The Sentimental Feelings

Author: Ciissi
Fandom: Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time
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: Eventually NC-17. Contains yaoi meaning at least two boys having sex together but not in first few chapters. Possible child abuse but not in sexual manner.
Author's Note 1: : For those who wish this to be shota: *Not* happening! Can you really imagine Albel accepting something like that?! Like I said, *not* happening... well excluded some heavy smutty and fluffy. Besides... I do not think that Fayt is into *very* young children (Albel's three!) or else the game is leaving out *lots* of things... And Albel's (probably) very OOC... His also three years old... *snicker*

Answers for Reviews: It seems that many of you have liked my Albel-chan. I was not very confident about this idea, so I humbly thank you all noticing my story.
Thank you cassy, BlackFalcon, kushimitama_985, Shinia and SuijiDL for support. I am doing my best and I hope you like this chapter too.
Seraph and Tikalhammy I thank you for calling my writing style unique. I am not so sure about that myself.
Atsim_Frotw and NURIMA-Kashijawara you two seemed representing two different parties. There will be no actual shota. My apologies for those who were expecting it. Lilly's questions will be answered on later chapters.
To Terra: There is not really much girls can do about this... Right? *evil snickering*
Thank you Kaorustalker30 to pointing that there is errors in my writing. This story is not betaed and my mother tongue is not English but they are nothing explanation.

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Part One - Chapter Two: The Warmth (Sleep well)
Fayt stared Mirage like everybody else in the room. He could feel Albel sifting in his arms and looking towards Mirage with eyes he could only imagine being either angry or disbelieving. Fayt did not even a second thought that Albel would allow Fayt to take care of him. That kind of things just did not happen. //Well... one could wish...// He stared Mirage in heavy silence and blinked slowly several times.

After a time that felt like eternity Fayt was able to open his mouth but Cliff beat him to it.

"No way, Mirage!" Cliff bellowed and smacked his hands together. "We can't make Fayt do something like that! He needs his rest." He waved his arms like manic and persons close to him backed off.

Cliff's yell for some reason annoyed Albel without end. //Who's that *ox* to tell Fayt what he can do and what he can't?// His thoughts were somewhere near jealousy. But more importantly... "*What* makes you to think that I would allow this *fool* to take care of me, woman?" Albel asked with masked fury. His blood-red eyes blazed from anger. But he did not let go of Fayt's neck. He was feeling quite comfy there, thank you very much, so he was staying there. //I think my brains have begun to decay...// he thought when he realized his line of thought. But he still stayed on Fayt's embrace.

Sophia stepped forward. She pressed her cute, little plush-toy kittycat against her chest and fiddled with rim of her skirt. "Cliff is right, Mirage. Fayt has too much to do to take care of little Albel." She did not face Fayt but kept her pleading eyes on Mirage.

Albel did not approve Sophia's words and scowling he tried to slash her. But Fayt's hand came up before he could even draw Crimson Scourge (-chan) and Fayt ran his hand soothingly over Albel's back and unharmed arm. For some strange reason the touch of the blue-haired boy made Albel shiver in pleasure insides as something warm grew inside his frozen soul. Outsides he did not let anything out, only staring Fayt blankly and then hissing in irritation.

Sophia's pleading puppy-dog-eyes did not faze Mirage at all.

Fayt on his own had a feeling that things were getting out of hands... And what was with Sophia and Cliff anyways? He glared them and without realizing it continued caressing Albel who was almost purring and almost ready to forgive every past misunderstandment.

Nel looked Albel and Fayt. She shook her head finding it hard to believe what she saw in front of her. She turned her back to commotion for the sake of her own sanity. She really did not want to know...

Mirage looked sternly the Elicoorian captain and decided that it would be hardest to convince him so why not start there. "Technically you're right now three-year-old, Albel", she pointed out. "That means small body and lesser stamina and injuries that aren't fatal for adult can be that for a child." Albel sniffed for her words and Mirage sighed. "Just this once listen the reason, Albel Nox." Mirage stepped closer. "You need someone to make sure you get food, clothes and place to sleep. I think it's logical that the person taking care of you is Fayt whom you seem to trust the most."

