A/N: Ah…some stupid kinda sappy one-shot about Albel and Fayt. Just because I can actually finish it. XD

Disclaimer: I don't own…of course I don't.

Albel liked it when Fayt dreamed about him. It wasn't just that it was a nice boost to his ego. Fayt was always so happy to see Albel in his dreams. When he woke up the next morning, Fayt would be in a good mood. And having Fayt in a good mood meant that Albel was also more likely to be in a good mood.

Fayt was a pretty heavy sleeper while Albel slept likely. Fayt sometimes woke him up during the night thrashing about in his dreams. Albel was usually annoyed…unless it was a dream about him. Preferably a wet dream. Albel wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for awhile anyway, so he just stayed up and watched as Fayt whimpered in imaginary ecstasy.

Of course, not all of Fayt's dreams about him were sexual. Fayt liked having those sappy romantic dreams that Albel found so annoying. Something about running through the meadow and leaping into Albel's arms or some such nonsense. Of course, Fayt was a sappy romantic and it just fit for him to have those kinds of dreams. Well, at least Albel could be consoled with the fact that Fayt always woke up from one of those dreams smiling and willing to snuggle into Albel's chest.

And any dream Fayt had about Albel was a welcome distraction from all of Fayt's nightmares about watching people die before his eyes, deaths he felt could have been prevented.

Albel hated it when Fayt woke him up in the middle of the night, screaming and sobbing for it to stop. Albel hated seeing Fayt in distress. He wanted to pull the pillow over his head and block out Fayt's anguished screams from his mind. But there was nothing he could do and the one thing Albel hated most of all was feeling helpless.

"Nooooo!" Fayt shrieked, flailing in their small bed and smacking Albel soundly across the back with his fists.

Albel grunted and opened one irritated eye to glare at his sleeping lover.

"You can't be dead," Fayt whispered. "It's not possible. How could this happen?"

Fayt began crying and Albel sighed wearily. He could protect Fayt from just about anything except nightmares.

"Albel…" Fayt whispered, the anguish clear in his voice.

Albel perked up. The boy was dreaming about his death? Oh, this was terrible.

"How could they have done this to you?" Fayt wailed, burying his face in his pillow and sobbing.

"I'm not dead, fool,' Albel hissed. He wanted to wake Fayt up and comfort him, but it would do no good. The boy could sleep through just about anything.

Fayt stilled. "Albel?" he asked tentatively. "But…you're dead."

"I'm not dead, fool," Albel growled. "I don't kill easily. Now, stop with all this blubbering."

Suddenly, Fayt threw himself at Albel and started sobbing again. 'God, I thought you were dead. You look terrible." Fayt ran a hand down Albel's chest and whispered. 'So much blood."

"I can handle a little blood," Albel said arrogantly.

Fayt's body went limp in relief and Albel was finally able to pry the sleeping boy off of him. Well, at least now he knew how Fayt would react to his death without having to actually die. It was comforting to know that Fayt loved him so much, although Albel didn't like to see what a pathetic mess Fayt would be without him.

Fayt whimpered again, his face screwed up as if in pain. Albel wanted to shake sense into his lover. He was not dead, damn it!

"N-ngh-no, you're hurt," Fayt whispered breathlessly. "Ah-mmmpgh."

Fayt writhed on the mattress, panting loudly.

Albel lay on his side his head propped on one hand as he watched Fayt with an amused smile. So…it was back to good dreams again. Albel wanted to wake Fayt up and make the boy's dreams a reality. But of course, Fayt was a heavy sleeper. It would wait until morning.