Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell (Lemon)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Star Ocean 3: 'Till the End of Time characters or rights. This is just my own perversion leaking out. Don't sue me.

This is the lemon chapter I wrote for my little sister's Albel/Fayt story, Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell. It's on Fanfiction.net. HERE: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2381696/1/

I suggest you read the real story before you read the smut, but if the smut is all you're after, have fun! ^_^

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Fayt gulped and backed away from Albel as the swordsman stalked closer. Those crimson eyes gazed at him so intently he felt like a mouse cornered by a starving cat. The teenager backed up as far as he could until his back hit the wall, trying to swallow down the slight fear rising in his stomach. Albel was soon standing closely in front of Fayt, staring down into the boy’s already flushed face.

"Wait, Albel!" Fayt pleaded, looking directly into Albel’s crimson eyes.

"Wait?" the swordsman repeated, taking a few steps away from Fayt. Had he been wrong? Did Fayt not feel anything for him after all?

"Why?" Fayt asked, sounding a little embarrassed.

"Why what?" Albel bit back, his voice full of anger, though he was merely trying to cover up the crushing disappointment he felt.

"Why me?" Fayt whispered. He knew what this meant to him, but what did it mean to Albel?

Albel went rigid, remembering his mother’s words, and yet finding that he wasn’t able to say those three words that he knew Fayt desperately wanted to hear. Instead, he sighed and lowered his head, second guessing all of the decisions he had made up until this point.

"You want to know why?" Albel asked, his voice quiet yet unwavering, "I thought that would be painfully obvious by now."

"What do you mean?" Fayt wondered out loud. Albel looked up to Fayt and shook his head, sighing. The kid sure could be oblivious, at times.

"Apparently I’d rather kill myself than live a life without you, fool," Albel growled, hating how he practically had to spell things out for the teenager. Fayt stared blankly at Albel for a few moments, realizing that no matter how badly he wanted to say it, Albel would never be able to say the simple phrase ‘I love you’.

Fayt smiled at Albel as he pushed himself away from the wall, walking to stand in front of the swordsman. The teenager wrapped Albel’s arms around his waist as he leaned into the older man, hearing the swordsman’s breath catch in his throat.

"I understand…" Fayt whispered, "…and I love you too, Albel," the teenager finished, standing on his toes as he whispered the last part in the swordsman’s ear. Albel pulled Fayt back in front of him and stared into his eyes, pure understanding shining in his bright green orbs.

"Tch." Albel smirked before pulling Fayt closely to him, his arms still wrapped loosely around Fayt’s lower back.

Fayt grew impatient and, standing on his toes again, pushed his lips against Albel’s, surprising the swordsman for a moment before the older man lowered Fayt to his feet again. The swordsman felt pressure building in his chest, threatening to burst, those sweet lips touching his own creating a spark of excitement through him. It was difficult, but he quickly reigned in his mounting passion. This time would be different than the others he had had before. This time it would mean something.

Albel softly caressed Fayt’s lips with his own and breathed in deeply, smells of the sun and clean air calming him. The two men stood like this for a moment, reveling in each other’s warmth and presence before Albel slowly leaned against Fayt, forcing the younger man to lean up against the wall as he broke their chaste kiss. The swordsman moved his mouth to where the teenager’s neck joined with his jaw, pushing his lips against the beating pulse he could feel beneath Fayt’s soft skin. He began to nibble and lick at the soft skin, leaving his own possessive mark. Fayt was his, and he’d be damned before he let anyone else have him.

The teenager leaned heavily against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut and small moans escaping involuntarily at Albel’s actions. He wondered how such a simple thing could feel so good, his heart beating faster, his breath coming quicker. He thought of the absurdity of it all. Albel the Wicked, here, with him now, in a small tavern room with only a sense of each other, their warmth, how close their bodies are…

Fayt’s thoughts were cut short by the older man’s hands, which had quickly unzipped his vest and were now roaming unchecked over the teenager’s pale skin. Fayt gasped, red heat pulsing behind his eyelids as Albel slid his hands up and down his slender chest and waist. Albel was floored by the boy’s untouched beauty, his pale skin practically glowing in the moonlight. The younger man shrugged the vest off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind him, and lifted his arms to slide his hands underneath the swordsman’s tight shirt, feeling already heated skin underneath his probing fingers.

