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All these constellations [Closed]

Who| Jet and Albert
What| Albert wakes up and Jet's waiting for him
Where| District 3
When| When Albert wakes up
Warnings/Notes| TL;DR, angsty in-love cyborgs, sexual content, talk of death

Ever since watching Albert's death on the T.V. Jet hadn't left district 3. It had been horrible and he could only guess what state his partner would be in when he woke up. He hoped it wouldn't be too bad.

When the avoxes ushered him out of the German's room, Jet waited in the commons until they cleared out, then camped out right in front of Albert's door like some guard protecting a prince's room. Back to the door and knees pulled up to his chest, he waited. How long did this usually take? He'd died after Albert almost every time so far. So he waited, spending the time with thoughts of what he could do depending on how his fiance felt when he woke up, all of the options he could pursue to make the German feel better, even entertaining some of the worst-case scenarios he sincerely hoped weren't as possible as he feared.

An hour into his wait and a thought occurred to him. More than likely, Albert would need a little bit of distraction until he could either process or compartmentalize and there was one way Jet could think of that seemed to always work. At least so far. The only problem was thinking of what to say.

"I don't think I've ever told you about some of the stuff that happened during those twenty-seven years, huh? I'll go with that. Some of it's boring though, you know, NSA paperwork and that crap, but there was some fun stuff too. One thing you might get a kick out of: I was the leader of a squadron for a little while, just some new pilots that needed training and everyone else was busy, so they asked me. It was a good group, most of 'em were pretty young, but they were eager and determined. They were probably my favorite out of the military personnel I had to work with over the years.

Anyway, there was this one woman in the group, a pretty red-head named Marissa. She had a lot of spunk and kept me on my toes, I think training her gave me a good idea of the shit I put you through when we were younger. We talked a lot and hung out outside of training....there was probably some rule against that. But about a month before their training was going to end and they were to be assigned to a real group, Mar and I went out for drinks like we'd do every other week or so. I dunno if it was the timing or one too many drinks, but she ended up kissing me. It was pretty weird, I don't think I'd kissed a girl since 1962. Of course, I pulled away and things were kind of awkward as I told her she really wasn't my type, but it did tell me one thing: I didn't really like kissing people that weren't you, girl or not. Pretty sappy, but I guess the moral is you shouldn't ever worry about that."

He paused, his smile faltering a little. It was funny now with everything else that had happened and was currently going on, but it hadn't been too funny back then when it had only made his heart break more.

"I spent all night telling her about you. The conversation sort of ended with her telling me I was a giant moron and that I should call you...I was too scared, never did obviously, but I kinda wonder what would have happened if I had. I wonder if anything would've changed, if maybe that His Voice stuff would have turned out differently."

If maybe he wouldn't have died, if maybe they could have all gotten together to stop the U.S. government and ended up with a happier ending. Of course, that book in the arena said he didn't actually die, but it had hardly given him a very clear image of what had happened.

"Oh...and someone visited me, someone you might remember from those times you lived with me in New York. Jimmy. He came to the air base cause he'd apparently heard about me from a friend and figured out who I was. Did you know I never went back to see him after the doc fixed me up? Figured a complete face-change was a bit too much when I hadn't talked to him in a long time anyway.

I hurt him pretty bad with that, apparently. But...he forgave me. Hell, he kinda told me something I needed to hear back then, I'm glad he found me again. I wish I knew what happened to him. He was a firefighter, how cool is that? He was pretty good at it too, from what I heard."

He laid his head back against the door, going quiet again as he thought about what to say next. Minutes passed and he started talking again, going on and on about the planes he'd piloted, the things he'd named them, how they'd worked, which one was his favorite. It turned into his training with the government and the military and he distantly realized he looked pretty damn insane sitting against the door talking to no one, but he didn't once stop. Whatever came to mind, it came out of his mouth, determined to talk himself hoarse until Albert opened his door.

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"I thought the F-35s weren't in service yet," Albert's voice comes raspy, low but full of warmth for the rambling idiot on the other side of the door.

He'd woken up to the sound of Jet's voice, sounding more nasal and thready through the barrier between them and just for a moment he'd nearly had a panic attack at being back on Black Ghost Island. Only they never had feather pillows and soft sheets, and his body is human and tingles from whatever the stylist team does before the tributes return to the land of the living. His nails are cut, his face is shaved, he's whole and unharmed from all but mental scarring.

And Jet's voice rambled on. The first thing he'd caught had been about being a moron and it had made him smile and sit up. At his talk of Jimmy, Albert nearly commented, but instead just listened, sinking into Jet's voice, breathing softly in the relief that there's no animosity for having killed him in the arena, no unwanted resentment. There couldn't be, not with Jet sitting there and reciting the name of every plane in the United States Air Force. He wouldn't be there if he was holding a grudge.

Albert moved to the door, resting his forehead against it for a moment before, finally, he spoke. Sudden participation in the heretofore one-sided conversation reminiscent of how they'd first spoken to each other. Not the very first, not when Jet had been speaking to him through the grate for so long that the sudden absence of the younger man's voice had been deafening and prompted the German to speak, but instead how they'd passed the hours after. Talking of everything and of nothing. Jet kept him going. Was still keeping him going. It's how the blond knows to help him cope and with everything that's happened, he should show him it still works.

