Blood and Emeralds

Blood and Emeralds

Author: Ciissi
Lyrics: It’s the Fear by Within Temptation
Fandom: Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time; part of “Generals and Slaves” Arch
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: Contains yaoi meaning at least two boys having sec together. Violent master-slave relationship.
Author’s Note 1: This is my first fic. Please, do not die to it. I might get sued… The next part of “Generals and Slaves” Arch should be RoyEd from Fullmetal Alchemist so do not get confused and these are mostly one-shots.

*****

The First Part: Blood and Emeralds
[It waits for the day I will let it out.]
[To give it a reason, to give its might.]

The First General of Elicoor Kingdom was in the worst of moods when he walked towards his rooms. He wished that someone would give him a reason to get impaled by his katana and claw which armored his left arm. He was most displeased to his co-worker and – in his opinion – underling the Second General of Elicoor Kingdom, Cliff Fittir. The First General absolutely hated and despised the elder man. He did not think that the blond maggot had something worthy of *his* attention.

General Albel Nox had been wrong. And big time.

*****

Albel Nox’s morning had been pleasant and refreshing. He had woken, eaten some breakfast and used couple of hours to questioning – torturing would anybody else said… – some prisoners. It was peacetime god’s sake! He had not better things to do! Unfortunately for Albel all the prisoners had been maggots who broke down and gave up after half an hour of questioning. It had been little disappointing but he had learned to cope with.

Albel had almost been happily skipping – of course he *would not* admit anything like it and none would not dare to say anything disagreeing… if they wanted to keep their lives that it is – along corridor in Airyglyph Castle when a page had approached him. He had received a summons from Their Majesties King and Queen.

Later Albel would decide that it had been the page’s and the Second General’s the worst possible timing which ruined his mood.

Albel had taken the summons from and dismissed the young boy who had been grateful to gods that he did not have to spent long time within the reach of the First General. He had read the letter and – some what – automatically raised his head to look when he had heard the obnoxious voice of the Second General booming down the crossing corridor. That blond maggot just did not know how to be silent. And maggot had not been alone. Albel had heard several other footsteps. He had realized that some of steps belonged to meaningless worms that followed that blond maggot everywhere but some were meaningful.

Albel had known that one of those footsteps would belong to lady Mirage Koas, blond maggot’s younger sister. Lady Koas was perhaps the only woman – aside of the Queen – that the First General respected at least a little. That young woman – who still was older than Albel Nox – knew every trick to keep her idiotic elder brother in check.

The other pair of steps so Albel had decided would belong to Cliff Fittir’s bed slave and favorite slave in every aspect, Nel Zelpher. The red-headed slave made Albel want to puke. Every time he saw that hideous woman he wanted to bury his katana and claw in woman’s entrails.

Because Albel *had* raised his head he had had the unpleasant joy of seeing Cliff Fittir and his troupe. He had had an intention to sneer and walk coldly away but before he had had time to do anything, he had seen something that had almost made his hair stand up.

The First General Albel Nox had seen the resigned, dirty slave slowly creeping by behind Fittir’s bodyguard Adray Lasbard. He had not been able to see anything specific about the slave but the rough rope which had been tied around slave’s unclean throat. For some unknown reason, Albel had found himself being angry to the way Fittir treated the slave whether it was female or male.

The Second General’s troupe had continued on without noticing Albel. Suddenly the small slave had raised its head and seen Albel. The clear, unyielding emeralds had looked him square in the eyes and then they had been gone. Albel had seen despair and fear deep down those eyes. And so he had felt the first time in his life bangs of jealousy hitting in him.

*****

After that moment Albel Nox hated Cliff Fittir more than anything else and feared that emerald-eyed one and himself like he had never before had afraid. In fright he had realized he did not know himself any longer…

[I fear who I am becoming,]
[I feel that I am losing the struggle within.]
[I can no longer restrain it,]
[my strength it is fading.]
[I have to give in.]

Albel Nox, the First General of the great Kingdom of Elicoor, hated the world.

*****

Albel entered his room and slumped down to sit onto his bed. He pressed his head onto his hands and sighed – indeed an unusual action for him – and tried to decide what was wrong in him. The room around him was ascetic and nobody would have believed on first glance that this room belonged to the best swordsman and the highest general in the kingdom.

Soon Albel understood that he was getting no-where with brooding – though he did not use exactly THAT word… – and rose. He came into conclusion that it was better if he would leave the royal capital behind him and travel his real home in Kirlsa Training Facility. He was in fact quite bored in Airyglyph and now that there was something wrong in him, he might end up killing that blond maggot – he might end up doing it anyway.

