Title: Of Villains and Hereos.

Rating: Umm...PG-13-ish?

Pairings: Fayt and Albel

Warnings: Horny Fayt. XD Also, I'm trying to write in the mind of a teenage guy.

Summary: Fayt is tired of being a hero.

Under the night sky, Fayt ponders what it means to be a villain.

"Think only of yourself. Show no mercy." He leans foward, hands pushing Fayt back by the shoulders. Fayt lets out a surprised yelp. "Take no prisoners. And take what you want if it's not given."

Albel lays a few feet away, but is not asleep. Fayt can tell because there are no screams. He can't help but wonder what he is thinking about.

Fayt is sick of being the hero. Always helping everyone and never asking for anything in return. Now he's become an idol, a saint, something holy and something pure.

He has desires too.

He often thinks about marching up to Albel and making him want him. He wants to just pin him down and well..you know, ravish him. And make him submit to his desires. With...you know, chains and stuff.

But even as he desires, he knows Albel too well to even hope. Albel would never submit to anyone. He won't even kiss him. Does desire make you wicked? Or is it desiring the wicked that makes you a villian?

Fayt crawls over to Albel. His eyes are closed but he still is not asleep. If Fayt leans foward just slightly... "What are you doing, fool?" One crimson eye opens to stare balefully at him.

"I'm going to kiss you, whether you like it or not!" Fayt declares. Albel rolls over.

"That's a good one. Tell me another."

"I'm going to ravish you until you want me." Fayt tells him bluntly. Albel sits up quickly.

"What?" Fayt nods.

"That's right. I'm going to learn every inch of you until you beg me to let you go." They stare at each other, one in shock and the other in lust.

"So why don't you do it, then?" Fayt blinks.

"Give me a minute!" Albel chuckles and lays down again. He rolls on his side, once again facing away from his companion.

"You don't have the guts." The next thing Albel knew a blue-hair boy had jusy landed on top of him and began planting clumsy kisses all over his face.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" Fayt latches on to his neck. "Hey! Hey, stop that! You aren't a leech!"

"No." Fayt says against his neck.

"What? Do you have a deathwish?" Fayt sits up and glares at him.

"Kiss me. Right now."

"Are you out of your mind?" Albel growls. "I will not-"

"We can have angry sex."

"!" Fayt shrugs.

"I mean, it doesn't really matter to me."

"We're not having sex. Now get off," Albel growls.

"Kiss me."

"No." Fayt pouts and crosses his arms.

"Then I'm staying right here." Albel grabs his hips and throws him to the side. He scoots away and glares. Fayt simply crawls back on top of him. "Damn it!" Fayt moves is fingers like little spiders across Albel's chest and neck.

"I'd prefer it if you were the one who kissed me." Albel snorts.

"You're just a coward."

"You're afraid too." Fayt sighs.

"I'll never give in. So if you want your kiss, go get if from the girl you left behind."

"But I don't want just any kiss. I want a villainous and wicked kiss." Fayt grins.

"Bah." Fayt sighs.

"I guess if you won't do it..." Fayt leans down and gives Albel a kiss. He smiles. He wants to stay like this for the rest of the night, just kissing Albel and-

"Ow!" Fayt pulls back and holds his lip. "You son of a bitch!" He swears. Albel gives him a lopsided grin.

"Don't be a baby. You aren't even bleeding."

"It still hurt." Fayt mumbles.

"You got your kiss. Not get off."

"No." Fayt lays down on top of him and stretches. "You're comfy." He yawns, nuzzling his neck. Albel sighs.

"How did I get stuck with you?"

"Because opposites attract?" Fayt suggests. Albel tangles his good hand into Fayt's hair.

"You really are a little villain."