A/N: Poor little Fayt….being Albel's little pawn for so long...and it just keeps getting better.
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape or form own any SO3 charries.
Fayt opened weary eyes. He felt exhausted, absolutely drained of all energy. He could barely lift his head, but he did so just enough to glance around. The walls were a blinding white and a window was open, letting in a brilliant sunrise. Fayt felt slightly puzzled. It looked like heaven, but if this was heaven, why did he feel so worn out?
A cloud passed over the sun and it began to lightly rain. Fayt sighed heavily to himself. So this wasn't heaven after all. Fayt saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye and Albel detached himself from the wall to sit on the bed next to Fayt.
"All better?" Albel asked tenderly, indicating Fayt's bandaged wounds.
Confusion flickered in Fayt's eyes. "So, I'm not dead?"
"Why would you be dead?"
"I thought you killed me,' Fayt said sadly. "I thought I was useless to you so you decided to get rid of me."
Albel kissed Fayt's forehead. "I'm not done with you yet. I haven't taught you all I know about deliciously kinky sex and how to bring pleasure to yourself and your victim through torture. Or maybe just pleasure to yourself, either way."
Albel lowered his eyelids. "Anyway, Fayt. I'm touched by your concern. Are you actually that worried that I don't need you? Your worry only makes me desire you more. You're perfect, Fayt. Lying there in complete submission, believing I will kill you, but not resisting me. Mmn, it makes me hard just thinking about it."
Fayt whimpered pitifully as Albel gently rubbed a hand against his crotch.
Albel cocked his head to one side. "You want it, love?"
Fayt nodded vigorously. "Yes. Don't-don't do that when I'm here"
"Are you sure you're up to it?" Albel raised an eyebrow as he glanced over the bandages plastered across Fayt's chest.
"Yes." Fayt laboriously struggled to a sitting position and raised a hand to tug Albel down onto the bed. He pouted as Albel gave him a casual smile. "What's wrong with a little bit of soreness and stiffness? I can handle it."
"Good boy," Albel purred. "I'll take away all your pain."
Fayt found himself impossibly aroused as Albel began yanking off his pants. Fayt was cooperative, trying to lie in a way that would make it easier on Albel and actually helping as much as he could with his sore chest.
Albel took pity on Fayt and decided to be gentle. He carefully spread Fayt's legs and slowly slid himself into Fayt's body. He almost abandoned his plan when Fayt sighed gratefully, his eyes clouded with lust.
"Stop that," Albel growled.
Fayt looked startled. 'Stop what?"
Albel narrowed his eyes. "I'm trying to do things nice and easy so I don't split open your cuts again and when you start making those sounds, it makes me want to fuck you until you bleed."
Fayt smiled weakly. "Sorry. I'll try to enjoy myself less."
"That's not what I meant," Albel growled, nipping at Fayt's collarbone.
Fayt hissed and squirmed. Albel put a hand firmly upon Fayt's chest, holding him down. "Okay, keep calm, Fayt. I want to get this done with as nicely as possible."
Fayt nodded solemnly. "Okay, Albel. I'm ready."
Albel suddenly brightened, with a cheerful grin that could only mean trouble. "And after I'm done with you, I'm going to get some more victims. What fun." He laughed and affectionately kissed Fayt.
Fayt's body arched up from the bed as Albel pushed into him. "Mmn," he moaned softly.
Albel was careful not to touch Fayt's shoulders or stomach as much as possible. 'No pain?" he asked.
Fayt shook his head. "No," he panted. 'Feels good. How could it hurt when I'm so glad to be alive?"
Albel nodded knowingly and gently stroked Fayt's genitals with one hand and held down his captive's hips with the other.
A few minutes later, Albel was calmly licking semen off his fingers while Fayt was lying there panting for breath. "As always, you've been a wonderful fuck," Albel purred. "But, we must stop our fun for now while I go round up some of my old co-workers for a little party in the basement."
"Do you have to go?" Fayt whined, clinging to Albel's hands. 'It's raining outside."
"It's just two today," Albel said gently. "Love, I need to go and hunt them down. I can't let them get away."
Fayt sighed sadly. "Yes, I know. But I'll miss you."
Albel cupped Fayt's face in his hands and he stared at him intently. "Do you need me that much already?"
Fayt's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Albel. I don't mean to keep you from your revenge."
"My revenge is not more important to me than you," Albel growled. "I'm not going to ignore you while I go hunting my victims and torturing them."
Fayt's blush deepened. "A-Albel," he whimpered.
"Now, now. Don't tell me you're unworthy or something like that. You're a big part of my life and I'm not about to push you away. So, that means you'll have to be my helper."
"Your helper?" Fayt shifted nervously. "But, Albel, I don't think I could kill anyone."
"Shh," Albel said soothingly. "I don't expect that much yet. All I want to do is teach you. When I bring down my victims into the basement, you must watch and learn."
Fayt looked worried, but he nodded slowly. "As long as I don't have to actually do anything to someone."
Albel gently kissed the top of Fayt's head. "No, your innocent mind is not suited for giving out violence, even to those that hurt me. You have much to learn, Fayt. But for now, I'll let you keep your gentle nature. Only after you have truly come to see the world as I do will I allow you to kill for me."
Fayt bowed his head in acknowledement. "I hope that day never comes."