Notes: For a long while, I have dreamt of Albert on Yuber action, so I wrote one. I know this sucks and they�re really OOC, but you have been forewarned, so don�t complain. Also this has no plot, but it takes place early in the game. I�m also not making Yuber a complete asshole and sadist. That was purposeful. Also, P-chan, if you�re reading this, I have one word: TROUSERS. I have no shame. I know it sucks, don�t hate.

It was late. I don�t even know how I managed to stumble upon them when I did, nor why I stayed to watch. I was tired, and I could not bring myself to tear my eyes away. The whole thing was just so disturbingly compelling and beautiful, especially since I had never considered the fact that the two might be involved outside of our mission.

My attention was attracted when I heard whispered voices coming from the room they shared at the inn. I was surprised, since I had thought they had already gone to bed. I nudged the door open but a mite and peered in through the crack, only to discover that Yuber�s arms were wound tightly around Albert�s waist, and that the demon was attacking the strategist�s mouth with a fervour that he usually possessed only in battle. I had half a mind to leave then, but my feet were not obliged to acquiesce to my wishes. I remained rooted to the spot, an unwanted spectator to an act that should remain behind closed doors.

"Yuber�" Albert murmured.

"Mmm?" prompted the demon, raising his head from where it had been buried in Albert�s neck.

"Let me fuck you."

A playfully evil smile pulled at the corners of Yuber�s mouth. "Only if you suck first, little one."

The two locked eyes and didn�t move, and I stared, breathless, wondering if Albert would do as Yuber asked. The redhead was still staring coolly into the demon�s eyes, almost challenging, something no enemy would dare do when facing him in battle. I did not have to wait long, however, as Albert soon dropped to his knees and started fumbling with the buttons on Yuber�s pants.

"A bit over-excited, are we, Silverberg?" the demon quipped as Albert�s hands slipped from the buttons, prompting him to curse.

"Forgive me," the redhead growled. "I can�t contain my desire as well as you can, clearly. Ah, there we go."

The strategist pulled the black pants down past Yuber�s hips, freeing the demon�s weeping erection. He placed a kiss on its tip, drawing a sigh from between the demon�s half-parted lips, before swiftly engulfing it with his mouth. Yuber hissed and curled his fists in Albert�s hair, throwing his head back in bliss, unbound blond locks shimmering like the morning sun on his shoulders.

"A warning would have done nicely," he stated, voice surprisingly steady.

My face was flushed as I watched Yuber fuck Albert�s mouth, head thrown back, eyes half open, lips half closed, the red heat of passion staining his usually pale skin. Every so often, Albert would groan deep in his throat, causing Yuber to sigh or moan in response � something I had thought I would never hear, though I could not blame him. Were I being consumed by such warmth and wetness, I would be in worse shape.

"Swallow, Silverberg," Yuber ordered.

I saw Albert�s throat work, and I knew he must have complied, for Yuber�s body convulsed in his arms. I could see the muscles in his neck pulled taut, hear each gasping breath he drew, smell the heady, musky scent of his sex; I wanted to reach out and touch him, taste him, fuck him, make him mine. I wanted to be part of what he and Albert had. Instead, I was stuck just outside the door, watching, and needing my own release.

When Yuber came, he came hard with a soft cry, hands still wound tightly in Albert�s hair. The redhead let the demon�s limp member slip from his mouth and turned his head to place a trail of kisses on the blond�s trembling thigh.

"Not so in control of yourself when your cock is in my mouth, are you?" Albert murmured, pulling Yuber down next to him. "I can understand, though. I am, after all, the greatest lover one could ever have."

"Shut up," Yuber growled.

He pulled the strategist in for a kiss that was all tongue and raw need. I noted that the demon had regained his vigour after a mere few minutes. His stamina was impressive.

"Can you taste yourself?" Albert whispered when they pulled apart. "On my lips?"

"Yes," Yuber answered, resting his forehead against that of his lover.

"And what do you taste like?" Albert pressed on.

"Mmm� power," Yuber murmured finally. "Something bitter. Something sweet. Lust. You."

"Me?" the strategist repeated. "How can you taste like me?"

"That orgasm wasn�t for nothing," Yuber whispered teasingly, leaning in to kiss Albert�s throat. "It was a result of your stimulation. And you�re wearing far too many articles of clothing for my liking."

"How many articles must I remove to satisfy you?"

"All of it," Yuber growled, nibbling on an earlobe. "I want you as naked as you were the day you slipped from your mother�s womb. I won�t be satisfied until I can touch you without restrictions."

Yuber made quick work of Albert�s clothes. Within moments, the coat, scarf and shirt were discarded. I reached in through the crack of the door, picked up the scarf, pressed it to my nose, and inhaled deeply. Sometimes, early on in our journey, I would pay extra close attention to the air I breathed whenever Albert passed, for the aroma he left in his wake was too sweet to ignore. Honey and wildflowers � that was how the scarf smelled.