When decision had been made, young general did not waste his time. He called his second in command and adjutant Colonel Vox in front of him and made his orders clear. Every man in Albel Nox’s personal guard Black Brigade had to be ready to leave towards Training Facility in two hours. No tardiness accepted.

Colonel Vox paled little to absoluteness of his general’s orders. But he knew well enough to mind his own business and *not* comment general’s tone of voice. He simply bowed deep and exited the door.

Albel busied himself by packing some clothes and checking his weapons. Uncaringly he glanced his reflection in the mirror which showed the portrait of tall, thin man who had dressed into purple loincloth, purple half-thigh long stockings – or whatever *he* might call them – and purple, torso-licking shirt which left his abs bare. He had black sandals in his feet, clawed arm-protector in left arm and long glove in the right one. His pitch-black hair turned into golden on towards the tips and was about shoulder-length excluded two half-thigh long braids. He had a collar around his neck. Albel’s good looks were not dimmed by the maniac gleam in his blood-red eyes.

Albel sniffed to his reflection and picked up his belongings. He did not share a thought for little fear that had mixed with insanity in his eyes. He opened the door and stepped to corridor outside of his room. He could hear shouts somewhere near his room but he paid no heed to them as he turned to close the door.

Albel should have paid at least some attention to shouts…

As soon as he had turned back and looked up something bumped to him and made him to loose his balance. Something dark, dirty and foul smelling covered his vision as he and that something fell on the floor. Something soft and fragile and panicking and *warm*…

[It’s the fear]
[Fear of the dark]
[It’s growing inside of me,]
[that one day will come to life.]

Albel’s mind did not compute. Every inch of warm body was pressed against his.

“Please… help… me…” a frightened, melodious voice begged. A slave reached with his delicate fingers and spasmodically seized Albel’s clothing in upper torso. A whimper escaped from its lips.

Albel frowned and placed his right hand on slave’s hands. He heard shouts closing in. He looked slave, who as he had found out was male, into eyes. Blood-red met emerald and Albel’s mind seemed to shut down itself.

“General Nox!” many horrified voices called out and several dozens of chicken-like babbling voices came close. Slave was ripped from atop of Albel so he could get up.

“Please… No!” slave begged and shout as he was torn apart form Albel. He tried to grab a hold from Albel again. Instead he was hit to ground by one of soldiers.

“How dare you!” soldier spat and kicked the defenseless slave who let out a keen cry of pure pain. “How dare you lowlife touch the First General!” Man readied himself to kick slave again.

Cliff Fittir’s voice demanded to know what the fuck was going on.

[Have to save]
[To save my beloved,]

A sound which is born when sharp katana is drawn from it sheath made everybody freeze and look to General Albel Nox. Even Cliff Fittir paled when he saw the fury and insane anger which made up the entire being which was called Albel Nox.

Crimson Scourge glimmered in Albel’s hand. Without hesitation he brought the blade to rest on that soldier’s neck who had kicked the slave and he hissed something to man. Soldier crumpled to the ground in fear and slave raised his head. Slave’s eyes widened as tip of Crimson Scourge draw blood from his throat. He opened and closed his mouth but no sound came out and he slumped on the floor.

Albel turned his bloody eyes to Cliff Fittir. “THIS is YOURS, is it not?” he demanded to know with cold, emotionless voice and turned his katana to point the Second General. “You SCOUNDREL allowed your *slave* attack on me!” he seethed. “You do understand that slave’s mistake is its owner’s mistake and paid by their lives.” Albel raised the blade of Crimson Scourge and licked the cold, bright metal eyes gleaming towards other General.

Second General paled even more and Albel was inside quite amused of blonde maggot’s distress.

“I believe there is another way to solve this problem”, said strict voice of young woman and Maria Traydor, the Minister of State Affairs, stepped forward. “And I do not think that General Fittir would in purpose order his recently acquired slave to attack you, General Nox.”

Albel sniffed and glared icicles to Minister.

Minister of State Affairs was not affected. “I think it is best that from this moment on ownership of General Fittir’s slave is turned to General Nox”, sky-blue haired young woman decided. “What you think, Mirage?” She looked the younger sister of Cliff Fittir.

“I think your words are correct, lady Traydor”, Mirage Koas agreed, grabbed hold on her brother’s arm and dragged him away. All soldiers disappeared that same instant.

Maria looked Albel who did NOT seemed pleased. “So… What you are going to do with your new slave?” She made sure to sound correct.

