Chapter 6
"Don't try to fix me
I'm not broken"
A/N: Dedicated to Annabelle, who's a awesome artist and has a wild sense of humor. hugs I hope you like this hun. ;) Amber
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Fayt followed Albel all the way to the chapel. Fayt looked around and was extremely surprised to find it empty. Usually the High Priest was in here. However, there was no holy man there and Fayt felt the room darken with Albel's prominent presence. The water that ran all down the statue of Apris and swirled around it now sounded ominous with Albel standing in front of it. The man practically oozed evil and Fayt wondered if he should make his escape now. Fayt then knew that escape would be futile when Albel turned around with a gaze that would freeze hell.
"Why are you here?" Albel asked, without preamble.
Fayt opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. Why indeed had he come? Fayt had thought that their non-verbal assessment had been enough, but obviously not. Albel stood there, with his searing gaze turning freezing Fayt with blue all over, and still, the teenager had no idea what to say. What was there to say?
Fayt crossed his arms and stared back in thought. He knew that there was something between he and Albel. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was something. Fayt knew that his body seemed to like Albel close but as far as mentally... Shit, why did I come here?
He had been so caught up in thought he almost jumped back when Albel stood right in front of him. He smelled strongly of blueberries...
"Have you grown up, I wonder," Albel said, as he stroked Fayt's cheek with his claw. "You are here and you know the reason."
Fayt wanted to move back but his legs and feet seemed frozen. "W-what do you mean?"
"This." Albel leaned forward and misted his lips over Fayt. The blue haired boy thought he was to be kissed so he leaned forward and kissed Albel.
"See? This is why you here," Albel smirked.
Fayt shuddered and stepped back, albeit shakily, and half-heartedly glared at Albel. He was slightly annoyed at being tricked. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Fire seemed to ignite in red eyes. "Is that so?" Albel said, deathly calm. "It was you who kissed me, was it not?"
Fayt stared at him and felt as though a stone had dropped into his stomach. His strands of thought were becoming randomized and frantic with denials and trivial memories. Albel sure could mind fuck. I wonder if he can f- Fayt's eyes widened in alarm. Where had that come from? Fayt heard Albel chuckle and felt like a fool once again. Anger took the place of his uncertain feelings and anxiety.
Fayt looked at the older man feeling that he started his own demise. He pushed away the anger to try to think clearly. Albel had just only been himself when he had reacted to the blue haired boy. Fayt closed his eyes and let out a shuddered breath. He opened his eyes to see that Albel had backed off from him and was watching him closely.
"I- I don't know what I want," Fayt said truthfully. He fingered the edge of his shorts lifting them briefly. "However, I do know that there's - something - I don't know what, between us." Fayt looked up uneasily to see a calculating expression on Albel's face.
"Hmmm, you have grown up," Albel said, not scathingly. The man crossed his arms considering Fayt. "Maybe you are..."
Are what? Fayt thought, wanting desperately for Albel to finish his sentence. Fayt realized with dawning bewilderment and minor horror, that he wanted Albel. Fayt wasn't sure in what way... Okay, he was sure of something he wanted, but not everything. Fayt knew his body longed to be pressed up against Albel's body. Fayt practically burned every time the red-eyed man was near, like he did now. His chest went all fluttery, his stomach constricted, his heart jumped about, and all blood rushed to both heads making one inept at logical decisions.
"I- I-" Fayt stuttered again, feeling foolish. Feeling every bit like his nineteen years. Feeling like... a kid. Fayt clenched his fists, pulling bravery from the pit of his roiling stomach. Fayt leveled a bold stare on Albel, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise, and defiantly raised his chin.
"I want you," Fayt said firmly, and ignored the immense nauseous feeling and nervous prickling all over his body.
Albel casually returned his gaze, burning; piercing red eyes devoured Fayt in one second. "Is that so?" Albel breathed roughly. He inched ever so slowly toward Fayt, with his towel precariously tied around his thin hips.
Fayt's bravery almost faltered, but he was determined on proving that he was mature and that he was making a very conscious decision. Albel stood in front of him now, and appeared to be growling quietly like an animal in heat. Fayt swallowed nervously as he started to sweat in places that blood rushed to. Fayt licked lips, and that was the last thing he was able to do in a controlled state of mind.
