A/N: Heh, I had to take a brief hiatus from the story so I could fill out my college applications which are due today…but I finished them yesterday…so I'm free! Free to watch Haguashi no Naku Koro Ni. That's a pretty trippy but awesome show. Thanks, koril-san! Now, if only I would stop being amazed by random things so I could seriously get to work…
Disclaimer: Really, nothing much belongs to me…I work for a living…but I wish I made money off these things…it would be so much easier.
The days began to blend for Fayt. Time passed quickly, consumed by pleasure and mindless sex. Fayt found himself more and more often lying on his back on the bed, his body sticky with semen and his mind still hazy. Albel often had time to go out and drag in a few bodies while Fay recovered. Then he would sit on the side of the bed and stroke Fayt's forehead, watching as the boy's breathing returned to normal and the glazed look in his eyes faded.
Albel was intrigued by the fact that Fayt never seemed to get less sensitive. The same light touch affected him the same way it did weeks ago. Fayt was still easily aroused. He still writhed and moaned as much as he had done the first time he began to enjoy sex. But at least he learned to last longer.
Albel loved Fayt's reactions when he touched him, the ready blush and embarrassment at being the object of such unbridled lust. Fayt wanted sex almost as much as Albel did, but he didn't believe he deserved it, so he would never ask for it. However, Albel would often catch Fayt watching him with undisguised desire, but as soon as he realized Albel saw him, Fayt would look away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. That was the only way Fayt would ever let Albel know he wanted sex. And Albel could never refuse his perfect little angel.
Fayt was content with the situation. Albel was generally kind to him, except when he went through one of his weird phases were he felt like cutting or biting Fayt to heighten passion. Fayt agreed that it worked, but it always made him feel nervous seeing Albel with a knife in his hand.
"Fayt," Albel hissed.
Fayt yawned and crawled out from under the blankets. He had been asleep, dreaming of the first time Albel had actually let him snuggle up to him. Surprisingly, Albel didn't mind cuddling up with Fayt at all. He would hold him and let Fayt rest his head against Albel's chest. Of course, this happy moment only lasted for about fifteen minutes before Albel got impatient and started groping Fayt's ass. Not that Fayt minded, much.
Fayt blinked sleepily and winced at the painful soreness from last night's sex. 'What is it, Albel?" he asked tiredly.
Albel grinned at him. "Do you know what day it is?"
Fayt sighed. "No. I keep track of the days by how many bodies you bring in, but lately, you've done so while I was asleep…so I have no idea."
"Not the day of the week, the date."
Fayt frowned. "No. Is it some kind of holiday or something?"
"Of course it is. Today's your birthday."
Fayt gasped and his eyes widened. "Really? I've been with you for over a month?"
Albel smirked. "Don't tell me your ass can't tell that it's been abused for a long period of time." His voice was light and teasing as he traced his finger around the waist band of Fayt's pants and gently squeezed his butt.
Fayt blushed. "Come on, Albel. I'm still sore from last night."
"Live a little," Albel murmured. "It's your birthday, so don't tell me you're just going to whine and bitch about how sore you are all day. That's boring."
"I'm not-" Fayt began to protest.
Albel grabbed onto Fayt's shoulders and slammed him against the wall. He began to kiss Fayt aggressively, forcing Fayt's mouth open with his tongue. Fayt gasped and began to squirm as he began needing air. Albel's hands were against Fayt's collarbone, almost to his neck. Fayt couldn't breathe. He tried to push Albel away, but Albel grabbed his hands and held him against the wall with his elbows.
Almost at the last second, Albel let go of Fayt and let the boy slump back onto the bed, gasping for breath. "Happy birthday," Albel said gruffly as he walked out of the shack.
Fayt put a trembling hand up to his chest to try to still his rapidly beating heart.. "How could he do that to me?" Fayt whispered. "He seems almost normal one minute and the next minute he wants to kill me."
"I could never kill you, love," Albel murmured.
Fayt's eyes quickly turned towards the sound, seeing Albel standing there in the open doorway, looking at him strangely.
"Aargh, don't sneak up on me like that!" Fayt growled. "It creeps me out."
Albel walked across the room and settled down on the bed next to Fayt. "I could never kill you, Fayt. You're not one of the bad ones."
"Who are the bad ones and what did they do?" Fayt asked suspiciously.
Albel smiled. "That's a story for another day. You birthday is supposed to be happy. You don't need the sordid details of my past life." He nipped at Fayt's ear affectionately.
Fayt sighed. "Yeah. My first birthday without celebrating it with my family. Thy must be worried sick about me by now. I'm surprised no ones' come searching."
Albel shrugged. 'With a murderer on the loose, no one strays too far from home. They probably think you're dead anyway." He smiled apologetically. "I would hate for you to be unhappy on your birthday, Fayt. Are you sure you don't want to go home?"
Fayt looked down sadly. "They won't accept me now. Sex with you has separated me from them. It's sex before marriage and with another man too."
Albel cocked his head to one side. "Would it help if I married you?"
Fayt flushed. "You-d-you'd do that for me?"
"Of course, pet. It gives me an excuse to touch you." He grinned crookedly and gently unbuttoned Fayt's shirt.
Fayt looked embarrassed. "Being married to you won't make it any better in my parents' eyes."
"I know." Albel sighed and sat back, staring at Fayt. "You think too much. You need to feel. Like this." He slid a hand up the inside of Fayt's thigh.
Fayt inhaled sharply and his pink cheeks deepened to crimson. "Ngh. A-Albel," he whimpered.
"Ah," Alel said with a knowing smirk. "Your poor sore bottom. Are you sure you don't want sex? It is your birthday, after all."
Fayt sighed unhappily. "But my ass is still sore from last time…"
"Tell you what," Albel said playfully. "I bet I could make you come without even touching you ass."
"That's probably not too hard," Fayt muttered.
"You'll get to keep your pants on," Albel continued. "And I promise not to touch you from the waist down. It's almost a game, to see how sensitive you are, how long you can last."
Fayt shrugged. "Not exactly a normal birthday party game, but it sounds interesting."
Albel gazed at Fayt through half-lidded eyes. 'Well, let the games begin."