Albel sheathed his katana and kept his thoughts as his own. Maria Traydor was dangerous. She was just used her lover in front of this oblivious brother. “I do not know. I think I look what he is made of.” Albel’s eyes flashed wickedly. “Perhaps… I first use him, then crucify him.”

[there is no escape,]
[because my faith is horror and doom.]

Minister’s jaw dropped.

The slave fainted.

Albel Nox, Albel the Wicked, the Wicked One, the First General… he just laughed and picked the slave up.

*****

The journey to the Kirlsa Training Facility was easy and quite uneventful thanks the courtesy of Air Dragons. Albel rode on the first dragon of the formation. His new slave – still being uncleaned – rode with him sitting in front of him. Albel knew that slave woke up when his body stiffened and he trembled lightly. Albel was aware of stares he and slave gathered from his men. They where disgusted. The First General should not have taken the dirty slave to ride with same dragon as himself. Any of General’s Brigadiers could have carried the slave. But it appeared that General Nox had no intentions to share his new slave… at least not yet…

Dragons descended to ground just outside of Training Facility. Albel hopped down first and made dragon to drop slave off its back. Slave was got by surprise and he screamed when he fell down and his butt came to close contact with the ground. Brigadiers laughed openly and Albel smirked when slave got back to his feet.

“Home sweet home”, Albel noted sarcastically watching gloomy stone fortress and nodded his head for men to get inside. He reached with his left – the one with metal claw – hand and grabbed a good hold of slave’s, who was trying to sneak away, arm. “Where do you think you are going?” The slave cried out and irritated Albel throw him to his shoulder. Without further fuss Albel carried slave inside and into his quarters and to be specific into his bathing room.

Albel dropped the slave to floor from where he did not get up after muffling his cry of pain. Albel pointed the pool full of clear, warm water. “Wash yourself and use towels.” His eyes hardened. “And do not DARE appear in front of me while wearing those disgusting rags.” The way he put his words was clear warning.

“Yes, Master”, slave answered with quiet, shattered voice and did not move.

Albel felt the room and slave behind him.

[Hold down your head now,]
[just let me pass by.]
[Don’t feed my fear,]
[if you don’t want it out.]

The door shut after the General. The slave sighed in relief and started to undress himself. He could not believe his luck. First that idiot loudmouth Cliff Fittir and now the fucking *First* General Albel ‘the Wicked’ Nox. Slave sighed again. //This time you *really* got yourself into a deeeeeeep shit…// He got in the pool and started to wash up. He decided to wash also his clothes, because no way in Hell he would present himself in towels or naked to General…

[I fear who I am becoming,]
[I feel that I am losing all beauty within.]
[I can no longer restrain it,]
[my strength it is fading.]
[I have to give in.]

Albel was in his combined bedroom-study when he heard bathing room’s door opening and closing. He was somewhat displeased that he had thought his slave. He turned around slowly being sure that slave had his rags on. Sight that faced Albel made him almost to swallow his tongue. Slave was wearing ragged shirt which had no sleeves and – possibly – dark grey trousers. His short hair was navy-blue and his pale, almost white skin made his emerald-green eyes shine brightly. And he was little younger than Albel.

Albel was about to choke.

The slave was also gagging at his own end. The room which he had just entered was filled with fluffy pillows and sheets. They were color of red, black, gold, purple, silver and blue. All colors were dark. The back wall was one giant window from where one could see the Traum Mountains, the Bequerel Mountains and the Barr Mountains in the distance. The blood-red curtains framed the window.

“Do you have name, slave?” Albel’s question snapped the smaller youngster out of his admiration.

Slave turned his gaze to elder man. He looked Albel with certain approval before he averted his eyes. “You have yet to give me one, Master”, he reminded his owner and bowed his head.

“I know *that*, maggot! I meant your original name, one given to you by your parents”, Albel spat and his whole demeanor turned dark and angry. He played unconsciously with the hilt of Crimson Scourge.

The slave apparently sensed how the mood became foul. “My name is Fayt Leingod, Master”, he told silently trying not to provoke ill-tempered General.

Albel nodded his head as he momentarily was lost in his thoughts. He turned his back to slave. “Come here, maggot”, he ordered his voice and body inexpressive. He only waved his right hand over his shoulder.

Fayt swallowed his sigh. //This one is so troublesome…// He did not believe that his owner would appreciate his expression of the thought no matter how small it would be. He walked across the room with light steps and kneeled behind of General.

Albel turned and looked slave’s bowed head. Blue strands of hair played and touched fair skin of boy’s cheeks and neck. Albel brought his right hand forward and allowed his fingers to linger a moment in silky fine blue locks. Suddenly he tightened his grip and pulled younger man to stand.

