Sin With A Grin

I've got way's you understand. Look left, look right, but I'm behind you. I never noticed, until I focused on everything you did, you said. You lit the fuse inside my head.


Title: Sin With A Grin 2
Fandom: Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time.
Rating: R
Pairing: FaytxAlbel.
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Fayt kissed down Albel's neck, earning a surprised gasp at his boldness; Albel hadn't really thought Fayt would go through with this.

He opened his mouth to snarl something at him, but he was distracted by a tweak to his nipple. All that came out was a harsh exhale. His eyes shut of their own accord as Fayt's mouth latched onto the other nipple, suckling and nibbling teasingly. His back arched, a quiet, unbidden moan escaped.

Fayt's left hand reached across the bed to the bedstand, grasping the tube of lube he'd set out prior to this excursion. He'd been planning this for a while now.

Pulling back and slowly climbing off of the taller male, smirking at the quiet whine. He sighed softly as he brought his hands up and slowly began to strip off his own clothes, making a point to make a show of it and go as slow as he possibly could, all the while running his hands over his own body, eyes falling shut and moans bubbling past his lips.

Albel stared, swallowing thickly at the scene. His fingers twitched. If he had the energy to move, he would've, just so he could hurry things up by ripping the rest of the blunette's clothes off. As it was, he let out a growl.

"Hurry up, maggot."

He only got a louder moan in response and he grit his teeth.

Once Fayt finished with his 'show', he slowly crawled back onto the bed in a slow, lazy fashion. He kissed Albel again, threading one hand into their hair and twisted the locks a little harshly, earning a low groan in response. He knew already Albel liked things a little rough. His other hand went back to the tube of lube and opened it.

Breaking from the kiss, Fayt moved his head down, starting to trail kisses down his jawline and neck, pausing at the fluttering pulse and clamped down, sucking hard on it, delighting in the louder moan at the action. He bit down, and a hiss was Albel's reply. All the while, he was coating his fingers with the lube.

Carefully nudging Albel's legs wider, he settled between them. Slowly, he teased his finger at the brunette-blond's entrance, watching as their eyes widened and their hips trembled. He slid the finger inside, pausing for a long moment, moving back up to plant butterfly kisses along Albel's cheek before pressing his lips to theirs, to distract him a little.

He slowly started to wriggle the digit, curling the finger in a 'come hither' motion.

"Fuck!"

He smirked.

"Like that?"

"Fuck you."

Fayt smirked all the wider.

"I believe that's what I'm doing, Nox."

He curled his finger again.

Albel's hips lift off the bed and a hiss worked itself from their clenched teeth.

Not giving the older a chance to recover, he slid another finger inside.

A string of curses followed, along with a death threat or two, but Fayt knew they were empty. He scissored his fingers and started to stretch the brunette-blond warrior. It took a couple of long moments, but after a moment, his fingers twisted and slammed in, striking their prostate.

"LEINGOD!" Albel roared, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Fayt could only grin cheekily in response.

He did it again. And again. And on the third time, he slid his third finger inside.

Albel arched almost clear off the bed, letting out a wordless scream, eyes wide, but unseeing. Smirking, Fayt brought his other hand over to stroke along his reawakened cock, teasing a nail up the underside. He watched the expressions play across the others face. It fascinated him. But at the same time, it wasn't enough.

All of this had him painfully aroused as well.

After a few more thrusts from his fingers, he pulled them out, smiling knowingly at the low warning growl the other gave him.

He poured more lube into his hand, before stroking himself to coat his own hard shaft, letting out a moan of Albel's name. Making sure everything was as ready as possible, he placed his hands on Albel's hips, not surprised when both of Albel's hands latched tightly onto his wrists. He didn't wince when sharp claws pierced skin as he pressed the head of his cock against his entrance.

He stared calmly down into Albel's crimson eyes, lowering his head to place a kiss to his lips, murming three simple words.

"I love you."

Watching as Albel's eyes widened and his mouth opened, he took that moment of surprise to slide in all the way.

A choked sound resounded from both of them, Albel's hands clenched harder. Fayt did wince this time as pain shot up his arm. He was sure Albel's claw hit a nerve. But it was worth it. This was worth it. To feel Albel around him, to see the swimming emotions and expressions on his lover's face. It was definitely worth it.

He waited until Albel adjusted. He'd let him know.

After a few long moments, a response was finally made.

"...Just move, maggot."

Their tone had lost the sharpness it usually had and it sounded vulnerable. Fayt already realized how much he'd asked of the male, even before he'd given him the aphrodisiac. But he was fortunate for this opportunity.

Giving a nod, he pulled out enough before rocking his hips forward to slide back in. A hiss accompanied it. Biting his lip in concentration, he kept moving until he built up a steady rhythm that he could follow.

His hand that didn't have Albel's claws in it moved down to once again stroke the others erection, squeezing and pumping in time with his thrusts.

"H-harder..." Albel's voice stuttered, followed by a moan as his prostate was struck by a particularly deep thrust from the blunette.

Complying wordlessly, Fayt increased the force of his thrusts, slamming into the taller's body. Albel's long legs wound around his waist and pulled him deeper, his hips arching up and pushing back in time with his movements.

They continued at this pace until both of them began to near their climaxes, then their pace got frantic and uneven. Albel gyrated his hips and thrust down against Fayt, driving him deeper into him to strike his prostate hard. He let out a loud moan, clenching a little.

Fayt panted heavily, the excrusion from going so much was finally wearing on him. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. Leaning up and over the other's body, he crushed his lips to the others, initiating a desperate kiss as he slammed inside of the other again and again.

Finally, when Albel couldn't take any more, he let out a muffled scream in the back of his throat as he came, his seed spilling out over Fayt's hand and over himself. Feeling Albel clench around him in his climax made Fayt let go and he came with a low moan, filling his lover with his own essence.

He was also fairly sure his wrist would never be the same from where Albel had clenched so hard onto it. He was almost sure Albel had nearly pierced completely through it. But the pain didn't register; only the pleasure. The blissful, white waves that gently rocked him as he shakily pulled out of his partner, only to crawl up his body and lay against him, burying his face in the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around him gently in a loving embrace.

Albel's good arm came around him in response and they both laid there panting and trying to catch their breaths.

Fayt knew better than to ask if things were okay. He knew what answer he'd get, anyway. Instead, he pressed a kiss to the hollow of Albel's throat, smiling softly.

"I love you," He said again, honestly.

"Stop with the sentimentalness, fool." Was the response, but Fayt heard the softer edge to the others voice. With a nod, he felt around until his fingers grasped the sheet and pulled it up and over their bodies. He let his eyes close and was content with just this--feeling his body against Albel's, sharing the warmth. He still was a little surprised at how Albel allowed him such comforts, when he knew the other didn't always care to oblige him.

Despite what happened, nothing had really changed between them. But that was okay to Fayt. This was more than enough for him.

With a smile, he fell asleep, knowing his lover was right behind him.

Owari.
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Kii, there you go. Part two of the fic. GO ME.


I have not one shred of sympathy, I have no use for apologies. I'm inspired to find the liar.