Confessions

Author: Right. I LOVE Gankutsuou, and Count/Albert is a cannon pairing, i swear. But, alas, these characters do not belong to me. Or else I\'d keep them as pleasure slaves. Enjoy. And please, please, please review.


Albert gaped at the emptiness around him, entranced by the firey cycle of birth and death among the stars, but also by the man sitting languidly next to him, looking out the window as well. The Count\'s profile was brutally sharp, but hauntigly handsome. He wondered at the hue of the Count\'s skin, but took it as simply the way he was, as he did about the Count\'s differnt colored eyes. He was surrounded in thick mystery that was so tantilizing it griped Albert in a clutch that was unbreakable. He looked out the window, and shivered, still a little chilled by the rain.
He heard the Count stand and felt the Count remove his jacket, making him start.
\"You\'re still wet. I\'d feel like a bad host if I didn\'t take care of you. I\'ll get you more...comfortable garments.\" The Count gently pulled Albert away from the window, leading him into more chambers of the spaceship. Albert was content to look around, soaking up everything that was the Count. They stopped in front of a dresser, and the Count opened one of the drawers and pulled out a luxurious robe, making Albert struggle not to gasp. He had seen many fine things in his life, even more when the Count entered it, but he was still amazed at these seemingly casual gestures of wealth. The Count handed it to him, and Albert stroked the thick, soft fabric before blushing.
\"Is there another room for me to change in?\"
The Count gave a small, knowing smile and gestured towards a door that Albert hadn\'t noticed before. The Count watched him until he closed the door, then smiled. So naieve! He took out a robe for himself, and shook his head slightly. This was perfect. He was bringing about the ruin of those who betrayed him, and even more, one of his greatest enemy\'s son was in love with him. He walked over to the door, and silently opened it, and slipped into the room. Albert\'s back was to him and he had not yet finished peeling his still vaugely damp clothing off him. The Count walked over silently and placed the robe gently on his shoulders before picking up each of Albert\'s arms and guiding them into the sleeves. He felt the goosebumps on Albert\'s arms as he was doing so, and abrief smirk touched his lips.
\"It gets cold quickly in space, even with the heating system we have in here.\"
Albert quiclky pulled the strings and tie around his chest, securing them there just to give himself something to do so that he wouldn\'t focus on how the Count spoke in such a sensual purr that it made him shiver. He turned when he was finished fussing with the ties and smiled at the Count.
\"This is wonderful!\"
The Count gave a small, enigmatic half-smile back and led Albert back into the main chamber, deliberatly ignoring Albert\'s slight blush at seeing him clothed in a similar robe. The two sat down on couches, and comfortable silence fell. The Count retrieved wine from somewhere and poured himself and Albert a glass, who accepted with murmured thanks. The Count sat down again, and leaned back,closing his eyes. He knew that Albet\'s attention was on him more than on his surroundings, no matter how breathtaking they were.
\"Count...\"
\"Yes?\"
\"Have you ever been in love?\"
\"Yes...once, a long time ago.\"
\"Really?!\"
The Count gave a wry smile, the memory that Albert\'s questions provoked bitter.
\"What was it like?\"
\"Why do you want to know?\"
\"J-ju-just...errr...curious(?).\"
The Count chuckled slightly. \"There\'s no real way to describe it. You will know when you feel it. But why ask this now? Is there someone back on Earth that you love?\"
A brief picture of Euginene popped up in Albert\'s mind, but when he looked at it moreclosely, he found he felt nothing romantic...if anything, just a kind of brotherly affection. A picture of Franz popped up next but was quickly dismissed. There was nothing between them, and if there ever had been, it was most definitly gone now.
\"No...not really.\"
\"I see.\"
A hesitation fell between them, the Count waiting as Albert thought.
\"Count, I want to trust you completly. I want to be the kind of friend that you can trust no matter what. Is there a way...? Count...I...\"
The Count gave a small smile. \"Do you really think of me that highly?\"
\"Well, yes! You\'ve helped me countless times. I want to try and be able to help you too.\"
\"I\'m flattered. But passion can die quickly. How you feel today you might not feel tomorrow.\"
\"That won\'t happen with me. I...you...\"
Albert had jumped to his feet at somepoint in the conversation; he hadn\'t noticed at all. The Count stood and walked over to him, Albert envious of the grace he showed in doing something even so simple as walking.
\"What about me, Albert?\"
Albert was unable to look at him directly not when he believed that looking at him might make him tell him what he felt...
\"Albert...\"
He felt cool, long, slightly sharp nails slide beneath his chin and tilt his head up, sothat he was looking directly into the Count\'s eyes.
He was close, too close. Albert\'s heart began to race, and he blushed rather strongly. The Count\'s eyes were soft, yet piercing, as if he could see into his very soul.
\"C-Count...\"
\"Well?\"
\"I...\"
He knew it would be a clumsy, inadequate, taboo gesture, but since he had always been abyssmal with words...
Albert reached up and pulled the Count into a kiss.
