A/N:I can't believe this is almost over….ah well, it just means I'll have to
find more scenarios to write about…I can't believe I had enough content for so
many chapters….but that is indeed a good thing.
Disclaimer: Albel and Fayt are not mine….and neither are tinker toys or any
other connecting toy thing…although I do have some of them.
Albel and Fayt ended up eating dinner late, around eight o'clock. Fayt was
already tired and he slumped across the couch as Albel sat close by. It had been
a long day and he fought to keep himself from yawning. Albel noticed Fayt's lack
of energy and asked sympathetically, "Need to go to bed?"
Fayt roused himself and scooted slightly away from Albel. "No, no I'm fine."
Albel frowned. "What's bothering you, Fayt?"
Fayt hesitated. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to sleep in the same
bed."
Albel sighed. "Fayt, we've already been over this. I won't rape you in your
sleep. I might molest you, but never rape you. I know what its like to be raped
and I wouldn't force it on any one else."
"I'm not so much worried about you as I am worried about me. You're just so
close. What if I want it?"
Albel shrugged. "If you're willing, I don't see what the big deal is."
"But I can't," Fayt said desperately. "I promised myself. What if one day you
don't love me anymore and you leave me? I wouldn't be able to stand that."
"Fayt, I won't leave you," Albel protested.
"Please, Albel. You can't let me do anything. You have to stop me."
"Alright," Albel said reluctantly. He got up and paced, determined to one day
marry Fayt.
Fayt stood and leaned against Albel's shoulder tiredly. Albel softened and held
Fayt close. Fayt nestled into Albel's embrace, completely relaxed. Albel rubbed
Fayt's back and his hands slowly slipped lower…
Fayt yelped and pulled away, glaring at Albel. "Don't do that, asshole!"
"Do what?" Albel asked innocently.
Fayt scowled. "I said you could hug me, but I didn't say you could pinch my
ass."
"That counts as hugging," Albel said pleasantly.
"How the hell does that count as hugging?" Fayt demanded.
"Well, hugging doesn't just mean wrapping your arms around someone…like a shirt
hugs a girl's curves or when you go around the curve and you hug the side of the
road. It's more like something around something."
Fayt paled. "That's a pretty wide definition."
"Yup, do you want to try it out?"
Fayt whimpered and backed away from Albel. "Didn't I tell you I didn't want to
be involved in anything?"
"Yes, but you don't have to do anything. I'll just do it."
Fayt tripped as he was backing up and fell onto the couch. Albel's predatory
look alarmed him. "Come on, Albel…please don't." Fayt shielded his face and
cowered for a moment, but Albel didn't attack him and Fayt carefully uncurled
himself.
Albel was now staring at a large crack in a section of the wall, completely
forgetting about Fayt. "Holy shit," he muttered. "This looks bad."
"What is it?" Fayt asked.
"It's a-"
At that moment, a fifteen foot tall T-rex built entirely of K'Nex and Tinker
Toys burst through the spot of the wall, showering dust and chunks of plaster
throughout the wall.
"Run, Fayt!" Albel shouted, shoving Fayt away from the gaping jaws.
Fayt raced down the hallway, Albel following close behind. "Fayt, go get me a
weapon!" Albel yelled.
"Where?" Fayt shouted back, over the roar of the creature.
"On the nightstand, by the bed. I don't care what you get, just get something!
I'll try to distract it."
Fayt raced into the bedroom. Albel had piled the oriental sword, the axe and
various sharp kitchen knives onto the nightstand just in case a creature
attacked.
Fayt grabbed the sword and raced back to help Albel. Albel snatched the sword
and started darting around the t-rex, just out of reach of the powerful jaws. He
rolled to the side to avoid the heavy clawed feet and slashed upwards at the
wires in the legs. The creature bellowed in pain and staggered backwards,
crashing into a wall. Albel pursued it and the dinosaur ran, its thick tail
keeping Albel from getting close. It vanished off into the darkness of the
backyard. Albel sighed heavily and dropped the weapon to his side. "Now we'll
have to be careful in case that thing comes back."
