Words Are Nothing When Silent

Fandom: Star Ocean 3
Pairing: Albel x Fayt

Comment: I wrote this story when I watched the scenes where Albel acquires the Crimson Scourge, Fayt & Albel's ending, and then their conversation in Urssa Lava Temple. It really hits me that Albel might very well be a gentle person hiding behind a tough exterior because he can't handle reality in any other way. Having lost his father in such a violent way while he watched, losing his arm and all faith in himself, such experience can traumatize a youth for life and induce the creation of a new persona. But after the trail of the Crimson Scourge, Albel seems to mellow a bit, and if you watch the other scenes above, hidden bits of Albel's true self shows. This piece is written with the idea of Albel finally coming to turns with his life and various other things with Fayt at his side, but the end result doesn’t show it very well, does it? *scratches head*

This is also the first piece that I wrote with anything sexual in it, I've taken another step towards hell.

I don't own Star Ocean, the game's rights belong to it's creators.

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Fayt moans into his pillow as his fingers grabs onto the bed sheets, wrinkling and pulling them from the mattress. The youth gasps for breath as the steady but insistent rhythm builds up into an undeniable desire inside of him. He tries to peer through the slits of his eyes to see the person above him, but his vision is too blurry to see much detail. Cold fingers holds on to his wrists and keeps him down, not the young Earthling would struggle anyway, he never did, not even in the beginning... well, not too much anyway. Suddenly the sensation is gone, as he is flipped forcibly onto his back. Something pushes though his lips as Fayt feel himself getting consumed by an unrelenting kiss, and it threatens to take over all of his senses. Without warning, his partner again enters him, and the young man would cry out in pain of the penetration if only his mouth is not so occupied. The blue-haired youth shuts his eyes tightly, part from the pain, part from the wish to not see his own pitiful reflection in the other's eyes. Fayt lets go of the bed sheets and holds tightly onto the other as the tension inside of his being expands. The kiss, the sensation, everything is threatening to push him over the edge, but he never gets there. Just as suddenly as it started, it ends, Fayt's partner pulls out of him and goes on his way, leaving the young Earthling to deal with his own arousal.

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The youth sits on the floor next to the roaring fireplace, Airglyph is not known for it's warm weather, and he hugs himself tightly. He stares at the dancing fire, it's color reminding him so much of his partner. He was so happy when he found out that they can stay together, but everything did not work out as he had hoped.

"Albel..." Fayt murmurs softly to himself as tears threaten to break through his defenses.

It's not the deed itself that bothers the young man, in fact, Fayt had found himself fantasizing about it before that fateful night happened.

He remembers that night as a particularly cold night, Albel was called away on some meeting and Fayt had gone to sleep as usual. The youth awoken to hands on his body and looked up to see his roommate standing over him. Things went down spiral from there. Despite not looking like it on the outside, the slurred speech and the suffocating smell of alcohol indicated that the man's not only drunk, he's plastered. At first Fayt tried to put the swordsman to bed, but soon realized that the joke is on him as Albel grabbed his face for a forceful kiss. Scared of what might happen if he doesn’t struggle, but even more scared of hurting the other man if he does, somehow Fayt just let it happen.

The young Earthling was unable to sleep the whole night from the rough usage of his body, and wondered what the psychotic man's reaction would be when he wakes. The Elicoorian had always been an early riser, and to his credit, only woken up a bit later than his usual time. Fayt had pretended to be asleep with his backside towards the man, but carefully watching him from a mirror on the wall. At first the man looked quite confused as to what happened. But then, and Fayt can swear he was not seeing things, Albel just shrugged, picked up his own clothing and moved back to his own bed. It took all of the young man's self control to not cry right there. Somewhere during the deed, Fayt had realized he is not Albel's first, the man was too practiced for a beginner. Rather he's the first or some maid has that honor is not what bothered him, but the fact that the other man had just shrug off almost raping him like it's nothing, that hurt like a bitch.

Not only that, he was ashamed at himself for letting it happen, he felt ashamed of himself for letting himself be taken advantage of by a man that everyone knew won't give a rat's ass about him.

Still, it didn't stop there, several days later, the same thing repeated itself and this time, the man is sober. It still happened the same way, with the same ending, and the same wound.

Perhaps somehow Fayt had hoped Albel would change the outlook if it happened often enough, but it never did. A fool's hope it certainly was. Fayt knows the swordsman is not one for saying how he feels; the captain of the Black Brigade probably would rather die under Corsell's foot in a loud, squishy plop than do that. With tears choking on the back of his throat, Fayt hides his face in his knees again.

The others had been right, he should have never stayed, he should have left for Earth and continued his education somewhere, he should have done anything but stayed. No one thought staying with Albel the Wicked was a good idea, frankly, even he had doubted himself back then, wondering how long it would take for his head to decorate wall after some insignificant argument. What happened was way worse than that. Maybe... it is time to do something about it.

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Albel scowls as he makes his way through the cold Airglyph streets, trying to make out the way through the thick blanket of snow that refuses to let up. Pulling his cloak closer to himself, he again curses the weather and any gods that are even distantly related to the subject. The man is in a very bad mood, credit that to an old man who can't keep his mouth shut about things that aren't his concern. Count Woltar always had a habit of sticking his nose into Albel's business, he can't even get away of not changing his clothing for a day without the old coot lecturing him about it. But this time, the old geezer really should have kept his mouth shut. It is Albel's personal business whom he lives with and how he treats them, and wherever did that old fart get the idea what Albel lov... The Black Brigade captain refuses to continue the train of thought.

Finally arriving at the house he shares with another, he pound on the door, waiting for it to be open, only to find it unlocked.

A sudden panic forms at the bottom of his belly, but the swordsman refuses to let it show. He manage to keep the calm demeanor long enough to finish the first, semi-through, sweep of the house. But when he finds that all traces of the other resident have disappeared from the house, he collapses in an uncharacteristic slump on the floor... and wept.