A/N: Yes, I'm back…with more torture. XD I know…I left off at kind of a cliff-hanger. Why was Fayt being so crazy? What happens to him next? Does he flip out and go completely insane? Well…you'll find out.
Disclaimer: I'm a fan...writing fanfiction…therefore not the creator...because it would be incredibly lame to be writing fanfictions of my own stuff.
As soon as Albel had dropped off the body behind the hospital with a note attached, he got to work cleaning off the blood, including the blood spattered on Fayt. Fayt was extremely uncooperative with that part, although he had eagerly assisted Albel with disposing of the body.
Instead of being able to clean Fayt's face without any resistance, it soon became a battle for dominance. Fayt was pushing at Albel, trying to squirm away from him and Albel was trying to pin Fayt to the wall and dabbing at Fayt's face with the washcloth at every chance. Little by little, the blood was finally removed.
Albel was surprised at how intensely Fayt wanted to be blood spattered. Albel had at first thought that Fayt had completely lost his mind and was insensible to everything around him. Fayt was raving mad, there was no doubt about it, but he did know what was happening.
After Fayt was finally cleaned off, Albel stepped away with a satisfied nod. Fayt instantly pounced, pushing Albel against the wall. Albel was slightly startled, but before he had the chance to really react, Fayt was all over him, kissing him and running his hands all over him. After that, Albel didn't feel like pushing Fayt away. He kissed back just as fiercely, grinning at the fiery lust in Fayt's eyes.
Somehow, Albel managed to carry Fayt upstairs and lead him towards the bed. Fayt's eyes lit up with vicious delight as he pushed Albel towards the bed. Albel lost his balance, but grabbed onto Fayt's shirt so he would be pulled down too.
Fayt held onto Albel tightly and continued kissing him and running his hands down all over Albel's body and under his shirt. They continued to fight for dominance, rolling across the bed, each taking a turn on top until Albel pushed Fayt off him and they lay side by side, staring at each other.
Fayt still looked like a wild animal. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, ready to bit Albel if he was forced to wait much longer.
Albel chuckled. "You liked that, didn't you?" he teased.
Fayt turned glittering, blood-thirsty green eyes on Albel.
"You liked watching her die," Albel purred.
"Yes," Fayt stated, his voice raspier and drenched with desire. He grabbed onto the front of Albel's shirt and pulled him closer. He stared at Albel intensely. "You did it so perfectly. She was my victim, and if I had the chance to kill her, I would have done it the same way. May the damn bitch rot in hell," he growled.
Albel smirked and toyed with the idea of taking Fayt then and there, but he resisted the urge at least for the moment. "Well then, Fayt, maybe next time you can kill someone yourself. How does that sound?"
"Yes," Fayt snapped. "Now enough dawdling. Time for sex."
Albel looked amused. "It aroused you, did it?'
Fayt's eyes narrowed. "Of course. Now, don't pretend you don't want it too."
Albel laughed. "I won't. I'll gladly have sex with you anytime."
"Good. Start stripping."
Albel raised an eyebrow. "Who made you the boss?"
Fayt bared his teeth savagely. "I did, as soon as I learned what it's like to kill. I don't want to have to kill you, but I will if I can't have sex with you."
Albel scowled at Fayt and pinned him down on his back. "You can be just as cruel and violent as I am and I'm fine with that. I'll admit that you fighting back is pretty damn sexy. But you have to realize that death threats won't work on me. You don't have any power over me."
Fayt had heard enough. With a sharp twist of his body, he pushed upwards and pushed Albel backwards, reversing their positions. Fayt began pulling at Albel's clothes, tearing them off. Albel fought back with equal vigor and both of them were soon naked.
Another struggle broke out, both men wrestling each other for control. Albel was breathing hard and Fayt was panting in between his low, guttural growls. Albel let out a soft groan as Fayt's erection rubbed against his own throbbing arousal.
Fayt grinned evilly. "You're not as in control as you think you are."
Albel's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "I am in charge and I always will be. I'm the master, Fayt."
