The room was pitch black when I opened my eyes. It wasn't that unusual by itself, except usually you can see at least some light coming from the street lights outside. If it's so dark that you can't even see your own hand when holding it close to your face then it's unusual. In the few cases that I had experienced such darkness before, he had always been here. He has had strange ideas before, and it seems darkness appeals to him.

I didn't need to waste time wondering whether he was there or not, since I found myself naked. Since I rarely sleep like that, the answer was obvious. It had been a couple of weeks since his last visit, so I didn't mind. Our nightly encounters exist for one thing only.

I lay still for a moment, silently pondering what he was up to. Usually when he enters my room like this, I wake up to the feeling of being touched, but this time there was nothing. It made me wonder what he was planning, but it could be that he hadn't decided what to do to me yet.

Finally I sat up, trying to look around in the darkness. I couldn't feel his touch, but all things be damned, I wouldn't be a Silverberg if I hadn't sensed that he was there. I turned to the side, still unable to see anything. I leaned over to the side of the bed I don't use and reached to touch him. I had guessed right; he lay there, silent and immobile. All of a sudden the darkness faded into the night, and while the room still stayed dark, some light crept in from the outside. I had to blink a couple of times to get my eyes adjusted to the shadows; as soon as they did, I could see him grinning calmly.

"I don't much like that trick of yours," I stated calmly, lying back down.

"Hmm. Don't you now, my little Earth Star?" He asked with a slightly wicked tone. I never much understood that nickname. Sure, I was born under the Chief Star of Earth, the same as my grandfather. Thing just is, at least my blond lover does know what my name is. Unlike me. I don't know his name, and he distracts me from the subject if I ever try to ask.

"I just said I don't," I answered. "Such darkness is unnatural, unless I was in a cave hidden away from the sun. In this city, there's always some kind of light to be seen. It's not too hard to figure out that it's some kind of a magic trick, or an illusion. Get to the point. What do you want?"

"Actually... I haven't decided yet. Perhaps I just want to sleep?"

He has never showed interest in staying beside me after we have made love, so I wasn't going to take that for an answer. He doesn't sleep when he's with me. He takes what he wants and then leaves. Even including the one time when I remember him staying until the morning, he was sitting next to me when I woke up. I guess he had been there all night, watching me sleep.

"I don't think you're here for that." I didn't feel like arguing more, however, so I just changed my position in the bed, moving to lie beside him. I rested my head against his shoulder, caressing him with one hand. I still couldn't see too well, but seeing isn't necessary when your other senses can make up for that. I discovered in moments that he was naked as well, which pleased me greatly. I like his body; it's quite magnificent. Slender, perfect muscles... I know how strong he really is, but you can't see it from him. Sometimes it makes me wonder what he exactly is.

"Then tell me, little Earth Star; what am I here for?"

I laughed softly, tracing his side with my fingers. "What do you ever come here for? I'll give you a hint. It involves this bed, and it's not sleeping."

"Smart," he answered, chuckling as well. "Runs in the family I guess. Hmm. Well then..."

I turned to face him, lying very close to him. I could feel his naked body next to mine. He was warm, but I haven't still figured what it is with him; something in that warmth just is not natural. My calculated guess is that it has something to do with what he is, whatever that is.

He proceeded to push me to my side of the bed and to have me on my back, but I stopped him by catching him by the upper arms and pushing him back down. He didn't give up that easily and tried to free himself, but I climbed on top of him and held him down with my own body. He gave up for a moment and stared at me with his strange, mismatched eyes. I couldn't see them in the darkness, but I have seen them in light. They are strange eyes for any kind of a being. One is blue and the other a shade of red and orange. A demon's eyes, perhaps?

"Now what are you up to?" He asked, laughing, watching me with a feline grin on his face.

I sighed, letting go a little but staying where I was. I raised my right hand and touched him, running my fingertips over his beautiful face and through his fine hair. I smirked evilly as I reached the braid that kept his hair in order and proceeded to undo it. I knew from previous experience that it annoys him, but he will allow it for me. Meanwhile, I like him with his hair open.

"I haven't decided yet," I answered, with some mischief in my voice.

"Now now, my little Earth Star. Getting ideas?"

The calm smirk would have to do for a good enough answer for him, because I actually hadn't decided. That's somewhat rare for me since I never get into anything without knowing what I'm about to do. Or was it, really? Without thinking about it, I knew what I was doing. I was about to try finding out something that had bothered me for a while.

He watched me, cool and unreadable as always. He made an attempt to get me off of him, but I saw it coming and grabbed him by his shoulders, managing to hold him down.

