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Chimera 009

Jet hated it when he wasn't taken on missions. It didn't happen often, but it drove him crazy when it did. He felt caged in the house on the beach and he couldn't even go flying because he needed to be near the transceiver if there was a problem. He was the cavalry in case what was a simple operation went wrong.

It was, admittedly, really stupid to be so worked up. He knew the more 'fragile' members of their team would be easily protected by the stronger ones and this wasn't an operation where they'd be facing magic, only military and bullets. The man he held the most concern for probably needed it the least since bullets would sting or chip at the most, but hardly cause much more damage than that. His partner was made of rock after all. At least, most of him was...not all of him and it was those few squishier spots left that made Jet fret.

He paced and preened and paced some more, his feathers getting disheveled in his anxious movements. It wasn't until Gilmore had snapped at him to stop fidgeting so much that Jet huffed and retreated into Albert's room. He knew he'd be called back if he was needed and at least this way he wasn't constantly orbiting the transceiver, waiting for it to click into life.

His brain had gone through twenty different possible scenarios from his perch on the edge of the window sill by the time Gilmore knocked and told him that the mission had gone well and everyone was on their way back with limited injuries. There was a knowing look in the old man's eye as he shut the door behind him that made Jet just want to scratch him...but he resisted. Albert would be back soon and Jet could check every inch of him over when he was.

In the meantime, he curled up on the pillows of their bed, wings tucked in around him, and dozed.

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The mission had gone as well as could be expected. Everything turned out alright, the little girl rescued and the day saved, and though the team could be worse for the wear, they also could be a bit better.

Albert himself had born the brunt of combat, Geronimo having been protecting the group while Albert made his run on the front defenses, taking some chips out of his rocky skin, but the hail of little magic shards had been enough cover to allow Joe to take out their enemies.

Now, finally home and in need of a break, Albert slips into his room away from the others to recoup himself, to get a chance to breathe and then maybe he can go find Jet and let him know that he's alright.

Only Jet's right there, a pile of down and pinions in the nest he's made of their pillows. Albert can't help but smile at the set up, what with his partner's head under one wing and the other folded against him tightly, ginger feathers rising and falling gently with his breathing.

Albert sits himself on the edge of the bed, knowing he's probably already woken Jet, and rests a hand on his soft feathers with every sort of gentleness. "Hey. I'm back."

As soon as there was another presence in the room, Jet began to stir, though he didn't actually 'wake up' until the extra weight made the bed dip and that hand rested on him. A sleepy smile broke out across his face as sharp eyes settled on Albert.

"Hey."

Jet shifted and moved so he could drape himself over Albert, long arms wrapping around the German as he nuzzled into his partner's neck, a pile of feathers acting as a blanket to the other chimera.

"Are you okay? How'd everything go?

He waited for Albert's answer, but that didn't stop him from having a look of his own, piercing hawk's eyes sweeping over every even and uneven plane of his lover's body. He could see the damage to mission had caused and Jet wished nothing more than to sooth those wounds, a desire he showed in the way taloned fingers gently grazed the damaged spots.

It wasn't to worst Albert had suffered, however and that was a good thing.

"I'm alright. We managed to save the girl and her mother was glad to have her back." Once she'd stopped screaming bloody murder about them being homunculus witchspawn, but Albert's used to those insults by now. They all are, sadly. But just because they're used to it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to be scorned just for what they were made into. Albert decides to spare Jet that detail.

He missed his partner. He hadn't let it occupy his thoughts until now for the good of the mission, but as soon as it was over Albert could think of nothing more than curling up under Jet's wings with him. This is his peace. "What about you? I hope you weren't too bored."

"Me? Course not." Of course he was, he was bored out of his mind to the point of irritating Gilmore, but Albert could probably guess that just from knowing how fidgety Jet was normally. That didn't mean he had to own up to it.

Jet moved his wings forward and wrapped them around Albert's shoulders as he curled into his partner's lap.

"You should get some rest before dinner, you look tired." Jet ran his talons through Albert's soft hair gently while his other hand traced along the stones that lined the older man's neck.

"I am, but there's no point in napping. I won't wake up until the morning if I do." Idly, Albert runs his fingers carefully over the fluff at the nape of Jet's neck, smoothing some feathers and tracing down the line of auburn quills to gently massage the bases of his wings.