Albert opens the door slowly, stepping up just behind Jet with a quiet smile. "I'm alright, Sparrow."

Albert's voice makes Jet perk up a bit, affording him some balance when the door suddenly opens behind him, which kept him from spilling backwards into the German's room. But then his partner's legs were behind him and the blond settled lightly against those instead, his head turning to press his cheek against Albert's thigh.

"Good, I'm glad." And he was relieved, it was plain in his voice and until he heard those words--said in such a way that Jet knew he wasn't being lied to--he hadn't realized just how much anxiety over his partner's state of being had coiled itself around him.

But everything was alright. Not good, nothing in this place while these games were going ever seemed to be 'good' but manageable.

Jet moved and stood so he could face his fiance and offer him a bright smile before flinging himself into the older man's hold, long arms wrapping tightly around the German's shoulders and back in the process.

"Hey. S'good to see you." He smirked a bit at his own joke, but the fact he also meant it dampened the humor in it. He really was glad to see Albert.

Jet's hug makes Albert step back a little with its force, but he wraps his arm around the blond just as tightly, holds him as close as he can muster. Everything in the arena had gone further downhill after Jet had gone; he'd only lasted another few days before Pruna, and that little girl's face will haunt his nightmares until the day he dies. He won't think on it now, not when he has his fiance back in his arms and things are almost right in his world again.

He just needs one thing.

Carefully, Albert moves Jet back just a little, enough to see his face but not break any of the tight embrace they're tangled in. He doesn't speak, just presses his lips gently to his partner's, somehow conveying all his affection and emotional well being into the simple gesture

He doesn't want words anymore, no matter how much he appreciates them when rattled from the lips he's kissing. He wants touch and action, gentle and intimate in a way they haven't had for some time.

He wants Jet.

Shifting them both back, one arm still closely around the blond's waist, Albert shuts the door and leaves them alone in the soft light of his bedroom, then kisses Jet again the same way as the first time.

He lets the first kiss fall on his lips, responding in a way to show he understood. A kiss like that was beyond appreciated, it was treasured. He needed it to lay his last worries to rest.

The second kiss he instantly responds to and gives as much as he takes, arms holding as tightly as they can go.

A subtle shift in weight and he turns them, pressing Albert back against the recently closed door, his kisses held need in them, need for the touch of his partner and to steal the German's breath away just to know it was still there.

He had another need, something more intimate and slower, but right now it was just lips and tongue and biting tug applied to his fiance's lower lip as he pulled away for a moment.

Jet's suddenly throwing more passion and flame into the kiss than Albert knows what to deal with, the fire a slow burn but more intense and it leaves Albert to gasp in its wake, desperately needing air but even more desperate for Jet's lips again.

He's against the door but it doesn't stop Albert from ducking in again and returning that intensity with some of his own, exploring his partner's mouth as if it's undiscovered territory, sucking in his breath and holding him so close that it's a wonder any oxygen is present between them at all.

Jet's teeth graze Albert's lip as he pulls away and begins planting kisses to other parts of the German: his cheeks, jaw, neck and the bit of chest revealed by his shirt. Once he got there, he worked his way back up but slower, more gently. His lips traveled to each of Albert's eyelids and then to his lips again, this time with a slow, deep and lingering kiss.

He had to make up for the pain he'd put Albert through, he had to show him that Jet really was grateful for it while also expressing his desire to fix the break he'd caused.

Jet pulled away enough to see Albert, one arm curled around his partner's lower back as his other hand lifted to trace along those features he'd traced in the arena. Only this time blue eyes stared intently at every fine detail, re-memorizing as well as appreciating what he'd missed. He couldn't go any further until he'd taken this moment for himself.

He'd thought they'd been building to a frenzied pace, that Jet was going to take him fast and hard and to be honest he'd liked the idea. Even if he was in a slow mood before, he'd warmed up to the idea quickly, especially with Jet shoving him against the door.

But now he's slowing down, causing a slow burn inside Albert's chest as lips caress by inches and finally not at all, instead fingers tracing over his features, mapping him out with tactile care for Jet to memorize. Albert knows why, but his heart still skips and his face still flushes as blank white eyes watch bright blue trace over every curve and dip.

Albert doesn't stop him. Even with his eyebrows drawn up in worry he waits for Jet to pull back a little before speaking. He knows Jet's blindness had rocked him to the core, made Jet more fearful than Albert had ever seen him. Enough to ask for death. There's no doubt in Albert's mind that the state of mind he was in is still with him, even if its just remembered.

"Are you alright?"

Now more than ever, he needed that light in the corner on to sleep, not just to chase the darkness away, but to ensure the darkness could be chased away. His sleeping habits were still struggling to re-adjust, his wariness at every little sound exaggerated to a point where sleeping in general had been hard for how easily he woke up.

He'd been terrified for days about Albert's state of mind and how his partner would act once he'd woken up, not just for what had happened to him, but for what Jet had asked as well; he wouldn't have blamed his partner if he'd been mad at Jet.

But now, with Albert in front of him and Jet taking in every detail of the German's face...

"Yeah."

