Freed watched on as his girlfriend explained the game to the girls on stage. He already knew how the game went. He happened to be with her when she conceived the outrageous idea. He didn't like it now any more than he liked it then. He would have to watch other guys kissing his woman and that burnt an acidic hole into the lining of his stomach. Yet, regardless of his own feelings, he complied. Supposedly this would make her happy so in awkward round about sort of way it would make him happy.

He cast the enchantments necessary to make the game run smoothly. Mirajane didn't know it but he also cast a spell to keep Macao and Wakaba from attempting to participate. They were stuck at their table until the game was over.

As Mirajane had finished explaining to the girls she turned back to the crowd. Her eyes lit up mischievously, as they were prone to do quite often, and Freed found him spellbound yet again by her beauty. He thought he would get over being captivated by her now but she constantly surprised him.

Freed watched a couple of guys from the other guilds get in Mira's line. The first one didn't unsettle him much. He was younger, his hair unkempt, his posture gangly. When his lips touched Mira's Freed winced emotionally. But his kiss wasn't one that even registered on Freed's jealousy scale.

The guy that was directly in front of Freed was a problem though. He could just sense it. When he pulled Mira to him and thrust his lips upon her Freed nearly pushed him away from her. Instead he clenched his fist and watched Mira's face as she grimaced. He mentally put a clamp down on the amount of hostility he felt for the previous male.

Freed stepped up for his turn and took a deep breath. He took her face in his hands and tapped gently on her cheek three times. He watched as her body relaxed and a happy smile danced across her lips. Freed kissed her like he did every other time he made her sigh. He gently stroked at her lips before asking like a gentleman to give more. For that moment, he didn't care this was part of a game. He didn't care that he was kissing his girl in public. All he cared about was that he wanted to show her with his lips that she was his. He smiled as he walked away thinking of what more he had in planned for her during this festival.

Bickslow fumed in his own agitation as male after male kissed her. They hadn't talked it out on where they stood before this stupid game began. They hadn't made claims to be exclusive to one another. He just foolishly thought it was understood between the two of them. But now he was worried and unsure.

He was in fifth place before he could stake his claim. He had to watch four other men put their hands on her body. Four other men kiss her soundly. It was really pissing him off. Every last one of the deadbeats went for the obvious aggressive kisses. He could do that in a heartbeat. Heck, he had on several occasion. But maybe he should change it up this time.

He was now standing in front of her, and he reached for her placing his large hands upon her shoulders. Steadying her before he swooped down upon her. But even then he reached out hesitantly. He first kissed either cheek to show how much he cherished her. She was such a sweet girl and he wanted her to realize he thought it was a redeemable lovely quality. Then he captivated her mouth descending upon her lips delicately. When she opened for him he obliged happily and mentally grinned when he saw her smile. She knew it was him. She felt the familiarity and it made him happy. He walked away and turned his back to the other males in her line. None of the others mattered. She was his.

Bacchus had wanted to kiss the boisterous loud drunken female since the first time he laid eyes on her. Her purple eyes alight with mischief were haunting him at night. (Truth be told so were her breasts.) But he knew she had plenty of suitors so he had to attack while this crazy game was going on.

He got up quickly to get in her line but somehow was beat out by six other males. Yeah, she definitely had her fans alright. This is annoying as fuck!

Per normal she weaved back and forth on uneasy feet. Some of the guys ahead of him looked back and forth between each other with concern. Bacchus merely grinned more.

"You boys better bring on your A game!" She shouted the words so they echoed off the high vaulted ceiling.

Consider it brought, Cana.

He watched the six ahead of him flounder. They didn't take control of the kiss like they should have. He somehow knew that was not the kind of kisses Cana appreciated.

When it was his turn he did not hesitate. He staked his claim upon her. He branded her lips with his. He coaxed her lips apart to take the kiss deeper his tongue trailing over her lower lip when Cana pulled away. He frowned down at her. What the fuck?!?!

"Crap, Mira, counting is not my strong suit when I've had this much booze!"

