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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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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.

Something's different. Something's wrong and it snaps Albert's eyes open in the middle of the night.

It's not Jet's presence; he'd slipped into the comfort of that like an old glove. No, it's stillness of the blond on his chest, the fact that he hadn't moved since they nodded off hours before. Once upon a time Jet had been an unruly sleeper. He would toss off the covers or steal them, legs akimbo and arms ranging from YMCA to red rover. Inevitably Albert would wake up with a hand on his face or from the noise of Jet getting up to get water or visit the toilet in the wee hours. But now...

It's the lack of disturbance that worries him. Jet had been so full of life even in sleep before he left and now he's still and quiet and Albert finds himself putting a hand in front of his mouth just to see if the blond is still breathing. His voice comes out in a course concerned whisper. "Jet?"

"...Mmm?" He's slow to respond, his voice thick with comfortable sleep. He wasn't a heavy sleeper, even just Albert rolling over in the night would often wake him even if only for a moment. Consequently, he rarely slept very deeply; this was one of those rare nights and it showed in how he was slower to respond--though respond immediately, he did--and how it took him just a moment longer than usual to become fully alert. "What is it? What's wrong?"

He shifted, trying to think of what it could be and the thought he hadn't really moved in a while crossed his mind and made him wonder if maybe some part of Albert was falling asleep and he needed the taller cyborg to change positions. "Do you need me to move?"

"No, I'm just surprised you haven't." He can't quite banish the worry from his face and so he tries to hide it instead, kissing Jet's forehead gently and forcing a thin laugh. Really he's worrying over nothing. It's funny, isn't it? "I was checking to see if you were alive, you were so still."

Something clicks in Albert's mind as soon as the words are said, something that he had missed somehow in thinking it. That's why he was worried. Jet used to sleep as if on a boat in the midst of a storm with all he tossed and turned, but now he sleeps like the dead.

His arms tighten a little around his partner.

"Oh..." He hadn't been in someone else's bed in so long that it hadn't even really occurred to him that the change would be noticed, but of course it would be. Jet knew how he used to sleep, like the whole bed belonged to him and he'd travel all around it even in his dozing but now he moved maybe once or twice and that was it.

If anything, he would think Albert would be happy with a change like that so he didn't wake up to the American's hand in his face or something. But with the admittance that Albert had checked to see if he was alive...he could see why the poorly hidden concern was there in his partner's face.

His hands came up and held the sides of Albert's face as he leaned in to give a deep and slow kiss, his arms wrapping around the silver head to hold Albert close once he'd pulled away again.

"Sorry. It just sort of happened over the years; I still wake up at the drop of a pin, but I stopped tossing and turning all over the place. I didn't really think about it.." Or else maybe he would have mentioned it and spared his lover the fear that had his grip around the blond tightening like that.

"I'm fine, I promise." Another apology was just on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it in lighter kisses sprinkled on Albert's face in an attempt to chase away that worry and to continue to silently apologize for the whole reason Albert would even feel the need to check for vital signs in Jet.

"Alright." He settles back a bit, arms still around Jet but more loosely as he tries to relax. There's something still bothering him though, something that will make it difficult to get back to sleep unless he brings it up now despite his fatigue.

"Has anything else changed?"

Jet tried to think through his habits and things he used to do to see if they were different now, but he'd been by himself for so long with only people who didn't know him as company that it wouldn't surprise him if something had changed he hadn't noticed.

He knew he had changed over all, but that much was obvious and clearly it wasn't so bad that Albert couldn't take him back over it. Though it did still make him a little nervous.

Instead, he smiled, one thing coming to mind at least. "Don't die of shock, but I get up before noon without even needing an alarm. The trade-off being that I drink a lot more coffee than I used to."

He rested his head on Albert's chest again, the smile fading a bit. "Just have a little patience...I don't think there's anything else, but I might not be thinking of something. I know you're not a fan of surprises."

Jet's irreverent tone gets Albert to crack a little smile. That change may well be good considering Albert's an early riser; perhaps now he can share his mornings with Jet. Discuss the paper over coffee, maybe even cook breakfast for the both of them. If he has to guess, Jet's likely been living on fast food and take out for the last three decades.