His fingers slid around into silver hair and pulled Albert in for another short kiss.

"I just needed to look at you."

He pulled away, completely disentangling himself from his partner and letting an expression form that didn't form very often. It was a mixture of lust and possessiveness with a dash of smugness and a sprinkling of predatory desire.

"Now take your clothes off, they're in my way."

He didn't want to think about what was in his head anymore, he wanted what his eyes wanted, what every fiber of his body longed for. He wanted to sweep Albert's concern away and drown the older man in his affection, the proof that he was sorry for all that had happened and his gratitude for being strong when Jet was weak.

They'll need to talk, and soon. Albert can't leave what happened in the arena between them when they were going to get married. He has to be totally certain there's no resentment, nothing that can bubble over into some unexpected mess later.

But later seems to be the keyword when Jet looks at him like that, demands he removes his clothes. They can talk later.

Albert leans up to kiss his fiance, pecking and hungry kisses as he shrugs out of his shirt obediently, fingers going from Jet's buttons the same second his own shirt drops to the carpet. He keeps stepping forward as he does, driving Jet backwards towards the bed. If his partner wants to be in charge, he's going to have to retake the reigns quickly, because Albert clearly has other things in mind.

Jet follows Albert's direction back to the bed, but as soon as he can feel the comforter at the backs of his legs, Jet hooks his foot behind Albert's ankle and turns them so the older man is the one laying on the bed. There's a crash of the lamp falling from the jostled nightstand, but Jet pays it no mind. It's not nearly as important.

His eyes graze over Albert's body before finding his face again. "Don't you dare move or you'll regret it." There was no real threat in Jet's voice, just enough to get Albert hot and bothered by Jet taking charge.

Trusting he'd be heeded, Jet set about removing the rest of their clothes, tossing the garments to the floor without care. Once they were both naked, Jet took another moment to look over the body he cherished and the man who owned it. Jet crawled over Albert and put his hands on either side of his fiance's head, blue eyes boring into white as golden strands fell around his face. His hand snaked down to stroke Albert's length as he spoke.

"I'm going to make it up to you. Do as I say and I'll take care of you completely. Ignore what I say and I stop...no matter what I'm doing at the time. Got it?"

The lamp ignored, Albert almost protests that Jet has nothing to make up for, but he does. At least a little he does.

Albert doesn't resent what Jet asked him to do in the arena, even if maybe he should considering the blond had let himself drown in the ship rather than go on without him but now afforded Albert the same option to follow his fiance out. But he knows why, he knows Jet can't stand the thought of Albert visiting violence on himself, not again, not when he doesn't know for certain if there's an undercurrent of self loathing in the action. Albert can't blame Jet for that, even if it frightens him a little.

No does he have much time to give it thought right now, not with Jet kneeling over him and his hand working slowly to bring Albert to attention. He takes a deep breath, pursing his lips as he listens to Jet's ultimatum. There's something so intoxicating about Jet taking charge like this. He doesn't do it often. Albert doesn't exactly let him do it often, not through lack of want but just because Albert has issues relinquishing control. But this, right now, this is heady and thrilling and the older man gives a little smirk as he brushes his knuckles along his partner's shoulder affectionately.

"Yes sir, Master Jet."

Jet smirks back, a faint dusting of pink coloring his cheeks. He wasn't expecting that response...but it was kinda hot, so he'd take it.

"Good. One rule: you can touch, but only for touching's sake. You try to change what I'm doing or take control back, that counts as not listening."

His hand continued it's slow movements as he leaned down to assault Albert's chest and nipples with his teeth and tongue, only letting up when his mouth moved on to collarbone and neck. He paused and paid special attention to the spot over Albert's heart, sucking hard and making sure he left a mark with his teeth. It was the only mark he intended to leave, so he had to make it count.

Once he'd left his deceleration ownership-even with the ring and the airplane necklace Jet had left around Albert's neck, there could never be enough signs Jet's partner belonged to him as much as he belonged to his partner-he pulled away completely and took another second to admire the view of the older man sprawled out on the bed.

He was gorgeous, Jet had always thought so, even when they were cyborgs and Albert had been so uptight about revealing his body. He was broad and all of his features were strong except his eyes when he looked at Jet and it made the blond want to melt, a perfect contrast to Jet's narrower and more svelte build. It was so tempting to lay down with Albert and just curl into his chest, knowing he'd fit there like a puzzle piece, like it was a spot made specifically for Jet, but he also knew he could do that after and it would feel so much better with them both satisfied.

He moved away and over to kneel between Albert's legs. The fingers of one hand made gentle tracing movements along Albert's thigh and hip and waist, anywhere they pleased while his other hand worked. Two of his fingers of his other hand vanished into his mouth where he sucked and licked at them until they were satisfyingly coated.

As soon as they were, they vanished again, buried deeply in the German's body seconds after they left Jet's mouth. He moved them in and out, spreading them to open his partner's body up in preparation for him as he pulled them out. None of his movements were rushed or rough, his actions weren't spurred by fears of losing his fiance, instead they were firm and gentle-not too fast and not too slow-caring. everything was designed to bring Albert pleasure, right this moment, Jet was designed to bring the older man pleasure. He intended to gently overwhelm Albert and remind him the person he loved was still there, not dead by his own hand or resentful and still thoroughly in love with him back.