He laughed softly underneath his breath. At least she didn't pull away because she thought his kiss was appalling. He wrapped his arms around her back. He dipped them lower then the rules allowed, just above the curve of her ass, but he could care less. He tapped off the number seven on her lower back hoping the others in line didn't see how he cheated the game. Then he kissed her softly again, smiling the whole time before returning to his seat. Let as many other males kiss her as they wanted to. He had her number, or rather she had his.

Gray watched as male after male lined up to kiss Juvia. Juvia had recently announced her consideration to leave Fairy Tail and the idea still wounded him somehow. But it was worse when she said that she thought of going to Lamia Scale. Worse somehow that she would give up on her feelings and try to feel out someone's feelings for her.

It was when Gray saw Lyon get in line that he stood up. He didn't think about what he was doing at all. He was just planning on confronting Lyon about his feelings for Juvia. If he had to wait in this line so be it.

Then he watched Lyon dipped Juvia. Her mouth forming a startled o shape then he took her lips with a deep kiss. It was then he felt his blood chill in his veins. It was then he realized things weren't meant to be this way. It was then he realized how much he wanted to keep her in Fairy Tail. But even more, he needed to convince her that she shouldn't give up on her feelings. It was at that moment something inside him came alive. A new desire burnt in his gut. It was a desire to keep all other lips off of her. His were the only that should ever matter.

Waiting after three more males kissed her was excruciating. But it gave him time to think how to kiss her. He could be bold and daring like Lyon but that wasn't really his style. No he should take a different approach entirely.

He tried to keep the smile from his face as he stood before her. But he felt the quirk of his lips and found he didn't much care if it was there or not. He wouldn't kiss her like Lyon. He wouldn't devour her like any of the others. He touched his lips lightly to hers. Opening his mouth slightly and breathing her in. Then he walked away. He nearly deepened the kiss. He was surprised he was able to stop. Because now his body was urging for more and his blood was pumping in his veins. Who knew such a soft chaste kiss could make his heart of ice melt?

Sting watched Yukino's annoyed face. She did not want to participate in this contest. That much was obvious to him. Lately, she had been smelling better and better and he found himself drawn to the scent. Not compelled by it exactly but craving her presence more and more.

So to be able to appreciate her scent up close and personal he began seeking her out in his off time. He rambunctiously played with her in their guild pool. (He was annoyed to find out that Fairy Tail also had one.) He trained with her when she wanted to practice dueling. Any little thing to get to spend time with her.

Now here was this contest and he wanted to try an experiment. He wanted to see what it felt like to kiss her. He bet it would be amazing. He bet it would lighten up all the dark corners in his mind. It would chase away his fear that he wasn't doing a good job as master of Sabertooth. He bet if he kissed her it would take them into being something more.

Sting rocked back and forth on his heels in line. He was actually eagerly excited about kissing her. He wanted to see if perhaps she might be his mate. It was possible. She was his friend first. She smelt amazing. Those were signs right? So he waited through four other males.

When it was his turn he kissed her with a broad smile still lighting his face. Her lips were gently and tasted of snow berries. He kissed her with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. But somehow...someway...something seemed missing. He felt the smile fall from his face as he realized that she wasn't meant to be his. She was meant for someone else.

Sting walked away his eyes staring at his feet as a wealth of sorrow hit him. He sat in his seat and stared off in space. It took him a bit to register the new scent assailing his senses. When it did he found himself looking around the room.

Rogue had been patient. He had been irritated granted, his best friend constantly monopolizing her time. But he couldn't get between them if she was meant to be his. That would be wrong. So instead he remained patient.

He watched from the shadows. He smiled at her when she was happy or playing with Frosch. But he still kept his distance. Now she was getting kissed by so many males and this was not sitting right with him. He could no longer merely stand in the shadows.

He watched the blonde head of his eager friend. He was excited about the prospect of kissing her. But Rogue couldn't let it bother him that he might be betraying his friend while he stood in line waiting. He was given the opportunity he was going to take it. If it was wrong she would never know that he had kissed her and he could go in search of his true mate.

