Title: Sweetness
Chapter 1: I Scream
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean.
Warnings: OOCness, mindless plot, lime/lemon eventually etc. etc. whatever my (twisted) mind can come up with.
A/N: What can I really say about this thing? I never meant to take it seriously, I just wanted to write something short and fluffy to take my mind off of the other lengthy one...heh, mission accomplished XD -sigh- But now I fear another multi-chaptered story is in the works.
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Albel the Wicked strolled through the streets of Peterny without a care in the world. He had left the rest of the maggots behind as they shopped and haggled for weapons and supplies so that he could get a moment's peace from their incessant gibbering. Not only was he free from the others, but Albel had made a savvy purchase of his own.
Ice cream bars.
For only a mere 150 fol he had snatched a box of four. The merchant had offered to bag them, but he had wisely declined. The box fit comfortably in the crook of his metal arm and Albel was currently helping himself to his first of four treats. They all belonged to him, and he would single-handedly devour each and every one that very day. It wasn't just greed which drove him to it though. There were no such things as "refrigerators" on Elicoor, and his ice cream was melting. In fact it was very likely that by the time he reached the last one there would be nothing left but a sticky puddle.
"Albel!" Hearing his name, Albel turned around just in time to see Fayt trotting happily toward him.
"What?" he grumbled impatiently. It was true that of all the maggots he had been forced travel with, Fayt was perhaps the least annoying and most fun to toy with, but at the moment he was in no mood to play with anyone.
"Can I have one?" Fayt asked sweetly, his mouth watering as he stared at the trail of ice cream dripping suggestively from Albel's mouth.
"Get your own, maggot."
"But you have a whole box full!" Fayt argued. "You can spare one, can't you?"
Albel peered into his box of delectable dairy delights and then back at Fayt. "No." Opening his mouth wide, Albel crammed the rest of the current bar down his throat, clamped his teeth down on the stick, and withdrew it, leaving no trace of the ice cream which had been there only seconds ago. The Wicked One smiled, licked his lips, and flung the used stick at Fayt's head.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Fayt proclaimed with a scowl as he rubbed the spot where he had been hit.
Albel frowned at the angry tone and he glared at Fayt. Holding out his box for Fayt to see, Albel spoke to the boy in a slow and measured voice. "These. Are. Mine. Not yours. Mine. Remember that, worm."
"I thought I was yours! Why don't you EAT ME, Albel!"
"Do you taste good?" Albel asked with a sneer.
"No one's ever complained!" Fayt retorted without thinking.
Albel stared at the younger man for a moment, as if calculating his reply. When his eyes narrowed into strawberry slits, Fayt realized he was in trouble. Perhaps he could have some fun after all . . . Albel glided to Fayt's side and quickly grabbed his hand. His mouth lowered on a finger and Albel sucked, long and deep.
"Albel, what are you–?" Fayt squirmed uncomfortably as the older man's tongue ran over his digits, completely surprised by how . . . pleasing . . . the sensation was.
"I can't taste you, Fayt," Albel murmured seductively, his voice low and predatory. "Perhaps I must go deeper . . . "
In one swift movement, Albel had Fayt pinned against the stone wall of nearby building. Without letting go of his chilly treasure, Albel closed in on a now wriggling Fayt, and assaulted the boy's quivering lips. Albel began biting, bruising, taking from him any sense of prudence, and Fayt unexpectedly joined him, as if the boy had been waiting for something similar to happen for a long time. Albel brought with him the taste of vanilla, berries and a whiff of chocolate. All were sweet. The obsessive warrior tasted like sugar, and his tongue melted in Fayt's mouth. He's like an m&m . . . Melts in your mouth, not in your . . . hands . . . He was then treated to the mental image of Albel in his hands, melting under his touch, and Fayt couldn't stop himself from grinning broadly.
"What are you smiling about?" Albel asked suddenly after noticing that Fayt had stopped reciprocating.
Fayt coloured slightly and lowered his eyes. "N-nothing." He couldn't admit that what Albel had done to him was making his body overheat, stirring up new thoughts and feelings which were being acted out in the worst way possible for the abashed Fayt. He was getting hard, much quicker than he had ever thought was possible. The growth in his groin ached for Albel, and no one else. All I wanted was some ice cream . . . How could this happen? And with Albel of all people . . .
