#rain fic

Rain had been completely missing from anyplace I usually saw him in for the second day now.

He wasn’t one to skip out on things, he didn’t seem sick the day before he vanished, and I know he hadn’t left the Ministry. With some – probably disproportionate – concern, I went to ask whichever of his bandmates I saw first about what was going on with Rain. Ironically, one of them had come to find me at the same time.

Aether pulled me aside and explained the whole situation, how Rain was safe but he was dealing with a fairly intense heat that was making him nearly incoherent. On occasion, he would beg for you and whine about being left alone but then refuse to have you brought in or have anyone else come near him.

Being somewhat of a guardian figure in the pack, Aether decided it would help Rain if I was brought over to him – even just to talk through what was going on. I couldn’t stop to think of respecting Rain’s wishes once I heard he was struggling through something, even if it was as natural as his heat.

Aether led me to him and promised me that he would be right outside the door if I needed anything. My steps rushed quietly over the floor as I found Rain curled up over his bed, his hands shaking while he clutched over himself and whined softly into his pillow. 

“Rain? Water-lily? I’m here, I just wanted to check on you.” I called to him gently. 

He sighed, a faint whimper muffling into the pillow under his face.

“Should I get you some water? Maybe something to eat?”

“Mm-mm. I don’t need that stuff.”

“What do you need, Rainy?” 

He sighed again and his watery eyes peeked over to me pitifully, “I… Something different is happening this time. I don’t wanna scare you. You should go.”

“Scare me?” I asked incredulously, taking a seat at his bedside. “Never, Rainy, I’m here for you.”

“It’s not… human.”

“What is it, Rain?”

He gave me a worried look and shut his eyes before giving an answer: “It’s a tentacle.”

“Huh? What is?”

He let out a more embarrassed sigh that time, “You know my bottom growth? This time around, it turned into a tentacle and it’s so sensitive… I feel, I feel everything so much harder during this heat.”

“Aww, Rain, that’s okay. I’ll help you however I can.”

“How?” He whined. “It’s a fucking tentacle! It moves on its own, what are you going to do with it?”

I set a hand pointedly over his back, “I’ll help you. Just tell me what feels good or what you want me to try and I’ll do it. Any time you get heats, you know it never helps to ignore it – that just makes it worse.”

He turned away, facing the wall and making a noise of exasperation, “I know you want to help, but what if it grosses you out or something? I don’t think I can face you again if y- ah!” 

His body lurched and curled into itself more, Rain’s hand flying to settle over his low abdomen like it would help the simmering ache there. I came closer, running my fingers through his hair and shushing him as he let out soft whimpers until the wave of tension eased.

Rain’s body relaxed slightly but he remained facing the wall, not wanting to face me yet as he slowly began to speak again.

“Maybe… maybe you could… I dunno, touch it without looking? I- I can’t take care of it myself, I’m so sorr- ” 

“No, it’s okay. Rain, just lay down and let me help you. I promise I won’t be weirded out. I might be surprised but that’s all, okay?”

Slowly, he nodded and turned to lay on his back.

His eyes shone with vulnerability as he looked at me, making himself trust me with this. I was careful with all my movements and in giving light touches to Rain all through the process of getting his loose clothes off. As the final layer came off, I saw Rain brace himself and even my pulse picked up just before I looked down.

Silence was thick in the air and weighed on each second, making it feel like every single one stretched on for far too long. I had enough experience with ghouls to know that they didn’t always look very human and could have very different features. My expectation was that the tentacle Rain described would be small – about the same size as his growth – which seemed to make sense to me. 

Instead, the tentacle grew from that familiar size up to the length of my hand and proportionately wider too. It was a grey-blue color that matched his ghoulish skin tone, the deeper blue tip leaking black ink. Rain looked at me helplessly, tormented by waiting for me to say anything.

Setting a hand along his bared hip bone and watching the way the limb moved on its own, I observed it sway or curl slightly as it rested up along his navel.

I cleared my throat, “You got worried over nothing, Rainy, this isn’t so bad, is it?”

“Uhh… I guess not. If you say so.”

“Did you try… getting off yourself? Just to see what it reacts to?”

“It’s… it’s like- well, you can touch it how you… normally would. You don’t have to fuck me like this though, I get that it’s weird an- ”

“But what do you want, water-lily?” I asked, cutting him off with words and with the circling of my fingers around the base of the smooth tentacle.

