A/N: Just as I predicted…I've stuffed my story full of meaningless plot filler just to keep going with it. I love my story far too much to end it any time soon…but I mean, I'm really not furthering the plot…much. XD But next chapter….I'll put in the nice little scene I've been planning since I started…just trying to work my way to it…and then we'll see what happens from there. On another note…I was thinking over the story in my head…writing the next chapter mentally…and I realized I began doing it in third person…like "Fayt leaned up against me and I smirked at him" and I was all, "oh man...not good…not a good sign if I start talking like Albel…I'll end up as a serial killer too." So I might have left a little bit of first person narrating in there…and if you see any…point it out to me so I can fix it.

Disclaimer: Albel and Fayt still do not belong to me…and I'm not Albel! I swear!

"Hold out your hands, Fayt," Albel said solemnly.

Fayt looked slightly puzzled by the command, but he obeyed instantly.

Albel pulled out a length of thick rope from within his loose black trench coat and wound it around Fayt's hands, tying it with several intricate knots and binding Fayt's hands together tightly.

"I don't get it," said Fayt.

'What don't you get?" Albel asked patiently.

"The point of tying me up. I won't escape. You know that. I know that. So why are you still acting like I will?"

"It's just fun to pretend,' Albel said slyly.

Fayt pouted. "It's fun to pretend I want to run away and leave you? You'd rather I was back to that?"

"Oh no," Albel purred. "I don't mean it like that. I mean it like this." Albel stepped back slightly and tugged hard on the end of the rope, forcing Fayt's body towards him.

Fayt cried out in pain as the ropes bit into his skin and his arms were nearly ripped from his shoulders.

Albel wrapped his arms around Fayt and held him close. The rope was wound around Albel's arms and around his back, preventing Fayt from escaping, even if Albel let go.

And suddenly Fayt understood. He couldn't pull away from Albel because that would pull Albel towards him. He couldn't push away Albel, because that would push him towards the killer.

Fayt moaned softly and he blushed. The realization that he was completely helpless was suddenly very appealing.

Albel smirked. "I know you'd come around. Isn't this fun?"

Fayt suddenly shoved Albel hard. Albel stumbled backwards a few paces, dragging Fayt with him. He fell and Fayt fell too, landing on top of Albel with a frightened yelp.

Albel scowled up at him. "What'd you do that for?"

Fayt carefully swallowed the feeling of his heart hammering in his throat and crawled forward, nudging himself into a spot between Albel's legs and then he laid his head on Albel's chest comfortably.

Albel sighed. "You want to be on top or something?"

"No," said Fayt quickly, not liking the defeated sound in Albel's voice.

"Then why'd you push me? Didn't you know I would fall and you would fall on me?"

"I hate falling," Fayt whispered. "I'm afraid of heights. The feeling of falling is the worst thing in the world, even if it's just from two feet up."

Albel sighed and slowly untangled himself from Fayt and yanked on the free end of the rope, forcing Fayt to get up. "You shouldn't have said that, Fayt. Now I'll have to exploit your weakness."

Fayt shuddered as Albel stepped closer, backing Fayt up against a wall. Fayt whimpered softly as Albel's hands teased the hem of his shirt and then slowly slipped his hands under it.

Fayt squirmed under Albel's touch, trying to battle the raging blush spreading across his face. He knew he shouldn't be embarrassed of ashamed of being attracted to Albel. Perhaps it was just because he still felt so dirty whenever he had sex, but also so exhilarated, as if the wrongness of the action excited him.

Excitement, Fayt thought ruefully. Just what part of life with a serial killer isn't exciting?

Albel latched onto Fayt's collarbone with his teeth and he bit down gently at first and then more roughly, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Then Albel moved onto sucking and licking the tender spot.

Fayt was already lost, his eyes liquid pools of desire as Albel stripped off his shirt. Fayt submissively let Albel lead him towards the basement stairs. But instead of actually going down the stairs, Albel paused at the top and began to securely wrap Fayt's whole body with a heavy rope, pinning the boy's arms in front of him.

Fayt looked slightly worried about the change. 'Albel? What are you doing?"

Albel grinned. "Just having some fun with you, love. Now, settle down and relax. Shut your eyes and it'll all be over soon."

Fayt felt himself being lifted and his eyes flew open nervously. Albel smirked at him and lifted Fayt higher, slipping a loose loop of the rope over a hook in the ceiling a foot away from the top of the stairs.

Fayt gasped and instantly panicked. He kicked and struggled avidly, the feeling of dangling over empty spaces terrifying to him.

Albel gave Fayt a slow, calculating look before slowly descending the stairs. He seemed oblivious to Fayt's frightened screams.

Albel turned at the bottom of the stairs and slowly walked over to just below where Fayt was dangling. The sound of his boots pounding the cement floor scared Fayt into an almost silence. He whimpered dejectedly and looked at Albel with pleading eyes.

Albel stared up at Fayt with a look of contemplation. "It's a pity, Fayt. You're about twenty feet off the ground."

Fayt shrieked. "Don't remind me!"

Albel cocked his head to one side. "You know, I used to be a champion in archery at my high school."

Fayt gasped. "God damn it, Albel. Don't shoot me!"

Albel smiled coldly. "You make a perfect target, just hanging from the rafters, hooked like a prize fish. What a perfect catch you'd be."

Fayt screamed incoherently and began struggling anew as Albel reached down into a box to pull out an archery bow.

With all Fayt's struggling, the rope had slowly been worn down. With Fayt's final desperate twist, the rope snapped and Fayt hurtled towards the ground with an ear-splitting shriek.

Albel stepped forward and caught Fayt neatly in his arms. Fayt's weight cuassed Albel to slump backwards against the wlal of the basement, but he did not drop the boy. Fayt lay there for a moment, panting for breath and trmbling. Then he threw his arms around Albel's neck and began sobbing.

"Oh my god, Albel! You saved me, you saved!" Fayt cried ecstatically. Then he pulled back slightly and frowned. "But you tried to kill me first. Don't do that again!"

Albel smirked. "Don't save you or don't try to kill you?"

Fayt scowled. "You know I'm afraid of heights. You almost gave me a heart attack."

"But, you weren't mortally afraid until I pulled out my archery equipment. maybe you aren't afraid of heights as much as you think you are."

Fayt sighed. "What was the point of that anyway?"

"To prove how much I control your fate."

Fayt rolled his eyes. "I already know that. You could kill me at any moment. But do you really want to?"

"If I wanted to, you would be smashed against the floor. It was a chance for me to save you."

Fayt groaned unhappily and untangled himself from Albel's arms. "I could have fallen before you got to the bottom of the stairs and I would be dead. Next time you feel like being a hero to win my love, don't. I love you anyway. You don't need to save me."

Albel raised an eyebrow. "But you didn't trust that I would make it in time. You need to learn to trust me, while learning that I may kill you. It was just torture, Fayt, and you should have trusted that I could save you if I want, and accept your death if that's what I want. I need to teach you to be perfectly submissive."

Fayt sighed with contentment as Albel pressed him back against the wall. "Teach me, Albel. I want to learn."