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No I don't know where I'm going

Who| Albert and OPEN; then later Albert and Jet
What| Waking up after the arena. Wait, wasn't he dead...? Panicked flinging open of doors ensues. Then a dramatic reunion.
Where| Training center. All over it but starting on Level 3 (especially looking for District-mate CR); then a bar
When| Beginning Week 6
Warnings/Notes| Sex in the ~~champagne room~~ closed thread, just fyi. Gettin' hot and heavy up in there.

One// OPEN

Searing pain.

That's all that Albert remembers as his mind snaps to consciousness. It takes him a moment to realize he's not still in it, that he's not so much charred meat on the walls of a museum gift shop.

It takes him a moment to realize he's alive. Why is he alive?

He breathes raggedly, trying to piece everything together, trying to calm his shocked system and scrambled nerves, trying to focus on something, anything, else.

With a pop of stiff joints, Albert forces himself to sit and take stock. He’s alive after setting off an explosion at point blank. He’s certain he died there in the middle of the gift shop, so then they still have the cloning technology? Or is this an actual revival of his physical body? Worse, does this mean they’ll be reviving him indefinitely? And what does that mean for Jet and the others? He’d seen them only briefly, separating from Pyunma and Joe, finding Chaud and Jet...

Jet.

If he's alive then is it too much to hope that Chaud and Jet are as well? He means to find out.

Throwing off the covers - uncomfortably posh, not only the bed but the entire room done up in a modern sleek design with smooth curves and sharp angles, silk and smooth metal the predominant textures - Albert makes for the door, then the next door he can find. And the next. He winds his way around the building searching blindly, throwing open doors and uncaring to his general dishevelment and gruffly demanding to know what in the hell is going on.

Two// CLOSED

Hours later, after he'd finally calmed down and the poor harassed assistant caught up with him to give him some effects (phone, credit card, etc), Albert finds himself in a bar. It's the only lead he'd gotten in his tearing through the training center and since he has no other earthly idea of where to look in a city so large, it'll have to do. If anything, he can drown himself in a bottle and not have to think about any of it for at least awhile. How they've been brought here to murder each other time and again for entertainment? He can't decide if this is an improvement from Jaden or not.

His heart leaps in his throat when he sees the familiar shock of blond hair bent over the bar, a small collection of shots scattering the area around him. Then there's relief. He's alive. Three times now, three times Jet's died and three times he's returned and Albert has to wonder if his partner is protected by some lucky star.

Or is it unlucky? He's died and come back himself twice now, and it's as unpleasant as it is confusing... And now they, this government in this new place, has full control over their lives. What relief had washed over Albert ebbs a bit at the realization.

Taking a soft breath and exhaling through his nose, Albert slips onto the stool next to Jet at the bar, tapping his credit card to get the keeper's attention and flicking it towards what looks to be the most expensive drink on the wall. If he's going to live and die for their entertainment, he may as well make them pay for it.

As the barman busies himself, Albert silently reaches over and places his hand on Jet's, barely even looking as he does. He says nothing, the drone of the Games on large screens all around permeating the air and making it difficult to think let alone be heard well over the din.

He lets his grip speak for him, tight as a vice but solid and whole and, if he has his way, ever-present.

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"Oh.." Right. Shared living area, like the bungalows back on Mocawa. He's not even certain he's allowed to be down there and while he doesn't rightly care what whoever's in charge thinks about that, there's still the nagging suspicion that they could force him off somewhere if they so decided.

"Perhaps you should just go first." Albert rubs his neck, offering the robe back to his partner so he doesn't have to get dirty again right out of the shower. "I don't want to be too obvious, in case."

Jet grabbed the robe only to put it right back on Albert's shoulders, then he grabbed some clothes for himself and his partner's hand.

Usually, he cared more, usually he'd be aware of exactly how this would look to anyone who potentially ran into them. Right now, he didn't care.

"There aren't that many people around right now, I think a lot of them are still in the arena." And the rest...well, maybe they'd get lucky and not run into them, but even if they did right this second Jet couldn't care less.

"Come on." He started for the door, intent on dragging his stubborn German along with him. Or maybe he ws the one being stubborn...he just wasn't ready to part from the older man yet, not even to take a shower.

"But I..." Regardless of whatever protest he was about to lodge, Albert lets Jet tug him down the hall, holding the robe around himself tightly. He's not exactly ready to be apart from Jet for any amount of time either despite the fear of being discovered.

It doesn't stop him from moving quickly and locking the door behind them the second they're both in the rather spacious bathroom though.

