The Sentimental Feelings

Author: Ciissi
Fandom: Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time
Pairing: Albel Nox x Fayt Leingod
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Ocean III. It belongs to Square Enix, may they do lots of more good games.
Warnings: Eventually NC-17. Contains yaoi meaning at least two boys having sex together but not in first few chapters. Possible child abuse but not in sexual manner.
Author's Note 1: This chapter is soooooo late. Because I am lazy and sleeping over 12 hours per day is not the best way to keep up with one's duties... This chapter presents the bathing scene I have earlier talked about. The rating is going upwards in this chapter because of a lime-scene. Only a little bit though, but anyways you are warned.

Answers for reviews: As earlier said, due to my laziness this chapter is late. Thank you for reading it.
To Rho: I have noticed that there are a few fictions which also "tamper" with Fayt's destruction powers and I recalled from the game that when Fayt used them at the very first time, he was *very* upset. I felt logical to me that they would trigger in some way when Albel disappeared. I think I write too much about angels and demons but to me they are polar opposites, two sides of the same coin, originally from the same source. I always like to think 'what if...' in my fictions. I wonder whether which one of Albel and Fayt is angel and which one is demon...

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Part One - Chapter Nine: The Embarrassment (You want to BATH with me?)
When reflecting on the situation in which they were, the day began quite normally and not very surprisingly for Fayt and Albel. The maiden that had entered their room for the morning call was clearly not warned about the fact that the occupants of the room preferred sleeping in the same bed. It was also clear that no one had seen it to be *their* job to tell her that the other guest in the room was a three-year-old Albel Nox who disliked morning wake-up calls when they brought an outsider into his room. Nowadays that meant anyone else but Fayt Leingod.

After that morning both Fayt and Albel added to their 'I hate'-lists - Albel's being much, much longer than Fayt's - being waked up by a maiden squealing from delight. But in reverse it was a little bit strange that Fayt's 'I like'-list was not that much longer than Albel's, although Albel's list mainly consisted of one thing or its variations: fighting.

When Albel scurried around looking for his katana so he could disembowel the unsuspecting maiden, sighing Fayt retorted by escorting the maiden out of the room and out of Albel's line of sight, thus saving the woman's life. Not that she would ever know and after getting rid of the annoyingly squealing maiden Fayt proceeded to calm down the miniaturized Elicoorian Captain.

When reflecting on the situation in which they were, the play of getting dressed after waking up was already formed into a some kind of routine in which Albel made sure to complain loudly and Fayt tried to get the both of them into clothes. It was a miraculous dance of two so different and yet so similar bodies and minds. The long strands of black-and-gold whisking around, glittering in the morning sun, swaying in the morning air. The short locks of brightest blue whipping from side to side, shining in the light of aurora, ruffling in the breeze of aurora. Hands and legs and bodies touching and separating, feet drumming against the wooden, stony floor creating the beat for Albel's and Fayt's swift and calculated masquerade which destination and purpose were beyond them and their control. It was like destiny did not allow any kind of off-beat, misjudgment in this shady promenade in which they circulated around each other fearing the mistakes, looking at the fall.

Fayt did not know *exactly* how long it had been like this, the two of them performing this farce, masquerade where everything the dancers saw, felt, heard, was either lie or encrypted truth with some many possible answers - right and wrong. But! Fayt knew that the very beginning was his first encounter with Albel Nox and the dances of the masks had been revealed when Albel had been turned into a child. He wondered how long they could keep this stage show up before the other one of them would make a fatal mistake, would take a wrong steps and cruel truths would be revealed.

Fayt knew that life would go on, no matter how much he would protest and would fight back. There was no more turning back. It was sad, frightening truth for Fayt. In the end, no matter what he might feel about it, he would have to leave Albel. It did not matter what he wanted, felt towards the other male, it was his desire to finish his education and receive the degree of Master of Science. Fayt was fairly sure that Albel would never want to leave his birth-planet, Elicoor II, everything that was familiar to him behind.

When reflecting on the situation in which they were, Albel guessed that the morning had been alright... It was not like he had not found things that he could have complained about. But overall feeling was that the morning had not been so bad. Albel had seen once again Fayt flustered and flushed and half-naked. The day that began with half-naked Fayt Leingod could not be entirely bad.

