Disclaimer: I own some cool stuff. Or rather, some junk I think is cool so I hung it on my wall. This includes the shiny, shiny cardboard box that was with my Star Ocean game. Yes, a shiny box. But I don't own Star Ocean, just the game. What the fuck Tolanya, that makes no sense. I know, but I say it when I give you more chapters.

Date Posted: April 17, 2006

Author's Note: I'm back. I feel like the notes for my last chapter were lame. So was my summary. So I changed it. It still sucks, but it doesn't reek of lameness like before. Anyway, you're probably here to read the chapter and not my rambling, but I'm rambling anyway. So my grandma is over again. For all of you who read Lethal Triangle, you know this means slower updates. BUT NOT THIS TIME! I have obtained a laptop, and will lock myself in my room and write (or play Kingdom Hearts II…). I have conquered the grandma. But not the going to church while she's here. :

Chapter 2: The Price of Revenge

By the time Albel reached the doors of Luther's house, the sky was pitch black, dotted with stars. "You're sure it's this one?" he asked, turning to the girl who had led him there.

She nodded. "Can I go now?"

Albel looked up at the tall front doors. "Sure, go." He answered her absently. The girl took off running down the street, her footsteps fading into the distance.

This is it. Luther's got him here… And here I am, about to go in unarmed. Damn it, this is stupid. But it's for Fayt. I need to get him out. Albel exhaled slowly, knowing he had to do this.

He reached down and picked up a rock from the small yard in front of Luther's house. He threw it at one of the dark windows next to the door, and the glass shattered, a dark blanket falling through to reveal that the interior was dimly lit. Pathetic.

Albel ran to the window, climbing up the bricks below it, leaping into the house. He landed on his feet, looking around for any signs of life. There were running footsteps, and a young man with long, brown hair came running down the long hallway, dark blue eyes locked on Albel.

Albel leapt to the side as the man charged at him. The brown-haired man swiftly spun around, throwing a punch at Albel. His fist collided with Albel's right shoulder, and the boy stumbled back. The older man smirked and his fist came flying again, but this time Albel ducked and tackled the man neatly, punching him swiftly in the head. The man fell unconscious and Albel leapt up, looking around for anyone else. No one came.

Smirking to himself, Albel started out down the hallway, listening for Fayt's voice. He was halfway to a tall staircase, when a boy about his age rushed at him. With one swift kick to the back of his legs, Albel knocked him down. The boy tried to stand up again, but Albel held him down with one foot, pushing on his lungs until he passed out. Kicking the body aside, Albel continued to the staircase.

He was on the second floor in another hallway when he heard Fayt's voice cry out in surprise. Fayt! Albel turned a corner and ran to the room the noise was coming from. He threw open the door, running in.

Fayt was in the middle of the room, his eyes wide and his hair messy. Luther stood in front of him, one hand on Fayt's hip, the other under his shirt. "Get the hell away from him," Albel commanded in a low voice, his eyes blazing with anger.

A smile spread over Fayt's face. "Albel! You came!"

Albel nodded. "He's going to pay."

Luther laughed. "Albel Nox… I'm impressed. You actually found this place." With one swift movement, Luther pulled away from Fayt and ran at Albel, tackling him.

Both boys fought viciously, fueled by anger and jealousy and hatred. Albel was winning, and he had Luther pinned to the floor, the back of his head bleeding from being hit into the corner of a wall. Just as Albel was about to slam Luther into the floor again, to knock him out, four others came running out.

Two of them were tall, well-built women, the third was a muscular dark-skinned man, and the last a blonde teenaged boy. The four wasted no time in attacking Albel from all sides, breaking his grip on Luther. He could see nothing but people around him, feeling the pain of their kicks and punches. He fought back desperately, managing to kick aside the blonde boy, but it was a battle he couldn't win.

Albel's vision was starting to fade away, and he was hurting badly, but still fighting. Finally, one of the women yelled for the others to get back, and was able to hold him down firmly. With an ease that suggested good training, she turned him over and produced a pair of handcuffs, locking them firmly onto his wrists behind his back. The cold metal dug into Albel's skin, but he refused to cry out.

Albel's breath was uneven and shaky as he lay on the floor, surrounded by a smug Luther and his followers. A look of defiance still burned in his eyes, refusing to be beaten.

"Get up," Luther commanded sharply.

Albel refused to obey, unsure if he was even able to stand. Luther rolled his eyes and pulled Albel up off the ground roughly, tugging on his arms.

