A/N: Lol, you guys will probably hate me after I write this…I'm back to my infamous "it didn't really happen" scenes…where you all think something happens and second later it's not true…besides, Fayt's going to interrupt something that the fangirls dream about. XDD

Disclaimer: If I was responsible for Star Ocean, it would be an M-rated game and would contain plenty of graphic, sexual violence…because that's really the best kind, right?

Fayt obediently followed Albel back into the shack, dropping the bodies instantly at the doorway. He was happy to get rid of them. He turned and headed back to the bed, but Albel pulled tightly on the rope, forcing Fayt to stay.

Fayt looked at him curiously. "What? I want to go to sleep. It's almost midnight."

"I still haven't rewarded you for helping me," Albel whispered huskily, pulling Fayt close.

Fayt shuddered and lifted his still bound arms, slipping them over Albel's head and pulling him in. "Punish me," he whispered. "I've been bad."

Albel smirked and pushed Fayt backwards. Fayt yelped and fell back onto the edge of the bed. Albel advanced towards him and Fayt quickly scrambled upwards onto the bed and backed away against the headboard.

Albel dragged Fayt away from the corner and pushed him flat onto his back. He crawled on top of Fayt and straddled his hips. He leaned forward and gently caressed Fayt's cheek. "Relax, love. I won't go too hard on you-at least not the first time."

Albel chuckled as Fayt squirmed nervously. "You like pain, don't you?"

Fayt bit his lip worriedly as Albel raised a knife. He closed his eyes, prepared for the worst.

Albel calmly began cutting away Fayt's shirt, careful not to actually cut into Fayt's skin. Fayt warily opened his eyes and stared at Albel in shock. Albel smirked and kissed Fayt's cheek. "I said I was going easy on you."

Albel pressed his lips against Fayt's and gently began to peel away the scraps of Fayt's shirt. Fayt shivered and pressed himself closer to Albel. Albel shifted against Fayt and parted his captive's teeth with his tongue.

Fayt whimpered as Albel drew back for air. He smirked. "Calm down, Fayt. This is only the beginning."

Albel began to gently nip at Fayt's collarbone. Fayt was already panting heavily. He threw his head back, exposing more of the sensitive skin on his throat. Albel cheerfully bit and sucked whatever he was offered.

Fayt let out a soft sigh of contentment and allowed his eyes to drift close. Albel smiled mischievously. "What's this?" he asked absently, clamping his teeth down on one of Fayt's nipples.

Fayt let out a hiss of pain and he glared at Albel balefully. "Damn it, that hurt. Why-"

Fayt broke off with a small moan and shiver as Albel gently licked the wounded area. "Feel better yet?" Albel asked softly.

Fayt nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"Good. If you trust me again, we'll move on to something else." Albel slid his hand down inside Fayt's pants.

Fayt cried out and arched his back against the strange but wonderful feeling.

Albel smiled pleasantly. "You're such a virgin, Fayt. This is all too easy." He slowly unzipped Fayt's pants and lowered his head-

Fayt jerked awake, barely containing his horrified scream. Just a dream, just a dream. He must have fallen asleep in the forest.

Fayt sighed unhappily. "What a crappy future I have."

"Did you like that?" Albel asked softly.

Fayt whirled around to see Albel settled on the couch, watching him intently. "Like what?" Fayt asked defensively.

Albel gazed at Fayt through half-lidded eyes. 'What was happening to you in that dream? I heard so much moaning. It had to have been good."

Fayt turned pink. "None of your business," he said hotly.

Albel tipped his head to one side. "What was I doing to you? I heard my name at least twice."

Fayt was now bright red. "It was just a stupid dream! I can't control my dreams."

Albel shrugged. 'I know. You can dream about liking it, but did you really like it?"

"No," Fayt growled.

Albel feigned hurt. "I'm crushed, Fayt. After how glad you were to help me, you really don't care for me at all?"

"I am not gay," Fayt growled. "I didn't mind you killing Diane as much since she's a bitch, but I really didn't want to see her die."

Albel rose and stretched leisurely. 'You're lucky, Fayt. Her head could have exploded and her eyes could have popped out. You didn't really see much of anything. I just broke her skull."

Fayt shuddered. "I know. I don't like seeing you kill people and if you do kill them, I'd rather not be there."

"But how will we preserve our relationship if we don't do things together?'

"We don't have a relationship," Fayt growled. "You're a pervert."

"We had a relationship," Albel said calmly. "You wanted to please me. You were happy that I needed your help."

"That doesn't make me gay," Fayt insisted. "Wanting to help you is not the same thing as wanting your body."

"Hmn," Albel muttered. "It would certainly be helpful if you were willing to give me your body, but I suppose I have to make do with what I have." He leaned down and gently nibbled on Fayt's earlobe. "It doesn't matter if you're gay or not. You still taste very good."

Fayt shuddered. "I am not your sex slave. I don't even know why you find me so attractive. I haven't had a bath in a week."

Albel rolled his eyes. "You haven't even been here a week."

"But still," Fayt protested. "I'm so dirty."

Albel stretched back out on the couch. "Don't worry about it, Fayt. I don't bathe everyday either. Who cares what you look like when everyone who sees you will die soon anyway?"

"But I don't like feeling so unclean," Fayt whined.

"Fine, fine. The shower's downstairs in the laboratory."

Fayt paled. "I'm not going down there, not with all those dead things."

Albel shrugged. "Your choice, Fayt. If you need me to hold you hand and come with you, I'll be happy to do so.' He grinned widely.

Fayt shuddered. "No thanks. I can do without a shower for another day at least."