He sighs, not upset or tiredly, but contented. An exhale not just of air but of the day, letting it go and letting himself be here instead, cuddled with his partner where he doesn't feel like such a monster even after playing the hero. "Besides, I'm sure you're not sleepy."

His only response was a hum as Jet arched into that touch. His wings twitched even as they remained curled around the German, leaving a puddle of feathers along Albert's chest and in his lap.

There were a few spots that were Jet's weakness, most of them having to do with his wings, but the spot at the base of said wings was the worst. It was the place where most of his tension rested as those muscles not only controlled his wings, but supported their weight as well and he could barely reach back there to preen the spot, much less try to alleviate that tension.

Not only that, but it sent a different kind of current through Jet's body at the same time. One that left him with visuals of Albert's hands running everywhere else on his body. A small moan poured from his lips into Albert's hair where they were pressed in what might have been a kiss a second ago if he hadn't been so distracted.

A warm, breathy chuckle escapes Albert, gravelly in his chest. "Definitely not sleepy."

He works his fingers there a little harder, easing out the knots and taking the excuse to keep touching his partner, keep making his breath hitch and his voice ruffle Albert's hair with wordless quiet excitement. The redhead's entire body seems to vibrate, both relaxing and tensing in different ways as Albert's digits work at him, starting to trace down under the wing muscles and over other groups in his back.

"Not with what you're doing." His voice is breathy, a wisp past Albert's ear. As those fingers moved along his back, bringing pleasure of both kinds with them, Jet shifted so he was straddling Albert's hips and could bring contact to parts that demanded attention the more that pleasure shot south.

But Jet firmly believed in mutual appreciation, so he didn't leave the rest of Albert unattended for long. He nuzzled into Albert's neck, brushing some of the sensitive skin left there with the feathers that made up Jet's hair, while talons gently raked down his partner's chest. Although, the parts that were a little more solid and wouldn't feel the sharp points trying to send shocks through the older man's system, received a harder press; pressure that would break through anyone else's skin was a gentle pressure to his crystalline lover.

The shudders Jet grazes through his system cause Albert's own breath to hitch and his hips to roll up against his partner's, perched across his pelvis and searching for just as much friction. Albert's hands on Jet's back tighten then immediately fall away with a grimace, the older man worried for his considerable strength doing harm to the last person on Earth he'd want to visit it upon.

A flutter of heat pulses through the cracks in his chest, casting a red glow that bathes them both for a moment until Albert gets control of himself and leans his forehead up to press so very lightly against Jet's, Albert's breathing short but forcibly growing longer.

"Jet," he breathes his lover's name, so close it barely has to travel from lips to ears. "I want you."

A pleased sound was Jet's response to the deceleration, a note that said the sentiment was the same on his end. His wings uncurled from behind Albert to their resting position against Jet's back as talons scraped back up Albert's chest to cup his partner's face.

He hadn't missed the way Albert's hands fell away or the glow and what must be running through Albert's mind. Jet knew his fears and how he restricted his own movements during these activities based on what might happen if he forgot his own strength or lost control of the magma churning in his core. For as icy as he could be, Jet's partner was a veritable volcano, active and ready to unleash hell at a moment's notice. While Jet feels safer in Albert's arms than anywhere else in existence, he knows Albert fears that hell being unleashed on Jet on accident.

Which was why Jet did what he could to put aside Albert's fears and get him to relax like he so rarely did. "You've got me, Al."

Firmly, Jet pressed back against Albert's shoulders to get him to lie back on their bed, shifting again so he was fully perched on Albert's hips, leaing them pelvis to pelvis as Jet's taloned hands curled around Albert's wrists and he pressed kisses to both skin as solid as rock and the softer bits only Gilmore, Albert and Jet really knew the locations of.

"Relax, I've got you too."

At Jet's gentle touch, Albert's eyes slip closed and he tries to let his doubts and worries slip away, instead focusing on the feel of Jet's hand and then lips on all that remains of his human form. Rock rumbles like the shifting of plates and the fire dies down, sending thin curls of smoke into the air. Yet where Jet's lips brush, Albert's skin grows gooseflesh and his wrists twist in his partner's grip, a shudder running the breadth of Albert's form as Jet's lips continue to journey to where he's most wanting. He can't help but shift his hips upward in anticipation, finding what little friction he can in the press and rub of flesh through cloth.

"I trust you," he gasps softly, more of a sigh as he somehow relaxes despite their mounting desire.

