Title: In My King's Harem
By: Ari Maxwell! Oh yeah, that's right!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fayt or Albel! But! They are locked up in my basement along with Duo and Heero, Naruto and Sasuke, L and Raito, Harry and Draco, and many more pretty bishi's that I can't remember right now…maybe I should check on them…
Warnings: S+M, swearing, sexual themes, OOCness, Albel meanness, Fayt gets hit a lot cause Albel had anger management issues!
Note's: Raison d'Etre!
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Chapter 2:
Bruises
Fayt was mortified. Truly. Completely. "These..." he trailed off, still unable to comprehend the awfulness that surrounded him. "These are WOMAN'S clothes!" He was standing dressed in the same style as all the other whores in the room, trying in vain to cover up his stomach with his thin arms. The girls around him giggled as the poked and tugged at him, cooing at how adorable he was. And it was getting worse still. The smell of the room was becoming permanently saturated into his skin and hair, and he was not happy about that. He smelled like a girl and Fayt was definitely a guy!
"Oh, Lord Albel will be so pleased... They fit you so well..." One of the women shouted from the other side of the large room, her voice laced with disgust. She was lounging in a cream colored plush; her blue hair pulled up into a ponytail and curled. Fayt was surprised to see another person with blue hair like his, at least until he glanced around and noticed how oddly colored most of the girls hair was. Pinks, greens, purples, whites, and of course all normal colors like brown, black, and blond.
The blue haired girl scowled again and pushed her self up from the plush, her skirt fluttered around her ankles as she walked, making it look like clouds rolled around her. She walked in a very stiff manner, with her head held high in a dignified manner. She pushed open the large oak doors and hurried out, shutting the doors behind her.
"What is her problem?" Fayt demanded, his hand on his hip, which was jutted outward. He straightened suddenly as soon as he realized he standing like a girl. A blush rose to his cheeks and he tugged at the hem of his skirt.
"Maria is, well...was, Lord Albel's favorite, but now she is worried, since you look like her, yet are a boy." Fayt wasn't too sure he understood what she was talking about. The women who'd spoken had a heavy accent, but her skin was smooth and her hair was silky, and he supposed that was all that mattered in a whore. "Maria is worried that Lord Albel has brought you here because he likes boys more than girls."
Fayt looked around at all the women in the room and seriously doubted that. "I really don't know why Albel bought me, but I really don't think she needs to worry." All the girls around him giggled, hiding their faces from him.
The doors slammed open again and Albel entered, a look of pain evident on his face. Trailing behind him with a soft smile on her lips was Maria. She walked very close behind Albel, her hand brushed his back every once in a while, and he shivered every time.
"See how silly he looks, My Lord? He isn't suited to a harem. He's a boy." her smiled widened again as she looked at the irritation in Fayt's eyes. He suddenly remembered he was in a skirt and jumped behind Mandy, a taller whore.
"Shut up, Maria." Albel snapped. She quickly scampered away before Albel could hit her, taking a seat in one of the soft, purple, plushes, near the window, a scowl on her face. "You," he snarled at Fayt. "Come with me."
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Fayt sat quietly on his cushion next to Albel, who was on his right, and another visiting woman on his left. Albel had sat and ignored him completely for the entire meal. And Fayt wasn't allowed to even eat anything. He just had to sit there, being careful not to yank on the collar around his wrist. If Albel was in a pleasant mood, he was allowed to feed Fayt some food, but when was Albel in a good mood? No, Fayt was, annoyingly so, simply there for show.
All the people sitting around the long table were eating and talking and debating, and not one paid any attention to Fayt for most of the meal, well, at least until Albel's mother spoke up.
"'Bel," she suddenly set her silver ware down with a harsh clatter. "Why have you brought this…" she couldn't seem to think of a word for Fayt.
"Concubine, dear…" Lord Nox spoke up helpfully, not even looking up from his meal.
"Yes," she snapped. "It's hardly proper…"
Albel didn't respond immediately. Instead, he took his time chewing his food and swallowing it. He then picked up his iced goblet and took a long, slow, sip, intentionally irritating his mother. Finally though, he set his goblet down and turned a cold stare on her.
"It's tradition that Father, not you I add, meet all new concubines. You know that and, I also add, you've never cared before."
