Mine

"Albel, stop," he growled, but the face didn't match the seriousness in his voice. He knew that, of course, but would he admit it? No, never. But, he was trying to read and figure out what his father had been up to when he had been made the "avatar of destruction". The science of symbology was inside him, on his skin… he was destruction, and now that he knew that, one Albel Nox… found him to be… one would say, irresistible.

But it was only here, in his room that Albel seemed to express that feeling. Outside, he was just "Albel the Wicked". His only love was fighting. And he did that quite well, even with the interesting choice of clothing… that seemed to just… show him off in all the right ways.

He had dazed off again in to his own little world, even though he had told Albel to "stop" so he could get back to 'concentrating'. He wasn't really concentrating at all. Unless it involved the brunette sitting adjacent to him, looking pouty, which Albel didn't do often and it was very appealing.

His eyes gazed over to the brunette, slyly, shyly; blue caught with red, and froze. Damn. That look was there again what was that look? It was a mixture of things, he could tell. Lust: that looks was always there, admiration: Nah. Studying closer, Fayt had dropped the book from his hands, leaning in close, so close in fact their noses touched and Fayt could just hear his breathing. Slow, and rhythmic, a deep chuckled ceased it though and a hand was brought up to his chin. Eyes wide, still staring into red depths. His eyes were fiery, giving him the dangerous look, but also, there was a softness to his, that only appeared in moments like this.

His heart had stopped; they were so, so close. Lips were merely inches apart. Fayt sighed, Albel chuckled. That hand was brought down his neck, causing him to suck in a breath with a hiss. What was this sensation? The hand continued to move, until it came to rest on his hip, squeezing. Albel's head was tilted ever so slightly, the perfect angle. Fayt's mind fizzled slightly, as those lips were brought closer, brushing his own, and another sigh through parted lips. The sigh was caught though, when he pressed his lips against his. Fayt's eyes widened, only for a moment, before they fluttered closed, pressing deeper.

The hand on his hip moved him forward, and it moved, hand splayed about the small of Fayt's back. The kiss deepened, and he felt himself being bent backwards, he stumbled backwards and ended up falling onto the bed. How had he gotten himself to stand in the first place? The question went unanswered as his mind was torn back to Albel's hands. One had made it's way up his shirt, such a feat, and was resting against his abs, stroking slowing, causing an odd heat sensation there. He moaned and understood.

The kiss parted, much to his dismay, but his lips only traveled along his jaw line as he straddled him. Fayt's eyes opened again, as there was a brief pause in the sensation, blue met with red again, and the lights went out.

Owari

FA: WHOO! Wasn't that great? I love these random one shot drabbles I do. X3 Even with my video game characters. YAY! So, R&R, and uh… yeah! One of these days I'll have a full blown fic, I promise, but right now, it isn't happening, be happy with fluffy drabbles. :)