Albel groaned when he felt Fayt’s hands on him. Dear gods, the boy wasn’t even doing anything overtly erotic, just stroking lightly at his skin, massaging the tight muscles of his back, and it was driving Albel mad. Fayt’s hesitant, untrained motions were more intriguing and arousing than anything he’d ever felt before. He couldn’t stand it, the new feelings rushing up inside of him, that quiet love he had only barely admitted surging towards the surface. It still wasn’t enough.

Fayt gasped slightly when Albel kissed him roughly, bruising their lips before, almost apologetically, parting the teenager’s lips with his tongue. The slick muscle plunged into his mouth, darting, exploring, claiming, and Fayt was left breathless. It was as if Albel was seeking to join their souls through their mouths, his hands gripping Fayt’s hips tightly as if the boy might escape.

The younger man groaned into the swordsman’s mouth, pulling absentmindedly at the edge of Albel’s shirt. He needed more. He had to feel more of Albel against him. When the swordsman ignored him to continue claiming his mouth, he bit lightly at his tongue to get his attention. It didn’t have the affect he wanted, though, as Albel growled, gripping Fayt’s hips tighter and beginning to pull him closer.

Fayt nearly lost his mind as Albel renewed his assault with more vigor than before. He could barely breathe, he was wound so tightly. Remembering his objective after a moment, though, he bit down again harder, tasting a slight tang of copper in his mouth. Albel pulled back with a slight scowl.

"What is it, Leingod?" he asked petulantly. Fayt tugged on the bottom of Albel’s shirt again.

"I want to see you," he stated quietly, pleased at the shock closely followed by blatant hunger displayed on Albel’s face.

When the swordsman heard those soft words come out of Fayt’s mouth, he nearly lost all coherency to his mounting lust. Fayt wanted him. And that knowledge awakened a joy deep inside of him that he hadn’t even thought he could feel anymore.

With a look of almost wonder in his eyes, Albel allowed Fayt to pull his shirt over his head, quickly closing the distance that had been created between them as the teenager threw the shirt over Albel’s shoulder. Fayt gasped as he felt the bare skin of Albel’s torso against his, his eyes clenching shut, their bodies pressed so intimately close together that he could feel the swordsman’s racing heartbeat against his chest. The pleasure was mind blowing. It was so hot and good and right.

The older man’s scorching tongue trailed down the side of Fayt’s neck. Fayt whimpered at the sensation, throwing his head back to give more access, and Albel smirked. He loved it, loved having this power of the boy, loved giving him this pleasure, loved the honest and passionate responses he got. He ran his callused hands down the teenager’s sides, noticing the hitch in Fayt’s breath. He finally brought his hands around Fayt’s hips, where they paused at the buckle to his belt.

Fayt groaned when the older man paused, the now all too visible bulge in his pants begging to be set free. He opened his eyes, wondering at the halt. Those eyes widened in surprise when he could see the question looming in Albel’s eyes, Is this all right?

"Don’t stop," Fayt gasped out, closing his eyes again and letting his head fall back against the wall.
Albel chuckled deeply in his throat and undid the buckle, the teenager’s baggy pants falling to the floor. Fayt gasped as the air hit his skin, noticing for the first time how cold the night had become.

He began to whine as Albel dragged his underwear down, finally freeing his swollen erection.
The swordsman turned the teenager around and used his weight to lay him down in the old bed, covering the younger man with his body. Fayt moaned when he felt Albel’s weight fall on top of him, nearly swamped by the feeling of possession that radiated from the swordsman. Albel locked hooded eyes with his own, and Fayt could see that reined in need blazing in the red orbs. He didn’t want that need to be guarded, he wanted it unleashed. He didn’t want it held back.

Fayt went with his instinct and thrust his hips up sharply into Albel’s, nearly screaming as he felt the older man’s clothed erection rub against his own. Everything was centered at the apex of his thighs, that small caress setting off lightning bolts behind his eyelids, the pleasure screaming in his veins at such a pitch that it was almost painful, but demanding more. He thrust again.

Albel moaned loudly. What was happening to him? He had never had such trouble keeping his lust in check before. Everything in him was clamoring for him to take Fayt, possess him, to never let it stop. His felt like he would explode when he felt his erection graze Fayt’s answering hardness. He had to slow this down, or he would be lost.

Albel stilled Fayt’s hips with his hands, stopping the moan of protest by kissing the boy’s lips and darting his tongue out shortly into Fayt’s mouth.

"Wait," he whispered, nearly laughing at the questioning glare Fayt shot at him.

