Tango

Albel looked forward, deciding to stop while he was nearly defenseless. He just huffed, staring ahead while Fayt continued to scrub at the man’s scalp, lathering up the black hair with blond tips. He had to pull up the ends, meshing everything together then moved his fingers. “Hand me that bucket..” he said, reaching for it over Albel’s thin body and Albel handed it over. “Shut your eyes…” Fayt warned, dumping the bucket over his head. Albel did as he was told, staying still as Fayt refilled it and dumped another load of warm/hot water on top of him, getting the leftover bubbles out of the man’s head. He twisted Albel’s hair into a long rope, ringing out the water before standing back up. He tried to walk away but Albel grabbed his hand, looking up at him as he attempted to dry the water from his eyes with his other forearm. Fayt looked confused for a moment, wondering what…oh…”Sorry…” he smiled, reaching over to get a towel and dried Albel’s face. Albel removed his arm from his face, but not the hand the held onto Fayt's as the blue-harried male dried him. After Fayt felt like his job was complete, he was still lost to as why Albel was holding onto him still. They stared at each other for a moment, before Albel finally let his hand go and looked away. He pushed his hair over to one of his shoulders, ringing it out more and eyed Fayt again. “You’re not done.”



Fayt looked at him, blinking with his large green eyes and looked confused. “Excuse me?” he asked, taking a seat on the other stool and filled up his own bucket. He splashed the water over his body, effectively shutting Albel up. All the older man could do was stare. Fayt looked at him, waving his hand in front of Albel’s face. “..Hello?” Albel grabbed Fayt’s hand, gently moving it out of the way as he held it. Fayt blinked again, wondering if Albel was having some type of heatstroke. He thought the man was going to faint. “Hey…Albel? Are you alright?” Albel seemed to snap back into reality then, regaining his focus on Fayt’s face, opposed to the rest of the boy’s nude, wet, steamy body. He snorted, looking away, and tossed Fayt’s hand like it was holding his hand, and not the other way around. “Tsk. What happened to you washing my back?” Albel complained, grabbing his sponge and pumped soap on it. Fayt had just started to pour water in his own hair and work up a lather as Albel returned to his snotty self. “I don’t remember you asking”, Fayt answered back, matter of fact-like. More grumbling came from the man next to him from his remark.



“Ask? I’ve never -asked- you before. You always offered! I assumed you enjoyed doing things like that…” Albel started up, but Fayt was quick to shoot him down. He was already in a bad mood from being ordered around by Detrin that he wasn’t about to offer too many of his kind services to Albel without some kind words for an exchange. “Well I didn’t offer… of all the things you put me through today, you should be offering some type of kind word or gesture to me” he smiled, then stuck out his tongue. He dumped water on his head and then another round to get the shampoo out, sighing as he leaned forward. “Could you hand me a towel, at least? Ple…hum?” Before he finished asking, he felt gentle pats of cloth over his eyes. When the soap and water was cleared, Albel turned his attention to taking his own sponge and stood behind Fayt, applying it to Fayt’s back and gently started to wash, not saying anything else. The blue-haired boy was about to protest, but it felt too good.



“Nn..” he purred, wiggling just a little bit and leaned back. Albel never did anything like this to him before but he wasn’t about to complain. He felt like he deserved to be treated after being called a nurse, a servant, and a fluff-head ninny monger, courtesy of Detrin. Albel was gentle with his washing, slowly moving his hand up and down, then around Fayt’s neck. Fayt tilted his head to make room but finally came too when he felt skin on his back “Um…” he started to say as Albel pressed his chest against Fayt’s wet back and draped his long arms around the boy. The burned arm wrapped around Fayt’s waist as the other hand moved the sponge around Fayt’s chest and stomach. Fayt blinked, not really sure what to do…”Ah..Albel…I didn’t mean for you to, er , I can wash myself there just Ho! WAIT!” he stood up when Albel’s hand started to slide being his legs. The sudden jolt knocked Albel over on his ass and he blinked. “What? You wanted to be treated…” he mumbled, not getting Fayt at all. “That’s what servants do. They wash their masters”, he glared, then stood back up, retaking his own seat and started to scrub his own body, irritated that he was interrupted. All he was trying to do was a good deed! Damn it!