A/N: Yeeesh…this chapter is a little later than every two days, but I'd be damned if I put stuff up with no one reviewing…-pouts- In the future, no review…no chapter….my beta will just get the future story I plan about an alien playing tonsil hockey with Fayt. Tongue of dooooooom! Yes, I do gir impersonations….-slinks off-

Disclaimer: I, the wonderful author of doom, destruction and all that is spastic, has just created a kissing scene. Le gasp. But the strangest thing is it doesn't make me spazz anymore. Behold my creation, a fusion of Albel and Fayt…in liquid form. XDDD Yesh, I own their liquid form, just not the original thing. –grumbles-

"Kneel, Albel," a stern voice commanded.

Young Albel meekly knelt on the floor, eyes fixed on the leader's huge, muscular body; barely able to fit into the business suit he was fond of wearing.

"Albel Nox, I sentence you to the punishment we reserve for assholes and fuck-ups," the leader intoned solemnly.

"I didn't do anything!" Albel protested hotly.

"On your hands and knees!" the leader barked.

Obediently, Albel lowered himself to the ground, looking miserably at the other members gathered around in the shadows, the eyes shining with excitement. Albel's eyes stopped on a short, red-headed boy with freckles, standing near the leader. "Michael, tell them I'm a good person! You know what I'm like."

Michael looked worriedly at the leader, who gave him a proud smile. "You did well to inform us. We'll punish him dearly for what he did to you."

"Traitor!" Albel shrieked. "I didn't do anything to you! Traitor! Liar ! Bastard!"

Albel stopped with a sharp cry as someone aimed a swift kick to his face. "He has a big mouth," the man growled. He chuckled evilly. "I know what we can do to fix that."

"Michael, would you like to go first?" the leader asked gently.

"No, I'll pass," Michael said miserably.

The leader's voice rose. "Boys, see how this insignificant demon has hurt one of our own? Be sure to be extra rough with him."

An appreciative laugh filled the room, and as one, the various members surged towards Albel. Someone roughly yanked down his pants and underwear and it finally dawned on Albel what they were going to do to him.

"No!" he shouted. "Don't! Please, don't! Michael, tell them I didn't do anything! Help me! Don't let them do this to me!"

Michael turned away sadly, unable to look. He plugged his ears against Albel's cries.

Albel's pleading broke off into a yelp as someone kicked him had in the chest. "Shut the fuck up!" a voice growled.

Albel's eyes widened as the pain started. His screams were only met with laughter. His fingers scrabbled desperately on the hard floor for something to hold onto. He thrashed, kicking at anyone in reach.

'Damn it, someone keep this brat still! Get me some duct tape, penis breath!"

Albel hands and legs were generously taped to the floor, but that didn't make him give up. "Stop it, please!" he cried, still struggling.

"Damn it, James! I told you to shut him up! Aren't you ready?"

Albel nearly choked as something entirely unwelcome was being forced into his mouth. "Stay still! A voice roared, and brought a combat boot down hard onto his back with enough force that Albel thought he would break-

"Albel!" a familiar voice shouted. Albel tensed and pulled away from the hands shaking him. Albel finally opened his eyes and began to calm down as he saw Fayt staring back at him worriedly.

"I'm sorry, Albel," Fayt said hesitantly. "But you were crying out in your sleep and you looked so miserable. I couldn't bear it. But it's okay now. It was just a dream."

"Just a dream," Albel repeated hollowly.

"What were you dreaming about anyway?" Fayt asked softly, still seeing the haunted look in Albel's eyes.

"About me being raped," he whispered.

"Well, that was a real event, but you're just dreaming about it now. It wasn't really happening."

Albel looked at Fayt fearfully and unexpectedly clung to Fayt with a whimper. Fayt's heart broke, hearing Albel's anguished sobs, the pain still fresh in his mind as if he had been hurt only minutes before instead of years. It was hard for Fayt to realize that as tough as Albel acted, he was still just as vulnerable as he had been at thirteen.

Albel took deep breath, panting, as the terror faded into exhaustion. He slid off Fayt and slumped back onto the bed, completely worn out by the struggle. Fayt watched anxiously as Albel fell back asleep, silently wishing him happier dreams.

Fayt went into the kitchen and gnawed unhappily at a cheese stick. He had known that Albel would never forget what had happened to him, but Albel had seemed like he could put the horror past him. He was so strong, but yet still tortured by the incident. Fayt continued to eat his cheese in silence, staring morosely at the kitchen floor.

