makinglies | Russian Roulette

[It was an exercise, of sorts, paying this amount of attention to the hand Albert always held furthest from him. He knew why, it was a weapon and while both of the German's hands were technically weapons, this was the one he used on others most often and Jet knew that was what he hated.

Jet wasn't going to deny what was obvious,it was a weapon whether Albert was using it to protect or not, but that didn't mean he felt like it was necessary all the times Albert would deliberately keep intimate touches and actions to his left hand only. To Jet, it was just another part of Albert, one of his hands that Jet wasn't allowed to take in every detail of and that was what he wanted to fix.

He could tell Albert was tense and uneasy even though he'd emptied all of the ammunition before letting the blond take his hand, but blue eyes remained on the smooth metal between his fingers. He traced every line and plane of the artificial limb, taking in all the details he'd missed before, then gently and slowly placed a kiss to each gun-barrel fingertip.]

[Each kiss to the barrels of his gun makes Albert shiver. He can't feel them. There's no feeling in that hand at all lest he feel it burn every time he fires, but the visual of it, knowing Jet's lips close and press against a weapon, something made to hurt, to kill, it makes him want to pull his hand away and forget the whole thing.

He doesn't. He shifts uncomfortably, keeping the arm very still and stationary despite knowing for a fact he'd removed every bullet.]

[Jets hands shifted on Albert's, using his fingers to spread the metal ones apart a bit more so he had better access to them.

Carefully, he started with Albert's thumb, taking the digit into his mouth and running his tongue along it like it was a taste to be savored. It wasn't, he couldn't deny that, it was metallic and tangy and he was careful not to run his teeth along the metal because of the weird sensation that caused, but that didn't stop him from doing what he was doing; it was the display and the meaning behind it that mattered.

He didn't stop with the thumb, though, he licked and sucked at the tips of each of Albert's fingers, his tongue running the length of them before moving on to the next. He didn't hesitate and that loving care didn't let up. Even if the bullets hadn't been removed, Jet still trusted he wouldn't get shot if he were doing this, but he also knew he wouldn't be doing this if they hadn't, if only for Albert's peace of mind.

As soon as each finger had been given attention, soft lips pressed firmly to a metal palm as Jet finally looked up to Albert's face.]

[It may not be what he expected, when Jet looks up. Albert has his face in his free hand, trembling just a little. It's not fear, he knows what fear feels like and while that is in the stoop of his shoulders as it has been since they started this this is something else. Something overwhelming.

He can only tell that Jet's stopped because he moves the German's hand to palm up. Albert looks up, taking a shuddering breath from behind his hand, revealing his eyes as the fingers cover his mouth. They look at Jet with a new light, something warm and amazed but utterly dumbfounded.

Albert Heinrich the man had never worried that Jet saw him as such, that he was loved by the American across from him unconditionally. 004, the weapon, had always shied away, never wanting to undress, never wanting to touch with the pieces that could harm. And here Jet is, taking the parts of him that he'd wanted to keep away, keep Jet safe from, and accepting them as unconditionally as he had the rest.

He whispers softly, not sure how to express what he's feeling.]

Jet...

[He's surprised by what he sees and even momentarily concerned that he'd gone too far somehow, but something in Albert's look makes him second guess that thought and keep going anyway. He rests his cheek against Albert's palm for a moment before pulling the gunhand to rest against the blond's chest, over his heart.

Right hand still on Albert's right, the other comes up to Albert's face to gently brush his cheek. Jet pressed a kiss to the junction of metal and skin on Albert's right shoulder then leaned in to press a light kiss on the other man's other cheek.]

What's wrong, Al?

Why...?

[He can't get the words out, he can't explain. For once he's the one rendered speechless by Jet's nigh worshipful actions instead of the other way around.]

Nothing's wrong, I...

[Albert moves forward and wraps his arms around Jet suddenly, tightly holding his partner close and hoping that hitched breath isn't heard against Jet's shoulder but knowing it is and surrendering anyway. A moment later and he's pressing kisses against the younger man's cheeks and chin and anything else he can reach.

It's the acceptance. It's that Jet offers it without being asked. It's that he knows now that Jet loves him in his entirety, all the bits and pieces. Body and soul.]

[As soon as Albert's arms are around him, Jet's move to do the same, holding the older man as close as possible. Those kisses pull his face down, his own lips looking for Albert's now that they're available to him.

He lets the kiss remain simple for a moment or two, but then he's pressing in for more, deepening it and making things more heated. His hands touch and trace whatever is beneath them, just wanting the contact with the other man.