The breakfast was not as bad as Albel had been afraid of. It never was but to be true to his nature Albel always prepared for the worst. In the end the only things that he never grew tired to complain about were coffee and tea. He *really* could not understand the method Aquarians used to make those two beverages. It was beyond him *how* it was *possible* for them make them so fucking *sweet* without any sugar. Even the smell of those two drinks made Albel's taste buds scream in agony and teeth rot and drop. But it always delighted him to see Fayt trying to cover his grimace when the other male forgot not to add some sugar.

It was around the third day after their arrival to the Holy City of Aquios, when Albel stalked around the castle impossibly *well* bored. Why he was bored, was a sum of many occurrences and situations that had happened before. Mostly he was bored because he was unable to train. Well... He was kind of able to train but only his basic sword skills and series of slashes, blows and trusts. There was nothing important he was able to practice and the last stab was the fact that Fayt refused to train with him. Albel had acknowledged the truth and problems that his small frame brought to him and he had refrained from spreading his wisdom and superiority among the ignorant Aquarian maggots that pretended to guard the castle. It had been mentally very painful road to admit even to himself, that those worms - for once in their meaningless lives! - were able to cause harm to him.

All these points left Albel without anything to do and he was deadly bored. He was aware that Fayt Leingod was currently having a meeting with their best Compounders to recognize, analyze the potion that had turned Albel into a child and to find a cure as soon as possible. Fayt had told Albel firmly that he was only leaving from the meeting for a damn good reason. So as he wandered without destination to and fro the corridors of the castle, Albel tortured his brains to develop something to do. And preferably something that somehow involved an intercourse with the blue-haired Earthling. So now Albel had to develop one damn good reason to spend at least part of the day with the emerald-eyed youngster.

But for Albel's annoyance, nothing was coming to him and he was forced to go on with his wanderings.

Without Albel never really becoming completely aware of it, every activity that somehow involved Fayt's presence had begun dominate the top of his 'I like'-list. Hell, it was not only activity, but *everything* that somehow involved Fayt Leingod.

Albel descended the several staircases in his search for a good excuse to force Fayt's entire attention focus on him. With mild interest he noticed that the corridors he was walking along were not any longer as bright or wide or high as those he usually passed by on his way to his and Fayt's room. These quite un-Aquarian features quirked Albel's curiosity and he continued forward. As he progressed onward along the corridor he noticed that air was becoming moister and - surprisingly - warmer than nearer the staircases leading to the upper levels. Soon after Albel found himself standing in front of a pair of large twin doors. Some steam was sprouting from under the doors and he could smell clean water and herbal soaps and something unidentifyingly sweet. Soundlessly he opened the door and peered inside cautiously.

What Albel found behind the doors, was a corridor where a little bit surprised male servant greeted him nonetheless respectfully and pulled the small child inside. It did not take too much time and inquiry before Albel knew that this place was a bath-house which led Albel realize that he had not taken a really *good* bath after his transformation. This led him to of course think of Fayt because no way a small, three-year-old boy could have a bath alone in a big place like this.

With a devious grin on his face Albel told servant that he would have to go and fetch someone older to bathe with him and begun to run back to the upper levels. It took some time, questioning and gritting of the teeth before he was able to locate Fayt in the castle. It took a little more time to reach the correct door, to even out his breath, to knock on the door and to step in when he got the permission. As Albel stepped in he quickly wiped away any trace of his devious grin, took as innocent expression as he could muster and rushed to face Fayt.

As soon as Fayt saw that the person who had very politely knocked on the door and waited for permission to come in was Albel, he became immediately suspicious. He was even more suspicious when he confronted Albel's innocent face although the other one almost beamed from inner delight. Fayt knew that whatever was going on inside the sword master's head, it would be *Fayt* whom would suffer. He could see his doom coming closer when Albel opened his mouth.

The words that rolled from the lips of the Elicoorian military captain shocked every single person inside the room. "I need to have a bath, fool, and you're going to come with me. I can't go alone. I don't want to drown into a pool", he pointed out and frowned for extra effect.