"You shouldn't have come here, Albel. You knew you couldn't kill all of us, didn't you?" Luther's voice had a mocking undertone, letting Albel know he was defeated.

"I came here to get Fayt," Albel answered, staring boldly into Luther's eyes. The rivalry between them rang through the air, tension mounting as they spoke. Slowly, Luther dropped Albel's arms, letting him stand on his own.

Red eyes glanced at Fayt. The boy was standing where Luther had left him, trembling and watching closely. Albel managed to give him a reassuring smirk before Luther's voice cut in.

"Kill him."

No, it can't end like this!

The blonde boy nodded and hurried off to another room for a moment, returning with a black handgun. Luther took the gun out of his hands and pointed it at Albel.

In the moment before Luther had time to fire, there was a scream at the other end of the room. Fayt ran to Albel, throwing his arms around his lover.

"I won't let you kill him!" Fayt yelled at Luther, his voice surprisingly strong.

Luther sighed and lowered the gun. "Fayt, stay out of this. If I don't kill him, he'll take you away."

Albel wanted desperately to be free from the iron around his wrists, to be able to fight and save Fayt. Leave it up to Fayt. If he'll just stand there and look cute, maybe Luther will agree to let me go.

"Please," Fayt pleaded, his eyes watering as he stared up at Luther, arms still firmly around Albel.

It was then, with Fayt holding him and trying desperately to save his life, that Albel knew, without a doubt, he loved Fayt. He cares. He needs me as much as I need him. He would live and die for me. I won't let Luther rip us apart. In that moment he could feel the thin wall between them crumble, and he knew Fayt felt it, too.

"Fayt," Albel whispered, so softly he was sure only Fayt could hear exactly what he was saying. "I don't think you ever knew how much I love you. I don't even think I knew until now."

A tear fell from Fayt's eye, and he held onto Albel tighter. "I don't think either of us realized what we'd gotten into until now," he whispered back.

"If we make it out of here alive, we're getting out of this town. I promise." Albel kissed Fayt's forehead softly, surprised he even had that kind of gentleness in him. It's just the way Fayt is… he's changing everything about me. Damn it, if I let him die now…

For a moment they sat like that, letting everything soak in. I'm going to die here for him, if that's what it takes. But first, he needs to get out of here.

The long silence was broken by Luther. "Get Fayt off Albel so I can kill him!"

The darker man obeyed, pulling Fayt away from Albel. The two boys shared another moment of eye contact, and Fayt smiled knowingly at Albel. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he was dragged away.

As soon as the man loosened his grip on Fayt, the boy pushed himself free. With a look of certainty on his face, Fayt walked to Luther and stood close to the boy for a moment before leaning in and kissing him.

What the hell is he doing! Fayt can't turn to Luther now, but the way he's kissing him…

The two broke apart, and Albel noted the way Fayt was pressing himself against Luther. He's trying to seduce him into letting me go! Fayt, you idiot, it's not worth it.

The whole room watched as Fayt leaned in to Luther, their lips almost touching, and said softly, "Let him go, Luther. You can have me, I'll let you have me if you let Albel live."

Albel yelled out before Luther had a chance to answer. "No! Fayt, you don't have to do this!"

Fayt turned to Albel, still standing close to Luther, and gave him a small smile Luther didn't see. "Albel, do you want to die here?"

Albel stared back at Fayt, not knowing what to say, wanting so badly just to take him back from Luther. When he finally found his voice, it was angry. "I would rather die here then let him have you."

Fayt looked down, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "I'm sorry, Albel."

Luther spoke up at last. "Fayt, are you sure?"

Emerald eyes were fixed on Albel as Fayt answered. "Yeah." He spun away from Albel, turning to face Luther. "I'll be perfectly willing," he answered with a mischievous smirk, running a hand up and down Luther's right thigh.

The anger that had been growing inside of Albel turned suddenly into jealousy. He knew Fayt was only faking it, and that he had been with Fayt countless times, but the only thing he could focus on was that Luther was the one Fayt was touching, not him. Albel gritted his teeth together and looked away from the two.

Luther looked up at Albel and smirked at him. "Jealous?" He laughed dryly. "You know how long I've wanted you to be jealous of me for, don't you?"

Their eyes locked, the tension that passed between them running through the air like electricity. "I'm going to destroy you, Luther."

For a moment, no one spoke. Fayt's voice cut through the air. "Let him go, Luther."

Albel felt a brief sense of victory, Fayt was doing everything he could to save his life, but it was conquered by jealousy again as Luther pulled Fayt closer to him.