Mirage's reasoning was starting to scare Albel and her eyes were piercing as she leaned closer to him... and Fayt. Without thinking Albel hissed, wound his both hands around Fayt's head and pressed Fayt's face to his small chest. "Don't you came any closer of me, woman!"

Fayt let out muffled cry as Albel's tiny, but strong, arms pressed his face into boy's chest which was clothed in Albel's purple tanktop. As he tried to breath he drew in Albel's scent. It was not by any means powerful but faint, strange combination of blood, gore, metal, fresh air, clean skin and fragrance of something sweet and sharp. Fayt had learned to recognize it from those several sparrings he had had with Albel during their journey. This scent made Fayt immediately think what kind of clothing Albel wore. As small hands squished his head with more power he returned to reality with crash. This *really* was not the time for his darkest and most embarrassing dreams, which existence he denied even from himself, to surface.

Fayt moved his hands and tried to make Albel let go so he could get some air, but it was in vain. It was surprising how strong Albel's body was even it being that of a three-year-old child's.

Maria gazed Albel's and Fayt's actions with growing interest. She noted Albel's weird ways towards Mirage that she had not seen never before. She also noticed very soon that Fayt was... kind of... starting to suffer for the lack of oxygen. "Albel... Perhaps you should let go of Fayt's head or he'll faint and that might proven to be dangerous for you", Maria pointed out with mild satisfaction.

Peppita and Roger were growing tired of all this 'adult talk' thingy, so they were in progress of leaving the room and going to find something to eat.

Albel let quickly go of Fayt's head and Fayt drank long and deeply from the air. It made him cough but he did not allow Albel to fall from his arms.

Albel did not apologize nor did Fayt expect it.

Mirage had already retreated further away from the boys and felt laugh tickling back of her throat and from the corner of her eye she was Maria pressing hand on her mouth and leaving the room. "If we could get back to the original conversation...?" she finally dared to ask without fearing the mirth coloring her tone of voice and thus angering Albel further more.

Albel motioned to Fayt that he wanted to get down to his own feet and because Fayt's arms were growing tired and arguing would have not helped anything he kneeled and put Albel down. As soon as he got to his feet Albel fastened his katana to his quickly made belt, crossed his arms and glanced somewhere direction of Mirage. "I'm capable of taking care of myself. And I haven't still heard valid reason, why Fayt?" He hated to repeat himself especially because his voice was now clear, high and childish as it was proper for person in age of three.

Mirage watched Albel calculatingly Albel. At the same time she glanced from the corner of her eyes towards Cliff and Adray, the other two adult males of the party. She fastened her dark-blue eyes to Albel's bloody ones and boy could feel unfamiliar and unpleasant shiver running down his spine. Mirage smiled with that gentle smile as she always did when she was about to tell something a lines of bad news. "Well... we can't make you do things against your will", she admitted and Albel nodded suspicion clear in his mind and demeanor, "that's why", Mirage continued and crouched closer little Albel's face still serenely smiling, "Cliff or Adray can look after you if you think that Fayt is somehow lacking."

As Mirage voiced her proposition, Cliff almost choked into his drink and Albel looked towards Adray whose face had been twisted into huge grin that stated 'I like children!'. Albel's face turned white and without second thought he let out a panicked scream and scurried to safe into Fayt's personal space which only he has ever been bold enough to break again and again without regret. He hid behind of Fayt's legs and after *that* he started to wonder his actions.

Cliff had cleared his coughing and glared Mirage annoyance clear in his body language. "Whatta..?! Why any of you girls won't take care of him?!" he demanded to know.

