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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 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."

At Jet's reaction and the pillow to the face -- which he snags quickly -- Albert can't help but laugh. A real laugh too, deep and full of honest mirth as he sets aside the pillow and follows after Jet into the depths of the covers. "You're not going to escape. I have yet to mark my territory thoroughly."

He can't help himself. Flustered Jet is a prize all his own and it warms him more than he cares to admit that even after all these years he still has the ability to turn Jet every shade of red in the spectrum. That he can still get the younger man this out of sorts, enough to call him Heinrich. On his elbows and knees, Albert army-crawls after Jet and manages to pull himself far enough on top of him to kiss the small of his back, his towel having been left behind in the fray.

"Yeah? And what if I don't want you 'marking your territory?'" It was said so pouty that he obviously didn't mean it, but just in case there was any doubt, he rolled over when he felt the kiss at his back and moved so he could steal those lips with his own instead.

If he was honest, he would actually really enjoy Albert 'claiming' him, it made him feel wanted and just the thought of what that might entail made his heart race a little. Damn Germans and their damn sex appeal.

"You have five minutes to show me what you have in mind before I kick you out for being an ass." Nevermind it was Albert's bed, it was an empty threat anyway.

"Only five minutes? Well, if you're in the mood for quick and dirty..."

The kiss he takes from Jet is so heated it's as if he's literally trying to steal the younger man's breath away. He keeps Jet there bodily, his arms on either side of his partner with forearms braced against the mattress, sheets and blanket filtering the bright morning light into soft shadows.

Albert moves down a little, kissing at Jet's jaw, his neck, his shoulder. Kisses turn to nibbles and finally a sharp and hard suck at the curve where neck meets shoulder, something that will definitely leave a mark. He presses his thumb over the angry red welt that greets his eyes when he moves his head away enough to admire his handiwork. "Now the world will know you're mine."

He shifts up again to press another kiss to Jet's lips, encompassing like before but somehow with a softer quality, the gentle affection he'd been afraid to show the night before. Words whisper as he breaks the kiss but nothing else, staying in close contact and reveling at the warmth of Jet's skin. "I missed you."

Albert doesn't even need two minutes to have Jet panting lightly and getting that feeling of electricity running along his skin. The kiss pulls his breath from him and a gasp as Albert marks him. It's the verbal claim that has the color sticking to his cheeks and shiver shooting down his spine as a current spreads from the German's finger through the blond.

But then Albert demonstrates one of Jet's favorite things about him: how he can be stable and reliable while also having just enough spontaneity to keep Jet on his toes. At least for him. He was generally pretty good at guessing the older cyborg's thought process but there were times when he didn't follow and it made the things Albert said seem out of left field.

But it made him smile.

His hands came up to cup Albert's cheeks, all the love and care he had for the older man there in his face. "I missed you too. But...now I have you...and you have me. For as long as you'll keep me." He leaned up for another kiss, this time only breaking away to move his lips, though not far enough to stop them from still brushing Albert's. "I guess you've earned more than five minutes."

"I'll always keep you." He'd never said that before, such a concrete expression of intent. 'Always' was such a definite thing and when they'd been running from Black Ghost, when Jet had died the first time, it was an unspoken line between them that 'always' might not really be always and it would just hurt too much if they tried at it and failed. But it had hurt anyway, and here they are again with a second chance, a third chance, and there's no way in hell Albert's going to waste it.

He kisses back, then turns his head to kiss Jet's palm, then nibbles gently at his fingers. "Perhaps I should mark you for each year I intend to keep you." He sucks at the tip of Jet's index finger, raising an eyebrow as he draws it slowly across his tongue before speaking again.

"I'm not sure there's enough of you for me to cover with that much." But that doesn't mean he won't try.

Albert saying he'd always keep Jet so plainly took his words for a moment and Albert sucking on his fingers didn't help. He'd meant what he said but he hadn't expected so concrete a word like 'always.' He was hardly complaining.

He managed a playful smirk. "I don't think there is. Besides, I have a better idea for where your lips should be."

Jet leaned up to capture his partner's lips with his own, his tongue diving into the other's mouth as one hand found the nape of Albert's neck and the other planted itself on the older man's hip. He took advantage of the distraction to let his thigh slip between Albert's legs and gently begin to rub up against him.

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