They're funny things, nipples. Honestly Albert forgets he even has them most of the time. They serve little purpose and he spent so long without them; it's not as if Black Ghost's scientists replaced those along with everything else. So when Jet attacks one, the gasp Albert gives is deep and surprised, giving way to heavy breathing and a quiet moan when his partner moves to mark his chest instead. Gott he loves it when Jet gets rough and possessive.

He's about to rest his hands on his fiance when the man decides to move down instead, frustrating but also a source of anticipation. He can feel only one of Jet's hands and so he sneaks a peek to see what the other is occupied with. He's not disappointed. There's something about how Jet looks when he's concentrating like that, making certain his fingers are wet and slick with a half-lidded gaze and a slight puff to his cheeks. Albert can't help but imagine himself in Jet's mouth instead, leading to a quite visual physical reaction he doesn't bother to hide. Let Jet see what he does to him.

Albert takes a heavy breath as the blond's fingers press in, spreading and filling him up with care, and with a stray thought he wonders how he ever could think Jet is hiding resentment. This isn't resentment. It can't be, not with how gentle his partner is progressing, even if there's a firmness to his motions, designed to help, not hurt.

The German's eyes flutter closed and he lets out another moan, this one languid and accompanied by a small raise of Albert's hips off the bed, urging Jet to continue, inviting him inside.

Albert's obvious excitement for what Jet was doing just made a stronger thrill shoot through the blond. He enjoyed pleasing his partner in every way and with what he had planned, he had no doubt he'd leave Albert very pleased indeed.

He moved his fingers more, letting his fingers trace Albert's hips even as they moved to accept the digits into his body, it was fun to watch him move like that, like he craved for Jet to be inside him. It made making sure the older man was thoroughly prepared very difficult. Yet, he managed to cling to his patience long enough to do the job right and finally pulled his fingers away only to move himself into position seconds later.

His hands gripped Albert's hips firmly and lifted them a bit to allow him to slide inside easily. He pushed himself all the way in and held his partner there with his hips while his hands repositioned themselves. One gripped the back of one thigh and pushed his partner's leg up so his knee was hooked over Jet's shoulder while the other reached under and grabbed a handful of the German's rear before Jet finally began to move.

He moved slowly but firmly, aiming to make his fiance feel every inch of him and feel the way Jet filled him up, but slow enough that there wasn't even a threat of ending the night early.

It takes effort on his part, but Albert lets Jet lead him, guide him into whatever position the blond wants. It's rare that he relinquishes control like this and he knows when he does that Jet's more than pleased to fill the power vacuum. Like so, with his curling Albert's knee over his shoulder and gripping his ass for leverage, effectively trapping Albert where he is on the bed at an angle where the German will feel every tiny movement as a sweeping gesture.

His breathing picks up as Jet slides in and out, not pounding but not slow either, just at the trembling cusp of where it would be too much too quickly. His rhythm is perfect, the exact beat to where he pulls helpless panting and twitches from his partner but keeps him frustratingly from real fulfillment. It has to build and with each thrust it does, one of Albert's hands fisting in the comforter as he tries with negligible success to raise his ass to Jet's hips with each movement. Silent begging for deeper, harder, closer.

Jet pours all his concentration and attention into the movements and the man beneath him. It's tempting to just move faster and take his partner until he was begging for Jet to touch him or let him touch himself so he could finish, but that would be too easy and too quick for what Jet wants.

He wants to make Albert writhe and moan and then give him such a show that he finishes hard enough to lose all thought. And to do that, he had to be slow.

His movements were measured and restrained, hungry eyes glued to every little twitch and shudder the older man gave. He could feel Albert trying to reposition himself to try and increase the friction and give himself more sooner, but Jet kept his grip strong.

He turned his head and grazed his teeth and tongue along the German's thigh, his pace changing to be even slower.

"D'you trust me, Al? I promise I'm going to take care of you...just be patient."

"I-" He has to pause for a breath. "I trust you."

He just can't help wanting more. Sex like this, it isn't his preference. At times it can be downright uncomfortable, but what makes it good, what makes him want it, is Jet. There's something about feeling his partner inside, by virtue of who he is and what he is to Albert, that makes the German shudder with anticipation and pleasure at any attention, even what he normally may not enjoy. Even so, he has an incredibly hard time finishing without any attention to other pieces of him, and that's where he assumes Jet wants his trust to lie. That he knows, and he partner won't leave Albert just out of reach of completion.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through pursed lips, trying to calm himself, to fully let Jet do as he will and just allow himself along for the ride. It's a difficult thing to surrender himself, but he manages, fingers unclenching from the comforter and eyes trained on the blue ones staring back at him.

He presses a light kiss to Albert's leg on his shoulder and picks up his pace a bit again, something steady and stimulating, but not too much. Jet changed his angle a bit by repositioning Albert's hips and drove into him in a way he hoped would pull some noise from his partner. That was what he was really after in this stage, to cause some pleasure even from something that wasn't Albert's normal preference. That and getting Albert to surrender to him, to trust Jet knew what Albert needed to be satisfied and was more than willing and able to meet the German's needs.