Albel grabbed Fayt's hands and twisted them behind his back, ignoring the boy's howls of pain. Albel pressed a knee against the small of Fayt's back, forcing him to bend forward over the bed.
Fayt struggled fiercely but Albel held on tightly, his nails digging into Fayt's skin. "Let go of me," Fayt snarled, thrashing wildly.
"No," Albel ground out through gritted teeth. He pushed forward, pushing himself into Fayt.
Fayt let out a short gasp that dissolved into a desperate cry. "Oh god!" Fayt wailed, arching back against Albel.
Fayt began panting heavily, his eyes squeezed shut. Albel slowly let go of Fayt's hands and the boy instantly dropped them down onto the bed, clutching desperately at the sheets. Albel gradually moved his hands up to grip Fayt's shoulders and pull his closer as he removed his knee from Fayt's back.
But it soon became clear that Fayt wasn't going anywhere, even if Albel hadn't been holding onto him. Fayt moaned loudly and moved in time with Albel's thrusts.
Albel finally trusted his lover enough again to turn him around. After some maneuvering, Albel was sitting down, holding Fayt on his lap. Fayt wrapped his legs around Albel's waist and leaned back, his head thrown back in the throes of ecstasy.
Albel held Fayt loosely, allowing the boy to thrash and squirm as much as he wanted. Albel kissed Fayt and gently nipped at his exposed throat. Fayt slowly opened glazed green eyes and stared at Albel, panting harshly through his open mouth.
Albel could feel Fayt's body trembling and he could tell by the pattern of Fayt's moans that he was getting close. Albel took pity on the boy and increased his pace. Fayt let out a hoarse cry and bucked wildly.
Fayt tensed up suddenly, his eyes wide with surprise. He arched backward sharply, clutching at Albel's arms. Albel held onto him as best he could so Fayt wouldn't fall.
With a deep sigh and a shudder passing through his body, Fayt slumped forward against Albel and buried his face against Albel's chest. Albel soothingly rubbed Fayt's back. "Just a little longer, love. Don't fall asleep yet."
Even in his exhausted state, Fayt could still pick up on Albel's throaty whisper and he understood what was needed. He raised his head and brought his lips to Albel's, moaning into his mouth. Fayt pulled away from Albel and graced him with a blissfully tired smile. He intertwined his fingers with Albel's and hissed his encouragement.
Albel's breathing quickened and with a short groan, he pumped his seed into Fayt's body.
A deep flush spread across Fayt's face and he ducked his head in embarrassment, secretly feeling quite pleased.
Albel smirked and cupped a hand under Fayt's cheek. "And you would fall asleep before that?"
Fayt pressed his face against Albel's palm and closed his eyes with a soft smile, his eyelashes brushing against Albel's fingertips. "No, I wouldn't want to miss that. It feels so good. You make me feel complete."
Albel smiled faintly. "Such a good pet. So willing, so gentle, yet to intensely sexual. You make such beautiful sounds."
Fayt hid his face in Albel's embrace. "Maybe you should tape them so you won't get lonely while hunting," he mumbled, his voice muffled.
"Cold?" Albel asked sympathetically.
"No," Fayt said quietly, raising his face for a gentle kiss from Albel. "I just want to be with you, to be held by you, to be loved by you, to be kissed and fucked-"
"You want it all," Albel said with a slight smile.
"Yes," Fayt whispered. "I love you so much. I'll take anything you can give me. I'm sorry about earlier. I almost hurt you and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had."
Albel cocked his head to one side. "Yes, Fayt. Tell me about that. Why'd you flip out?"
Fayt sighed and began settling into bed. "I didn't know that seeing a murder would affect me so much. I mean, I watched you crush another girl's skull and I was horrified. But this time, I was practically cheering you on. Maybe it's because I brought her here. I became part of the process of capturing her and she became my enemy too. I thought more about bringing her to justice for my own selfish reasons. I forgot that you weren't killing my victim, I was helping you catch yours."
Albel crawled into the bed next to Fayt. "Remember what I told you. I am always the master."
Fayt's face turned bright pink. "That sounds so wrong."
Albel raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that any of this is right?"
"I suppose not," Fayt said slowly.