He pauses his movements down (now perched on Albert's legs so he could have better access to is goal) and makes sure he's got Albert's attention before responding, he wanted to know he was heard and understood. "And I trust you, so don't forget that." Albert may fear losing control, but Jet didn't think he would, he believed in Albert's ability to control his powers.

Done with talking for now, Jet untied the wrap around Albert's waist and let his talons scrape down his partner's thighs. No warning given, Jet leaned down and took the German into his mouth to suck and lick and lavish as much attention as he could with just his mouth. He didn't dare touch for fear of catching him on the ends of Jet's talons.

That's something Albert needs to hear more often than he feels he should, but Jet somehow always knows when to tell Albert that things will be alright, even before he slides into doubt. He worries so often about his inability to touch in emotionally charged situations for the anxiety that he'll hurt his partner. He could so easily if he lost control and the thought is so frightening it had been a point of contention, Albert unwilling to go to bed with Jet until the avian had ordered him to just keep his hands off then and did what he was going to do without warning.

It's not a perfect solution, but it definitely satisfies them both nine times out of ten.

Jet's tongue swirls around what's left of Albert's human flesh and he groans into his arm, face turned against his own bicep to muffle the sound yet still allow it to be loud enough to egg Jet on. It's been awhile, and he'd more than once thought of this on his way back home.

Jet's tongue and lips work at the sensitive skin as his talons continued to brush thighs and knees before sliding back up to hips. He hummed and sucked until his partner was as hard as the rest of him then moved his lips off with a small 'pop.' Jet looked up at the older man through his feathery bangs and flashed a smirk that held a promise that Albert would like where Jet was headed next. In fact, if his partner could read Jet's mind, he'd know the avian intended to do his best to make the older man moan so loud he'd have a hard time facing the others for dinner later.

Maybe it was mean, but Jet was just working out that agitation that had been worked up during his 'time out.'

Jet moved back up the crystalline body beneath him and positioned himself so he could easily slide that length into his body. He tensed a moment when only the head was in and too a second to breath and relax before taking the rest in. It had been a while indeed and it was hard to prepare yourself when your fingers were daggers and your lover's fingers had the potential to shoot magma. But that initial burn was the only indication of time as Jet's body readily accepted Albert back into it, allowing the lighter man to begin moving moments later.

He was still tight around the hard flesh, and it made him throw his head back and moan as his hips rolled and the friction and pleasure built. Sharp talons dug into Albert's shoulders as though they were truly attempting to draw blood from stone and Jet used the hold as leverage to drive his partner in harder, a slight shift of Jet's hips simultaneously drawing him in deeper.

Colorless eyes drop closed as Jet takes Albert in, slowly moving inexorably down until the rocky chimera is buried to the hilt in his partner's body, eliciting a soft moan and shift of Albert's head against the pillows. They stay still for an interminable moment, a chance for Albert's eyes to crack open and catch a glance of the failing light glinting off of iridescent feathers, alive with color like fire, burning in the last dregs of the sun.

And then Jet begins to move, his fingers first gently finding his shoulders and then harder, sending little shudders of pain through the scrapes his talons leave but causing ripples of pleasure in their wake, enough to send a roll through Albert's hips. The upward motion actually lifts the lighter chimera from the bed momentarily and gravity does the rest, pulling Jet back down to earth and driving Albert's length as far as it will go into the redhead's body with a shudder and a gasp from Albert.

Albert's movement yanks a pleasured cry from Jet's lips and his grip tightens. His movements change slight so he's nearly pulling all the way off before shoving back down again, desperate to gain that depth and closeness again. He could have sworn he felt Albert all through him with that motion and -not for the fist time- he wished his partner was more willing to take a more active roll every now and then to have moments like that happen more often. He didn't blame Albert's decision or judge his concerns, Jet knew they were valid even if he didn't put much stock in them himself, and it would hardly be as fun if Albert was constantly afraid of what he might do while doing what he wanted to do, so really it was better this way. It meant Jet had to make up for it himself.

Taloned fingers curled around the German's wrists and pinned them over Albert's head. He couldn't really keep him there if Albert didn't want him too which made Jet want to do it even more, besides, Jet knew there was a part of Albert that liked feeling like Jet held complete control over him.

"There, that's it...Al..." His wings flexed and splayed out in the air as one thrust drove home and had Jet crying out again, pleasure only his partner could give him sending shocks through his body.

