InsaneJournal

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You had your chances
All your romances
And now I just don't want you
I know I love you because I hate you

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“What do you want me to do?”

“Kill him.”

Luther, who had been listening and watching Fayt from afar, as always, froze in his tracks and stared at the two opponents standing in the grassy grounds of the university.

Albel had that predatory look on his sharp face and Fayt was dazed as though he was actually contemplating the imbecile’s careless words. He frowned darkly and glanced around the balcony. Fayt would never look up here, hence the reason Luther had been able to spy on him when they weren’t in classes.

Albel Nox was a nuisance, a pest that needed to be swatted. His mind was already formulating on how said irritant of a man was going to be swatted. So many possibilities and so many connections...his mind was just humming, his fingers thrumming against the carved white railing. He also considered the punishments for Fayt, for even thinking of trying to…trying to--

He thought about the endless toys he had, the numberless, little trinkets-- he could use a catheter on Fayt, make him feel like he was nothing more than an experiment in Luther’s eyes, or maybe he should use a chastity belt on him, an ironic punishment. No, those were not enough. He needed to eliminate the negative influence. Quickly.

And so, in a matter of days, he had used certain connections and got them to do what needed to be done.

Albel Nox was found dead on that same spot. People didn’t gather around the death because they cared about him; they had gathered because a student of the university had died. The paparazzi had taken pictures; the principal had been distraught. Luther himself had offered words of comfort and had spoken a rather pretentious speech about how a death of any student from their university was such a great loss as a whole.

Even though the hatred between Luther and Albel Nox was obvious, nobody would ever guess that it had been Luther’s doing because when the police had started investigating his room, they had found nothing that would go against him. Of course they had found out some of his suspicious-looking trinkets, but the police had dismissed them as materials of the experiments for the science department of the university. They had even remarked that he was doing a great thing for the university, leading it to glory and victory and--

Luther smirked maliciously. The plan had gone well. The shady connections he had were from the underground of the university. It wasn’t just him who had hated Albel Nox; there were others who had hated him as well, so when he had given those people the right materials to use and the right motivation, they had done the job. It was like playing chess; they were the pawns and he was the king who was going to finally receive the rewards of his victory.

There was a loud bang and Luther glanced behind him. Fayt was standing in the doorway, his white-clad body tense, his eyes full of pain and despair. A pang of jealousy struck at Luther. Did Fayt care about that damned imbecile that much? The only person Fayt should ever value was Luther and he had in the past when Luther and Fayt used to be friends. Now he liked to think that they were so much more…

“Fayt,” Luther murmured with a soft smile. He shut the windows down and made his way over to the blue-haired man. Luther gazed at him and reached out a hand, letting it rest on Fayt’s curvy shoulder. He noticed, the moment his fingers felt the skin, that Fayt was shaking.

“He’s gone,” Fayt whispered hoarsely, his head slightly down. “I knew him for such a long time and now he’s gone…” A tear dropped to the ground and Luther decided that at this point, Fayt was extremely vulnerable. He should take advantage of this; in fact, he should have taken advantage of Fayt’s admiration for him to the fullest instead of only to an extent. He shouldn’t have subtly forced himself on his precious one.

Even though it was unlike him, he pulled Fayt into an embrace and Fayt wrapped his arms around him, laying his head on Luther’s shoulder. There was a sudden stillness. The shaking body in Luther’s arms was starting to calm. Luther shifted and brought their faces close. He knew what Fayt needed, a means of a distraction and this was probably one of the only rare occurrences of Fayt ever truly being exposed and broken.

“Come,” Luther murmured, leading Fayt to the bed. Fayt sat on the soft mattress, gripping the edges of the bed with his hands. His eyes were downcast, which would not do for Luther. Slowly, he slipped the pants away and the body stiffened. Luther looked at him inquisitively, one hand cupping Fayt’s clothed member. Any form of sex was a great distraction, letting the mind and the body melt into pure ecstasy.

He rubbed the fabric against his length and felt it slowly getting aroused. Fayt moaned softly, tilting his head back and exposing his delicate neck. Luther licked his lips and continued his ministrations, using the fabric as friction against his lover.

“Luther…” Fayt whispered, the grip on the edges getting tighter. “Please…”

Luther slid the undergarment down, revealing Fayt’s flushed arousal. He licked his lips again and cupped Fayt’s balls, rolling one of them into his hand and reveling in the slight gasp of his lover. He was doing this just slowly, slowly in order to make Fayt want it even more. Fayt was panting and releasing those little moans again. There was no passive resistance, no subtle aggression on the surface of Fayt’s body.

