Tango

Fayt felt flustered, not really sure what to make of the situation. He was a bit embarrassed about getting so upset about something like this, but he couldn’t blame it all on Albel’s naivety. The man had to have some sense of personal space! Fayt’s cheeks started to turn red and he didn’t even want to think about it anymore. He sat back down on his own stool, looking at the floor as he picked up his sponge from the rack and wet it, working a lather in with the soap and started to scrub his chest. “You can’t just scare me like that...” he said, not looking at Albel as he sighed to calm himself down. “There are still a lot of customs that I don’t understand about this place. Give a guy a warning…alright?” he forced a nervous laugh and smiled. “How would you feel if I just randomly grabbed your dick…er…down there. You’d freak out too, ya know?” he tried to explain, but wasn’t quite sure if he was correct in his statement or not.



Albel huffed, splashing a bucket of hot water on his body and stood up. He stared down at Fayt with a hand on his hip. “Do you plan on grabbing me in retaliation?” he gruffed. Fayt looked up at him, the tall, nude, dripping wet male who he had never noticed that Albel shaved down…What the hell was he looking at that for?! He shut his eyes, shaking his head and looked back down to focus at anything else. “What the hell? Why would I do something like that?” he said in another nervous tone, forcing yet another laugh. Albel couldn’t help but smirk. His evil side was starting to flow out and he couldn’t help it. Fayt looked entirely too flustered and nervous for it not too. He squatted down, eyeing Fayt with a smug look on his face. Fayt stared at Albel, confused and blinked his large green eyes, wondering what the hell was going on now. Albel leaned in for a second, and it was almost like Fayt was about to receive his first man kiss, but suddenly his nerve came back. This wasn’t funny at all.



Albel had no intentions on stopping what he was assuming that he started. His hand was on the floor, bracing himself up as the other reached out to Fayt’s cheek. Just as his lips were about to finally touch Fayt’s mouth, a bucket of water was dumped on Albel’s head and Fayt stood up, tossing the bucket at him. Albel blinked, dodging the bucket, but was why his prey moving? “That’s not funny” was all that Fayt said, as he walked over and stepped into the steaming bathtub, now more pissed then scared. He leaned back, letting the vapors and hot water calm his angry and tense body. He shut his eyes and tried to get the twitch out of his forehead. Albel was still on the floor, still not really sure what happened. Was he just rejected? He never…what? He pushed his wet bangs out of his face and stood up. He wasn’t about to admit defeat so he just shrugged, getting in on the opposite end of the tub, facing the boy who was still giving him the stink eye.



“Are you really going to make me chase you around the bathroom? What are you? A virginal house maid?” Albel asked, crossing his arms a bit and waited for Fayt to come to him. Fayt just stared at him though, glaring harder. “What the hell are you talking about, Albel!?” Fayt started to yell, forgetting there was a kid sleeping in the other room. “Virginal…house…HOUSE MAID?! FIRST I’M A NURSE AND NOW I’M A HOUSE MAID??” Albel eyed him, not really getting what he was so mad about. “It’s a figure of speech…” he mumbled, looking away. “You’re acting like some little virgin boy making me chase you around like this…Do I have to spell it out for you?” he asked, calm as could be. He looked back at Fayt, his eyes deep red with seriousness. “I want you tonight.”



Fayt stared at him, hopelessly lost and felt his face flush red. “…You…want….” he stammered, mortified. Frustrated, angry, and embarrassed, he kicked Albel hard in the leg, splashing water out of the tub and onto the floor. Albel hissed in pain, bringing his leg up to rub it. “What? You’ve been with me for months now and I’ve been more then kind to you about waiting until you were ready!” Albel snapped back, whipping his body over to top of Fayt’s and grabbed the man’s shoulders. Fayt had just hurt a lot more then his leg and it was starting to wear on Albel. Fayt stared at Albel as he was pinned to the tub, not really sure what to do. Albel’s eyes were angry at first glance, but the longer he looked into them, the more he saw Albel’s need. “…You’re serious, aren’t you?” Fayt finally asked, calming down. Albel opened his mouth to say something, but closed his lips tightly, looking away.



“…Why did you think I agreed to let you follow me…why did you want to follow me in the first place?” Albel asked, looking down, visibly hurt now. He let Fayt go and moved to stand up, getting out of the tub and avoided eye contact. He wasn’t any good at showing his feelings, even when they were on the edge of spilling out. Fayt wanted to do something, but he didn’t know what.