A/N: Oh god…I'm sincerely sorry for the delay. I don't really have much of an excuse…I'm a procrastinator, plain and simple. When I have lots of school work to do, I end up reading instead of writing things. Besides that, I have so many multi-chaptered stories in progress already and I'm still thinking of more ideas as I type this. Uuurgh…sometimes it's a curse. I can never finish anything because I have too many ideas at once. But anyway, don't worry. I will never quit on this…it might take awhile to get it done and you'll probably lose interest by then…but it will get done….eventually!
Disclaimer: Once again…I own nothing.
Seven male hospital orderlies were waiting downstairs, tied up and still in their hospital scrubs. Each of them were bound tightly to a pole with multiple ropes and gagged. All they could do was roll their eyes at each other and move their head a little to the left or right.
All seven of them were very confused about the whole thing. They weren't sure why they were there as any ransoming plan wouldn't earn a kidnapper very much as they were currently rather broke at the moment. But they waited patiently for their fate to be decided.
A loud scream broke the silence of the basement. Fayt was shoved roughly down the stairs, still desperately pleading with Albel. "Don't do it, please don't do this to me!"
Seven pairs of sympathetic eyes fastened on Fayt, assuming the boy would share the same fate as them. They watched helplessly as Fayt was bound to another pole, still screaming and thrashing.
Albel smirked and lovingly let his nails scrape down Fayt's cheek into a bloody caress. "I think I'll start with you," he purred.
"No, no, no, don't…don't!" Fayt pleaded as Albel bit down on his shoulder, tearing off his shirt sleeve with his teeth.
Albel spat out the material and then moved onto the next arm. Once his sleeves had been removed, Albel tore at the rest of the material, shredding whatever he could reach around the ropes. "Good enough," he growled.
Fayt's eyes widened as Albel casually flicked at one of his nipples. "A-Albel," he whimpered.
"What's that?" Albel asked, with a wicked smirk. "No more screaming? I think you like this stuff more than you realize."
Fayt began panting as Albel traced the outlines of the rope with his tongue. "Ngh...no, don't torture me like that."
"What do you want, Fayt?" Albel asked in a low voice.
"I want you," Fayt whimpered.
"How?" Albel asked, smiling as he bit down on Fayt's neck.
Fayt yelped. "Aah...that hurts."
"I know. Feels good, doesn't it? How do you want me, Fayt? I'll touch you to your hearts content or I can fuck you as hard as you like it. Which way do you want it, love?"
Fayt whined as he arched into Albel's rough tongue. "Aurgh…" he murmured helplessly.
"I know how much you like pain," Albel purred. He rubbed the rope over Fayt's sensitive nipples, earning a gasp. "Now, be a good little slave and let your master know how much you want to serve him."
"Please," Fayt begged. "Do me. Take me. Split me open."
"Yes, that's what I like to hear," Albel murmured silkily. He ran his tongue up Fayt's cut cheek. "You're such a good little lover."
Fayt panted with anticipation as Albel leaned over to bite down on his ear and gently tug on it with his teeth. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," Albel hissed into Fayt's ear.
Fayt gasped and flushed with pleasure. "Please, nice and hard for me, Albel."
"You'll take how I give it to you," Albel growled.
"Yes, master," Fayt whispered, submissively lowering his head.
Albel grinned broadly. "But lucky for you, I like to give it to you hard. You're eager for pain and punishment and I'll freely give them to you."
He looked over his shoulder and smirked at the row of horrified expressions facing him. Albel was always something of an exhibitionist. He was putting on a show, just for them and he was enjoying himself immensely. And just as he had expected, Fayt had forgotten all about the audience and he was absorbed in Albel's performance.
Albel sliced off the ropes binding Fayt's legs to the pole and immediately, Fayt wrapped his legs around Albel's waist possessively.
Albel laughed. "What makes you think I'm going anywhere?"
"It'd be just like you to leave me like this, so aroused and unable to do anything about it," Fayt growled.
Albel snickered. "I might leave you like that, just for a little while, but how could I deny myself what I want?" He unzipped his pants, letting Fayt see his desire.
Fayt blushed and squirmed under Albel's steamy gaze as best he could. His upper body was still tightly tied to the pole and it was already chafing.
"Hold still, my pet," Albel cooed, tracing the contours of Fayt's face. "If you fight it, there'll only be more pain, not that there's anything wrong with that." He laughed malevolently.
Fayt licked his lips, feeling even more aroused by Albel's voice. "Please, fuck me," he begged.
"In time," Albel said slowly and sensually. "Such a beautiful body cannot go untouched. It begs to be tainted and marred."
Albel stepped away and rummaged through his selection of surgical instruments and torture devices. He paused to glance at a knife appraisingly. He tossed it almost casually and watched as it imbedded itself in one of his victims. The man let out a slight gasp as the knife sank into his stomach.
"Hmn," Albel murmured languidly. "I thought it was a little sharp." He turned back to Fayt with a smaller knife in his hands.
Fayt had been paying little attention to what Albel was doing, only noting that he had left. But now that Albel was back, Fayt clamped his legs around his lover, determined that Albel should not get away again.
"Let go of me, love," Albel said cheerfully. "How am I to undress you when you're molded to me?"
Albel looked amused by the horrified shrieks barely muffled by the gags. "Oh?" he asked, turning to look at the men. "Does nudity disgust you? Let's be professional about this. You're medical men. Haven't you seen the naked body before?"
Albel continued to caress Fayt, slowly working his clothes off. He kept an eye on the one man, bleeding and gasping from his stomach wound. He was not to die until Albel was done with him.
Fayt let out a soft sigh and slowly relaxed his hold on Albel. Albel slipped off Fayt's pants and then his underwear, his fingers briefly lingering on Fayt's erection.
Fayt moaned and thrust his hips up towards Albel. "Fuck me," he begged, his voice slurred.
"Patience, Fayt." Albel drew up the knife and carved his initials onto Fayt's hips slowly, waiting out Fayt's shudders at the cold steel.
"Now, you're mine," Albel snarled. He tossed the knife aside and placed his hands on Fayt's hips, his fingers reddening with Fayt's blood. He steadied himself slightly and shoved himself into Fayt as soon as Fayt spread his legs far enough apart.
Fayt cried out ecstatically and rocked his body up to meet Albel's thrusts. Albel hissed encouragement in Fayt's ear and bit down on Fayt's shoulder to taste his lover's hot passionate blood.
Fayt arched against Albel's body and whimpered Albel's name as he came. His body fell limply back against the pole as Albel poured his essence into Fayt.
Albel pulled out of Fayt and gently stroked Fayt's cheek, leaving streaks of blood on his face. Fayt made a contented noise and nuzzled into Albel's chest.
"Feel good?" Albel asked softly.
"Yes," Fayt whispered. "I love you, Albel."
Albel picked u the discarded knife and cut off Fayt's restraints. He slowly lowered his exhausted lover to the floor and turned towards his victims. "Pity that lovely little display didn't give you all heart attacks. Ah well, we'll do it the hard way."