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Title: December 05, 2009, Star Ocean: Til the End of Time, AlbelxFayt
Fandom: Star Ocean: Til the End of Time
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol use, sex and etc.
Summary: 1.) The first time Albel woke up to Fayt. 2.) The party spends a little time in a bar.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Dedicated to Mandi ^^.
Written for December 5, 2009, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: Waking up
The first morning Albel woke up to Fayt curled up on his chest, naked as the day he was born, drool trickling out of the side of his mouth as he snored softly, he was tempted to harshly kick the boy out of bed and run away from his room, this situation, as fast as, and as far as, he could run. Fortunately, common sense kicked in before he gave in to the impulse, or at least that is what he told himself. Startling Fayt awake usually lead to things exploding/people in pain, as Cliff had learned from the last time he had tried to play a prank on the sleeping teenager. Albel was surprised that the moron was still drawing breath after Fayt had accidentally slammed him through the wall of the inn.
He told himself that he only allowed –his- fool to continue to sleep on him because waking him in his normal –violent- way was a hazard to his health. Not because he wanted to watch the boy sleep on his chest, relaxed in a way he had never seen him while he was awake. Looking at him while he was asleep, sprawled all over the bed and Albel like a restless child, one would never know that he had killed over a dozen men –bandits- on their way to Aquios yesterday, that he was capable of destroying the very planet with a thought.
One would never think him capable of beating Albel the Wicked in a fair fight.
Albel almost preferred him this way, and the way he had been in his bed last night. Soft, malleable, vulnerable, looking at Albel with absolute trust in his eyes as he ravaged his body. Only Fayt had ever looked at him like that, and only Fayt ever would.
So Albel let Fayt sleep, pretending that it was only because of his strength and not because of his softer feelings.
Prompt: "Look on the bright side: maybe he'll just drop dead.",
"Look on the bright side: maybe he'll just drop dead." Fayt muttered, placing a soothing hand on Albel’s shoulder as the commander of the Black Brigade fumed. After a good deal of alcohol, Cliff had decided to serenade the lovely lady he had caught sight of from across the bar. Unfortunately, that lovely lady turned out to be Albel, though Cliff had only realized this after Albel had nearly stabbed him through the stomach, and Mirage had punched him in the head. Actually, Fayt still was not quite sure if it had clicked yet, he figured the apology had more to do with the shoes being thrown at Cliff’s head than Albel’s identity, but he wasn’t going to inform the elicoorian of this.
“Or maybe I’ll just kill him in his sleep.” Albel growled, taking a gulp of whatever alcoholic beverage Fayt had pushed into his hand as he led him away from Cliff. The blue haired male glanced at him, shaking his head.
“There’s always that.” He stated calmly, inwardly relieved that Albel probably would not remember any of this in the morning.
This pairing is really hard to write when there’s an idiot singing loudly behind me and my head hurts. But, it’s cute. These two have an interesting dynamic that cannot be denied. Sorry to my friends who prefer Cliff/Albel, AlbelxFayt is my OTP for this fandom.
Title: December 05, 2009, Star Ocean: Til the End of Time, AlbelxFayt
Fandom: Star Ocean: Til the End of Time
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol use, sex and etc.
Summary: 1.) The first time Albel woke up to Fayt. 2.) The party spends a little time in a bar.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Dedicated to Mandi ^^.
Written for December 5, 2009, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: Waking up
The first morning Albel woke up to Fayt curled up on his chest, naked as the day he was born, drool trickling out of the side of his mouth as he snored softly, he was tempted to harshly kick the boy out of bed and run away from his room, this situation, as fast as, and as far as, he could run. Fortunately, common sense kicked in before he gave in to the impulse, or at least that is what he told himself. Startling Fayt awake usually lead to things exploding/people in pain, as Cliff had learned from the last time he had tried to play a prank on the sleeping teenager. Albel was surprised that the moron was still drawing breath after Fayt had accidentally slammed him through the wall of the inn.
He told himself that he only allowed –his- fool to continue to sleep on him because waking him in his normal –violent- way was a hazard to his health. Not because he wanted to watch the boy sleep on his chest, relaxed in a way he had never seen him while he was awake. Looking at him while he was asleep, sprawled all over the bed and Albel like a restless child, one would never know that he had killed over a dozen men –bandits- on their way to Aquios yesterday, that he was capable of destroying the very planet with a thought.
One would never think him capable of beating Albel the Wicked in a fair fight.
Albel almost preferred him this way, and the way he had been in his bed last night. Soft, malleable, vulnerable, looking at Albel with absolute trust in his eyes as he ravaged his body. Only Fayt had ever looked at him like that, and only Fayt ever would.
So Albel let Fayt sleep, pretending that it was only because of his strength and not because of his softer feelings.
Prompt: "Look on the bright side: maybe he'll just drop dead.",
"Look on the bright side: maybe he'll just drop dead." Fayt muttered, placing a soothing hand on Albel’s shoulder as the commander of the Black Brigade fumed. After a good deal of alcohol, Cliff had decided to serenade the lovely lady he had caught sight of from across the bar. Unfortunately, that lovely lady turned out to be Albel, though Cliff had only realized this after Albel had nearly stabbed him through the stomach, and Mirage had punched him in the head. Actually, Fayt still was not quite sure if it had clicked yet, he figured the apology had more to do with the shoes being thrown at Cliff’s head than Albel’s identity, but he wasn’t going to inform the elicoorian of this.
“Or maybe I’ll just kill him in his sleep.” Albel growled, taking a gulp of whatever alcoholic beverage Fayt had pushed into his hand as he led him away from Cliff. The blue haired male glanced at him, shaking his head.
“There’s always that.” He stated calmly, inwardly relieved that Albel probably would not remember any of this in the morning.
This pairing is really hard to write when there’s an idiot singing loudly behind me and my head hurts. But, it’s cute. These two have an interesting dynamic that cannot be denied. Sorry to my friends who prefer Cliff/Albel, AlbelxFayt is my OTP for this fandom.
