A/N: I don't know anymore. I just write these things because I can and do so XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Suikoden III nor claim any right to anything of it. It belongs to the rightful creators.

Genre: General (I don't really know o-o; )

Pairing: Luc/Yuber

Rating: T, Nothing explicit, but a warning that it is shonen ai (or 'light' Yaoi)

Suikoden III

Demon Love

Luc sat at the windowsill of one of the many windows located in the building. This typical one he found enlightening just by how the moons rays shone down. Illuminating his face, pale as it may be from wearing the mask. Bringing out something that he could have described as beautiful but couldn't quite bring himself to say it. He wasn't beautiful, heck, he wasn't even human! 'Created solely to bare a rune…' His eyes hardened at the slightest change of the outside world.

Tearing his eyes away form the window he glanced a once over the room. It had the necessities to comfort, but he couldn't imagine sleeping. Not now, not ever. He had so much to accomplish and only a certain amount of time to do it. At least, until Holy Harmonia discovered his true intentions and ceased siding with him. Then he would have to rely on his companions, no, servants to do the job. He really could care less for any of them. At the very least, a bit for Sarah. But it was her own choice to follow him, she knew his plan through and through.

His green eyes stared at the wall, watching the flicker of light from the candle that Sarah insisted he let burn. Said to ward of any unholy creatures that preyed on the minds of weaklings. He wasn't weak by any means, she assured him it was for his protection in dreams. And rather than listening to her rant and rave about it he allowed it. If only to shut her motor mouth up. "Hmph. Ward of dark creatures. What a joke." He muttered, miserably.

Luc adverted his gaze for the umpteenth time, unable to look at one thing for too long. Instead he focused on the bed, silently debating if sleep really would be a good option or not. Dismissing the idea he returned his eyes back to the window, staring out into space. Imagining the future as it should be, rather than what the rune showed him. A bitter world of dark blacks and grays. No sound, no touch, no warmth, not even a glimmer of color. A chilly world where everything was devoid of emotion.

Unnoticeably he curled his hand into a fist, leaning his head against the glass. That world he promised would not come true. He'd change everything! Challenge god if he must, he was willing to pay the price! True runes or not, nothing was going to distract him form the one purpose that he was destined to lead. To save all of humanity. And save him from the prison. The knowing thought that he was created.

Created…

Created to do what? To bare a rune and wait for the collection of the rest of them in Holy Harmonia? 'I think not…' he mused, shifting the position of his legs. One crossed over the other. He frowned, feeling a change in the room. Usually he would have welcomed company, but at the moment, it seemed infuriating. Distracting him from his thoughts. Without looking behind him he could see the shadow of who had entered. A tall build, dressed in a short jacket and shirt. Form fitting pants and rather classy black shoes.

If he wasn't feeling so crappy he might have turned around and greeted his sudden guest.

But he didn't. And the man…creature behind him didn't expect anything.

"Why are you here Yuber? I thought you were with Albert. Decided he wasn't any fun?" Luc bore a tired and exhausted tone. Like he had repeated the words much to often, finding the likes repetitive and unneeded.

The shadow behind him didn't respond right away. Instead he stood, waiting for Luc to turn around. After a long moment Luc turned his attention from the window and focused it on the black clothed being with expressionless face. Only then did the 'guest' speak. "I wasn't with Albert. I had other things to do. So…on my way to do that I came by here. Don't tell me you didn't want my company. You know you did." The demon was smug with his words. Stepping forward to stare down at Luc's sitting form. Calculating the brunette's physical appearance.

"You humans need sleep. Yet you choose not to. Is the idea of having me with you comfort enough or do you really need that god forsaken candle like a child?" Yubers face twisted in disgust at the bright light. His sensitive eyes normally not accustomed to brightness in what should have been, a completely dark room. Luc looked to the candle again, noting that Yuber was right. It was childishly. But if he blew it out, Sarah would probably lecture him on how important little things were.

"Sarah wanted to light it. Said it was to ward of dark creatures." He caught the blonde's malicious smile but took no note of it. Other than the fact is was there whether he liked it or not. "I don't know why either. But I prefer to keep it lit. If only to stop her persistence of things." He flat out ignored what the demon offered. Comfort from Yuber often meant some very brash and often explosive intimacy. He liked it, but at the same idea regretted it. Because of the first time agreement, Yuber came almost every night. Sometimes for company, sometimes for something…more.

"That witch? Hmph. Honestly I don't understand you."

