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Stripping

"(Name), come here." Makarov, the guild master who always sat on the bar, gestured him to come closer. The said person nodded apologetically at Gray and getting one in return.

"What is it, Master?"

"I have a personal request."

Woah, a request from the master himself?! (Name) couldn't hold in the excitement, some of it showing on his face as much as he tried to keep a straight face. "Master, I'd be honored to take the mission!"

"Good, good." In their master's hindsight was Gray peering curiously at them with smirk forming on his lips, already he had a clue. Well, this had happened several thousand times before but it was too important to not stop. "I need you to get rid of Gray's stripping habits."

What? But I like-

A hint of red rushed to his cheeks, no thanks to his the forcibly cut thought. "Is that really a request, master?" (Name) asked, hoping it was an elaborate practical joke but the look in his master's eyes didn't seem so.

"You have as long as you like but maybe before I get the next complaint would be nicer." Makarov patted the young mage's head and dismissed him with a curt nod. His gaze shifted to the grinning ice mage that welcomed (Name) back, apparently pleased by something. And for some reason, Makarov felt he may have done it right.

(Name) didn't know how to open the conversation and always ended up fidgeting, unable to meet Gray's eyes. When he tried to come up with an idea to start the conversation with "it" as a topic, his thoughts would stop and reset. How do you exactly tell another guy to stop stripping like a bro?

Without even realizing the time that passed, Gray was more than happy to give a wake up call, leaning over, poked (Name)'s forehead (ignoring a declaration of Juvia's "new" rival in love) and started, "So, what did the master want?" Gray took notice of how (Name) looked startled and had the faintest blush.

The younger male cleared his throat. "It's uh, something." The last word spoken slowly slid into silence. This was a lot harder that it looked.

Especially when he actually liked seeing Gray strip his clothes off and maybe even his under-

"Did you catch a cold or something?" Gray asked with a smirk again, somewhat concerned for the other's reddening face and touched (Name)'s neck with the back of his hand.

"Nothing like that." The hand was swatted away. "Anyway dude, do you think-" The sentence was started so abruptly and ended the same fashion with Gray's serious stare like he was really intent on listening. It was too late to turn back now. "Maybe you could-"

"Yeah?" The interruption startled (Name) out of his thoughts, blinking while the other turned to a smirk again that faded too quickly, turning once again into a look of seriousness.

"S-Stop stripping?"

In contrast of every reaction (Name) thought Gray would have made, Gray was grinning.

"So the master wants me to stop stripping?"

How could he say that so casually? (Name) thought furiously in his thoughts. In all honestly, he felt half-flustered and half-annoyed by how Gray seemed like he was enjoying teasing him.

"Well, he requested I make you s-stop." The words came out weakly along with (Name)'s will.

"Sure!"

"Wait, seriously?" (Name) looked taken aback by the sudden enthusiastic answer and the other's smirk made him doubt. The younger mage's eyes came followed the sudden movement of Gray's strong hands, slowly trailing up to the collar of his purple poloshirt, playing with the topmost button and suddenly unbuttoning it, spreading the shirt open to expose his throat.

"If you can make me."