A/N: The more I write of this story, the more I realize how much I love torturing Fayt. I might not ever go back to writing fluff. XD

Disclaimer: Fayt and Albel belong to someone else. I'm just twisting them for my own purposes.

Albel smiled at Fayt as the boy began squirming under his intense stare. "What are you doing?" Fay asked nervously.

Albel sighed heavily, but still smiled. "Ah well. It looks like simply admiring your beauty isn't enough. What a pity. I'll have to touch you."

Fayt scowled. "I'm not that sensitive."

Albel shrugged. "Some people become very aroused by watching porn, or by watching their partner touch himself. They're not being touched, but they still react quite nicely."

Fayt frowned. "That's a lot different from being watched like you're going to be someone's meal."

Albel chuckled. "I'm no cannibal, Fayt. Besides, if I ate you, what would I do for sex?" He paused and looked at Fayt thoughtfully. "Although, you could probably do without a few fingers."

Fayt shuddered and thrust his hands behind his back, away from Albel's gaze.

Albel laughed and lowered his eyelids. "You're so fascinating, Fayt. You still trust me and take me at my word. It's so fun to tease you."

Fayt scowled. "It's my birthday, so you're supposed to be nice to me."

"Ah yes, our little game." Albel looked at Fayt with lust-filled eyes. "My precious little pet, just how much does your body want me?"

Albel gently pushed Fayt down onto the bed and kissed him hungrily. Fayt willingly parted his teeth for Albel's warm tongue. It felt so good to feel so needed.

Albel pulled back and regarded Fayt with his head cocked to one side. He looked almost as flushed as Fayt was. "This will be so hard for me," Albel sighed unhappily. "But, I must respect my pet's wishes. It's his birthday."

Fayt's eyes widened in surprise. But he was quickly distracted as Albel bit down on his collarbone and then rubbed the wounded spot with gentle fingers. "My precious pet," Albel purred. "So beautiful. Such a sweet taste." He gently nipped at Fayt's neck and then licked the same spot.

Fayt blushed first in embarrassment at being treated so well, but his mind was soon distracted by the pleasure. Albel was being uncharacteristically gentle and his voice was soothing. Fayt felt very important to Albel. Albel would have much rather had sex with him, no matter how wore Fayt was, but he didn't. He was respecting Fayt's condition and trying to make Fayt feel good without hurting him.

Albel nipped Fayt's ear. "Feeling good yet?" he whispered huskily.

"Yes," Fayt panted.

Albel smiled. "I'll make you feel even better."

Albel bit and licked a trail down Fayt's chest, stopping at Fayt's navel. He cautiously dipped his tongue into Fayt's belly button and then pulled back. 'That far and no further," he murmured.

Albel drew Fayt into his arms and held him tightly. "How can I live without putting my hands on you?" Albel whispered. He clutched at Fayt's back, his nails breaking the skin. "Such an innocent mind and a perfect willing body. How can something this wonderful exist?"

Albel pressed Fayt back against the bed and began kissing him furiously, as if to devour him. "And to think you would belong to me," Albel whispered throatily. "For me to have such a perfect lover. It must be in return for all the tragedies I have faced. Somehow my fortune is improving."

He smiled at Fayt crookedly. "Somehow, you're too good to be true. I wonder if you feel the same way." He gently bit down on Fayt's nipple and massaged the wounded area with his tongue.

Fayt moaned softly and threw his head back. His eyes were becoming glazed with desire.

Albel sighed and his eyes became sad. "Hold me, Fayt. I don't deserve you. I've done terrible things."

Fayt sat up and wrapped his arms around Albel. "Come on, don't say that. Calm down, Albel."

Albel's eyes widened with fright. "They were still alive when I buried them!" he shrieked.

He began to hyperventilate. "We were supposed to be a family," he wailed. "I killed them. I killed them!"

He began clawing at his throat. "Make it stop, Fayt! Their ghosts are still haunting me! They won't let me sleep. They'll never leave me alone as long as I live."

Fayt pulled Albel's hands away and tried to calm him down. But Albel was clearly panicked and he didn't seem to recognize Fayt. He screamed incoherently and tried to push Fayt away.

Suddenly Albel's body went limp. He stared at Fayt with his eyes half-lidded with lust. "Let's play a game, Fayt."

"What game? The game we were just playing?"

Albel shook his head, an evil smile forming on his lips. "No. Let's play hide and seek."

"Er, I don't think you should play that in your condition," Fayt said nervously.

Albel ignored him as if he had not spoken. "And if you lose, I'll nail you to the basement wall by your middle fingers. Then you'll be like an angry Jesus, flipping off the world for all eternity." He broke into loud, deranged laughter.

Fayt was disturbed. "Albel, come on. Snap out of it."

But Albel continued laughing, with no sign of stopping.

Fayt scowled and slapped Albel hard across the face.

Albel broke off and blinked in surprise. "Fayt, did you-?"

"Did I what?" Fayt asked irritably.

"Did you just hit me?"

"Yes, because you needed it."

Albel smiled sadly. "Ah. Poor Fayt. It's his birthday. I'm supposed to be making him aroused, not the other way around."

Fayt scowled. "You got off on that?"

"Haven't I told you before, Fayt? Pain is pleasure. If I can't please you with pain, I have to do it to myself. You save me from hurting myself."

Fayt frowned. "So you're a masochist and a sadist all at once?"

Albel smiled. "I'm afraid so."

Fayt was silent for a moment and then he cautiously spoke. "Can I ask you a question, Albel?"

Albel cocked his head to one side. "Yes, love. What is it?"

"Have you ever buried any of your victims?"

Albel scowled. "No. I leave the bodies for the police to find. The only people I burry are ones I haven't killed."

"So you buried your family?"

"And you buried them while they were still dying because there was no hope for them but now you feel guilty because they might have survived?"

"Who told you that?" Albel asked sharply.

"You did, while you went insane."

"I've been insane for years," Albel said dismissively.

"I think you need to see a psychiatrist," Fayt said earnestly.

Albel laughed. "You only say that after I've killed over 300. No, Fayt. The only doctor I can get is you."