A/N: Poor adorable little Fayt. I just love to torture him…and then torture him more by having him torture other people. But then…force him to like it. -nods-
Disclaimer: If I really owned Star Ocean, it wouldn't just be a video game…it would be a tv show and a movie…and then everyone would get to see the wonderful wonderfulness of Albel and Fayt. XD
Fayt had fallen asleep while Albel was out hunting and Albel did not want to bother waking him. So he took the two men down to the basement and gutted them like fish. Then he started mutilating their corpses almost beyond recognition, removing anything that looked remotely interesting. He dumped both their hearts in a vat of acid and sighed dreamily as he watched the tissue dissolve.
Albel walked back upstairs and wrote a note to their families before dragging the two bodies out on a tarp and laying them out in the park. He brushed his hands off in a firm, business-like manner and started back to the shack.
Fayt was still asleep when he returned so he settled down and watched Fayt writhe in his sleep. He could only imagine what the boy was dreaming about…
"Fayt," Albel whispered.
Fayt blinked and sat up in the bed. "What?" he glanced at the window and started. 'It's night already?"
"Yes, yes it is," Albel purred. He walked over from a darkened corner of the room and came to stand in front of the window, the moonlight bathing him in a white glow.
Fayt gasped softly. Albel was naked except for a long silky red ribbon wrapped around his body. He held the end in one hand and with a fluid motion cast the ribbon aside.
Fayt drew in a sharp breath as Albel turned to face him, his ruby eyes glittering in the soft light. Albel walked towards him and smiled seductively. 'Lie down, Fayt."
Fayt did as Albel asked, almost without thinking about it. He could only stare mindlessly at his beautiful lover, his mouth dropped open in shock.
Albel trailed a hand down Fayt's chest and then dipped his finger into Fayt's open mouth. "Suck," he commanded.
Fayt instantly tasted the coppery tang. 'Blood?" he asked worriedly.
Albel nodded. "This ribbon is also died with blood," he said calmly, happily stroking the fabric.
"That's a lot of blood to lose," Fayt said worriedly looking at the blood on his chest.
"Don't worry," Albel said smoothly. "I used my blood, not yours."
Fayt gasped. "No wonder you look so pale. Don't do that, Albel! Don't you want to carry out your revenge? Don't waste your life dying fabric."
Albel smiled as he gently lapped up the blood from Fayt's chest. 'I'm touched by your concern, but you won't be rid of me that easily."
Fayt shuddered and his eyes clouded over with lust. As Albel gently slipped his hand down to touch Fayt's ass, the boy closed his eyes in bliss.
Albel instantly drew his hand back and Fayt whined, staring at Albel in confusion.
"You must learn to work for my love," Albel said, his voice stern. "You must do exactly as I tell you, or I will not sleep with you tonight. Is that clear?"
Fayt nodded solemnly.
"Good. Now, keep still until I tell you that you can move again."
Fayt realized just how hard it would be for him to keep still as Albel began kissing him and gently nipping at the sensitive skin on his collarbone. But he would not move, he would not moan, he would not writhe with sweet agony.
Albel stopped and cocked his head to one side. "Stop breathing so loudly. Breathe slowly and softly."
Fayt tried desperately to regulate his breathing. He focused his attention on keeping his breathing steady and not on Albel's ministrations.
"Look at me," Albel commanded.
Fayt turned his gaze to Albel without moving his head. Albel stared into his eyes for a moment and then he nodded curtly. "You may move again."
"Oh god, Albel," Fayt whimpered, throwing his arms around his lover.
"I didn't say you could talk," Albel growled.
Fayt clamped his mouth shut and looked at Albel sheepishly.
Albel chuckled. "I'll let it slide this once, but in the future, you better be obedient."
Fayt nodded and ducked his head meekly.
"Good pet,' Albel purred. "Now, come over here and sit in my lap." He sat down on the couch and waited for Fayt to follow him.
Fayt silently crawled into Albel's lap and snuggled up against him, feeling his warm arms around him.
"Now, what would you like me to do to you?" Albel murmured.
Fayt looked at him questioningly and Albel nodded. "Say whatever you like, Fayt."
Fayt bit his lip. "I want you-I…" He trailed off uncomfortably.
"Yes?" Albel prodded, stroking the inside of Fayt's thigh.
"Ngh…I want-I want sex," Fayt whimpered.
"Oh really? What kind of sex? Oral sex?"
Fayt shook his head. "No, you know the kind I like best."
Albel raised an eyebrow. "Let me hear you say it."
Fayt turned pink. "I want…I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me."
Albel rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, silly me. That kind of sex. Of course."
Fayt sighed unhappily and Albel glared at him. 'Once again, you better do what I tell you or I'll stop."
Fayt nodded vigorously and Albel grinned. "Spread your legs, Fayt."
Fayt obeyed his command willingly, almost eagerly. Then he waited while Albel took his time gazing at Fayt's body.
Finally, Albel looked back into Fayt's eyes. "Okay, I will fuck you. But it better be worth it. I want you writhing and making all those beautiful noises that you do so well."
Fayt nodded quickly. That would not be hard.
"And you can not come until I tell you that you can."
Fayt blinked in surprise. Was that really possible? Could he actually control his body's reaction?
"But, Albel, is it really possible for me to-"
Albel glared at him. "Are you not doing what I ask?"
Fayt squeaked in alarm. "No, Albel, I'll try."
"You'll more than try. You'll do it. Now, keep your eyes open and look at me. Remember what I told you."
Fayt whimpered and arched his back against Albel as the vengeful killer suddenly thrust into him. Albel wrapped his arms around Fayt's waist and clamped his hands down on Fayt's arms. "Calm down, Fayt. I'm not hurting you."
Fayt agreed wholeheartedly. He liked the feeling of Albel claiming him as his. He panted happily and pushed back against Albel. He wanted more.
Fayt moaned as Albel increased his pace. A deep red flush spread across his face.
Fayt's cries became sharper, more needy. Albel was pushing him to his limit. He could feel his vision start to blur and his muscles tense.
"Not yet," Albel hissed.
Fayt whimpered pitifully. The powerful need for release clawed desperately at his chest.
Albel let go of Fayt's arms and gently massaged his captive's genitals. Fayt's face twisted in wonderful agony.
Albel brought his mouth down to Fayt's ear and whispered in a throaty voice, "Come for me, love."
Fayt jerked awake with a sharp cry as his orgasm hit him. He slumped backward, then jerked forwards with a startled gasp as he felt Albel's hands rub against his shoulders.
"Such an entertaining toy you are," Albel purred, his voice muffled against Fayt's back. "You even dream about me. I'm touched."
Fayt looked confused. "What? What's going on? It wasn't just a dream?"
Albel gently slid Fayt off his lap and settled beside him on the couch. "Just a dream? No, it wasn't." He shrugged helplessly. "I couldn't resist, love. I couldn't help molesting you in your sleep. That's probably what caused your lovely little dream."
"Oh," Fayt looked disappointed.
Albel looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "But of course, sex with you is always good, even when you're asleep."
And Albel laughed happily as Fayt's cheeks burned with embarrassment.