Nel, who had successfully until this point ignored the conversation, turned to stare Cliff down with her artic glare. "Albel's body might be that of a child but his mind sure hell ain't one! We don't want him to peeping on us!" She was furious that Klausian even *dared* to word out something as indecent as that.

Albel was enraged from Nel's claim. "Like HELL I WOULD!!" he screamed in blind fury peeking behind Fayt's legs and his high voice pained others' ears. "I am *not* like that blond buffoon!"

"What did you say?!" Cliff bellowed and looked like he was about to come and maim the Elicoorian young man.

Fayt cringed. "I'll take care of Albel! So would you all please stop fighting?!" He turned, bent down and scooped little Albel on his arms. Pressing the tiny child against his chest he looked every single person in the room to weighten his words. "I'm expecting *all* of you behaving accordingly as long as Albel is forced to be a child. That means especially *you*, Cliff Fittir." Unlike his usual habit he gave the person nearest to his big brother a dirty look. "After all, this was your idea." Fayt's voice was so cold and irritated that even Albel flinched. He turned around and left the room looking down the black-and-gold head and murmuring gently. "It's better that we look for you some new clothes..." His voice fainted and disappeared from the ones still lingering in the room as he closed the door behind himself and Fayt.

Albel glared Fayt with all he got and it was quite much but in form of a child... it was not very effective. Especially to Fayt who had to stand them all the time and thus had become quite immune to them. "What do you mean, fool?" Albel wanted to know when he realized he could not faze blue-haired young man. "I have lots of usable clothes", he stated and crossed his hands to his chest.

Fayt stopped and looked down the boy in his arms. "Albel..." he started and saw the irritation in child's face. It made him sigh inwardly. "Yes, you have clothes, but those are made for a man in age of 24 and height of 185 cm, not for a child age of three and height of... what?" He frowned and tried to decide how tall little Albel was.

Albel's irritation turned him even more sour-faced than before. He withdrew that amount he could in Fayt's arms. His eyes narrowed warningly and placed his hand to handle of his katana.

Fayt got the point immediately. He had no desire to fight with suddenly rejuvenated Albel. That *might* have been very dangerous for both of them and for the inn too. Fayt coughed. "Anyway... You can't use your original clothes because they are way too big to you, so we need new ones for you", he explained and tried to look convincing. Fayt without realizing it drew Albel closer his body. He liked the heat other radiated. //If he is this warm in a body of child, how warm he is in his real body?// Fayt idly wondered. He decided that he liked the smell of Albel's hair and the feel of it. Albel's hair was long even as a child and now Fayt could feel how silky and fine it really was. Fayt wanted to snuggle his face into it but he reminded himself that Albel had turned into child, not into moron... And Albel probably would not like him doing something like that.

Albel was mesmerized as he followed the changes of expressions in Fayt's face close up. He saw the emerald-green color of the blue-haired one's eyes change with great variation from the brightest to darkest shades. He forced his gaze from the other's face and looked around. Fayt was taking them towards lounge of the inn.

As they passed by a window Albel looked out. He just *had to* make up something other things to do or he would end up staring Fayt's face like adoring little kid. Wait! He *was* a little kid! At least for now. That made him feel little ill from his stomach. Albel frowned for the unwanted thought and determinedly fixed his eyes to the passing windows and pictures on the wall. It took him some time to progress that something was wrong outside. Well... not exactly wrong but amiss.

"So..." Albel finally spoke out. "You're going to take me to tailor, right? For the clothes", he certified looking back to Fayt's amazing emerald-eyes.

Fayt returned from his musings with little startle and almost hit his chin to Albel's nose. He stopped and bent his head down to look Albel into eye. "That I was thinking. You don't have super markets in Elicoor, so I can't take you into one", he pointed out.

Albel scowled for Fayt's habit of using words which meaning he did not understand. It made him feel stupid - something he was not. But that strange phrase was besides his point. //How does that fool is able to do this me?// Albel wondered. None before had distracted him like Fayt did.

