A/N: XD I know I'm a procrastinator. Err…well, not a procrastinator…I just had too much to write so I pushed off the inevitable sex to this chapter. Yes, this chapter has sex in it! Don't get mad, get glad. XD

Disclaimer: Once again, two bunnies…that's all I own.

Fayt and Albel were snuggled together on the bed in the state just between waking and dreaming. Their kindly hosts had left a nightgown and a pair of pajama bottoms for the two to change into.

Fayt shifted restlessly, feeling Albel's head lying heavily on his chest. "I can't sleep," he murmured.

Albel made an irritated noise. "Neither can I if you keep me up with all this shifting."

"Sorry,' Fayt said humbly.

Albel reached over a hand to cuff Fayt on the side of the head. His face was still buried in Fayt's chest and it was a blind action. "Shut up already. Didn't I tell you to stop talking?"

Fayt sighed unhappily. "It's just…I don't wear dresses."

Albel lifted his head and stared blearily at him. "You didn't have to. I coulda slept in my clothes."

"But I wanted to…so you could be at least sort of comfortable."

Albel ruffled Fayt's hair. "Foolish talk, like always."

Fayt's cheeks turned pink. "Albel," he whined. "Touch me."

"I already am, fool."

"No, touch me here," Fayt panted, moving Albel's hand down to his crotch.

Albel raised an eyebrow. "Never took you for the type to get off on women's clothing."

Fayt shook his head. "The only one I want is you."

"Sure we should get into this? I don't want you passing out again."

"I won't,' Fayt said defensively. "I'm a lot more sober now."

"If you say so," Albel muttered. He gently lifted the hem of the nightgown and rubbed his palm in a slow circular motion over Fayt's groin.

Fayt cried out instantly, his body awakening under Albel's touch. His eyes quickly became glazed over as he panted heavily. "More, Albel. Feels good."

Abruptly, Albel removed his hand and Fayt whined, his brow creasing in confusion.

"Calm down, Fayt," Albel said soothingly. "I'll make it all better."

Albel gently peeled off Fayt's underwear, taking pride in how much Fayt squirmed with wanton desire. Fayt wanted him and he would make Fayt beg for what he wanted.

Albel massaged Fayt's hardened shaft with his hand and then lightly trailed his fingers up to tease the tip. Fayt let out a mewling cry at that action, his face contorted with the agony of pleasure as his ships bucked upward. "Oh god," Fayt hissed.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Albel asked contemplatively.

Fayt leaned forward and grasped Albel's shoulders, pulling him in closer. "Please…you know what I want."

Albel's eyes trailed down to Fayt's erection and to his suggestively parted legs. He smirked. "Thank god for that nightgown. It makes it so much easier that I don't have to yank pants off you. Just push it out of the way and we're ready."

Fayt flushed and propped himself up on his elbows as he stared at Albel hungrily. "Please…" he breathed out.

"Don't rush," Albel said calmly. "Just because you don't have pants doesn't mean I don't."

Fayt reached out and grabbed the waistband of Albel's pants.

Albel pushed his hand away roughly. "I said don't rush,' he growled.

"But-" Fayt protested.

"Shh, slow down. We're probably drunk out of our minds still and maybe we'll never feel like doing this again. I want it to last. You got that, fool?"

Fayt nodded, understanding. Albel's irritation passed, dissolving into more lust for Fayt's body. He smiled suggestively. "Let's do some exploring."

Fayt was all too willing to be explored, to be conquered. He lay on his back, his whole body trembling as Albel's tongue traced its way down Fayt's jawbone to his lips. Albel bit down gently, forcing Fayt to part his teeth and let in his tongue.

Fayt moaned softly. "You taste good," he whispered, coming away for air. He was breathing hard but still not able to get enough oxygen to clear his head. "More," he pleaded. "You're so perfect. I need it."

Albel was happy to give Fayt more. He pushed Fayt back down on the bed, lowering his body flush against Fayt's. He ground his hips slowly against his new lover's crotch.

Fayt let out a desperate cry. "Oh god, Albel. You're so good…oh god!"

Albel bit down on Fayt's shoulder blades, earning him a small groan. "Shh, love. We barely started and already you're so loud." His eyes glinted mischievously. "I can only wonder how much you'll scream when I actually take you, but we'll have to keep it down so we don't wake our hosts."

The reminder of where they were slightly dampened Fayt's lust. He bit his lip. "You're right. Maybe we shouldn't…I don't want to disturb them."

"Oh, we will," Albel growled possessively. "I'm not letting you get away from me. I'll just have to keep your mouth busy swallowing my tongue. Then we'll be fine."

Fayt threw his head back as the heat between his legs reasserted itself. He squirmed uncomfortably. "God, Albel. Stop stalling. Just take me. I want you inside of me."

Albel filled with pride at how quickly Fayt was reduced to begging him for sex. The request flowed easily from Fayt's mouth, which either meant that Fayt was extremely impatient for sex or he was used to begging for what he wanted. Albel chose to believe the former. He wouldn't stand to let Fayt lower himself for anyone but him.

"You're going to have to wait just a little longer,' Albel said with an arrogant smirk. "I'll have to stretch you out and find something to use for lube so I don't hurt you too bad."

Fayt reached out his hand and groped about the nightstand blindly until his fingers closed around the desired object. He couldn't be bothered to take his eyes off Albel, even to look for something so important.

