-1Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean. Sorry.

Date Posted: March 31, 2006

Author's Note: Ohh, the first author's note. Welcome back old readers and hello to everyone new. This is my very second full length fanfiction. And I know it took me over two weeks, which is more than I allow myself to take, to post this. Heh. Anyway, the pairing is Albel/Fayt with one-sided Luther/Fayt. Luther being the one side, seeing as Fayt is in love with Albel. Enjoy the violence, yaoi, and sexy Albel. Also, sorry about the lateness. I've been spending 6 or 7 hours a day on Kingdom Hearts II. Heh. I waited in line for it.

Chapter One: Stealing Away

Fayt stood in front of the old trailer, letting Albel's thin arms wrap around him, cold rain falling on the boys as they embraced. Albel kissed Fayt's lips roughly, tightening his grip on the boy and pulling him closer. He kissed, Fayt thought, just like he acted. In a rough and possessive way, burning with a passion only Fayt knew he had.

Albel pulled back, though his eyes gave away that he wanted more. "Don't let him get you, damn it." His voice was low and dangerous, the sort of tone he always carried when he was talking about Luther.

Luther. Fayt had to admit, to himself, that he was afraid of Luther. The teenage leader of a sort of local mafia, he was powerful. And what he wanted, more than anything else, was Fayt. Albel won't let him.

"I'll be careful," Fayt answered softly.

Albel nodded, but Fayt knew he wasn't reassured. He's not one to worry. He'll hate Luther more. The older boy brought Fayt out of his thoughts, leaning in and tracing along Fayt's bottom lip with his tongue. Sighing softly, Fayt let Albel press their lips together and kiss him, his tongue caressing Fayt's. He pulled Fayt closer, hands moving down to the boy's hips and lightly brushing the inside of his thigh.

"You better be damn careful," Albel whispered in Fayt's ear, "because I'm not nearly finished with you."

Fayt felt himself blush, though part of him was annoyed he couldn't spend the night with Albel. Come on Fayt, you have to get home. As he nodded and turned to leave, Albel grabbed his arm and spun the boy back around, kissing him again.

"I mean it Fayt." Albel stepped closer to him. "You're mine, not his."

Albel had always been possessive of Fayt, especially when there were rumors about Luther being around. He's just afraid Luther will take me. To Albel, Fayt was his and only his, the only thing he loved, and the idea of Luther having Fayt disgusted him. Not to mention he knows how much I hate Luther.

"If he gets you…" Albel let his voice trail off, staring into Fayt's eyes. "I love you," he whispered, leaning so close Fayt could feel him breathe in and out.

They stood like that for a moment, Fayt staring up at Albel, knowing how hard it was for him to love. The boy's red eyes were fixed on him, unreadable even to Fayt. Albel leaned in and pressed his lips to Fayt, not pulling back for what felt like an eternity. They didn't need any more words. Albel just turned away and walked to the white trailer, throwing open the creaking door and stepping inside, disappearing from view.

Albel had lived alone for as long as Fayt had known him, in his stolen trailer. He had taken it while running from the police at the age of fifteen. He was so young when it happened… Too young to murder anyone. But, still, Albel was a murderer. It had frightened Fayt at first, knowing the boy had killed his own father. Albel refused to say anything about it except that it had happened. It doesn't matter. He's violent, but he won't hurt me…

Fayt turned and walked away, down the empty street. The yellow glow of streetlights shone down in patches on the road, almost making up for the lack of moonlight in the rainy evening. The blue-haired boy stared ahead as he walked, a feeling of fear and paranoia rising in him. I shouldn't be out alone, especially not back here. Luther's people could be out.

He quickened his pace, green eyes darting around for any signs of them. There was nothing- the street was empty but for a stray cat, lying in a corner mewing uncomfortably. Exhaling in relief, he slowed down again. The bright headlights of a car shone at the other end of the street, driving towards him. Fayt stepped aside, looking away from the blinding glare. The car slowed down as it approached him, and Fayt's heart skipped a beat.

Should I run? Is it him? He had only a moment to wonder before the car door was flung open and he felt someone grab his hands and hold them behind his back. Fayt opened his mouth to scream, hoping Albel, or anyone, would hear. A cold hand clamped over his mouth, and he bit at it wildly, filled suddenly with an intense fear. Oh God, he's get me now, and Albel isn't here! It's over, it's over…

"Luther! Let me go!" Fayt's voice was muffled and he struggled against the hands.