Slowly, keeping their gazes locked, he brought his mouth down to Fayt’s neck, darting his tongue out to lick at the mark he had made earlier. Fayt shivered, and Albel clamped down on it, sucking at it powerfully, laving it with his tongue. Fayt moaned as the bruised skin was assaulted with this new pleasure and his eyes flew shut again, his neck arching, pushing his head into the pillow.

Albel moved away from the mark, licking a trail down to Fayt’s collarbones, nibbling at them and then blowing air out onto the wet trails he had left. Fayt was trembling violently now. Teasingly, he slid his tongue down, stopping just short of Fayt’s left nipple, thrilling when he heard him groan with impatience.

Tentatively, he darted his tongue out to taste the dusky nipple, feeling Fayt’s sharp intake of breath. With a nearly evil smirk, he latched onto it in earnest, sucking and biting at the sensitive nub.

Fayt screamed, his back arching tremulously, a hand coming to grip Albel’s hair, pushing him closer to his chest. It felt like all his nerve endings were centered on that one spot, Albel’s teasing nips driving him to a fever pitch. He felt Albel leave that nipple only to give similar treatment to the other, and he was sure his back would break from trying to arch too much.

"Please… please…" Fayt whimpered, tears springing into his eyes at the need he felt pulsing through him.

Albel seemed to understand perfectly as Fayt felt a roughly callused hand go down to stroke lightly at his arousal. His hips bucked and he nearly screamed in frustration when Albel moved his hand away from him. When he had let his hips fall back, however, he felt that hand come back, grasping his shaft lightly, Albel’s other hand gripping Fayt’s hips strongly to prevent him from moving.

"Tell me what you want, Fayt," Albel gasped out, going back to suck at Fayt;s overly sensitized nipples.

"Please!" Fayt wailed, feeling Albel’s thumb circling over the slit, spreading the slick pre-cum around the head.

"What do you want?" Albel asked again, running a finger down the sensitive underside of the boy’s pulsing erection, biting sharply at a nipple as Fayt arched helplessly.

"You! More!" Fayt shouted, almost out of his mind with lust.

Albel smirked against Fayt’s chest and decided that answer would do. He grasped the teenager’s shaft tightly and finally began to pump up and down in strong strokes. Fayt let out a long moan.

"Nnnn…Albel!" Fayt gasped, his neck arching as he felt himself close to completion. He was tingling all over, a gasping, writhing mess. It was as if all of his nerves were shooting off at once. The swordsman’s roughly callused fingers were wickedly adept at knowing just how to rub, where to touch to make Fayt see stars.

Albel heard that desperate tinge to the whimpers and gasps coming out of Fayt’s mouth and began pumping harder, faster. With a final scream of the swordsman’s name, Fayt felt himself fall over the edge, light exploding behind his closed eyes. The orgasm shook him to his core. He had never felt so much before.

Albel continued to milk him, pumping slowly until Fayt finally collapsed to the bed, his chest heaving with sharp breaths, his eyes closed tightly, long dark lashes brushing cheeks that were tinted pink, that unnaturally blue hair spilling haphazardly over his milky-white forehead. Albel’s breath caught in his throat. Beautiful, he thought, Mine.

Fayt slowly opened his eyes to see Albel licking the evidence of his arousal off of elegantly long fingers. A wave of aftershock coursed through him strongly. If that wasn’t erotic, he didn’t know what was. The teenager watched in awe as Albel cleaned his stomach off with the sheets, the look on his face almost tender.

His blood started pounding in his ears again when he realized Albel hadn’t taken off his skirt yet. This is insane, he thought. I should be completely exhausted, but all I want is to see all of him.

Albel didn’t notice Fayt had recovered as he finished cleaning him off, and was quite exceedingly surprised when the teenager jumped up and pulled him down, switching their positions. He fell back into the cushions with a startled, "Oomph!"

"Leingod, wha-?" he started, but was cut off as a pair of warm lips claimed his own and Fayt pushed his warm tongue into Albel’s mouth, mapping it out as Albel had done to him. After thoroughly ravaging the swordsman, Fayt pulled away.

"You had your turn," Fayt stated when Albel opened his mouth to protest, then gazed down at the swordsman’s chest and arms with searching eyes.

Albel’s mouth shut with a snap. His breath came faster as he noticed Fayt’s engaged perusal of his exposed skin. Well, he thought to himself, let’s just see what he has in mind. Surprisingly, the thought wasn’t an unpleasant one.

