Natsu had never felt more ridiculous or embarrassed in his life.

Why? He was being escorted by Sting into a huge mansion, there were dozens of high-end people around, not to mention he was cross dressing?

Although he wouldn't admit it; his face alone made him look like a convincing girl... but was all of this really worth it for one mission?

It didn't help that the blonde in question was grinning like an idiot, making the pinkette desperately want to punch him. But instead, he let out a sigh, as they walked through the huge doors going to greet the man who had made the request.

However, what did surprise Natsu, that instead of an old, weird looking posh dude, they were greeted by a sort-of handsome guy who looked to be the same age as the fire mage. He had brown, pulled back hair, in the same style as Laxus, and had a rather charming grin, as he started to walk towards the two.

"Ah, I see you've taken the request." He said gleefully in a hushed tone, looking directly at Sting. The blonde nodded, smiling.

"Yeah," Sting started, before starting to scratch the back of his neck. "About the reward though... isn't it a little high for just being guests at this party?"

Natsu furrowed his eyebrows. How much exactly was the reward?

The brown haired man chuckled awkwardly, patting Sting on the back. "Not at all! Besides, I have so much money that I may as well waste it on wizards such as yourself!" The rose could tell Sting was pulling himself back from punching the cocky guy, and honestly, his tone kinda angered him too. Wizards such as themselves?

"Oh... in that case I suppose we better go to the hall!" Sting stated in a cheerful tone, intertwining his fingers with Natsu's, making the latter blink.

However, the pinkette felt the man's grey eyes start to linger on himself, and he felt uneasy under the pressure of his gaze.

"You go ahead, but it'd like to speak to this one as you do so." He said, referring to Natsu as 'this one'. Sting looked at the troubled pinkette for a second, thinking, before smiling back at the man.

"Alright! But only for a bit, she gets rather nervous around new people." Natsu grimaced. Oh yeah, as far as everyone apart from Sting knew in this mansion, he was a she.

"Fair enough." The brown-haired man said, as Sting reluctantly left Natsu behind, walking into another room.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, as the fire mage just looked down at his gloved hands. "Nice to finally meet you, Natsu."

The man in question widened his eyes. Was it really that obvious?

"Don't get me wrong!" The grey-eyed man started, putting a not-too reassuring hand on his bare shoulder. Natsu flinched. "If I hadn't have specified who I wanted to take the request at Sabertooth, I wouldn't have known. You are even more beautiful dressed as a woman after all."

If it were Sting saying those words, the Salamander would have flushed, or felt his heart stammer, but instead, he just felt his stomach drop.

The latter raised an eyebrow, before closing his eyes sighing. "How about I take you somewhere more private, so we can properly talk?" The pinkette was obviously reluctant to this idea, but moving on its own, his head nodded slightly.

• • • • • • •

The entire walk up the grand stair-case, to the wealthy mans room had been nothing short of awkward. Neither had spoke, and he was just grinning the entire time, as Natsu followed him like a lost puppy to his room.

He couldn't help but gape however... the room was large, the bed was huge and had heavy curtains hang on either side of it... he even had a dresser and two couches, as well as a fire place, which dimly lit the room.

Snapping Natsu out of his thoughts, the brown-haired man chuckled at his expression, smiling down at the rose.

"I suppose being a mage doesn't pay all too well... I bet you've never seen a room this big!" He boasted, stretching out his arms to furthermore express the size. Natsu furrowed his eyes. This guy was seriously starting to get on his nerves...

"If you must know," he started, sitting down smoothly, before staring at the crackling fire in thought. "From being a kid, I've admired you. I've always wanted to meet you." Natsu grimaced.Great, another fanboy, he thought, whilst just standing there awkwardly.

"Come, sit." The man ordered, patting the spot next to him with a lopsided grin. Natsu rolled his eyes, before walking over to sit next to him. Besides, he could easily defend himself if this dude tried anything funny.

"My name is Chase by the way." He smiled. Natsu laughed. What a dumb name.

'Chase' then looked to the side, smiling in thought. "I... was reading the newspaper yesterday. I get the issues a day before everyone else you see..." He pondered, as Natsu folded his arms, unimpressed. Of course he does.

"And I saw you and Sting kissing on the front page."

The pinkette's eyes widened in fear, and he started to feel sick. Who would've-

Before he knew it, the guy had pushed him back on the couch, making Natsu squeak in surprise... and before he could do anything to get him off, the man had pushed his lips onto his, earning a half annoyed, half shocked muffled sound from the man beneath him.

"Truth is, I'm in love with you." The man muttered. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen..." He said, his breath lingering close over a shocked Natsu.

The now enraged dragon slayer engulfed his hands in flames... well...atleast he tried to... but nothing happened. What on earth...

"Nullifying magic." Chase uttered, smirking in a twisted and victorious way, as one of his cold hands started to linger over Natsu's thigh, underneath the dress. The fire mage let out a shaky breath.

"Its a forbidden spell, and it works only when I kiss someone."

Natsu felt disgusted at how excited the man sounded, which was sick considering what he was excited about. "I'm guessing Sting was your first kiss...?" He asked teasingly, one hand gripping the struggling mage's wrist ever-so tightly. "Well, there must be something he hasn't taken yet... which I can..."

Natsu started to struggle more frantically, panicking, but this evil man just snickered, his hand going further up his leg...

• • • • • • •

Of course Sting hadn't just left Natsu to eat. From the moment he had walked into the door with his boyfriend, he could smell something off, which especially lingered around that guy...

Not to mention the way he looked at his Natsu. He felt sick, and honestly just wanted to punch the brown-haired man; regardless of his status, and the 5 million jewel the request offered. This was probably due to the whole dragon slayer mating cycle thing... but he honestly didn't care. Natsu was obviously in trouble.

So instead, he had followed them quite far back, trusting his sense of smell, and it had led him to a door, where he heard a muffled, panicked noise from inside. Without hesitating for a moment, the snarling blonde man kicked it open.

"WHITE DRAGON-"

Before he launched any attack however, he noticed a certain brown-haired man unconscious on the floor.

He looked up, and there was Natsu, his normal pink hair, scruffy and cute on his head, signifying that he had lost or thrown off the wig somewhere. He was sat on the huge bed, grinning widely at Sting with his hands in his lap.

"Lemme guess," He said, enthusiastically. "I bet you thought I couldn't defend myself huh, and I needed you to protect me..."

The blonde frowned at him, walking up to the bed. "I can't help but worry...okay..." He pouted.

Natsu rolled his eyes. "He used a magic nullifying spell on me, but forgot that punching exists obviously." He said, but was surprised when he heard Sting burst out into laughter. He raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry..." Sting uttered. "I just... found it funny... imagining you in a dress punching that perverted dude..." He laughed, before receiving a glare from the latter.

"You're next in line." Natsu grinned challengingly, as Sting smiled sheepishly, before averting his gaze and attention back to the unconscious client.

"What should we do with him?"

Natsu put a finger on his chin, pondering for a split second, before smirking in a devil-like manner. "Well, I would like to get out of this dress, maybe we could give him a makeover and send him back to the party."

Sabertooth's Master smirked at the idea. "You really are something, Natsu. I definitely wouldn't want to get on your bad-side."