"You think I'd really let you go, Fayt?" Luther's voice was smug, satisfied with his catch.

Fayt felt a rope tie around his wrists, not so tight it hurt, but tight enough. He was pushed inside the car, in the front seat next to Luther, who crawled into the driver's seat after him.

"Albel will find you," Fayt told him, his voice shaky.

Luther reached a hand out to cup Fayt's cheek, and the boy froze, too scared to pull away. "Don't you think Albel's had you long enough?" Luther's voice was soft and seductive, and Fayt shivered, wanting to get out, to run away and still being too afraid to move at all. "I won't hurt you," Luther told him, driving off slowly.

Yes you will. Maybe you don't mean to, but Albel… I need him!

They drove off down the dimly lit street, away from Albel. The car turned down another road, and Fayt was holding in all his fear. Luther's voice broke the silence. "You want to stay with him, don't you?"

Fayt looked to Luther, whose dark eyes remained firmly focused on the road ahead of him, not daring to look at Fayt. "Yeah," Fayt answered softly.

Luther gripped the wheel more tightly. "Why him? Fayt, do you really know him?"

The blue-haired boy away, out the window, watching everything fly by. Do I really know him? I know he keeps secrets, even from me…

"Nobody does," Fayt answered calmly.

"You shouldn't do this. Fayt, you don't know what he's done. He's not for you." Luther turned to Fayt, their eyes locking.

"I love him," Fayt answered softly.

There was silence, and Luther sped the car up, flying down the streets of a neighborhood Fayt didn't recognize. Fear was pulsing through him, stopping him from fighting back.

The car finally pulled up to a decent-sized house, made of bricks in varying shades of red. Luther stopped the car and dragged Fayt out, leading him to the tall, oak doors. Fayt stared up at the tall entrance, and Luther unlocked the door, letting it swing open.

Fayt stepped inside, figuring he had no choice. The interior was plain, and several voices could be heard in the distance. This must be where his favorites live. Albel had once mentioned that it was rumored Luther and those he trusted lived in an ordinary house somewhere, making it impossible to uncover their location. A large window by the door, Fayt noted, had a thick, black cloth over it, making it appear as though the light was turned off.

Luther shut the door behind them, bolting it tightly. Fayt fought to look unafraid as Luther turned to him, dark eyes staring at him. "You will be kept in the house. You can go anywhere in the house- you're more a guest than a prisoner. The yard is free, too." He gestured towards a back door, visible beyond the long hallway they had just entered.

"Yeah, a guest. It's not like I want to be here." Fayt's voice was sarcastic and annoyed. He was frightened underneath, but wouldn't Luther let him live? He does say he loves me after all…

The blonde-haired boy shook his head and sighed. "You'll like it here."

"Like it! You stole me away from Albel!" Fayt's eyes met Luther's defiantly, daring him to deny what he had done.

Luther sighed again. "It had to be done. Do you think he can protect you? I have power, Fayt. I'm not about to let you be in his care. Albel is powerless." The very way he said Albel's name made Fayt sick. Like it was something disgusting, undesirable.

"B-but I loved…" Fayt's voice trailed off as Luther wrapped his arms around the boy.

"This is what's best for you." Luther's voice was soft and sincere, whispering in Fayt's ear.

"No. He is what's best for me. Albel's strong, he's all I need." Fayt struggled to escape Luther's arms.

I shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be doing this, I belong with Albel! He will rescue me, he won't leave me stranded in this place! Luther slowly released Fayt, an unreadable look in his eyes.

"Fayt… even if you hate me, just know that I love you. I'm doing what's best for you. Albel… he's strong, but he's alone. He can't keep you safe. You need more people in a place like this."

Fayt looked away, avoiding Luther's eyes. No, this is wrong. He doesn't understand. Albel does keep me safe. Luther's voice broke the silence. "You look tired. Come on." He yanked a knife out of his pocket, and Fayt took a step backwards, stumbling slightly. "I'm just going to cut the ropes. Nothing else."

Luther's voice was calm, and Fayt stood still, letting the other boy stand behind him, uncomfortably close. He could feel Luther's breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Slowly, Luther reached around him and sawed away the ropes around his wrists. Fayt's breathing was shallow, and his heart raced with fear at Luther's closeness. After what felt like forever, Luther let go, and the frayed roped fell down to the ground.

