InsaneJournal

-Begin-

-32-

The first time Luther and Fayt had sex, Fayt had been the reluctant one. He didn’t know what he was doing, but Luther sure knew.

It was like role-playing; Fayt had resisted him by being passive and Luther attempted to get his attention with little touches, just tips of fingers caressing his unblemished skin.

If anything, he was unmarked territory until Luther had entered his life. Sophia had only kissed him on the lips; they had never went any farther than that, and even if they did one of these days, Luther, who had connections all over the Sphere University was bound to find out.

-33-

The second time they had coupled, Luther had almost strangled his neck because of Fayt’s obvious resistance. Luther was rather amused at the fact that Fayt had actually got off the little stunt.

Luther wouldn’t mind exploring that kink. Fayt was like a new toy to him, full of mystery and secrets. However, he doubted that he’d get tired of Fayt, because the boy never really truly resisted him.

At that thought, he leaned closer to Fayt, and kissed the little bruises on his neck. Fayt inhaled inwardly, and wrapped his arms around Luther’s waist, keeping him close.

Luther didn’t understand that.

-30-

Third time…

…Fayt could barely recall; all he knew was that it was Luther’s birthday and he, who had been partly drunk, had been adorned in a maid suit. It was complete with the black cat ears, a tail, and paws.

Luther had ravaged him thoroughly, and Fayt, despite his love for Sophia, despite his friends’ unwanted opinions of the godlike student, had enjoyed every minute of it.

He’d try to be rational about it, but the dark voice inside of him was whispering to him that he was only being in denial.

Submit, the voice said, but Fayt disobeyed it anyway.

-1-

Fourth time, Luther had been torturing him-- not with machines, not with all sorts of kinky toys he had-- but with featherlike touches. They were back to square one, but this time, Luther knew every inch of Fayt’s beautiful body.

Sometimes, he’d hiss: “Mine, mine…”

...Even though Fayt wasn’t his; even though Fayt never really belonged to him in the first place, but one of these days, he’d change all of that.

He had to take care of this the slow way; start off with the friends Fayt didn’t give a rat’s ass about, and then move to the top.

-6-

And then the fifth time, Fayt had been the one watching Luther from afar. They shared the same dorm room, so sometimes, if he was lucky, he’d get to see Luther come out of the shower, water dripping down his pale white skin.

He had to admit Luther was just beautiful. Besides, who could deny those blue eyes, that arrogant smile, and that soft silky golden hair?

Apparently though, Luther had noticed him from his voyeur position, and like before, they went straight down to business.

Luther fucked him hard and Fayt had submitted to him.

-7-

Luther hated the fact that Sophia was clinging to Fayt’s arm as though it was her only lifeline. He had been watching them closely in the halls of the university, but he never realized until now that Fayt, outside of their bedroom, outside of their strange relationship could actually be so affectionate.

It made him sick, and just to make himself feel better, he cornered Fayt in the bathroom, slammed him against the wall, and then kissed the breath out of him.

“People can see us, Luther…” Fayt murmured softly, but Luther just growled and continued his ministrations, one hand sliding down his pants and grabbing Fayt’s member.

He squeezed Fayt’s length, heard the door creaked open, and heard a girlish scream.

He smirked in victory.

-21-

Fayt wanted to make it up to Sophia; he knew that she didn’t deserve to see him…

Well, practically cheating on her, he supposed.

Could he really help it though? Could he stand up for himself and face Luther with the rebellious resistance that he had started off with him? He didn’t know; he had the feeling that if he tried doing that, Luther would do something that he’d regret.

So he left a beautiful silk scarf for her in her locker, and exited the hall.

-22-

“You’re bound to me,” Luther said firmly, glaring at Fayt across from him. Fayt didn’t look too ashamed; in fact, his face was completely listless.

Luther would fix that; he rose from the couch, strode his way over to him, and leaned down to kiss him.

Fayt turned his face to the side, and Luther’s lips kissed his pale cheek. Luther pulled himself back, slightly stunned, slightly shocked, and noticed the now glowering expression on Fayt’s face.

“I hate you,” Fayt murmured and then stormed out of the dorm.

-13-

In the past few weeks, Fayt had been avoiding Luther, but he didn’t go to Sophia, or to his other friends. He had been with Albel Nox.

Albel Nox was his rival in sparring; they had this interesting relationship that was a mix of honor, thrills, and friendship.