Luc's lips almost twitched in amusement. Yuber may have had the brawn that made up for more than the Holy Harmonia army ever could but when it came down to thinking. The demon...lacked a lot. Understatement. "I don't expect you to." The wind mage uttered softly, looking Yuber from the head and down. Luc hadn't expected Yuber to come to him and acknowledge him as the 'summoner' rather than the strategist. The blonde never stated why that was so important. Was it because Albert was useless other than to plan all their attacks?

"You're simplified, tired, and tense." The demon noted. Red and blue eyes flicking to all the details that confirmed his suspicions.

"Is that how you say 'I care about you' in your words?" Luc asked without much emotion put into it. In fact…he seemed almost bored of speech. He was bored with his life. Bored of everything the world had to offer him. Why couldn't he enjoy the beauty of it like a normal person?

"As much as I would rather see you writhing in pain in my clutches I suppose at the very least I could say yes. But I wont. Cause it's probably a lie." Yuber grinned, eyes sparking with a hidden glint. Luc ignored that as well. Much as he tried to pretend, the option was still there.

"Mmmhmm…" Luc agreed silently. Lips curling into a small smile as he made a gesture for the demon to come closer. Complying, the shadow moved closer until he was directly in front of Luc. The only difference in the dramatic height issue was the fact one was sitting and the other standing. Aside from that Luc didn't do anything else. He just sat quietly, observing the 'risk' of being with such a destructive force. "Kneel down." It wasn't a command, nor was it an order. It was an option.

"And get my pants dirty?"

Luc snorted. "There's hardly any dust around here."

Yuber looked skeptical. Trying to lighten the mood, like the calm before the storm. "I see mounds of dust." He pointed out.

"Yeah well I see nothing." Luc reached up without hesitating or thinking of what the consequences would be from challenging the demon. His fingers curled around the dark fabric, yanking the older figure down until he was at almost a dignified level of equal height. "Nothing except a big black, white, and golden yellow being obscuring my vision and distracting my attention." Luc knew if he had been anyone of lesser interest, that move of yanking might have cost him a few limbs, and in worst cases, his life.

"Distracting? No…" Yuber rolled his eyes in mocking, "I just want something from you that no one can satisfy. No normal human in any rate." The mismatched eyes lowered downwards and the hand still keeping him firmly in place. He could feel the wood digging into his pants and touch his flesh. It wasn't painful by any means, but it did tell him that the floor seemed like a better option than the bed…

Luc felt a bountiful of laughter build up at the comment. Something no normal human could satisfy. No normal human. Normal. What was normal nowadays? "I'm hardly human Yuber." Luc spoke with a placid tone, one hand raising up from its previous resting place on his knee to guide along the golden bangs sticking out from underneath the hat. "I'm not human. Rather something created. A sin and duplicate of a being already unique in this world. Which makes me no better than you." Luc paused, finger intertwining with the golden wisps of hair.

Yuber seemed to grin more so, eyes alight. "If that means you're not human than you have some serious things you need to reconsider."

"I've considered everything from day one." Luc felt his grip tighten slowly around the lock of hair, watching the amused demon with a hard stare. Seeking answers from deaths very own mouth. "If not…please enlighten me and I might make it your worthwhile." The bearer of the elemental true rune let his grip go slack. Uncurling the fine hair and instead finding pleasure in teasing the demon with a few feathery strokes. It was a challenge of wits and who would submit first. And Luc was sure he would win.

Yuber eyes glanced to the caressing of his cheek, twitching. It was staged. The challenge. "You look human, smell like one, act like one with conflicting thoughts. You hesitate at some actions, debate whether or not you really are doing good for your pathetic race. Don't deny it. I've seen it." The distraction of Luc's hand against his cheek stopped rotating. But the demon continued, pointedly ignoring the glare from Luc. "You have a heart clouded by two sides. A black mist and a white mist. The same with your thoughts. Good and bad, dark and light. You truly do not know if you will save humanity, but I can assure you, your succession. If prompted and allowed by god and fate alike, will be death."

"That's rich coming from a demon that serves humans. A creature from a damned world believes in such false entities to calm the human mind of the other side? Judges that do not exist?" The 'human' snorted. Unbelievable.

Yuber narrowed his eyes, his face taking on a dangerous look. "I serve no one." He stated, no longer amused with the conversation.