Fayt looked down at his wrists, and found them mostly unmarked by the rope. Luther stood behind him for another moment, his hands holding Fayt's. "You'll realize one day," he whispered in Fayt's ear, "How things should be."

Fayt froze as Luther leaned in, kissing his neck lightly. He pulled away, stepping back from Fayt, one of his hands still on Fayt's wrist. Oh God, what's he going to do with me here? He just brought me here to be his whore…

Luther led Fayt down the long, wide hallway they stood in, which ended in a stair case. He didn't pay attention to where they were going, though they did walk past two tall women, who glanced at Fayt before smiling at each other knowingly.

The two reached Luther's room, and Fayt found himself wishing he were somewhere else, in Albel's arms. I won't be here long, Albel will come for me. Just this one night, maybe the next, and I'll be out of here.

Luther smiled at Fayt and whispered, "Don't worry. I'm not like that." Blushing, Fayt looked down at the floor, wanting Albel there more then ever. Luther leaned in, his mouth nearly touching Fayt's ear, and added, "I can wait a little longer if I need to." His hands slid down to Fayt's hips, and the boy tensed. "That is, if you want to wait."

Fayt tried to back away, but Luther wouldn't let go. Before he knew what was happening, Luther was kissing him. His kiss was oddly like Albel's, but unfamiliar. They both had a sort of roughness, a natural possessiveness. Luther broke away, his eyes filled with lust.

That was when the fear faded away a little and Fayt could react. He yanked Luther's hands off his hips, stumbling backwards. "No!" he yelled, shaking his head fiercely. "I'm only Albel's, not yours!"

Luther closed his eyes, sighing. "I know, Fayt. I'll give you time."

I don't need time, I need to get out of here. Albel will figure it out, he's smart. He'll come for me tomorrow, I know it.

As the sun rose higher, revealing a clear blue sky, Albel had already been awake for hours, pacing back and forth. "God damn it, Fayt! Where the hell are you?" he muttered to himself. Albel had already walked down to his house and found no one there but his sleeping mother. Hoping the boy would come find Albel, he had gone back home to wait.

Luther took him. There's no way Fayt would just disappear on a Saturday. Albel stopped his pacing, looking at the door. I have to get him back. Who knows what Luther's doing to him… No, I'm not going to worry about him, I don't do that. Albel sighed. Damn it, I've gone too far loving him. I should have known better than to get involved with someone Luther was after.

Albel shook his head. What does it matter anymore? I love Fayt, I can't stop that now… And Luther's probably forced him into all sorts of things by now…

The thought of Luther forcing Fayt to do anything set off Albel's anger, and he welcomed the feeling. He won't get away with this. Albel threw open the door and set off down the long road. There were few people scattered along the street, all of which Albel stopped to threaten, trying to get any information he could about where Luther might have taken Fayt.

It wasn't until noon that Albel, now annoyed and angry, found out anything. He had a frightened young brown-haired girl pinned against the back of a restaurant in an empty alley, muttering threats to her. She was silent, her amber eyes filled with tears. Her silence seemed, to Albel, to mean she must know something. He was about to give up and move on, when the girl spoke.

"My dad knows Luther," the girl said in a small voice. "Sometimes Dad goes to a big house to see him." She sniffled, and a tear ran down her cheek.

Albel snarled at her, and the girl only looked more afraid. "You know the way to this house?" His voice was low and threatening, though his heart was beating faster, and he was already ready to kill.

The girl hesitated for a moment, and Albel wrapped one hand around her throat. "Yes! I know where!"

Albel smirked in delight and dropped the hand. "Then lead the way."

She looked down. "It's really far. Dad drives there."

Damn it, I should have figured Luther wouldn't keep his favorites down here. The girl's father is probably high ranking if he's even been to the house. I need to get there quickly… Albel sighed and looked up at the bright sky. The bastard's probably all over Fayt by now anyway. He'll just have to hang in there a little longer.

"Well, we're going to walk," he answered sharply, glaring at the girl, daring her to challenge him. Fear reflected in the girl's light eyes, and she nodded shakily.

The sun sunk lower in the sky as the two walked, down empty streets and beside speeding highways. Albel never once thought about how tired he was, or how he hadn't eaten all day. There was only one thing on his mind, as they turned into the neighborhood the girl said Luther lived in. Fayt.

Author's Note: Mm hmm. Hope you like it so far. Review. Next chapter should get things started, but you could probably tell that from, um, Albel being really pissed off. Heh. He's sexy when he's pissed off.