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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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Even before his mouth is freed, there's moans and groans that escape Jet and once Albert breaks the kiss, there's nothing stopping them from pouring out into the room. It's too much and perfect all at once and the blond feels like he just might lose his mind from it and he can't find it in him to care.

Albert shoves himself hard and deep into Jet and a sharp cry escapes the younger man. It was a little on the rougher side but he found he liked it and wouldn't actually mind if Albert did it again. In fact, he really wanted Albert to do it again.

"Al...I need...do that again. I need you..."

He was already so close, he had little doubt he'd come undone if only Albert plowed into him like that again.

Every noise from Jet is an intoxicant and Albert's ears drink them down greedily, especially the breathless demand for more. He isn't just wanted, he's needed. He's necessary or they'd be a diminished whole, and that thought makes his chest squeeze and flutter and he pulls out almost completely so as to fulfill said request.

Only he takes his hand and holds Jet's cock tightly as he shoves his weight into Jet again, his metal fingers forming a ring around the base to prevent him from finishing yet, to keep Jet pliant and wanting because there's still a vindictive streak in Albert yet and he means to satisfy it before letting this end.

He shivers as Albert pulls back and cries out loudly, back arching a bit, when the German shoves back in. Only then does he notice the tightness around him and how the pressure built up in him that should have been released in a mind-numbing orgasm remained.

small whimper of need he would never admit to uttering escaped him as he lay gasping. A frustrated glare was directed at the older man as soon as Jet was able and when he finally found his voice, it was a near growl tinted by an undercurrent of desperation. "Albert...please."

"You should hate me for how much I love to hear you beg." Albert's lips latch onto Jet's neck, his weight pushing forward and grinding into his lover so deeply he could swear he's reached the point where he can go no further. He bites gently, running the edges of his teeth against the marks he'd left the night before, leaving others to join them. Finally, when he can feel Jet squirming against him, clutching at him with the muscles inside, the German moves his hand away and resumes the heavy, driving pace of before, panting desperately and trembling sooner than he expected.

"Jet, jetzt, I can't.." He scrambles for breath, his hips seeming to take a mind of their own in their pounding and he digs bruises into the American's lighter flesh for how hard he's trying to hold himself back so they can come together.

"Ah-!! aah--Albert!" From the moment he could feel the German pressing in as deeply as Jet's body could even go, the bites along his neck and then the continued pounding of his partner's body into his, every inch of Jet is blinding pleasure and white and he's hardly aware of the sounds he makes or the way his hands find new purchase on the German and leave angry crescent marks in whatever real or fake skin they find under them.

He's going to come and the only thought he can vaguely string together is that he wants Albert to as well. "Al..Al, C-come for me...in me..God-"

His back arched again and his nails only dug in more as he tightened around his lover and let those waves of mindless pleasure carry him over the edge and into a thoughtless white haze.

The moment Jet's back arches and he claws into Albert's shoulders is the moment when the German reaches the end of his endurance. He lets go into Jet, gasping and shuddering in waves as he pulses inside, holding onto his partner for dear life in a grip he can't loosen until he finds himself collapsed on top of the blond, dizzy and gasping for air.

And a funny thing happens.

A sense of peacefulness washes over Albert, a piece of mind he'd been reaching for since he let Jet stay. In this moment everything is right, a peaceful, and perfect. Nothing else exists but himself and his partner, a tired and sated tangle of organic and in organic limbs. It prompts Albert to leave a small trail of miniature kisses on the part of Jet under his lips, light and gentle and happy.

He feels like he'll never catch his breath again and everything seems overly warm and they're a mess of sweat, tangled limbs and tangled sheets, but as a whole it's perfect. Everything is perfect because it's how it should be.

Arms that have a slight tremble to them lace around the broader man and clutch him as tightly as they can to the blond's chest in what could easily be called a possessive embrace. He doesn't feel like he has anything left to prove in 'reclaiming' the older man, but that feeling of needing to challenge the universe to take this away from him probably wouldn't subside for a while yet. Especially not with how soaked in happiness he was.

