A/N: Once again...another chapter of fun with Albel...and torture with Fayt. Err...poor little Fayt. He's so abused by Albel. Makes me want to hug him...
Dsiclaimer: Don't really own anything...except this nice little disease here...
Miraculously, despite Albel constantly lurking around Fayt's sickroom, Fayt was slowly getting better. He couldn't sleep, yet he couldn't stay awake either, but somehow his sneezing was gone and his fever was going down.
As strange as it sounded, perhaps Albel's visits were actually making him feel better. Despite how mean Albel always was to him, Fayt missed the temperamental warrior on days when he didn't show up. If Albel wasn't around to torment him, Fayt feared something even more drastic. Besides the fact, he was lonely and even bad company was better than no company.
It was just getting harder and harder for Fayt not to do anything to Albel. The more he dreamed about Albel kissing him, the more he thought about it, and the harder it was to not actually do it. Albel seemed to realize this too and he took every opportunity he could to tease Fayt and try to goad him into action.
But Fayt would not let himself be tricked into something he would regret. Albel would smile at him menacingly and sit close enough to Fayt so that the boy could feel Albel's hot breath on his face. Fayt would stay as still as a statue, blushing fiercely. But he would not move, because once he did, he wasn't sure he could control himself.
Albel would shrug off Fayt's reaction and come back later. He was sure he would eventually wear Fayt down to the point where the sick young warrior would be forced to show his feelings.
Fayt finally had a day to relax without Albel coming into to pester him. He was a little sad, but relieved at the same time. Love was funny that way.
Sophia took his pulse as he nestled into the blankets and daydreamed. As soon as his eyes closed, he could see Albel's smirking face, beckoning him to crawl into bed with him. Fayt immediately felt his heart rate quicken.
"Fayt, are you getting worse?' Sophia asked worriedly. 'You're breathing heavier and your skin just became hotter. Maybe you're getting feverish again."
"Heh," Albel muttered. "he's too weak to recover."
"A-Albel!" Fayt protested. 'When did you get here?"
"I've been here the whole time," Albel said cheerfully. "Silly little, fool. Move, wench. Let me take a look at him."
Sophia pouted as Albel pushed her aside and crawled onto the bed. Fayt winced and squeezed his eyes shut. Albel really didn't know how to sit in a skirt without showing off too much, much more than Fayt wanted to see.
"Let me see…" Albel murmured, tracing a claw-tipped finger along Fayt's outline under the sheets. He plunged his finger deep into the silhouette of Fayt's crotch.
Fayt squealed with pain and Sophia was instantly scrambling to get past Albel to see what was wrong. 'Oh, I knew it! He's torturing you, isn't he? Let me see! Poor Fayt!"
With a bored sigh, Albel slid off the bed and allowed Sophia to cradle Fayt close to her and sob over him. 'Look what you've done, Albel! You've poked a hole in Fayt's sheets."
"At least it didn't go through his pants too," Albel muttered mutinously.
"Eh?" Sophia said curiously.
Fayt turned bright red and it finally dawned on Sophia what Albel was talking about.
"Ewwww!" she screeched. 'Don't molest Fayt when he's sick! That's gross!"
Albel shrugged. "I know Fayt liked it. He enjoys it when I touch him."
"No I don't," Fayt insisted. "That wasn't touching. You were trying to castrate me!"
Sophia pointed an accusing finger at Albel. "Don't you dare hurt Fayt like that. He's too cute to be abused."
Albel snorted. 'Whatever. I don't listen to the advice of worthless wenches."
Albel stalked out, followed by Sophia, yelling and screaming at him. Fayt groaned. He was beginning to get a headache.