"Are you sure?" Smooth as ever Luc managed to curl his lips more so, smirking. He touched a nerve. "You're kneeling before me. A specie you say is lower than your own. Does that not mean that you, indeed, are a servant and are serving me at this moment?" Luc had long since thought about the thin ice he was walking on. If Yuber got mad enough there was always a chance that he would go out of control. Lose his temper. And probably severely beat anything in his way. Or anything that looked at him wrong.

"I serve no one." Yuber growled out, interest depleting dramatically. "Since you're not human, it wouldn't count." He stated, restraining his fiery temper.

How ironic… Luc had the urge to laugh at the demon. His servant was contradicting himself. "Ah but you argue that I am indeed human. That I look, smell, act, have thoughts and a heart. Does that not make me human? Than tell me Yuber. Tell me that you have the guts to oppose your master. Say it to my face; tell me of the people you served before. Tell me that you're not a servant to humans." Luc was smug. Yuber seemed bent on two options. The normally piercing gaze wavering from anger and clouded emotions from loyalty and deceiving.

"I'm…I'm…" The black clothed figure grasped for the words. Finding his control slip away. Silence reigned in the room as Yuber turned his eyes downcast, seething in humility. The nerve of that…THING! Yuber mentally screamed out all his frustration. Chest heaving as he realized he didn't have a comeback. And lost that very challenge Luc demonstrated with a clear, confident, wit.

"I'm...I'm…" Luc mocked, enjoying the demons lost train of thought. Instead he grabbed the kneeling figures collar, yanking him upwards until Luc's arms could wrap around the slender build. "You're a servant to a race you despise. You are a monster that the world has no forgiveness for. You are nothing but an animal I keep to do whatever I say and complete my objections." Luc smugly spoke, enjoying the bittersweet victory spoils. The wind mage didn't bat an eye when he felt something touch his back. It was metal and sharp, pointed. His lips twitched again. He knew Yuber like an open book. So predictable.

"Have you no restraint my dear pet? Or servant? Which would you like to be called? I would assume that in your kind humiliation is the least tolerable act. Then jealousy and pride. Those three factors make up your whole being don't they? If I crushed that, then you wouldn't be anything would you?" The brunette could imagine how mad Yuber could have been at the moment. He had a guess that the demon, should he decide not to serve him loyally, might butcher him. But like him, he also had uses. "Yuber…I thought you much more stubborn than this. Whatever happened to the chaos I see on the battlefield?"

Silence met Luc's ears. It wasn't a pleasant one. Outside in the Le Bucque village the mantors buzzed, often rattling the windows if that picked up enough speed. Wind brushed against the windowsill, often rattling it effortlessly. As if to encourage the conversation to continue. The sky moaned in distress, a howl picking up in the distance in the mountains. Yet inside the room, nothing moved. Only the steady breathing and staged conflict. Growing a tad concerned Luc frowned, testing his limits of persuasion. Lifting his hand again he brushed the golden locks from Yubers face. Staring at the two glowing eyes that locked on Luc's green ones.

The amused smile that had been on the demons had been reduced to a bare restrain of anger. Much like a wolf, an intelligent one that knew when it couldn't win. "Do you have nothing to say?" A blade behind Luc pushed through the fabric, nearly touching the flesh. The tip of the blade pierced the skin, and then wavered as if the person in possession was deciding what was more important. A…thing that was going to help create chaos, or serving loyally and faithfully. Neither, on Yubers agenda, sounded any better. Luc tapped his fingers against Yubers side, rubbing lightly to calm the enraged being down. And slowly, the mage could feel the blade retract. A decision made.

Luc was apparently, allowed to live to see another day.

"Say something to me Yuber…what's going on in that warped mind of yours?" Luc relaxed somewhat, knowing the immediate threat had passed. Now he knew that Yuber was damn near at his mercy. Having been not only proved wrong, but also humiliated, and pride pounded on.

Yubers eyes hadn't changed from their furious look. "I have nothing to say to you." Yuber spat in distaste, eyes burning with venom when his senses finally clicked. Luc was touching him. That thing that was, apparently, not human was touching him. Having enough for one night he rose. But that proved more difficult than he originally thought, either that or something was wrong with him. Was his focus off? Was he so beaten down by a simple conversation that his body wouldn't respond the same?

"Oh I think you do…" Luc purred, leaning close to the demons face, breath hitting the others skins. "I think you're just mad because you lost." Luc simplified, changing the position to something more comfortable. Uncrossing his legs, to allow more support for the demon practically sprawled on his lap. From the waist up. "Am I right my servant?"