Albel grabbed him and kissed him passionately. Fayt hadn't been caught off guard yet he still was somewhat surprised, and couldn't stop his flailing arms for a few moments. And then Albel slowly inserted his tongue inside Fayt's mouth. Oh god... Fayt thought, as he tried to keep himself from turning into goo. Albel seemed so... experienced. Like he knew all the right places to touch, how rough and sensual to be, and when to tease. Fayt knew the best thing would probably be to give himself completely. Even though some would think him mad, it was the best thing to do in Fayt's mind. After all, he almost didn't know what to do with his arms and hands except flail about or clutch at Albel like some wanton teenager. Fayt was about to settle for the former when Albel shoved him roughly onto the wooden pew behind him.
Fayt almost felt like he was in a dream when a towel clad Albel straddled his lap and began to lick, kiss, and nip at his neck. Fayt was vaguely aware of his increasingly loud moans when Albel ran both his hand and claw up under his shirt to tease his nipples. Nipples that were surprisingly sensitive had made the fourth finger of Fayt's left hand twitch. Repeatedly.
Fayt had moved a shaking hand to the back of Albel's white hair and rubbed his fingers into the warm scalp. Unconsciously, Fayt pressed Albel closer to him. He wanted Albel to be well aquatinted with his collarbone and neck. Then it happened. Albel grinded his bottom against Fayt's erection. Hard. That action made Fayt groan loudly with pleasure, his head thrown back. There was also a twitch in his right leg that made it jump up.
So warm. So tingly. So close. Fayt abandoned all reserves and had his novice hands seek out Albel's flesh. It wasn't smooth, but neither was it rough. It was battle worn, used to the harsh realities of war and changing weather. Fayt adored it. Not because of the interesting texture and feel, but just because it was Albel's. Not to mention absurdly hot and addictive to touch. His fingers moved nimbly over unseen scars, and he felt the slight rise and fall of scars one would probably have to search for. Fayt let his hands roam freely up and down Albel's spine and searching, seeking for Albel's pleasure. Fayt smiled lazily to himself when he felt brief pauses from Albel when his finger grazed Albel's lower back and the back of the older man's neck.
Albel stopped abruptly, and looked Fayt in the eye. The red in the other man's eye were darker, darker than Fayt had ever seen. Lust was so acute in those eyes Fayt's mind went blank for a moment, only focusing on Albel's rapt gaze. Albel pulled his arms from out under Fayt's shirt and grabbed Fayt's face.
"Teasing little pup," Albel misted, across Fayt's lips. "It's not nice to tease," he added, when he pulled Fayt's head roughly back by his hair to leave a most probable permanent passion mark on his throat.
"Mmhh," Fayt sounded, pleased with the proceedings despite how tightly Albel held his hair.
However, the grip slackened when Albel turned Fayt's head slightly to nip at Fayt's soft jaw line. Bliss, bliss... It was with mild anticipation and apprehension that Fayt noticed Albel's towel was not as secure as it was before Albel had straddled him. A patch of dark hair peeked from underneath the towel. When he caught a red flicker out of the corner of his eye, Fayt blushed, all too aware that Albel knew what he was looking at.
Albel pulled away slightly eyes crinkled around the corners in amusement. "Ready?" The fellow swordsman licked his lips.
Fayt stared at Albel's mouth and wondered how could such a mouth stir up passions. Then Fayt looked around. He actually looked around.
"B-But we're in a c-church!" Fayt protested suddenly.
He wasn't a religious person to begin with; he was more of a science-oriented person than anything. But still, doing things like what Albel looked like he had in mind under the ever-watchful gaze of Apris was... Scandalous. If someone should walk in, all hell would break loose. People having sex in such a holy place. Two men having sex in a holy place. Albel the Wicked andthe Embodiment of Destruction having sex in a holy place! It was unheard of! They would be labeled heretics at the very least and Fayt knew enough of Earth's history to know what religious people did to heretics.
