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Just the sniffles

[It's very rare that any of the cyborgs ever get sick. After all, when building an advanced super weapon you don't want it to succumb to disease. It's not unheard of, they do still have organic parts, but for as long as Albert had been a cyborg, he'd never once fallen ill.

Until today, that is.

It takes his eyes longer than usual to focus when he opens them in the morning, woken by Jet rolling out of bed. That in and of itself is his first clue, that Jet is up before him. The man may not sleep until noon as he used to but Albert's still usually a much earlier riser, or at least gets up at the same time. Yet here he is still huddled under the blankets while Jet brushes his teeth in his boxers, with absolutely no drive to leave the bed.

His vision is fuzzy, his head aches, and what little real skin he has is cold and clammy (a strange sensation when only roughly fifteen percent of your body is honest flesh) save for his face, which feels hot.

With a groan, Albert curls over with the comforter, his steel-gray hair barely visible peeking up from the bundle of blankets.]

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[The turnabout is fine by Albert; the tile is cool against his back and Jet holding him there is so incredibly arousing that instead of slipping out of the hold as he so easily could he simply twists his hands just a bit, just to get more comfortable. He hisses a breath in though his teeth and closes his eyes with a deep shudder as Jet's hand snakes around him, wet and slick and exactly the right fit.

He groans, a wanton but crackling sound for all his congestion, and presses his hips into Jet's hand, arching his back off the wall just to get that much closer without breaking Jet's grip.]

Alright.

[It's a fevered purr, Albert looking at Jet through half-lidded eyes with his hair sticking to his forehead in the downpour from the showerhead.]

[His lips quirk up at the edges and then they're too busy being firmly and eagerly pressed against the soft ones in front of them. The kiss lingers, chaste as it is, while his hand begins a slow, gentle, movement.

He presses himself close up against Albert as best he can without hampering his own movements. His lips finally part and his tongue darts out to find its way into his partner's mouth, while the pace his hand started slowly gained speed.

He had every intention of a quick and dirty job, but he still intended to make it feel as good as possible.]

[Albert takes a sharp breath through his nose, twisting his hands again under the American's grip and pressing forward again in a need for contact, for friction. He feels afire, either from want or from the fever, he can't tell anymore, but all it does is drown him in the desire for Jet.

He falls into the kiss, nipping and biting and sucking at that too elusive tongue as the slickness of the water makes him shiver as it runs down his neck and shoulders. Every nerve stands at attention, awaiting orders and rolling with each droplet the pull moans and pants from Albert. He's louder than normal, can't keep the vocalizations in, and now they echo around the small shower in a symphony of need.

He has to break the kiss to breathe, chest heaving as he leans back against the wall again, head tilted back and eyes pressed closed as he pulls in air, lost in the feel of Jet's hand on him.]

Oh god Jet, harder. D-don't stop, please don't stop...!

[It's dizzying.]

[One of his favorite things was when he could get Albert to lose control, the normally placid man always seemed to be able to keep his cool in the face of most of Jet's attempts. So hearing him beg just sent an electric current through him that made it incredibly hard to keep this as tame as he was intending it to be.

A smirk clear on his face, his lips trailed down to latch onto Albert's neck. He sucked, nipped and kissed at the skin there and at the junction of neck and shoulder.

His hand,meanwhile, did as asked and made the movements a little harder, longer strokes and increased pressure at the sacrifice of a bit of speed so as not to hurt him.]

[The water and the heat and the feel of those long fingers curled around and pumping and the lips working at the skin of his neck, it's enough to drive every other thought from Albert's mind. He presses off the wall again, this time curling one hand around the one Jet's left to keep him captive and bringing the other flat against Jet's chest. He aims to push, to press Jet against the wall roughly but not hard, to take the blond in the way he's wanted to since the mood struck him.

Only the shove is off, unbalanced, and Albert stumbles into Jet as the shower's interior goes out of focus and reels, tossing like a ship in a squall. It's all he can do to clutch at Jet's shoulders and arms to keep balance, much less take him in a manly fashion.]

[As soon as Albert's pushing him, he loses his grip and is thankful for it when a second later his partner's clinging to him. He brings his arms up to wrap around the more built frame and hold Albert up.

The heat and steam had probably gotten to him and made him light-headed. Their previous actions probably hadn't been helping either. Accusation born from concern flares up in Jet's voice as his hold tightens protectively.]