"Oh?" The Wicked One cracked a grin of his own, though it was significantly more devious than Fayt could ever hope to achieve. The older man moved closer and rubbed his thin hips up against Fayt, the contact sending an unexpected thrill of arousal through the boy's inexperienced body. There was only one way he could possibly react to such a thing, and it didn't go unnoticed by Albel.
"That doesn't feel like 'nothing', now does it?" Albel purred as he brushed against the embarrassing bulge in Fayt's pants. "This could prove to be quite entertaining . . . " As he finished speaking, Albel began to move his hips rhythmically against Fayt, agitating his already unbearable erection, which caused the younger man to whimper slightly. Small, gentle thrusts encouraged the feelings Fayt was trying desperately to suppress, and his body acted with a will of its own, his cock swelling in response to Albel's increasingly rough stimulation.
"Do you want me, worm?" Albel whispered breathlessly in the younger man's ear. "Everyone does, you know." But there was no one he actually wanted for himself, although Fayt was quickly moving up the waiting list. Albel, seemingly in control, could not stifle his own reactions. His teasing of Fayt was starting to become mutually arousing. How fortunate . . .
"I'm just . . . here for the . . . ice . . . cream . . ." Fayt replied through gritted teeth without batting an eye. Damned if he'd ever give Albel that kind of satisfaction.
"Oh really now . . . ?" Albel lapped at the younger man's rapidly pulsing throat, dragging a moist tongue up from Fayt's collarbone to massage his tender neck. "Well, what would you do for a Klondike bar?"
If his mind hadn't been so preoccupied, Fayt might have wondered about that last comment, but Albel's knowledge of off-world desserts was the least of his worries. Only one thoroughly embarrassing thought continued to play through his mind. Albel Nox, the so-called Wicked One, famous throughout Aquaria for kicking puppies and drowning kittens . . . was dry humping him. In public. Not just anywhere either, but in Peterny's very busy town square. And people were beginning to stare.
"A-Albel, stop it . . ." Fayt groaned desperately, his hands pressed against Albel's chest, trying half-heartedly to push the older man away. "We've got an audience!"
Fayt's panicked eyes skimmed the crowd of people who only moments ago had been happily going about their business. At the sight of two men who were obviously enjoying each others company a little too much to be tasteful, mothers shrieked and clutched their young ones tightly, covering their eyes in a feeble attempt to shelter them from the irreparable emotional trauma. Old men shook their heads, wondering what the world had come to. And somewhere far, far away, many shocked onlookers, and some very happy perverted voyeurs, watched the proceedings on the Eternal Sphere display, which just happened to be tuned into Elicoor for the day's nonstop programming.
Albel discreetly moved his body to protect his prey from the prying eyes and gawking stares of the town populace. He placed his lips on Fayt's for a brief kiss before asking, "is this better, fool?"
"What! No! They can still see us!"
Frustration sent waves of rage throughout Albel's slender body and a low hiss of displeasure escaped him. "Are you always this difficult, maggot? Why does it matter if they see this? Are you ashamed of me? Of us?"
Oh for the love of Apris . . . "If you hadn't realized it yet, there is no 'us'. You're just punishing me because I wanted you to share something. I didn't ask for a friendly molestation, Albel. I asked for some ice cream . . . "
Deep crimson eyes filled with utter innocence and Albel gave him a hurt look, which was something Fayt could never have imagined. He could almost sense the universe imploding as Albel's face twisted into a veritable pout. Surely it was a Kodak moment suitable for blackmail purposes, but it was just his luck that the bloody planet didn't have cameras.
"So you're just using me for my things? That's quite shallow. I thought you were better than that, Fayt."
"You can't be serious." Fayt looked at him quizzically.
With a wicked grin, Albel forcibly snatched his lips once again, smothering him with lust, and cursing the boy with an eternity of desire for that very sensation of the Brigade Captain's lips pressed against his own. Albel ensured that Fayt had been silenced with heated passion before breaking away to explain himself.
"You're right. I'm not serious. But I've learned a valuable lesson." Albel caressed Fayt's cheek gently, running calloused fingers over the boy's spreading embarrassed blush, and leaned closer. "You really are a fool, aren't you?" he sighed, almost wistfully. "So naive. It's rather amusing actually. Do you believe everything you hear? Or just the things I tell you?"