"We'll figure it out." Albert runs a hand through Jet's hair softly, a meditative gesture as he realizes he's already grown comfortable with Jet fitting back into his life. It might be a dangerous thing but it feels right and comfortable and the emotional weight on his chest is lifted with the literal weight of his partner settling to go back to sleep. "I'm sorry for waking you."

Jet placed a small kiss on Albert's chest then settled again, his breathing already beginning to even out as he answered. "S'fine. Go back to sleep."

In the morning, he would sneak into the shower with the German and have breakfast with him and generally attempt to glue himself to Albert's side, but for now he just wanted to stay wrapped up in each other's arms for as long as possible. He closed his eyes and subtly nuzzled into his partner's chest a bit before his usual dozing state took over.

Even if that was Jet's plan for them, Albert inadvertently foiled it by rolling out of bed early and trudging into the bathroom for a shower before his partner was fully awake. He's sore but it's a good soreness just as he'd predicted, and the hot water helps considerably to leave him with just the happy glow of the night before. And also something of a sting, he realizes as he lathers up.

Rinsing off and stepping out of the shower, Albert fastens a towel low around his hips and goes back out into the bedroom so he can face away from the full length mirror against the wall and turn his head to see his back, somewhat amused to see a labyrinth of scratches and lines where Jet had clung to him the night before, the physical remains of their tryst. The German can't help but let out a short laugh at the sight.

He'd awoken when Albert had gotten up, but it hadn't occurred to him just what the older cyborg was doing until he heard the water start. Then the blond made a displeased sound and rolled over, deciding he 'd have to sneak into Albert's shower another time.

He dozed like that until the German emerged. It was the laugh that had him turning back over to face Albert. He couldn't see the mirror or his partner's back from this angle, but he could see the hickeys and bite marks he'd left and that put a pleased little smile on his face. "What's so funny?"

With a sardonic grin Albert turns so the blond can admire his handywork. Several sets of clawlike scrapes crisscross the synthetic skin covering the German's back creating a patchwork effect of red lines, some of which are still a bit raw. Albert puta his hands on his hips, looking at his partner's reflection rather than turning. "I've been mauled by a wild beast."

Jet's face instantly heated in his embarrassment and he snatched up one if the pillows to throw it at Albert, aiming for the back of that silver head.

"Shut up! Whatever it's your own fault."

He grabbed the sheets and yanked them in around himself like they could hide him from the admittedly impressive claw marks he'd left. It had definitely been a good night...so good he hadn't even been aware of exactly how well the description of 'attacked' applied. Between the scratches and the bruises, Albert looked like he'd ended up in the middle of a fight with a large cat rather than having slept with Jet.

He sees the pillow coming for him in the mirror's reflection but he's too overcome with laughter already to stop it. The pillow bounces off the back of his head, making his still-wet hair stand on end where it impacted. "How is it my fault? They're your claw marks."

Still chuckling, Albert turns and crawls back on the bed, leaning over Jet with an air of smug affection. "Though you didn't come out of the battle unscathed." He leans in further, peeling the edge of the sheet away to kiss over the dark bruises he'd left on Jet's shoulders.

"Because." It was a petulant response, but it was all he was going to give when the answer was because Albert was ridiculously attractive and Jet hadn't been in his bed in so long that Jet had felt the need to reclaim what was his. Yeah that definitely wasn't leaving his mouth.

The kiss on his shoulder makes him shift and roll over so he can wrap long fingers behind damp silver hair and pull the older cyborg into a deep but brief kiss. When he broke it, a smirk played at his lips as playfulness crept into his tone. "I'm not sorry."

"Mmm... No need to be sorry." He sits on Jet's hips, the towel making no idle threat of slipping from his waist with all the movement. An equally playful smile crosses his own lips as he adopts an academic air, running his hands on Jet's hips and feeling the minute dips of the panel creases there. "You were just marking your territory. It's a very basic animal instinct."

Jet's face skips shades of pink and instantly goes bright screaming red, blue eyes widening at being called out on what he was thinking. Also the being called an animal thing.

Lightning quick, he has the remaining pillow shoved into Albert's face before diving further under the sheets and pulling them firmly over his head. "Get out of here, Heinrich! Go make your coffee or whatever."

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