A trembling breath came out of his nostrils and his gills fluttered, “ A-Anything, just please d-do something.”

So, I did. It was as much a new experience for me as it was for Rain, experimenting with how the tentacle reacted to different kinds of touches. It didn’t like anything too fast or rough, the skin of it was unbelievably smooth, and the suckers at the underside felt kind of funny on my hand.

Pulling away from the grip of the suckers would make Rain start whining more. That was only with my hands. I tried using my mouth on it, only able to engulf the very tip since it only continued to get wider down towards the base. The suckers liked being flicked at with my tongue, sucking in my cheeks around it made more of the ink drip into my mouth.

I started to just use my tongue to trail along the underside, trying to give each of the suckers some attention. That got Rain very wound up, a puddle of pitch-black ink forming below. 

“Can I go further?” I asked him, waiting for Rain to seem a little less hazy.

“Hm? Uh, like how?”

“You can use it on me later, but I wanna feel it… inside.”

His eyes went wide and he blinked, some kind of rush going through his frame as he laid there, “I- ah, are you sure?”

“Yes, Rain. I’m asking you if you’re okay with it.”

“Mhm.” He mumbled, nodding to me as a pale blue flush came over his cheeks. 

I moved up to straddle his lap, using a hand to help position the tip into place.

Rain seemed to be exerting some kind of force, trying to keep the limb rigid and bring his hips up to meet me when he already felt so wound-up that he was practically shaking already. As he just barely slipped it inside, his eyes shut tightly and he let out a broken groan.

His plush lips stayed parted and he whimpered at the feeling of me gradually going lower. My hands were splayed over his torso, reaching up to cradle his face or rake through his dark hair. Rain tossed his head, growing louder than I’ve ever heard him and hissing in breaths through gritted teeth.

His whole frame was trembling as he struggled to control himself and I loved the sight of him feeling things so intensely. His fingers were digging into my sides, luckily after he retracted his claws. His breaths rushed from between his gritted teeth.

As I managed to seat myself at the widest part of the base, I could feel the limb moving through my walls like it was feeling out exactly where to add pressure. The tip brushed just over the right spot and I felt every muscle in my body clench. Rain groaned, his chest heaving and eyes still shut tight.

Then, the suckers on the underside kicked in. Never had I felt something so strange yet good, the gentle suction at my inner walls seemed to bring me to the edge unbelievably fast. What I assumed was the ink was gushing within me – Rain apparently being as close as I was.

From one little motion of coming up and re-seating myself over his hips, the dam burst. The suction tugged perfectly and the tip of the tentacle grazed into just the right place to make my whole body shake as I leaned over Rain’s frame at the wash of pleasure soaking through my low abdomen.

Rain was whimpering, tears glistening along his cheeks as they rolled down from his shut eyes and his hips stuttering to attempt an instinctive thrusting motion. 

Everything seemed utterly silent for a few moments aside from us catching our rushing breaths. I was laying over Rain’s body, his skin feeling far warmer than it usually did. Beads of sweat dripped down from my temples. The tentacle went limp inside me and I felt the slick rush of its ink seeping out. I slowly propped myself up on my forearms, using my hand to brush away stray waves from Rain’s blue-flushed face. 

“You feel any better?” I asked softly.

“Mhm.” He hummed, his eyes shut lightly in bliss. “Jus’ sensitive.”

“I’d get up if I could. You already made a mess, your bed is gonna look flooded if I move.”

“It’ll look like that anyways by the time I’m done with you.” Rain spoke, his voice sounding gruffer.

“Oh?”

“Not stopping now.” 

“You sure? You seemed so nervous before…” I teased as he opened his eyes, the pupils covering almost the entirety of his irises.

“I n-need more. It’s better. If we go again, it’ll be better too.” 

I chuckled and traced a finger over the elongated fangs that had come out of his gums, “You look like you’re ready to take the lead now.”

Dew was still a little pissy after he’d shorn all his borrowed winter clothes to a puddle on the ground. Skating wasn’t really his forte in the first place, then he wasn’t too happy about having to be caught by Rain and me as he slipped. His claws had torn through the leather of the skates and the claws on his hands had gotten trapped in the ice from trying to steady himself over it. That act of clumsiness was a bit of a blow and he was curling up on the ground away from us. His tail curled protectively around himself and he had a narrow-eyed gaze subtly focused on us; he didn’t want to be bothered but he didn’t want to be entirely left out.