"I don't think I'll be able to move for a week thanks to you...hope you're gonna take responsibility for that."

Edited 2014-03-24 18:20 (UTC)

"You're on your own, I can't move either," Albert breathes in a low chuckle against Jet's chest, pink around his ears. "Not that it's a bad place to be."

Albert's content to lay here atop Jet for the foreseeable future, head tucked under Jet's chin and cheek smushed up against his clavicle. It probably doesn't look comfortable in the slightest but the German wouldn't trade it for the world's softest feather pillow. He can hear Jet's heart beat gradually slowing to a more natural rhythm and he feels as if his whole body is in concert with that beat. At the very least his own heart is, tapping out in tandem with his partner.

A tired scoff escapes the blond and one of his hands slip up to slowly run through silver hair. "Guess you can stay here a while. Although you're probably going to need another shower now."

Jet definitely needed one. Although he seriously wondered how mobile he was going to be after what they'd just done. Of course, it would probably only be worse later.

"Maybe we shouldn't wait on that one."

"Or a bath," Albert muses. His apartment is fairly utilitarian but one thing he'd splurged on after being granted a shiny new government salary was an obnoxiously large tub complete with jets, almost like a hot tub. Everything else is normal, if more modern than it used to be in his old apartment, but the bathroom is basically palatial.

And the idea of sinking down in hot soapy water with Jet still in his lap sounds like the very best idea he's ever had.

"Hmm...yeah, a bath sounds nice."

Soaking in hot water would probably do them both some good as a subtle ache started to make itself known in his hips and ass. He was sure there were parts of Albert where Jet had held on too tightly that would benefit as well.

"You're gonna have to get off of me, though."

"Nn, how terrible," but even so Albert kisses Jet's chin and neck, far gentler than he'd been only moments ago, and rises from the bed to go start the tub filling. He makes no effort to cover himself as he would have in the past, just pads into the bathroom brazen as you please and leaves the door wide open. Soon, steam from the hot water comes wafting through the door and Albert reappears to lean in the door frame with a playful but somehow genuinely happy smirk on his face.

"Going to join me?"

Jet was happy to watch his bare partner saunter off towards the bathroom, half stuck where he was for the stiffness settling in his legs, hips and back and half for want of another glimpse of the older man. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, strictly speaking, but that didn't mean he didn't want to watch as long as possible.

Of course, once Albert had returned and leaned on the doorway, just seeing him there in nothing but the steam settling in behind him sent a thrill through him that went straight to his crotch. If only they weren't both still recovering.

Jet climbed off the bed a little stiffly and followed his partner into the bathroom, stealing a hard and deep kiss before the older man could climb into the tub. As soon as Albert was settled, Jet climbed in after him and settled in against him with a contented sigh.

"Too bad we can't stay here forever."

"Not in the bath, no, but here together..." Albert trails off, knowing this is the complete opposite of how they'd started the night before, with the German unknowing of if he could really handle a renewed relationship with so many unanswered variables. But even that seems an age ago, and here recovering from the night's passions and this morning's exertions, nothing else matters but how much he wants the man in his arms to stay there.

"Stay with me."

Jet turned his face to find Albert's eyes with his own.

"Seriously?"

He leaned up and pressed a simple kiss to the older man's lips, a smile breaking out across his own.

"I'll stay. Promise. I'll stay as long as you want me to."

He was done going off and trying to play some lone wolf crap, he wanted to be here, with his family, -with Albert- for as long as possible.

That kiss, that joy that clearly spreads across Jet's features just at the simple request that he stay, equally spreads warmth through Albert's chest. This is what he wanted, what he's wanted for so long, and it seems so silly now that he would have denied himself out of fear and lack of trust. This is Jet, for goodness sake, and whatever his sins, whatever hurt, he'd never make a promise without well and truly meaning it.

Jet means to stay.

Albert means to let him.

He returns that kiss with every affection, securing his arms tighter around his partner.

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