Fayt was astounded by Albel’s handsome features. Where Fayt was more slim and lithe, the swordsman was all corded muscle and sinew. Scars dotted across his chest, but for some reason, they only seemed to enhance the beauty that was there. Slowly, Fayt brought his hands down to run across Albel’s chest, pushing down firmly. He grazed over Albel’s nipples and smiled as the swordsman hissed. He rolled them in between his forefingers and thumbs, pinching teasingly, and Albel growled. Fayt loved that sound rumbling in the swordsman’s throat. He leaned down and began planting light kisses over the swordsman’s skin, darting his tongue out occasionally and blowing air at the wet patches.

Albel’s breath hitched at the tenderness Fayt was showing with every action. He usually never let anyone have their way with him and dominated until the end, but with Fayt he felt safe, cherished, loved. It was something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long time and he closed his eyes, reveling in the warmth, nearly purring at the pleasure of Fayt’s administrations.

Fayt paused to knead at the tenseness in Albel’s shoulders, loosening any knots he found, and began to work his way down. He stopped at the wrappings that started at the top of Albel’s left bicep. Hesitantly, he reached out and began to undo the bound cloth. Albel’s eyes shot open and his right hand intercepted Fayt’s wrist with a slight menacing growl. Fayt caught Albel’s eyes with his own deep emerald orbs.

"Please," he whispered quietly. "Let me."

Albel looked into those deep, caring eyes, and allowed a little of his fear to show through so that Fayt would understand. This was his shame, this was the part of him that he never wanted anyone to know. Fayt gazed back unflinchingly. He knew what he was asking Albel. He was asking him to let down his walls, let down his guards, and let Fayt in. There was nothing the blue-haired boy wanted more in the world.

"I know," he whispered at the vulnerable look in Albel’s eyes. "Trust me."

Slowly, Albel let go of Fayt’s wrist. The teenager began to undo the wrappings again, going carefully, giving Albel time to back out. Besides a slight tremor once in a while, the swordsman remained still and allowed it, his crimson eyes never leaving Fayt’s face.

Once all the wrappings had been removed, Albel closed his eyes and turned his face away. He didn’t want to see the disgust in Fayt’s eyes. He didn’t want to know the rejection he was sure would come. Who could love him after seeing what his pride had cost him?

With a start, he opened his eyes again when he felt tender, wet kisses trailing up his arm. He looked down to see Fayt trying to kiss every inch of the mangled scar tissue, as if he was gently trying to wash away Albel’s sins. To say Albel was shocked wouldn’t have even begun to describe it. The swordsman gritted his jaw, cursing himself when he felt a tear slip down his cheek, one question screaming in his mind. Why?

It was almost as if the teenager had heard his thoughts, his green eyes lifting to meet Albel’s red ones. He lifted the swordsman’s hand and left a lingering kiss on each fingertip.

"I love you," he whispered vehemently. "I love all of you. I just wish I could make the pain go away."

With the quiet confession, Fayt leaned forward, his soft tongue darting out to lick the single tear away from Albel’s cheek. With a gasp, Albel wrapped his arms around Fayt and crushed him to his chest, burying his face in Fayt’s soft hair, breathing in the calming scent. He placed a small kiss behind the teenager’s ear, then loosened his grip. Fayt slipped out of his arms.

Slowly, he began working his way down Albel’s body again, thrilling at all the small sounds and gasps he was able to ring from the swordsman with a small lick here, a soft caress there. When he reached Albel’s stomach, he licked languidly, tracing the ridges of his abs, finally slipping his tongue into his belly button.

Albel couldn’t believe what he was feeling. It felt as if Fayt’s tongue was scorching him, burning to his core, and all he wanted was to be consumed. When the younger man began a slow rhythm, pumping his tongue in and out of the old scar, Albel arched his back, growling, demanding more.

It was Fayt’s turn to smirk as he looked up into Albel’s strained face. He locked eyes with his new lover and inched his tongue down, dipping it beneath the waistband of the Albel’s skirt. Albel’s pants came faster, and he lifted his hips, begging Fayt to get rid of the barrier.

Fayt grasped the waistband at the swordsman’s sides, dragging down the garment achingly slowly, delighting in the small moan that Albel voiced. The older man was left in his leggings and now much-too-confining underwear. When Fayt saw the cloth covering Albel’s very prominent arousal, he couldn’t help but let out a small snort.