Then Sting was kissing her. He was kissing her with an enthusiasm that obviously surprised them both judging by their faces. But something strange transformed Sting's face. He was no longer happy. He was...disappointed.

Rogue watched his best friend wallow back to their table in a state of depression. It had been awhile since Rogue had seen him like that, and he was sure he would have to console him later.

As the line moved forward so did Rogue. It took him momentarily by surprise when it was his turn. He hesitantly took her lips with his own. Then an urge built in his stomach with just that simple touch. He probed more forcefully with his lips. He grew desperate for more. The one small kiss evolved until he hungrily devoured her with his tongue. Her own hesitant one reaching him return. His teeth scraped gently at her lips and a growl vibrated in his chest against her own. He willed himself to pull away. He hoped he didn't scare her. But he had definitely determined one thing.

Yukino was his mate!

Sting caught a scent of blackberries and cream. The scent made his mouth water. He searched the room around him trying to pinpoint the scent.

There in the corner was a petite little thing. She had gorgeous dark purple hair and he wish he could see her eyes. Damn blindfold! When she started to sway on her feet Sting catapulted off the bench and towards her.

He had only managed to reach her before she tumbled to the ground. His hands cupping underneath her arms and steadying her. He helped pull herself to her feet. "Steady there."

She shyly, softly muttered, "thanks." Her soft spoken voice had a lyrical note to it. It surprised him when the sigh escaped from his throat. His dragon side was purring.

It probably would have puzzled him if he hadn't been thinking about Yukino being his mate all of three minutes ago.

"What's your name?" He found himself asking.

She shifted from foot to foot before responding. "Er, aren't we going to get in trouble for talking?"

That was laughable. He was sitting here thinking she was his future and she was concerned about the game that started this whole mess. "Pssh, I don't care about this stupid game. Breaking rules is not my concern."

"I guess it doesn't matter. I mean I got probably the worse station possible." True she was set off from everyone else in a dark corner for some reason. If her scent hadn't called to him then he would have never noticed her. That would have been a shame. But this all was meant to happen. It had to have been. Otherwise there was no telling when their paths would have crossed.

The game seemed to be dragging out for quite some time. It felt like it should have been over already. Sting turned and saw the other girls no longer had a line. "I'm surprised that other timer hasn't started yet."

"Um, well you did approach me. I...I haven't been kissed by anyone yet. The magic in the game probably thought when you approached me you wanted to kiss me or something. It probably won't start the countdown until you do."

That surprised him. Yeah she was in a corner. But she was lovely, she was worthy of several kisses. No, mine. Hmm, yeah maybe that wasn't such a good thing to think about after all. Still it surprised him. "No one has kissed you yet?"

He watched her head shake back and forth. "No one has kissed me yet." Sting found himself wishing he could stare into her eyes. The damn blindfold was annoying the piss out of him at the moment.

He growled with annoyance and the urge to take her in his arms. "Allow me to rectify that and be your first then." He found himself hoping that his statement meant her first everything. But he couldn't be bothered to think over that very long. He kissed her softly for a moment. Then the blood started heating in his veins. Oh yes, she was definitely his mate. He rapidly deepened the kiss and was thankful that he obviously didn't scare her away. She was an equal participant in the hunger, it was obviously invading both of their senses.

Reluctantly he stopped the kiss before he went overboard. He couldn't part from her just yet so he still held her close. He frowned as he realized he didn't even know who she was. "Please, tell me your name."

He watched as her delicate pink tongue stroked her lips. He wanted to chase it again desperately but tried to remain sane. "It's Mikayla."

In that moment he grew very thankful that he was the only one to have kissed her. "Well, Mikayla, we will be getting to know each other very well today I hope." He stated it as if anything else might happen. But it wasn't a mere statement in his eyes. It was a promise.

He barely registered as the clock began to countdown the end of the game. He only continued to stare at her the whole time, wondering what she may be thinking.