Fayt screamed in pain and his both hand shot up around Albel’s hand.

Albel tugged Fayt close to his body and whispered with deadly tone: “I recall telling you *not* to put those rags back on.”

“But, Master…” Fayt protested a tear pouring from the corner of his eye. “I do not have any other clothes and there was nothing resembling clothing in the bathing room.” He struggled little which caused Albel’s grip considerably tightening.

“And…?” Albel whispered and his lips brushed against other’s cheek. “I do not remember telling you to get dressed”, he pointed out and laughed deeply as Fayt’s mind registered what he had told him and turned reddish. “So…” Albel ripped Fayt’s clothes with his claw.

Fayt yelled in protest and fought back, but Albel was stronger than he and struggling only helped Albel to dispose the offending garments. Finally Fayt stand in front of Albel as naked as the day he had born. He panted heavily and Albel’s breath was not very even either. Albel let his hold from blue hair dissolve and he pushed his slave further so he could look him.

Fayt’s whole skin was pale, almost white. No scar marred his perfection

Fayt blushed from humiliation as blood-red eyes scanned his naked body. “Please, Master…” he asked weakly and tried to cover himself. “Please do not, Master…”

Albel tipped Fayt over straight down to pillows and sheets which made up his bed. He lowered his body to cover Fayt’s naked one entirely. He fingered the claps that held his claw-armor fastened onto his arm and allowed it to loosen and slid to the floor. Albel lowered his head. “You look so untainted that I do not know whether it is a truth or a lie…” He slowly let his hands travel up and down Fayt’s arms and sides.

Fayt froze. His body could not move and his eyes widened hugely. “NO!” he screamed horror evidently in his voice.

[It’s the fear]
[Fear of the dark]

“Why not?” Albel asked wickedly and grabbing his hand full of Fayt’s hair he tilted other’s head so he could lick, kiss and bite emerald-eyed ones neck and throat. “Tell me, *slave*”, he ordered putting extra emphasis to word ‘slave’, “why I should not? You are quite enchanting…” His words melted away as his lips came to Fayt’s and muffled Fayt’s decreasing protests with his mouth. He brought up his hand and by pressing Fayt’s jaw muscles forced other’s lips to depart.

Fayt forgot every thought that told him to resist when Albel’s hot and strong tongue entered his mouth. His mouth flooded with Albel’s taste and power. He raised his hands and placed them on Albel’s shoulders while trying to gain more contact with man atop of him. First time of his life Fayt Leingod was getting sexually exited. He forgot all the warnings. He arched his back and twisted his leg around Albel’s. He rubbed his groin against Albel and cried into their heating kiss.

Albel released his hold of Fayt’s mouth when it became apparent that his slave was *not* going to resist any more and was *not* having enough air. He slid his hand to Fayt’s raised leg and pulled it up to his hips. Albel grinded his clothed groin into Fayt’s naked one making Fayt gasp and moan and himself grunt. “Like that now do we?” he marked and pinched Fayt’s other nibble.

Fayt managed to silence his shout of pleasure and pain. With flushed face he stared Albel right in the eyes. His cheeks got even redder shade as he felt his arousal between his legs pressing against Albel’s lower abdomen and something cloth-covered pressing into his. “Aah…” Fayt moved his hands into Albel’s hair and tried to press their mouths together, but Albel did not let him. “Ma-Master…” Fayt begged without shame or pride. Something was burning inside of him.

[It’s growing inside of me,]
[that one day will come to life.]

Albel let go of Fayt’s thigh and hair. He rose to his knees straddling Fayt to get off his shirt and glove.

When hands left his leg and hair, warm, muscular chest was raised leaving him without touch and his hands slid out of black-and-gold hair, Fayt let out whimper of protest. But then he saw General removing his upper body clothing, Fayt could not but agree. He did not wait his Master’s order and started to take off purple loincloth.

Albel’s breath hitched as Fayt’s shy and small hands began to move his clothing. “Yessssss, my Emerald-eyed beauty”, he threw the purple shirt somewhere in vicinity of his desk running his hand lightly over his hard nibbles, “touch me.” He bit one of fingers of glove and pulled it off. Glove followed the shirt. Sandals disappeared somewhere.

Meanwhile Fayt had got Albel’s belt open and simple clothing pooled down.

Fayt’s jaw dropped and Albel laughed. Albel did not wear any undergarments and Fayt’s pale hands where only a few measly inches apart elder man’s proud erection.