"Something amusing, Leingod?" Albel asked with a glare, murder in his eyes.

"Not really," Fayt admitted. "It’s just that, they’re purple. Somehow, when I think of Albel the Wicked, color-coordination is not one of the first things that comes to mind." Albel even smirked at that.

"Yes," he agreed. "I’m sure that the first thing that comes to mind when you think of Albel the Wicked is something akin to the situation you find yourself in now." The swordsman’s grin widened at Fayt’s blush.

"Hmm," Fayt murmured, neither confirming or denying the claim.

In order to distract himself from his growing blush at Albel’s answering chuckle, Fayt set about divesting Albel of his leggings. Gaining back some of his confidence, he scraped his short nails a little harshly down Albel’s legs, doing a mental victory dance when Albel’s chuckle was cut short by a hiss of pleasure.

Finally, all that covered Albel was the small swatch of cloth between his legs. Fayt settled himself between the swordsman’s thighs and blew lightly on the evidence of Albel’s desire, focusing on the damp spot of silk at the tip.

Albel bit back a curse and tasted blood in his mouth at the teasing motion. He was just about the yell at the young man to get on with it when he felt Fayt take his cloth covered erection into his mouth, running his tongue repeatedly over the engorged tip.

Something close to a helpless sob escaped Albel’s throat unbidden. Even through the cloth the boy’s mouth was so hot. He couldn’t get enough air into his lungs, his chest heaving in harsh gasps.

"Fayt," he groaned, unable to voice any other word, that name running endlessly through his fevered mind.

A bolt of arousal shot through Fayt when he heard his name spill from Albel’s lips in such a husky voice. It was raw, primal, drenched with unfulfilled need. With one last long lick, he raised his head from the juncture of Albel’s thighs, grabbing the edges of his underwear and pulling down, finally freeing his throbbing need. Albel breathed a sigh of relief.

Fayt had never really done this before, but he had imagined it endless times, waking from hazy dreams with sweat rolling down his body, his heart clenching in disappointment. This was real, though. Albel was finally his, just as he was Albel’s. With a shaky intake of air, Fayt lapped where Albel’s groin joined his thigh, avoiding his erection for now, tasting the salt of sweat and the swordsman’s own unique taste.

Albel was having a hard time holding back. He arched his hips, his thighs clenching, gasps the only way he could draw air. The sensation of anticipation was killing him. He didn’t know what he was anymore except the need eating away at him. He nearly screamed when Fayt ran that hot tongue of his up the underside of his erection, dipping back down to nibble gently at his testicles.

Fayt felt the swordsman’s hands shoot down to clench in his hair almost painfully, dragging his face back up to hover over his erection. Albel began rubbing at the nape of his neck encouragingly, begging Fayt to take him. He didn’t know if he could stand it much longer.

Slowly, Fayt encircled the head of Albel’s erection with his lips, sucking gently at the tip, lapping at the pre-cum running steadily from the slit. Albel gave a wordless exclamation of passion, his eyes clenched tightly shut, head thrown back. The look on Albel’s face was strained, filled with so much need that Fayt was floored. He had caused the swordsman to look like that. He had brought him that pleasure.

Without needing any other encouragement, Fayt began to lower his head, taking in more and more of Albel slowly, swirling his tongue over the shaft. Finally, when his nose was nestled in the dark curls at the base of Albel’s erection, the tip resting in the back of his throat, he did his best to ignore his gag reflex and swallowed, then began sucking powerfully.

"Gods!" Albel shouted out, his fingers gripping even tighter in Fayt’s hair, his body trembling uncontrollably. To have the boy’s mouth finally surrounding him was indescribable. The encompassing wet heat was throbbing into him, sending out prickles of sensation to the very tips of his toes.

Fayt pulled back slowly, then plunged back down, and repeated the motion again at Albel’s whispered string of curses. He steadily built up a rhythm; down, swallow, up, nibble, down, swallow. Albel began tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, his long hair ties whipping into his face. He never dreamed the boy would be so good at this.

Fayt began moving faster, lightly dragging his teeth on the upstroke, and Albel was lost.

"Shit! Fayt!" he screamed, the heightened sensation finally snapping, the orgasm crashing over him with a force he had never known possible.

Fayt drank down Albel’s essence, surprised that he had no aversion to the taste. He lapped Albel’s softening erection clean, smiling wickedly when the swordsman gasped harshly as he ran his tongue up and down the overly sensitized flesh. He crawled back up to cuddle into Albel’s side, running his hands soothingly up and down his chest as Albel shivered with the aftershocks.

