A/N: Poor little Fayt…I'm just prolonging his agony. It all has to end sometime…but before it ends, I promise to make things really exciting…and really brutal. XD but anyway…not a lot of action here really…just Fayt and Albel lovey-dovey…as if they were almost normal. XD

Disclaimer: How unfortunate…I really wish I owned Albel or Fayt.

Fayt was beginning to think perhaps he was enjoying himself too much. Maybe Albel was rubbing off on him more than he thought.

It was a Sunday and Albel had gathered seven victims down in the basement. Despite Fayt's reservations, Albel had invited, no, insisted that Fayt come and watch him torture them.

Fayt was initially afraid of how he might react, that he might hurt Albel again. But almost as soon as Albel began, Fayt knew it was safe.

For some reason, the nurses were all extremely comical. They had short, round bodies and over-developed breasts. Their hair was bleached and almost white blond and their eyelashes were extremely overdone. As soon as Albel placed the first victim on the table and tied her done with a lot more rope that Albel would have liked, Fayt began giggling. The whole scene was ridiculous in a way, the girl feebly struggling and trying to breathe despite her asthma.

Albel looked up with a scowl from his work, but as soon as he saw Fayt's amusement, he began to smile too. "Yes, Fayt. I can't believe how silly this is. Too much work, too much effort all for naught. It's just not worthy torturing them. Chubby blonde bimbos." Albel made a disgusted noise. "All clones of each other. How I managed to set it up so I had to deal with so many on one day is beyond me, but deal with them I must. But in a way that these swine deserve."

Albel hacked away at the ropes and the girl rolled off the table, trying to stand on wobbly legs. Albel made her struggle easier by simply hacking off her legs. She fell with a wet gasping sound. Albel's face twisted in revulsion and he brought his axe down upon her over and over again, determined to rid himself of having to look at her. At last, there was only a pile of limbs and guts in a pool of stomach bile and blood to prove that there had once been a living being.

Albel threw away the axe in disgust. "I can't stand to look at them. You do it, Fayt."

"Me?" Fayt looked startled.

"Either that or I'll have to starve them to death. They're so disgusting," Albel grumbled. "Fat slobs trying to be gorgeous and failing miserably. It's enough to make me gag. They used to be relatively decent looking but they've really let themselves go in the past few years."

"I'm only thirty-two," one nurse protested.

"You don't look it,' Albel snapped. "Look at you! You're supposed to know what it means to be healthy. How on earth could all of you simply become so wretched so fast?"

"We were laid off," the nurse said calmly, staring at Albel through filmy eyes.

Albel snorted. "What irony. You don't see me gaining wait like that, do you? No, I was healthier after I was kicked out of a job. But you…so despicable. I can't stand it anymore. You don't deserve to live!"

Albel stood behind Fayt, hooking his legs under Fayt's ankles so the boy would fall backwards, into Albel's chest. Albel put his arms around Fayt's waist and slowly reached around him to place a gun in Fayt's hands.

Fayt's hands shook as he held it. "Wha-I can't do this."

Albel smiled and gently bit down on Fayt's shoulder. "I'll help you."

Albel hands guided Fayt's fingers to the trigger and pulled Fayt's arms to aim. With a quick press, Albel pulled the trigger and fired down the line of women, killing all six.

Albel slowly loosened his grip on Fayt's arms and let his hands slide away. Fayt instantly dropped the gun onto the floor. "I killed them," he whispered sadly.

"They deserved it," Albel purred into his ear. "No come, let's get these flabby bodies to somewhere where we won't have to see them."

Once again, Fayt assisted Albel with disposing of the bodies. That way, they could drag the bodies twice the usual distance from the scene and hopefully throw off the police.

Once back in their hideout, Albel began the slow process of cleaning off the traces of blood. Fayt stood by idly watching him, a vacant look in his eyes as he kept repeating over and over to himself. "I killed them. I killed them."

