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Til the siren come calling

"We appreciate your hard work. We have one last mission for you."

The words rang through his mind and made him burn with anger and betrayal. He tried to make his body move, to force it to get up and fight back, to stop the Lazarus from doing whatever it was about to do as it approached, but he couldn't move except to squirm and flinch.

The zombie cyborg knelt down beside him and put a hand on his head, tilting it back to expose his neck as something bit into the human skin there. He watched as Void left the room, unconcerned with what was going on behind him and Jet's thoughts slowly slipped away. Then there was something else in his head. A voice was whispering to him, a familiar voice..someone he could trust; there was nothing but that voice and it's reminder how there was someone who betrayed him...no, multiple someones, people he'd trusted and thought wanted him around but were just using him, he needed to get back at them.

Istanbul. That was where they were.

'Go! Go! Traitors don't deserve to live anyway.' It whispered and he listened. His jets burned hot as they propelled him into the sky, indiscriminate of the building around him, it didn't matter, there was no time to waste.

He flew as fast as he could for the Gilmore Foundation.

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His smirk only widens and he presses a kiss to Albert's cheek in thanks for the permission to continue with what he'd been doing. He decided to start over since he hadn't gotten far before. His lips, tongue and a subtle graze of teeth worked Albert's jawline and neck. He didn't pause as he went lower and skin turned to metal, simply took the addition of teeth away and let tongue and lips do all the work.

He didn't leave an inch of Albert's exposed chest unappreciated, his hands doing the job of his lips down the older cyborg's arms, his left hand catching and entwining itself with Albert's right once it got there.

Every bit of metal and synthetic skin was treated to kisses and sucks laced with as much adoration as there was desire, and every bit of skin received the same along with the gentle sting of teeth nipping at the soft surface.

Jet only paused once he'd reached the elastic barrier Jet had left behind in their disrobing. He left simple kisses along the skin there, fingers sliding down past Albert's hips to his thighs and up to slip his fingers under the cloth on the German's thighs until they found the curve of Albert's ass.

Not even five seconds after Albert decides to let Jet have his way and the younger man already pulls an adoring smile from the German at his enthusiastic kiss-on-the-cheek thank you. It's cute, in contrast to how wildly seductive he'd found the initial come on, and makes him simply want to gather Jet up and hold him instead of anything more strenuous.

And then lips and teeth and tongue all start their tracing and he's thrown once again back the other way, dragging soft pants and gentle moans from the older cyborg as goosebumps rise on his skin, real and synthetic alike, under Jet's soft lips.

Albert doesn't seem to know what to do with his own hands during all this. The thing to do would be to lay them on Jet but he knows his own impulsive need for control would lead him to guide the blond and that's not what he's aiming for here. Instead he rests one forearm over his eyes, the other hand on the blanket under him, occasionally pawing in the peaks of the fabric when Jet hits a particularly sensitive spot; with the upgraded synth skin and nerve net, there are more of those to find.

Long fingers sneaking up the backs of his legs and under the stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs gives him a shiver, one hand groping for Jet's shoulder as those fingers nip into soft cheeks. The stretch of the garment with Jet's hands adding to the bulk puts pressure on his crotch, which after all the careful attention is cut in sharp relief under the straining fabric; full and almost embarrassingly at attention.

It might be embarressing to Albert but Jet takes it as a good sign that he hasn't lost the ability to get Albert's body doing what he wants. It also lends to the observation that the other man is a lot more sensitive than he used to be, likely thanks to the new synthskin that wasn't there before. There was a pang of regret that he hadn't been there for that particular event, something he would have stayed at Albert's side for, but he pushed it away; there was nothing he could do about that now, he could only try to make up for it.

And his first step in 'making up for it' was to torment and tease. His fingers kneaded and stroked soft skin as his lips came down to kiss along the bulging fabric. They were gentle kiss, but they were followed by the light scrap of teeth along the German's length.

He finally allowed the older cyborg some amount of relief by pulling away and removing his fingers so he could use them to pull the remaining fabric down and off flesh and metal legs.