One night, he had dreamed of Albel, and then the other night, he had dreamed of Albel and Luther, and then the third dream…

He shook his head vehemently and lashed his sword against his opponent. Albel never got along with Luther.

Luther and Albel hated each other immensely.

-11-

Luther always got what he wanted, and what he wanted was exactly what he got, so when he had wanted Fayt back, he literally dragged the boy away from his friends, locked them both in their dorm room after putting up the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, and gave him a special little gift.

It was a golden collar.

He placed it around Fayt’s delicate neck, and pulled himself back, caressing his lover’s cheek.

Fayt stared at the ground, cheeks flushing probably out of humiliation.

Luther shook his head, and kissed Fayt’s temple. “This is the only way you’ll learn.”

-9-

What was he? A kind of dog? A pleasure slave? It was ridiculous that Luther treated him the way he did; the other man was simply too jealous, too possessive, but incredibly passionate when it came to his research and work.

Luther may be a genius, but he was still a twisted freak.

In fact, Fayt wouldn’t be surprised if Luther entered the dorm with a paddle and started spanking him like he was a disobedient child. He wouldn’t be surprised if Luther locked the door again after putting up that sign.

He’d never be equal to Luther; this was what depressed him the most.

-12-

Luther wanted to punish his lover. He thought of several ways to do that, most of them involving whips. How would it feel like for him to lash a whip against Fayt’s smooth, unmarred back?

Would he get aroused from the sight of blood?

No, the feeling of power, domination and utter control made up for everything.

Thus, as Fayt distanced himself from Luther again, he began formulating another plan. One of these days, he’d make Fayt truly want and desire him; he’d make him truly his.

-19-

Fayt had one of those dreams again. Not the dreams he had with two of his lusted objects, but this time, it was a little more strange.

He was restrained against the bed in the dream, and Luther was straddling his waist. His smile was lopsided, and his blue eyes had that wild look in them.

“You’re crazy,” Fayt murmured. He was sweating so much, and he could feel the pain of the bruises all over him.

Luther seemed to ignore him; he spread Fayt’s legs, and thrust himself in.

A scream erupted from Fayt’s throat, and then the dream had ended.

Fayt buried his face in his hands, and wondered what was wrong with him.

-28-

He didn’t know that it was this easy to lure him in.

Luther had acted pleasant, as though they didn’t have such a brutal history with each other. Fayt had taken the bait, and now Fayt was lying across his bed, stripped of all of his clothes, and probably his dignity.

He held up a chastity belt. “How do you like your punishment now? It’s never going to be lifted until you truly…”

Fayt’s eyes widened in horror, and he shuddered. “Sick bastard.”

-34-

Fayt couldn’t get away from him. He bet that even if he tried cross-dressing again with Lolita clothes, Luther would find him.

He had sparred with Albel in the campus grounds instead. The fractious man was good company, and often Albel would distract him from the troubles of his mind.

One time, Albel asked, “Why are you still with him?”

Fayt could only shake his head and shrug. “I don’t know.”

“What a fool,” Albel smirked, his hips swaying as he pulled himself back.

Fayt laughed bitterly, and raised his sword into the air. “What do you want me to do?”

“Kill him,” answered the red-eyed man.

-27-

He thought of another wonderful punishment for his lover, something better than whips. In all of the times they had coupled, Luther had never put anything else in Fayt’s body. So he figured, if Fayt didn’t comply to any of his demands soon, he’d have to really lay down the punishment he had in his mind.

Catheterization.

And while he was at it, maybe he should consider studying the genetics of his lover. After all, he was a curious and ambitious student, therefore explaining why he had won so many awards in their university.

He still needed to take care of Fayt’s friends.

He must take them down one by one.

-26-

Fayt didn’t think he could really do it, because of instead of following Albel’s not-so-pretty advice, he had returned to the dorm room only to be seduced by Luther again.

Luther removed the pesky belt around his waist, and Fayt sighed in relief. He was so happy that he pulled Luther towards him, and kissed him.

Luther seemed shocked at first, but he returned the kiss.

This time, Fayt didn’t truly resist, or submitted to him; he joined Luther’s little games.

Luther rewarded him with the slow caresses of not only his careful hands, but of his skillful tongue that lapped up almost every part of his skin and body.

-35-

Luther wondered how he was going to accomplish his goal with Fayt distracting him every so often. Every time he’d try to actually study, Fayt would just be lying on the floor, feet dangling in the air as he read a book.

Luther shut down his laptop and gazed at his roommate.

