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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[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.]