A/N: Hey guys, summer is almost over and soon I'll be back in class. I'm probably not going to be able to finish this before school, but I'm going to try really hard, okay? I really want to get something finished so I'll try to press on even through school.

Disclaimer: I'd love to own Albel or Fayt…but I'm not a video game design major…I'm a creative writing major. XD

When Fayt woke up, he was sure he had been dreaming. Heat rose to his cheeks as he recalled. He couldn't comprehend how he had ever dreamed of something so sexual. He was just a servant boy and Albel couldn't possibly want anything to do with him. Albel was lying beside him, looking at Fayt questioningly. Fayt couldn't bear to look him in the eyes.

Albel rolled his eyes and slipped a hand under the blankets. He lazily ran a hand down Fayt's hip. Fayt's eyes widened and he flinched away from Albel's touch. He was still half-naked which meant…it hadn't been a dream after all. "Did that really happen?" Fayt asked softly.

Albel shook his head sadly. "You really are slow to catch on, fool. But what can I say?" He grinned widely. "After being out of your mind with pleasure, it's a wonder you can think at all."

Fayt frowned. He struggled to make sense of what had happened. He was just a servant. Albel shouldn't be so interested in him. It was one thing for the king to resort to servants to take care of his lust and sexual tension, but it was quite another thing for Albel to focus on a servant's pleasure.

Albel pinched Fayt's read. "Get your head out of the clouds," he growled. "It's time to get up."

Fayt squeaked and turned scarlet. "Y-yes, my lord," he stammered. He scrambled out of bed, hastily gathering up his clothes.

"Wait." Albel grabbed hold of his arm. "Don't get dressed yet." He grinned lecherously. "I like to see you like this."

Fayt was mortified. He quickly clapped a hand over his genitals.

Albel made an irritated noise in the back of his throat and rolled his eyes. "Don't deny me now, idiot. I've already seen."

"Then you don't need to keep looking at me," Fayt said in a small voice. He backed against a wall, holding his clothes in front of his body. "It's embarrassing to have you stare at me. It's like you're going to eat me or something."

Albel stretched luxuriously. "Maybe I should try that next," he said calmly. "After all, what little I've tasted of you was delicious."

Fayt shook his head vehemently. "No, no, no." He eyed Albel nervously. "Wh-why would you want to do that?"

"Your body pleases me," Albel said matter-of-factly. He slid out of bed and stood before Fayt, one hand cupped under the servant boy's cheek. "I could wake to such a sight every morning," he purred.

Fayt's eyes widened and he blushed furiously. His clothes fell out of his shaky hands. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made him both intensely nervous and intensely comfortable in Albel's presence.

Albel gripped Fayt's arms tightly as the bluenette attempted to retrieve his clothing. "Not yet," Albel hissed. One hand slipped under Fayt's shirt and peeled it off. Albel took a step back and surveyed Fayt's trembling body. Fayt had given up trying to cover himself and instead nervously submitted to Albel's scrutiny.

"My lord," Fayt said timidly. "Can I please get dressed so I can get you some breakfast?"

"No," Albel snarled. "Not until you explain to me why you are so resistant."

Fayt looked hurt. "But, I'm just a servant. You're not supposed to be involved with someone so low class. I mean, I know a lot of the nobles take whores and prostitutes to satisfy them, but there's no emotional attachment. I can't let you defile yourself by-"

"Enough," Albel barked. Fayt obediently shut his mouth, looking thoroughly chastened.

Albel stroked a finger over Fayt's jawbone and continued in a softer tone. "It is my choice who I will be involved with. You already know I do not approve of one-night stands. I have chosen you and you will not be rid of me so easily. I want to see more self-respect out of you. Did you honestly think I would content myself with touching you once? How do you expect that to satisfy me?"

Fayt swallowed hard. "I know, my lord. I don't know why you would touch me. I don't see how you could take any pleasure from it."

Albel smirked. "I enjoyed watching you squirm, fool. But mark my words, I am not through with you. I was merely trying to prove my feelings to you. You will have to endure pain as you submit your body to me."

Fayt bowed his head. "You're the king and I don't see why you want my permission. You should be able to force me to give in."

"In bed, rank does not matter," Albel retorted. He pinched Fayt's neck. "I want you to submit to me willingly. I can't force someone to love me. I can force them to have sex with me, but I can't force love. That has to be your own decision. And consider this, fool, I don't like leaving anything up to someone else. The fact that I will let you make the choice should tell you all you need to know."

Fayt swallowed hard and looked down intently at the carpet, as if seeing something fascinating. He could feel Albel's ruby eyes boring a hole into his head and feel the weight of Albel's hand on his shoulder. He knew he should feel honored by Albel's admission and to some degree he was. Fayt knew he should feel some sort of pride that such an ordinary person like him could command the king's attention. But he couldn't just give in to Albel, when the whole kingdom was at stake. He could put Albel's safety above his own feelings and even above Albel's feelings. Because, whether he liked it or not, it didn't matter what Albel wanted. Fayt couldn't let Albel get killed because he was too busy fooling around with Fayt to notice assassination plots brewing before him. Although, it would be hard to convince Albel that they needed to be seperated. Albel seemed determined that they would be physically joined for quite some time. Fayt felt heat again sprng to his cheeks. He wouldn't mind spending so much time with Albel, but he couldn't risk it.

"My lord," Fayt began tentatively. "I really don't think that it's-"

Fayt was interrupted by a knock on the door.

With an irritated sigh, Albel dropped his hand and stepped away from Fayt. "What is it now?" Albel growled. "State your purpose, you who dare interrupt my morning."

"It's nearly noon, sir," Dion said calmly from the other side of the door. "And I have news that really can't wait. It seems that Shelby is amassing an army."

Albel's eyes narrowed. "Oh good," he muttered savagely. "I'm in a bad mood and a battle will cheer me up nicely." He looked back at Fayt. "Get dressed," he said gruffly. "We'll finish this later."

Fayt was grateful for the interruption, but he didn't like the look in Albel's eyes. Albel seemed furious that anyone dared interrupt their time together. If Albel was already this posessive, it would be hard to get him to back down. Fayt bit his lip. It was already hard for him to even think about seperating himself from Albel. He would willingly sleep beside Albel every night and endure all of Albel's harsh comments because he knew that beneath the tough exterior, Albel actually cared. He even cared enough to act normally so no one else would know of their illicit affair.

"Fayt," Albel growled. "Unless this is some signal that I need to drag you back to bed with me, I suggest you start getting dressed."

Fayt flushed. "Y-yes, your majesty."

Albel placed a gentle hand on Fayt's shoulder. "To you, I'm only Albel," he said softly. "At least, while we share a room." He smiled warmly. "Don't make me feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"But you're not! I mean..." Fayt reddened.

Albel waved a hand dismissively, a half-smile on his thin, beautiful face. "It's alright, Fayt. I understand. We'll work something out later. Rght now, the kingdom is at stake and I can't put my own pleasure above the lives of others." His red eyes shone with battle-lust. "Let him come. Let Shelby dare raise a hand against me. We will strike him down where he stands. Come, Fayt, we must prepare for battle!"

Reluctantly, Fayt trailed after him as Albel headed down to talk to his strategists. He didn't much like fighting, but the delight on Albel's face was unmistakable. Albel lived for violence and he couldn't begrudge Albel his happiness. He just wanted to see him come back alive.