A/n: I can't believe I could think up enough dark stuff to last 13 whole chapters…and I'm not even finished with the story yet…there'll probably be at least 3 more chapters, depending on when I choose for Fayt to have his epiphany. XD I think of new plot twists everyday, so it may end up being longer than that…wow…it's a good thing though. But oh crap…look at all the typos! I haven't been proofreading very well…just for info…Albel's dad killed his wife and his son and daughter…Albel's mother, sister, and brother. There. XD It's very important, trust me.

Disclaimer: Does anyone really read these things? XD Repeat after me: We are rabid fangirls/fanboys looking for sex, blood, violence, and more sex. We own nothing. What a sad life we have. XDDDDD

Fayt was barely coherent. It was amazing how quickly his control slipped away as soon as Albel began touching him. He wanted to hate himself for being so weak, but in his current condition, he could barely concentrate.

"Are you sure you're not gay?" Albel purred.

"Yes," Fayt gasped out.

Albel snickered and nibbled Fayt's neck. "Are you sure?"

Fayt whimpered, losing the ability to put together sentences. "Nnngh…I…anyone can…aargh, I don't know anymore."

Albel chuckled. "You mean you think you'll react this way if anyone touches you? My, you're even more sensitive than I thought. Whatever happened to your ideals of true love and fairy tale endings?"

Fayt hissed as Albel unbuttoned his shirt. "But...not now…you…you promised."

Albel nodded cheerfully. 'I promised not to have sex with you again until you beg for it, but that won't keep me from teasing you." He licked at Fayt's bare chest experimentally and grinned as Fayt twitched. "Let this be a lesson to you, love. If you're not willing, I'll make you willing."

Fayt arched into Albel's touch. "Oh god."

Albel listened to Fayt's rapid breathing and studied his flushed face with a smug smile. "What's wrong, Fayt?" he cooed. "You're so hot. Are you sick?"

"Damn it," Fayt growled. "You know. You know what you do to me."

Albel regarded Fayt with half-lidded eyes. "Yes, I know. How shall I deal with you this time?"

"Aargh, just fuck me and get it over with," Fayt snarled.

Albel looked surprised as he trailed a finger down Fayt's chest. "Oh really? I thought you'd be far more willing for me to suck you off again. As you said, anyone can touch you, but only a man can fuck you. Are you telling me you've realized you're gay?"

Fayt hissed in frustration. "I don't know where your mouth's been."

"Attached to my face, of course. Really, Fayt, it's much easier to get an STD from actual sex than from oral sex. But, if you insist…" Albel gently pulled down Fayt's pants.

Fayt made a relieved sound and balled his hands up in the sheets. Albel pushed Fayt onto his back and undid his own pants.

Fayt cried out as Albel pushed into him. It still hurt so badly, but Fayt felt that the pain was only his punishment for accepting something so sinful so willingly.

He closed his eyes and waited for Albel to do something else to break him apart even more. But Albel waited patiently for Fayt to adjust. He could only break Fayt so much before the boy would be completely destroyed. Albel didn't want that. A broken toy was no fun at all.

Fayt shifted uncomfortably. The silence was smothering. All he could hear was Albel's harsh breathing. Albel's arms were wrapped around Fayt's shoulders, holding him tightly. His nails started to dig into Fayt's skin, drawing blood. Fayt focused all his attention on his shoulders. It was the only thing that hurt now, a dull ache in the back of his mind.

Fayt writhed and twisted on the mattress without even knowing why. It was an automatic response, almost like breathing. His mind felt absolutely nothing, yet his body was on fire.

Fayt suddenly felt Albel moving inside him and he was snapped back to reality. Hard, sweaty sex. It was all he was good for. His body craved the sharp pains, the familiar passionate feelings that tore at his throat.

Fayt was hardly aware when his body was spent. His mind still drifted in a disconnected haze. He felt Albel's hands tighten around his chest, clawing angry red marks across the skin, branding Fayt forever as his. And he was filled with a sticky wetness.

Fayt blushed as the weight of his actions registered in his mind, the position he suddenly found himself in. Somehow, it felt so comfortable, so right to lie there with his legs spread as Albel made use of his body. He was complete in his brokenness, perfect in his despair. Fayt's body was suddenly assaulted by delicious warmth. Acceptance, love, comfort, familiarity.

Albel pulled out of Fayt and began redressing himself. "You're getting better, Fayt. You're lasing longer and you're more willing. This time you wanted it before I even started in on you. Of course, I had to arouse you first and you needed your need fulfilled, but we'll see how long it takes for you to beg for it before I even lay a hand on you.

Albel let out a sharp yelp of surprise as Fayt jumped on him and began kissing him. Albel fought back and eventually twisted Fayt around and pinned him on his back.

Albel stared down at the boy trapped under him. Fayt stared back at him, his breathing still uneven. He looked so wanton, so thoroughly sexed. Fayt's eyes were bright, full of happiness.

Albel smirked. "So, you've finally discovered the meaning of love. You're still innocent and naïve, but we'll change that after awhile. The good thing is that you're no longer a victim." He laughed harshly. "You're so fucked, Fayt."

Fayt looked momentarily confused, but Albel straddled Fayt's waist and ground his hips against Fayt's. Fayt let out a soft moan and his eyes clouded over with lust as he threw his head back.

Albel smiled at Fayt approvingly. "So aroused again already? You must be a glutton for punishment, Fayt. Well, today's your lucky day. I'm going to screw your brains out and fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk. But we have all day for that."

A few hours later, Fayt was panting heavily. His wrists were once again bound to the headboard. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. Albel was busily dipping his tongue into Fayt's navel.

"No more, no more," Fayt pleaded.

Albel lifted his head. "But, Fayt, I thought you enjoyed this." He licked his lips, reddening them with Fayt's blood.

Fayt blushed. "I know. I do, but I can't handle it…it's too much."

"I can't stop now," Albel murmured. "You're already so aroused and I hate to leave you like that."

"Okay, just once more," Fayt whimpered as Albel bit the inside of his thighs. "Too much sex. It's getting too hard for me to keep going."

"Yes," Albel agreed, his teeth clamped down on one of Fayt's nipples. He lifted his head to peer at Fayt's flushed, sweaty face. "Teenage hormones can only last for so long. You don't have the stamina."

"Ngh," Fayt hissed. "You can't still find me so attractive. I'm so dirty and sweaty."

Albel sighed. "Another perfect angel shattered, dragged into the world of human desire. Ah well, it couldn't be helped. You were too perfect to leave untainted. If not me, then someone else would have helped themselves to you. A pity. But yes, you need a nice hot shower and plenty of sleep after this. And tomorrow, you can take the day off as my whore. If I wear you out like this all the time, you may never be able to get aroused again."

Fayt shuddered and lay still, panting. "Yes, I need to get clean again."

Albel flipped Fayt over onto his side and pounded into him. Fayt's cries were ragged, his voice hoarse from screaming so much. He collapsed quickly, gasping for breath.

Albel studied him again as if seeing him for the first time. He frowned. "You're right. You do need a bath. It's amazing how much fluid two people can make in one day."

Fayt blushed again and waited for Albel to untie him before limping off to the stairs. He paused at the stairway and looked back at Albel. "And here I was thinking you were sick for sleeping in so long. Ha. If you were sick, you never would have been able to last so long."

Albel shrugged. "It's only Tuesday. I only need two victims. Plenty of time to sleep, screw you, and kill them before sunset. So, while you're in the shower, I'll go off and get tonight's victims. "

Fayt nodded solemnly. "Have fun."

Albel chuckled. "Oh, I will, love. Don't worry about me. Sex and violence. A perfect day."