Whatever emotion was choking Albert up, it wasn't one Jet had heard before, but it struck him that it wasn't a bad one, more like the opposite. Maybe the message he'd been trying to send had been received after all.]

[He returns the kiss but his heat is muted, still tempered by other emotions aside from want. He does want, he wants every inch of Jet, wants to appreciate him and lavish him with attention, but the lump in his throat and the blurring of his eyes behind unshed tears make it difficult. For all he wants to show Jet how much he loves and wants him, the blond has done so much more than that for Albert in just this little exercise.

The German shudders a little, gasping minutely against Jet's lips as he pulls away, fighting a losing battle to keep those tears from falling. He doesn't want Jet to get the wrong impression. There is nothing wrong here, just something so overwhelmingly right, something he never thought possible, that he needs a few moments to adjust and stop reeling. He keeps his forehead against Jet's, hands - both hands - coming up to lightly rest on either side of Jet's face as Albert draws in a soft breath and a few tears escape under snowy lashes.]

Al-!?

[Despite the older man's assurance that nothing was wrong, that was not the impression Jet was getting the more time passed. There was a small note of panic in his voice born from a fear that he'd been wrong, that he'd gone too far or done something had hurt Albert somehow.

His hold tightened and one of his hands came up to the back of Albert's head.]

Come on, tell me what's wrong.

I'm sorry...If I messed up.

[He'd been trying to help, not make things worse.]

No, no you didn't, I-

[He swallows and takes a shuddering breath.]

I've never asked for acceptance of this.

[He lowers his gun hand, holding it between them and looking down at it with a sense that he's seeing something in a different light.]

I've never accepted it myself, never wanted it. I've used it because it's there, because I can protect people by being the weapon, eliminating threats, but it's never been something I could reconcile as being a part of me.

But you don't see it like that, do you.

[He looks in Jet's eyes, searching and apparently finding what he expected. It draws a small smile to his lips.]

To you, this has always been a part of me, just one that I've kept from you all these years.

[He pauses, looking back down at his hand and running the fingers from its opposite over his palm before finding Jet's hand and threading his finger barrels gingerly between those long white digits, another tear unheeded on his cheek at the sheer gravity of what this all means.]

Thank you.

[That seed of panic melts away with the explanation and Jet's fingers curl tightly with Albert's as though he never intends to let go.

None of what Albert had said had been a real question and none of it was wrong, so he kept silent, letting a soft and slow kiss be his answer as his free hand moved to brush that tear away from the German's cheek.]

You're welcome.

...I'm glad it worked.

[He'd just been hoping for a little more relaxation, to show Albert he didn't need to be that careful when Jet just wanted all of him, but having his full meaning understood and accepted was hardly something he was going to argue against.

Gently, their hands still intertwined, Jet pulled Albert down with him so they were curled into each other across the bedspread.]

[He gets comfortable, curling into Jet and raising their clasped hands between them so he can kiss Jet's knuckles. He hopes he hasn't scared Jet off of his intention through his reaction. Though he can't feel it, the kisses on his metal palm and hollow fingers mean a great deal to him and if Jet were to resume, Albert's certain he'd watch in a new light. Hopefully with less tears.]

[Albert hasn't scared him off, not hardly, but he does wait till he feels he should continue and those kisses are cue enough.

He smiles softly, waiting for Albert's lips to leave his skin before he pulled the metal hand back towards him, placing light kisses along every square inch he could find. His other hand didn't stay still either, it started tracing small patterns along Albert's stomach.]

[Light skating fingers set the synthetic muscle under Jet's hand in a shiver, Albert's breath hitching at the contact. Everything feels heightened and precious, each touch something new despite them having been intimate so very many times. He watches Jet's lips on the metal surface of his hand, uncaring of the metallic taste or unnatural cover, just exploring what he'd never been allowed before.

It's fascinating to watch and leaves Albert forgetting to breathe.]

[Jet's lips pressing to the surface led to him taking the first two fingers into his mouth again, lavishing attention on them with his tongue, when an idea occurred to him that made him pull his mouth away. With the help of his other hand, he pulled on the German to get him over Jet, the blond's hand still held tight to the gunhand which he places on his chest once Albert has some semblance of balance back.]

I want you to touch me, but only with this hand, got it?

[Jet breaks the thrall he has Albert under by pulling him down and speaking, Albert's breath hitching as he remembers to draw it.]

Only with this? But it's-

[The protest dies with the look on Jet's face and Albert just nods instead, swallowing and shifting his weight to steady himself. Carefully, so gently it can barely be called a touch, Albert runs those hollow fingers along his partner's chest, tracing familiar panels without being able to feel the creases or the warmth that Jet always seems to exude. It's disconcerting and his eyebrows furrow as he looks again to Jet's face.]