"Albel, honey," he Mother spoke softly, trying to sooth her son's anger. She knew full well that she would never win an out right verbal spar with her son; he was just too witty for her to understand. "Concubines aren't male…" she couldn't think of any other way to voice her opinion.
"The Lady's right about that!" an old, thin, man with wispy, grey hair shouted out across the table.
"No one requested your opinion, Uncle!" Albel barked harshly. He turned quickly back to his mother, leveling raging red eyes on her. "Obviously, concubines can be male, since he is one!" the glare Albel sent his mother chilled everyone at the table, except Lord Nox, since the man wasn't paying attention. His wife and son fought like this every evening, and most of the time; it was about nothing, amounting to nothing. It was best not to worry over things like this.
Fayt had obediently not said a word through the whole ordeal. Before dinner had started, Albel had strongly and graphically told him just what would happen if he spoke or tired to eat anything. Fayt wasn't one to just take orders like a dog, but he made an exception that night. He shuddered just thinking about it.
A soft hand landed on his shoulder, and Fayt glanced up, to see Albel staring at his Mother still. Eventually though, the fingers tightened slightly and he lent down next to his ear. "Don't worry, she can't do anything to you." Fayt shivered again as Albel's breath tickled his ear. "You're mine, not hers." And then the hand and breath was gone, and Albel was starting off at nothing again, slowly eating his food.
Fayt's stomach grumbled loudly, and he wrapped his arms around his middle, trying to stop it. The visiting woman next to him glanced at him, disgust plain in her eyes, but Fayt turned away from her when Albel nudged him with a foot. Fayt turned to have his eyes level with a piece of chicken held in Albel's chopsticks. He hesitated for a moment.
"Eat it, fool, before someone notices…" Albel glanced around the table, glaring at anyone who was eyeing them oddly.
Awkwardly, Fayt opened his mouth and ate the piece, and then the chopsticks were gone and Albel was back to his normal self.
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After dinner and desert and three more pieces of chicken for Fayt was done and cleared away, Albel excused himself to leave, dragging Fayt back to his rooms with him.
"You did, surprisingly, well tonight. Better than I thought you would do, I'm glad I don't have to beat you…" Albel dropped onto a pile of cushions under a window in his main room. "I'm tired…and beating is hard work…"
Fayt glared at him, but Albel was looking out the window. Tired? Albel didn't have to wear girl clothes, and be dragged around and not eat or speak till allowed or be beat or…or…stuff! Or so he thought…
Fayt sat quietly on the floor, waiting for Albel to tell him what to do. When he didn't say anything, Fayt decided to ask a question that'd been plaguing his mind all through dinner. "What's a 'concubine?'" his voice came out kind of harsh from lack of use, even so, Albel whipped around to glare.
"Come here!" he yelled suddenly. Fayt winced; he'd fucked something else up! Still, he cautiously walked over, not obeying would have been worse. "Kneel!" Albel ordered, and Fayt did, though begrudgingly. Albel's hand rose and slammed down against the side of Fayt's head with such force he toppled over. "You are to address me as 'Lord Albel!' Understood!" Fayt barely managed to grunt, his ears were ringing and sharp spikes of pain were shooting up his sinuses to settle behind his eyes and in his temples.
Albel was grinding his teeth, trying to calm himself down. He glared down and his face softened. "Now see what you made me do?" Fayt's body went ridged as a completely different person tired to gather him in their arms and onto his lap. "See, you made me hurt you…"
"Um…Al-Lord Albel…What are you-" the title 'Lord' felt disgusting on his tongue, and Fayt had a strong, sudden, urge to spit all over Albel's pristine, beige, carpet.
Albel pulled a struggling Fayt closer to him, nuzzling his blue hair. "Now, a concubine is you. You and the girls are concubines…"
Fayt was confused, and Albel's hand's stroking his back weren't helping. "A concubine is a whore…?"
Albel went ridged again, and the grip on Fayt became painful, his fingers were digging into Fayt's ribs. He shook Fayt suddenly, whipping Fayt's head back and the smaller man began fearing whiplash.
"Concubines are not whores!" he screamed, yanking Fayt away from him and to the ground. Fayt winced again as more pain shot through his hip where it met the floor. "Concubines are trained servants of a Noble's bedroom and they are VERY respectable!" Albel stood quickly and slammed his foot down on Fayt's hand, forcing a straggled cry out of Fayt.
