A/N: Yesh, yesh...I'm sorry. I haven't updated anything in awhile…I know. I'm so terrible. But...all I could really think of were ideas for new stories….and it's irritating to me to only be able to think of one chapter and then not continue the story…so I really want to at least finish this one before really going onto anything else.

Disclaimer: Still, I don't own Albel and Fayt. I also don't own Dexter either.

The day after Fayt's birthday dawned cold and rainy. Fayt shivered and burrowed deeper under the blankets. It was so cold. Fayt didn't want to move and he didn't want Albel to move either. He needed Albel's body heat to keep him warm.

Albel shifted uncomfortably as Fayt clung to him. "Come on, now. It's morning. Time to get up."

"But it's so cold," Fayt whined. "Please, stay here."

"The bed is only for sex or sleeping," Albel said firmly. "If you feel like lazing about, go lie on the couch."

Fayt sighed unhappily. The cold made him feel lazy and lethargic. He didn't want to get out of the warm blankets, even if it was just for the short walk to the couch.

Albel slowly came to realize Fayt's dilemma and he smiled softly. "Okay, Fayt. I'll carry you. You won't have to put your feet on the cold floor."

Albel slid out of bed and scooped up Fayt, still tightly nestled in his blankets and carried him over to the couch, bridal-style. Albel set Fayt down and then settled in next to him. Fayt uncurled himself briefly to drape the blankets around Albel and invite him into the cocoon of warmth.

Albel pulled the blankets completely over them both, shielding them from the world. He smiled at Fayt who was tightly pressed against Albel for warmth. "We need to get you warmer clothes," Albel whispered. "You're wearing underwear again all the time, aren't you?"

"Yes," Fayt whispered back. "It's too cold not to."

"Pity," Albel murmured. "Sex might warm you up."

Fayt flushed. "Err…Albel?"

Albel gently bit down on Fayt's lower lip. "Don't say a thing, Fayt. I know you want it." He rolled over on top of Fayt, pressing his captive's body down into the couch.

Fayt was beginning to feel warmer. He sighed contentedly and let Albel run his hands over him, pulling off his clothes. It was getting harder to breathe under the layers of blankets, so Albel gently flipped the blankets off from over their head and pushed them down to their waists.

Fayt panted softly as Albel slipped a hand down into Fayt's underwear. Albel grinned. "Still so sensitive. You're pretty aroused now, aren't you?"

"Yes," Fayt admitted sheepishly.

"Good. All the more reason to have sex."

Fayt whimpered as Albel roughly pushed himself inside of Fayt's body. It didn't hurt that much anymore. Fayt was far too used to it, but it was a little uncomfortable.

Albel shifted slightly, but before he had a chance to do much else, Fayt whispered, "Albel, tell me a story."

Albel looked surprised. With even the slightest bit of sexual stimulation, Fayt was usually beyond all conscious though. But Fayt knew what he wanted and would not let sex distract him. "A story? My story?"

Fayt nodded.

Albel looked disappointed. "Now?"

Fayt nodded eagerly.

Albel sighed. "Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any."

Albel resettled their positions, lying beside Fayt on the couch, with Fayt facing away from him so he couldn't see his expression. Albel rested his head on Fayt's shoulder and murmured softly. "I've always been a violent person, ever since I was a child. When I was young, I took pleasure in stripping the wings off butterflies and stepping on snails. Dad once caught me roasting a lizard on a stick over our barbecue." Albel shrugged nonchalantly. "I just couldn't help it. I enjoyed watching things suffer. I enjoyed pain and death. I didn't hate the little creatures I killed; they had done nothing at all. But the urge to maim and kill was far too strong."

Albel sighed heavily and wrapped his arms around Fayt's waist. "I suppose it's my fault my mother was killed. Dad blamed her for giving birth to me, the terrible demon child. I was kicked out of the Boy Scouts, you know. It was for using dead squirrels as fishing bait. Squirrels that I had killed."

"Albel," Fayt whispered, trying to roll over and talk to Albel face to face.

Albel thrust into Fayt, reminding him that they were still connected. Fayt sighed softly and stilled.

Albel ran his tongue over Fayt's back. "My dad," he hissed. "My father killed my mother and I had to take revenge. My mother was the only person that remotely considered me normal. But then again, I suppose all mothers feel that way about their children. Either way, my father killed her and then killed my brother and sister to assure that they would not turn out like me." Albel stared off into space. "What a pity. We fought to the death and he lost. The world still has to put up with me."

"But you did it for your mother," Fayt whispered. "Your father shouldn't have done that. He should have been jailed. And you should have gotten some kind of therapy. You could've been normal."

"No," Albel growled. "I can never be normal. Not when something inside me tells me to keep killing keep murdering. As long as I'm taking revenge, the killing won't be senseless. I feel almost like I'm doing something good. I feel like Dexter."

"Who's Dexter?"

"Dexter is a very special serial killer," Albel purred. "Let me read you the book about him."

Albel pulled away from Fayt and got up. Fayt whimpered sadly at the loss of warmth but waited patiently for Albel to return.

Albel settled back onto the couch and pulled Fayt onto his lap. "Let me read you the story about Dexter so you'll understand how similar I am to him."

"I don't want to hear about Dexter," Fayt protested. 'I want to hear about you."

"Shush," Albel said warningly. "It'll help you understand me."

"Well, you don't need to read me the whole story. Just summarize it."

Albel looked amused. "Poor, Fayt. Are you really that anxious to learn about me? Well, you need to be more patient or else I'll also make you wait until we have another round before continuing on. So what'll it be, love? Sex or a story?"

Fayt groaned to himself and reluctantly settled down into Albel's arms. "Okay, go ahead and read the bloody book."

Albel kissed Fayt's cheek. "Good pet. You're learning nicely. And after I get done with my story, I might have to reward you."

"Which means sex," Fayt said wearily.

Albel chuckled darkly. 'Not this time. I'm going to teach you some of the finer aspects of torture, and if that turns you on, so be it. Now, for our lovely little story…"