He maintained his pace and angle for several minutes, listening to any and all sounds his partner made along with the look on his face as Jet slowly took him. When he could see his fiance was as hard as he could get and straining for more, Jet gave two sharp thrusts before pulling all the way out. His breathing was a little uneven from the exertion, but he smiled at Albert and traced his fingertips along the sensitive skin of the older man's inner thigh, close enough to that length to tease, but not nearly touching.

"Are you okay?"

The change in angle earns a soft cry from Albert, just a quiet breath of "ah" into the room. It feels good, especially when he's all the way inside it feels good and Albert tilts his head back with his eyes closed letting himself focus on the feeling of his fiance moving inside him, of how firm but gentle his movements remain. It's the care with which Jet moves that gets Albert near-painfully hard, straining for friction so readily that he quivers and jolts even with Jet's slower movements, spine bowing just a bit off the sheets.

Two hard shoves, both pulling gasps from Albert, and then he's empty. He misses the presence immediately, lifting his head to look with confusion at his partner. He'd thought they'd continue like that, a slow burn to a lazy tumble over the edge, something torturous in its pace but still wonderful and close. He thinks he did something wrong, maybe. That Jet's making good on his threat to leave him unsated, but he can't for the life of him think of what it is.

He shivers and swallows at Jet's light touch of his thigh, twitching as if to move closer to those teasing fingers. "Yes. Why did you stop?"

"Because I have a plan. You said you trusted me, right?"

He knew Albert did, that was just the best answer he could offer right then without giving anything away.

His fingers traced soft skin, still skating around where he knew his fingers were wanted most. His lips left a loving trail along Albert's ribs and down to his hip, but Albert wasn't left unsatisfied for too much longer. Jet's fingers traced gently in and wrapped around his partner's length just as his trailing lips led to the tip which vanished into the blond's mouth.

"Of course I do," he just wants. He could feel himself building, slowly, but building nonetheless and then Jet had stopped and... "I was making sure I hadn't done... something..."

He trails off as Jet's fingers and lips caress him, gentle brushes on his sides and legs, rustling the little hairs that pepper his form until his length is held. It's a relief and a tease all at once, Albert shifting in the sheets not to push Jet into more faster but simply because he can't lay still, he wants Jet close and around him, he wants inside Jet or Jet inside him again.

Albert reaches his hand out to brush aside blond hair and at least see his partner, but before he can manage it, Jet slips the head of his cock into his mouth and Albert groans low from the back of his throat with relief and desire.

The reaction pleases Jet and he takes it as the signal to keep on with his attentions. His lips travel further down as he takes more of his partner into his mouth, alternating between sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin.

He knew Albert was looking for a show, so he gave his partner the best one he could, bobbing his head and going slow to allow the older man to see every centimeter of himself disappearing into Jet's mouth. Going slow also meant he could be careful not to let his teeth get in the way -unless it was with deliberate and gentle slowness.

Jet continued that pace until Albert was thoroughly slicked up and possibly thinking this was how Jet was going to finish him, all the while preparing himself with his free hand, forgiving the awkward angle of reaching behind himself for the knowledge that it'd feel twice as good if he was patient. Jet withdrew, however, and pulled far enough away to get a good look at the state his fiance was in -though the hand preparing himself did not stop it's movements until Jet had his fill of looking at Albert- before moving on with the last step in his little 'overwhelm Albert' mission.

While Albert was still a little dazed, Jet moved so he was straddling the German's hips and steadily lowered himself onto the other man's length with some guiding help from one hand. Once Albert was buried in the blond's body, Jet leaned forward and finally reclaimed those lips as his, tongue sliding into Albert's mouth to claim every inch of his partner.

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Everything feels so good and looks even better, his length disappearing into Jet's mouth by degrees to Jet's appetite. Albert can't stop the moans and gasps as Jet continues to work at him with his tongue. He feels hot, trembling, and so close to completion and thinks that this has to be Jet's plan, to have him come undone inside his mouth for his partner to taste. The idea alone nearly sets him to the brink but Jet pulls his mouth away just before the crest of his peak and Albert utters a cry at the absence, almost a whimper.

"Damnit..." He says it in a small voice, hand coming up against his forehead as he tries to breathe, tries to hold on to just how close he was and how much further he wanted to go. "Jet-"

The protest is killed under the trample of his moan as Jet all but impales himself on Albert's length, that tongue swirling with his and still tasting of where its been. The German's arms crush Jet against him bodily, lapping at his tongue in turn and holding him there, afraid he'll pull away again and leave Albert shaking helplessly without release.

He bucks his hips up, desperate for friction, desperate to hear Jet's heart beat as fast as his own and feel Jet shake in his grasp, begging bodily for the same completion that Albert seeks from him.

Jet lets out a cry into Albert's mouth as the older man suddenly takes control, pinning Jet in place and taking what he wanted from the blond all while his tongue tangled itself with Jet's. It was intoxicating and he nearly wanted to let it happen...but this was against his rules, he wasn't done doing what he wanted to do, nor would he be able to do it if Albert drove them both to completion as quickly as he wanted to.