"I'll let him leave here with his life at least." Luther smirked at Albel, running his hands through Fayt's hair. "Only because of you, though."

"You're actually going to do it, Luther?" Albel looked up into Luther's dark eyes, and knew he should have expected it.

"Albel, you fool. Do you think I would turn down Fayt?" Luther laughed.

Albel tore his gaze away from Luther, looking to Fayt. He hates Luther. He hates Luther, and he's going to let Luther fuck him anyway. I can't let him stay here and be Luther's whore. I'm going to come back here, and I'm going to save him.

Crimson eyes stared at Fayt, who turned his head to stare back. "Don't do it. Please, Fayt, don't do it."

Fayt shook his head. "Get out of here alive."

They stared at each other, and Albel understood. It's to save me. He cares, more than he should.

"Fayt, not for me. It's not worth it."

"Just go, Albel." Fayt answered, turning back to Luther, as if he couldn't look Albel in the eye anymore.

I'll go then. But I'm coming back for him.

Albel nodded. "I'll go."

One of the two women stepped up to Albel and grabbed him roughly by the arm, leading him away from Luther and Fayt. The others followed, looking somewhat wary of Albel. As they walked out, he could hear Luther moaning, until the door slammed shut. I will be back. Sooner than he expects.

Fayt

The sun rose the next morning to Fayt lying in Luther's bed, naked. Luther himself was still asleep, one arm resting on Fayt's waist. Fayt was laying on his side, one leg slung over Luther's hips. Albel… Fayt closed his eyes and sighed. It was for him. Still, Fayt couldn't shake off the dirty, guilty feeling weighing him down.

I'll get back to him. I love him. And as soon as I do, I'm going to let him fuck me all he wants. Fayt smiled sadly. After all, I can't claim to have any sort of morals after this.

Luther stirred slightly, and opened his eyes. He smiled slightly at Fayt, who knew instantly he wanted more, and rubbed his leg against Luther's encouragingly. I'll give him all he wants if it means Albel's going to be ok. After all, I gave him so much last night, it doesn't matter now.

The two boys had been up at least half the night. Fayt was sore in ways he didn't know were possible. His back hurt, and he faintly remembered sitting on Luther's lap, bending back to suck on his neck. Fayt had given him everything he wanted, no matter how much he wished it were Albel and not Luther he was with. Luther hadn't been rough, not as rough as Albel could be when he wanted to, but Fayt would have let him do anything.

Luther's hand was moving down Fayt's stomach now, his black eyes clouded with lust. Give it to him. Keep Albel safe.

Luther stopped as his hand reached Fayt's waistline. "Fayt," he whispered. "Was Albel your first?"

Fayt leaned forward, pressing himself against Luther, hoping he would forget about Albel. "Yeah," he whispered back, his mouth nearly touching Luther's ear.

Fayt could hear Luther breathing more heavily as he asked, "So I'm the only other?"

He didn't answer at first, leaning in to suck on the skin below Luther's ear. He didn't want to admit that no one else besides Luther would ever be able to take him away from Albel, because that gave Luther something. But he can only take me away because he has enough power to kill Albel. Fayt pulled his mouth away. "The only other."

Luther seemed to consider it for a moment. "So he taught you everything you know?"

"Yeah." Fayt looked at Luther for another moment. "But I don't think I showed you everything I know," he whispered.

Luther smirked and rolled on top of Fayt, kissing him fiercely.

Albel

By noon, Albel was as restless as he had been the morning before. This time he lay under a bridge just outside Luther's neighborhood, staring up at the cement, listening to cars speeding above him. Next to him lay a knife with nicks in the blade, though its point was still sharp.

Looking out to the sky, Albel nodded to himself. "I'm coming to get you, Fayt," he whispered.

Albel grabbed the knife and rose, setting out for Luther's house. If this doesn't work, Fayt will be stuck there. And after all that… Albel couldn't deny that something had happened back there at Luther's house. The part of himself Albel had been holding back, keeping safe, had been surrendered. There's no way I'm leaving him alone there now. Maybe before, but not now.

Albel frowned slightly at this thought. I shouldn't let myself do this, but Fayt… And Luther, of all people to kidnap him. Albel gripped the knife more tightly and walked faster. This is the last time Luther even gets near him.

Author's Note: Ohh, scary Albel. With his scary knife. And no, you don't have to feel sympathetic of Luther. Did I give that impression? You can if you want to, but feel free to throw popcorn at your computer screen every time he shows up. I encourage the throwing of popcorn, it's good fun. So is REVIEWING.