Albel looked at him and laughed. He actually laughed! Fayt felt indignation crawl to the surface of his face as Albel laughed in his face. I just can't get a break can I? Fayt rolled his eyes moodily and crossed his arms. Then Albel's laughed died down as smirked at him.
"This is a chapel, not a church," Albel said casually.
Fayt stared at him. "Same difference!" Fayt said outraged. "We can't do it here!"
Albel leaned back slightly eyes in amused slits. "So you want to do it?"
Fayt blushed furiously. "I- Well you- Uh-" he stuttered, to the vast amusement of Albel.
"What is it exactly?" Albel continued, feigning innocence.
Fayt almost choked on air as embarrassment reared its hideous head. "You know!" Fayt gave Albel the Glare of Death.
Albel just laughed again. Fayt supposed it didn't have its desired affect because his hair was tousled and because he had an evident blush in his face.
"Do I now?" Mockingly innocent, Albel looked around.
Fayt hung his head in defeat and Albel tilted it up with his index finger. "Don't be a defeatist," Albel said to him, before the man quickly got up and fixed the towel around his waist. "Let's go."
Fayt barely had time to scramble up to follow the man. Albel walked briskly out and before Fayt left the chapel he thought he saw a flash of red. He stopped and looked around. Probably just seeing things... Fayt turned back and saw Albel just turn down the long hall. Damn, can't ever wait for me.
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Albel was privately fuming inside as he walked to his room with Fayt following him. He had told himself he'd leave the boy alone. He had tried to forget him, but the boy's obvious lust for him was evident and overwhelming. Albel knew Fayt wouldn't pursue any kind of real relationship with him. It was strictly physical. Strictly.
Wishing for more are we? echoed that annoying voice in head. Don't be ridiculous! Albel thought heatedly. He was hot, horny, and not in a particularly subtle mood. Fayt would have to catch on quickly because Albel didn't have time to play Chase the Virgin Around the Room tonight. He growled to himself as he heard Fayt quiet steps behind him.
It had been a while since he had bedded anyone, and Albel supposed it was long past due. A man needed to slake his lust every so often and since Fayt so graciously offered, Albel would snatch it. Albel had to admit that Fayt was attractive with his poison green eyes and blue hair. One of Fayt's most attractive qualities Albel liked was the noise he made. Albel couldn't wait to hear what it sound when Fayt screamed his name when came. That thought made pang of arousal hit him. Hard.
When Albel quickened his pace, Fayt said, "Where are we going?"
Albel ignored him and was glad when his room door loomed into sight. He reached up into the top left corner of the door and pulled open the decorative square on it. His key dropped out and he opened the door. He wondered if Fayt would hesitate to come in and decided if he did, he would just slam the door in his face and handle his lust himself. He didn't have time for little boys.
Much to Albel's relief (which annoyed him), Fayt stepped right in. Albel quickly threw the keys on his nightstand and saw Fayt give the room a look around. It was dimly lit and had black everything in it except for the gray furniture. It was a large canopy bed with silk sheets and pillows. Albel was glad he gotten the room. Most people stayed away from it because it was on a lower floor than most of the rooms. Many of the servents thought ghosts haunted it. A about a hundred years ago a woman killed her philandering husband and his mistress in the room. The swordsman glared around the room. Albel wished some spirits would try to frighten him away.
Albel took his large round glass bottle out his bag, aimed a fire spell inside of it, and quickly capped it. He had gotten the bottle off a dead Gretton soldier years ago. Unmeltable glass. Perfect for cold nights out in the rough and cold rooms. He turned to see Fayt's curious gaze on the large bottle Albel sat on the stone floor.
Albel wasted no time kissing and divulging Fayt of his clothes. Not so much as a protest, or hesitation. Good, when I take him I will no longer lust after him. Albel felt his towel drop when his eyes lighted on his pie. Maybe I shouldn't rush... I could have some fun. He pulled away from the boy and smiled wickedly.
"Don't move," Albel commanded, and wondered if Fayt could follow orders.