Like this?

Yes.

[The smile he directs at Albert is soft as that hand runs across his skin, causing a small tremor to run through him.

One arm braces him as the other reaches to wrap behind Albert's neck, pulling him down as the blond leaned up to push their lips together. It was a heated kiss full of the passion and desire he had for his partner, but he didn't let it linger.

As he pulled away, his arm slid down between them to start unfastening the older man's pants, though he didn't aim to remove them yet, merely moved on to doing the same with his jeans instead.]

Don't stop.

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[His hand stops, fingers splayed against Jet's stomach as he's pulled into that kiss. It's all too brief but bolstering too, easing some of his fears and feeding into his bewilderment that Jet is actually enjoying this.

Far be it from him to argue.

A light gasp passes his lips as Jet's fingers find their way to unfastening his belt and pants. Albert shifts just a little, but at Jet's direction to keep going he's forced to pull his attention to his hand's path again. He's still cautious, still worried something may go wrong, but he continues to skate his fingers along the creases and panels of Jet's torso, tracing meaningless patterns and marveling at how it causes Jet to twitch.]

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[It makes him twitch and shiver and causes his breath to hitch quietly. All he's ever wanted was for Albert to be comfortable with him and to maybe at least get an idea of how Jet saw him. Someone he loved completely and unconditionally.

But even with what they'd achieved in the last few minutes, he could see Albert's hesitation and discomfort. He wanted to chase as much of that away as possible. He'd have to show his partner it was actually okay.]

Albert...relax.

[In one quick motion he slid his pants off narrow hips to a little past mid-thigh, the limitation if his reach, but enough to leave him exposed. Still, he didn't go for the older man's clothes, he reached up instead, skating long fingers from broad shoulders down to trace Albert's arms.

When he spoke, his voice was still soft, relaxed, coaxing.]

I'm not gonna break because you touched me, you don't need to worry.

Let go a little.

Relax...

[He swallows, rolling the word around on his tongue as if it's foreign. A grin slowly spreads after it, hand dipping low enough to skirt Jet's waist, though nothing lower just yet without being directed. He sits back a bit on his knees to do it, his own pants hanging open thanks to Jet and hinting at the white skin underneath, looking as if they'll simply fall off at any given moment.]

How can I relax with you like this, hm?

[The comment's not just designed to make Jet blush; Jet laying there with bedroom eyes and so exposed is more than enough to keep Albert from relaxing. Frankly, now that he has the mental image, it may keep him up some nights.]

[The comment does exactly what it's supposed to do and colors Jet's usually pale face a bright red as he's suddenly overly aware of how exposed he is.

Still, he doesn't do anything to fix it, just kicks his pants the rest of the way off the best he can. There's a half-glare spared for Albert, then he's leaning forward to kiss the metal that made up the rest of the German's right arm before leaning back again.]

I thought I told you not to stop, hmm? Or are you just going to stare at me all night?

It's difficult not to stare when the view is so pleasant.

[The kiss pulls a shiver and with his grin in place Albert obliges, allowing Jet to order him around for once. He traces his fingers lightly below Jet's waist, skating down his left thigh.]

[The soft touches of the metal on his thigh steal his breath for a moment as he lays back all the way, hands searching for some part of Albert to touch.]

Don't you sweet-talk me, Heinrich.

[Cause it worked a little too well on Jet and the blond knew it.]

I thought you enjoyed it, Sparrow.

[It's easier to continue with his attention divided, but also easier to distract Jet from what he knows the blond wants him to do. Using his gun hand to touch Jet so intimately is uncomfortable enough, to use it in actual play makes Albert's stomach clench and anxiety flare in his chest. He knows it isn't loaded, he knows, he emptied all of the ammunition himself, but it doesn't change the fact that his hand is a weapon, only ever manufactured for destruction and death and to grab hold of Jet with that is unthinkable.

Or it would be, if Jet's reactions to every place he traces those fingers isn't perfect breathless gasps and twitches...

He leans over Jet again, letting the blond's hands reach and travel where they will on him.]

[His fingers brushed lightly against Albert's cheek first before slowly, oh so slowly, beginning to trace down the German's skin.]

What gave you that idea...?

[He was obviously distracted as he ran his fingers down Albert's shoulders, arms, over to his chest and down his stomach and hips, adoring touches applied to every artifcial and organic inch.

His hips shifted, his body wanting more of that touch and attention it was only receiving in hesitant bursts.]

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