Jet took a moment to pause and go slower, hands tracing back up Albert's legs from his ankles until they found skin beneath them again, then he was planting more nips and kisses at the soft skin over thighs and hips. He lefted one leg up to get access to the paler skin on the inside of Albert's thigh and gave it the same treatment Jet had given his neck.

He wanted nothing more than to make this quick and dirty and leave them both spent and tired in each other's arms, but he also wanted to show he could take care of Albert, that he could slow down and give the older man the attention he deserved, so every move was meticulously slow and gentle and precise.

Except when he got to Albert's hip where he bit harder than he had anywhere else and sucked at the skin until it turned an angry red under his attentions. There was one thing that had danced at the back of Jet's head off and on since he'd come back to his family, a childish part of him that found company in that old insecurity he'd never been able to shake when they'd been together before.

Other than one time when he'd been kissed by someone--the moment he realized he wouldn't be kissing anyone again unless it was the German under him--Jet hadn't been with anyone else. He didn't know if that was the case for Albert, he couldn't even really expect him to have avoided hook-ups with others, nor even blame him if he hadn't; it was a very human desire.

But that didn't mean he wanted to ask, he didn't want to know if the answer was anything but what he wanted to hear, so he did what he could to make himself feel better and that meant marking the older man as thoroughly as he could, marking him as belonging to Jet alone and the abused hip was just the start.

Childish, maybe, definitely possessive and silly, but he couldn't find it in him to be put off by that either. He knew what he wanted, the one person he wanted to call 'his' over anyone else, so he wasn't going to be shy about it.

There were two others, when one or two months had turned to three or four years and anger had faded through sadness and completely into apathy. At the three years and two months mark there was a woman in his division, a history buff with an old soul, glasses and chocolate brown hair. They'd had drinks after she graduated from specialized training and one thing lead to another. Neither of them got off and he rarely saw her after.

The other was a man, fire red hair and freckles, his eyes striking blue and his mouth disjointed from his thoughts in that it kept running even when he should be silent. Albert didn't even notice the similarities until he called the wrong name in bed.

It's a sad little history and he doesn't want to share it, ashamed of it as he is. If Jet asked he wouldn't lie, so he just prays the blond never asks. It doesn't matter, not now. It's so far from his mind in this moment that he may well have ceased to exist during those years apart and only came back into being the moment His Voice surfaced.

Maybe that's a divine gift too.

He gasps and mewls to the ceiling as Jet runs his tongue and fingers, still practiced at everything that makes Albert squirm even after so long. Or it could just be that Albert's more sensitive, or that he's wanted to feel Jet's breath and eyes and everything on him for so long that even the teasing is threatening to push him over the edge.

At the bite and angry suck on his hip, Albert cries raggedly into the room, fingers fisting in the sheets as he forces himself to stay still even with the guilty thrill bowing his spine just a little. He deserves it, the rough treatment, wants it if it's at Jet's hands. If he's a map of bruises and marks when the night is over, he'll still be a happy man.

Silver eyes trace over gold hair, Albert craning his neck to see what his lover is doing, to witness the beginning of his own branding and to try and cratch his breath; he's already panting hard. "That feels good."

Jet kissed the mark and smiled. "Good."

The inside of Albert's opposite thigh was next, receiving the rough treatment followed by gentle licks and kisses to sooth the tender skin. The German's waistline was next, followed by the synth skin over his stomach and on each side of his chest. His partner's neck recieved even more attention, Jet's actions slower and more precise as he bit softer but sucked harder and lavished it in kisses and licks.

For now, he would make Albert drown in the feeling, later he could discover that Jet had placed it just high enough to make covering it very difficult if not impossible. Let the world see what it was Jet was declaring with every scrap of his attention.

His hands found their metal counterparts and tangled organic and inorganic together as the blond stole a deep and rough kiss, something that would leave both of their lips bruised.

