Title: Sweetness
Chapter 3: We All Scream
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean
Warning: More limey goodness
A/N: Sorry folks, but this chapter constitutes the "romance" part of this fic. I've been busy writing my other story, and the writing style for it started seeping into this one. So you've been warned that my comedic muse has abandoned me. In its place I bring you random smut.
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After much grumbling and bickering about who was leading who, Fayt and Albel finally made it to Peterny's prestigious Front Door inn, in which they were about to engage in backdoor activities.
"Ah, Master Fayt! Isn't it a little early for an inn visit?" The young girl at the front desk chirped.
Albel had also been wondering about that crucial detail, but as long as Fayt seemed alright with a nooner, he didn't really mind.
Fayt played it well, much better than one would have expected from the boy who had always seemed a stickler for honesty. Running a hand through his azure locks, Fayt gave the clerk a sheepish grin. "We're just tired from training, that's all," he lied, hoping that word of their exploits hadn't reached the inn. "A quick rest is all we want."
The young clerk nodded with exuberance. "I understand completely, please, feel free to come here whenever you like! Would you like the usual room?"
"Please." Fayt answered, still doing his best to look tired. The two of them were quickly waved through into the lobby, and started making their way to their reserved room.
The clerk smiled brightly as Fayt passed, while saving a glare for Albel. As if the Glyphian captain needed another reminder about just how much the people hated him here. Who hadn't fallen under that little blue-haired maggot's spell? How could Fayt be stronger than he was, and be able to capture the hearts of the people? Surprisingly enough, he didn't mind, not any longer at any rate. Fayt was a force to be reckoned with, and Albel wanted to align himself with that force, the only question was, at what cost?
Fayt strolled down the hallway, casual as can be while heading for the last room on the left side. With little prompting, Albel followed. Since the Wicked One was walking only a few steps behind the younger man, his eyes were quickly drawn to Fayt's backside in silent admiration. The boy's slender hips swayed gracefully as he walked, practically inviting any keen observers to indulge themselves in lewd fantasies, and Albel was not immune to the young man's seductive charms.
Unable to stand back and watch any longer, Albel easily overtook Fayt, who was walking at a rather leisurely pace, and wrapped his arms around the boy's neck. Fayt smiled at this, and mistook the embrace for nothing more than an affectionate, and innocent, hug . . . until Albel started getting amorous. Oblivious to the outside world, Albel proceeded to rub up against a mortified Fayt, effortlessly coaxing his body into a state of arousal.
"Albel," Fayt pleaded, "can't you even wait until we're alone?" With a helpless sigh, Fayt reached for the bedroom door, and halfheartedly tried to dislodge Albel who was beginning to enjoy himself a little too much. If Fayt allowed it to continue, the man would have nothing left to offer him once they made it into their quarters.
It certainly didn't help to have Albel squirming behind him, plastering smouldering kisses on the back of his neck, while breathing low moans into his ear every time Albel's now noticeable hard-on made contact with him. Worst of all, was the fact that Albel was luring him into action. Addicted to hearing the warrior's unlikely sounds of satisfaction, Fayt swung the door open and dragged his noisy companion into the room.
Turning around as fast as he could, Fayt grabbed Albel's wrists and raised them above the other male's head, pinning him against the wall beside the doorway, and leaning closer to steal a shocked kiss from Albel's lips. Feeding off the Glyphian's sexual energy, Fayt deepened the pre-emptive kiss, and solicited Albel for a little more by drawing a wet tongue across his dry lips.
Fayt smiled as he heard Albel's willing groan, and felt the man's arms go slack in his grasp. Always a quick study, Fayt followed up his small victory with a carefully placed knee, shifting his stance so that he was inadvertently agitating the still soft bulge of Albel's cock through his skirt's thin layer of mauve fabric.
"Stop . . . " Albel mumbled, the word muffled slightly as he sucked fervently on Fayt's bottom lip. Albel definitely didn't approve of where things were heading. Control was meant to be his, not Fayt's, and he would not allow the boy to win with such cheap tactics. True pleasure came from teasing and torturing your bedmate until they were ready to give anything in exchange for relief of their tension . . . and Albel refuse to be the one aching for that relief.