I looked back up at my two companions. Yuber dipped his head and caressed one milk-white shoulder with his mouth. A trickle of blood trailed down Albert�s chest just a moment later, and he made a noise as if to reprimand the demon.

"If you keep doing that, people will think I�ve been in a fight," he murmured.

"That�s why I do it where no one will see," Yuber countered, kissing the base of Albert�s neck. "They�ll never have to know."

His hand trailed down to the fine reddish hair that disappeared into the waistline of Albert�s pants and hesitated there, awaiting approval. The tactician nodded his assent, and Yuber clumsily began to undo the ties of his trousers. The redhead lifted his hips to assist in the removal of his garments, whimpering when the cold air met his arousal.

Seeing my confrere so unashamedly naked, I had to bite my lip to withhold a gasp. He was nothing short of beautiful � muscles toned, but not entirely prominent, under smooth, creamy skin, flat abdomen, long legs, and oh God, that cock, lying awake amongst coarse red curls, aching for Yuber�s touch, Yuber�s body. I envied the demon then.

He hefted Albert in his arms and carried him the two feet to the bed, where he deposited him with little ceremony, trying to kick off his own pants all the while. Met with success, he crawled atop the smaller man, grinding his hips against his lover�s, drawing forth an ardent moan, as he leaned down to kiss him. I bit my lip as Albert cried out, voice weak with need.

"Did you bring the oil?" he asked.

"You don�t need it," Yuber growled. "I want you inside me now."

"Did you bring it?" Albert persisted.

The demon rolled his eyes and reached across to the other side of the bed. He produced a small bottle, which he handed to Albert, and settled himself down on the covers as his lover sat up. The tactician uncorked the bottle and poured a bit of the liquid into one palm. With the other hand, he took his stiff member and began to anoint himself with slow, sure strokes, gritting his teeth to stifle a groan. The effect on me was enormous. I had never seen anything so arousing in my life, and wondered how Yuber could withstand fucking him into the mattress when he was lying only a few inches away.

"I could watch you do that all night," Yuber purred, gazing lazily at the redhead. "Such deft hands. I wish you�d stroke me like that� You look like you�re about to die."

"I probably will if you don�t let me take you," Albert said.

"You were the one who insisted on the oil. I told you I didn�t need it."

"I don�t want to hurt you�"

"Come here," Yuber said, laughing ironically as he pulled his red-haired lover on top of him. "You�ve always been underneath, haven�t you? Don�t worry about causing me pain, because it will feel good if it hurts, if I bleed. Just fuck me as hard and deep as you can, and it will be perfect. Understand?"

Albert nodded and positioned himself between the blond�s legs. I watched with bated breath as he disappeared, very slowly, inside Yuber�s body. The demon arched his back the tiniest bit, purring with satisfaction, while Albert cried out once fully sheathed within his partner. His torso was already slicked with sweat. A droplet shivered on the end of one red tress as he gasped for air.

"You�re� so tight�" he said weakly, positioning his hands on either side of the demon. "So fucking tight� and hot�"

"Do you want to stop?" Yuber asked, a warning note in his voice.

With one shake of his head, Albert quickly pulled out and slammed back in, strangled groan mingling with Yuber�s contented murmurs, soon dissolving into heavy breaths when he started to concentrate on what he was doing. Yuber folded his legs around his lover�s body, drawing him deeper with each plunge, moaning, hips bucking, when Albert�s hand curled hard around his cock, stroking rapidly to match each thrust.

Face hot, I watched them, two bodies straining against each other, and working with each other, to obtain that perfect ecstasy. They both looked so beautiful - Yuber lying under Albert, with his long sun-dappled hair fanned out like a halo, hands gripping the sheets at his sides, face twisted with the sweetest agony, and Albert, plunging into Yuber with such ferocity that it seemed his life depended on it, sweat-dampened red hair flopping against his forehead with each move his body made.

Yuber came first, spilling hot fluid onto Albert�s stomach with a sigh. The latter followed soon after, stifling a scream by gritting his teeth, and remained still for a few moments, arms trembling under the strain of holding himself up, as he regained some semblance of calm.

"That was lovely," Yuber yawned, drawing his sated lover into the circle of his arms. "But I�m on top next time. And I get to use the knife."

Albert nodded and murmured something unintelligible, slipping too quickly into sleep to truly understand what Yuber was saying. The demon sighed deeply and pulled the younger man closer, nuzzling his thick red hair. The two were still for a few moments; I thought it best to leave, but before I could even move, Yuber turned his head in my direction and said:

"Oh, and Luc? Close the door behind you when you go, if you would."