"T-tell me what you want...Albert." He wanted Albert to beg, to cry out and declare how he wanted Jet to use him. Once upon a time, it would have been too embarrassing for the avien to try and form any words during moments of passion, but he'd learned it helped stimulate when hands couldn't, so he'd learned to get over it quickly enough. Anything to see that look on his lover's face when he lost control and came so hard nothing else mattered but them in that moment. Them, together, no matter what they looked like or what their lives were like.

"You, Jet, I want--" his admonition is cut of by a wholly pleasured moan. He'd never been this vocal before becoming a chimera, never could bring himself to say out loud the kinds of things he thought or what he desired so deeply, but he'd learned with Jet. He'd had to, for all that he can't use his hands to maneuver Jet and show him just exactly how he wants to be treated.

Instead he allows the man on top of him to pin him down, to coax out the declarations he can't manage otherwise but for Jet's urgency. "You. Oh Gott please, don't stop moving, please..." His chest heaves and a gentle spark ripples under the skin where his heart's been replaced with a magma stone, but it carries no boiling heat, just warmth in Albert's desire for Jet and his wish to have them come together and stay afterwards.

And those wings... he can't help but stare at those wings when Jet cries out and they flutter in a glorious cape behind him, soft and pliable but still strong and encompassing, as if Jet is not a bird but a guardian angel, bringing him not only pleasure but also stability and love.

Fulfillment.

Not stopping was hardly a concern. Jet didn't think he could stop his movements even if one of the others happened to accidentally interrupt. The connection and closeness between them was deep and strong and something so powerful that Jet often had a hard time finding words for it. Albert was the only person who made him feel like he did. No one else made him feel safer or more cared for or more wanted than the older chimera and Jet used every method possible to convey how much it meant to him whenever his words failed him. This, them being intimate, was just one of those ways and Jet put his all into it to make sure Albert knew how much Jet wanted -needed- him right back.

"God, Al...Albert. I love...feeling you." His movements became shorter, his partner buried deep in him as he rocked enough to feel Albert's length burying in him while providing that friction and tightness he knew his lover needed to reach that edge.

He released Albert's wrists momentarily to rake his talons possessively across Albert's chest. He knew they couldn't leave a very noticeable mark, but as long as Albert felt them and knew they were Jet's marks of ownership, then that was good enough. He moved his hands again so his fingers laced with Albert's and kept the German's hands pinned on either side of his head. Jet leaned down to claim his partner's mouth in a hard kiss while changing their pace once again so his thrusts were slower and more drawn out but still deep and equally hard.

"Al...come for me...let go. God... I've got you." He would bring them both mind-searing pleasure, even if it meant making his ownership of his partner known to the world.

"I-I...!" He gasps, bucking his hips through no conscious decision but a primal need for more, deeper, harder. Jet's talons leave shallow grooves in the igneous stone of his chest and torso and the magic whirls that keep his body together flare to life and create a blue aurora reflected over Jet's sienna feathers.

Albert holds Jet's hands tightly in his, not letting the aven chimera pull away or change position. He kisses back passionately and with enough need to drown them both, bucking up into Jet until he can no longer take the tension and friction. Albert crests his peak with a groan into his partner's mouth, toes curling with the slight sound of crunching gravel, and he lets go into Jet with the force of a volcano.

Albert's grip is tight and how he thrusts up into Jet has the slighter chimera crying out in pure ecstasy. Albert's body goes tight and arcs like a strained bowstring and Jet practically eats up that groan, giving a long moan back as he feels Albert release in him. When Albert cums, he cums hard and fills Jet with warmth that makes the younger man arch his own back. He sits up to keep moving his hips just that little bit he needs to fall over that edge with his lover.

It's messy and they're both going to need a shower before they can face the rest of their family, but it's unquestionably worth it. A feeling of calm runs through Jet even as his heart races and he slowly collapses onto Albert's chest. He takes a moment to move so Albert could pull out before it became too uncomfortable for either of them before settling again so he could catch his breath, one claw stretching out to trace the natural cracks in the German's form.

"...guess you had some tension to work out, huh?"

"Don't say things like that," Albert huffs but there's a little mirth in it as he carefully frees his hands and curls his arms around his lover with gentle care. "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you this time, did I?"

The question is almost like a ritual now; he asks it every time when they're finished, worried that he'll get too excited and run too hot once of these times and scald Jet from the inside out. The thought figures prominently in his nightmares.