Luckily for Albel, Fayt was an obedient little thing, and did as he asked without any objections. The boy took a hesitant step backwards, and looked at him with sorrowful green eyes, which expressed to Albel all of Fayt's worries. Was he inept? Undeserving? Tiresome?
Still lost in thoughts of doubt and inadequacy, Fayt was more than a little shocked when a strong hand pressed against his chest. Albel wasted no time in gathering his strength, and shoving Fayt backwards onto the nearest bed.
Smiling a little at Fayt's sprawled form, Albel pointedly set his box of ice cream bars on the nearest bedside table. Despite his activities with Fayt, the skilled swordsman had never loosened his grip on the cool desserts and they certainly didn't look any worse for wear. Confident that his box was safe, Albel turned his full attention toward his new plaything. He drifted to the side of the bed, and leaned over Fayt's flattened body, running a cold hand under the boy's shirt.
Fayt cringed and closed his eyes as the frozen fingers made contact with his heated skin, which only pleased Albel's sadistic side even more. Before he knew what had happened, Fayt opened his eyes and found that his shirt was missing. As for Albel, the older man was still disturbingly close to him, and Fayt watched on as the Wicked One's hands, both flesh and claw, hooked on to his waistband.
Always the gentleman, Albel humoured Fayt with a seemingly apologetic grin before he yanked the blue-haired youth's pants and boxers down so that they dangled around Fayt's ankles. Still clutching the loose fabric, Albel pulled Fayt around until he was properly situated on the bed, and straddled him. Albel then sighed, and licked his lips, making soft clucking noises as he examined Fayt's enticing lower regions. The Glyphian wasted no time in bending over, holding his head close to the boy's semi-erect member while being careful not to touch him . . . yet.
Eyes still cast down in appraisal, Albel grinned broadly to show he approved before glancing up to meet Fayt's emotionally conflicted eyes. Fayt flushed a delightful shade of light pink and averted his gaze from Albel's deviant stare. A small sigh escaped him, and Fayt shut his eyes to black out his surroundings. Did he regret this? Did he want it? Was one ice cream bar really worth the loss of his pride?
"You blush like a virgin . . . " Albel taunted softly, well aware that Fayt probably had little or no experience to speak of. The boy didn't act like a sexual creature at any rate, and seemed to have no idea just how attractive he really was. It was a shame actually, to let all of that potential go to waste because of a few insecurities. "I like that, you know . . . "
"What? Spoiling virgins?" Fayt muttered in distaste, feeling rather put off by the man's condescending remarks. I wouldn't put it past him either . . .
"No . . . " Albel replied, his voice muffled as he placed a tentative kiss on Fayt's stomach. When he made that long awaited contact, Albel was actually surprised by what he discovered. Despite the confident backtalk, Fayt was quivering. Whether it was due to excitement, fear, or anticipation he didn't know, but it sent a pleasant shudder rippling through his own body. I'll be gentle then. Albel decided. For his sake.
"Mmmn, then . . . why . . . ?" Fayt was rather proud of himself for being able to string so many words together despite the fact that Albel was continuing to test his self-control. The man's lips had drifted higher, drawing a firm tongue across Fayt's flesh, relishing the faint, salty aftertaste which lingered on his taste buds.
Fayt was delicious . . . but Albel secretly wished for the taste of vanilla to greet him. Fayt and ice cream were hardly comparable, but Albel found himself doing it anyway. One was hot, the other cold. Salty and sweet, sour and bitter . . . Albel stopped himself. Those last two things . . . were unique to Fayt. And he loved it that way.
Finished with his analysis, Albel cast a devious leer at Fayt and moved on to tease a sensitive nipple, twirling his tongue around the erect nub with single-minded devotion.
Fayt watched on in awe as Albel worked away on his body. The Albel he had always known was adept at causing pain, not giving pleasure . . . but how could he argue that now?
"You didn't answer me," Fayt said, struggling to keep his voice steady as Albel sucked on a protruding collarbone. "Why are you doing this?"
"I like the way you look at me. The shallow hate in your eyes comes and goes. It's always short-lived . . . and usually I deserve it . . . "
Fayt opened his mouth to argue, but Albel silenced him with a shake of his head. "The others don't trust me, but you do." Albel's cast his head down so that his lengthy hair covered his eyes and spoke quietly, a hint of affection woven carefully into his words. "I wanted to find a way to thank you . . . and . . . " Albel placed his lips against Fayt's, and raised a hand to sift through the youngster's hair as he sought to find the right words to explain how he had been feeling.