Fayt edged closer to Albel. "You'll protect me. It's just made of toys."
"Hmn. Why don't you go ahead and get into bed and I'll be back in a little bit.
I'm going to look for it."
Fayt crawled into bed and began reading one of his college textbooks. They were
on break for now, but Fayt felt it wouldn't hurt to refresh his memory on the
subject.
Almost a half hour later, Albel stumbled in through the doorway, panting. Fayt
sat up alertly. "Did you find it?"
"No," Albel muttered, tripping over his own feet and stumbling over to the bed.
Fayt frowned. "Are you drunk, Albel?"
"Whatsh the point?" Albel mumbled. "We're all gonna die anywaysh. I need my
i-pod so's I don't hear my death coming. It'll be all painless that way."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Fayt demanded. 'We're not going to die. Just
because a dinosaur is running loose somewhere is no excuse. It's made out of god
damn tinker toys! How could that thing actually kill us? It might pick us up and
drop us, and hurt us from a fall from that height, but on second thought, I
don't know if tinker toys are strong enough to hold our weight. Pull yourself
together, Albel. Start acting like a man. If we die, I don't want you to die as
a coward."
Albel stared at Fayt, his eyes wild and panicked and slightly feverish. "Fayt,
it's all over," he whispered.
"Get a grip," Fayt snapped, violently shaking Albel.
Suddenly Albel grabbed Fayt's wrist and pulled it off his shoulders and pushed
Fayt back. He stopped and stared contemplatively at the floor. "What the hell am
I doing?"
"Panicking," Fayt said crossly.
Albel snorted derisively. "Me? I never panic."
Fayt scowled. "Okay, what's going on? A second ago you were afraid of death and
now you're Mr. Tough guy again."
Albel frowned. "I was chasing the beast and suddenly I saw these ghostly eyes
just staring at me…and I got chills….and then I'm back here with you angry at
me."
Fayt looked sympathetic. He snuggled closer to Albel. "I'm sorry I yelled at
you, but you probably don't remember what I sad because you were possessed by
that ghost or whatever it was that happened."
Albel smiled. "I forgive you, Fayt. I love you so much. How could I ever be
angry with you?"
Fayt sighed. "I know. I really wish I could give myself to you, but I can't
throw away my ideals so easily."
Albel shrugged. "It's okay. That just means you'll have to marry me now. And in
the meantime, you'll fall madly in love with me and worship the ground I walk
on."
Fayt laughed. "You're really full of yourself, Albel. I know how to put you in
your place." Fayt tackled him.
Albel fought back and the two rolled around on the bed until Albel pushed down
with his hands and pinned Fayt to the bed. He quirked an eyebrow at Fayt. "Is
this one of those special occasions?"
Fayt blushed and squirmed slightly under Albel. "Uhh…I-I suppose so."
"Good." Albel gently lowered his lips to Fayt's. Fayt was still blushing and his
face already felt hot.
Albel squinted at him. "Hasn't anybody kissed you before?"
"Yes, but not a man."
"What about your dad?"
"My dad never kissed me on the mouth."
Albel looked lost in thought. "Oh, that's right. My dad's the only one that did
that."
Fayt felt a rush of sympathy for him. He hugged Albel tightly and kissed his
cheek. "You've been through so much."
Albel sighed contentedly. "This is more like it."
Fayt closed his eyes as Albel carefully began kissing him again, slowly, as if
Fayt would at any moment back down. But Fayt was not about to. He relaxed in
blissful contentment. He had finally realized that all along he wasn't afraid of
Albel being gay, he was afraid of being labeled as gay himself, and to face the
suffering Albel had been through. But now with Albel at his side, he didn't care
who saw them anymore. Fayt wrapped his arms around Albel's neck and began
kissing him back. Albel playfully nipped at Fayt's throat and then happily taught
Fayt how to kiss a man.