Fayt had resumed the walking and they entered the lounge. There were few people of noble standing sitting around the small tables that were placed around the lounge. Behind the desks two staff members were ready to serve their guests. As Albel and Fayt entered nobles glanced their direction lazily before returning their meaningless gossiping with each other and staff members stiffened nervously a little.

Albel sniffed arrogantly as he saw the reactions. He knew that nobles were not that uninterested as they pretended. The inn staff was frightened to dead. "You do realize that time is past midnight, maggot", he pointed out loudly startling everybody in the room even more and not looking Fayt but firmly setting his eyes to the front door.

Fayt stopped suddenly even for Albel who almost fell from Fayt's hold because Albel had not put his hands around Fayt's neck and Fayt's hold loosened from the surprise caused by Albel's note about situation. Quickly Fayt adjusted his hold of Albel and cursed in his mind. He should have known better than Albel that it was nighttime already. From the two of them he was the one who had last being outsides. Even as a child Albel was observant which somehow did not - in the end - surprised Fayt.

Albel raised his eyes convincing himself that taking a peek would not harm him and he met Fayt smiling. The blue-haired youngster's smile was warm, soothing and full of pride. As he altered his direction and sat down on a free couch the smile did not leave his lips. Lifting the child from his waist he turned Albel around and made him straddle his thighs. Fayt's smile - if possible - grew even warmer and attached. "I'm truly clad that you're traveling with us, Albel", he told. "Not only you're great asset to our fighting capacity but I'm also honored to call you my friend." Fayt leaned forward and placed a friendly kiss on Albel's forehead.

Albel's jaw dropped open when he felt Fayt's hot lips on his skin. He knew that Fayt did not hate him. After all it had been this very same inn were they had talked about hating and not hating. But 'not hate' was not the same thing as 'like' or 'being friends'. Albel had never been told that someone was honored to have him as acquaintance.

As Fayt straightened Albel slapped his hand on his forehead and snarled turning his puzzlement into something more negative. "What do you think you're doing, filthy lowlife?!" he hissed silently between his teeth. Albel was already enough embarrassed being turned into a fucking three-year-old brat so he did not raised his voice as he might have done normally.

"I must say, young man", an unfamiliar voice said tune full of disapproval.

Both Albel and Fayt looked the direction of the voice.

An elderly lady dressed completely bright green velvet looking down on them and especially on Fayt. She held her golden framed glasses on her nose with air of superiority.

She annoyed Albel like Hell.

She dropped her glasses to hang by the golden string and her lips twisted downwards making the wrinkles on her face turn her into one ugly old woman. "That what you are doing, young man, is child abusing. It is not right to do something like that to someone that has no physical strength to fight back."

Words erupting from Albel's mouth after woman's preach were nowhere near repeatable. The way he swung his bared katana was not also very charming.

Woman was able to keep her life because Fayt kept his hands on Albel's waist. "Let the lady be, Albel", he told firmly and placed his hand on Albel's foul mouth. "Albel is quite capable taking care of himself", he said directing his word to elderly lady. His smile was disarming but nether the less it held some kind of threat that made the woman leave their presence behind her. "You should sheath your katana and stop swearing", Fayt suggested and stopped muffling Albel's words. "We really should talk about getting some clothes for you."

Albel thrust his katana back to its scabbard. He was aware that he was still straddling Fayt. "What there is to talk about?" he demanded to know and once again he glared the blue-haired one with all of fury he could gather. And again he made Fayt only smile back cutely. "In the morning we go and grab some clothing and that's it." Albel was very determined to stop this conversation as soon as possible.

Fayt sighed. "It isn't that easy, Albel, and you know that", he pointed out. He really did not know why Albel was sometimes so damn stubborn about certain issues. "We need more than just clothes. For example your claw."

