Tango

Albel left the bathroom after he grabbed a towel. He didn’t even bother to dry himself off first. It only took a few things in the world to injure his pride and Fayt seemed to do it often. He always found himself constantly defeated by that man, and he gnawed on his lip in frustration as he headed to the main room, sitting on the empty bed with a towel over his head. He continued to bite on his lip, trying to sort things out in his head, not caring about the blood that was starting to drip out of it. He stared hard at the floor until he saw a pair of feet next to his and felt hands in his head, using the towel to dry his long, wet, drippy hair and fluff it up. “You’re going to catch a cold if you just sit around like this” Fayt said softly, removing the wet towel and tossed it in a corner. He draped a dry towel around Albel’s shoulders, pulling the hair out from under it and rubbed it on his skin, trying to get the excess water from his body.



Albel just sighed, reaching up to pull the towel from Fayt’s hands and stood up. Fayt backed up, giving the man room to dry himself and watched the brooding swordsman walk over to the room’s only dresser, picking up a hand-sized wooden comb, but then put it back down. He put both of his hands on the dresser top to brace himself as he leaned over, still upset over tonight’s events. Fayt watched him for a moment, still unsure about how to fix this. He was trying to weigh all the other options that made Albel snap out of it without giving him what he wanted. He was pretty sure that sex never really solved anything…not that he never had sex before, but it wasn’t with a man before and the thought of who was going to be on bottom was nagging him. He sure as hell didn’t want too, but was also pretty damn sure that Albel wasn’t going to let himself be topped either.



He couldn’t help but make a face at the entire situation and sighed, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to say too much because Detrin was still sleeping, so he went to check on the little albino rabbit. Detrin was practically comatose, hugging tightly to his stuffed red dragon, chewing on one of the spikes and slightly snoring. Fayt had to reach out and pet the little thing's hair and re-tucked him in the blankets that he kicked off early. The little bunny smiled, curling up, though still sound asleep, all too oblivious to what his father and his -nurse- were up too. When Fayt looked back at Albel, the man seemed to be done combing out his long locks and leaning on the dresser with his hair ties in his hand, seemingly waiting for Fayt to come fix his hair for him.



Fayt gave a smile, for it seemed like Albel had calmed down just a bit and walked over to him, taking the ties. He left his hand in Albel’s for a moment though, to Albel’s surprise, tapping his fingers in Albel’s palm. Red eyes blinked a bit in confusion, wondering what Fayt was up too. He opened his mouth to ask, but Fayt cut him off. “…You like me right?” Fayt asked, looking at Albel was all seriousness. Albel cocked an eyebrow, not getting it. “What?” Fayt glared at him, grabbing the ties out of Albel’s hand. He had to whispered, but wanted to get his point across. “You Like Me, Right?” he asked again, standing his ground. “You want to start some kind of romantic relationship with me…You want to date me…You…is any of this getting through to you?” Albel blinked a bit more. “I know what romantic means…” he muttered ,looking away, scoffing.



“Look…” Fayt sighed. “I never thought about sleeping with you before…or any man for that matter. I followed you because…well…because…” he paused, not really having a good reason. At least not one he could admit to at the moment. Albel turned to look at him, glaring now on his own. “Because? Because what? You enjoy defeating me? You enjoy humiliating me and making me into a fool?” he gruffed. Fayt gave a small smile at that, but shook his head. “As fun as that is, no…not entirely…” he said, giving a small laugh. Albel was not amused. He glared again, grabbing Fayt’s wrist. “Then what? I’m not a babysitter…I…” Fayt had broken out of Albel’s hold with ease and grabbed Albel’s wrist in return. Albel tried to break, but couldn’t. Maybe he didn’t want too, but whatever the reason was, it was pissing him off even more. “Let go of me you maggo….” But this time he wasn’t cut off by Fayt’s words. He was cut off by Fayt’s kiss.



Albel’s body stiffened, not sure how to react to this. It was like he got stabbed in the heart while he was caught off guard. There was no defense to this and it left him completely vulnerable. When Fayt pulled away, it took Albel a moment to realize that he was free and he pulled his wrist out of Fayt’s hand as quickly as he could. “Che…what do you think you’re doing?” was all he managed to say but Fayt just shrugged. “Who knows. Maybe you’ve finally driven me crazy…turn around...” he smiled, stepping back to give the man room to turn back around and then started to put his hair ties in.