"Ideas?" I whispered, the same calm smirk on my face. "I rather say, answers. I have a few questions and I want you to answer them... I could start with 'who the hell are you' but I know better than to ask that."

"Very clever. Albert," he answered, teasing me. "Good then, because you're right; I won't answer that. It's not the time for you to know that yet... But you have my attention. What else could you want to know? Where I was born? Or maybe the name of my weapon?"

I shook my head, smiling calmly now. "I have the feeling you're not telling me such details, either. I'm after something else tonight... So answer me. You call me yours. What gives you such right?"

"Heh..." My question amused him, apparently. "Simple answer? Because you are mine, my little Earth Star. That easy. You belong to me, Albert Silverberg. Mine."

"Quite simple," I admitted. "But you didn't give the whole answer. What gives you the right to call me yours? What, when all you do is come here and take what pleases you. Have I given you agreement on that matter?"

"Consciously? No. Your mind hasn't. That's what makes me come back; you interest me, Albert. But whatever. For the answer, yes you have. Your body has."

He laughed, and I knew why; I still need to learn to control my body better. Lying on top of him, feeling his warm nakedness so close to me had made my body react against my will. There was no way I could deny it when he was there and could feel quite well how hard I was. Not that his words weren't the truth; I can't help but want him. I find the fact that he has perfect control over his body and won't show any reaction until necessary quite annoying, as well. He wasn't excited at that point, at least visibly. For that, however, a reaction from the body isn't needed... I know him better.

"Point taken," I answered, admitting my failure. "Not that me and my body were in agreement about that. You'll find it to be a hard, if not an impossible task to really, fully own me, my blond lover. Still... What right do you have to call me yours if you won't give me the same...?"

He looked at me, the amusement still apparent on his face, but there was something else there too. I guess I managed to get him to think.

"All right then, my little Earth Star," he said after a moment. "I'll have to warn you; if that's what you wish for, you'll find the task at least as hard as the one I'm facing... But go ahead. Make me yours."

I wasn't really expecting him to agree that easily, but he didn't need to tell me twice after giving the permission. Even if it was for that one night only, I was ready to do what was needed. Not that my knowledge of what I was doing had been too vast; so far, it had been me on the receiving end. Still, I wanted to try. First time for everything I guess.

He lay there, sprawled on the bed, waiting. I leaned in to kiss him on the lips; he captured me into a fierce kiss, but I withdrew to stare at him, slightly annoyed.

"I make you mine. You give yourself to me. Didn't you just agree to that?"

"Hmm." He raised his left hand and drew his fingers through his long hair, spreading it all over the pillow. "Fine, little Earth Star. I was just testing. Heh. You didn't drop your guard, so you may continue. Yours, hmm?"

I stroked his hair gently, admiring what I had for a moment. He is beautiful indeed, with a delicate face that he allows no one to see. I leaned in for another kiss, this time taking control from the beginning. He allowed it this time, and I got the feeling he got some strange pleasure from being controlled. He answered to the kiss eagerly, letting me explore his mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, clinging to me, almost.

I let my hands wander on his body, caressing him. Somehow I was sure that it wasn't his first time being taken; another thing was if he'd ever agreed to be taken the way he had just promised to me. He doesn't really seem the submissive type, but who knows? Perhaps he had had a stronger lover once.

"Quite nice..." He murmured as I broke the kiss and moved to kiss his neck. I simply grinned and returned to nibbling on his jaw, advancing lower slowly. My left hand advanced to his lower body and I found him quite ready now. He's quite well endowed, I must say. I'm endlessly patient, but I decided to continue lower on his body soon; I wanted that length in my mouth.

A silent but lovely gasp left his lips as I reached my target. I wasn't experienced with what I doing, but that has never mattered to me. Experienced? Rather, I didn't have a damn clue what I was doing. It didn't stop me from capturing the tip of his hard sex into my mouth, sucking carefully. His breathing turned slightly ragged and he reached to grab my hair, holding my head down where it was. It surprised me; I had never expected such sign of weakness from him.

His reactions were most encouraging. I fondled the base of his member with my fingers, then stopped to lick my index finger carefully. I guessed he wouldn't have cared for preparations, but since he did, at least usually, waste a moment to do that to me, I decided to try as well. Besides, I was quite certain he was equally weak to me when touched on certain spot.

He cried out silently when I pressed my finger into him; more from pleasure than pain I bet. I wanted to comment something to him about that, but refrained myself from doing so; my mouth was occupied enough where it was to make silly remarks. He pressed his body up from the sheets a little, thrusting cautiously into my mouth. I sucked on his length while concentrating on searching for where he always hits so skillfully when touching me from the inside. I based my search on my own experience and a calculated guess; his surprised gasp and slight moan revealed to me soon that I had found my goal. I moved my finger carefully, pressing against that spot again, and then he surprised me by kicking me in the side.