The Count was not surprised, and this only confirmed what he had thought. This would provide some amusment...and added leverage against the Count de Morcef. He responded to the kiss and pulled Albert close to him, making shivers run up and down Albert\'s spine. Albert had been kissed before but it had never felt so...electric. The Count\'s lips were cold, and the arms that encircled him were strong. He broke the kiss, reluctantly, and leaned against the Count\'s chest. The Count was highly amused, and so let one hand draw gently up Albert\'s back, making him sigh. The Count kissed Albert again, and let his hands trail down the open part of Albert\'s loaned robe, making him moan against the Count\'s lips. This was far, far, too easy...and far, far, too much fun. It would be a good outlet for the sexual frustration built up from decades as well. The Count trailed kisses down Albert\'s jaw and stopped on his neck, and felt Albert\'s pulse racing. The Count drew away slowly, and caught Albert\'s chin in his fingers, forcing him to look at him, and was pleased by what he saw. It took such little provocation to achieve a glazed look in Albert\'s eyes, to make him fall head over heels in desire.
This was going to be so much fun.
The Count delicatly undid the knot holding the robe around Albert\'s waist, and made Albert gasp, and the look in his eyes gained a frightened depth.
\"You said you wanted to trust me like no one else,\"the Count purred.
\"Y-Yes...\"Albert stutterd, voice hoarse.
\"Then trust me to know what I\'m doing now.\"
Albert looked at the Count, and became entranced again by the mystery surrounding the Count, intoxicated by his scent, the feel of his arms around him, his mesmerizing eyes, and didn\'t mind how cold the Count felt. Albert felt the robe slide off his shoulders to pool around his feet, and Albert found himself on the floor soon afterwards, wrists pinned on the carpet. The Count hovered over him, and left a ghost of a kiss on Albert\'s lips, making Albert pant and want more contact,which the Count denied him. Cold lips, sharp nails, and gentle hands caressed and provoked Albert, making him squirm.
\"Count...\" he moaned, straining to retain what little concious thought he had, and was quickly losing. He gasped when he felt the Count slide his pants slowly down his legs, trailing with his tounge on the inside of Albert\'s thigh before flicking the pants off deftly. Albert knew he should be doing something-anything!-but couldn\'t find the will or the semblance of knowledge as to what to do. He was as ignorant in this as he was about everything else. He felt sharp fingernails brush up his sides, making him gasp and crave more of the touch. The Count\'s hands pinned Albert down to the floor, roughly holding his upperarms. Albert looked up at the Count through a haze of lust, before his arms were released,and the Count braced himself on either side of Albert\'s head. Albert reached up and tangled his hands in the Count\'s thick mane of hair, and pulled the Count down into a kiss. He felt the texture of the robe the Count was still wearing and wanted to feel skin on skin, and so broke the kiss and let his hands trail down the sides of the Count\'s neck, and slid them down the Count\'s chest parting the fabric of the robe. He delighted in the difference between cold skin and warm robe, and clumsily untied the Count\'s robe, letting the sides fall down around the two of them, hiding most of Albert\'s scantily clad form. The Count allowed Albert\'s hands to wander, tracing the countours of his body with inept hands. The Count found he did not mind the touch of another and let himself enjoy sensations that he hadn\'t felt in a long time. The Count leaned down and what began as a gentle, melting kiss turned fierce and demanding, provoking a rise out of Albert who shuddered. The Count pulled away only to be pulled back down by albert who kissed him with a frantic need. One of the Count\'s hands drifted down along Albert\'s side, making him yelp as the Count caressed a ticklish spot. One sharp nail \"accidentaly\" caught on Albert\'s boxers and when the Count continued to caress down Albert\'s leg, the boxers came with it. When Albert felt his most private parts exposed, he began to panic, but was immediatly assuaged by what the Count had said before. He could trust the Count. If noone else, he could trust the Count. He gave a strangled noise somewhere between a wimper, a gasp, and a moan when the Count\'s cold hand lightly brushed against his shaft.
\"You are mine,\" the Count crooned to the powerless boy beneath him. \"Mind and body, you belong to me.\" The Count kneeled over the prone Albert and stripped until he too was naked. If Albert hadn\'t been convinced that the Count was sexy before with clothes on, he looked even better without them. His body was toned, and his eyes seemed to catch what light there was and reflect it. The Count leaned back over Albert and kissed him lightly, barely brushing their lips together and he let his hands wander slowly, provoking Albert with every touch.
\"Count...\" Albert pleaded.
The Count\'s eyes became soft and violating, and he pushed Albert\'s legs out of the way, leaving Albert feeling more vulnerable, yet more protected, than he had ever before. When he felt the Count enter him, he gave a soft groan and winced. It hurt...yet he couldn\'t think of anything he had felt pervously that was more pleasurable. As the Count thrusted in and out, Albert clenched his hands in the Count\'s thick hair and rocked back and forth with the motion. After only a few moments of the unbearable combination of emotions he was feeling he uttered a soft moan,
\"count...\"
which quickly changed into a breathless word,
\"Count...\"
which turned into a scream as he came.
\"COUNT!\"
He was breathing hard as he came down from the orgasm, sweat plastering his light brown hair to his head. The Count didn\'t need release. The corruption of this innocent was enough pleasure. He withdrew and Albert gave a sigh and murmured \"count...\" again, softly.
The Count caressed the side of Albert\'s face as the boy fell into sleep, exhausted from feelings previously unknown. The Count stood and wrapped Albert up in one discarded robe, taking him over to one of the plush couches and leaving him there to go and pick up the other robe. He decided to take a shower, and casting one last glance at his newest possesion, left the room an evil smirk on his lips.