When reflecting on the situation in which they were, Fayt realized that he should have seen this question coming up sooner or later. But he had not anticipated it at all and Albel had caught him off-guard making part of his mask shatter and fall off revealing what was beneath. Fayt really did not know how to cover his embarrassment. He looked stressed and he knew that very well. He was fully aware that Albel's request orientated from the fact that he had a body of a three-year-old child. He was also fully aware that the mind inside that perfectly innocent looking body was definitely *not* that of a three-year-old child's but a fully grown up, 24-year-old man's! Whom knew *exactly* how to torture Fayt.

"What?" There was nothing intelligent Fayt could say, because his brains had shut down. He was vaguely certain that his initial words would generate a scorning and taunting response from Albel. But his head was spinning so badly that Fayt was not certain even of his surname.

Puffy and Louise just blinked uncertainly and their eyes altered between Albel and Fayt. The look in Puffy's eyes would have disturbed Fayt greatly if he would have noticed it. Milenya smiled gently to both of the boys with Mirage. Sophia seethed from anger and jealousy while Peppita just could not understand *why* Fayt was blushing. She wondered if it was something that Albel said, but there was nothing strange in the black-and-gold-haired swordsman's words.

When reflecting on the situation in which they were and when considering Albel's nature, it was quite nice of him *not* to retort with words, but just glared at the blue-haired swords-wielder. Albel chose not to say anything so that Fayt would not make up an excuse not to accompany him to the bath-house. Still deep inside his mind Albel congratulated himself of his gracious and -in a way - merciful action of keeping quiet.

Fayt felt that his knees were on their jolly way to turn into a jelly, that he needed to sit down and think, that he needed desperately to clear off his head so he could think rationally. Unfortunately for him both Albel *and* his heart, soul, thought that there was not need for such a thing as rational thinking. Because it got in the way of everything good. Because it spoiled Fayt's every spontaneous action. Because it was logic and logic blocked away the truth of feelings and impulses. It was logic that supported the masquerade which Albel and Fayt were dancing. It was belied, suppressed feelings that reinforced the beat which kept Albel and Fayt swaying around each other.

Half blindly Fayt groped for a chair to sit on and when he finally found one he slumped down, massaging his temples to clear his jumbled thoughts. Albel saw what he was trying to do and quickly found his way to Fayt's lap. The child-formed Elicoorian Captain did not need Fayt thinking. He needed Fayt acting and coming to the baths with him. So distraction was in order.

It took some time for Albel to decide what to do, because he had to consider every possibility and which route would provide the best possible course of action. Which procedure would bring out the most effective distraction? Albel kind of knew *what* would *definitely* distract Fayt but because of the audience in the room he was kind of *lacking* the will to use that method... That was until he noticed that Fayt had begun to regain his composure.

"You'll come with me, right..?" Albel asked pleadingly and fiddled with the zipper of Fayt's vest. He really could not think anything else, but when he would turn back to adult he would *never* again lower himself into using this kind of schemes... On the other hand, it felt quite nice to touch Fayt, so...

It was not an everyday occurrence to the persons inside that particular room to see Albel Nox *snuggling* against Fayt Leingod *very* affectionally. It was not an everyday occurrence even to Fayt, but he was too content and hazy-minded to register the peculiarity of the action. He accepted what he got from the other male. The other occupants of the room were so amazement-stricken that they did not register their jaws dropping to the floor.

Both Fayt and Albel were more than mildly aware of the others gaping at them. It did nothing good for Albel's plan to keep Fayt distracted until the Earthling young man would give him an agreeing answer. But it seemed that everything was against Albel's plans and will, when Fayt shook his head and looked at Albel clear glimmer in his eyes.

While Albel the gasps were the hindrance, to Fayt those gasps were the wake-up call. He did not - for the sake of his own pride and well-being - dare to look around himself or meet anyone's eyes. He just looked at somewhere in the direction of Albel and stroked the child's back softly.