Instinctive Albel put his hand over his bandaged left arm. Fayt crooked his brow and Albel gave up. Again there was a fight against Fayt going on he could not win. Albel tugged his over-sized collar whose chain made it quite uncomfortable to wear. He noticed he would need a new one! His claw was same way. Too big. It was probably in the room where other males of the party slept. "I need new claw and collar", Albel told his tune of voice stating that he would not listen whining or possible reasoning.

"Shoes and clothes", Fayt added but what ever he thought of Albel's words he wisely kept it himself. He raised Albel out of his lap and put him down to the floor. "What kind of clothes you preferred to have?" Fayt asked as he rose to his own feet.

By the time Fayt got up, Albel was already headed half way towards the corridor which was lined with the rooms. "What do you mean 'what kind of clothes'?" he questioned over his shoulder while violently stumping on a foot of a noble passing by.

Fayt hurried to catch up with Albel and they left howling noble behind them. He steadied his pace to match with Albel's and they walked along the corridor and Albel repeated his question. This time Fayt was not distracted by the distance between them. "I don't think you should walk around in your normal kind clothing", Fayt said carefully. "For a three years old they might be... little..." He looked for a word that would bring out his point and would not offend Albel. After all he was not referring that gold-and-black-haired swordsman was weak or unable of taking care of himself. Albel was just... turned into a child and children... were not as strong as adults.

But as usual Albel was able to read deeper than only what words said in Fayt's speech. He stopped and thought deeply the consequences of this young dressing that suggestingly. Imagines that came to his mind were... at least... *disturbing*... "Something more covering, right?" he finally offered.

Fayt looked him in dead silence for a long time. "Right... More covering." That was all he dared to say.

Albel raised his other brow and placed his hands on his hips challengingly. His whole body seemed asking Fayt to question his choice of clothing. He was clearly asking Fayt to word out some kind of comment that Albel could interpret like it would be smart-ass one giving him a rightful reason to beat blue-haired one up. Despite his child form Albel looked very capable to cause harm those that threatened him.

Fayt kept himself tightly in check and managed to keep his face straight. He made those few measly steps that separated them disappear by stepping forward and crouched down. He placed his hand on Albel's shoulder and nodded absentmindedly. "You really *are* strong both mind and body", he murmured so quietly that other hardly heard him. Fayt stood up so suddenly that he surprised Albel. He patted boy's shoulder. "As you earlier stated it's most likely past midnight. Your mind might be that of an adult but your body is that of a child's so you need a relevant amount of sleep. Let's go, Albel!" Fayt let his hand slip from Albel's shoulder and turned to walk towards their rooms.

Albel stayed where he was standing looking the slim but strong back of Fayt thoughtful expression on his face. Why that fool always worried about others rather than his own wellbeing? That went over Albel's ability to comprehend.

"Albel! Are you coming?"

A concerned voice woke him up and his jerked up. He saw Fayt standing further down the corridor. He looked in certain trance when Fayt raised his hand and stretched it towards him. For a moment Albel was going to ignore him but then he just gave up. He had once had a normal childhood unlike many believed. His life had turned worse when he had been around 16 years old.

Albel locked his crimson eyes into Fayt's emerald ones and like a real child in the age of three years he ran to Fayt. He extended his hand and put it into Fayt's. It was nice hand. Delicate and warm suited for a Symbology user and strong and flexible suited for a master swordsman.

Fayt closed his hand around Albel's and they walked together towards the rooms. For those who happened to see them, were offered very charming picture of two beautiful boys walking with peace between them that could not be merely one-time miracle. This picture lasted and did not disappear until they had entered the room that was quarters of males of their party.

What those possible watchers did not know was that the peace they were admiring was torn into pieces as soon as Fayt and Albel closed the door behind them.

In the room beyond reasoning irritated Cliff waited them. Roger was already fast asleep in his own bed and Adray was snoring loudly under his covers. But Cliff was clearly fuming and boiling. As door clicked close he attacked on Fayt and Albel. "Do you have any idea what time it is, Fayt?" he demanded to know and only that point he noticed that Fayt and Albel were holding hands. Cliff could hear his veins bobbing and his blood heating into boiling point. He could not understand what was going on here!

