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Day Two: Coming Untouched/Kidnapping
“Would you quit yanking?” Lucy hissed, jerking against the cuffs. The chain clinked sharply in the dark, biting at his wrist when she pulled the other way.
“I’m not yankin’! You’re just takin’ too long!” Natsu shot back, his voice bouncing off the cramped walls. His breath spilled hot against her ear, too close, too heavy.
“Oh, sorry. I forgot it’s easy to pick a lock when it’s pitch black,” she snapped. She shifted, pressing her knees tighter into his thighs. The damn box was so small that she couldn’t move without brushing against him. Her skirt didn’t help. He tried to ignore the way she was practically grinding into his lap, just like he tried to ignore her whining the last five minutes.
“Then let me do it!” he growled.
“You’d snap your wrist — or mine — before the cuff!”
“Better than sittin’ here while you fumble around!” He twisted, tugging hard until the chain snapped taut between them.
Lucy glared at the vague shape of his face. “Maybe if someone hadn’t leapt headfirst into a trap—”
“You said it was suspicious!” Natsu cut her off. “I was just checkin’ it out!”
“By walking straight into it!”
Their voices collided, echoing off the metal walls. They were practically shouting nose-to-nose, heat rising sharp between them. Even with the cuffs sapping his magic, the damn box was getting hotter by the second. His chest pounded, though he told himself it was just from arguing. When she squirmed again, trying to make space, it only pushed her closer.
“Stop movin’,” he gritted.
“You stop moving!”
The chain rattled between them, tense and angry. And then—
Shhhk.
A strip of light cut across Lucy’s cheek as a panel slid open. Eyes peered through.
“For the love of god,” a man’s voice drawled, sharp with annoyance, “can you two shut up already? Can’t hear my own thoughts over your bickering.”
Lucy froze mid-snarl. Natsu leaned forward, teeth bared.
“Then let us out, bastard,” he snapped. His canines caught the light, and his eyes flashed.
The guy rolled his eyes so hard Natsu almost heard it. “Oh, yes, because politely asking the villain always works.”
Natsu snorted, offended. “Where’s Happy?”
“And my keys!” Lucy added.
The man ducked out of sight, metal clattering outside. “God, you’re loud.”
Lucy puffed her cheeks and tugged at the cuffs in defiance. The chain jerked, and heat shot up Natsu’s arm. He hissed.
“Quit squirming,” he muttered, his voice dropping low.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She wriggled harder.
His jaw clenched. He couldn’t see her glare, but he sure as hell felt it.
Outside, their captor droned on, and the rummaging grew louder. “You should feel honored. This—” knock knock “—is my greatest trick yet. The centerpiece every magician dreams of.”
“You can’t just make people disappear for your stupid show!” Lucy snapped.
Annoyed by her moving again, Natsu pinched her side, but his mind snagged on the words. “Wait,” he said suddenly, leaning close. “Aren’t magicians supposed to cut people in half in these boxes? Then stick ’em back together?”
Lucy swatted his stomach with her fist. “You idiot!”
“Ow — hey!” Natsu flinched, curling forward more from surprise than pain, which only shoved her closer against him. He clenched his teeth as he tried to ignore the way her body pressed into his.
Their captor groaned. “Yes! That’s what I’m trying to do. I just haven’t…perfected the back-together part yet.”
“Huh?” Natsu muttered, tilting his head.
The man scowled. “Perfection takes time. Time I don’t have. Which means I need to work faster.”
The slit snapped shut with a shhhk. A beat later, it cracked open again. “And quieter,” the magician hissed before slamming it closed for good. The heavy bang of a distant door followed.
Silence dropped heavy in the box. Lucy sighed hard. “Wonderful. Thanks for the idea, Natsu.”
“Hey, he already said he was workin’ on it! Not my fault!”
Her shoulders tensed as she tugged again. The chain rattled, and heat crawled higher in his chest.
“Seriously, Lucy! Stop movin’,” he muttered roughly.
She twisted deliberately in his lap. “Why? Does it bother you?”
His jaw locked. “…You don’t wanna’ know.”
Her hips shifted, pressing right against his length — she stilled. Her breath caught. “…Oh.”
Natsu thumped his head back against the wall with a groan. “Yeah. Oh.”
Her cheeks burned, but instead of pulling away — not that she could — Lucy wriggled again, slower this time. The chain rattled. The box creaked. Natsu’s fist clenched so tightly his knuckles ached.
“Lucy…” It came out as a strained growl.
“What?” she whispered, her voice hot enough to sting. “I’m just — trying to reach the slit—” She grabbed his scarf to steady herself, biting her lip when his breath stuttered against her neck. “You’re the one reacting.”
His jaw clenched hard. He tried to sit still, to hold it in, but her body kept brushing his. The cuffs scraped together as he flexed, catching her arms before she could slip. All it did was drag her closer.
“You’re doin’ this on purpose,” he rasped hoarsely. Her chest pressed right up under his nose as she stretched higher. He could smell her, feel her heat, see way too much of her skin spilling out of that stupid low-cut top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Who the hell goes on a mission dressed like that?
