Albert's Odyssey

DISCLAIMER: This is my first fanfic and I don't own the characters (Konami does). A M/M sexual relationship is implied in one scene, please forgive me if it's offensive. Shout out to my biggest influences, Marskman_Sydonia and Arco. Please R&R (rest and relax!)

The flames of a blazing fire had died down into embers, but Albert didn't bother to supply more fuel. He found the soft glow just as captivating as a bonfire. There wasn't really much of a chill in the room, anyway. He just enjoyed staring. Staring and thinking. The young strategist swirled the wine in his goblet before taking another deep sip. He allowed himself a small smile and savored the triumph of yet another successful campaign.

Albert, my friend, is there anything you can't conquer with your brilliant mind?

As if in response to his question, there was the sudden registration of physical pain and then darkness.

When he awoke some time later, he found himself face-first on a matress with a nasty ache pounding against the back of his head. His first reaction was to check for a lump. Except he couldn't move his arms. Turning his head slightly to the left, Albert saw that leather straps were binding his wrists to the bedposts. His bedposts? He wasn't sure. The numbness in his feet indicated that his legs, too, were similarly bound.

As inappropriate as it was, the Harmonian officer couldn't help but to compare his state with a strategy. Rendering useless the resources of an opponent, leaving only a worthless body and a brain to register the misery. Very similar to his great-grandfather's enticement of Barbarosa's generals and provinces prior to the attack on Gregminster itself. If all you can do is think, you might as well think strategy. Suddenly he wished his captive had left an issue of Stra-Digest or maybe some high literature. But wishing would get him nowhere. Thinking would was more productive.
Where had all of his obsessive precautions failed? Never put yourself in jeopardy. The first rule of The Book had always been Albert's favorite. Yet he had broken it and he intended to find out how he had miscalculated. He was probably having a dream. As with all things that he did not fully understand, Albert hated dreams.

"I see you're finally awake. Good. You need to bear witness to the accomplishment of my strategic goal. The world is not your oyster, Albert, and I'm going to teach you that lesson very sharply. Besides, oysters leave you impotent."

"Caesar. How did you slip past my guards?" Albert still didn't have a strategy to get out of this, but the last thing he planned to do was show his brother whatever little fear that might have crept up on him.

"Allow me to demonstrate," Caesar replied. It sounded like he was taking his boot off. Then there was more unexpected pain. The boot had probably been thrown at him.

"Grandfather always taught us that the best way to break through enemy defenses," Ceaser continued, accompanied by the sound of a belt being unbuckled, "is to attack from the rear!"
Then Albert screamed. He could actually feel the butt-skin tear open as his younger brother smacked him with the leather strap. Suddenly he knew how Iksay village must have felt when his well orchestrated attack had caught them with their pants down (it was at this point he realized he had been relieved of his clothing while unconscious). However, much to Albert's surprise, the experience was not altogether unpleasant.

"Sorry about that, bro, but the pain is over. I just had to make sure you're well lubricated for when I stuff my massive cock up your ass."

"You wait until Yuber hears about this. You'll be violated by more than just his cock, mark my words."

"Don't get my hopes up with promises you can't keep. Now be a proper strategist for once and serve your master."

Then Albert screamed again upon discovering that the name "little brother" was very misleading. At least the blood reduced the amount of friction as Caesar eased in and out of him with all the precision and confidence of a good strategist. Albert instantly grasped the hopelessness of his situation and, after some rough calculations, concluded that the most productive course of action would be to find what enjoyment he could.

"As long as you're being a rapist, do you think you could be courteous about it and pick up the pace a little bit? You fuck like a little girl."

"Quit breaking my concentration. I'm fixing to cum here in a second. Uhmmm. Arghhh. Yes."

In a flash of inspiration, Albert had a plan. "Mmm, let me know when so I can cum with you."

"Ahh, great idea. Oh Lord, I must be Sir Flik because here comes the fucking thunder, baby!"

But Albert proved who the real sptting cobra was. Without warning, the Harmonian officer suddenly clamped his buttcheeks together and ripped Caesar's manhood clean off, right in the midst of his climax. Albert flinched slightly, for the detached member continued to flood his rectum with thick, gooey stratejizz. But he would recover. His sibling, however, would not.

"That was a bit uncalled for. God, Albert, you're such a dickhead!"

"Today's moral is to strike while the iron is hot. You still have a lot to learn, little brother. Now untie me so I can take a bath."

"Untie yourself if you're so clever. Sex of that caliber demands a cigarette. Then I need to go see Dr. Liukan."

Albert felt Caesar retrieving his personal belongings before hearing the bedroom door open and close. Well, this was just lovely. He would need Yuber to dispose of whichever guard or maid discovered his embarrassing plight. Unless........

He heard his door creaking open again.

"Hey, Albie. I killed the shit out of that little boy who said earrings were for girls and faggots. Plus I bought some-- Whoa! What do we have here?! How'd you get all tied up like that? No, don't tell me. I don't care. It's bone dragon time!"