The fact of the matter was that all of Fayt's little denials were becoming frustrating, and Albel was growing impatient. Before the boy could complain yet again, Albel raked his hand down Fayt's chest, continuing down that slight body until he had reached his waistband. With deft fingers, Albel unbuttoned the top, and began to work conspicuously at Fayt's zipper. If Fayt even thought of complaining, he would soon become very intimate with Albel's left hand. Given the choices it was easy to see which was more favourable.
Once passed the boy's pitiful defenses, Albel grasped at his erection, coiling slender fingers around him, and taking a solid hold of Fayt's hardened cock. "You're lewd, Fayt. You want this too, don't deny it . . ." Albel ran a firm thumb over the tip, and his hand came away wet. Fayt gasped and shuddered under his intimate touch, but held his ground, eyes filled with stubborn lust.
"You're easily excitable," Albel smiled at him, his expression a mix of amusement and slight affection. "We could go further . . . if you'd like . . ." The smile morphed into a sultry pant as Albel's hand started moving slowly up and down the boy's length, subtly yet masterfully coaxing Fayt to climax.
A tortured moan in his ear, along with the gently pressing of lips on his neck told him all he needed to know. Fayt was willing, and he was more than able. "Gods . . . Albel . . ." The boy whimpered against his skin, the noise sending tremors of need throughout his body. His breath hitched, heart forgetting to beat as he was confronted with the powerful, and still unfamiliar feeling of longing for another man. Did Fayt even realize the power he held? One little well-timed groan and he could make Albel the Wicked weak in the knees . . . and very hard somewhere else.
"Soon, Fayt?" Albel asked quietly when he felt the boy tense. His question was followed by an almost imperceptible nod against his neck, and Albel pumped the boy faster, thoroughly pleased by the resulting throaty moan in his ear as Fayt came closer to his breaking point. "Good," he whispered as he kissed the back of Fayt's neck tenderly. It wasn't like him, but it felt like the right thing to do. If he's happy, then I'm . . .
"Get a room!" Someone hollered finally from the back of the rapidly growing crowd, cruelly but effectively cutting through the pair's moment.
"Silence, worm!" Albel shouted back, honouring the crowd with a withering glare. The line of people quickly shrank back, and a few decided they had business elsewhere, but most were far too interested to leave now. Something else would have to be done. Regrettably, Albel ceased his ministrations on the now painfully erect Fayt, ignored the pathetic and pleading eyes of the younger man which begged him to continue, and put his new plan into action.
"See this?" he asked while shoving Fayt out in front.
"Albel, what the hell are you doing?" Fayt hissed through clenched teeth.
"Be quiet, fool. I'm busy." Disregarding Fayt's concerns, Albel continued. "Remember that big, scary celestial ship that ended the war?"
The people nodded warily.
"Well this little maggot made it go BOOM!" Albel shook Fayt for emphasis and the crowd took an almost synchronized step back.
The assertion was met with shocked whispers and frightened murmurs all around as the townsfolk considered what Albel had told them. The boy didn't look like much . . . He was a bit on the gangly side, with weak looking stringy arms, and fashion sense which was almost as horrific as the man who stood beside him.
"Bullshit." The crowd decided.
It's unanimous? Albel frowned. "I know that he doesn't look like much right now, but when you piss him off, things get very interesting. Take this instance, for example." Albel lifted the front flap of his victim's pants which was currently hiding Fayt's little, er, large problem, and exposed it for all to see.
"Holy shit, Albel!" Fayt managed to splutter as he frantically tried to cover himself, blushing profusely.
"Come now, Fayt. You have nothing to be ashamed of." Albel leered at him, baring his teeth in a lecherous grin, and Fayt flushed deeper.
Turning back to the crowd, Albel's features straightened and he addressed them once again, resuming the educational tone from before. "You may notice that as of this moment, the worm's, little worm, is quite active. In fact, it desperately wants something. Me. Of course, you people are making him nervous. Quite frankly, you're ruining the mood, which must be very frustrating." Albel emphasized the point by shaking his head sadly. "In fact, I'd hazard a guess that if he doesn't get the necessary release, it may manifest some other way . . . like destroying your town. Now I personally wouldn't be bothered by such a turn of events, but I'll assume that the rest of you actually enjoy your lives. So you wouldn't want that to happen, would you? Now tell me, fools, is it worth the risk?"