Not a soul and Jet feels proud of himself like back when he'd do something he wasn't supposed to and get away with it.

"Told you it'd be fine."

But then Albert has the door locked and Jet turns on the water for the shower and sets his spare clothes down to change into later. He strips out of his dirty clothes and shoots a smirk over to the German before stepping into the steaming spray, the door left open as invitation.

"Until someone needs to use it, that is." But he can't quite banish the amusement from his voice. Jet crowing even the smallest of victories is more endearing than anything right now.

With a quiet sigh, Albert sheds the robe and follows that precocious smirk into the shower, the glass door giving a little click of finality as it snaps shut behind him.

As soon as he's under the warm spray the slight soreness he was already feeling faded from his awareness. The water washed away a lot of the mess as well as the gel he'd put in his hair that morning as he ran his fingers through it.

Once Albert was in the shower with the door closed, the blond collected some water in his palm and tossed it at the older man with a smirk that threatened to turn into a full grin.

Albert was just turning around when the splash hits him, the German just raising an eyebrow at the shot. "How old are you, again?"

Not that he's much better, reaching over to muss Jet's already wet hair. There's an ulterior motive to that though. He rarely gets to feel Jet's hair without some kind of product in it. He'll admit it looks better slicked back so he can see his partner's face, but there's something to be said for the fluffy, fine texture of the American's hair. Like duck feathers.

"Hey." It's an instant reaction to having his hair messed with even though it wasn't like it could get any messier than it was. He stuck his head directly under the spray again and ran his own fingers through it so that when he moved out from under the faucet, his hair framed his face.

"You're one to talk, old man." He smirked and reached up to move the spray so it landed on the German more than him, although he darted in for a light kiss before giving his partner a chance to actually clean up.

"I prefer my mature years to the folly of youth," he says that, but what starts as a light kiss turns into something more amorous, Albert pressing forward so Jet's forced against the tile wall of the shower just for a moment until the German is satisfied, withdrawing with a run of his tongue over tingling lips to wash off under the spray.

He's not really in the mood to go again, which is easily seen, but give him the opportunity to kiss his partner and he'll take it.

The kiss takes him off guard and it takes a moment to gather his thoughts again. Damn Germans and their good kisses.

With Albert's back to him as he washes off, Jet gets an idea and comes up behind him. His arms wrap around the older man's frame so he can run his hands across Albert's chest, starting at his waistline and ending their journey on his partner's shoulders.

Once settled, his fingers and thumbs begin working at the tight muscles there. Albert's shoulders had always been sore due to the kick his gun-hand had, but even without it, he found his partner's muscles still got tense. Luckily, Jet was pretty good with his hands.

Protests are almost made at the arms getting in his way but being touched like this feels nice, especially after the much more rough activity earlier, so he allows it. And he's glad he did, melting into Jet's hands to the point where he has to lock his knees not to turn into a puddle along with the water on the floor.

"Oh Gott, that is perfect..."

"I thought it might help."

Jet leans over Albert's shoulder and presses a kiss to his partner's cheek while his hands continue to work at tense muscles. He knows they're supposed to be taking this time to actually be getting clean, but he finds all he wants to do is run his hands over Albert and periodically his lips as well. Constant contact, that was what he wanted right now.

His lips find the nape of Albert's neck as he feels the muscles begin to loosen up more and once his job was done there, he moved down to the tops of the older man's arms.

As long as Jet keeps at his shoulders, Albert's not going anywhere. He groans amiably again, hanging his head so his partner has a better vantage on his neck and shoulders, the light kiss making him smile despite the storm of guilt and budding self loathing lurking in the back of his mind. It's kept at bay by the feeling of those long fingers kneading at his knotted muscles, loosening them up until the tension seeps out of him.

"Where did you learn that?" Jet had always been good at working out his tensions, but Albert never bothered to ask.

Jet took the invitation and moved his hands back closer to Albert's neck and shoulders, periodically leaving light kisses trailing behind his hands.

"From this chick I 'dated' when I was younger. One of the times we were supposed to be out fooling around, we just kinda talked instead and it came up."

It actually hadn't been too bad of a fake date. Some of them had been awkward, merely staying away long enough to leave the impression they'd been tucked away together to his gang and to walk past just the right places for her to be seen with a 'bad boy' and get at whoever she saw fit that day. That was their agreement after that awkward first time.

In this particular one, they'd settled in a crowded and dark place and had just talked and the topic of things they could do had come up.

"I haven't had a reason to do this in a while, I hope I'm not too rusty."

