A/N: Eeep! I'm sorry...I know, I haven't updated for a couple weeks…but don't worry, I haven't given up on the story. I don't forget about anything and I eventually update…no matter how long it takes me to get around to it. I was working on a couple new stories…even though I realize that a lot of people really like this one…and since I'm a review whore, it's a good way to get my daily dose of reviews. XD

Disclaimer: Fayt's not mine, and if he was, he'd be pretty screwed. In both senses of the word. XD

Fayt lay stretched out on the couch, snuggled contentedly into Albel's embrace. He didn't want to get up. He was just so comfortable and Albel's body heat was keeping him warm. He wanted more than anything to just fall asleep right where he was. Albel was in one of his rare moods when he was completely relaxed and seemed almost normal. Fayt hated to disrupt the perfect scene, but he really needed to get cleaned up.

Albel raised an eyebrow as he felt Fayt shift and attempt to get up. "Where do you think you're going?"

Fayt smiled apologetically. "I'm going to go get cleaned up."

"Hmph." Albel sighed tiredly. "Stay here for just a bit longer."

Fayt obediently settled back onto the couch.

With a soft sigh, Albel almost carelessly dipped two fingers into the puddle of semen on his chest and regarded the liquid dripping from his fingers curiously. He stuck onte finger into his mouth and delicately licked it off.

His eyes met Fayt's and he smiled gently at Fayt's blush. "You want a taste?" he teased, offering the second finger to Fayt.

Fayt crawled forward and carefully wrapped his hand around Albel's wrist. He blushed modestly and slowly sucked on Albel's finger.

Albel was fascinated by skillful tongue, gently wrapping around Albel's finger, tasting, feeling. Fayt's other hand was placed gently on Albel's thigh to steady himself.

Albel's finger was now coated with Fayt's saliva and warmed by his breath. But Fayt continued to suck delicately, clearly not wanting to stop.

"I think you've got it all off now,' Albel commented dryly.

Fayt pulled away with a look of embarrassment. "I can't help it. You taste so good."

"Are you a cannibal now?" Albel teased.

"No,' Fayt protested, looking flustered. 'That's not what I meant. It's just-it's just that anything to do with you is wonderful. Even your skin tastes good, just like you."

"My skin and your cum," Albel said thoughtfully. "It must have tasted very interesting indeed. Quite a mixture. Sweet and dark. Something dangerously sweet?"

"I don't care," Fayt whimpered, clutching at Albel suddenly. "All I know is that whatever you're like, I love it."

Albel held Fayt tightly and softly stroked his hair. "Yes, my beloved little pet. You'll get plenty of me, don't worry. We're almost to the stage where I can use my ropes on you again."

Fayt lifted his head from Albel's chest and looked confused. "But I don't need ropes. I won't run away, I promise."

"Oh, I know you won't. But ropes aren't just for unwilling captives. Ropes are fun. It always makes me feel better to tie someone up. They become powerless, and since you like being powerless, maybe you'll like it."

"Ropes hurt,' Fayt complained. 'They chafe my wrists."

"Pain is good for you,' Albel countered. "With physical pain, you chase away emotional pain. If I get to tie you up and fuck you a few times, maybe you'll feel secure that I won't ever leave you."

Fayt snorted derisively. 'That won't make me feel like you love me. It'll make me feel like a prisoner."

"But you are a prisoner," Albel purred, grabbing onto Fayt's wrists and pinning him down on his back. "You're a prisoner of passion."

Fayt stared up at Albel worriedly.

"You're a prisoner of your own desires," Albel continued, tracing Fayt's jawbone. "You're a prisoner of lust."

Fayt shuddered softly and squeezed his eyes closed. "What-what do you want from me?"

"Your body," was Albel's instant answer.

"You have my body now," Fayt whispered, turning wide innocent eyes on Albel's face, searching for hidden meaning.

Albel shrugged. "That's all I'll ever ask of you. You thoroughly belong to me, down to your very soul. You want nothing more than to please me, and so you shall." He kissed Fayt's cheek. 'I love how worried you get that you're not satisfying me."

Fayt flushed with embarrassment. "So, you're not asking me a favor right now?"

"Right now? No…but perhaps some other time. We just had sex, love. Give it a few minutes."

Fayt melted against Albel as the murderer ran his tongue along Fayt's bottom lip. Fayt's lips parted instantly, allowing Albel full access.

"Good boy,' Albel purred. "Such a good pet, so obedient, so adorable. How about it, Fayt? Will you wear a collar and be my cocker spaniel?"

Fayt winced at the obvious pun. 'Albel, don't say that, please?"

Albel gently stroked Fayt's hair. "Alright, love. You can be a lapdog. Whatever breed you prefer. And you can be a bitch in heat all the time and I'll be a wolf, hunting you as my prey.'

Fayt sighed. "Alright."

Albel smirked. 'Good. I think I need to get you a collar then. A nice black leaver collar with metal, of course. I won't tie you up just yet, because you like your freedom to thrash. You always make sex some kind of wrestling match."

Fayt scowled and looked down. "Not my fault. You're just too damn good at fucking me."

Albel laughed merrily. "So true. Well, my little pet, shall we get dressed for the day or do we want some more mating?"

Fayt smacked him half-heartedly. "Would you cut it out with the animal jokes?" he growled. "We're not animals, we're human beings. We think about things, not just mindlessly do them."

Albel raised an eyebrow and giggled. "I don't see much thinking out of you when you're being fucked."

Fayt looked confused. "What's with you today? You're not usually not this happy. It's weird."

"I have a right to be happy," Albel informs him. 'I'm celebrating."

"Celebrating what?"

"Today, I'm halfway through with my hit list."

"Halfway? Just halfway? Damn, that's a long list."

"You should be grateful, Fayt. That means you get to stay with me longer."

Fayt clutched onto Albel desperately. "You mean I have to leave you once you're done with your killings?'

"You don't have to leave." Albel shrugged carelessly. "But you ought to know that without anyone to kill, I'll probably end up ripping you apart. It wouldn't be very safe for you."

"It's not safe for me anyway,' Fayt retorted. "Anything you give me I can handle. We're bound by destiny and no amount of pain will separate us.'

Albel smiled wickedly. "As you wish, love."