A/N: I know I already told you all about this…if I don't get 2 reviews for each chapter…I won't write another chapter everyday...unless I feel like it. If I take more time on each chapter, they'll end up being posted maybe every other day…but they'll be more violent, more twisted, more in depth. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't review if you want more violence! I'll give you more time to review, and if I get 2 reviews again, I'll be sure that everyone who normally reads gets a chance before I post the next chapter…and anyway, I'm off work on Thursday…so Thursday's chapter will be nice and developed since I'll have several hours to do it.
Disclaimer: Star ocean was never this violent…it's obvious I don't do the real thing.
"Fayt, wake up," a voice hissed.
Fayt blinked open his eyes to find Albel staring at him a few inches from his face. Fayt yelped and scrambled backwards. He glared at Albel accusingly. 'Don't do that!"
Albel smiled and rolled onto his side to face Fayt. He propped his head up on one hand as he studied his captive. 'You and I aren't so different, Fayt."
Fayt scowled. "I'm a lot different than you. For one thing, I'm not a sadist. For another-"
"How many times have you killed?" Albel interrupted him.
Fayt's anger dissolved into cold fear. 'How did you-how did you know?" he whispered.
Albel smirked. "You've killed before, haven't you?"
"It was on accident," Fayt whimpered.
Albel was silent for a moment. He shrugged. "You're right, Fayt. You're different than me." He grinned. "You're not as sexy as I am."
Fayt rolled his eyes. His annoyance was back. "Oh, go screw yourself," he muttered.
Albel looked delighted. "I'd love to get myself off. Would you like to watch and wish I was doing the same thing to you?"
Fayt made an irritated noise in the back of his throat and he burrowed into the blankets. "Arrogant bastard. Go away. What's so important that you had to wake me up in the middle of the night?"
Albel gently pulled off the blankets. "This is the best time for me to talk to you." He tenderly licked the inside of Fayt's ear.
Fayt shivered and flushed a deep pink.
"Feels nice?' Albel asked. Fayt nodded, not trusting himself to speak and Albel chuckled. "Good. Let's see what else will make you squirm."
Fayt whimpered as Albel dragged his nails down his back. Albel attached his mouth to Fayt's neck and began biting his collarbone. Fayt let out a shuddering moan.
Albel lifted his head and smirked at Fayt. "I'd love to see you writhe and scream, but we don't want to wake me up."
'What?' Fayt growled.
Albel put a finger on Fayt's lips. "Shhh. Remember the last dream you had about me, the one that was so real? This is another dream."
"How the hell would you know this is a dream?' Fayt grumbled. "People in dreams aren't supposed to know it."
Albel shrugged. "Whatever, Fayt. But I'm not the one who can't tell fantasy from reality."
Fayt gritted his teeth. "What exactly did you come to tell me?"
Albel took his time in replying. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Fayt's. Fayt squirmed until Albel grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled Fayt closer. Fayt relaxed and allowed Albel to wrap his arms around his waist. Albel broke away for air and smirked. "Any questions?'
Fayt panted and shook his head. He felt dazed. This was the realest dream he ever had.
"Good," Albel said calmly. He glanced at his watch. "Five-thirty. Time for you to wake me up."
He snapped his fingers and Fayt jerked awake. Fayt's gaze drifted to Albel, who was still asleep. He had one arm possessively wrapped around Fayt's shoulders and the other hand clenched in a fist over his heart.
Fayt glanced at the clock and his mouth went dry. "Five thirty. How could that possibly be a dream? Some sort of vision maybe?"
Fayt tentatively reached out and nudged Albel. 'Wake up, Albel."
Albel growled irritably and reached out with his fist to smack Fayt as if he were an alarm clock.
"Oww," Fayt whined. "You're so mean."
Albel grumbled to himself and glared at Fayt. "I never claimed to be nice all the time. If you want nice, go home to your mother."
Fayt looked startled. "You're letting me go home?"
"Yes,' Albel snapped. "Now stop staring at me like I've lost my mind. You're a nuisance, Fayt. If you want to go home, go! I'm tired of you acting like I'm supposed to be nice to you and take good care of you. You're a captive! This is prison, not some goddamn hotel. Deal with it or go."
Fayt bit his lip and looked worriedly at the door. 'I would love to go, but I'm tainted. They'll never accept me now."
Albel snorted. 'Tainted?"
"Sex," Fayt whispered. "How can I keep going to church and stay religious when I had sex and actually liked it."
Albel shrugged. 'But the longer you stay her, the more tainted you'll become. Guilt by association. You stay with me, and you'll start becoming like me."
"I don't believe in that stuff," Fayt said softly. "But, I don't want you to force me into sex again."
"I make no promises," Albel said gruffly. "But for now, I'll leave you be. I need your body to recover."
Fayt nodded, feeling very small.
Albel sat up and wrapped his arms around Fayt, sliding his tongue down the back of Fayt's neck. "Why are you really staying?" he murmured. "Have you become gay?"
Fayt shuddered and arched his back at the action. "N-no. That's not it really. I'm still curious about you, about why you kill."
Albel cocked his head to one side. "But you're not willing to have sex with me yet."
"What does that have to do with anything? You said you'd tell me when I was ready to hear it."
Albel shook his head. 'When you're willing, you'll get to hear it. When you're willing to have sex with me, I'll tell you."
Fayt's eyes narrowed. 'So it's a trade-off? My body for your story?"
Albel snorted derisively. "Don't think of it like that. When you're willing, you'll be completely willing. The story will no longer matter to you. You'll want the sex so much it won't be a sacrifice for you anymore and the story will be just an added bonus. So, I won't force you to have sex. I'll wait until you're begging for it."
Fayt scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. 'That will never happen. I already told you I'm not gay."
Albel shrugged and bit down on Fayt's collarbone, smirking at Fayt's gasp. 'So you say. But you've had sex with me twice, both times enjoying yourself immensely. Am I missing something or are you simply so afraid of me that you think that if you sacrifice your body to me, I won't kill you?"
Fayt scowled. "I don't know what's wrong with me. It shouldn't feel so good, but it does. I need to have more control over myself."
Albel chuckled darkly. "Control? You have no control over the situation at all. You're completely helpless, completely at my mercy." He lowered his voice and gave Fayt a dangerously seductive look. "I know how much you love feeling powerless."
Fayt swallowed hard, and backed away slowly as Albel slid a hand over his thigh. He couldn't think anymore.