A/N: I realized I started the story with a bit of song lyrics or poetry at the beginning of each chapter…and then I started getting really eager to finish each chapter and I got lazy and stopped doing it. Do they really matter? I don't think so…but I really like the lyrics. Meh, maybe I'll go back and update if I get the time unless you, the reviewers say not to. (reviewers…not readers…the average reader tells me nothing and if they tell me nothing, I don't do what they don't tell me they want. Uhh…confused yet? XD)

Disclaimer: I still don't own Albel. Bummer. I think he would be cool to live with, someone to sic on your annoying neighbor with his sword if the neighbor pesters you.

Fayt spent the rest of the day in a daze. He absently wandered around the house, stopping every so often to wistfully look out the window. He would not run away. He was trapped by his own guilt.

Albel almost regretted breaking Fayt's spirit. Almost. Fayt no longer reacted when Albel cut into him with his favorite knives. He stayed silent and let the blood simply drip down his arms. When Albel kissed him or licked away the blood, Fayt's fist clenched, but he stayed still. Nothing was worth the effort anymore; at least that's what Fayt's eyes told Albel. He had stopped caring about life and so he at last stopped and stood in front of the window, his whole body rigid as he stared out the window with anguished eyes.

Albel pulled Fayt away from the window and pushed him back onto the bed. Only this action brought a slight struggle from Fayt, but it was soon replaced by a sad resignation. Fayt lay still as Albel undressed him, looking afraid. But he didn't resist. He deserved everything Albel did to him. It was his punishment, it was his fate.

Albel caressed Fayt's cheek and ran his hand over the boy's smooth chest. Fayt squirmed slightly. Albel was gentle so far, but Fayt knew the horror that was to come. His eyes silently pleaded with Albel not to do it.

Albel nibbled on Fayt's earlobes and then attacked his mouth. He bit and sucked in a trail from Fayt's mouth down to his waist. Albel paused and briefly flicked his tongue against the slit of Fayt's arousal.

Fayt cried out in surprise and arched up from the bed. Albel smirked devilishly. "You like that?"

"What are you going to do?" Fayt asked fearfully.

Albel continued to grin wickedly. 'Not much. I'm just going to blow your mind."

Fayt's eyes widened in horror and he twisted on the bed. Albel put a firm arm on Fat's hips to keep him from bucking and he lowered his head to swirl his tongue around the heated flesh.

Fayt's cries of protest soon turned into throaty moans. There was no pain this time, only pleasure. Fayt's face was flushed and his eyes glazed with lust as his finger tightly clenched the sheets beneath him. Fayt's head was thrown back and he thrashed, tossing his head back and forth as he panted heavily.

Albel skillfully wrapped his tongue around Fayt's erection. He could feel the boy quivering beneath him. Fayt's expression communicated blatant desire and Albel was not about to deny Fayt his pleasure.

Albel nipped at the inside of Fayt's thighs and gently breathed against his skin. Fayt hissed and whimpered, writing desperately. Albel decided he had tortured the boy enough and he clamped his mouth down on Fayt's arousal.

Albel listening to Fayt's cries with proud amusement. The boy truly had never down this before. He was so sensitive, so easily aroused, even though he claimed to hate Albel. Albel hummed to himself waited patiently until Fayt's body tensed, signally the end.

Fayt fell back against the bed, panting heavily. Albel cheerfully gathered his mouthful of Fayt's semen and rolled his eyes at Fayt's mournful look. The boy lost himself completely in a moment of ecstasy, but afterwards he felt pitifully guilty.

Albel pried Fayt's mouth open and brought his lips to Fayt's, parting them to transfer the hot liquid onto Fayt's tongue. Fayt's eyes widened and he stiffened with revulsion. Albel pulled away and gently pressed Fayt's mouth closed. "Don't spit; swallow," he commanded.

Fayt complied sadly, a miserable defeated look on his face. Albel chuckled and kissed Fayt's cheek. "Relax, love. I'm just sharing with you. You taste so good, it's a pity that you don't get to see it."

