Russian Roulette

[silberfuchs]

[How did Jet get him to agree to this?

Here they are, seated on the bed with the lights down low, both shirtless, and Jet with Albert's gun hand between his fingers as if it's something reverent rather than abhorrent. The effect is confusing to the German; that hand is death, that hand is everything he still despises about himself and can't let go of about Black Ghost, and here's Jet with those long white fingers caressing the metal, fascinated by it.

He'd said it would be good for him. That it's really not such a terrible thing if he has a weapon because he uses it to protect them.

But really, how did Jet talk him into this?

Albert just watches, morbidly transfixed.]

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[silberfuchs]

[It's hard and deep and waves of pleasure roll through Albert like a storm, leaving him to breathe between thrusts in gasps that rasp in his throat. He leaves off himself, both arms curling around Jet's shoulders, Albert holding him for dear life as he's moved up and down in Jet's lap, ankles crossed behind his partner and toes curling.

He can't think clearly enough to form words, only feeling the shape of Jet inside him, the warmth of the blond's body against his, the bite of those fingers in his hips. He wants more but has no idea what more could be given. He has all of Jet, there's no more he can ask for. A violent shudder rocks through him at one particularly rough and pointed thrust, Albert's head tossing back and an elicitly pleasured cry ripping from him.]

J-Je...Jet...!

[metalicarus]

[His name from those lips pulled a low moan from him and he took advantage if that exposed neck to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin. He was close, breathing harder with each upward thrust, but he wanted Albert to finish first. Usually he was so far gone his eyes were already closed against the pleasure that would overtake him that he rarely got to see his partner's face as he came undone; he'd hold back until he got to see it now.

His grip tightened a little more on soft hips, a harsh breathy whisper escaping him as he pulled back to see the German's face again.]

Albert...let go. Come for me.

[A small shift and he changed his angle again, aiming to hit that spot that just made it too much for his partner to hold on anymore.]

[silberfuchs]

[He does. Despite always preferring to see Jet's face or to come together, his well of control has run dry and he breathes a strangled gasp as he unravels in hia partner's arms.
First there's his grip, like steel, fingers grabbing for purchase on Jet's back and not quite able to keep his strength at bay. There will be bruises to the synthetic skin under them.

Second is his tension; Albert's entire body coils like a spring for a moment and then comes unraveled as Jet hits that perfect spot, a ragged and helpless cry uttered into the American's shoulder as sensation quakes through him, his muscles clamping down around Jet inside him.

Last are the noises. Half strangled and dizzy into Jets neck and shoulder as Albert curls in, kisses peppered between plaintive breaths everywhere he can reach as the glow of completion lowers him carefully from that height of pleasure.

In the aftermath, he tries just to breathe, leaning heavily and spent against Jet with furrowed brows and now-gentle fingers trying to soothe the skin he unintentionally abused in the throes.]

[metalicarus]

[Jet watched as long as he could as Albert's pleasure tore across his face, but his body tightening around Jet and those metal fingers digging into his back shove him over the edge he'd been staving off. He stiffened, burying himself deep insed his partner as he came, his hips still making smaller, slower movements as he rode out the last waves of pleasure.

Stiff fingers unclenched from Albert's hips and he slid his hands across expanses of skin and metal to wrap his arms around the older man and hold him as though he never intended to let go. One of his hands made small circles on the surface beneath it while the other possesivly curled around the opposite shoulder. Jet rested his cheek against silver hair as he tried to calm his breathing, concern for the man in his arms trickling back in. That was a lot rougher than they usually were and Albert wasn't usually the one taking it.]

Are you okay?

[silberfuchs]

I'm alright.

[Albert takes a heavy breath, voice staying low and soft as if he's frightened of breaking whatever spell allows him to feel the way he's feeling in that moment. His heart feels fit to burst. Jet wants him, all of him, man and machine. Its not in spite of or because of, just accepting both as a whole.

If Jet moves to try and see his face, Albert doesn't allow it just yet. He remains buried in the taller man's shoulder, trying to keep his feelings at bay and contained. He doesn't want Jet to see him tear up and think its because of some other reason than the overwhelming love and relief he feels.

Gentle metallic fingers trace carefully across the bruises he's left in Jet's back and Albert frowns into Jet's shoulder.]

Are you?

[metalicarus]

[He can't see Albert's face, but he believes the older man's words, gently pressing a kiss to his partner's temple.]

Never better.

[He can't see them, but he can feel the sting in his back and, knowing Albert's strength, he wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises the other man was currently fretting over. He unwrapped one of his arms to reach back for that gently tracing hand and brought it back in front if him to his chest before tucking the German back into his embrace.]

Don't worry about it, I don't mind.

[silberfuchs]

But I didn't mean t-

[He's cut off as his hand is grabbed and ferreted away between them, wam against Jet's chest.]

Why don't you mind?

[metalicarus]

[Heat rose in his face and he concentrated on tracing his hand along Albert's skin instead.]

Because you put them there.

[No, that didn't come out right.

Because...]

For the same reason I put marks on you.

[Because it meant he and Albert were together, that he belonged to the German as much as the other way around. It meant he'd made Albert react in a way no one else did.]

[silberfuchs]

[He's confused for a moment, having to sort through what Jet said for what he actually meant, but once he untangles the verbal mess he smiles a little, threading the fingers of his free hand in the short hair at the nape of Jet's neck and squeezing the American's hand with the other.]

I do like when you mark me.

[He turns, placing a small kiss gently into the curve of Jet's neck, finally master enough of himself to stop sounding choked and overcome with emotion.]

[metalicarus]

Good.

[He smiled a bit. His came up to thread into silver hair before both of his arms moved to support his partner as he moved them so they we're laying down together and he finally pulled out of the other man.

He still held Albert close to him, unwilling to let the older man away from him for too long. Blue eyes ran over his partner's face, a mix if love and adoration there while he re-memorized familiar features.]

It's a good thing all the skin I can mark is coverable of i'd consider leaving some out in the open.

[It was tempting, at least. Whether he actually would or not was something else.]

[silberfuchs]

[Albert holds his breath as Jet pulls out, releasing it in a small sigh with a lazy kiss now that they're again vertical and in a comfortable tangle of limbs.]

I'm not sure I would mind if even if you did. It'd be a badge of pride.

[A small smile plays across his lips and he presses them gently to Jet's as his eyes drop closed, shifting to get more comfortable and breathing a small sigh of contentment. He may be utterly spent both physically and emotionally, but there's a certain glow of warmth to it.]

[metalicarus]

[Jet smiled into the kiss and curled more around the warm German as he settled. Absently, his hand traced along Albert's neck and shoulders.]

Well maybe I'll have to do that next time.

[silberfuchs]

[There's a quiet rumble from Albert that could have been an affirmative word but just as easily could have been an unintelligible grunt. He cuddles a little further into Jet and a moment later he's breathing softly and evenly against that warm, pale skin, dead asleep.]