Lucy squirmed, and his lips brushed her nipple through the thin fabric. Her sharp breath hitched.
“Can you stop that?” she demanded.
“Stop what?” he asked.
“Hnn—!” She almost moaned.
“Breathin’?” he pressed, teeth flashing.
“Yes!” she snapped, but her voice cracked.
The air inside the box turned fever-hot, their ragged breathing filling it. Every scrape of fabric, every shift of her thighs, dragged friction that shot straight through him. He tipped his head back, pushing against the metal wall. No space. Nowhere to go. Her soft body pressed flush against him. Too close. Way too close.
She kept reaching for the slit, ignoring him. He gritted his teeth until his neck burned. His arms grew weak from holding her up, chest full of her heat, his face pressed against skin he wasn’t supposed to be touching. She just kept moving.
“Lucy,” he said, low.
Nothing.
“Lucy,” he repeated, sharper.
Still nothing.
“Luu-cy.” His voice cracked with frustration.
She didn’t stop. So he snapped, tilted his head forward, and bit the swell of her breast.
Her cry spilled out instantly. “Ahn—Na—hng!”
The sound jolted through him just as she dropped down, right onto his cock.
“Fuck!” His whole body lurched. He bit back another curse as heat slammed up his spine.
Lucy gasped, too breathless to sound serious. “W-what the hell, Natsu?”
“Lucy—dammit—” His voice broke, raw with frustration. “You’re gonna—”
Her hips jerked, and her breath shattered in his ear. He felt it. The wet heat soaking right through her panties, spreading against him. His fingers twitched against hers. He forced his eyes up, only to find her staring back through messy bangs. Red, flustered, and panting.
He froze. His chest jolted so hard it hurt. She looked wrecked — because of him.
Fuck.
His head thumped against the wall, and his eyes squeezed shut like that could drown her out. But it didn’t. He still felt every line of her body pressed to his. Still heard her shallow, shaky breaths. Still wanted.
Why the hell was he always like this with her? Out of control. Weak.
His cuffed hands twitched, brushing hers. She squeezed back. Then, her head dropped into the crook of his neck, and her warm breath tickled his skin.
“You okay?” he muttered, low, trying to steady his voice.
She hummed against his chest, clinging tighter. “Yeah-aah…”
Yeah, right. He knew better. Her hazy eyes had already done him in earlier. He’d made up his mind the second he saw them.
So when he leaned back against the wall again, it wasn’t to get comfortable. It was to grind up against her on purpose. And god, was it a good decision.
She was getting wetter by the second, soaking him, and she wasn’t even trying to hide it. Every sound she made in his ear had his cock throbbing harder.
Her grip on him was nice, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. Needed it. He dropped his hands to her waist. The cuffs bit when he spread them as wide as he could and started moving her himself. Lifting. Dragging her down against him. Over and over. His cock sliding right through her folds, separated only by their thin clothes.
Her moan broke hot in his ear. He groaned back, thrusting his hips up for more.
“Fuck, Lucy — this feels so good.” His voice cracked, rough.
She whimpered, clinging, and the sound wrecked him. He squeezed her sides, dragging her faster.
“Aahh — Natsu! Don’t — don’t pinch me like that!”
“S-sorry,” he panted, though he didn’t ease his grip. His lips brushed her ear, hot. “But I wanna’ hear ya.” His voice rumbled low and desperate.
The box rattled with their rhythm, the chain scraping, their gasps bouncing back at them. Natsu ground against her harder, faster, cock pulsing, and wet heat smearing every thrust.
Lucy’s nails dug into his hands, as her body jerked erratically, her pleasure cresting. He sucked at the hollow of her neck, tasting salt, dragging muffled cries out of her until she broke. Her body arched, shuddered, and she came hard in his lap. Her cry was muffled against his shoulder.
Natsu groaned, deep, holding her through it. His hips bucking once, twice—
BOOOOOM!
The box shook with the explosion, and he heard gravel showering down. Voices pierced the haze.
“Luucyyy!” Wendy’s voice shrilled.
“Natsuu!” Happy’s call followed.
Lucy jerked, wide-eyed, still trembling. Natsu froze, his forehead pressed to hers, his chest heaving. The noise outside tore through the heat like cold water.
They remained locked for a beat, tangled and breathless. Then, Lucy groaned and buried her face in his scarf. “Oh my god. They almost—”
Natsu chuckled, the sound rough. His grin broke wide as he leaned back against the wall, body still burning with frustration. “Guess they found us.”
Her head shot up, and her face turned scarlet. “Don’t you dare laugh right now—”
The chain rattled as he leaned in, his smirk brushing hot against her ear. “Ya kiddin’? You came all over me, and I didn’t even get to finish.” His voice dropped to a growl. “Means ya owe me when we get home.”
Lucy’s breath hitched, scandalized and flustered all at once. Another explosion shook the box before she could answer.