The toes of Fayt’s feet curled up, and Luther chuckled. “Nervous?”

“Of what?” Fayt inquired, smiling innocently at him.

Luther felt his member twitch, and groaned.

He couldn’t deny himself any longer.

-31-

As though to make up for everything bad that had happened between them, they were doing the sixty-nine in their bedroom. Fayt moaned as Luther’s heated mouth closed over the crown of his member.

Fayt returned the favor, licking the precome off of the slit. It was hard to do anything as Luther took more of his length into his mouth, driving him crazy.

Fayt breathed through his nose for a moment, and climaxed. Luther slid Fayt’s length away from his mouth, some of his essence dripping down Luther’s chin.

Luther pulled him into a hard kiss, allowing him to taste himself.

-14-

There truly was a better way for his lover to suffer, really. He had Fayt pinned before him, similar to that of a butterfly, but naked as the day he was born. The foreplay had started off with simple touches and kisses until…

Luther grabbed a hold of Fayt’s balls.

He had Fayt gasping and moaning his name, which encouraged him to keep going. He decided to double his efforts as he let his mouth do the work, wrapping it around Fayt’s member and sucking him off.

And then he figured, even if Fayt didn’t truly belong to him, his body did.

-4-

They had started to get experimental when Luther fucked Fayt with a dildo. Fayt would spread his legs for him, green eyes dark with lust and desire. His lips would part, and that had always aroused him.

However, when Fayt had asked, “Can we switch?” Luther got rid of the dildo.

He’d probably get a better one, maybe one of the dildos that could vibrate too. That would double the pleasure for them, and that was a good thing, because he knew that Fayt would always fall for him.

Despite that though, he forgot that Fayt still had his friends.

-29-

Fayt didn’t think that Luther would actually tell their relationship to Fayt’s friends. It was bad enough that his friends already knew of their relationship just from the way Luther treated him, but for Luther to rub it against their faces…

Fayt wanted to tape Luther’s mouth to silence him. Instead, after the little confrontation, he and Luther had made out in the nearest bathroom.

He couldn’t believe he brought himself down to this. He was disgusted with himself.

He thought about Albel’s advice, and was even more disgusted that it made some sense to him.

-20-

Another experiment they had conducted was the use of leather floggers. As the floggers lashed against Fayt’s back as he laid on the bed, it stung. After a few more lashes, his back felt numb, his mind shutting down.

He heard Luther breathing hoarsely; he could even smell his arousal.

Fayt gasped as the floggers smacked against his skin again. He buried his face in the pillow and groaned in pain.

Suddenly, it stopped.

Instead of the cold texture of the floggers, he felt soft warm hands caressing his probably bruised back. The hands trailed up his spine, and then over his shoulders. At last, he felt a heavy body on top of him.

“Soon, you’ll learn to feel pleasure from pain,” Luther whispered to him.

-16-

Things started to get interesting after Luther had Fayt hogtied. Something about Fayt being completely and utterly helpless under his mercy was really arousing. He supposed that it had something to do with control again, because as along as he had control over him, then he could…

Others would probably argue with him and tell him that what he was doing wasn’t right; that he was crazy, but they didn’t know him. They didn’t know how Fayt worked. He was the only one who understood Fayt and why he wanted to reach his goals in their university.

Fayt let out a grunting sound. “Are you going to untie me now?”

Luther stared at his lover, who still had his arms, and legs all tied together with a rope. He chuckled in amusement, and laid next to him on the floor. He got rid of the rope, and pulled Fayt close to him.

Fayt froze, as though shocked, and Luther chuckled again. “Do you still hate me?”

-23-

That question threw Fayt off guard. He gazed at his tormenter, and lover, and blinked many times. He thought about the question for a while, and wondered whether Luther was now suffering from his own orgy of guilt and pity, but he doubted that Luther really had a conscience.

“Should I?” he inquired, and sat up. The room was silent, save for their breathing. Fayt reached out, touching Luther’s face.

How can anybody be that beautiful yet be so fucked up and twisted?

Luther let out a laugh. “I’m the one asking the questions.”

“Then I can’t answer any of them,” Fayt said firmly.

The blue-haired man rose to his feet, and left the room.

-25-

Maybe Fayt’s response was a good sign. It was strange that Luther didn’t seem to have control over the brief conversation. A part of him wondered what had happened to the previous times they had interacted, the times when he and Fayt were just friends, and nothing more.

Fayt had been kind, so very kind to him.