Fayt knew that there was a huge dilemma in this situation. If he would decline Albel's request, the other swordsman would be extremely hard to handle for a long time. If he would accept the request, the other members of their party would begin to question the relationship between him and Albel and his devotion to reach the end of their quest. Fayt closed his eyes and rethought the entire situation. He realized that there was one big flaw in his line of deduction. Albel *would* be hard to handle. The others *might* start asking difficult questions. The difference was between 'would be' and 'might be'. The source was the same: the hesitance. The difference was in emerald-green and blood-red, viridian and vermillion, beryl and ruby. The source was the same: the light. The difference was between 'like' and 'hate', 'need' and 'want'. The source was the same: the soul.

The difference was in his mind, in his actions, in that what Fayt wanted. But the origin of the different results was the same: Fayt Leingod himself. Was there a difference in the possibilities because he was hesitating, because he did not even himself know what he really wanted?

Albel knew that look on Fayt's face. It was always this expression that Fayt made before telling bad news to someone. The utter defeat. The desire to comfort. The unchangeable regret. The crushed hopes, dreams. Albel knew that look on Fayt's face. But never before it had been there for Albel. He wanted to deny it, say it did not exist. There was only one thing Albel would be able to do to spare himself from being left open, from hearing those words of one form of rejection.

Fayt wound his arms around Albel and stood up. Without a word he walked over the floor to the door, where he stopped and while keeping his eyes on the wooden door he said over his shoulder to the others: "I'm taking Albel to the bath-house per his request. You stay here and continue searching the cure for Albel's condition." He pushed the door open with his other hand and left the room behind him and Albel. As Fayt closed the door he heard Sophia's voice calling after him desperately. "We're counting on you...", he whispered sadly to himself.

As Fayt looked back, he could not tell even to himself since when things, situations, feelings between him and Sophia had changed on his side. He despised himself for being so spineless that he could not even tell the innocent brown-haired girl that things had changed forever for him. No. Perhaps it was so that Fayt had never really felt anything like Sophia did for him. As things were now... Fayt wondered silently why he could not shed his mask for his childhood friend's sake and tell her that there was no future for 'Fayt and Sophia'. What made him so gutless, unworthy? He did not know if he had a chance or potentiality to be to Albel what Sophia - probably - wished to be to him.

"I'll destroy everything", Fayt breathed out almost without any sound, "so there'll be no pain inside me, her, him, them, anyone." He let his eyelids flutter down and took blind step forward. "A story, a tale, unrequited love, passion, destroying every bit of hope, yearning, pleading, demanding, willingly given,..." The words seemed to force themselves out of Fayt's mouth, never asking his permission to do so. "... virgin, saint, demon, sinner, lost to the world, lost to the beloved, fighting, blood, gore, pain, passion, lust, desire, shattering masks of lies and truths, quotes, questions..." He sighed as he began to descent the first staircase on their way but he did not open his eyes even when he felt Albel's body stiffening in his arms.

Albel listened in amazement and fear the breeze that passed over Fayt's lips. The malicious, desperate words so silent that Albel had to guess over half of them to form logical words. The silent plea of help for the inner confusion the other one was comforting. It both scared and irritated Albel and he was not able to keep his mouth shut. "Stop that insane babbling right this moment!" he demanded loudly. "What the hell is wrong with you, maggot?!"

Fayt opened his glassed eyes but did not look at Albel. "'You would not seek to question a poem, or a falling leaf, or the mist on the mountaintop. Why, then do you question me?'(1)" he whispered, allowing his mind to wander, not concentrating at all.

Albel's understanding ended there. He did not spare a thought for what might result from his actions and hit Fayt squarely on the head with the sheathed Crimson Scourge with all of his might. When sitting in Fayt's embrace, it did not require much of accuracy to strike land there where it had been intended.

The hit surprised Fayt entirely and forced him to snap out of his mindless rambling. It also resulted in him letting go of Albel - thus dropping him - and grabbing onto his head which thankfully was not bleeding. Albel's blow might have lost most of its strength but still it hurt like hell.

The double yells of pain echoed through the corridors of the castle and startled several guardians. The following word fight reassured the guards that they really did not want to go and have a look at what was going on between Fayt Leingod and Albel Nox. Whatever it was, they could not to anything but admire the blue-haired boy's courage as he told Albel off with his cutting words. Albel was no less good with his sarcastic remarks, but there was so many stories about Albel the Wicked that his skills on that field were not a surprise to any of those Aquarian guards that heard the fight.