Albel made an irritated sound in his throat. "Get over it, Fayt. You're a murderer's lover." He rose and put his hand on Fayt's shoulder in a comforting gesture.

'Don't touch me!" Fayt shrieked, flinging Albel's hand away. He stared at Albel with an almost insane look in his eyes. "I'm unclean. I'm a murderer too," he said with a demented laugh.

Albel scowled at him. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this…"

Albel wrestled Fayt into the wall and pinned him there as he began ripping open Fayt's shirt, exposing his chest.

Fat whimpered and squirmed but Albel was firm. Finally the shirt was slit all the way through and it slid off Fayt's shoulders like a loose vest. Fayt looked confused at what had happened.

Albel then reached up and slid a black silk collar around Fayt's neck and fastened it in the back. He smiled cheerfully and flicked at the dog tag. "Fayt Leingod. Property of Albel Nox."

Fayt calmed down almost immediately, the weight of the collar serving as a reminder to him. He smiled sheepishly and slowly ducked his head. "Yes, master."

Albel's eyes widened in surprise. "Master?"

Fayt blinked innocently and ran a finger lightly over his bottom lip. "Isn't that what you want from me? I'm submissive to you, like a slave, like a dog."

Albel grinned at this new change in Fayt. "Yes, I like the sound of that. My adoring little pet or my hot young sex slave. Things could be quite exciting for me."

Fayt nodded, a sudden thrill going through his chest. He liked the feeling of losing control. He had only brought it upon himself of course, but now he had let Albel take the reins and he eagerly anticipated what delightful things he would do to him now that he knew Fayt was willing.

Albel put a hand under Fayt's chin and tipped his head up to look him in the eye. "Kneel, Fayt," he commanded.

Fayt did so obediently, waiting for further instructions from Albel.

Albel slowly sank down to sit next to Fayt. He pushed Fayt onto his back and straddled his waist. "My love, I shall fuck you senseless," he declared.

Fayt's eyes shone with happiness. "Yes, master. I was made for your purpose. Let me be the object of your desire."

Albel slowly removed Fayt's pants and then his own. Fayt waited in respectful silence, but he could not help staring at Albel's beautiful body.

Finally, Albel was ready. Without another word, he slid himself into Fayt. Fayt let out a contented sigh and then cried out ecstatically as Albel began thrusting harder and harder into him.

"Yes, yes! More, master, more! Deeper, harder!"

Albel eagerly complied. The thought of having so much power over Fayt drove him mad with desire.

Fayt was wearing nothing except his collar, which clinked softly as Albel pounded into Fayt's body. Fayt moaned, reveling in Albel's ownership of him.

Albel smirked. "You like that, huh? You were born for this, Fayt. You're such a passive and submissive creature, longing for someone to take charge of you, to use you for their purposes. Too bad you didn't realize earlier how much you adore being dominated. But then again, you never would have met me."

Fayt stared up at Albel, his eyes completely glazed with pleasure. "Yes...mas…ter," he panted out.

Albel slammed into him hard and with an urgent motion, he grasped Fayt's erection. Fayt gasped and squeezed his eyes shut, his body overloading with the wonderful stimulation.

A few moments later, Albel sat beside Fayt, calmly licking semen off his fingers. Fayt was still lying on the floor, curled up in the fetal position.

"So, I don't have a name anymore?" Albel asked, his gaze drifting to Fayt.

Fayt uncurled and looked at Albel curiously. "You still have a name. I will use it if you wish me to. But I still belong to you, even if I don't say it."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Albel slipped a finger under Fayt's collar and used it to pull Fayt close to him for a kiss.

Fayt relaxed and let Albel hold him on his lap. "I would do anything for you," Fayt whispered. "I would die if it means you could live and continue your work."

"I don't need that," Albel said gruffly. "Life wouldn't be so interesting without you."

Fayt blushed cutely. 'Well, if the choice came that either you or I would die; I would die first so you could live."

Albel wrapped his arms around Fayt and affectionately ruffled Fayt's hair. "I know you would. You are a perfect helper to me."