He woke up to the feeling of someone being in the room - or rather, to a silent sound that revealed someone's presence to him, better than just sensing someone being in the room. He frowned mentally when he realized what the silent sound was - it came from a razor-sharp blade that cut through the fabric of his shirt.

The sword sliced the shirt open, cutting skillfully by his shoulders and rendering the garment useless. This annoyed him, but he didn't let it show; after all, there were not too many feelings that would have been reflected on the face of Albert Silverberg.

A hand reached to him in the darkness and removed the shirt; then it left him, snatching away the sheets covering him. They were discarded to the floor like something totally unimportant, and then the blade returned, pressing against the young strategist's bare skin.

He didn't move, only breathed calmly, staring in front of him in the darkness. He wished to see the attacker, even though he didn't have the need to. He knew that only one person in the world would come to his room in the middle of the night and get away with it. He knew there was nothing he could have done to drive the blond swordsman away, either - the man came and went as he pleased, and never the way Albert would have preferred. His opinion didn't matter to the other.

The cold blade rested on his chest; it was then drawn over his upper body slowly. The owner of the sword was quite skilled; not once did the sharp edges of the blade cut the young strategist's skin. Albert lay still, showing no emotion. No thought was visible on his calm face; he knew the blade's owner was able to see in the dark better than he was, and he had already decided not to let the black-clad blond see anything. He was slightly curious to know where this was going.

The blade wandered on his skin, caressing him silently. Albert closed his eyes, relaxing. He considered voicing his annoyance about the destruction of his shirt, but in the end he knew that it was pointless. The blond didn't care. There had been many times when neither of them had said anything anyway, and he felt this was one of them.

The owner of the sword moved to sit on the bed, placing the edge of the blade against the younger man's inner thigh gently. Albert got the point and spread his legs obediently, feeling how the black-clad figure sat between them. The blade moved up to his side slowly, fondling him in a dangerous yet horribly arousing way. The strategist scowled a little, knowing that the other person in the room was smirking evilly even though he couldn't see it. He could practically feel the blond's strange, mismatched eyes studying his naked body and shook his head slightly, sighing. Whatever this game was, the other man was making the rules.

There was a quiet, ominous sound, and the blade was then joined by another that was identical and equally sharp. Albert opened his eyes, feeling as the swords were placed on his shoulders, then drawn down slowly across his chest. He stared at the dark figure that held the swords, unable to actually see the man. He pressed himself against the bed, slightly uncomfortable but waiting. The blond wasn't likely to continue the game much longer; he had come to Albert for something and was probably going to take what he wanted soon.

The blades caressed the strategist's skin for a moment longer; one blade was moved away then while the other pressed against his chest. He gritted his teeth as the edge of the sword cut his skin just slightly, not too deep to leave a scar but deep enough to cut through a small vein and make him bleed.

Another sound, similar to the earlier one when the second sword had been drawn indicated that the swords were returned to where the black-clad man carried his blades. The blond leaned down to lick the blood off of the younger man's skin; Albert only smirked, his fingers searching for something to hold onto. He settled for the bed sheet that he was lying on, knowing what would happen next required some preparation. He knew that by being ready it would be easier for him to keep his calm and stay in control.

The swordsman moved away, and yet another silent sound told Albert that he had guessed right; the other man opened his coat and continued with his pants, removing only what was necessary for the act that would follow. Fingers covered by a black glove reached to touch the strategist's cheek gently then continued down on his body. As the hand stopped upon reaching Albert's lower body, the blond snickered quietly, then grabbed the younger man by the waist and lifted him up a little.

Albert closed his eyes and bit his lip as the black-clad man forced himself into him. He managed to keep himself from crying out even though his senses were suddenly on fire, the pain ripping him apart. The length pressed inside of him ripped him a little, making him bleed. He frowned calmly, wishing his shadowy lover would have bothered with lubricant a little more often. That wasn't the case; he had learned from the beginning that the black-clad man enjoyed pain. Not that it had mattered; the blond's touch made him feel slightly masochistic.

He wondered if he was insane for allowing this. Any normal man would have fought a long time ago, while he was still determined in staying silent. The act itself resembled rape more than anything without the proper preparations, and he found himself wondering how much pressing into him like this hurt the blond. He calculated that it had to hurt; from the other man's uncontrolled breathing he guessed he was right.

He felt the swordsman lean closer; the fingers covered by the glove brushed over his face, sneaking to caress his red hair and then pulling his head up a little for a brutal but passionate kiss. Albert answered to the kiss; he also allowed himself to wrap his legs about the blond and grabbed him by the black coat, pulling it partly off of the slender shoulders.

To annoy his lover a little, Albert moved his right hand upwards, following the blond hair until he found the black hat the swordsman was wearing. Grinning in his mind, he snatched the hat off and buried his fingers into the long hair. The other pretended not to care but did turn the kiss more violent, to remind the strategist whose game this was again.

The black-clad swordsman controlled himself almost as perfectly as his redheaded lover; his thrusts were calm, yet ferocious. He broke the kiss, smirking as he watched the strategist's calm face. Albert returned the smirk, staring into the blond's eyes without fear. He then laughed, silently enough knowing that people next door might have heard him, but quite insanely at the same time. The swordsman laughed as well, continuing his movements for just a moment longer before they both released at the same time.

Albert took a deep breath, relaxing against the bed sheets. The blond took a moment as well, waiting to catch his breath before pulling out and moving off of the bed. He adjusted his clothes in silence before reaching to pick up the hat that was lying on the bed next to the young strategist.

"Until next time, Silverberg," he whispered as he raised his hand. Albert smirked tiredly, green eyes studying the swordsman's every move as a greenish light flashed on the room momentarily. He shook his head as he saw the grin on the blond's face a moment before the man teleported away.

The young strategist sighed, closing his eyes once more and deciding to allow himself a little rest before he would have to get up and wash himself.

Author's notes:

Random pr0n. Felt like writing some one night and wanted Yuber porn anyway, so... Based on a random mental image. 100% PWP! Has absolutely no plot whatsoever!

- Lady Harken (November, 2003)