A/N: Yeah, it's me again. XD I know, I know. I've been neglecting all my other stuff to work on this, but that just means it'll get finished, ne? Anyway, I can't stop working on it…so many devious ways to torture Fayt running through my head…and I better write down and actual storyline…not just "Albel has Fayt captive and gets to torture Fayt by watching him naked while he sleeps" But I will still try to update everyday…as long as at least 2 people review by the next day….sound good?

Disclaimer: Nope, I'm not making money from writing this…but if I did, wouldn't I be so motivated and un-lazy? Geez…think of all the money I could be making if I wrote for a living.

Fayt woke up early Saturday morning. He didn't remember falling asleep. The last thing he could remember was eating the strange lunch Albel had made for him. He scowled. Well, at least it wasn't the type poison that killed. It had to be some drug. He searched his mind for a drug that caused unbearable heat and passing out, but he couldn't think of any.

Fayt's stomach growled and he realized that he hadn't had dinner. He sighed unhappily and steeled himself to avoid looking at whatever new pictures Albel had taken of him as he slept.

Fayt sat up and slid his legs over the side of the bed, putting his bare feet on the floor, noticing that his toenails were painted bright red. He gritted his teeth. 'I'm going to kill that bastard," he growled.

"Good morning to you too," a voice murmured nearby.

Fayt turned and scowled at Albel who was settled comfortably on the couch, looking at Fayt with clear amusement and lust.

Fayt crossed his arms over his chest. "I wish you wouldn't get off on those damn pictures so much."

Albel shrugged casually. 'I didn't need to take any pictures this morning."

"Why not?" Fayt growled.

Albel smirked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He leaned over the arm rest of the couch and raked his gaze down Fayt's body. "Are you by any chance….feeling a draft?'

Fayt froze for a moment and then leaped back into the bed, covering himself with the blankets. He scowled at Albel's laughter. "Bastard! I bet you raped me in my sleep."

Albel rolled his eyes. "Of course not. As I already told you, I don't do things secretly. I don't leave you with any doubt whether it was me."

"Like how you drugged my lunch?" Fayt asked accusingly.

Albel chuckled. "I didn't drug you. That was chili pepper."

"Yeah right,' Fayt scoffed.

Albel smirked. "Remember, I ate what you ate. Would I have drugged myself?"

"But you would have known that I wouldn't have trusted you and-"

Albel interrupted. "Give it a rest. Get some clothes on and I might even let you outside today."

Fayt glared at him again. 'Why'd you take off my clothes anyway if you weren't going to rape me?"

Albel shrugged. "I just like to look at you." His grin became more lecherous. "And having you cuddle against me naked was quite nice."

Fayt gasped. "You slept next to me?"

"Of course. There's only one bed in this house. I sleep next to you every night."

"I knew you wanted to rape me!" Fayt wailed. "You freaking pervert!"

"Shut up, Fayt," Albel growled. "I don't rape people in their sleep. But…" He frowned thoughtfully. "Since this is Saturday…and I promised to rape you today, I better not go back on my word."

Fayt's anger vanished, replaced by a cold fear that gnawed at his stomach. Instantly, he put his fists up, to try to shield himself from Albel hurting him without a fight.

Albel snickered and stayed where he was, causing Fayt to lower his hands in confusion. Didn't Albel just say he was going to rape him?

Albel got up and slowly made his way to the bed, causing Fayt to pull back and get ready to fight again. However, Albel didn't seem too violent at the moment. He placed his hand on Fayt's chest and smiled gently. "I love it when you get so worked up, so afraid. Your heart starts beating. Isn't it wonderful to feel that wonderful organ moving, knowing that I could rip it out of your chest in a second?"

Fayt frowned. "You're not going to rape me…you're just going to fantasize about my heart in your hands?"

Albel yawned and looked at Fayt languidly. 'I was just testing you. I don't want anymore of your helpless behavior. If you die, you won't be of any use to me. So today, I won't rape you. But my birthday is Monday…and it would be a nice present for me to see you lose your virginity."

"Hell no," Fayt growled.

Albel shrugged carelessly and leaned forward against Fayt, slowly pinning the boy against the bed. Fayt realized too late what was happening and he struggled desperately, trying to get free.

Albel caught one of Fayt's wrists and twisted the boy's arm behind his back, smiling at Fayt's sharp cry of pain. "The language of love is violence," he whispered. "It's also the language of hate. The secret is knowing where to draw the line." He placed a finger on Fayt's chest a dragged the nail all the way down to Fayt's waist, making a reddened line, almost breaking the skin.

Fayt shuddered and stared at Albel fearfully. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I love violence," Albel said simply. "it's so versatile. Just like sex. You can either rape someone, or make love to them. It's all how you do it."

Fayt paled. 'Since you already said you won't rape me, can we get off the subject of sex?"

Albel nipped at Fayt's neck. "I said I wasn't going to rape you today. Maybe some other day. But I would much rather have you willingly." He slowly pushed off Fayt's blankets and gazed at Fayt's crotch. "It would be fun…having you writing underneath me, begging for more, needing more pain." He trailed a finger along the inside of Fayt's thigh.

Fayt whimpered and twisted away, turning bright red as Albel continued to stare at his body. He noticed his clothes draped on a chair and snatching the blanket off the bed to cover himself, he retreated to the couch to clothe himself.

Albel let out a sigh of disappointment. "One day I'll get you willingly. Oh well, I'm off to find some more delicious bastards to torture in my playhouse. Have fun, Fayt. And remember…don't miss me too much."

Fayt gritted his teeth again as Albel left. 'He's so smug. What makes him think I'd miss him?" Fayt sat down on the couch with a scowl and stared absently at the wall. 'Well, now what?" he muttered with boredom.