"Any good?" he asked teasingly after a few minutes when his breathing had calmed somewhat, carding his fingers through Albel’s hair. Albel turned sharply to him, grabbing his faced and dragging him into a heated kiss, thrilling at the taste of himself in Fayt’s mouth.

He pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, smirking at Fayt’s now flushed and panting face.

"Don’t fish for compliments, Leingod," he advised. "It really doesn’t become you at all." When Fayt opened his mouth to protest, he covered his lips with his own again.

Albel found his arousal coming back with a vengeance, much faster than he would have ever dreamed. He was amazed at the affect Fayt had on him, the jolts that went through him as he ran his hands over his smooth, pale skin. He couldn’t get enough of Fayt. He was sure he would die before he ever did.

He felt Fayt’s returned erection digging into his hip, rocking lightly as Albel stroked his chest, rubbing his thumbs over Fayt’s nipples. The whimpers he let into his mouth were the most arousing sound Albel had ever heard, and he knew that he would be just as hard as Fayt was soon.

Slowly, Albel pulled away from Fayt’s lips and trailed kisses up to his ear, sucking on the lobe, licking around the delicate shell. Fayt was panting again, and with a start, Albel realized that he was too. With one last lick to Fayt’s ear, he moved to get up.

"One moment," he whispered at Fayt’s questioning gaze, moving over to the table where he had left the healing salve earlier.

Albel moved to the edge of the bed, beckoning to Fayt. Fayt sat at the edge, and Albel knelt on the floor next to him. He set the salve down, and slowly began to lift Fayt’s leg up, bending his knee and placing his foot back on the bed gently. Fayt watched with awe as Albel the Wicked trailed light kisses around his ankle, then up to his calf, finally placing one on his knee.

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly, gazing up at Fayt, his deep red eyes serious. "This may be uncomfortable for you at first." Trusting emerald pools gazed back at him, and Fayt smiled.

"Please, Albel," he said. "I told you I loved you. All of you. I meant it. And I want all of you more than anything. I’m sure." Albel nodded, retrieving the salve from the floor, pushing Fayt slightly back on the bed until he could settle between his thighs, one of the teenager’s legs still bent.

"Hold this," he said, passing the jar to Fayt, who looked at him questioningly. All he got in return was a slight smirk and an ominous proclamation of, "You’ll see."

Albel lowered himself back down, dragging his tongue over Fayt’s stomach, swirling around his belly button, then further down. Fayt grabbed onto his hair tails, tugging lightly at the pleasure when Albel traced his tongue over Fayt’s reawakened arousal. He went further down, sucking one of Fayt’s testicles into his mouth. Fayt arched a little, gasping.

His eyes snapped open with a start as he felt Albel go even further down, tracing his wet tongue lightly over Fayt’s entrance. Some part of Fayt protested, screaming this couldn’t possibly be right, but he ignored the niggling voice when the slick, wet heat pushed past the tight ring of muscle. It felt odd, but in a strange way, it felt somewhat good.

When Albel didn’t receive any protests besides a slight whimper, he pushed his tongue further into Fayt’s body, swirling it around in the tight space. He dragged his tongue back out, then plunged it back in. Building up a rhythm, he slowly trailed his fingers lightly up and down Fayt’s erection, using his other hand to pin the squirming boy down at his hips.

Now this was strange. The rhythm of Albel’s tongue prompted Fayt to rock his hips slightly, biting his lip as Albel’s clever finger teased at his arousal. As Albel went deeper, there was a slight burning sensation, but this soon gave way to a feeling of fullness. As the burning went away, it even began to feel good.

Albel drew back after a while, ignoring Fayt’s moan of protest at the loss, and reached for the salve that Fayt still held. He dipped three long fingers into the slick substance, then caught Fayt in a deep distracting kiss as he lowered them towards the boy’s anus.

Slowly, so as to not frighten or harm Fayt, Albel traced his index finger around the outside, massaging the impromptu lubricant into his skin there. He held Fayt’s hip tightly with his other hand when he slowly began rubbing in circles, pushing slightly harder each time until the tip of his finger slipped inside.

Fayt hardly noticed because of the preparation before with his tongue, moving to bit at Albel’s lips slightly, sighing softly. Albel pushed his finger further in to the second knuckle, stopping to allow Fayt to get used to the intrusion. He also needed a moment for himself. The kiss was driving him crazy.