The chain of Albel’s collar chimed slightly as his other hand snaked down to play with hard nibble on his own chest and other came to stroke his moist cock. He arched up and threw his head backwards. His tied hairtails swept over Fayt’s legs and chest. Albel licked his lips as he run his hands over his body and listened Fayt’s difficult breathing. Fayt’s smell was as intoxicating as his taste.

Fayt did not know what to do when his owner began to touch himself. He knew he needed more but he had no idea what he was yearning. So he used his last resort. “Master… Master Albel, please…” He raised his hands pleadingly.

Shivers ran along Albel’s spine as Fayt called his name out. Hot blood-red eyes met feverish emeralds and Albel melted down atop of Fayt. They both gasped as their now naked bodies touched each other with full length. Their hands wove around and their mouths impaled against. Albel’s hands traveled along plains of Fayt’s body and Fayt’s hands took firm grip from Albel’s long hairtails.

“Spread your legs”, Albel commanded after a while rising and propping his body up with his elbow. He stroke Fayt’s thigh lightly with his fingertips and kissed Fayt’s forehead, cheeks and nose.

Fayt looked up to his Master little fear in his eyes and smiled unsurely but opened his legs wide putting himself into a very vulnerable position under his Master. Fayt wanted to keep his Master pleased so this would not stop giving him this unknown pleasure.

“Do not worry my Emerald-eyed beauty. This time I will not harm you in purposely”, Albel said with determination. He lowered his hand and fingered Fayt’s entrance between buttocks.

[Have to save]
[To save my beloved,]

Fayt’s body stiffed. “You have had lovers before and you have hurt them, Master…”

“No. I have had many bed slaves before”, Albel corrected and looked Fayt with calculation, “and yes, I have hurt them. I feel immense pleasure when I do it roughly. But I have never taken any of those bed slaves this quickly into my bed.” He frowned to the thought but did not remove his finger. Instead without warning he pushed one digit past tight ring of muscles into Fayt like wanting to show how he would have wanted to do it to Fayt.

Pain tore Fayt and he could not stop loud and shattered scream of hurt. Involuntarily he yanked Albel’s hairtails with all his strength. Finger retreated and Albel cursed. Fayt locked his tear-filled eyes to his Master’s. “Ma-Master… Forgive me… It will not happen ever again…” he mumbled and let go of Albel’s hair. He brought his hands above his head and waited the punishment for hurting his Master.

Time flowed but nothing happened. They just stared each other.

Finally Albel opened his mouth. “You are… *virgin*?” He sounded disbelieving.

All the color that once had been on Fayt’s face drained away. “I… I am sorry, Master. I…” He did not know what to do. //Master Albel is angry to me! I cannot believe I did *not* warn him. He is sooooo going to kill me…//, Fayt thought in panic. “Please, Master, forgive me.” But begging was everything he could do or say and he knew it was not enough.

Albel touched Fayt’s cheek with his finger and tremor of fear ran through Fayt. “You are forgiven this time”, he simply stated and rose.

“Master!” Fayt cried out as Albel left him alone.

“Shh, my Emerald-eyed beauty. I am only looking something that will make it easier to you.” Albel found a bottle with scented oil and returned to lay with his slave. “But I will make this exception only this one time. Next time it happens with will of *my* cravings.” He kissed his slave firmly.

[there is no escape,]
[because my faith is horror and doom.]

Fayt shivered slightly but soon enough he was once again arching into his Master’s skilled touch. He did not share further thought for meaning behind Albel’s words. Mouth that sucked his nibbles and hands which petted his skin and took a hold of his cock soon stole everything away but the pleasure. Without Albel’s encouragement Fayt opened his legs and pulled Albel’s naked body between them. A silent yelp escaped from Fayt’s lips as Albel made their erections to meet and graze together.

Albel took the bottle with orchid smelling oil and pressed his mouth Fayt’s in demanding kiss. While kissing Fayt to breathless he opened the bottle. He took his entire body weight off Fayt and poured some of oil Fayt’s cock and navel. Fayt hissed as cold liquid hit to his overheated skin and squirmed as Albel dipped one digit into oil and started to smear it around Fayt’s lower abdomen. Same time Albel made Fayt widen and raise his leg so he could see younger one’s opening.

Albel met Fayt’s hazy eyes. “Relax”, he ordered moving his oiled digit to circle Fayt’s opening.

Fayt tried not to stiffen his muscles. “I will do my best, Master Albel”, he replied with certain uncertainty.