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Fayt stood still as Albel commanded, too scared of what should happen if he should move. Albel, still glistening from his bath, walked over to him and kissed him deeply. The textured tongue molested Fayt's softer tongue and left Fayt dazed. However, before he could properly pass out, Albel pulled back, but not before he sucked on Fayt's bottom lip and left it a dark pink color.
Albel stared at him speculatively, and then said, "Do nothing."
Fayt wasn't about to disobey, as Albel dipped his index finger of his whole hand into his blueberry pie. The older man walked in front of him and placed the blueberry substance over both his lips. Albel then put the finger in his mouth.
"Suck," Albel said, in a deep lulling voice.
Fayt didn't think he could become more aroused, but then Albel could always surprise him. The voice had so much sensuality in it and it was just arousing, so Fayt didn't hesitate to comply. Fayt took the finger in his mouth then sucked on it, swirled his tongue around it, and even nibbled on it a bit. The whole time Albel never broke eye contact with him and Fayt knew his cheeks were red from mild embarrassment.
Albel slowly smiled as he took his finger out and seemed pleased with Fayt's actions. Truth be told, Fayt felt pleased with himself that he pleased Albel. The modified gauntlet on Albel's left arm tilted Fayt's head up slightly and Albel leaned forward then took hold of Fayt's bottom lip again with his teeth. The man licked it, sucked it, and kissed his top lip in the most erotic way. Fayt thought his knees would surely buckle, but he remembered the order not to move. It's damn hard though, Fayt thought dazedly.
Albel then returned to the bottom lip and practically feasted on it. By this time, Fayt whimpered frequently, and shamelessly clutched at Albel for support. He whimpered in disappointment when Albel pulled away, with a highly amused expression. However, Fayt was too horny to care.
"That's one of the many ways to use blueberries," Albel said softly, as he looked at the half eaten pie. Then he looked at Fayt. "Would you like know more?"
Fayt stared at him first and then huskily answered, "Yes, more please." What the hell is wrong with me?
Albel said nothing but left out the room momentarily. Fayt stood there and awaited Albel's return. He vaguely heard sounds of shifting metal but was taken with the beauty of the room. How does he always get the nice looking rooms? Fayt snapped out his gaze Albel returned and he noticed Albel's collar was missing and a modified gauntlet on the missing arm. Instead of claws at the end, the metal was rounded out like actual fingers. How considerate, Fayt thought, before being pounced.
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Fayt had his hands fisted the silk sheets beneath him. Not nearly enough air the world, Fayt thought dazedly. He was sticky and hot and had Albel's impossibly scorching mouth on him. Albel nimble fingers played over his chest pinching nipples, grazing sensitive sides. Fayt used all the feelings of pleasure to keep his hips down as Albel licked his blueberry covered navel and every so often gnawed on his pelvis bone. Fayt licked his lips and thought that blueberries would make him blush for the rest of life.
Albel then slid up, biting Fayt everywhere until he was eye level with the teen. Fayt saw Albel scoop up some more pie onto a crust and place it on his lips. Fayt dared not to breathe. Albel covered Fayt's mouth with his, and licked and bit at Fayt's lips. Of course the man would take his time, especially while his cool metal hand inched toward Fayt's groin. Albel had just eaten through all the pie on Fayt's mouth when cold steel wrapped itself around Fayt's erection. I will surely die now. Fayt arched and groaned, which Albel took as an opportunity to put his tongue in Fayt's mouth again.
Fayt grabbed fistfuls of Albel's hair and had his eyes closed tight. That hand down was doing miraculous wonders and Fayt was glad Albel happened to the miracle worker. Then Albel shifted so that he was on his knees between Fayt's legs and bent over him. Fayt felt Albel's hand near his head move but paid it no mind and continued to kiss Albel with ardor. Albel shifted again and this time Fayt felt cool pressed against him down there-
"Uhh!" Fayt gasped suddenly, with his eyes open. Everything was blurry and Fayt saw the outline of Albel's light hair.
The finger moved in a sensual motion, which almost had Fayt rocking with it. Then Fayt felt a burst of 'feel good'. He actually arched this time and buried his face in the crook of Albel's neck. Fayt heard a light chuckle and didn't think when he began to suck on Albel's neck. Fayt satisfactory felt a slow shudder go through Albel and smiled despite everything. The blue haired boy tensed up when a second finger was inserted pretty roughly and grunted.