Each nip gets a gasp, each bite a honeyed cry, and every suck and lick and kiss a pant or breath to call its own. He's so rarely vocal but everywhere Jet touches, everywhere Jet even looks feel electric and sensitive, a live current from Jet's tongue or fingertips directly through all his nerves. Even on the synthetic skin where sensation used to be dulled it's all now in sharp focus.

Even Jet's fingers curled in his cause a pulsing warmth, a feeling that spreads through his chest and makes his mechanical heart beat faster. With one hand he grasps tighter, holding on for life, with the other he escapes to weave the metal fingers through the short strands at Jet's nape, pulling the blond just that much more into the passionate kiss so the world - at least for that moment - consists only of clicking teeth, warring tongues, and their fingers twined in each others' tightly.

Albert responding with just as much exuberance steals his breath away and makes it hard for the younger cyborg to pull away and continue as planned. When he finally does, it's after thoroughly tormenting Albert's lower lip with his teeth.

His hand stays entangled with the metal one it held while his free hand skated down the German's body before settling just over one of those metal kneecaps. As fun as it had been to tease, Jet decided to go a different route and skip any more preamble.

Kiss-bruised lips closed around the German as Jet took him into his mouth and gave one, long, hard suck which led right into the blond bobbing his head slowly up and down the length.

His lip throbs when Jet decides to move away and a small whimper follows it. He has a vague idea of what the blond has in mind and it seems perfect but it also seems terrible in that he can't kiss Jet from there. The hand tangled in Jet's hair goes with as the blond lowers himself and takes Albert in one long swallow, ripping a sharp cry from Albert's throat and forcing him to curl his fingers roughly in the American's hair. He tremble and tries not to squirm as Jet bobs his head.

"Jet.. Jet, please, it's too--" Too fast, too good, too much? All of the above? He can't put words together in the right order, just helplessly and unsuccessfully try and catch his breath.

Jet's hand rubs gently at the unmarked skin further up Albert's thigh as his other one squeezes his partner's tightly and then lets go to rest on the synthetic skin over the German's stomach. Not only did it give him a chance to feel muscle move and strain as the older cyborg's body reacted, but it gave him better support to slide in on Albert's leg and then slip between them to fondle and grope and continue his adventure in torment.

His mouth slowly slipped up as though to remove itself, but he stopped at the tip and lavished attention there, sucking and licking punctuated by the occasional and very light brush of teeth.

And then he pulled away, his lips quirking into a smile while the hand between Albert's legs continued to stroke. "Tell me what you want, Al and I'll do it."

Jet's hand is everywhere and Albert shifts and twitches with each new roll of fingers over him, each suck and press of tongue. There may have been others but it had all been at least ten years ago. More if he could spare the thought, not that he can in the position he's in right now. His hand remains in Jet's, but the other withdraws from that soft blond hair to press its palm against Albert's eyes, overwhelmed beyond measure and a heat building so quickly he nearly gasps at it.

And then it dies down, hovering just above a simmer as Jet softly, gently runs fingers along his inner thighs and between his legs, more to keep him where he is than to build him up. Albert's not certain if he's relieved or disappointed that the sweet torment's abated for now.

"um Gottes Willen..." It's under his breath, but the words reach Jet's ears as a plaintively frustrated 'For God's sake...' He sucks in a shuddering breath, solid length twitching again under Jet's long fingers. What does he want? To slow down, make this last? It's tempting, but Jet's so far and as much as his work had been winding Albert up, he'd rather the possessive slight pain of what went before, of teeth and marks. He wants to be branded, wants to be surrounded in all consuming need, filled with it from himself and Jet.

He has to crane a little, but he manages to tug Jet back up and on top of him, pulling those still moist and bruised lips against his own in a feverish kiss that makes his chest flutter. He can taste himself, his own desire for the very man he's kissing and so he's panting slightly when he lets his head fall back on the pillow. "I want you inside me. And I want it rough."

Jet felt a thrill rush through him hearing those words so blunt and full of mental images that only turned him on more. He leaned down for a brief, feather-light kiss. "You got it."