Fayt looked at Albel wretchedly. "It's all my fault for being so appealing. But why did this have to happen? I didn't ask to be like this. Why did I have to be created as a temptation?' He burst into tears.

Albel held Fayt tightly. 'It's your destiny, Fayt. It's a pity you don't enjoy it more, but everyone reacts differently to their calling. Some deny it, some accept it. I was destined to hurt people. I realized that early on and accepted it. Now my job gives me great pleasure. After all, you should enjoy your job."

"And my job is to be a victim of sexual abuse,' Fayt said weakly.

"Think positively, Fayt. You're not a victim. You're my lover."

Fayt snorted. "If you loved me, you wouldn't rape me."

"It's not rape, Fayt. Pain is pleasure. I used to have a small pretty Asian girl named Maria Kwon that came willing to be bound and tied. She begged for the knife, begged for the blood, begged for the pain. Every time I hurt her, she was in ecstasy. But after the scandal broke out, she no longer came willing and I had to choose an unwilling partner."

"I'm her replacement then,' Fayt said bitterly.

Albel shrugged and wrapped his arm around Fayt. "Have you ever had love before, Fayt?"

Fayt groaned and miserably burrowed into the blankets. "Sex is not love."

"Have you ever been loved?" Albel insisted. "Ever had someone passionately attached to you? And I don't mean the sisterly love of that Sophia girl you talk about. Have you ever loved or loved someone else with physical intensity?"

"No" Fayt muttered.

'Then how do you know what love is?' Albel growled.

Fayt huffed. "I've read stories. The prince does not tie up the princess and force her to marry him. He gains her trust and affection and she shows him that he can love her without fear of rejection and betrayal. It works both ways."

Albel snorted. "Fairy tales are not accurate pictures of real love. Real love is a lot grimier and dirtier, filled with imperfections. My love is not pure and innocent. It's twisted and sadistic. I sometimes pour my hatred into my love. I love giving everyone pain, even those I love. It's not a perfect love, but it's the only one you'll ever get."

Fayt swallowed hard. 'A-Albel? Did you just tell me that you love me?"

"Maybe," Albel purred. "I love the way you squirm, I love the way your body feels. But I don't like it when you start this angst business. One of these days, you're going to enjoy it, and we'll keep practicing till you do or at least until you get used to it."

Fayt paled. "But I don't like sex. It's so…dirty, so unclean."

"Yes, it makes you feel guilty. Forget about the guilt. Why be guilty? It feels good, so you should do it."

"But I'm not gay," Fayt whimpered.

"But I am," Albel growled, swatting Fayt's butt. "Females, such useless creatures. If you don't kill them yourself, someone else will."

Fayt gasped. "That's a horrible thing to say!"

"Well, it's true. I came home after school and found my dad had killed my brother, so I went after him. By the time I got to him, he killed my little brother and sister. I hacked him to pieces with a butcher knife and mailed his limbs to Child Services to show I could take care of myself and didn't need to be adopted. So, as soon as I turned eighteen, I went from house to house, in shacks just like these."

Fayt clutched at Albel desperately. 'Your dad I understand. But what about the rest of the people? Why? They're innocent."

Albel smiled and pried Fayt's fingers off his shirt collar. "That's a story for a different day. I'll tell you as soon as you're willing to hear it." He chuckled at the hurt look on Fayt's face. "Good-night, love. You've had a busy day, two orgasms in one day. You need to rest."

Fayt turned pink. "But I-"

"Shhh," Albel whispered. He pulled a pair of pajamas from the drawer and began to dress Fayt. They were a little long for him since Albel was so tall, but they were better than nothing.

Albel pulled the blanket over Fayt and crawled in bed next to him. "Good-night, love."

Fayt blushed a deep pink and he shifted uneasily. Albel was still and he seemed asleep by his heavy breathing. Fayt hesitantly shifted closer to Albel and nestled in against him. The darkness hid Albel's smirk.