A/N: Hi, it's me again…after like…ten thousand years away. XD Okay, it hasn't been that long…but it has been over a year. I have to say, all the recent reviews have really been reminding me I need to update this thing. I can't promise I'll be back for good but as long as I get lots of good reviews I'll try and stay motivated to finally finish this damn thing off.
Disclaimer: Heh, Star Ocean is rated T, right? If I owned it…it would be rated M for sure…or maybe X. XD
Albel was draped across the couch with Fayt curled up contentedly in his lap. Albel ran his fingers through Fayt's hair. "Brilliant, my pet," Albel purred. "Writing a note in the victims' blood is quite kinky." He smirked. "I love what I've done to you."
Fayt rested his head against Albel's chest and wrapped his arms around him. He sighed contentedly. "Isn't that what serial killers usually do? They always write taunting notes to the police."
Albel nipped at Fayt's earlobe. "I doubt they usually write them in blood. But I like it. All future killers should follow your example."
Fay ducked his head and tried to hide his blush. "Don't say stuff like that. I'd be a terrible serial killer. I can't even help you without going completely crazy."
Albel's hands slipped under Fayt's shirt and he peeled it off, taking care to run his hands up Fayt's bare chest. Albel smirked as Fayt sucked in a breath and latched on to him tightly. "What's wrong, Fayt?" Albel purred seductively. "You were saying?"
Fayt swallowed hard and tried to gather his thoughts. "Um…I-I can't exactly kill people. I-It drives me mad. I'm not a good helper."
"You're already mad," Albel said cheerfully. "Speaking in riddles and taunting the police doesn't sound like the work of an innocent. Such a beautifully twisted little mind you have." He pinned Fayt down on the couch and clamped his mouth down on Fayt's right nipple.
Fayt gasped and his hands desperately grasped the locks of Albel's hair for something to cling to and keep Albel's hot mouth right where it was.
Albel's lifted his heated gaze to Fayt's face. Fayt's eyes were shut tight and he didn't like that. He wanted Fayt to see exactly what he was doing. He bit down hard.
Fayt let out a strangled cry of pain, his hands clenching tighter in Albel's dark hair. "That hurts," he whined. But his irritation soon faded as he looked into Albel's lust-filled eyes. "Albel?" he whispered hoarsely. Merely looking at Albel's face was causing heat to pool between his legs.
Albel lifted his head and delicately licked his way up to Fayt's collarbone. "You're pulling my hair, Fayt," he said in a low voice.
"Sorry," Fayt whispered, uncurling his fingers.
"No," Albel purred. "Don't stop. Be rough with me, kitten. Let me pull you under with me, teach you to be just as wicked as I am."
Fayt trembled. "I don't think I can handle hurting you. Remember what happened last time?"
Albel's eyes slid shut and he allowed a wicked smile to spread over his face. "Oh, I remember. I loved fighting with you. Seeing you so turned on was fucking beautiful." He brought a slim finger to his mouth and licked his way up sensually, his tongue swirling around the tip.
"But I'm aroused right now," Fayt whined.
Albel's eyes narrowed and he inspected the bulge in Fayt's pants. He smirked. "Heh. So you are. Well, I'll just have to take care of that for you, pet. But…"
Fayt shifted nervously as Albel trailed his wet finger down Fayt's chest. "You still owe me a chance to see that aggressive side of you." Albel's breath ghosted along his skin slick with saliva.
Fayt whimpered and his hips bucked up of their own accord. "Albel," he whined.
"Don't make me have to force it out of you," Albel said pleasantly. "I need another victim tomorrow."
Fayt's throat went dry. "You'll make we wait until then?"
Albel bared his teeth in a sharp, animalistic snarl. The ruby eyes flashed with uncontrolled lust. He dragged his nails down Fayt's chest. "I'd love to make you wait," he hissed. "But I can't wait that long."