He knelt between Albert's legs, one hand beginning to work on removing Jet's briefs as he stuck two if his own fingers in his mouth. As soon as they were coated enough, he pressed them into his partner, pumping and stretching him as Jet disrobed. Albert had said rough, but Jet wasn't willing to just go at it without at least this minimal preparation.

As soon as he decided it was enough, his fingers withdrew and he grabbed Albert's legs to prop them on his shoulders. The blond positioned himself and pressed just the very tip in before pausing. He gave one last gentle kiss to the inside of the older man's thigh, wrapped his hands around marked and unmarked hips and sought out silver eyes before pushing into the German's body, not stopping until he was all the way in.

Rather than pause and wait for Albert to adjust, he took up a slow and careful pace. It wasn't just consideration for his lover that he started slow, it was the overwhelming flood of sensation and emotion that threatened to drown him before they'd even really begun.

Being inside Albert, being this close with the person he loved again after so long and so many nights thinking about him...it made everything just that much more powerful. "Albert.."

Even that preparation is somewhat rough after nearly three decades of nothing. He may have taken others to bed but neither had been allowed to see Albert fully undressed, let alone be inside him in any capacity. But Jet's slick fingers are welcome and a breathy moan accompanies their stretch and pull. It stings a little, just at first, but it's not long before Albert is ready.

Even just the head of Jet's cock inside him pulls a shuddering gasp from Albert, the cyborg bending his knees at Jet's shoulders as the blond pushes into him in one long thrust, slow and powerful and so good to the point where Albert has to break eye contact for his eyes to roll back in his head and shut, just for a moment. With one hand he slides his fingers against Jet's on his hip, not trying to break his grip but still trying to touch, to keep that connection even with the sensations rocking over him like unceasing waves.

"Jet..." God, he wants to kiss those lips but with his legs on Jet's shoulders and Jet's hands on his hips he'd have to bend exceedingly far to manage and he doesn't have the leverage from his position. The blond does though, and Albert likes the idea of being folded double under his lover, sandwiched between him and the bed as Jet thrusts into him, owning him from top to bottom.

If he can just get the words out over the climbing pace of his breathing. "Jet, kiss me. I want you, please..."

His thrusts were long and slow as he pulled out a generous amount before pushing back in and he would have been happy with that for a little longer, but then Albert was asking to be kissed and his lips tingled at the thought of pressing them to the German's and suddenly, he needed that more than any kind of pace he was setting.

Jet stopped his movements momentarily while he was buried in the other man with a bit of a hiss, then set to slowly bending over his lover to mash their lips together in a hungry, possessive kiss. His hands slid up to find Albert's forearms, gripping them as tightly as he could so he could use that as leverage as he began moving again, this time with quick, deep, thrusts.

That press hurts just a bit but it's a good hurt. Everything he's feeling right now is good, no matter what it is. Feeling in general after he'd spent years trying to stop feels good. Liberating.

He bends his arms, fingers finding purchase against Jet's elbows and gripping tightly, tumbling into the kiss with as much fervor as it was given. He sucks and pushes, even biting Jet's lower lip with a small tug, not enough to draw blood but enough to feel it sting before his tongue is again exploring Jet's throat. He breathes quickly and sharply through his nose, bucking at particularly hard thrusts and moaning even as he keeps his lip lock, vibrating against those pulsing slick lips.

He hisses a at the bite on his lip, but never once stops putting as much into the kiss as he can. Every moan Jet swallows and licks away with an eager tongue, claiming every inch of Albert's mouth as his own once more.

That was what he was doing here, it was more than just taking care of Albert and giving them both something they hadn't had in a long time, a closeness they both so obviously needed, it was Jet reclaiming what he'd walked away from. He'd left everything that mattered to him and now that it was being offered back to him, he was going to take it and never let it go again.

Albert's taste, every sound he made, each panted breath against Jet's skin, the feeling of metal digging into his skin, the feeling of their bodies sliding against each other, he'd missed all of it. But now Albert was giving him a chance to have it all again and the younger cyborg wasn't going to pass up claiming every inch of the man beneath him.

