Sting groaned as he stirred. He felt awful, like he was run over by a train... worse yet, rode inside the train. He shuddered, and noticed something was restraining him. 'Was I in a fight and captured?' He wondered, he didn't remember fighting. He opened his eyes and saw he was looking into flesh, more specifically someone's chest. He relaxed a little knowing it wasn't a cell, that was until he realized he was getting a face full of some random person's torso. He squirmed a little and saw a certain pink haired mage's face... 'Natsu!?' He thought as his breath hitched in his throat for a moment. He relaxed again knowing it wasn't some stranger but he was still confused. 'Why is he hugging me...' He noticed his hands were wrapped around him too. 'Damn my need to snuggle!' He mentally cursed. What he should've done immediately is struggle against the embrace but he found himself melting into it. 'I mean he's already hugging me, and I'm cold...' He thought as he slowly lowered his head back, closer to his chest. He put it in such a position that he could hear his heartbeat. 'Wow... it's weirdly soothing...' he thought as he listened to the pounding of the organ. He felt like he could stay there for hours just listening to the sound, and the feeling of his lungs slowly inflating and deflating. He felt his breath gently ruffling his hair, he was practically melting from the feelings. His warm arms holding him close to his body. Protecting him, somewhat, from the cold morning air that was left over from the chilly night. 'I could get used to this... wait what!?' He thought to himself. He looked back up at the sleeping dragon slayer and gasped quietly when he saw how peaceful he looked sleeping. He pulled himself closer and found himself looking into the crook of his neck. He stayed there for a little while just breathing as he smelled his scent and felt his breathing. 'He wouldn't mind if I... I mean he wouldn't notice it, he always wears that scarf, right?' He wondered as he stared at the skin. Slowly he pushed his head closer, but pulled back and stared back at his face. 'I mean that's rude, isn't it? What if he notices... he'd know it was me!' He panicked a bit as he continued staring at his face. He could lightly feel his breath, he could smell it too. It was warm and relaxing, making him feel like he could sleep for days. He watched as his eyes flicked gently and his eyebrows twitched. His lips moved gently as he breathed and the slight pink on his cheeks probably from the cold. 'Does he even feel the cold?' He wondered. He stayed there for a bit, he could faintly smell what he ate on his breath, as well as mint. 'Probably the toothpaste he uses' He considered. Eventually after debating with himself and deciding he's out of it enough, he slowly lowered his head back to the side of his neck where it meets his shoulder. He took a second to breathe, 'It's now or never,' he lowered his head even closer to where his face was brushing against the skin, 'no going back now.'. His lips brushed against the hot skin, he tasted slightly salty but mostly like smoke, dry and light. He slowly started to lick up and down his neck, enjoying the dangerousness of the situation. He lifted his head slightly, 'What the hell am I doing... He's going to kill me! Worse... he's gonna hate me!' He looked at the skin as the taste remained on his tongue. 'Ohh well, I've already started...' He lowered his head again and began to do what he was doing earlier, along and through the gap between his shoulder blade and his neck, then along his neck halfway to his ear and then down again. Partially to his actual shoulder but returned back to the space where he started. After another minute of considering he placed his lips on his skin, again savoring the feeling of his warm skin against his lips. He swirled his tongue against the skin. 'I should stop... uhh but I- I can't!'. He slowly began sucking on it gently, both hoping that it won't and will leave a mark. He started to breath out on it gently.