As Rain and I looked to one another with a knowing glance, we took separate ways out of the room then returned with arms full of blankets or pillows. Dew stayed quiet and watched. Some movie was on in the background while we rearranged the room to set up a fort all across the floor. We moved chairs into the room, flipping them around to act as supports for the blanket ceilings. As much as Dew could act like this was silly, he secretly enjoyed it and made it plain every time someone constructed a blanket nest or fort. It might’ve been childish and simple but it was comforting, especially since it only worked if someone else was around for him to curl up to.

“Looks about ready.” Rain remarked, a kind smile on his face as he looked across the constructed fort over to me.

“Yeah, I think so too. I’ll bring some snacks and something warm to drink for all three of us. What do you guys want?”

“Tea. Whatever kind there is.” Rain answering nonchalantly, dipping down to get under the blanket ceiling and curling up to one of the pillows.

“Dew?”

He raised his head in confusion, “Me?”

I nodded, seeing his demeanor shift from wanting to be left alone to wanting to join us. He sat up and scratched at the base of one of his horns, “Um, the same, I guess. Better if it has some cinnamon.”

I smiled and reached to scratch at his head, holding back a laugh at the stuttered purr of approval he let out, “I’ll be right back.”

When I did get back, with arms full and very very careful movements, the boys were slotted beside one another. Dew seemed in a much better mood than before, eased by Rain’s generally laid-back nature and distracted from the incident earlier. As I made my way in, they coaxed me in between them and we laid back against the pillows, staring up at the star-printed blanket ceiling as we talked comfortably about how the plans for the next tour were looking. Any stresses of the week before seemed to just fade from memory.

Dew even brought up the incident on the ice, despite his initial embarrassment. Though, granted, he was expressing that he never wanted to try skating again and that his fingers hurt from the way the claws had dug into the layer of ice. His ears were pricked back up and his tail relaxed against the ground. Rain, as expected, easily fell asleep curled into my side while I tried to smooth away any pain around Dew’s claws, grateful hums or relaxed purrs starting to sound from his throat.

"Why are you being so adamant about this?" Juvia sighed, stepping fully into the door so she could lean against the door-frame. Cana couldn't help but let her eyes follow the curve of her friend's body; from the waves in her hair to the muscles in her arm, the sloping lines of her collarbones to her full breasts and rounded hip. Shaking her head to clear it of those lustful thoughts, Cana shook her outstretched hand in Juvia's direction.

"Because I need someone to dance with me!"

Juvia's eyebrows shot up towards her hairline. "You're playing with Juvia."

"Not yet, that's kind of the point." Sighing, the Tarot Mage rushed over to the entryway, stopping when she was just a scant foot away from the other woman, and smiled. Her smile always pulled up oddly on one side more than the other, but Juvia kept trying to sneak glances at it so Cana figured she was fine. "You wanted me to hang out with you during a rainstorm, you have to play in the rain with me, doll. It's practically Fairy Tail law."

"Well, if it's the law," Juvia teased, making Cana snort. "Juvia doesn't really like the rain," she confessed, and Cana took a small step closer.

"Juvia, you are the rain," she said softly. Juvia stayed quiet. She wouldn't meet Cana's eye, and the Tarot Mage sighed. Her wet hand found Juvia's cool skin easily, taking her limp hand in her own grasp and tugging gently. "Come on, doll," Cana said, a sultry grin curling across her lips, "we're gonna make you fall in love with the rain again."

Juvia didn't protest too much as Cana slowly pulled her out from inside Fairy Hill's protective warmth, only sighing Cana's name exasperatedly. Cana would have to be blind to miss the brief expression of relief on the other woman's face as she stepped into the storm, her blue hair already clinging to her skin as it was pelted with water. The relief was gone as soon as it had come, and Cana wanted to track down and maim everyone that had wiped that excitement and calm that the rain brought from Juvia's face.

"Cana, I-"

"It's fine," Cana said, allowing herself to tangle her fingers together with Juvia's. She started humming, some old jazzy tune that her mother used to play all the time, and began to sway back and forth. Juvia let out a little laugh that could have almost passed for a sigh and swayed with her. It took only a few moments before Juvia's other hand found its way into Cana's, and the two moved in time together to the sound of rain hitting their skin.