And now…

He turned off the lights of the room and joined his lover in bed. He pulled the covers over them both, and closed his eyes.

At first he dreamt of nothing, and then something began to form. There was fire everywhere, and a bright light. It burned so much, like candle wax sizzling as it touched the unmarred skin.

He woke up an hour later, panting heavily for his breath.

Something was going to change.

-3-

“Perhaps you should handcuff him,” Albel smirked sadistically, giving Fayt a sultry look.

Fayt blushed, and he shook his head. “God, you’re just as bad as him.”

Albel slammed his sword on the grass, and glared at his rival. “Don’t you ever compare me to him.”

“You guys have a couple of similarities anyway,” Fayt remarked with a sad smile. “The only difference is, I think you have a conscience somewhere in that twisted mind of yours, and Luther doesn’t.”

“Fine, screw the handcuff idea then to control him,” Albel said with a roll of his eyes. “You’ll always be a weakling in his eyes if you continue to act that way. I thought you were stronger than that.”

Fayt smiled again, and chuckled bitterly. “I know I’m not weak, but I’m not strong either.”

“Then what are you?” Albel inquired, giving him a thoughtful look.

“I’m me.”

-8-

“What’s that?” Fayt asked wearingly.

Luther smiled at him, and slowly placed the cockring around his dick. He pinned Fayt on the bed, rubbing his hard-on against Fayt’s, making both of them groan. “Just another plaything.”

Fayt sighed, as though almost bored with the activity. “I’m going to sleep.”

“With that thing on?” Luther inquired with a laugh. “Good luck trying to get it off tomorrow.”

Fayt, who was already pulling the blankets over him, suddenly stopped, and blinked at him. “What do you mean?”

Luther smirked. “You’ll see what I mean tomorrow.”

-2-

They were in class, and the teacher was droning on and on about physics or something like that. Fayt glanced at Luther, and found the blond smirking impishly. He had a bad feeling about this; he hadn’t been able to get rid of the cockring when he took a shower this morning.

This was a very bad sign.

A moment later, something was vibrating. After he heard a small laugh from Luther, he groaned and put his head down on the desk. If he didn’t get out of the classroom soon, then he’d probably would get a major hard-on from this…

The vibration suddenly increased and Fayt stood up. He excused himself immediately and left the classroom, heading towards the bathroom. He didn’t notice that Luther had gone up as well, following him out.

-17-

“God, Luther,” Fayt moaned against him, pulling him closer. He grabbed a hold of Luther’s hands, and placed them on his hard dick, trying to move them.

Luther shook his head, and started removing Fayt’s top. He took out something from his pocket-- two clamps they seemed to be-- and placed both of them on Fayt’s hardened nipples.

Fayt let out a hiss, clenching his eyes shut. “What are you doing to me?”

“I want to see how much pain you can take,” Luther murmured, kissing his forehead. “Tolerance.”

“That’s bullshit,” Fayt cursed as Luther started playing with the nipple clamps, varying the pressure of the clamps on his nipples. “Take it all off, please.”

“Are you sure about that?” Luther wondered, nudging Fayt’s legs apart with his own as he pushed Fayt against the wall of the bathroom. So far, it seemed that Fayt was easily aroused at the fact that they could be discovered screwing in the bathroom like the time with Sophia.

Fayt could also tolerate a lot of the experiments Luther had conducted on him.

How interesting.

-10-

“You’re addicted to him,” Albel concluded, lashing his sword against Fayt’s in the campus grounds once more.

Fayt grunted as he pulled himself back, getting into a defensive position. “Yeah, I guess.”

Albel frowned darkly. “So I suppose all that time you were studying, you two were screwing each other like bunnies.”

“I thought you knew that a long time ago,” Fayt blinked at him.

Albel scowled, and pointed his sword at him. “Whatever. The point is, my advice still stands. If somebody gets in your way, then just kill...” He smiled a smile that sent chills down Fayt’s spine.

Maybe if he was left with no choice, he would resort to that. Maybe if he could just push Luther away, he wouldn’t have to do that. But then he thought of his friends who were probably in danger because of Luther, and then…

He turned around, gazing at the beautiful sky. “I’m really not sure why I’m putting up with him. Outside of the stuff we do, he really is a genius, someone who you can admire and look up to.” He felt a coarse hand on his shoulder, sharp nails digging into his flesh. He was so used to pain that he didn’t wince.