Dammit, why'd you let me do all that when you weren't even well enough to handle it?

[Because it was hard to stop touching Albert on a regular basis when they were just near each other, much less once he'd already started. The flare up of emotion died down and he just held Albert close, leaning against the wall to support them both.]

Sorry. Are you alright?

I am. I didn't expect that.

[He sounds shakier than he intends and it's enough to drive the mood right out of him, though he's still grateful for the contact. Really, more for the support. He may be much hardier than a normal person but he can still crack his head like anyone else.

He closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose.]

I thought it would be fine.

[Maybe they should lower the temperature in here a bit, he still feels dizzy, obvious by how he's leaning on Jet unsteadily.]

[He makes sure his hold is firm as he switches to keep Albert's weight with one of his arms instead, so his freed arm could reach out to the temperature nozzle and adjust it so the water was lukewarm instead. The effect was felt moments later and cooled the temperature a bit so, while the steam was still present, it was slowly dissipating.

As soon as the temperature was taken care of, his hand moved to the back of Albert's neck, gently.]

It's alright. How about a rain-check on that?

You should probably be resting anyway. As soon as you're ready, we can go back to bed.

[Jet earns a defeated nod for his trouble, Albert more embarrassed than anything at getting carried away. He's supposed to be the sensible one, after all, and here he is acting like a horny teenager.]

Let's just do that now.

[Excuse him if he doesn't make eye contact for a bit out of shyness.]

[Jet smiled a bit in the face of Albert's embarrassment. His hand came up to the German's chin to tilt his face so Jet could lean down and plant a firm and affectionate kiss on Albert's lips.

It only lingered a moment longer than he'd intended, but then he guided them back into the bedroom and pulled the covers back before letting his partner go.

Hopefully, the steamless room would help clear Albert's head some before they attempted to sleep again.]

[It's chilly in the bedroom with the water still dripping from his skin and hair, but he's far too drained and still embarrassed to get back up for a towel. He hopes Jet got the faucet...

Foregoing even pajamas in his exhaustion, Albert simply crawls into bed, shivering just a little until the blond joins him and he can find warmth there from his skin. He feels a bit better, congestion abated for now thanks to the hot but short lived shower and head clearing mostly from his bout of dizziness.

In his right mind for the moment, he groans a little at his own behavior.]

That was moronic.

[Jet didn't grab towels because the sheets would need to be changed anyway and he didn't feel like taking the time. Instead, he crawled into bed as well and pulled Albert close before jerking the blanket up to wrap around both of their shoulders.]

Maybe a little.

[He smiles and does his best to become a human blanket and wrap around the shivering man, holding him as tightly against his torso as possible to share what little body heat he still had.]

You'll feel better after a nap.

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[He's quiet. So quiet for a moment that it's not unreasonable to assume he'd fallen asleep, but a moment later Albert's arms reach out and curl themselves around Jet under the blankets.]

You've changed.

[It's said with a note of wonder in a sea of affection, with pleasure and pride and enough warmth to make Albert feel a bit flushed again just in saying so.]

I always felt I had to take care of you, but I suppose the other way around is true as well.

[He scoots a bit, repositioning himself so he can plant a soft kiss on Jet's forehead.]

Thank you.

[Jet's cheeks color between the words and the kiss and his eyes avert to Albert's chin.]

Yeah, well....someone's got to do it. I don't mind it being me.

[One of his hands slid up to play with the hair at the back of Albert's neck and he finally let his eyes drift back to find Albert's. He let his gaze linger a moment before he shifted forward to place his lips on the German's, softly, gently, not pressed for time like so many of his kisses were.

It said 'You're welcome.' Silently, he wished he would be the only one to have to take care of Albert, it was a job he wouldn't mind having for the rest of his life.]

I don't mind it being you either.

[He smiles a little, his thoughts unknowingly mirroring his partner's. He's always been the type to fall in love and never fall out again, and even after everything they'd been through, hell and high water, they're both still here, doing the simplest of things. It's strange after fighting some of the greatest evils of the world and facing death together to be so grateful for simple things - doing the laundry, getting groceries, taking care of the other when they're sick. Each of these things takes on an importance it didn't have before. All because it's someone specific doing it.

Jet's half of the kiss may say he's welcome, but Albert's half says 'I love you'.]