Jet made several more hard thrusts before slowing his pace so he could shift. His fingers released his partner's arms and he slid metal knees from his shoulders so Albert's legs were around Jet's waist instead, all while still buried in him.

His hands took a moment to run over the broader-built body, nails dragging along in choice spots, before settling in a tight grip on Albert's hips. He pulled out of the kiss with some amount of disappointment, giving the older man a chance to breath as Jet peppered kisses and grazes of teeth along his chest. Then his lips were back along Albert's jaw and bruised lips as he whispered huskily, "Let me know if it's too much, I want to make you feel good while I'm taking you, not go too far." He gave another kiss and the fingers on Albert's hips dug in sharply, lifting his hips more to angle his body just right so Jet could start moving again, thrusting deeply into Albert's body.

It didn't stay like that long though, the depth never changed but soon Jet's pace was faster than before as he slammed into his lover, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Jet was always an enthusiastic lover but this, this is different. This is possessive and wild and every bit what Albert wanted but could never ask for. It's a rough and tumble embrace, passionate and overpowering but still careful and with an undercurrent of affection. Even as he's crying out at Jet pounding him into the mattress, even as his metallic fingers dig into Jet's back for purchase and bite into synthetic skin, he doesn't feel any less cared for. On the contrary, he feels wanted, needed even, and that's what he's been missing all this time.

There's no protests from him, simply ragged gasps and unbridled moans as he scrabbles at Jet with his hands and tries desperately not to drown in the waves of hard pleasure Jet drives into him by inches. "Oh Gott, Jet--!"

As long as the sounds he hears are nothing negative, his pace is unrelenting. Albert had said he wanted it rough and Jet intended to deliver, his goal being to make moving--much less, walking--a difficult task.

"Ah...Albert-!!...I need you..." He wasn't usually so distinctly vocal, but he also didn't usually plow into his partner like he was trying to bruise him either. But the last part, whispered out as a sigh against Albert's collarbone as long fingers migrated from hips to the top of the German's shoulders to get better leverage, the claim of need was a hundred percent honest in ways that went beyond physical.

Jet needed Albert like people needed air and water. Jet needed Albert the way he needed his freedom: he wasn't himself without him.

And he needed to show Albert that, that he wasn't just wanted, that this wasn't just two people getting off after years without, this was Jet claiming his place by Albert's side and daring the universe to tell him otherwise.

"Albert...don't hold back even a little. I...want to hear you."

"Ah--!!" Another impassioned cry is torn from Albert's throat, rattled by the relentless thrusts of Jet inside him, filling him up so very full until he can't tell where Jet ends and he begins. He feels hot all over, his natural and synthetic skin burning with each touch, burning out of desire. His head drops back and he moans again, panting and teetering, a guttural noise of mindless pleasure.

"Gott...Gott Jet, don't stop. I'm so--" His chest heaves with another breath, trying to fill his lungs despite the pressure on every inch, both of lust and fulfillment, of fitting back together with the one person in the world who cares for him like that, so fits with him like a puzzle. "Don't stop.."

His nails dug viciously into the synthetic skin on Albert's shoulders, something he wasn't even aware he was doing, he just knew that Albert was close and so was he and he needed the purchase as he sacrificed some speed for harder thrusts.

"Al...oh God..." His voice was breathy and he placed their cheeks together so he could whisper in Albert's ear as he had done over the course of the evening. "Come for me, Albert...I want to see you--feel you let go."

The kiss he pressed to Albert's cheek was soft and sweet, completely different from what his body was doing. "I've got you."

He didn't know where his words were coming from, except maybe years pent up and waiting for an outlet, but he didn't try to stem them either. He was too far gone to be self-conscious or care at this point, he just wanted to feel Albert tensing under and around him as he came and hear him gasp and shudder and do all the things he remembered of his lover.

He can't breathe, can't think, everything's white and waves of sensation and Jet's ramming into him hard but the blond's voice is gentle and loving. He's undone and remade all at once, gasping and scraping at Jet for every shred of contact, every word, every breath is life. His blunt, hollow fingers dig into the American's shoulder and he lets out a high and primal moan, tensing every iota of muscle, every inch of his body tight and hot and clutching at Jet as if he's the only real and sturdy thing in existence.