"Al-Lord Albel…" Fayt glared, yanking his hand back and sending a swift kick to the Lord's shin. Albel let out a roar of outrage and grabbed a fist full of blue hair, yanking Fayt by it violently to the side, forcing Fayt's body to go tumbling once again.
Albel stomped out of the room, muttering under his breath. "Don't move!" right before he slammed the door shut behind him. Fayt sat up hesitantly, cradling his hand close to him and glaring.
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Maria was in heaven, a false heaven, but still, it made do. All the girls were crowding around her, asking questions.
Lord Albel had stormed in and literally ripped Maria out, and now that she was back, everyone was gushing, 'How was it?' 'Was he gentle? He seemed angry!' 'How many times?' and so on.
You see, all the girls thought Albel had slept with her, but honestly, it had been a long, long, time since the Lord had even touched her. Lately, all he did was vent to her about her, 'Why wasn't she pretty enough?' 'Quick enough?' 'Clean enough?' 'Why did she always smell so flowery?' 'Why was her hair BLUE!' and so on…
Her...talents…hadn't been needed in some time, and she looked at all the eager faces and realized it was the same for all of them, yet they were too prideful to say anything, her included.
"Oh yes…" Maria gushed, fanning herself. "It was wonderful…I'm sure you're all so jealous!" and she began explaining in vivid detail all the things the Lord Albel had done to her…or at least, when she wished he had done to her.
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After a good hour of ranting, and then another good hour of stomping around, Albel finally managed to cool his temper and head back to his rooms, only to find the main one strangely empty. Furry bubbled up in Albel again, but his squelched it quickly, hoping he was jumping to conclusions. No one was that stupid! The kid wouldn't disobey a direct order after all that!
He went through one door, into another back room that belonged to him. Albel was pleasantly surprised to find Fayt curled up in a bundle of silks, gauze, and cushion, fast asleep, and Albel grudgingly admitted it was cute…kind of…
"Hey, wake up, maggot!" Albel gave the bundle a swift, light, kick, not hard enough to hurt at all, yet Fayt still let out a howl of pain and jumped up quickly, rubbing his side. Albel narrowed his eyes on the boy, and Fayt nervously wondered what he'd done this time. "Strip." Albel ordered.
Fayt's eyes went wide. "Excuse me!" he cried. "Lord Albel?" he added quickly.
"Honestly, are you simple?" Albel drawled. "Take. Off. Your. Clothes." He said each word slowly so Fayt could understand, and the boy almost glared, but covered it quickly, and slowly began pulling off his clothing.
Even with a couple layers of the gauzy fabric still on, Albel could see the deep bruises forming on Fayt's hip, side, face, and arms. Albel reached out and yanked the boy's hand to him, inspecting the split knuckles where he'd stomped on them.
When Fayt was done, Albel inspected each bruise, the large one on his hip, the finger marks on his ribs, the split knuckles, the large ones on each cheek, and then he tapped Fayt's head lightly, frowning when the kid winced.
"In that draw," he gestured vaguely off to the right towards a chest. "There's a cream. Put it on each bruise, and then put the green gel on your hand. When you're done, dress and come find me."
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Okay, chapter 2! Took long enough, huh? Anyway, addressing the wonderful reviewers….
The girls had lots of description because you need to know what they look like, reviewer #1. You already know what Fayt, Albel, and Maria look like, so I don't feel I should need to describe them much…
'Raison d'Etre' means 'Reason to Be' in French.
I'm somewhat shocked at how…happy…you are about me enslaving Fayt…I thought I'd be reamed and throttled…but I guess you're all too kinky…But that's good for me!
Tell me true people! Do you read the warnings? Honestly? Because a ton of people mentioned the slight OOCness, and it's in the warning…I told you there'd be OOCness…you cant really have an AU without it.
Oh and yeah! Peppita! She WILL be in this story since I still can't figure out how to get her into my other one! I have a few idea's on who she's going to be, but I'd like your opinions too! So, who should Peppita be in this fic? Long lost cousin? Concubine? Servant? Annoying village girl?
Tell me in a REVIEW!
Hugs and Kisses!