Albert sure knew how to ruin a mood. Jet knew he wasn't trying to, that he was just worried for Jet's safety, but Jet would have a appreciated a few quiet moments where they could just pretend they were a normal couple who'd just had sex.

He shifts so one of his wings flares out and spreads across Albert's form, the tips hanging off the bed lazily. "I'm fine, Al, everything's perfect as long as you keep that paranoia of yours in check."

He wasn't trying to make it sound like he didn't think Albert's concerns weren't valid, they both needed to be extra careful about normal activities for fear of hurting people around them. Jet could barely touch any of the others for fear of scratching them with the talons on his hands and feet, most of the time he just opted for not touching them at all unless he had to. He didn't have to worry about that with Albert, the German was literally the only one who Jet would have to actively be trying to hurt to cause him any harm. Unfortunately, it wasn't true in the opposite. Whereas everyone else was sturdy enough to withstand most contact with Albert without any concern, Jet's bones were hollow and fragile and being in love with a rock was hard when that was your reality. Albert had to be careful with his emotions and the pressure of his hold and that became twice the problem it already was when it came to them.

The pad of his thumb came up to brush Albert's chin, the long talon on the end barely grazing his bottom lip. "You trust me to tell you if something's wrong, right?"

"Yes." He pauses, then as an afterthought. "Mostly."

After all, Jet has a tendency to downplay his injuries to avoid anyone's worrying about him. Gilmore in particular is rather alarmist when it comes to his creations and their well being, but Albert too has been known to make stupid decisions when it's for the avian chimera's welfare. Jet knows this.

"I trust that in private you would tell me if I hurt you." Very carefully, Albert reaches up and takes the very hand that just grazed his lip with a sharp talon, kissing the knuckles of that hand like the rings of a prince.

Color tinged Jet's cheeks at the gesture, but he simply hid his eyes in his feathery hair and brought his other hand up to run through Albert's hair.

"Then that's the important part. Come on, Al, don't get all hung up on possible the bad stuff when we just did a lot of good stuff. Plus, we need to get cleaned up before Chang's done making dinner."

Albert had a habit of getting caught on broken 'what ifs' and dark ideas of how easy it was to break Jet or even one of the others, if he tried. He feared that heated core of his burning those around him and it was Jet's job to keep him in the now and away from the things that they couldn't do anything about right this second.

Although, he thought of it less as a job and more as something to be done to deserve this soft and caring man and keep him whole so he could have him at Jet's side for as long as possible.

Three weeks later finds Jet and Albert in the field again, this time hunting down some other of Black Ghost's creations. The Chimera is an enormous beast comprised of all kinds of nastiness be it hulking, flying, or poisonous and its been terrorizing a local town, presumably to stir up trouble between the country they're currently in and the one on the other side of the mountains, where the village rumors have it the beast came from. Of course, Gilmore knew better and sent his own Chimeras.

Unfortunately, there's no current sign of the thing, which leaves the two men scaling the cliff where it supposedly has taken to nesting in an effort to neutralize it before it decides to attack again. For Albert it's a bit slow going but they can't simply fly their way up or the thing may attack. Still, the mountain pass is narrow and crumbling and they have to watch their feet. It's perilous, no mistake, but peril is most of their lives at this point so Albert doesn't really complain, at least not about the journey up.

"Jet, do you really have to hover like that? The beast could see us if you go too far out."

Jet's wings flapped once to maintain his altitude as if in defiance to Albert's complaining.

"Lay off, just cause your fine cause your feet are rock doesn't mean the same works for everyone else. Besides, If he's going to attack, I'd rather know he's coming."

Of course, Albert did have a point -as irritating as that was to admit- they were trying to sneak up on it and being spotted wasn't going to help that much. He huffed and dropped down a little lower. A moment later, though, saw him dropping down until he was perched on Albert's shoulder. The fact he was still his six-foot self was the only real hindrance with his weight being no worse than a wet towel.

"Better?"

It's unwieldy considering that even if Jet isn't heavy he is large, taller than Albert by several inches, and climbing up a precarious rocky path with a man-sized bird on you shoulder is still difficult.

But it's better than being spotted so Albert just grunts, "yes," and continues climbing.

"Do you think the thing really has weather control powers or is that just superstition from the village?" Both are possible, though he's thinking it's the latter. Country folk are superstitious.

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