Fayt pulled Albel stand in front of himself and placed his right hand on bloody-eyed one's shoulder keeping his left hand on boy's. "I know what time it is. That's the reason why we are here", he said smiling but it had tired undertone. Fayt let go of Albel and walked towards the bed that was reserved for him. When nearing the bed he unzipped his shirt and started to slide it down of his shoulders.

Albel almost swallowed his tongue as he slowly remembered how casual Fayt could be about his body. The blue-haired young man even when forced to sleep in same room as him seemed time to time - especially in the evenings - forgot that there was others around him and start to undress without warning. This was something that Albel had never been able to understand in Fayt.

Cliff only got even more irritated about Fayt undressing like he was alone. It was not like the younger one had ugly body or anything along lines of that but he *really* did not liked to see his 'little brother' acting like that in front of others. Not especially in front of Albel. Cliff might be loud and say lot of stupid and tactless things but he was nowhere being idiot. He had seen the predatory directed towards Fayt in Albel's blood-red eyes every time they were fighting together.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing?!" Cliff demanded to know and Albel sneered something like 'blond maggot' but it was almost inaudible so Cliff could not be entirely sure.

Fayt stopped and turned to look Cliff innocent confusion making up most of his facial expression dropping his shirt on the nearby chair. "Undressing of course." His answer was very simple.

Both Albel and Cliff nearly got violent nosebleed as they saw the bare cream-white skin which covered battle toned muscles and slim frame.

Fayt beckoned to Albel. "Come here, Albel. It's time to put you bed." He reached for a black pajama shirt on his bed and smiled little embarrassed. "This is my only pajama shirt but you can't sleep naked. Child's body *is* more fragile than adult's." Fayt unbuttoned the black silk shirt, returned to Albel and offered the shirt to him. Soon he was back to bedside and kicked his boots off.

Cliff had a horrible feeling that something unpleasant - for him - was going on in front of his eyes. "Fayt... What are you up to" he asked carefully making sure that his voice was low so it would not awaken the other sleeping figures in the room.

There was times when Fayt really did not understand what was moving insides of Cliff's head although Albel was mysterious all the time. "If you haven't noticed, we have someone with a body of three-years-old among us - no less thanks to you! - and his body needs more sleep than ours to recover. I'm putting Albel to bed."

Cliff's jaw hit the floor and Albel became enraged. Fayt was treating him like a real child!

Fayt turned to analyze Cliff with half closed lids. "Because of you", he started fisting his hand, "Albel is forced into body that doesn't fit to his fighting abilities, doesn't respond his will to becoming better and can't take as much stress as it should be." Fayt lifted his lids and his emerald eyes seemed to glow unnaturally. "I agreed to take care of him until his condition can be reverted. It's past midnight so I and Albel are going to sleep!" He turned to look his pajama pants. "To make sure that he *will* sleep we're sleeping together."

Cliff felt dizzy. What was going on?! He did not understand anything anymore.

Albel's face turned crimson and he leered with satisfaction as he heard Fayt's firm deceleration about sleeping together, sharing a bed. He had not shared his bed with anybody since his childhood. No matter how his lovers had begged he had never shared the intimacy of sleep with them.

Sleep left you wide open and vulnerable.

Fayt did not see Albel's reaction but unfortunately Cliff saw it way too clearly and something snapped inside him. He had done his best to protect young man for any kind of danger. Damn it all if he could not protect his 'little brother' from this crimson-eyed sadist who apparently took satisfaction from torturing delicate, good-hearted youngster.

Yelling from too long pressed anger Cliff attacked Albel and lifted the child from the floor by front of his shirt deciding to finish Albel once and for all with Fists of Fury. Same time he successfully awakened Roger and Adray who jumped up and prepared to take out any possible enemy.