"...More?" He asked, laughing a little.

I would have grinned if I could have. I gave him what he wanted and carefully slipped another finger in. I figured that he had indeed been taken by someone before since he knew how to relax when entered. He laughed more and pushed against my hand, obviously enjoying what I was doing to him. I moved my fingers in a steady rhythm, pressing against the spot I had found. The way he silently whispered my name was most rewarding.

After experimenting a little I found the right way to take as much of him as I could into my mouth. He arched his back, squirming on the bed. As I lifted my head to glance at his face, I could taste a few drops of a milky liquid on my lips.

"Most... delightful... my little Earth Star," he whispered, breathing heavily. "I could get used to this..."

"Perhaps you should," I answered, removing my fingers from inside of him and moving to kiss him. I took the pillow from my side of the bed and placed it under his lower back while nudging his legs apart some more. He tasted so hot. I guess I know the feeling well enough. The burning in your body when someone touches you like that...

I thought about finding some lubricant, but he seldom bothers with any, so I decided to return the favor. I guess he enjoys the pain, and guess I'm a little masochistic too when with him. I moved to a better position on top of him and between his legs, then used my hand to guide myself. He was quite helpful too, spreading his legs as much as he could and moving against me as I carefully pressed my member into him.

Gods, that was really something. I had sometimes wondered if entering me hurts him as much as it hurts me, and I found out the hard way that it did. I bit my lip hard to keep myself from crying out; it hurt quite a lot without the help of lubrication. The sensation was still something I had never experienced. He was tighter than I'd ever imagined. I stayed still for a moment before finding the courage to move, pulling away a little and then thrusting back in. I laughed, watching him from above. He wrapped his legs around me, an insane but very satisfied grin on his face.

Control is an interesting thing when you're making love. Sometimes you would think that the person on the receiving end has little to no control over the events, but I have discovered otherwise. I'm quite good with control when he takes me, and meanwhile, found it a little hard to keep myself as steady as I usually am when I was on top of him. I never let my control slip, however. One could call it an obsession. Control is something that gives me greater pleasure than the one that my body gets from any act.

I never figured out what drives him to do what he does. I think he once said it's the chaos he senses inside of me when he touches me. I guess it could be called chaos. How my mind and body don't agree on what I'm doing, both needing something. My mind wins in most cases and this wasn't an exception; I thrust into him calmly, firmly in control. He moved under me, against me, small sounds of pleasure escaping from his lips.

Chaos indeed. My body argued loudly, wanting me to speed up the pace of my movements, to finish sooner. I allowed myself to continue just a little faster, still laughing and listening as he laughed too in-between breaths. It made me feel like I'm insane but I guess I am, just a little. The feeling of being inside of someone was quite blissful. So tight around my erection, with him answering so perfectly to my movements. Less than that would drive a normal person insane, I guess. I also guess neither of us is normal.

I continued pressing into him calmly, slightly faster than I would have wanted to allow for myself, but I guess you can't control everything especially when it's your first time taking someone. He grabbed my arms and dug his nails into me, scratching so hard that it made me bleed. I only grinned at him, wishing I could have laughed, but I had to concentrate on breathing. It proved to be a more difficult task than I would have guessed.

The coppery taste of blood was present on my lips as well. I had bit my lip too hard and it was bleeding; the taste turned me on even more for some reason. I knew I couldn't take it much longer, so I thrust into him almost violently, feeling how my consciousness was threatening to escape me at any moment.

Thankfully I didn't have to cling to the control as I feared; he came a few seconds later, calling my name so loud that I bet the neighbors woke up. I felt quite proud of myself at that moment, and laughed victoriously for the few seconds that I got to enjoy my victory; after that, my body finally claimed what it so wanted and the orgasm knocked me out for a moment.

When I came to, he was still out of it. I had never seen him so exhausted. I don't think he has ever fainted after our lovemaking. I drew myself out of him and moved away, getting up from the bed and getting some water to clean both of us. I got myself cleaned soon; he woke up when I was washing him, and smiled.

"Got what you wanted, little Earth Star?" He asked tiredly.

"Do I own you?" I replied to him with a question, putting away the things had I used for cleaning and lying down next to him.

He laughed silently before crawling to lie by me, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my shoulder.

"I guess you do, for now. Yours. Albert Silverberg."

I only smiled before closing my eyes.

Author's notes:

Another one of my PWP wannabe fics. Ah well. Albert's POV, if you really couldn't figure it out.

- Lady Harken (November, 2003)