"Nnnh" He heard a gentle whimper like moan come from the sleeping mage. The sound caused his heart to skip a beat. Both from excitement and fear of being caught. He removed his head, seeing no mark to his disappointment. He placed his ear against his chest and heard his heart beating as it was before, and his breathing calming. 'He liked it?' He wondered, 'But he's asleep...'. He brought his face back to the crook of his neck and closed his eyes, then inhaled slowly and deeply, enjoying his scent. 'He smells so good... but he's always smelt like this, did I just never notice?' He slowly opened his eyes and readjusted himself and starts to lick slowly again, still not getting enough of the taste that was engraving itself in his mind. 'He tastes like a campfire, dry and smokey... or at least I think a campfire would taste like that.' He thought as he continued to run his tongue along his neck. He placed his lips and started to suck again, this time he didn't whimper much to his disappointment. He pulled back and tried to see any sign of reaction on his face. The only thing he noticed were his eyebrows were in slightly different positions and his breathing felt slightly warmer. He stayed there enjoying the feeling of the warm breath on his face and ruffling the front of his hair. He accidently turned his head, and felt the warm breath on his ear. He turned back smiling at the memory of that feeling. He went back to his neck and once again inhaled, 'I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of this' he thought as he nuzzled against his neck. He sat there breathing for what felt like hours, but most likely was only a few minutes, reminiscing in the embrace and smell. He once again began licking, but quickly started to trail with his lips instead of just his tongue. 'If he wakes up while I'm doing this it'll be so embarrassing' He thought considering how his reaction might be...

"STING! WHAT THE HELL!" Natsu threw him off.

"I-I-I don't k-kno-" He got cut off by Natsu slapping him, hard. 'Would Natsu slap me?' He wondered as he continually trailed across his skin.

"You don't know what!? That you're licking my neck, and hugging me? While I was asleep!" He roared angrily.

'No he wouldn't do that, he'd do something cocky probably...' Sting smirked a little at the thought.

"What are you doing, Sting?" Natsu smirked looking down as Sting immediately pushed himself away. "What? Don't like me watching?". Sting considered the scenario for a minute.

'I probably won't know what he'd do in this kind of situation... unless he caught me' Sting realized. His heart was beating a little faster so he inhaled the smokey but gentle scent of the fire dragon slayer. It calmed him down and he continued with what he was doing. He was tempted to pull away and look at his sleeping face but decided he would do something special first. He began nipping, gently, at his skin. He wasn't sure what he was expecting reaction wise, he expected him to wake up in all honesty. The feeling of moving his skin between his top and bottom rows of teeth was far better than he expected at first. It felt relaxing, and he hoped it didn't hurt, too much. It felt like he was suckling something, like a baby would, but instead with the skin of someone's neck, and tasting it instead. He heard a very quiet, quiet enough that even with his improved senses he struggled to hear, whimper in the back of Natsu's throat. He was determined to hear it louder. He started nipping a little more ferociously, but still not enough to wake him. He settled on a spot that would be covered by his scarf about a quarter up his neck. He began suckling, nibbling, and licking the spot. He heard the whimper growing, slowly, louder and he smiled a little. 'He sounds so cute...' he smiled gently which made it a little more difficult to 'work', but it quickly faded. After a few minutes and the whimper not being loud enough to his liking he nipped it harder, causing a loud whimper to escape his throat making Stings heart flutter. 'That was perfect...' He pulled back slightly and saw the product of his work. A mark on the side of his neck. His heart started beating harder in panic and excitement, maybe even pride. He pulled back farther to the point where he could see his face. He didn't see any signs that said 'He's waking up!', he looked just as peaceful as before except for a bit of his bottom lip being between his teeth. He grinned gently enjoying the calm sight and the feeling of his breathing on his face. After a while of the feeling he placed his forehead against his jaw and felt his breath ruffle his hair. He then placed his head against his chest again to hear his heart and lungs. Sting smiled when the relaxing sounds filled his head. He raised his head back up and kissed his jaw, it was a longish peck, and much more meaningful, in his heart, to what he did to his neck. After staring at his face for a while longer he brought his head back down to his chest, and tightened his grip pulling himself closer to his chest. Faintly feeling his heartbeat through his rib cage and the feeling of it expanding when he breathed in. And deflate when he breathed out. It was the most peaceful Sting had ever felt, the most stable. His life had almost always been unstable and unpredictable, even when he was in Sabertooth. But for the moment he felt truly safe and comfortable. Not long after, to the feeling of his breathing ruffling his hair gently, and the sounds of his heart pumping blood around his body he fell asleep. He wished every time he woke up would be like that, but he also knew it was a silly wish. But then again, maybe it wasn't?