"Al-!" A groan cut his words off but he wriggled his arms out of their hold enough to press on his fiance's shoulders and hold those pesky hips still by grinding down on him hard and using his weight and height to pin the German.

"You're...you're not playing by the rules. Didn't I say I'd stop if you tried to take control or affect what I was doing?"

He searched for silver eyes from the shade of his bangs and tried to keep his tone low and even to at least suggest he might be serious about what he was saying.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"God, no, that's why I... nggnn..." Frustrated, it takes Albert a significant amount of effort to remove his hands from his fiance, to settle back when his heart is beating its way from his chest and his entire body twitches and aches for them to keep going. But he's trapped, trapped by a promise and by his innate need to please Jet. Which, in this case, means following directions no matter how hungry for his partner he is.

"Alright," he curls his fingers in the bed sheets below him again, this time to keep himself from grabbing Jet instead and trying to take over again. "Alright, just..."

He swallows, a shudder running through him from some minute movement of his partner, perched on his hips as if he belongs there. He does belong there, anywhere around Albert is where he belongs but especially this close, especially when he makes Albert flush red from his neck to his ears and be unable to control himself without a supreme effort.

Silver eyes catch blue, desperate and helpless and hopelessly gone for the sadistic blond in his lap. "Please."

"Well...since you asked so nicely..."

Jet smirked, reveling a bit in the thrill of making Albert do what he demanded. He preferred when Albert just took him and never let Jet forget the older man wanted him, but there was something to be said about making his somewhat stoic control freak of a fiance writhe and beg for Jet to grant him release.

And it would be so easy too. Just a slight movement of his hips in any direction had shivers running down Albert's body and his breath catching in his throat. Just as Jet had to swallow moans and gasps of pleasure from feeling that length inside him, pressing against him, he knew he did the same with the warmth and friction and pressure he tortured his lover with. He doubted he'd be able to make this last very long, but he'd drag it out as much as possible to keep Albert feeling the way he was.

Jet's hands perched on the German's upper arms, affording Albert a view of Jet's hips as he began his movements. That dancer's grace and flexibility kicked in as he rolled his hips forward, nearly pulling off, before rolling them back and driving Albert back in nice and deep. It wasn't a fast pace by any means, but it was friction-filled, deep and came with a full show of the talents of Jet's body.

There is always something about Jet being in control that makes Albert feel a little dirty, a little helpless, but in a thrilling way that makes his stomach go in knots, that makes him moan maybe just a little louder, move just a little more hungrily. Jet's utterly intoxicating to him and when his partner decides to use that to his advantage, Albert is left completely, blissfully, helpless.

Where the blond learned to use his hips like that Albert could never guess but he nearly whispers a thank you to whoever's responsible as Jet rolls on him, a wave crashing through the American's form and eroding away what little reserve Albert has left. He fights the undertow for as long as he can, wanting to watch as the water closes over his head. He brings shaking hands to Jet's hips and legs, so careful to only touch and not change anything of Jet's motion. Albert utters a whispery whimper, a little helpless 'oh' as a great quake shakes through him, bringing him so very close. He clutches with his hands then, but it's nothing intentional, and just leaves thumb prints in the blond's thighs.

"Please..." he repeats like a prayer, begging for Jet to grant him release before he shakes apart all on his own.

He did, he liked it when he got Albert to beg, it filled his head with fluff and just made him want to increase their pace to something chaotic and animalistic, he wanted to draw his name from his lover's lips with every tight movement of their thrusts.

But, for this, it would lose something so he kept his slow and purposeful pace. Still rolling his hips, he changed his position ever so slightly and drove Albert right into that spot that shot stars up behind pleasure-sealed eyes.

He gasped and moaned loudly and did it again and again, he kept up that tortuously perfect angle because each time he pushed Albert in, he was pushing them both close to that edge. So close, it was right there.

"God--Al...I'm g-gonna make you cum so hard...you forget your own name."

He didn't know where he was finding the self control to form sentences when he could barely concentrate on anything other than Albert and his partner inside him, Jet's body squeezing tighter around him even as he kept up their movements.

He lost control of their pace a little and began to ride Albert harder. A few more rolls of his hips and Jet's body tightened and he froze up with Albert buried deep inside as Jet released with an obscenely loud moan that the whole of D3 probably heard.

Normally an illicit noise that loud would make Albert shy away, would take something from the moment for him and bring him back to reality, but this time he's right there with his fiance, gasping and quaking, pressing up into his partner just as Jet presses down and with clutching hands and shaking body, release washes over Albert like a wave at high tide, pulling him through tumultuous surf into placid waters beneath.

Bliss. For one, pure, thoughtless moment, there's nothing but bliss.

Then he notices little things. How his breath comes in long gasps to gulp for air, how his legs feel so heavy now after being tense for so long, and how in the dim light of the room from the city's lights through the window outline Jet in neon hues, leaving him a dark shadow in the center.

Carefully, Albert reaches up and presses his palm to the side of Jet's face as he catches his breath, as if he's afraid to break some spell that's been woven there between them. He smiles almost shyly, brushing his thumb against the corner of his lover's mouth. "And where did that come from, hmm?"

