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]

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.]