A/N: Yay, finally to my scene that I've been thinking about for months and waiting until I've gotten there in the story. Erm…yes, I just hope that it's not too far-fetched. I and my fantasies don't leave much room for reality. XD
Disclaimer: Well, if I really owned Star Ocean….I would be super rich and not have to work and could spend all my time writing stories…on my own little island. But sadly, that won't happen.
It was so easy for Albel to reduce Fayt to nothing, so easy for him to peel off all of Fayt's clothes. Fayt was just too willing, too eager for sex. The lack of a challenge was slightly disappointing to Albel, but it was also a nice change for him to finally find someone so completely devoted to him.
Fayt sat on the edge of the bed, completely naked and already flushed from Albel's kisses. Albel stood in front of him, his fingers trailing over Fayt's chest.
Fayt lifted his hips off the bed to allow Albel easier access, his hand placed on one of his thighs, as if to help spread his legs further apart.
Albel thrust into Fayt and gently pushed the boy backwards onto the bed. Fayt wrapped his legs around Albel's waist as if to ensure that his lover would no leave him. His hand remained resting on his thigh, two fingers spread apart.
Albel looked down at Fayt, at Fayt's flushed face and glazed expression. His mind had already left him and they had only barely begun. Fayt was just a sucker for sex.
"You beautiful little whore," Albel purred. "You love me inside of you, don't you?"
"Yes," Fayt whispered, his voice barely audible. He had learned after repeated training that Albel ALWAYS wanted yes for an answer. So Fayt automatically answered him, even though he could not understand the question in his current state of mind. But somehow, it would register in his subconscious mind, and eventually Fayt would find himself agreeing consciously after repeated trials.
Sex was Albel's weapon. Albel used Fayt's desire as his control over his lover. He would make Fayt desire sex even more, make him desire Albel even more, make him enjoy violence as much as Albel did.
Fayt let out a soft moan at a particularly hard thrust from Albel. Fayt preferred rough, fast-paced sex. And Albel would always reward a right answer from Fayt with the kind of sex Fayt craved. But then he would slow down a little to prepare for his next question to be sure Fayt was still coherent enough to form an answer. Fayt wouldn't be able to think, just respond automatically. The one time Fayt had actually tried to make out what Albel was asking him, Albel had cut off the sex and Fayt had learned his lesson immediately. It didn't matter what Albel was asking. The answer was always yes.
"Don't you just love being dominated, my pet?" Albel asked in a throaty purr.
"Yes," Fayt panted. He was beginning to understand that this would be one of those frustrating times when Albel insisted on asking him tons of questions. Fayt would never completely lose himself in bliss when Albel was interrupting the wonderfully harsh pace to ask him another question when Albel already knew the answer.
"Do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes," Fayt whispered breathlessly.
Albel almost carelessly ran a finger up the side of Fayt's erection. Fayt let out a shuddered whimper.
Albel grinned wickedly. "Now, touch yourself, Fayt."
Fayt blinked, barely registering the fact that it was a statement and not a question.
"Touch yourself, Fayt," Albel said teasingly, slowing down the pace even more.
Fayt lifted his hand from its resting place on his thigh and tentatively touched the tip of his arousal before letting it fall back down to the bed.
"I didn't say you could stop," Albel admonished. "Keep going. Keep touching yourself."
Fayt did so with a slightly puzzled look on his face. He was too overwhelmed by sensations to completely understand what was happening.
"Pretend I'm touching you," Albel purred silkily. "Pretend it's me. Touch yourself how I would touch you."
Fayt wrapped his fingers tightly around his shaft, a pained look on his face. He moaned softly as he slowly moved his hand up and down.
"Wouldn't you rather have me touching you?" Albel asked pleasantly.
"Yes," Fayt said instantly, latching onto the familiar question.
Albel pried Fayt's fingers off his erection. "Fayt is not allowed to touch himself. He shouldn't touch himself while I'm here to fuck him. He shouldn't need to get himself off. Do you understand, Fayt?"
"Yes," Fayt whispered.
Albel's lips curved into a devious smile. "Does Fayt like being fucked?"
"Yes."
"Does Fayt hate it when I do this?" Albel gently rubbed his hand over Fayt's crotch.
"Yes,' Fayt hissed.
Albel smirked. "I don't believe you. Do you really like being fucked more than being touched?"
"Yes," Fayt panted.
"No more touching?"
"Yes."
"Shall I fuck you?"
"Yes," Fayt whimpered.
"Shall I screw you senseless? Shall I fuck you hard, Fayt?"
"Yes," Fayt said with a sharp cry as Albel increased the pace slightly.
Albel grinned at Fayt dangerously. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a year. You won't be able to think about anything except how much you want me to screw your brains out. I'll make you scream, Fayt. I'll make you see stars. I'll make it so that I'm the only one that you'll ever think about and you'll be begging for more. And you'll enjoy ever second of me dominating you. Understand, Fayt?"
"Ye-" Fayt began, but he was cut off by an extremely vicious thrust from Albel.
Albel didn't really need an answer anyway. He could tell by the expression on Fayt's face that he was clearly enjoying himself.
Fayt stared up at Albel, greedily drinking in Albel's body. The look of intense rapture on Fayt's face made it all too clear that Fayt couldn't get enough of Albel's actions.
Fayt began to vocalize the intense feelings radiating through his body. Abel could certainly admire Fayt's lung capacity. Fayt ranged from quiet pants and moans to full-throated shrieks and screams of pleasure. It was a good thing they were so isolated. Anyone within a mile could have heard Fayt.
Fayt writhed and arched his back so sharply that Albel was sure he must have been made of rubber. No one could stay in that position without breaking something. But Fayt continued to thrash and scream with no sign of damage. His face was contorted with pleasure, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed with desire. Fayt never looked more beautiful to Albel than when he was drenched with sweat.
"Harder!" Fayt begged, his voice ragged.
Albel shoved himself into Fayt as far as he could, as fast as he could. After so much sex, he could accurately hit Fayt's sweet spot every single time. He gave as much as he could, just to see ecstasy written across Fayt's face and coax more of those beautiful noises from Fayt's mouth.
Finally, with a last desperate cry, Fayt arched his back and then fell limply back against the mattress with a whimper of, "oh god, Albel."
Albel would have liked to believe he was really that good, but he knew it was just that he had taught Fayt so well.
Fayt waited patiently until Albel reached his own release and had pulled out of Fayt's body. Then Fayt sat up and loosened his legs from around Albel's waist. Fayt wrapped his arms around Albel's chest and gently tugged Albel down onto the bed with him, snuggling against his lover unabashedly.
Albel gently stroked Fayt's hair. "You liked that, love?"
Fayt smiled. "Always. You're so wonderful, Albel. I don't know how you manage to be so good. You're like a god." His eyes widened in awe as he said it, perhaps believing it himself.
"I'm no god," Albel growled. "Gods don't murder people as an occupation and have sex as a hobby."
Fayt shrugged. "Well, I don't think even a god could do me as well as you do." His eyes softened. "I love you, Albel. And no matter what happens, I'll never love anyone else even half as much as I love you."
"Bah," said Albel. "You're confusing sex with love."
"No," Fayt said quietly. "I love you more than anything. I belong with you now until always."
"Good,' Albel said irritably. 'Since we have forever to be together, shut up and let me get some sleep. I'll still be here in the morning for you to spout mushy nonsense at."
Fayt pouted but then almost immediately brightened. "Yes, you'll still be here in the morning." He leaned over to kiss Albel's hand, his eyelashes fluttering against Albel's skin. "You'll always be here…"