Spero Academy: Leon/Albel "Lapse of Sanity" (original) (raw)

Title: Lapse of Sanity
Fandom: spero_ooc universe
Character(s): Leon/Albel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack pairing, male/male, light bloodplay.
Summary: Leon's had a stressful day and Albel's about to make it even more stressful. But hell, Leon might as well enjoy the view, right?
Author's note: XD He'll get him one day, that he will! Cloud can't keep Leon true if Albel's thighs continue to tempt him. Based on the millions of conversations I have with la_soldier about how Albel's thighs are fantastic and how Leon likes looking at them.

Lapse of Sanity
by Spooky (machinator)

People were stressful, work was stressful, life was stressful... needless to say, Leon saw a pattern, and it was a stressful one. But the good news was that the worst was over. The only stressful thing he'd have to worry about now was whether or not to take the time to undress before falling into bed.

However, what Leon hadn't counted on was that there would be a body already occupying his bed by the time he returned to his dorm room. A body very much like Albel Nox. A body that was Albel Nox. ...A body that was very much a naked Albel Nox.

The room was dark, save for the red candles that were spread at various points about the room. The heavy collar that he usually wore was still in place, however the broken chain had been swapped out for a newer one, for it was much longer now and slid along the length of Albel's body to wrap around one toned thigh.

And despite the wickedly sensual atmosphere, the thoughts that ran through Leon's mind were not of infidelities or of the sinfully delectable male writhing in his bed.

No. Leon's mind had drifted to the dripping red candles, and how they were not sitting on a coaster of some sort to catch the melting wax. And it irritated him to know that he'd end up cleaning it on his own later. He sighed and closed his eyes, actually trying to wish Albel out of his bed so that he could get some sleep.

Of course, someone really should have warned Leon not to close his eyes around a psychopath like Albel Nox. And actually, he really should have known better without anyone having to tell him. Later on, he'd blame himself for his lapse of sanity.

It was like time stopped, and in that moment where clocks stand still and the flames of the candles ceased to dance in the darkness, Leon found himself shirtless and pressed firmly against the door.

A sinful tongue slid across sinful lips, and then the spell was broken, and the master allowed the seconds to flow onward once more. And as Leon came to realize what had transpired, he cursed and shoved, feeling a hard spike of irritation when Albel's smirk could only grow.

"Have a nice day?" Came the dark rasp, and Leon wouldn't be fooled. Albel didn't care for talking. This was merely part of the game. And Leon wasn't in the mood for playing.

"No. Could you leave? I'm tired."

Albel didn't look the least bit troubled that his advances were being put off. In fact, if the way the flames lept behind his eyes were any indication, Leon would have to say that Albel quite enjoyed a conflict.

The giant palm of Albel's gauntlet pressed against Leon's chest, chilling him as the cold metal touched his hot skin. With another devious smirk, Albel allowed the long metal claws to pierce into the soft flesh. It gave in like a hot knife through butter, and Leon was good not to show any pain in his face, despite the sensation of being sent under a surgeon's scalpel without being drugged up first.

One strong hand grasped the jagged wrist of Albel's clawed gauntlet, though he couldn't seem to budge the thing too easily. Albel's devious grin only grew moreso and he finally allowed Leon to pull his hand away.

Leon breathed in deeply through his nostrils, irritated with the way Albel's eyes clouded at the sight of blood. In the place of Albel's claw were five perfect punctures, each just deep enough to cause the blood to pool and hang in the skin before it overflowed and slipped downwards.

Again, time seemed to slow at Albel's leisure, and Leon felt like he was watching from outside his own body. The smaller man leaned forward, that sinfully delicious tongue sliding out to drag along one river of blood from bottom to top. When it reached the wound where the blood trickled from, he began placing tender kisses, sucking away at the blood between pouty lips.

This time, time did not resume pace when Albel leaned back, rather, it seemed to slow even more, providing ample time for Leon to admire the way his blood stained those pink lips a deep red, or the way it eagerly clung to those lips no matter how many times that sinful tongue ran across them. There was a warped sense of pride, in the back of his mind, and he wasn't quite sure where it came from.

Albel was talking now, but time was moving at such a pace that sounds were nothing above that deep thrumming between his ears. And when those red-stained lips were pressed to his, he didn't so much feel it as he did taste it, and he was amused to find that Albel tasted like whiskey and copper.

And the only thing Leon could think about was how copper and whiskey was a terrible combination, even as he lapped every last trace of it from Albel Nox's sinfully wicked mouth.

It was really a shame that he had to kick Albel out after the kiss was over. And the man apparently didn't take too well to being thrown into the hallway butt-naked.

But Leon had all those damn candles to clean up.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Albel Nox from Star Ocean 3 and Julie doesn't own Leon from Kingdom Hearts I/II.