“How idealistic,” Albel purred. “If you continue to think that way, the next thing that bastard will do to you is use his whole fist to fuck you.”

This time Fayt winced. He glanced at Albel, and realized that in a strange way, Albel was worried about him, just like his other friends were.

-5-

Luther was intrigued by the new toy that Fayt had gotten for them. He crossed his arms as his lover set up the equipment in their bedroom. He glanced at Fayt, who gave him a reluctant smile. “And how does this work?”

Fayt laughed nervously. “It’s like a child’s swing, except… it’s for adults, and there are other modifications on it that gives the person a better angle to…”

Luther smirked. “I see…”

“I’ll show you how it works,” Fayt smiled, patting the seat of the black swing. Unlike the real swings of the children, there were other leather straps that were probably designed to keep the person sitting on the swing to be steady.

Luther was suspicious about it, but he went and sat on the swing anyway.

-24-

Fayt realized that this part where he would have to make Luther really trust him in order for things to move along was hard and tricky. He doubted that somebody as paranoid as Luther would ever take a real chance of getting hurt with anybody.

“Okay,” he said softly. “Put this in your mouth.” He showed Luther a ballgag, and received a scoff and a roll of eyes from his lover.

“Do you think I’m really going to let you do that to me?” Luther inquired with a laugh.

“It’s all for fun,” Fayt shrugged. “You know, like role-playing?”

The only difference this time was their positions.

Luther rolled his eyes again, and threw the ball to the ground. “No.”

Fayt sighed and leaned closer to Luther. “Aren’t you tired of being top?”

Luther just smiled and shook his head. “No, I never was. If you think that’s going to change now…” He chuckled.

“Not a chance of that happening, huh?” Fayt inquired, sitting on the floor. He let his chin rest on his palms as he gazed at Luther.

The blond stared down at him, and Fayt sighed.

-15-

He had no idea where Fayt had gotten the notion that he could do that to him. It was simply ridiculous. He tried to push those panicky thoughts into the darker recesses of his mind, and focused on the task of pulling the anal beads he had bought recently out of Fayt’s body.

Fayt just kept groaning, and his ass was red all over.

“Pleasure and pain,” Luther murmured, taking the last bead out. “Soon, they’ll become one.”

Fayt tried to sit up on the bed, and he stared at Luther with lust-filled eyes.

Without warning, he pounced.

-18-

Something was different about this experience. Fayt was the one kissing him; Fayt was the one touching him all over. He wouldn’t have allowed too much of it, but he was in too much pleasure to think coherently.

Even after he came, Fayt was still kissing the breath out of him, rubbing his member against Luther’s limp one. Soon, Luther was aroused again, and the two battled for domination as they kept rolling all over the bed.

They both fell to the ground, with Fayt landing on top of him. He grinded his hips against Luther’s, making Luther groan in need. Fayt wrapped his fingers around Luther’s member, and pumped him in a fast pace.

Luther came again, and he tried to rise, only to be pushed down to the floor.

Fayt smiled like a Cheshire cat, green eyes sharp and glittering brightly.

Luther had never seen that look on Fayt’s face before, but it did remind him of something that he couldn’t quite place. He watched as Fayt grabbed something from under the bed, and he…

…didn’t have enough time to react as the sharp knife stabbed his heart.

-epilogue-

Albel was walking in the halls of the Sphere University again, looking for Fayt as usual. He spotted the blue-haired man by the door of his dorm, and strode over to him. He suddenly stopped as he sensed something was terribly wrong.

Fayt took down the sign, and turned around.

Albel tried to keep his expression neutral at the sight of blood splattered all over Fayt’s chest. There was even some blood on his cheek, trailing down to his chin.

“I didn’t know you’d actually do it,” Albel smirked at him. “Impressive.”

Fayt just shook his head, his emerald eyes widening. If Albel were to compare Fayt to Luther, the two had the same wild look in their eyes, but Albel digressed. He took a step closer to Fayt cautiously, and waited for the man’s reaction.

Fayt stared at him with those same eyes, and collapsed against the door. He slid down to the ground, and buried his face in his hands, murmuring something under his breath.

Albel knew right then that Fayt was probably just as crazy and insane as Luther was when he was still alive.

-End-

A/n: Yah, I bet a lot of you reading this are wondering “What kind of crack was she on when she wrote this?!”

XD and then I’d probably tell you-- stress, depression, suffering from disillusionment, and all of that bad stuff. I use writing and my other hobbies to relieve them.