"Juvia feels silly."

Cana rolled her eyes, knocking her forehead gently against Juvia's before sending her into a slow turn. "That's kinda the point," she teased. She felt unduly pleased when the end of the turn resulted in Juvia's smile coming back, a little shy around the edges but more relaxed than she'd seen her friend in weeks. Their bare feet sunk a little into the water-logged yard as they moved around gracefully, but neither woman really minded.

"Why are we even doing this?" Juvia asked, a small laugh in her voice that warmed Cana better than any liquor had managed.

"Used to dance with my mom whenever it rained," Cana replied vaguely, not wanting to bog down the moment with the grief for her mother that still throbbed in the back of her chest. "Some of my best memories take place during a rainstorm."

"You don't think it's... gloomy?"

Cana hummed thoughtfully, this time turning herself under Juvia's arm and prompting a small laugh. "I think there's different kinds of rains," she said softly, not able to meet Juvia's eye as she stepped back towards her, able to feel the heat rolling off of her dance partner from the proximity of their bodies as she placed her hand at the bend of Juvia's waist. "It can be sad, or happy. Depends on what's happening to the people in the rain, I guess."

"Juvia's never thought of it that way," the Water Mage murmured, her free hand resting feather-soft on Cana's upper arm.

"Learn something new every day, huh doll?"

They danced together quietly for a while, Cana's soft humming and Juvia's occasional laugh the only sound heard over the falling rain. Over time, they started moving closer to each other, until Cana could feel Juvia's heart beating against her skin, making her shiver clear down to her toes. It felt almost unbearably intimate; just the two of them with their hands interlocked and sharing each other's body heat, cut off from the rest of the world by the rain. Cana sighed softly, resting her chin on Juvia's shoulder and just soaking in the moment. Juvia laid her head against Cana's after a few beats, the two slowly spinning together across the lawn.

The Water Mage took a deep breath. "Why did Cana want to dance with Juvia?" she asked, her voice whisper soft. Cana nearly stumbled, but managed to catch herself without jerking out of Juvia's embrace.

"Can't a girl just dance with another girl if the mood strikes her?" Cana responded cheekily, trying to avoid the question Juvia was clearly trying to ask. She didn't want this to end, and Juvia's inevitable rejection, however gentle it may be, would surely kill Cana's happy buzz.

Juvia stepped closer. Cana took a deep breath.

"Cana..."

"Juvia-"

Juvia peered up at her with those big, blue eyes. "Please tell me," she asked. Cana sighed, already knowing she would answer the other woman's question. She couldn't deny Juvia anything, hadn't been able to since their first Fantasia together.

"There hasn't been anyone I've wanted to dance in the rain with before," she said slowly. "Always felt too private, ya' know?"

"Juvia is thankful for Cana's trust-"

"It ain't trust, doll." They had stopped turning. Cana felt strung tighter than one of the strings on Redfox's guitar, waiting for Juvia to take that step back and suggest they head inside. The Water Mage's cool hands slipped out of Cana's, and she sighed, ready to step away when Juvia gripped the hem of Cana's shirt tightly, her knuckles brushing the warm skin stretched over the brunette's ribs.

Her other hand tilted Cana's chin up until she had to look Juvia in the eye, and she'd be lying if she said her hands weren't shaking a bit where they hovered by Juvia's elbows.

"Juvia is thankful for that as well," she murmured softly, before pressing her lips whisper-soft against Cana's. The world slid to a halt as Cana gripped the other woman's elbows tightly and kissed her back, tasting the rain and something that was wholly Juvia on her lips. The rain let up the slightest bit, the water warm where it hit her skin, and Cana knew that Juvia's magic had taken control of the storm.

They traded that small kiss back and forth a dozen times until Juvia's other hand came up to Cana's jaw, pulling her deeper in. The Tarot Mage's hands slid up the back of her arms, her fingers curling into the ridges of Juvia's shoulder blades before following the curve of her spine to her waist.

"Juvia," Cana sighed, lips barely brushing the other woman's as she took in much-needed air, not wanting to step away and wake up from the amazing dream she had found herself in.

"This rain," Juvia started, her fingers moving into Cana's hair. "How does it feel to you?"