Albel considered possibilities he had. If Fayt was not relaxed enough they both would get hurt. There were ways to distract sex-partners but to do something like them to a mere useless *slave* was unimaginable to Albel. But when Fayt made a soft sound of puzzlement Albel reorganized his priorities. Fayt looked in some kind of horror as small wicked smile swept across Albel’s lips before he lowered his head and took Fayt’s painfully hard cock into his mouth.

Fayt’s world shattered into a millions of red, black, gold and silver shards and his entire being arched upwards. He did not even notice the digit that entered him and began to stretch him.

Albel was intrigued. He had never given anyone a blowjob. Not that it was his intention this time around either but Fayt tasted… interesting. Perhaps he *should* try giving a blowjob some time around to Fayt. After all… it *did* feel good when someone did it to him… Albel put another finger into Fayt who this time whimpered in pain and stiffened little but Albel would have not noticed anything if his fingers had not been inside young man. He glanced up and saw difficultly covered scare in emerald eyes. Albel sucked Fayt’s cock and licked when he started to scissor fingers inside of Fayt.

Fayt squirmed in mixed pain and pleasure. When watching slave’s face, Albel recalled something. He let Fayt slip out of his mouth and Fayt protested. Albel could not have cared less and pushed his fingers deeper searching what he *knew* was there.

By that time Fayt felt great because he could adjust surprisingly quickly two fingers. Albel’s fingers inside were unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable and when Master looked for something Fayt felt tingle that promised something even better. But he wondered what Master thought he could fi-!

Albel found Fayt’s prostate and slave’s reaction was pleasing to General. Fayt’s shattered scream, writhing body and slightly jumping cock told how ready Fayt was. Pleadings flowed without end Fayt’s lips but Albel – because he had *already* started – was going to take his preparations to the end. He pushed the third digit in and moved his chest against Fayt’s. “If you *dare* come before I allow it, I will make sure that next two weeks in your life are like living in the Hell”, he whispered with cold facts in his voice, but he doubted if Fayt heard or understood what he was saying.

“Master, please!”

Apparently not… Oh well. Albel had stretched Fayt enough. He withdrew his fingers which was *not* desirable in any way – at least to his slave. Fayt’s yell of ‘unfair’ almost made Albel deaf.

“Stop it, silly!” Albel creaked and bit Fayt’s throat drawing blood. “I will make you feel good soon”, he murmured licking blood, “you just have to help me little.” With those words Albel straightened and took the oil bottle. He smirked and to Fayt he looked like god of sex, fucking… – whatever Fayt’s brain had went on holiday – HOT as he handed the bottle to slave. “Do you know what I want you to do, my Emerald-eyed beauty?” Albel asked and licked orchid oil from his fingers.

Fayt stared his owner for a moment before his brain registered elder man’s words. He looked between the bottle and General who was touching himself. Fayt had a *small* suspicion *what* his owner wanted him to do, but the thought was very… arousing… and imaginable that a slave would be allowed to touch his Master in that kind of manner. So Fayt decided to play safe. “I am sorry, Master…” He averted his gaze.

Albel’s smirk grew even sexier. He had seen the flash of understandment in Fayt’s eyes. “Oo… I think you know *exactly* in that perverted little mind of yours,” he stated and fell atop of Fayt, “*what* I want you to do to me with contents of that bottle.” Albel rubbed himself against Fayt’s lower abdomen making the younger one moan wantonly. He kissed slave deeply before pressing his lips against Fayt’s ear. “But if it makes you hornier, I will tell you what I want. Do you want me to tell?” Albel made his point clear by making his enlarged shaft press against Fayt’s well prepared opening.

Fayt was seeing stars of pleasure. “Please, Master, tell me!” he begged. He *knew* what was wanted from him, but he wanted Master’s permission and – okay – hearing it *was* making him hornier.

“As you wish.” Albel raised his body. “Take the oil and cover my cock with it!” he ordered huskily.

Fayt got his brains to work enough to open the bottle and to get up. He sat up Albel between his opened legs and stretched his hands to cover Albel’s erection. When Fayt’s small hands touched Albel, he shivered out of pleasure. For a virgin, Fayt had really skilled hands and he seemed enjoying immensely while pleasing his owner.

“Enough, my Emerald-eyed beauty!” Albel commanded when it came apparent that his slave was *not* going to stop without direct order. He removed Fayt’s hand from his cock and pressed boy back to sheets and pillows. He placed himself atop and between of Fayt’s legs once again and their mouths and tongues met in erotic battle. “You do not want this be over before it even started, now do you, hmmm?” Albel hissed grinding his hips. “Now remember not to tense up”, he advised as he raised Fayt’s legs and Fayt locked his hand around General’s shoulders.