[Albert steadily got better and as things went back to normal, the conversation drifted to the back of Jet's mind. It wasn't until months later when they were preparing for Joe and Francoise's wedding that it even re-occurred to him.

And it made him turn bright red. Damn 'wedding bug.'

It was silly to even think about it. Yeah, he wouldn't really mind doing that whole official thing with Albert, but the guy'd had a fiancee once, he probably wasn't looking to have another. Besides, what was the point, it was just some dumb ceremony that ended in signing papers saying two people would continue doing what they'd been doing before. No point, right?

Still, the problem with planning for a wedding--and as best man, he definitely had some stuff to keep him busy--was that thoughts related to the damn thing just kept cropping up.]

[While Albert's busy being Francoise's man of honor (as Frannie says, but Chang and Great still call him 'maid' for the fun of it), Joe keeps Jet busy with all sorts of things. Today it's trying on suits, something for which Joe's woefully unprepared and keeps looking anxiously at Jet as if he can magically make everything fit properly with a wave of the hand.

Well, no, he's not that unrealistic but he does keep nervously turning in the mirror.]

You're sure it's no too old fashioned? I mean, I talked her out of ruffles on the shirts but a tail coat...?

[He looks over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of said tails and resisting the urge to actually ask Jet if they make his butt look big.]

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[If there was one thing to pull him out of confusing thoughts, it was poking fun at Joe. He got his friend was nervous, happened to everyone as far as he knew, but that didn't mean he was going to let Joe off the hook.]

No, it's snazzy.

And stop checking out your non-existent butt, it's fine.

I have a butt! It's just... kinda flat.

[He pouts at Jet, then takes a seat to wait for the tailor to finish with someone at the back of the store before they get to them. It's some big order so they have awhile to wait.]

I can't believe this is happening finally.

[He's expressed this same sentiment every twenty minutes or so all afternoon, so Jet may no longer be impressed, but Joe is still in giddy awe. This time, though, he has a question.]

Have you ever thought about it? Getting married I mean.

[Jet leaned back in his chair, gaze drifting from place to place in the room.]

Sure, back when I wasn't a cyborg.

It just sort've stopped coming up as I got older.

[He had more important things to think about than chicks and marrying them. Besides, as he'd gotten older he'd become less and less the desirable 'marrying type.' Girls wanted a street-guy to have fun with, not settle down with.

Now...well, now he was trying really hard to not think about what getting married would be like.]

I don't know, it's not really a question anymore.

[In an attempt to deflect, he turned a smirk on Joe.]

But you're a sap, so I can see why it'd appeal to you.

How is it not a question? Albert's crazy about you. I bet he would, if you asked!

[The little spikes at the back of Joe's head bob in his indignation, then he turns a bit pink in embarrassment since it sounds like Jet really doesn't want to.]

Unless you don't want to. I mean, I'm not saying you're like us or anything.

[Wait, that came out wrong.]

I guess I just thought you two were so settled by now. I mean, you're always really happy around him, even when you're arguing, and he smiles a whole lot more than he used to.

[He fidgets with the buttons on his jacket sleeves then gives Jet a sheepish grin.]

I guess I am a sap, huh.

[If it was anyone but Joe, this conversation would be shut down as of right now. Instead he gives a pointed look at his best friend--]

Yeah. You are.

[--before looking away again with the barest tinge of red on his cheeks.]

It doesn't really matter whether I want to or not, I'm sure he's just not that interested.

I mean, just cause you might care about someone like that doesn't mean you have to marry them; yeah, we're happy, but a ring's not gonna change that either way.

[The tinge of color disappears and he shrugs.]

Albert's been down that road already, it makes sense why he wouldn't be interested in it again.

[The expression that crosses Joe's face at first is worry; did he go too far and start another fight? Luckily Jet's ire fades and he keeps talking. As he talks, Joe's expression grows more and more dubious.]

Have you asked him?

[Jet stopped leaning back and fixed Joe with a slightly affronted look and that tinge right back where it had started.]

Of course not. Would we be having this conversation if I had?

Besides, I wouldn't want to...I don't know, chase him off or something with a question like that.

It doesn't matter.

[It wasn't worth it if it just ended up being this awkward question that made Albert uncomfortable.]

[The skepticism just grows deeper.]

But you do actually want to, if you thought he'd say yes?

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