The townsfolk gathered into a partial huddle as if trying to decide their next course of action, and Fayt, seeing their distraction, took the time to remind Albel exactly how he felt about the whole situation.
"I hate you."
"Is that supposed to bother me? Join the club, fool."
"Oh, are you a member?"
"Heh, I'm the founder, maggot. Now either be quiet, or do something impressive!"
Fayt sighed, and mouthed the words to a spell which Albel couldn't quite make out, but the result was perfect. "Ice Needles," he muttered to himself, with one hand held out toward the crowd as a decoy threat, while his other hand faced his crotch. What else was ten times more effective than a cold shower in a world that didn't even have running water? Fayt had been studying symbology for a long time, long enough to learn the more creative usages, and runology was no different.
At the sight of icy aqua runes appearing on Fayt's smooth skin, complimenting his somewhat pale complexion and creating the pinnacle of lethal beauty, the crowd gasped and chaos ensued. Within seconds everyone had dispersed in the most insane fit of trampling Fayt had ever been misfortunate enough to witness. The entire marketplace had cleared out, which was not surprising. Only the threat of imminent and excruciatingly painful death was enough to prompt the vapid Aquarian masses into action. No wonder Airyglyph had been so confident about winning the war.
Fayt turned around, eyes shut in disgust, completely fed up with everything that had happened. Why did Albel have to tease him like that, and why did those people have to see it happen? It just wasn't fair. But when he opened his eyes again, Fayt was not prepared for what he saw.
Albel was gawking at him. It wasn't the first time the man had witnessed runology, but every time he couldn't help but be somewhat awestruck. It was something he couldn't do, which was frustrating in and of itself, but why did Fayt have to look so damned impressive when he did it? Not to mention being so attractive it made his brain fuzzy with desire. It was different when the Aquarian females did it. They were still weak, relying on a hereditary skill to protect them. They were desperate, but Fayt was powerful. He wanted to stay close to that power, and not just for the challenge. Albel would never admit any of this though, at least not yet, so he coughed and quickly distracted them both.
"They're gone, now do it again on these!" Albel held out his box, which had gotten warm from being held against his body for so long while he had played with Fayt, fully expecting the boy to comply with his whim.
Fayt raised an amused and somewhat intuitive eyebrow, as if he knew that ice cream was the last thing on Albel's mind, though he would eventually learn not to underestimate the bond between a man and his dessert in the worst way possible. "If I do this for you, will you give me one?"
Albel hesitated for a moment as greed and gluttony sought to add themselves to his long list of sins, and Fayt could see the inner conflict battling across Albel's expression, but the man nodded. "Yes," he said, sounding sincere, and Fayt did as he was told.
"Ice Needles," Fayt chanted once again, and within seconds the box was returned to its original frozen state. Fayt turned his casting hand around so the palm was facing the sky and gestured toward Albel's box of icy goodness.
"Okay, pay up," he said sternly.
Albel blinked innocently. "What?"
Which earned him a glare from Fayt. "But you said--"
"I lied." It was that simple. "Of course I may reconsider . . ." Albel leaned over and licked Fayt's cheek, as if the boy was one big blueberry popsicle. It wasn't much, but it was enough to challenge the effects of Fayt's first spell. Ice needles were no match for the hot and lusty touch of the Wicked One. "So, would you like to continue, Fayt?"
Fayt blushed, and a thin layer of sweat encased his body as he considered what the older man was offering him. His brow furrowed. What exactly was Albel offering him? Did it even matter? Sex and ice cream . . . It was a perfect combination. All he had to do was give his answer . . .
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A/N: XD Well, I think that's a great place to end this sucker. Since this is my first real attempt at writing a little bit of OOCish, plotless humour, a little feedback would be nice, preferably whether you guys want more or not . . . It was supposed to be a oneshot, but it just kept getting longer...so I kinda split it up. If things keep going out of my control, then I don't really know what will happen. I've got some (cruel) ideas and a vague idea of where this is going, assuming that Fayt agrees to a little lovin' XD but after that it's hazy.