Jet's hands find support on the mattress on either side of Albert's head as Jet Works on regaining his own breath. He's beginning to feel the strain from his muscles in his legs and stomach and it's a pleasant feeling considering what caused it...but then Albert has to ruin his haze of happiness by opening his dumb mouth.

Jet's words there at the end come back to him in embarrassing detail and he can feel his face burning as hot as the sun's surface in response. "I don't know what you're talking about." His tone was thick with self-conscious mortification as he tried desperately to come up with a response that wouldn't be so blatantly against him, but he couldn't and the pause was too long to make a claim of denial that held any weight whatsoever.

He honestly didn't know where it had come from, he'd thought things like that before, but they'd never made it past his lips before. He'd just gotten so swept up in the moment and wanting to watch Albert lose himself to the pleasure Jet brought him.

Jet shifted and moved off of Albert, though he kept himself pressed to his partner's side even as a moody "Shut up." quietly made itself known. He wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out, but he also wanted to bask in the warmth and comfort Albert held for him just by being near. It was a tough battle, but he stayed where he was.

"...sorry...I guess that was pretty weird."

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"No, not weird," taking advantage of Jet's position next to him, Albert rolls on his side to spoon his lover, nose buried against the back of the blond's neck and his voice a quiet rumble in his chest. "I know you have a mouth on you, I'm just surprised it's taken until now for you to say things like that during sex."

It's almost a chuckle, amused at Jet's sheer embarrassment, but he has to wonder if it's the events in the Arena that brought this out in his partner, if it was the blindness that somehow made him want to talk, that if he'd lost control of the once sense he'd need to keep the others running harder. Albert's not sure of the psychology of it, but he holds his partner just that much closer against him for the thought.

He forces a little chuckle and nuzzles into the short hairs at Jet's nape, not wanting to spoil the mood for his fiance at least, even if he has for himself. "You may have to remind me my name."

Edited 2014-11-25 04:24 (UTC)

Jet might have been flooded by embarrassment all over again if he hadn't heard that subtle change in his partner's voice. He'd known the man at his back for decades, Jet knew him better than he knew just about anyone else and that included the subtleties. In fact, when it came to Albert, it was the subtleties he'd learned first.

"Your name is 'Asshole.'"

There was a smudge of affection behind his words, but he was already in the process of sluggishly switching gears. He wanted to just lie there in peace and fall asleep with his fiance's breathing in his ear, but he needed to know what was on Albert's mind first.

Jet turned in Albert's hold to face him and brought a hand up to trace along his chest.

"What's wrong? And don't just try to play it off, you know I can see right through you." The choice of phrase struck him as it came out of his mouth, but he kept it to himself and didn't let his attention waver from the older man.

A small chuckle escapes Albert for Jet's insult, but it dies quickly as the blond rolls over and fixes him with that piercing blue gaze, determined to get to the bottom of whatever problem Albert is trying to hide. He suddenly doesn't want to tell him, but there's that flicker across Jet's expression when he says 'see right through you' and he decides it can't wait. Albert just prays that it doesn't ruin whatever good mood they'd found.

"I was just thinking," he runs his fingers idly near Jet's temple, down the side of his face. "I've never seen you as frightened as I did in this last arena. I'm worried there are lasting effects."

Jet's eyes flutter at the feeling of the hand on his cheek, but they're wide and alert again as Albert speaks. There's a moment where he takes in Albert's expression as though trying to find something else there, something that would more easily let him out of this, but there's only that care and concern and Jet's own gaze becomes a shade more guarded.

He didn't want to talk about it, not only to guard his own fears and emotions and painful memories but to spare Albert the ones Jet knew were in him as well. He'd asked Albert something Jet could never do in return no matter the circumstance, that was hardly fair, never mind the actual act itself.

"I'm fine, Al. If you're fine, then I'm fine, so just leave it." His voice wasn't biting like it might have been if this was how Albert had opened their conversation, it was somewhat level with a small background waver that anyone else likely would have missed, but Jet was hoping his partner would listen to his words for once instead of his voice.

"I can't leave it." He doesn't sit up, but Albert does prop himself on his elbow to better look at his fiance. "Jet, for as long as I've known you you've had a lust for life stronger than any force I've ever seen and yet, in there... you asked me to kill you. You were so scared that you would rather die than be sightless."

"I've known you for longer than I haven't at this point, and I've never once seen you just... give up. Not once." His eyebrows furrow in worry and care. "So no. I can't leave it. I can't believe you when you say you're fine, not this time."

It was so tempting to pull away, to try and remove himself from the question and answering it by removing himself. But he wasn't going to walk out of the room -he wasn't even dressed- and going across the room, while appealing, wouldn't save him from answering.

Fight or flight. He couldn't fly and there was no point in fighting when Albert was right and he knew he was right. He turned his face away from those eyes, burying it more into their pillows while his eyes traced the plains of Albert's chest.

"What do you want me to say? Yeah, I was scared shitless. I'm sorry I asked you to do that, that there wasn't just some conviniant bullet to take or whatever, something that wouldn't put it on you." Albert wasn't going to let it be someone else and while it was entirely likely Jet wouldn't have survived anyway, he just...couldn't have risked that.