Albel did not react anyway to attack. He did not call out or stiffened. No matter what his body had become his spirit was that of a warrior and warrior did not yield.

Fayt turned around alarmed by Cliff's yell and almost did not believe what he saw before him. "CLIFF!" he screamed in fury and ran over. "Stop bullying Albel!" He swiftly snatched the child from Cliff's hands and pressed him against his chest. His emerald-green eyes glared the older man icily. "Don't you *ever* again do that, Cliff Fittir", he told. "Albel is a child and even if he is doing what ever made you angry on purpose it doesn't give you to right to abuse him." Fayt turned and walked to his bed.

Roger sniffed. He was tired and although it was always entertaining to watch Albel and Cliff fight it was too late to something like that. The boy climbed back to bed and sleep claimed him immediately.

Adray put his sword away and sat aside of his bed to follow the events unwrapping in front of him with cryptic smile.

Albel, who was still having pajama shirt on his hand, pressed his face partly against Fayt's neck and wound his hands around other's shoulders and neck. He peeked over Fayt's shoulder and snickered evilly. He did not know what he had done right to make Cliff so furious but he had to try that again.

It took some time for the three still awaken persons realize that Fayt was collecting stuff he would need for spending night somewhere else.

Adray had noticed somewhere along the road that Fayt Leingod was very dedicated person. When he said he would take care of something he would see it in the end no matter what it was. But Adray was not quite sure how to react situation as it was. "What you are doing, Fayt?" he wanted to know and for a change he was talking softly.

Fayt stood up and looked Adray. He strolled to the door. "We're spending night in Albel's room", he informed the eldest as he went by. With out further exchange of words he opened the door and exited the room. As the door shut behind Fayt looked down on Albel and smiled apologetically to him. "I'm sorry that I have to invade your personal space."

Albel gazed Fayt for a moment thoughtfully. For a once he really did not care someone coming to his room. "You're fool", he just said voice and face plain. "I'm tired so let's get going."

Fayt get going without answer. //Yes... We both are tired...//

Albel's room was located apart from others. As Albel and Fayt entered the dim room Albel was nodding. His child's body was catching up with all the excitement of the past hours. Fayt petted his hair and laid him on the bed. Hurrying Fayt undressed Albel, put his black shirt on and put burning salve on hurt arm bandaging it afterwards.

After taking care of Albel, Fayt proceeded to ready himself for bed. He brushed his teeth, took off his trousers and put pajama pants on. His back was turned to Albel so he did not see the other one ogling his naked backside. Fayt turned and descended on the bed. He stayed on the room side shielding Albel between him and wall.

Thou the arrangement was not bad at all for some reason, Albel found it unsatisfactory. The one cover that was in his bed would never be enough for both of them if they would stay this far from each other. So to make things quick Albel crawled closed and positioned his tiny body between Fayt's arms which startled the other boy and he looked down. Albel had closed his lids but he felt Fayt's gaze like the real touch on his skin. He was tired and he knew from experience that without reacting Fayt would give up.

And so it happened.

Fayt tugged the blanket around himself and irritated Albel who was nestling between his arms. He lay down too and placed his head on a pillow which had been used by Albel for several days at this point. He felt Albel snuggling - it could not be called anything else! - further up. Albel's tiny head along his long hair popped out of the covers and he laid his head on the same pillow as Fayt. Albel's back was against Fayt's chest and they both sighed.

Things had gone out of hands and neither of the young men waited the sleep eagerly.

There were too much that one could expose while one was sleeping and dreaming... but in the end it did not matter. Both of them were with person they trusted mostly in the world which was outlined insides the warm blanket.

TBC...

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Author's Note 2: It appears that it is best that I end this chapter here... Albel is glaring my with the way that tells me *not* to let morning come too quickly or there will be some... dead... bodies... Aaaww, do no glare like that, Albel-chan. Close your eyes and go to sleep like Fayt is doing. Good boy...

Again reviews are appreciated...

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