Fayt held the bottle of lotion in front of Albel's face. "For nocturnal activities, she said."

Albel frowned. "She knew we were going to do this." He hated it when his enemies could predict his moves.

"No," Fayt said with a smile. "She's encouraging it. She wants us to do this."

"Hell, if I didn't want you so much, I'd call this all off just to spite her. No one tells me what to do."

Fayt rolled his eyes. "The way we were practically groping each other in the dining room, we weren't exactly secretive about our desire for each other. She's probably just letting us know she doesn't mind if we do anything."

Albel snorted. "Bah. I don't care what an overgrown fluffball thinks of us. I'm going to screw you senseless."

Fayt let out a sharp gasp as Albel mercilessly shoved one finger into him. "Use the lotion…please," Fayt said weakly.

Albel's gaze softened slightly. "Alright," he groused, although he really didn't mean it.

Albel coated his fingers with the lotion and slipped one back inside Fayt, waiting impatiently for his lover to adjust before he added a second and a third.

Fayt groaned. "It hurts…but it feels so good. I don't understand it, but I like it."

Albel bit down on Fayt's throat and then gently licked the wounded area. "Jut wait. The pain will pass and it'll be pure pleasure."

Fayt was already starting to feel much better. Albel's fingers inside him were a dull ache, uncomfortable but not too painful. Fayt shifted, trying to find the perfect spot. He let out a startled gasp. "Ah, that's good. Right there."

"Good, Albel said, removing his fingers.

Fayt whimpered. "Why'd you do that? It just started to feel good and you take it away."

"I'll replace it," Albel said darkly, "with something much better."

Fayt blushed, realizing what Albel was talking about. "Yes, please. I want us to be joined together."

Albel cupped Fayt's cheek in his hand. "Alright, fool. It may hurt a bit. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Fayt whispered.

Albel pulled off his clothes and tossed them out of the way. Fayt watched in awe.

Albel chuckled. "Just wait, Fayt. It gets better." He pushed Fayt's nightgown up further to make sure it would not hinder them.

Fayt drew in a sharp breath as Albel pushed into him. It hurt a little, but the feeling of being joined with Albel was powerful. Albel waited, his body pressing down on Fayt, pinning him against the mattress. His heavy breathing ghosted across Fayt's skin.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Fayt whispered, overcome by the wonderful feeling.

"Don't get sappy on me yet, fool. I haven't even moved yet."

Fayt let out a choked cry as Albel shifted experimentally. "Ah, 'Bel. Wait..wait a little. Whoa..."

Albel sighed and stilled, as much as he wanted to do something, he had to wait until Fayt could handle it.

Fayt let out a deep breath and he began to relax. "Okay, go ahead, but slowly."

Albel nodded and made a quick, shallow thrust to test it out. Fayt let out a soft groan. "God, that feels good."

"I didn't know you were religious," Albel said sarcastically.

"I'm not, or I wouldn't be doing this."

"You've just mentioned God several times. Leave him out of this."

"Yes, you highness," Fayt said mockingly.

"My name is the only one I want to hear," Albel said possesively. He thrust again into Fayt.

Fayt moaned, his breath coming in short gasps. "Albel...oh please. Please..." He licked suddenly dry lips.

Albel smiled arrogantly at him. "You like that? Want me to continue?"

"Ah...yes. More, Albel. I need...I want..." Fayt broke off with a pitiful whimper as he desperately clutched Albel's shoulders.

Albel shifted his weight bearing down on his lover. "Oh, I'll give you more," he said darkly. "I'll give it to you fast and hard."

Albel thrust savagely into Fayt. The boy arched, a hoarse cry broke from his lips. "Harder..please more!"

Albel was all too happy to comply. He was quickly building up an intense pace. Fayt writhed beneath him, clutching at Albel desperately, clutching at anything to steady himself.

Fayt swore intensely, strings of curse words that Albel never dreamed of Fayt using. He panted heavily, barely able to breathe with the intense feeling. Nothing seemed adequate to even begin to describe how Fayt felt.

"Fuck, Albel," Fayt gasped. "Fuck me harder!"

"Keep it down," Albel hissed. "I knew you would be a screamer."

"I can't help it," Fayt hissed. "You feel so fucking good. You're a god."

Albel bit down on Fayt's shoulders. "Damn it, Fayt. Fine..I don't care. Be as loud as you want," he growled.

Albel could feel Fayt's body tensing. He was close and the pleading rose in volume and desperation. "Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, Albel! Please, fuck! Fuck me harder."

Albel covered Fayt's mouth with his own and swallowed Fayt's final scream feeling his lover shudder and collapse beneath him. Fayt was still breathing hard into Albel's mouth. It felt intimate and strangely erotic. And Albel could feel his own release as he pumped his seed into Fayt's body.

Fayt gazed back at him, his eyes filled with adoration and affection. "Albel, you're so wonderful. You're a sex god."

"Goddamn, Fayt. It's amazing how docile and loving you are after you swore at me like that."

"I didn't mean it," Fayt said sorrowfully. "I was just so caught up in-"

"It's okay," Albel said gently. "Go to sleep, Fayt." He pulled Fayt's nightgown back down to cover him and keep him warm.

Fayt sighed contentedly and snuggled against his lover. "Good night, Albel. I'll see you in the morning."