Luther wrapped his fingers around Fayt’s length and Fayt bucked his hips forward with another gasp. Luther began stroking him, starting from the head that was already dripping with pre-come and then going down to his balls again. He did this for a while, in the same pace that didn’t speed up or slow down. Fayt whispered his name, truly giving into him. Luther couldn’t take him right now; he needed to handle this delicately. There was no more competition for Fayt’s attention, so Fayt was truly all his.

Fayt reached his climax and Luther pulled his sticky hand away from Fayt’s now limp member. He placed the tip of his slippery finger on Fayt’s waiting lips. A tongue began to lick, making Luther groan in need, but for once, he couldn’t act out his desires for Fayt. He needed to control himself. He had already gained something much more important than sex by doing this:

His precious trust.

And yet--

“What do you want me to do?” 

"Kill him."

Those words made his skin crawl.

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There had been a funeral for Albel Nox, but only a few people who knew him had attended it, and a morbid celebration of recognition followed afterwards. Albel had been one of the best fighters in sparring after all, though that could be argued since he knew Fayt had skills in that area as well.

After a week, things had returned to normal in the Sphere University or as normal as it could be. People still went to classes; Luther and Fayt continued to study and then sometimes so-called studied as in having their sexual sessions.

Luther had to admit, there was something different in their sessions, even as he started handcuffing Fayt’s wrists against the posts of the bed. Fayt stirred in his sleep, a playful smile on his face.

His heart skipped a beat, but he kept going and took out something from his pocket, nipple clamps. He slid the white blankets off his lover, revealing his nakedness. Luther discarded his own clothes and sighed in bliss as he straddled Fayt, skin meeting skin.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on Fayt’s supple lips. He opened his green eyes and grinned at Luther. “I’ve been awake the entire time…”

“Oh?” Luther inquired; it was quite odd for Fayt to be so… he couldn’t describe it. He wasn’t like the gaping admirer Luther had in the past, or the resistant force of will personified; this… this was someone else. He had to explore this a little more and see where they were going in their bizarre relationship.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” Luther inquired. He began grinding his hips against Fayt’s, groaning at the friction it created. Fayt moaned again and tried to move; instead, the jingling of the handcuffs resonated throughout the room. Luther chuckled and placed the clamps on Fayt’s nipples. The other let out a hiss of pain and Luther began rocking his hips against Fayt’s again.

“Does it hurt?” Luther continued to ask and Fayt nodded. “Does it also feel good?” he questioned, leaning over and taking one of the clamps off. He licked one nipple, swirling his tongue around it. He felt the body shudder in pleasure under him and Fayt’s obvious arousal rubbing against his. He placed the clamp back and did the same over the other nipple, licking and biting it.

“Luther…” Fayt trailed off. “How long are you--”

“Until you come for me,” Luther answered with a Cheshire smile. Fayt groaned again; Luther couldn’t tell whether that was from disappointment or his ministrations. “Do you trust me, Fayt?”

Those brilliant green eyes shined for him. “I do… ever since that day…”

Luther couldn’t keep the smug smile off his face. “You were always so good to me, even though you said you resisted me and hated me for who I am… “ He shifted his body and began caressing his lover’s cheek. “You never really hated me, did you?” Fayt shook his head and Luther grinned. “You always loved me, am I right?”

Another nod.

What Luther would learn later on though, was that sometimes there was hate and love, as two separate emotions, and then there were times when hate was love, and when love was hate, so they were truly inseparable and completely joined together as one.

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Luther felt that strange change again. He had felt it when it was Fayt who had cornered him in the bathroom and kissed him hard on the mouth. He had felt it in their bedroom, when Fayt had instigated their sessions, cooperating with their plays and experiments and doing whatever Luther had practically ordered and expected him to do.

He had even felt it in class, Fayt’s boldness and sudden strength. It wasn’t exactly passive resistance or subtle aggression. It was open as though Luther had released something in him… but he hadn't just felt it, he had seen it in the way Fayt treated him in front of everyone, not just as someone above him, or below him, but as a classmate, as someone…

Equal.

What truly made his blood boil was the way Fayt no longer let Luther be the center of his life. Fayt had managed to pull away from his circle, drifting into his friends again. The girls had whispered about how Fayt and Sophia, even though they weren’t a couple anymore, were friends now, smiling and laughing as they walked in the hallways together.

He wondered if he should get rid of Sophia. He had already started with Albel Nox, and there had been a time when he wanted to get rid of Fayt’s friends one by one. He decided that he must confront Fayt about this strange behavior; he didn’t know what to make of it. He was used to people bowing down before him, he had tolerated Fayt’s resistance and subtle rebellion, but this… what the devil was this?

He found Fayt standing by the doorway of their room again, adorned in their school uniform. They came in and Luther closed the door behind them. Fayt wrapped his arms around him and kissed him on the lips. “Hello,” Fayt murmured with a gentle smile.