Fayt's mind reeled. He figured any normal man would be if they were being jerked off, finger fucked, and practically molested with an extremely talented tongue Fayt however didn't stop himself from giving Albel a few passion marks with his mouth. Not too after, another finger entered Fayt stretching him. The teen broke his suction with Albel's neck and breathed raggedly through his nose. Fayt wrapped his arms around Albel when he noticed his arms were trembling.
"Enough of this," Albel growled, and released Fayt completely, sending the boy limply onto his back.
Leaned over him and gave Fayt a quick lick down, everywhere. Fayt whole body seemed to spasm periodically when Albel nipped the inside of his thighs. Fayt dared to open his eyes just in time to see Albel swallow his cock whole. Instant eye rolling, drooling, orgasm. It hit Fayt so hard all he made was a pathetic strangled sound.
Fayt could blurrily make out Albel slowly let the cum drip out his mouth into his hand. Thinking was completely underrated, Fayt reasoned, as he watched Albel lather his own cock in Fayt's fluid. Fayt was dimly aware of Albel's warm fingers entering him again and moving about before being taken out again. Vision finally restored, Fayt could see his doom spelled out in Albel's expression. Albel quickly flipped him over with a smirk.
Albel leaned against Fayt so his head was near Fayt's and his arms overlapped the boy's arms under him. He then positioned himself at Fayt's entrance. Without warning, Albel thrust into him. Fayt screamed in pain and tried to rear up but Albel put his weight on him purposely. After a few seconds, Fayt noted tears slid down his cheeks.
"It..." Fayt sniffled.
Albel thrust in again, deeper, and Fayt made a choked sound.
"Hurts?" Albel chuckled darkly, sounding rough in Fayt's ear.
Fayt didn't trust his voice because he knew it would've broken with pain, so he just nodded.
"No one will hear you scream," Albel whispered, as he began to leisurely thrust into Fayt. "But I can..."
Fayt tried to relax, but Albel didn't exactly give him a vote of confidence. It felt awkward, like an intrusion almost, but Fayt did invite him... It hurt. Fayt started to cry, he wanted to run far away and wished he'd never set foot in Albel's room. Then he felt Albel lurch slightly.
"You're useful after all..." Albel huffed, and that's when Fayt saw Albel's arm tremble.
Albel shifted again, threw one leg over one of Fayt's leg and nudged Fayt's thighs wider with the other leg. Position attainted, Albel thrust into Fayt again, but this time...
"Ooohhhh," Fayt whimpered, sounding alien to his own ears.
Then Albel hit that spot again, repeatedly actually. Fayt had, of course, spazed. Fayt moaned, writhed underneath Albel, who had taken up chewing on his neck again. Soon enough, Fayt found himself hungry for the pleasure Albel dished out and pushed back as much as he could against Albel. Fayt knew he kept moaning Albel's name and how good it felt, but he couldn't stop himself. It just felt so good. Then Albel slowed down and Fayt let out a groan of protest while he pushed back against Albel.
"Does it feel good?" Albel asked amused.
This not the time to play! "Yes!" Fayt answered, and still whimpered while he grinded his ass against Albel.
He heard Albel groan slightly but the man still slowly thrust into him. "What do you want?"
Fayt felt his face heat up even more but abandon his reserves. "I want you fuck me."
Albel stopped. "What?"
"I want you fuck me."
"Who?"
"I want you to fuck me, Albel!"
"Teasing little puppy," Albel growled, as he bit Fayt's earlobe.
Fayt sighed in relief and tried to keep a firm grip on the sheets as Albel fucked him in earnest. Spots floated in Fayt's eyes and he knew soon he would orgasm again. Albel growled something as he slammed into Fayt, bruising Fayt's right arm with a steel grip. Fayt now knew that the tears on his face were from pleasure rather pain, especially when Albel's flesh hand wrapped around his renewed cock. Fayt clenched around Albel's member when he felt his orgasm hit. Fayt was so wrapped up in explosive feelings that when Albel pulled his hair and bit his neck hard enough to draw blood he was too numbed with bliss.