Fayt let out a keening cry as Albel's tongue and sharp teeth attacked his chest. The scratches were shallow, but they were still bleeding and Albel was eagerly lapping up the blood. Fayt's hands unconsciously fisted in Albel's scruffy dark locks again.
Albel purred with pleasure. "Don't let go, pet," he said quietly.
Fayt's heart was beating faster. Albel's lips and teeth were red with blood. His blood. He glanced down at the ribbons of blood smeared across his chest. It was sick, he knew, but he thought Albel looked beautiful covered in blood. Hell, even he looked better covered in blood.
"Now you understand," Albel purred throatily. He pulled Fayt against him, maneuvering carefully around Fayt's death grip on his hair. The pain felt wonderful, but he wasn't too keen on having Fayt rip out large chunks of hair if he pulled too hard.
Fayt hands untangled themselves and slowly travelled down Albel's neck, the short rough nails leaving angry red marks. Albel made a pleased sound in the back of his throat. He gently pulled Fayt hands off and kissed them tenderly. "Just wait, my pet," he whispered, the hot tongue curling around Fayt's digits.
Fayt flushed and moaned. He barely noticed when Albel had pulled of his own clothes and the rest of Fayt's. "Now, kitten," Albel purred. "Now I want to see just how desperate you've become. I want to see how well I've taught you."
Fayt's hands desperately dug into Albel's shoulders as Albel pulled him into a searing kiss. Fayt could taste his blood on Albel's tongue. He liked the taste, but he wondered idly if Albel's blood would taste even better. There was only one way to find out.
Fayt pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. His lust-clouded gaze swept over Albel's body. Ah, perfect. He pulled Albel's arms around his shoulders. Albel complied willingly with this new position, his fingertips massaging Fayt's collarbone.
Fayt let out a shuddering breath and he latched onto one of Albel's wrists. He pulled the hand up to his face, letting it stroke his cheek and then he lowered his head, his sharp teeth clamping down hard on the tender skin of Albel's inner arm.
Albel's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before a proud smirk took over. "Excellent, Fayt. I've taught you well. Blood excites you, doesn't it? That's why you wrote that note in blood."
"Yes," Fayt growled huskily, his eyes almost feral. "I want more, more blood." He licked the wound hungrily. It was only a shallow puncture and it wasn't bleeding nearly enough.
"Tomorrow we will go hunting together," Albel promised. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you kill him."
Fayt's eyes drifted closed with the thought of all the blood another victim would bring. Sure, it was only one man…but there would be a lot more blood than the tiny bites he was allowed to give his master. He didn't want his master bleeding to death because then there would be no more fun and no more death. But the victims would bleed everywhere.
Albel pinched Fayt's thigh, bringing him back to reality. "Come, kitten," Albel purred, grinding his erection against Fayt's.
Fayt snarled and pushed upwards. With a quick flip, their positions were reversed and Fayt was staring down at Albel triumphantly.
Albel was unconcerned. "Sexy," he said, lithe fingers stroking Fayt's hipbone.
Fayt's sharp façade flickered for just a moment at the tender, intimate touch. And that brief moment was all that Albel needed.
Albel's grip on Fayt's wrist was bruising. Fayt howled in pain and tried to pry his hands off, but Albel followed it with a knee to Fayt's stomach, shoving him off the bed. Fayt dragged Albel down with him and soon the two them were rolling on the floor, twisted in the sheets.
Albel at last managed to twist a length of fabric around Fayt's wrists and lash him to the bedpost. Fayt squirmed irritably, but could not get free.
"And now, kitten, I will prove to you again why I am the master and you are my willing slave."
Fayt cried out as Albel pushed himself into his body. He arched his back off the floor. "Oh god! Please, please!"
Albel thrust into Fayt lazily. "Please, what?"
"Fuck me!" Fayt howled. "Please, master, please." He squirmed against the ropes.
Albel licked his lips. Sex was always his hold over Fayt. No matter what happened, as soon as he got Fayt's delicious body under him, Fayt would submit to him entirely. And Albel settled in for another round of fucking Fayt out of his mind.