"It was better to die in there knowing I had a pretty good chance of coming back than to risk winning on a fluke and being stuck like that." He shifted again and looked up at Albert, a small fire in his eyes, kindled by fear of the very possibility rather than rage or indignancy as usual. "Would it really have been better if I'd been blind for the rest of our lives? How would I get around? How would I even take care of myself, much less you or anyone else? I wouldn't be living." Never being certain of his own steps and knowing they were the only way he could ever move again, he would never see the sky or fly in it. He'd never see the stars or a sunrise or even his own fiance's face. How could he walk up an aisle he couldn't even see?

"That's my point, Jet. 'It was better to die?' How many times have you told me that it's never better to die?" And he still disagrees sometimes, still feels too old and too tired to want to bother, but that's him. He's always had that creeping around the edges of his consciousness. That isn't Jet. A light source doesn't cast a shadow.

"If you'd been blind, then we'd work with that. I'd take care of you, you know that, and I know you well enough to know that you'd be back on your feet eventually." Albert reaches out, pulling Jet closer to tuck his fiance's head under his chin, trying to bridge the distance that's symbolically spread between them with this conversation. "I would rather have you with me blind than risk losing you entirely."

He let himself be pulled into Albert's embrace, his arm wrapping over Albert's side as his clenched fist pressed into the German's back, squeezing him close. He was right, he'd nearly ripped Albert's head off for implying he ought to die instead of live on. How many times had Jet feared something would happen to him and Albert would feel like there was nothing left but the end of a rope or the barrel of a gun? How many times had he felt anxiety coil in his chest at the thought of that happening even with Jet being there at Albert's side? He hadn't left a very good example.

He clenched his eyes shut tight and tried to imagine what it would have been like if he'd lived and even won. All of that pain and frustration and raw fear of not knowing exactly what was in front of him...it shook him to his core to even imagine it. But Albert thought he could bounce back from it, maybe not immediately, but eventually. Could he? If there was one person who knew him better than himself, it was Albert. So...maybe. But he didn't have to find out and he wouldn't have to find out unless something went wrong or he got hurt outside of the arena...but maybe that anxiety was a little less tight in his chest as it had been at the thought. Maybe he was stronger than he was giving himself credit for.

He curled in close and sighed. It wasn't like the whole thing was gone, the fear or the experience, but it was easier. Albert wouldn't leave him if something went wrong, he'd keep living because Albert would need him to, because he'd made his partner promise and Jet was obligated to follow that promise too. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I shouldn't have done it." He hates himself a little for it, that he'd felt this way but only now been able to articulate it. That he'd backed off that principle because he'd been afraid of the look on Jet's face.

"But... I knew what you were feeling," he holds Jet tighter but his eyes train on the wall beyond his partner's head and his words murmur softly into blond hair. "Where you don't want to keep living with how things are. I know that feeling too well."

Regret lays heavy on him and he closes his eyes, forehead bowing to press against Jet's and a heavy sigh leaving Albert, making him feel small. "I should have fought it in you too, the way you do for me."

Jet shook his head, a small motion so he didn't disturb their position too much. "I shouldn't have put you in that position in the first place. I don't want you to feel like that ever, I know how much it...how much it scares me to know you feel it still. I shouldn't put that back on you, not ever."

He'd been selfish, only concerned with his own fear, and Albert had suffered for it. That wasn't what you did to someone you loved. His hand moved to curl into silver strands at the back of Albert's head, keeping their faces close.

"Besides, I wasn't thanking you for that...I was thanking you for what you just said. That you'd stay with me even if I was use-- that bad off. That you think I could work past it even though I still don't. Even if it's never a problem again...just knowing you've got that kind of faith..." He shook his head and turned his head a bit to press a kiss to whatever part of Albert's face was closest, hoping that would end his sentence for him.

There's a little smile on Albert's face at the kiss. It's small and a little sad, sympathetic in a way that's settled and infinite. He knows. He knows this from both sides because he's lived both sides now. The one with faith, the one without. It's bottomless where Jet is concerned. It doesn't mean they're not afraid, it simply means that they have faith that whatever comes, they'll weather it together.

And that's all Albert needs to know.

He keeps Jet close as he readjusts, getting more comfortable and pulling the sheets over them to shield their rest. It's been an exhausting day despite his only just having woken up, but these sorts of things - their intimacy and the further, different sort after - takes its toll, especially on an old man, and Albert's content to fall back asleep with his fiance firmly ensconced in his arms.

Ich liebe dich he thinks, and it comes out in English softly against golden hair, gently murmured into the only ears that need to hear it. "No matter what shape you're in."

It's too much, there's too much swirling in his chest and in his head and he can't get his vocal chords to work with his emotions, so he curls tighter into Albert's hold, hiding his face in the process while his arms slide tighter around his partner.

He'd never get tired of hearing that, no matter what language it came in, even if it always made his heart leap into his throat. He traced his fingers along the planes of Albert's back and shoulders, trying to wrap himself around Albert just as thoroughly as the older man was wrapped around him, both of them protecting the other. That was what you did for people you loved.

"Me too." It was the closest he could get to vocally returning the sentiment Albert had expressed to him and while it wasn't nearly as satisfying, it still held what Jet meant.

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