Just a bunch of ficlets. Mostly CliffAlbel and FaytAlbel, but may have some other ficlets too.
They must have spent hours dualing. Cliff lost count, and from the looks of it, so did Albel. Not that the latter ever bothered to try.What he did try to do, however, was slice Cliff into ribbons. He had yet to do so, but give his insane amount of speed, Cliff knew that one misstep would result in Albel getting precisely what he wanted.
Too bad it never happened. Albel swung his katana once too many times, enabling Cliff to grab his slender wrist and punch him square in his exposed belly. He could still feel Albel's warm skin on his knuckles as he watched the younger man fall to his knees.
Albel glared up at Cliff, his slender, gloved hand clutching the hilt of his katana as he struggled to breathe. He tried his damndest to get up, but failed the same way he failed at the Bequeral Mines some time ago. Only this time, he did not cry out once he managed to catch his breath. Instead, he remained kneeling as the wind picked up his wrapped braids. Without even thinking, Cliff knelt beside Albel and grabbed a fistful of his purple sleeveless shirt. He could smell battle on the other man when he ran his lips down Albel's cheek
"So, what would you rather have?" Cliff asked, knowing full well that his breath was a breeze across Albel's ear. "Sex or violence?"
He immedietly regretted asking that, because as soon as he did, he felt a steel claw right between his legs. Cliff tried to pull back, but a warning scratch froze him. Leaning forward, Albel pressed his lips against Cliff's.
"Can't I just have both instead?"