Luther stiffened and frowned. “What are you doing?”

Fayt blinked innocently at him. “What I am supposed to be doing?” He laughed and pulled away, crossing his arms. He stood erect and Luther couldn’t decide what to think about the sudden gleam in his lover’s green eyes. “You’re my lover, right? What we have is a forbidden affair of sorts, even if it’s disguised as experiments and whatever.” Another airy laugh. 

And then Luther realized, that Fayt was playing his games that went beyond the bedroom.

“If I pulled away from my friends like I did before, then that would blow our cover, wouldn’t it?” Fayt justified.

“Nonetheless, you disob--”

“--How?” Fayt challenged. “There’s no stupid rule that I can only be with you. Am I just a guinea pig to you in your experiments? A toy? Why can’t I be with my friends? Why do I always have to be with you? I have admired you, I wanted to be in your presence and I was--”

“As I stated before,” Luther interrupted this time, trying to gain an advantage in this feisty confrontation, “you’re bound to me, you’re mine and I do not want--”

“Bound to you in what way?” Fayt inquired with a sigh. “Yours to you in how? You never gave yourself to me…”

Luther knew the implications of those words and felt his anger rising. He glared at his lover and wanted to punish him again. What toy should he use against him? What kind of torture? He preferred a sexual kind of torture, to make Fayt want him over and over again.

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A part of Luther encouraged Fayt’s sudden change in behavior, because as the months passed, he realized that it made the sessions much more pleasurable and enjoyable.

In the sanctuary of their bedroom, they kissed in passion, tumbling over to the bed. The pleasure was clouding Luther’s mind, making him unable to think coherently. They battled for dominance, rolling over and over the white sheets until they fell to the ground of carpet.

Fayt panted above him and grinded his hips against Luther’s, making Luther groan in desperation. That gleam in his emerald eyes was back again, and Luther remembered those words, calling out to him...

He tried to ignore the calling at first, trying to melt into the sensations. His skin was aflame, his hands tight around Fayt’s ass and he wanted to pull Fayt forward, let his member sink into that delicious heat again.

Fayt leaned close to him, grinned a Cheshire’s smile and murmured, “Do you know what I would have truly done if I ever found out who murdered my closest friend?”

Closest friend? Fayt considered that bastard his closest friend?

“What would you have done?” Luther inquired, challengingly. Why did it feel like as though he and Fayt had switch--

“I would have killed him,” Fayt answered, and then in a flash, Luther saw Fayt snatching something from under the bed. In that fraction of a second, Luther finally listened to those words of warning, and grabbed Fayt’s wrist, stopping the knife from stabbing at his chest.

The two breathed heavily, harsh sapphire glaring at sharp emerald.

“How dare you?” Luther raged, and with his own strength, he managed to pull Fayt away from him, causing the naked man to tumble backwards. Fayt still had the knife in his hand; he stood up and crossed his arms.

Then he just laughed.

And Luther finally learned what the gleaming in those eyes meant. They were his lover’s wildness, the lack of sanity in himself and Fayt’s mysteriousness that Luther had never explored. Every time those eyes flashed, the warmness in them faded away, but they were still bright and sharp like the emeralds they represented.

“I knew it was you,” Fayt began, stroking the smooth blade of the knife with his finger absentmindedly. “I knew that you would take out one of my friends eventually; it was all over your face every time I was with Sophia.” This was definitely not the Fayt Luther knew. Who had taken his lover? Who had dispelled him? Who was this vengeful person? “I just didn’t think that you would really do it, until…”

And then some of what Luther knew was Fayt crept back into his face. Those hopeful eyes, that gentle smile…

“But you killed him,” Fayt declared bitterly. “So now I’m going to kill you.”

Luther couldn’t believe it, even after Fayt had said it. “You must be joking.” He chuckled himself. “Drop that knife and calm yourself. You’re being absolutely childish and ridiculous.”

“Says the jealous man who wanted someone that was never his in the first place,” Fayt retaliated with a fierce edge in his voice. He picked up his clothes, got dressed and threw the knife at Luther’s naked feet. Luther didn’t have the chance to react as Fayt slammed the door open and left the room…

Forever.

Fin.

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A/n: A note, I really do not like using the word ‘balls’. -________-;; really, it’s just… meh. It’s like trying to say cock. I guess in certain fanfics, it’s okay, but it just feels odd o.O.

Uh yeah, I’ll be writing Underestimate and then Breathless next, so never fear, Lufay fans! X3 I love that couple too much to let it die. I just hope others feel the same about it. 

And for those going "OMG, she made Fayt OOC!", well, I'll tell you why: Luther killed Fayt's last shred of sanity, Albel, since we all know that Fayt likes to spend time with him a lot ^__~ so yeah, crazy!Fayt is fun. X3