Well that's a bit awkward but somehow Albert's not sorry he asked. It's rare that Jet allow him glimpses into his past before he was a cyborg and knowing that Jet is comfortable enough to do so now puts him at ease.

"Not at all, it's heaven." He rolls his neck, leaning his head back to kiss under Jet's chin.

He smiled and let his hands fall so he could wrap his arms around Albert's shoulders as he tilted his face to catch those lips in a proper kiss. It was warm and quiet and he wished he could just stay here with Albert wrapped in his arms and the steam encasing them. His lips left Albert's and found his jaw and neck before Jet spoke next.

"I guess I should let you clean up instead of keeping you trapped here." Although, he didn't make any indication he intended to move. He really probably should though, the water could run out or someone else could try to come in, plus he could feel the soreness settling in his legs and pelvis.

"It might be helpful." As loathe as he is to move now that he's comfortable. Well, mostly comfortable. It's hard to ignore the stinging of the carpet burns and how his hips urge him to be sitting down. Or better yet, laying down.

He steals another kiss before breaking away to finish his ablutions, then slips out of the shower to dry while Jet has his turn without distraction. Other than Albert's silhouette through the frosted shower door of course.

That silhouette is distracting enough, but Jet manages to stay on task enough to finish washing up and turn off the water. His whole back felt raw and he felt sore in enough places that he would have sworn it was everywhere, but he still managed a smirk as he gingerly left the shower and reached for his own towel. Not before going for another kiss as though his lips were magnetically attracted to whatever part of Albert they could find.

Not expecting the kiss, Albert had turned to fasten the towel around his waist, leaving the bathrobe for Jet to wear. Consequently, the kiss lands on his shoulder instead of his lips and pulls a quiet chuckle from him.

"You should go first. I'll follow you in a few minutes. We shouldn't be too obvious, just in case."

Jet pouted for all of two seconds before flashing a child-like grin and slipped on the robe. He rubbed the towel over his hair, ditched it, and made for the door.

"Don't make me wait too long or you're in for it."

He hadn't decided what the punishment would be yet, but that could come later depending on exactly how long Albert decided to wait up.

The warning goes mostly unheeded, though it doesn't turn out that Albert makes Jet wait all too long. About five minutes, all told. He'd developed an uncomfortable level of scruff in the arena and while it grows in white and silver, the hair is wiry and makes his chin itch, so he'd like a shave... unfortunately a razor seems to be nowhere that he can find. There are a couple laid out in little trays, but they all seem to be used and he doesn't want to contaminate anyone else's tools. That would be rude. And also kind of disgusting.

Instead he decides he'll live with it until he can nip back up to 3 later to get a few things; he intends to stay here with Jet for the most part, so it makes more sense for his toiletries to be where he'll use them.

Towel securely around his waist, Albert sneaks back to Jet's bedroom, locking the door behind him and breathing a small sigh of relief that he hasn't been caught.

Albert had taken a lot longer than Jet had been anticipating, so in a fit of immaturity, Jet had scooted to one edge of the bed, piled the pillows at his back and bunched up the top comforter to act as a wall between himself and the wayward German. Whenever he decided to show up.

Despite his pouting, Jet's usual ability to fall asleep as soon as he's horizontal escaped him. He wanted the warmth and solid weight of his partner next to him and he wasn't going to be able to sleep until he had it.

That didn't stop him from saying something when he heard the tell-tale click across the room,although he couldn't quite keep that childish pout out of his voice. "Geeze, what'd you do? Decide to take another shower? I almost thought you'd decided to sleep on your own floor instead."

Of course, not one word was directed at Albert directly, they were all aimed toward the closet Jet was facing.

"It wasn't all that long, don't be a child." Albert huffs a little at Jet's attitude and the way he's configured the bed, but there's something in it that also brings an upsurge of affection for the blond. He may be in his 80's but he can still be so damn cute somehow.

After pulling his underthings back on, Albert crawls into bed, promptly removing the pillow barrier and sliding his arms around Jet to spoon him, nose buried in the taller man's shoulder and prickly jaw illustrating why Albert had been slow against Jet's neck. "I was trying to find a razor."

Obviously he was unsuccessful.

Jet put his hands over Albert's and smirked. "I see you couldn't. We'll get you one...I don't want to lose layers of skin from that sandpaper on your face."

In spite of his words, he turned in his partner's hold so his palms could find scruffy cheeks as he leaned in to kiss the older man.

Chafed, Albert purposely misses the kiss and rubs his chin against Jet's cheek instead in revenge for his comment. It also makes him feel somewhat better doing something so silly. It feels human and normal and if it makes Jet squirm all the better.

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