Not nearly enough air in this world, Fayt thought, for the second time that night. He breathed slowly and felt Albel's own breath on the side of his face. The man, after a few moments of much needed oxygen, slid out of Fayt abruptly. Fayt heard the sounds of Albel's movements when he got off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Fayt sat up slowly and winced at the burning sensation in his ass. I'm going to pay for this, aren't I? He looked around and saw tousled sheets, sticky with blueberry pie, cum, and sweat. He smiled stupidly and noted that he was just as tainted as the sheets. He wondered what would happen now. Would Albel become his boyfriend? Even that statement mentally sounded stupid. Fayt shook his head tiredly and winced at the state of his sore body.
He wrapped himself in one of the sheets and went to look in the mirror and flinched at a very deep bite in his neck. Well, guess I'll have to put that collar back on again. His hair was in spikes and had varying shades of red spots all over him. Was he marking me or something, Fayt thought, as he prodded one mark carefully.
"Why are you still here?" came a very cold voice behind him.
Fayt turned around with confusion on his features. "Whaddya mean? I can't-"
"Stay here?" Albel finished, with a very icy look. "Why? We're done."
"B-but I thought..." Fayt trailed off, as he felt his heart contract.
"Thought what? We've both had what each other wanted. What more is there?" Albel dried his hair with a towel and Fayt saw that the dye hadn't been permanent just a wash out. "You don't think this is a relationship of some kind do you?"
Fayt tightened his hold on the sheet to prevent Albel from seeing his fingers tremble. Dread set in the pit of Fayt's stomach. "Well I-"
"Don't make me laugh," Albel said, with a mean expression. "This was purely so I could release my pent up lust. I thought you had grown up, but obviously not." Albel looked over Fayt with distaste. "And you stand there like a virgin maiden who's just been fooled out of her virginity on her wedding night. Get out," he added, with a snort.
Fayt had never felt so used and hurt. He avoided Albel's eyes as he slowly dressed and felt every pang of Albel's 'pent up lust' from his body. The door slammed shut as soon as Fayt had stepped across the threshold. Fayt walked automatically to his room and promised himself he would not cry. He heard some people talking and hurriedly ducked into an alcove. He peeked around the corner to see Cliff talking with that girl Mitzy.
"So you sure you aren't from Klaus?" Cliff asked her.
"Where's that? Is it a country?" Mitzy asked in return, eyebrows quirked in curiosity.
Cliff scratched the back of his head and shook his head. "Never mind." They walked past.
Fayt waited for five minutes to pass before he continued his journey to his room. He was glad to get walking again, his legs had trembled with the effort to remain standing. Fayt finally made it to his room. He slid down the door when he closed it behind him. His body racked with silent sobs, his promise to himself, broken. This time the tears on his cheeks were from the sting of rejection.
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Albel moodily paced the room and felt something that was very alien to him. Guilt. Hurt his feelings? Albel growled and stalked outside the castle and past the city walls. He fought monsters. He wouldn't think about Fayt. Or the sounds he made. Or how his face looked when he left. Crying wasn't he? Or the guilt that ate at him. He wouldn't think about it. Fayt should be happy. He was leaving anyway. With that Sophia girl. And all those other happy maggots. He would want nothing to do with Albel. Not now, eh?
"SHUT UP!" Albel shouted, at the invisible voice, as he clutched his head.
He was going mad.
Because of Fayt Leingod.
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"Playground school bell rings, again
Rain clouds come to play, again
Has no one told you she's not breathing ?
Hello, I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to...Hello...
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me
I'm not broken
Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide...
Don't cry...
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here, all that's left
Of yesterday..."
-Evanescence's "Hello"
A/N: I know this is sad, but it had to be done. I have a plot to uphold. I hope it doesn't bother you too much.
Oh yeah, those asking after the Manga, go to my Deviant Art page linked in my profile and you'll see the links in my journal. :D Until later kiddies. ;)
P.S. Zen, enjoy your blueberries. :P XD Psshhtt! Get out your doodling pencil. :P