"Hey, Fayt, cheese isn't the best thing for breakfast," Albel muttered.

Fayt jumped and whirled around. He hadn't heard Albel come in. Albel glanced at him curiously, still seeming tired.

Fayt leaped at Albel, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "Oh god, you're alright. You're alright."

Albel was slightly surprised at the way Fayt was holding him as if he was going to disappear at any moment. "Fayt, don't worry so much just because I slept a little bit late. Fayt, what's wit this? Now isn't the time to get all-"

Fayt showed no indication of having heard him. He continued to wrap his arms tighter around Albel as Albel tried to wriggle away. He slowly rocked back and forth.

"Fayt," Albel said irritably, putting more effort into escaping Fayt's embrace. "Fayt….Fayt." The last one came out more as an exasperated growl.

Fayt blinked and embarrassedly separated himself from Albel.

Albel raised an eyebrow. "What's all the fuss about?"

"Well-you were-uh-you see, you were screaming in your sleep" Fayt stammered.

Albel looked thoughtful. "I dreamed I had a nightmare and you were comforting me."

Fayt smiled. "It wasn't a dream."

Albel scowled. "It had to have been."

"Your eyes were open," Fayt said calmly.

Albel's lips curled into a sneer and he shoved Fayt backwards. Startled, Fayt tumbled onto the carpet, landing on his butt. "I'm so pathetic, depending on you for comfort."

"It's okay for you to scream," Fayt said softly. "After all that's happened to you, you deserve to cry."

"Never," Albel said viciously. "I stopped crying at thirteen, after those nightmares stopped."

"Well, they're back," Fayt said uncertainly. 'Maybe the ghosts…"

"I'm a god damn wretch,' Albel growled. "You can't save me from fear. You don't know what it's like."

"Would you like me to feel the same thing you did?" Fayt asked quietly.

Albel frowned, forced to stop his blind rage to think. "No," he snapped. He sat down on Fayt, straddling the other boy's hips, pushing Fayt flat on his back. "I own you, Fayt. I own your body. I own your ass." A suggestive look formed on Albel face.

Fayt looked worried, opened his mouth to protest, but was topped by a finger on his lips. Albel cocked his had to one side, his expression almost tender as he traced Fayt's bottom lip with a fingertip. "It just frustrates me sometimes that we both know I own you, but I don't own you completely. I'll probably never will. I'm not going to force myself on you. I'll wait until you're willing to give yourself up to me. It's just so hard to wait."

Fayt sighed, hating the stressed sound in Albel's voice. "I'll gladly give you everything except my virginity, at least right now. But Ill let you touch me and kiss me as much as you want."

Albel leaned forward and whispered coyly into Fayt's ear. "As much as I want?"

Fayt squirmed slightly, Albel's hot breath making him shiver. "Err…"

Albel looked devious. He shifted slightly atop Fayt's waist, peering down at the boy contemplatively.

Fayt's breath caught and his eyes widened. "D-don't do that!"

"What, this?" Albel shifted again.

"Yes, yes! Stop that!"

Albel pouted. "You said I could touch you."

"I also said I wanted to stay a virgin. Now, don't touch me there again."

Albel sighed heavily. "Not even if it's not with my hands?"

"Still no."

"Not even if you're not naked?"

"For fuck's sake, Albel! No means no!"

Abel grinned in amusement at Fayt's anger. "Then I'll have to touch somewhere else."

Albel leaned forward and gently kissed Fayt, pausing to playfully tug at Fayt's bottom lip with his teeth and nip under Fayt's throat. One hand slowly rubbed Fayt's cheek in a circular motion and the other was cradled under Fayt's neck. Albel licked Fayt's other cheek with a smirk. He moved his hand from Fayt's cheek to Fayt's collarbone. Fayt's eyes fluttered shut and the only assurances Albel had that Fayt was enjoying this were his soft, contented sighs and flushed face.

Albel smiled, seeing how easy it was to please Fayt. A second ago, he had been swearing at him, and now he was happy. Yes, he truly belonged to Albel, belonged with him.

Albel sighed heavily. "Enough for now. We have things to do."

Fayt whimpered as Albel got off him. Albel took pit on the boy and kissed his forehead. "We'll cuddle some more later. Right now, you need a less cheesy breakfast."