A/N: I sincerely apologize if my writing starts to get kind of weird. We're reading Obasan in our A.P. Lit. class and it's very poetic and formal sounding. It'll probably make my story sound more dream-like and less harsh and real. Well…I apologize in advance for the cheesy romantic-ness. I really can't help it.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except the story style. That, at least, I can claim some credit for.

Fayt woke up with a yawn and a long, luxurious stretch. He still felt stiff and sore, but he felt much better. He could make it through the day.

Albel was sitting in the couch, watching Fayt with his wild, hunted eyes. Fayt was silent for a moment, scowling at Albel. He didn't like being constantly watched as if at any moment Albel might decide to jump him again. That unwavering gaze was unnerving.

Finally Fayt sat on the edge of the bed and shifted, uncomfortable in the growing silence. Albel continued to stare steadfastly, devouring Fayt with his eyes.

"Don't you ever sleep?" Fayt grumbled.

Albel shrugged and cocked his head to one side.

Fayt scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. "Afraid of answering?"

Albel brought his gaze back up to Fayt's face. "No."

"Then answer me," Fayt growled.

"Tsk, tsk," Albel muttered. "Such a bad attitude, considering I let you sleep all day yesterday. You needed it."

"It was your fault,' Fayt insisted. "You tied me down and fucked me up."

"Funny, I don't remember much protest from you,' Albel drawled.

Fayt hissed irritably. "Forget you. I'm eating breakfast and then…well, I'll figure something out. Something that doesn't involve you."

Albel chuckled. "Silly boy. I thought you couldn't get enough of me the other day."

"Well, that's called lust,' Fayt snarled. "And now that my hormones will be happy for a few days, I don't want anything to do with you."

Albel rolled his eyes. "I thought I broke you down a long time ago. I thought I had finally killed your spirit when I raped you, and I thought I had gained your affection when I made love to you. But here you are, acting as if nothing of the sort happened."

Fayt lowered his head. "You may have conquered my body," he said softly. 'You may have even conquered my mind. But you haven't conquered my heart and you can never do that. Affection isn't taken by force. It has to be won."

"Stupid romantic nonsense," Albel muttered. "You liked what I did to you. Don't lie to me."

Fayt shrugged. "True. You've made me aware of how wonderful sex is. But you're not special, Albel. I'll have sex with you because you're here and you're male. But if anyone else was here, I'd abandon you on the spot and get myself rescued." He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Besides, you never asked me first. You stole my virginity from me. Yes, I did like the sex, but that's beside the point. I didn't want to like it and you forced pleasure on me. I can't forgive you for that."

"You are an idiot," Albel muttered. "No wonder you were still a virgin when I got to you. No one can stand all that crap you say. I can't stand being with you either. But like you say, we both have hormones. Better with you than the motherfucking scum down in the basement. So, keep your soul mate shit to yourself and I'll go find me some bastards to settle a score with."

Fayt's face darkened as Albel slammed out the door. He snorted in contempt. "Self-righteous, arrogant bastard. What a prick. It would serve him right if I left while he was out hunting. Then he'd decide what's more important: killing or sex. I don't give a damn anyway."

Fayt sank onto the couch, remembering that Albel had been sitting there earlier. He rose and kicked at the offending piece of furniture.

Fayt was in an extremely foul mood and there was nothing he could do to change it. Breakfast was unappealing to him and the thought of getting dressed or combing his hair seemed unimportant. Who cared if he stayed in the same clothes day after day? Nobody would see him anyway, and it would at least make him less desirable to Albel. Fayt's hormones weren't nearly as active as Albel's. Fayt's desire for sex was pretty satisfied after one time but Albel cold continue having sex all day, until Fayt's ass was sore and bleeding, and even then he would probably still want more.

Fayt sighed tiredly. "There's nothing to do around here. A miserable shack that you just come to for food and sleep. Probably all Albel ever does, except go down into his evil lair to torture victims." Fayt fell back onto the bed dramatically and grabbed two fistfuls of hair. "Damn it, I'm going to go crazy just sitting around like this!"

Fayt's eyes fell onto a small laptop sitting neatly next to Albel's desk. 'Hello, what's this?" He crept towards it cautiously, remembering the last time he had been curious about Albel's possessions. Albel had nearly killed him.

Fayt quickly made up his mind that he would rather be dead than suffer in agony with nothing to do. He slowly unfolded the laptop and turned it on.

It was fairly new and a pretty good model. It didn't have any games on it, much to Fayt's disappointment. However, there were several interesting looking text files.

Fayt opened one and scanned the document thoroughly. Just a list of names and business contacts. Nothing of interest.

The next one was also a list of names. However, this one had been updated more recently. Hundreds of names were listed, with addresses, phone numbers, and company positions. Albel had also put in a "status" column for each person. The first name had a status of "dead, knife wound, September 2nd." The next two names were also listed as dead, but of gunshot wounds and on September 3rd. Fayt scrolled down the list of names until he reached four names labeled "pending judgment". All the rest of the names were labeled as "targeted for further study."

"Oh good god," Fayt whispered. "His list of victims. Let's see what else I can find."

Fayt froze as he suddenly felt hot breath on the back of his neck. He hadn't heard his captor come in. "Interesting, isn't it?" Albel purred. "A rather large hit list, but I manage."

Fayt swallowed the fear tightening in his chest and slowly turned around. "You-you've already chosen all the people you're going to kill?"

Albel nodded slightly. "As long as no one else pisses me off, that'll be all."

Fayt drew in a shuddering breath. "That's a lot of people."

Albel shrugged carelessly. "Enemies are easy to come by." He narrowed his eyes. 'So, Fayt, are you ready for mindless fucking again?"

Fayt's eyes widened. "You want sex? Right now?"

"Always, love," Albel purred. "I don't care much for your personality, but you have a nice body. I adore breaking it in. Sex is good for the soul."

Fayt sighed heavily. "I don't feel up for it."

Albel arched an eyebrow delicately. "Oh? Never mind that. When I get through with you, you'll definitely be up for it." He chuckled.

Fayt turned pink. "Ah-I'm not sure about-"

Albel cut him off by delicately sucking on Fayt's bottom lip. Fayt was silent and completely nonresistant. He allowed Albel to slide off his shirt and slide a hand beneath the waistband of his pants. Fayt arched his back with a hiss at the sensations.

"And you told me you weren't ready," Albel whispered. He slowly undid the zipper of Fayt's pants.

Fayt let out a ragged gasp. "It's not that I'm turned on by what you do. You just happen to do the things that turn me on."

Albel scowled. "You'll get it extra hard tonight for that, love. And then maybe I'll fins some other way for you to do penance. Ropes make excellent whips."

Fayt's eyes hardened. "I don't care. Do what you want to me, Albel. You've taken my innocence away from me and now nothing matters."

Albel narrowed his eyes. "Fine by me. I'll just have to take you back to that time again. Return you to your innocence." He smiled wickedly.