It had started out as a harmless joke. He had only wanted to bother the boy, to make him uncomfortable . . . and to betray the emotions he had noticed dwelling far back in the depths of Fayt's cheerful gaze. I never wanted it to go this far, but he forced my hand. There was no choice.
Fayt could sense the hidden pain which Albel had always refused to expose to anyone for fear of being hurt, and his natural empathy urged him to ease that pain. A weak sigh came from Albel when he felt Fayt's slender, but strong arms wrap around him, proving without saying a word that he cared. The broken man relaxed momentarily in Fayt's kind embrace, staying that way in utter comfort for as long as he dared, taking in a little of the love that was owed to him.
The devious swordsman reluctantly pulled away in order to finish his confession. "I wanted to thank you, and have a little fun in the process." Albel bared his teeth in an evil grin, which only grew fiercer when he noticed the expression of annoyance which settled on Fayt's face.
"So are you just doing this because you like messing with me, or?" Fayt's voice trailed off as he reconsidered his question. Of course Albel was only toying with him. That's what he did. But the question which had formed in his mind was persistent, and Fayt knew he wouldn't be happy unless he got an answer. Taking a deep breath, Fayt looked Albel straight in the eye and asked for one vital piece of information.
"Albel, are you gay?"
"Gayer than an Easter bonnet," Albel replied with ease, smiling a little as he watched Fayt's expression switch from shock to contemplation. Taking advantage of the situation, Albel moved back to the foot of the bed and lowered his head once again . . .
Unaware of Albel's intentions, Fayt continued to frown at the comment. He found himself wondering where Albel could have picked up such a term, and he was sincerely doubtful that the followers of Apris would ever celebrate Easter. They'd probably never even heard of it . . .
Fayt was rudely snapped out of his musings by the touch of warm lips against the tip of his cock. He gasped in shock, and his entire body stiffened, matching that crucial part of his anatomy in nearly genuine rigor mortis. It was all over. He had died of embarrassment.
He heard an answering chuckle from his partner as Albel flicked the underside of his erection with an agile tongue, closing his eyes as he did so which gave him a look of utter complacency. The act seemed to come natural to him, and Fayt soon accepted Albel's straightforward confession as truth.
With excruciating delicacy, Albel licked him all over, refusing to take him in completely. Fayt started squirming uncomfortably, moaning a little with frustrated gratitude. Albel was pleasing him, there was no denying that fact, but it just wasn't enough.
"Albel . . . please . . . " Fayt had quickly resorted to begging, his voice soft and quiet.
Hearing the gentle petition for more, Albel lifted his head and looked at Fayt with adoring eyes which asked the boy to be patient with him. "Trust me," was all he said, but the words were rife with deeper meanings, and Fayt instantly fell under their spell. He sighed with unease, but nodded and settled down once again, surrendering his willing body into Albel's capable hands.
Albel shifted his position, ignored Fayt's engorged cock for the moment, and started pressing his lips elsewhere. He left a trail of kisses along Fayt's inner thighs, dotting in and around everywhere but the one place he knew Fayt desperately wanted to be touched.
And Fayt was not at all pleased. The bastard was still teasing him relentlessly, and manipulating his trust to do so.
"D-damn it, just get it over with already!" Fayt growled. "It's embarrassing enough without you stretching it out like . . . " Fayt raised his arms above his head and clutched tightly at the headboard of the bed as Albel gently squeezed the base of his erection to silence him.
"Ready, Fayt?" Albel asked, watching for his reaction. Albel's leering, sultry eyes were fixed on those of vibrant green, and that hungry look was Fayt's undoing. The expectancy of what was about to happen scrunched up his last bit of sanity. Any self-respect he had been clinging to promptly left him with no promise of returning . . .
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A/N: Heh, well isn't that just a lovely place to stop? Yep, I think so:) It took me a while to post this, and I'm not sure if I'm satisfied with how it turned out, considering the obvious lack of crack, (it rhymes!), but decided to update it anyway just to get past my little slump. So I hope someone out there enjoys it... The next chapter may be the last...since my motivation is dwindling...but we'll see:)