"Don't call me that. I told you I serve no one. I am chaos. Chaos reigns over all! I refuse to become anything to be used by you. You disgust me…" Yuber grounded out in a tone many knew he reserved for those ready to die. Often displeased by battle or…other activities.

For a short moment, Luc couldn't help himself and began to laugh. A hallow laugh filled with no joy, no love, nothing. Quieting down he roughly grabbed the demons chin, tilting it up with a strange look slapped on his face. "If I disgust you so much perhaps my servant…. no…you cannot be called that. You're not human. Albert summoned you. So perhaps you're just a pet…a beautiful one…that does every command I say."

Yuber was struck speechless. He had no comeback. It was like his mind just blew and all that remained were itty-bitty pieces of comebacks. His thoughts were disorganized; his body hardly worked in his favor. And he found this Luc…. truth be told, exquisite. He wanted to know more…. but not at his own expense. Luc's cool and smug smirk aggravated his temper but at the same time…

"Oh Yuber…" Luc plucked the demons hat off, tossing it off to the side. Losing himself in the process, his urges demanded something from Yuber. After all its why his demon visited him at night. And often looked out for him especially in battle. "My dear sweet pet…" Luc slipped his gloves off swiftly, tossing them to the side as well. Busying his attention with Yubers hair. Running his fingers through the mass of golden strings.

"You are asking for it…" To hell with loyalty! Hell to chaos! He wasn't going to stand being compared to an animal! "You…" He found his thoughts broken when a delicate soft hand scratched underneath his chin. Rubbing profusely. Oddly enough Yuber responded instantly, moving his head closer, demanding more. Luc grinned, trailing his hand down to the demons jacket, eyeing the buttons critically. Undoing them with hardly contained glee.

"Mmmhmm…me what?" The jacket was pushed gently off the shoulders. And much to Luc's distaste there was another challenge. Another white shirt with more buttons then the jacket. Stupid things!

"Mmm…can't remember…" Luc raised an eyebrow, not bothering to question the demon. Instead he undid all those buttons. If Yuber wore something with buttons underneath the shirt he was going to kill something. Finally undoing the last button he let a bare smile pass over his lips, running a delicate hand over the demons abdomen. For this activity, Luc didn't have to speak. The silence was deafening but oddly enough, it calmed his nerves. Knowing that he had complete control this time.

For how long he didn't know.

Clutching the demon close he slipped off the chair, careful not to drop Yuber. If he did, he cringed at what possibilities could arise. The demon might snap out of the stupor he was in now and quite possibly kill him, turn the tables, or make enough racket that anybody awake on such a gloomy day may become suspicious. Luc pushed Yuber down, straddling the demons waist. His eyes ran over the rather thing but masculine body. Truly Yuber was an odd one. More mysterious and odder than himself at the best of times.

Luc lowered down, feeling hands, vaguely like a cats claw, rake over his back, Tearing at his own shirt. Knowing that as a normal sign he leaned back. Doing a slow job of slipping off his own garments. Grunting at the effort, wondering why he wore so much. Yuber made it easier, the fingers automatically tearing through Luc's jacket, shirt, vest and all. "My, my, my…someone doesn't have patience. And how will I explain this to Sarah…?" Luc made an absent gesture, flinging his clothes to the direction of where the other pile laid. Strewn along the floor to the side of him, near touching the bed.

"Start with…that you had an accident…and you got mobbed and raped…she'd believe it…" The rumbling humor in Yuber's voice took on a new light, arms wrapping around Luc's smaller frame. Luc's smile couldn't falter when he imagined what Sarah would say.

Yubers lips caught his own, the hold become firm and protective. Everything that Luc had thought about vanished in an instant, the kiss turning rougher once Luc responded with equal passion. Like a flame ignited, it burned with an indescribable meaning. The human, mans made creation, allowed his hands to roam across the chest, splaying along the sides and down the demons back. Luc wondered faintly why a demon could look, respond, and act human in the mature times. But be completely the opposite when certain conditions were met.

Luc didn't bat an eye when a pain seared through his left lip. The taste of blood oozing from a small piercing seemed to make him happier. Happier to know that he wasn't completely created. He still had everything a human had. Hormones, the ability to feel pain, the blessing to see, smell, and hear. Luc watched faintly interested when Yuber leaned his head back, licking his moist lips. The telltale remains of drying blood evident on the already red lips. "Delicious…" The mage heard Yuber whisper, before the demon hungrily looked for more. Not just the mouth anymore.