He wanted to be inside Fayt now, but he knew he had to take his time. He had somehow kept some semblance of control over himself up until now, and he prayed that it would last him until this was over. Fayt broke the kiss when Albel pushed the rest of his finger slowly into him.

"Damn, Albel," he groaned with a bit of sarcasm, "you don’t have to go so fucking slow. I won’t break. I want you to get inside me probably just as bad as you do."

Albel’s eyes widened, another small amount of his control breaking. Fayt saw that need written on his face, saw that Albel was trying to fight it. He wanted that desire unleashed on him. Albel had been holding back slightly this whole time. He refused to let him do it any longer.

With a moan, he pushed up against Albel’s intruding digit. He was really beginning to love that slight burning pleasure-pain. He started rocking his hips, forcing Albel into action.

Albel couldn’t believe how hot and tight Fayt was inside, and just the idea of burying his aching erection deep in that tightness was enough to make him shove another finger inside Fayt quickly. Fayt’s muscles clenched a little and he let out a hiss of pain.

"Relax, Fayt," the younger man heard Albel whisper, his voice hot and heavy as Fayt complied, relaxing his muscles as best he could.

Albel plunged his fingers deeper, scissoring them to stretch Fayt out. They were both breathing harshly now, and Albel added a third finger, feeling Fayt arch up against him and push slightly downwards, impaling himself. Albel swirled his fingers, pushing deeper, searching.

"FUCK!" Fayt screamed, and he knew he’d found the spot, the teenager’s body shivering out of control, his hips arched and pushing against him.

Albel lowered himself down, plunging his fingers in and out of that tight body, encompassing the head of Fayt’s desire and sucking hard as he brushed that spot again.

Fayt screamed out his name, and Albel felt his seed rushing into his mouth. He sucked it down quickly, withdrawing his fingers from Fayt’s body. He quickly gathered more salve on his hand, coating his erection with a hiss, then lifted one of Fayt’s legs into the crook of his elbow and grabbed the boy’s hips.

He positioned himself at Fayt’s entrance, pushing in one swift motion while the boy was most relaxed in his post-orgasmic state. He pushed himself in to the hilt with a grunt, lapping soothingly at Fayt’s neck when he felt him encircle his arms around his back, scratching into his skin.

After all that preparation and his second orgasm a few moments ago, Fayt was surprised it hurt as much as it did. Then again, Albel was much longer than those three fingers he’d used. The burning pain welled up inside of him, and he cursed when he felt tears at the corners of his eyes.

"You all right?" he heard Albel whisper in his ear. It was all he could do to remind himself that his lover was in pain. Fayt’s passage was so tight, hot, gripping him and surrounding him like nothing he’d ever felt. He was dying to plunder the young body beneath him, to pound and pound until he couldn’t remember his own name.

"Fine," he assured him with a slight smile. "Just needed a moment." Truthfully, the pain was slowly ebbing away, being replaced with that full feeling once again. It hit him that Albel was really inside him now; at this moment, they were really one. That knowledge sent a bolt of heat to his groin, and he moaned softly.

Albel saw Fayt’s passion begin to flare again, and he reached between them to begin kneading his softened flesh.

"Mmmgh, ah!" Fayt moaned. "It’s…ah!…too soon…shit!…too sensitive…" he protested, the overly strong sensations ripping through him.

"No arguments," Albel growled huskily, still kneading Fayt’s hardening penis. "You’re going to come again, and you’re going to come hard." Hearing those wicked words whispered into his ear with a lick to it from Albel’s tongue, Fayt became fully hard again, whimpers escaping him in waves.

Fayt locked his eyes with Albel’s, and saw that same caution in those red orbs. That same caution that had been holding him back. Fayt groaned and arched his back, pulling Albel closer towards him, wrapping his legs around the swordsman’s waist. He moved his hips a bit, and Albel gasped at the sensation.

"And just how am I supposed to come hard again if you don’t hurry up and fuck me?" he rasped into Albel’s ear, then leaning down to suck hard at his neck.

Albel couldn’t hold back anymore when he heard that. All the control he had been grasping at flew away from him in a shattering moment, and he reared back, pulling Fayt’s legs higher, then plunging into him hard with a long moan.

