A/N: Alright, I admit it. I'm a procrastinator. I was going to type this up a few days ago, but then I got lazy and obsessed with Death Note. Seriously, really obsessed. So for a day I looked like a blonde female L. If you know what I mean…And also, I was annoyed that 2 of my one-shots didn't get reviewed, so I was going to be stubborn and wait for them to be reviewed before I continued…but I give up, so anyway, back to work. XDD

Disclaimer: I own nothing remotely relating to star Ocean. Damn it, I don't even have an action figure. D;

"I can't believe this," Albel growled.

Fayt stirred sleepily and lifted his head from the bed groggily to see Albel pacing around the little shack. Fayt allowed his head to fall back upon the pillow. "What is it?" he muttered tiredly.

Albel dropped a newspaper down on the end of the bed and snarled at it. "Fuck that. It's ridiculous," he snarled.

Fayt picked up the newspaper slowly, his body still hazy with sleep. He scanned the headline carefully. "'Detectives Clifford Fittir and Nel Lasbard Announced Involvement in Clockwork Killer Case.'"

Fayt blinked and stared at Albel worriedly. "This is bad, isn't it?"

Albel rolled his eyes. "No, not really. I should've expected something like this to happen."

"Then why did you say you couldn't believe it?"

Albel jabbed a finger at the picture of the two detectives next to article. "I just can't believe that the police let THEM help out on the case. I know killing so many people would attract attention and the police would ask for help. But I assumed that such a terrible thing would actually prompt them to get some good agents to help them, not crappy ones."

Fayt looked at Albel cautiously. "So you're not worried about them catching you?"

Albel snorted. "They couldn't even catch a fly."

"So they're complete idiots?"

Albel shrugged. "Cliff is for sure. A raging moron. Nel just about average but she's Lady Nel now."

Fayt looked puzzled. "Lady Nel Lasbard? Wasn't she Nel Zelpher?"

"She was," Albel admitted. "But then she was married to Lord Adray."

Fayt gagged. "Gross."

Albel snickered. "I'm kidding. She married Lady Claire."

"Then if she's a noble now, why is she still a detective?"

"Because she likes it, dumbass," Albel said, smacking Fayt over the head. "If I became president, would I quit killing?"

Fayt irritably rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head and glared at Albel. "That wasn't nice."

Albel smirked. "I'll make it better, kitten."

Fayt had just decided to be offended when Albel began to lick at the shell of his ear and Fayt relaxed limply into Albel's arms, almost purring with happiness.

"See?" Albel whispered. "You make a good kitten. You like to have me touch your ears."

"I thought I was a puppy not a kitten," Fayt murmured happily, trying to muster up enough brainpower to be angry at Albel.

"Whatever you want to be," Albel said silkily. "You're still my pet."

"Okay," Fayt said agreeably, still comfortably relaxed in Albel's arms.

Albel laid Fayt on the couch and began explaining to him about this new development in the case. Fayt didn't seem particularly interested, so Albel had to keep his attention somehow.

With a little bit of stimulation, such as licking or kissing, Fayt would obediently look at him while Albel began explaining that there really was no fear of him being suspected as the killer or the two detectives finding the little house in the forest.

The whole time, Fayt's body was limp and he stared at Albel with an adoring smile. Albel suspected that perhaps things were going too far and the more he reminded Fayt that he was Albel's pet, the more Fayt would begin to think that and start acting like a dog. Albel didn't want a dog, he wanted a sex slave.

"Fayt," Albel murmured. "Would you like to do something for your master?"

Fayt's eyes lit up. "Yes, Albel. Tell me what to do." He squirmed to a sitting position, all the relaxed muscles in his body becoming useful once again.

Albel's grin widened. "Tell me, Fayt. Do you love me for more than my body?"

Fayt whimpered, hurt by Albel's insinuation. "Of course I love you. I love everything about you."

"Good boy," Albel purred.

Fayt felt heat rise to his cheeks. He ducked his head embarrassedly.

"Want to help me torture someone?" Albel asked seductively, licking Fayt's ear again.

"But I can't," Fayt whimpered. "You know how I get. I don't want to hurt you."

Albel chuckled. "But this is different from last time, Fayt. You don't have to physically hurt them to torture them."

"I don't?" Fayt asked, looking confused.

"No," Albel said softly, his tongue trailing down from Fayt's earlobe to his cheek.

Fayt squirmed, his whole body reacting to Albel's welcome touches. "But ah h-how can I do that?"

"That's easy," Albel said with a wicked smile. "You're practicing for the job right now."

"I am?" Fayt asked questioningly, blushing deeper as Albel nudged between his legs.

"Shhh, don't think about it," Albel said soothingly. "They're such moralistic pricks. They'll be scandalized by what we do together."

Fayt looked uncomfortable. "Albel, I don't want them to see me just as much as they don't want to see me."

"It's okay, love. They'll die soon anyway. Why worry about what they see or don't see?"

"True," Fayt grudgingly admitted.

Albel gently slipped off Fayt's shirt. "So, how much do you love me, kitten?"

"Enough to die for you," Fayt groaned as he arched back against Albel's touch.

"Good. Since we both know how much you like sex, it shouldn't be too much of a problem to have it with a little audience. After all, you let me kiss you while that woman was watching."

"But sex is supposed to be private," Fayt protested.

"Don't think," Albel admonished him. "Some people are turned on by an audience. And if you want to please me, you'll either like it, or you'll forget you're being watched."

Fayt sighed unhappily. "I guess so."

"Good boy, Fayt." Albel pulled down the zipper of Fayt's pants with his teeth.

At that moment, Fayt lost control of all his rational reasoning ability and he moaned helplessly.

"Should we go have sex down in the basement?" Albel asked cheerfully.

Fayt grabbed onto Albel. "Yes. I don't care where as long as we do it."

Albel ruffled Fayt's hair and grinned. "Good boy. Once for here and now and once for later down in the basement."

And Fayt relaxed happily as Albel pushed into him.