All along the body, rather, what was exposed and allowed. Yuber's tongue ran along the smooth skin, his teeth often puncturing the skin causing small stabs of pain for the wind mage. Luc ignored it; this kind of behavior was a good thing coming from something so enigmatic as Yuber. A being that had no purpose in life but to kill, cause suffering for others, and be a very interesting partner. "Don't get carried away Yuber…" Luc's tone had a hint of humor to it, the pause of the tongue stopping just to hear him. Yuber lifted his head up, gazing smugly at Luc.

"And if I do…?"

'Rebellious demon…' Luc shook his head. "Then I'll blast you out of this room. You'll be in so much pain you wouldn't be able to feel your butt for the next solid week."

"So if its numb isn't that a bad thing? I'll still come here…you're the only decent source of entertainment." Yuber reached up, running delicate gloved fingers through the brunette's hair, parting the brown mass of hair. Before moving his arms around Luc and bringing him flush against his body, tone going devious. "That can be amended too. So how far are you willing to go? You humans are indefinitely fragile…don't even start on that wise talk of yours."

Luc hid his grin well, and shrugged his shoulders. Not giving an answer, strangely enough, Yuber knew how far he would go. And with a yank of sheets from the bed the two engaged in a passionate fondling, and fierce intimacy.

Beside the room where scuffling was un doubtfully heard Albert gritted his teeth, hearing the moans and groans and other unnecessary noises. "Albert…?" a woman's voice aroused his senses to block out the disturbing noises from the wall. Focusing on the rather young girl in his arms. Naked but covered with the sheets around her angelic body. "Is something wrong?" Her blue eyes regarded the red head with a different light than before. What had been a dull bland look was now filled with love and adorning affection for the strategist.

"No… Sarah you're tired. Even I can see that. You should rest." Albert murmured, kissing the skin of the neck. Granted Albert was quite confused not long ago. At first Albert could swear Yuber had been jealous when he found out Albert was sleeping with Sarah. And when the demon barged in during…a private moment, he had seen rather flustered, surprised and…hurt? It had been hard to tell the expression on the demons face. And with a slam of the door Albert assumed, very gravely, that Luc was finally getting what he deserved.

"Albert…don't treat me like a child…" Sarah uttered quietly, nuzzling the others neck affectionately.

Albert's hands held a staggering amount of pale golden hair, eyes softening. "I'm not. You're a beautiful young woman with a lot to offer. I'm just giving you some advice. After all, could you imagine what Luc would do to me if he found out what we were doing?" Soft giggling rose into the air when Sarah laid her head against Albert' chest, closing her eyes.

"I could imagine…."

"Spare me my funeral please…"

And the two continued to rest and sleep peacefully.

"Yuber…"

"Mm…?" Was the rather sluggish response.

"…..Why aren't you with Albert anyway? You never really…clarified that…"

Silence.

For a long moment the only indication of living people was the fall and rise of the white sheets. The demon, hardly clothed saved for his hat, recovered at some point, seemed to think hard about that question. "I don't remember" he finally said, nuzzling Luc's neck with nothing short of devotion and love. Never mind what kind of love.

More awkward silence.

"You really…can't remember?" Luc, still rather breathless from the night activities, panted and struggled to breath and speak at the same time.

"Well…" Yuber hesitated, moving his hat from his head and placing it on Luc's, snickering quietly under his breath. "I believe I came here because Albert was already taken…"

"….."

Yuber raised an eyebrow. Feeling something amiss with his lover, master, whatever it was. His Luc. He really didn't care what he was called back in return. "…?"

"…Albert is already taken?"

"Mmmhmm…"

"By who?" Yuber barely noted how dangerous the wind mage attempted to sound. And grinned, knowing just how much chaos he would cause with one simple word. Ah, knowledge was a bliss! A proud bliss…

"Sarah."

"WHAT?"

Yuber hoped Albert had some sort of medical plan or had a convenient batch of many bandages and maybe a surgeon too. He seemed like he was going to need it…

"ALBERT!"

A/N: Well uh, the point of this story? I don't know. It was dedicated to Nikki because I mad her a huge fan of the pairing. And Albert and Sarah…well that was random and spur of the moment. But I think id enjoy that pairing )

Done a LONG time ago. Like almost a good solid 5 months…