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In the end what was truly interesting, was the fact that Albel and Fayt came once again into terms with each other without much ado. It might have been because Albel was more interested in getting to the baths - meaning getting Fayt naked - and Fayt was very unwilling to explain to Albel what he had been thinking of when muttering all those words of destruction and unsureness. After all... He was not so sure even himself of what he had meant with them in the first place, but he believed that it had something to do with Sophia and Albel.

Things being as stated before, the rest of Albel's and Fayt's journey to the bath-house was uneventful. No more dropping Albel, no more hitting Fayt. No arguing or fighting over nothing. No losing their way. Uneventful in all its glory.

Good for Albel and Fayt.

Good for the peace in the castle of Aquaria.

When they arrived to the end of the suspicious corridor which Albel had found earlier, Fayt opened the very same doors that Albel had opened before him and peeked in. He was not quite sure if he wanted to go in voluntarily - the steam smelled something sweet that might be some kind of drug - but the male servant, who happily greeted him and Albel whom was walking hand in hand with him, prevented his escape by pulling them in by Fayt's hand. The man was like an eddy pushing several towels into Fayt's free hand and before the emerald-eyed Earthling had time to say anything, he had shoved them into a dressing-room meant for men.

For a moment Fayt just stood in the middle of the room and tried to adjust his brains to what had happened before and what was going to happen next. Then it hit to him with full force that now there would be no turning back and he would have to go into the baths with Albel. No objections. This situation was not possibly the worst possible outcome, but Fayt knew that there were all the signs of catastrophe displayed.

Then Fayt remembered who was the person here with him. Albel Nox. The person whom he admired and trusted. The person whose sexual desire he had *never* heard of even in the rumors. Fayt remembered himself that Albel's focus was in the fighting and becoming strong, not in the sex and romance like Cliff's. And why would someone with the looks of Albel try to do - that is, molest - another male, who would be Fayt in the current situation? Sure, Albel had kissed him once or twice, but that had happened after his transformation to the child. It was logical to think that those occurrences had happened because that potion had messed up the hormonal balance of Albel's body or because they had been simply accidents. There was nothing strange about it.

When Fayt moved forward to help Albel to undress and unravel his long hair, the blue-haired youngster wondered how much one could be in denial before it would become too obvious to be denied. He precisely folded up every piece of Albel's clothing and put them aside neatly. When Fayt wound a big, fluffy towel around Albel's young, naked body, he pondered in what way he might be in denial. Was he wishing that Albel would literally molest him thoroughly and deny the fact that it would never happen, or was he trying to deny the fact that Albel had started to molest him *after* turning into a child, so it happened only because of hormonal unbalance? When Fayt began to remove his own clothes his back turned towards Albel, he had to admit that he really did not know. There were many uncertainties in his mind about his and his circumstances. When Fayt secured a towel around his waist, he came to the conclusion that these things really did not matter because he was considering them all alone without taking into consideration Albel's opinion. It was just that he was not yet quite ready to discuss these unfamiliar feelings and thoughts with the elder male.

Fayt asked himself whether or not he was gay as he turned around and motioned Albel to follow him to the bathing area. He observed the blood-eyed male from the corner of his eye, and his close inspection and thinking of some other male instead of Albel walking, following him, resulted in him deciding it was not the males in general that excited him, but this particular person. That thought made him take a deeper look at what 'the most precious one' meant personally to him. Perhaps it was so that these kinds of feelings and thoughts were not tied into the something as meaningless as gender or physical form.

Where was the beginning? The first glance? The first words? The first fight? Was it somewhere in the time they still had been enemies? Or had it happened after they had become allies? Fayt could not recall. But then he speculated that it did not matter. Even if he could know the moment when the languishing emotions rooted themselves into his soul, character, drive, resolution, mind, heart the outcome, that was the reality now, would not change. Fayt could only accept and move forward, learn the true meaning of these feelings that warmed and lighted the loneliness of his existence as the defier of the Creator, that brought upon him a greater responsibility for not harming those persons who could not accept him as he was.