In that moment, he is.

Jet continued plowing into his lover's body until he felt Albert tense just as he'd been hoping for, the German's body tight and clutching at all parts of the blond and dragging him over that edge as well.

He buried himself deep as he released hard, a groan tearing through the air while his nails tore down Albert's back as though he could still somehow push them even more into each other at that moment.

Even as he began a slow, drifting decent from that high, the world still ceased to exist outside of the man in his arms. One hand slipped under the German's head to hold as sharp breaths were brushed across the skin of Albert's neck. His other hand moved between them to lazily stroke and pull at Albert, determined to make the other man completely spent and tired.

As soon as his breathing was less heavy, he began to leave lazy and loving kisses on the older man's neck and shoulder. Every movement would be loving and slow after all of that.

Hard gasps rock Albert's frame as he lays there in the aftermath, Jet a reassuring weight on his chest and still filling him even as the fervor fades into a soft affectionate glow. Soon he's being peppered with little kisses, affection and love plain in each light press of lips to his still-fevered skin. He kisses back, small nuzzles into Jet's hair or temple, wherever he can reach without disturbing them too much. His hand finds the one Jet is using to make sure he's complete and tugs it away to hold instead, a soft smile breaking across his face. It's wide and warm and all because of Jet.

All because, after everything, nothing really had changed. They were still in sync with each other, still the melody and tempo of the same song. His back aches and he's sure he's a patchwork of scrapes and marks that he's left twins of on Jet's back too but it almost makes him want to sing with how freeing and relieving it is.

Because he knows for sure, now. Anyone else he could call it just sex but he knows Jet, he knows how Jet works, and there is no doubt in his mind. He whispers into that precious gold hair, hands flat on Jet's back and holding him close as his eyes drop closed, smile still perched on his face.

"I love you."

His arms end up similarly wrapped around Albert, equal parts possessive, protective and adoring, like he's holding something precious. And he is. He's holding everything he ever wanted, the one person who meant more to Jet than anyone else in his life.

He'd never believed in that whole 'other half' crap like someone needed someone else to be a full person. He'd prided himself on being his own person and not needing anyone else, but after twenty seven years without, now he knew what that meant. Time had found them trading pieces of their wholes to each other so that, when they'd parted, those pieces went missing and left holes. But now he had his 'other half' and those holes were filling and he wasn't going to lose them again now that he knew.

"I love you too."

Albert never bought into the idea of another half either, but he recognizes that he'd given Jet a large piece of himself years ago and all feels right with the world now that it's returned and even more comforting that he'd still held his piece of Jet all this time. He just wishes he'd realized sooner but even that doesn't seem like such a big deal in the wake of their reconsummation of their relationship.

Still holding Jet as close as ever, Albert finally relaxes fully, a heavy weariness tugging him towards sleep in the wake of the emotional roller coaster he'd just been riding. He presses kisses to Jet's face and neck for as long as he's conscious but inevitably sleep takes him and leaves him curled in their tangle of limbs, breathing softly and completely restful for the first time in a very long time.

Jet was a little slower to sleep, almost unable to with how it felt to finally be curled around the other man again. He listened to Albert's breathing slow and felt the kisses stop as he drifted off, it was the sound of that new heartbeat that finally pulled Jet into sleep's embrace as well, the sound so different from the whirring he'd grown used to yet still just as comforting.

It was the sound that proved they were both alive and that the blond wasn't simply dreaming.

He did dream, however, they were fragments and snapshots, things from the last few years sewn together with the thread that made all dreams seem to make sense at the time. Good mingled with bad so that neither could really claim his state of mind, leaving him as still and serene as he usually was in sleep. At least it was normal for the last few years. He didn't toss or turn, if he made any movements they were small, the only consistent one being his breathing and the fact he subconsciously refused to be out of contact with his partner.

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