Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: Young Adult (PG-13/R)
Summary: It is quite feasible to find love in the midst of a universal war.
Disclaimer: I could never create a game with such wonderful characters (whispers: except Sophia—damn, why'd her name have to sound so similar to mine).
Author Note: Is there such a rating as "young adult"? (shrugs) Whatever. This ficlet, in all its glory, was written for one person. My heart, my soul, and my angel—her wings keep me safe… Okay, maybe that's too mushy XD My smut queen, here on this very .net—Lennith! I DID IT ALL FOR YOU, BABEH! (high and drunk on life) Apparently I'm the queen of drabbles that turn out "so cute and sweet", so… here you go! Hopefully, it's not any of those things!

The wild crimson eyes flew open and his claw tightened around the tattooed neck he'd taken a hold of. His sight quickly adjusted to the darkness and he scoffed, releasing the other man. "When did you get back?" Albel sighed, closing his eyes once again.

"This morning," a smooth voice replied. "But we had to take care of some business upon arrival."

"Oh." The Elicoorian rolled onto his side, exposing his bare thigh to the intruder kneeling over him.

"Did you miss me?" the voice asked again.

The young man scowled and grabbed the hand traveling up his leg. "Not really. I actually returned to my roots and tortured someone, just for meaningless information."

"Albel, why—"

"I didn't do anything, you idiot." Albel pulled the blonde down until their faces were mere centimeters apart. "And if I was going to torture someone, it would be you."

Cliff's deep blue eyes sparkled as he grinned. He closed the space between them, covering Albel's mouth firmly with his own. He pried the claw off of his wrist and continued sliding his hand up along the bare, slender thigh. Albel grunted into the hungry kiss as his hips were raised from the bed and he pressed his body closer to the firm one above him. "You did miss me," the Klausian growled, pushing aside the piece of cloth the brunet wore around his waist.

Both men gasped as the door flew open and broke apart, the younger of the two panting.

Fayt removed his glasses with a sigh, scratching the back of his neck. "This would have been your room alone, but I wasn't able to get an extra room, so the girls are making me stay here. I still don't see why I couldn't sleep in the lobby," the boy mumbled as he closed the door. "I just need about five hours of sleep," he told the men. "Allow me that, please."

Cliff grinned and rose from the bed. Albel scowled and rolled onto his left side, his back to the Earthling. He shut out everything except his own steadying breaths and closed his eyes. They all knew he would be leaving tomorrow to join them at a later date—Fayt could be a killjoy at times. Albel cursed him under his breath and yanked the pillow from under his head to cover his face.

Once again, someone touching him drew him from his sweet slumber; they were yanking on his ponytails. The brunet growled and turned to give Cliff a piece of his mind, but the older man's hand clamped down over his mouth.

"I got us a room," the blonde whispered against his lover's ear. "Someone just left." He figured the other didn't need to know he had camped out downstairs next to the desk waiting for a spot to open up. Cliff didn't want to be separated from the feisty Elicoorian without the proper goodbye.

Albel's crimson orbs lit up and Cliff felt the smirk under his palm. He hoisted the smaller frame over his shoulder with his hand still covering Albel's mouth because he knew he much the other hated being carried, and departed from the room with his prize. He'd have to steer clear of the other's treasured claw also.

Fayt opened his eyes as soon as the door closed and shook his head. The old adage "opposites attract" had never been truer in this case. He pulled the sheet over his head and began counting sheep. Why? Because sleep wouldn't come easy now that he knew those two were somewhere else in the inn copulating.