Fayt screamed. The change in angle caused Albel’s erection to plunge directly into his prostate. He felt the pleasure building in him again, and shouted again when Albel pulled out and sank back into him, hitting that spot that made him lose all coherent spots.

"Harder!" Fayt shreiked, moving with Albel, his limbs shaking, their strength nearly failing. "Gods, Albel! Faster!"

Albel couldn’t do anything but obey, speeding up his thrusts, putting his whole weight behind them, pushing into Fayt as deep as he could go. Fayt’s muscles clenched around him as he pulled out, relaxing as he plunged in, almost as if he didn’t want to let Albel go. The friction the tightening muscles created was incredible, the pleasure exploding through his veins. It was too much, not enough, and he couldn’t do anything but ride his lover as hard as his body allowed him to.

Their exclamations of pleasure mingled, bouncing off the walls of the small room as they moved together frantically. Albel felt the tension building, his thighs clenching, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He reached down and began fisting Fayt’s erection in time with his thrusts.

The pleasure kept building and building, never stopping, and Fayt thought he would die with the force of it. It wasn’t releasing, building even higher, and it hurt. But it was such an exquisite pain, and he never wanted it to end. Albel pushed in and out of him again and again, always ramming into the spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure crashing through him. He realized belatedly that he was sobbing, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Albel felt the same pain, the same pleasure. They were so closely linked at this point he could almost feel what Fayt was feeling. His own eyes were stinging, and he knew he couldn’t fight it, didn’t want to fight it anymore.

"NOW, Fayt!" he screamed, tightening his grip on the boy’s desire. "With me! Now!"

With Albel’s demand, his deep crimson eyes sinking into Fayt’s green orbs, Fayt felt himself fly apart, knowing Albel was there with him. He vaguely felt the evidence of his desire splash over his taut stomach, felt Albel’s shooting deep inside his body in an explosion of warmth, but he was too far away to care. The ecstasy took over his whole body, the heat washing through him, Albel intertwined inside not only his body, but it seemed as if he was even there in his soul.

"Ahhhhh! Albel! YES!"

"FAYT!"

As Albel slowly came back to himself after the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt, he realized Fayt’s tongue was entwined with his, the deep kiss eating up their air, them gasping into each other’s mouths. He broke away for need of breath, hugging Fayt so tightly he was afraid he would hurt him, but he couldn’t let go. Those beautiful green pools looked up at him, dazed, tears leaking slowly out of them and down Fayt’s temples.

He kissed the tears away, pushing his lips to the sides of Fayt’s beautiful face, and felt a sob wrenched from him. He had never known anything like this before, had never imagined it possible. The feeling overwhelmed him; he was safe, he was home, and he loved this gorgeous creature held captive in his arms so much that his heart ached.

"Gods," he gasped out, the shocks of pleasure still raging through his body, feeling Fayt’s own non-stop trembling. "Gods, Fayt…" he whispered so softly that his lover barely heard him, "Gods, I love you."

Fayt gasped in shock and no small amount of joy. He lifted Albel’s face, guiding his wet eyes to meet Fayt’s own tear-filled ones. He smiled softly.

"I love you too, Albel," he whispered. "More than anything else."

Albel pulled him into another kiss, this one soft, tender. They leisurely explored each other’s mouths. Albel’s mind was spinning with the knowledge that he had said it, had finally told Fayt his feelings, and he hadn’t been pushed away. He’d been pulled in even tighter.

Giving one last kiss to Fayt’s forehead, Albel gently pulled himself out of Fayt, who whimpered slightly at the loss of contact, and fell back, lying down next to the teenager and wiping the fluids off of his stomach with the sheet. Fayt took the seed stained sheet out of his hands and threw it off the bed. Albel then pulled Fayt close to him, wrapping his arms around him. Fayt burrowed his head into the swordsman’s chest and twined their legs together.

The older man threw a lazy arm around Fayt’s waist and shifted to get more comfortable, feeling fatigue sweep over him as he sighed heavily into Fayt’s hair.

When both men were satisfied with the sleeping arrangements, Fayt tipped his head up and kissed Albel lightly on the lips. Albel kissed him back, then trailed kisses over his cheeks, closed eyelids, and finally his forehead. He sighed in the first true contentment he had ever felt.

"Goodnight, Albel," Fayt whispered softly, noticing that the other man was almost asleep. Albel managed a murmur and a slight tightening of his arms in return. Fayt laid his head against Albel’s chest and smiled, his exhausted body forcing him into a deep sleep.