Albel's eye and brow twitched from irritation so overwhelming that he did not think he had *ever* felt so irritated before. It was not like he had not seen the blue-haired Earthling naked before. Okay. That time it had been nighttime and kind of dark, but Fayt had not been wearing any clothing back then! Fayt was ruining Albel's master plan by playing modest and stripping his - very nice but that was not the point here! - back turned to Albel and then wrapping a towel around his hips. That was so no-go in his mind and as he walked behind the blue-haired young man he tried to find a way to get rid of the annoying towel.

The solution came to Albel in a form of a fortunate accident.

As they entered to the bathing area neither Fayt nor Albel expected the floor to be made out of white marble and polished so it shined... and was very, very, *very* slippery because of water. Fayt who entered first stumbled only little but alarmed by his inability to control his feet he turned around with the intention to warn Albel about the deadly combination of water and polished marble floor. But Albel followed him so close by that there was nothing he could do.

With a scream of surprise Albel slipped and began his dive towards the floor nose first. Stumbling, he reached out with his hands to grasp a hold on something, anything, and his fingers managed to grab onto the towel around Fayt's waist. For Fayt's horror and Albel's delight the knot did not hold and the towel loosened, making Albel fall on the floor and Fayt... well... naked.

Beet red Fayt wanted to die because of this utter disgrace he was going through and hid his face into his hands.

Albel looked up and wanted to drool because of the sight above him. //Damn... He's rather *well* endowed//, flashed though his hazy brains. Albel quickly gathered his wits, stood up and offered the towel to Fayt broodingly. "Your towel, fool", he gritted between his teeth but Fayt did not react. "You seem to take pleasure from flashing your private parts to everyone around you", he said smugly and smirked.

The towel disappeared from Albel's hand and was back around red-faced Fayt's waist almost before he finished his sentence. Albel snorted and raised his arms demandingly.

Without word Fayt picked Albel up to his arms. There was no need to allow the harm fall upon the other one if he would happen to slip again. But it was not that simple and Fayt knew it very well. It was also the matter of the need to feel the other swordsman's skin against his own. The need to feel the naked skin on naked skin... Fayt was not sure since when that desire had developed and began to manipulate his thoughts. Surely it had not been there last night?!

Fayt put Albel down when they arrived to the place which was meant for the cleaning and, without asking Albel's permission or opinion, Fayt began to wash the other male's long hair. Albel protested at first but then he quit and concentrated on protecting his wounded hand. It was not like Fayt's massaging fingers felt unpleasant against his scalp or something. In fact it was very nice and in some other situation Abel knew that he would have found the touch arousing.

Once again Albel Nox cursed this child's body of his. He hated the way Fayt kept his touch impersonal and asexual, not wanting to hint anything of sorts. But Albel knew. He had awakened to realize Fayt's desire towards him. Fayt wanted Albel, the real Albel. Albel was not sure just how deep this desire of the 19-year-old's ran. Was it something more than just lust? There were no hints whatsoever. The mask the blue-haired one was wearing did not let anything out and Albel just had to wonder.

After cleaning up Albel, Fayt washed up himself. All that time it took to wash his hair and body he felt Albel's eyes over him. An impersonal stare studying him to find a flaw that the ruby-eyed Captain could use for his advantage in the battlefield. Then the eyes left him alone and from the corner of his eye, Fayt saw the elder one proceeding towards the shallow pools of hot water. Fayt rinsed himself once more before walking over to the other pool and sinking into the water.

Fayt sighed in pleasure and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Albel... doing... something... in the other pool. That was when the images and feelings came to him. It was the familiar feeling of Albel's heat and presence over him, the burning hot breath caressing his cheek and Fayt snapped his eyes open in disbelief. Had something happened to the Elicoorian swordsman?

There was no Albel above Fayt but his body refused to acknowledge that fact. It was feeling the touch of the metal-claws on his skins, the bruising grip on his forearm, a leg pressing against his lower private body parts.

This was Fayt's disgrace and he thanked all the gods he could think of that Albel was over the other side of the bathing room, where there were the shallower pools. He cursed his way too good imagination that was so not helpfully providing to him some *very* alluring mental imagines about Albel's real body. Naked and wet and hot and ready to play with Fayt. He could not fathom that now he was seeing some really mature daydreams with his eyes open, not sleeping.

