@draighaearn sent in :
Gajeel's just going to drape his arm over Natsu's shoulder, it'd become pretty obvious who the arm belonged to should the other Dragon be paying attention. It wouldn't take too long before the larger of the two leaned down and just bit the other. There wasn't really any reason for it, and it wasn't hard enough to break skin or leave a mark.
"Ya should stop ignorin' me before I start thinkin' that ya really do hate me, Natsu."
His tone was teasing and there was no actual animosity behind his words. Why he'd bitten the other Dragon would remain to be seen and he'd likely only answer should Natsu bother to stop him from leaving, or question him. He'd remove his arm from the slightly shorter male before turning and beginning to walk away, heading toward the table he tended to sit alone at. Should Natsu wish to question him he'd have ample time to do so. (For Natsu)
Natsu wasn't too terribly concerned when Gajeel draped his arm across the smaller males shoulders. He had become used to the odd lack of boundaries that had surfaced between them , though he was a bit curious as to the other dragons intent when no words were spoken. Usually the random acts of affection were met with cynical words or teasing nicknames, but this time he was silent, and Natsu had to force himself to stand there, curiosity held at bay while he waited.
He didn't have to wait long, however, before he felt the tell tale sign of teeth on his neck. The sharp points dragged across his skin, and he was painfully aware of every second they were against his goose bumped flesh. The bite sends a jolt through him, tingling down his spine and settling in his gut with a low heat. A sound escapes his throat that shames him, but he doesn't have any time to dwell on it before the weight on his shoulders is gone, and the warmth of Gajeel's breath has dissipated as the older slayer starts to walk away.
"Hey!" Natsu yells, a puff of flame spilling from his mouth. "Where the fuck do you think you're going, after doing something like that?" He stomps after the retreating dragon slayer and reaches out, the small talons of his nails catching easily on the fabric of Gajeel's jacket. "You're just...You can't just...." But the words don't come, the heat of anger and embarrassment mixing with attraction in a way that scrambled his brain, and he couldn't quite get his thoughts in order.
"The fuck was that?" he finally asks, settling on anger as a safe response, even though he was far from it.