Albel lifted his upper torso with his left hand and with right one he took hold of base of his cock and guided tip to Fayt’s opening. He pushed against the resistant ring of muscle. Albel raised his look and watched into Fayt’s glimmering emerald-eyes. He pressed his mouth to soul stealing kiss and forced his cock with one fluid move all the way to the hilt into Fayt’s hot passage. When fully sheathed, Albel stopped.

Fayt could keep himself from tensing, but the way General suddenly shoved his cock inside Fayt hurt. It hurt like hell despite all the preparing and Fayt could not suppress the keen cry of purest pain. He felt like Albel was splitting him into two. His nails dug into elder man’s back. Through the pain Fayt could see blood-red eyes shining with pleasure.

Albel was staying still.

Fayt panted under the General. The slave remembered then that bed slaves existed only to bring pleasure their masters, not to feel pleasure. Master Albel was cruel. Crueler than Fayt could have never thought. He had allowed Fayt to see piece of Heaven before shoving him back to place where he belonged. Fayt’s whole body was tensed and rigged. “Master… Hurts…” He let go of Albel’s shoulders and took as submissive position he could lifting his hands above head. He hoped Master would not hurt him more.

Albel could not remember when he had felt this kind of pain and pleasure. Fayt’s nails had ripped his skin and blood streamed down his back. “Ung… Silly… Relax yourself… It will only hurt more if you do not relax your muscles”, he croaked and watched as tears flowed from Fayt’s eyes. He lowered his head and licked youngster’s teary face. “Shh… The pain will pass, my Emerald-eyed beauty.” Albel wrapped hand around Fayt’s cock and stroked all the time kissing Fayt’s face and hair.

Albel’s stroking and hot kisses made Fayt relax. Now he noticed the feeling of Albel inside of him. And it was not displeasing at all. The flames that pain had extinguished began burn even hotter than earlier.

Albel moved little his hips.

Fayt felt movement but instead of pain he felt pleasure. He stared wide-eyedly his Master. “Master… What…?” His arms shot around Albel and he moaned when next move came.

Albel did not answer as he pulled back. He studied Fayt’s facial expressions as he trusted in and set up a steady rhythm of small trusts which grew deeper and now and then hit Fayt’s sweet spot. He stroked his hand in same rhythm with trusts.

Fayt could not think. He could only feel his Master’s length inside stroking and hand pumping his aching cock. Fayt become quite vocal and he moved to meet Albel’s trusts with his own. He had wound his legs around Albel’s waist and clawed his back. Fayt screamed Albel’s name without any titles and gave him orders of harder and faster and did not even realized it.

But Albel did notice. He liked the way his slave lost his composure and could only call him out and beg more and more. Fayt’s voice, tightness, smell and taste circled him and drove him deeper into insanity called lust and ‘love’. Albel could not understand how he could have slept with other’s in past. Fayt was tighter and better than any other.

Sweat, blood and some precum covered General’s and slave’s bodies. They both felt that end was coming.

Albel quickened his movements. “Come for me, my beautiful… Fayt…” he told and pressed his mouth on Fayt’s.

The last kiss and his name on General’s lips were end of everything for Fayt. He screamed long and loud as his cock pulsated and shot his seed on Albel’s hand. His passage clenched around Albel’s length. Tremors shuddered Fayt’s being as Albel came violently inside boy. They both soared somewhere high in pure white pleasure.

Albel collapsed atop of Fayt. He breathed heavily. He withdrew from Fayt and found out that young man was almost passed out. He raised himself and seated beside of his slave. Albel looked hand that was covered with Fayt’s release. With great effort Fayt cracked his other eye open. Albel looked into Fayt’s eyes as he raised his hand and licked a taste of Fayt’s seed from a finger. He bent down and kissed Fayt. Fayt tasted himself in Albel’s mouth. Their kiss was long and lazy but before long Albel stood up. “You taste much better than Pomello Juice or Winking Sage Cider.”

Fayt blushed and looked as his Master exited from room to bathing room. He glanced down to his stomach which was covered with his own release. He felt the General’s seed flowing out of his passage. Curiously he dipped a finger in sticky substance on his inner thigh and put the drop into his mouth. It did not tasted bad… just little bitter… in fact it was quite intoxicating…

Albel stood on the doorway and looked with fascination his slave’s actions. Even if it was unintentional Fayt was sensual when tasting seed. Albel left the door and went to his slave. “Let’s get you cleaned…” he muttered, wiped Fayt’s stomach with wet cloth and afterwards threw it away. “Now it is better that we get some sleep.” Albel placed himself comfortably beside of Fayt and pulled sheet over them.