Fayt was already 19 years old, so he was not a real teenager with hormones running rampant any more. Despite that fact he could not remember ever being as hard and ready as he was now, unless he compared this situation to the first night after Albel's transformation. Things were different now than they had been back then. There was a pool full of freezing cold water, but to get there Fayt would have to stand up and pass by Albel. He was not yet quite that ready to bear such a humiliation.

The probability of getting caught was not as low as Fayt would have hoped but he really did not know what else to do. His mind was still force-feeding to him images of real Albel naked so the possibility of his arousal going away on its own was nonexistent. So keeping it strictly on his mind that Albel was near by, Fayt circled his throbbing arousal with his hand.

The hot water made his enlarged organ highly sensitive and every stimulation he added to it made jolts run through Fayt's spine. He could not help himself from staring Albel's small back and the wet, bi-colored hair running over the healthy-colored skin decorating it with wild patterns.

Albel was leaning, stretching above Fayt. His crimson eyes shone from the lust, desire as he pressed his face closer to Fayt's and locked his lips over Fayt's opened ones. The feeling of the elder man's tongue inside his mouth was heady. The feeling of the elder man's skin over his hot water sensitized skin was unequalled, unrivalled. Eating Fayt away. Making him beg inside his mind, head. More, more, more. Albel's hand was mingling with his own around his arousal, adding the new kind of pressure into his strokes.

The lips rose from Fayt's and emeralds and rubies locked into a stare of defiance, lust, acceptance. Fayt slid his other hand down, behind his cock and touched his balls. His eyes did not go astray from the bloody ones. What he saw inside them was so enchanting, unbelievable that he just could not look at anywhere else but into them. Albel closed his eyes and aligned his lips with Fayt's ear. He forced Fayt's hand to pump, move faster over the hard on and to squeeze, massage the testicles a little bit harder. The lips over the ear opened and whispered a few words into it as Fayt came with startled cry of pleasure and pain.

"You really think that this is all, my Fallen One...?" A distant echo of the once lost thought without form or source. "My beloved fool..."

Fayt's sudden scream startled Albel badly and made him jerk his head towards the other one. He saw the emerald-eyed swordsman submerging with an expression of surprise and agony on his face. Albel did not even realize that he had somehow reacted on Fayt's scream and was kind of amazed to find himself kneeling beside the pool where Fayt had submerged. With mild interest he counted how long it took before the Leingod boy surfaced with huge spluttering.

"*What* do you think you're doing?" Albel asked irritation lacing his voice. His eyes shone icily and he was grinding his teeth.

Fayt placed his hands on the edge of the pool and smiled shyly. He raised himself out of the water without realizing that he was now entirely naked and laughed a little embarrassing laughter. "I was going to get out of the pool when I slipped and..." he shrugged his shoulders and a bright blush tinted his face.

Albel wanted to scream at the other that he was telling a lie, but something in the other one's facial expression stopped him. There was something going on that bothered the blue-haired youngster. Something had happened to Fayt that made him a little bit timid.

"Albel?" Fayt asked and waved his hand in front of the other's red eyes. "If you're done, could we leave?" he asked and allowed that slow smile that made Albel melt inside grace his pretty face.

Albel did not find any reason to stay in the baths any longer and he told so too to Fayt.

Standing up Fayt pulled Albel to his arms and walked out off the baths. On their way out they took one final rinsing - because Fayt insisted. Inside the changing room Fayt realized that neither of them had clean clothes with them. Reluctant to put on his dirty clothes Fayt decided to wrap Albel into a big towel and snatch to himself one of the bathing robes.

They collected some very intimidating but good-willed and accepting stares from the persons they passed by on their way to their room. Fayt was oblivious to everything those stares implied and Albel had once again fallen into sleep on the Earthling's arms.

TBC...

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Author's Note 2: Quality of this story is *definitely* dropped. Because I do not like nothing that I write. I think...? But I really do think that there is something wrong... Hopefully I find the problem soon.

(1) "You would not seek to question a poem, or a falling leaf, or the mist on the mountaintop. Why, then do you question me?" This quote is taken from book: Neil Gaiman & Yoshitaka Amano: The Sandman - The Dream Hunters.

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