Fayt was fidgeting. “Umm… Master Albel? Am I to sleep with you?” he asked with uncertainty as Albel tucked his head under his chin.

Albel frowned and grabbed hold of Fayt’s blue hair forcing younger man to meet his cold, bloody eyes. “What do you mean?” he inquired hissing. His left hand encircled Fayt’s throat. “Do you have something against of sleeping with me?”

Fayt fought against the tears and suffocating feeling of the General’s grip. “No, nothing like it, Master. I just have not ever before heard owner sleeping together with his or hers slave.”

Albel’s look was strict as he loosened his hold. “Do not ever again do the mistake to mix me with others.” He placed Fayt within his arms. He really liked the smell of Fayt’s hair and body. “If I want you to sleep with me, then you just have to obey and *not* to question my order.” Albel closed his eyes.

“Yes, Master Albel”, Fayt answered resting his cheek on Albel’s chest and closing his eyes he allowed sleep to claim him.

[Long ago it came to me]
[and ever since that day,]
[infected me with its rage]
[but it ends today.]

At the morning Albel woke up as someone was banging his door and calling out him frantically. Albel opened slightly one of his eyes. He heard Fayt mutter something indeterminate and snuggle closer to him. He sighed with convenience and tightened his arm around Fayt’s *very* naked and temptating body. Albel determined that he in fact *liked* waking up Fayt in his arms. Everything was perfect.

Except…

Someone was *still* violating his door…

Did they *not* understand that Albel was sooooo *not* going to get up?! Maggots!

Albel frowned his brow as he detected the horror and fear in Colonel Vox – oh yeah, *that* voice could only belong to Vox – voice. “Keep that up and you wake Fayt up!” Albel shouted in irritation. “Be quiet, Vox, and come in”, he ordered and pulled blankets to cover Fayt better as Colonel stepped in.

Vox’s eyes widened for a fraction as he saw his General under covers – without doubt – naked and his brand new slave – yup, naked too – practically gluing himself to General. But Vox knew not to voice his opinion so he proceeded to his report. “General, Sir, there is something wrong with the sun. When it rose this morning it was black.” Fear rang in his words and tone of voice.

[It’s the fear]
[Fear of the dark]
[It’s growing inside of me,]
[that one day will come to life.]

*That* definitely woke Albel all the way up. “Excuse me, what?” If this was some sort of joke, Albel was *not* amused and his facial expression told it to Vox.

“The sun is up, but it is providing hardly any light”, Vox repeated. “The men are scared, My General.” He felt so helpless because he did not know what to do.

Albel cursed and sit up forgetting Fayt who still slept beside of him. His getting sited woke Fayt quite rudely.

Fayt rubbed his eyes and glanced to Albel’s direction sleepily. “Is something wrong, Master Albel?” he questioned and yawned.

Before Albel had time to answer Fayt, Fayt’s eyes lunged wide open and he screamed in shear agony. He crunched forward and tried to touch his back which seemed to be the reason of his pain. Strange glowing blue ribbons formed from runes and unknown words sprout out of his skin and encircled him. Bedclothes were thrown off his body as he started to ascend. For Albel’s relief – thought he would *never* admit it – clothes of unfamiliar type covered Fayt’s body. Soon Fayt stand three foots above the floor in the air.

Right before Albel’s and Vox’s eyes pair of bright white wings came out of Fayt’s back making him scream again. Same time whole Kirlsa Training Facility started to shake and floor tore open above Fayt.

“FAYT!” Albel yelled in horror without realizing it himself. He understood that in some aspect Fayt was in grave danger and he could not cope with it.

[Have to save]
[To save my beloved,]

Tears flowed down Fayt’s delicate facial features. He screamed in agony as his body convulsed. He reached his hands towards his Master but could not stretch further enough. Albel’s mouth moved as he yelled something that Fayt could no hear. Fayt bowed his head. Gods, how much he wanted have Albel as his and he as Albel’s no others between them. Why this was happening? //Had we… sinned?// He raised his emerald-eyes and whispered: “There is no escape, because your Fayt is Horror and Doom.” And screaming in eternal agony he fell through the ground into darkness.

[there is no escape,]
[because my faith is horror and doom.]

Owari

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Author’s Note 2: If there is enough requests I might do the continuation to this fic, but it is up to you, if you want more… And if you are interested how my writings are coming along you can always check my Livejournal where I go by name ciissi. I try to update it at least once a week, but word of warning: There is looooots of useless crap written in there…