the last minute

‘k disclaimer I don’t own cyborg 009 in anyway shape or form. Warning for fans, my 1st attempt at an adult fanfic. Please be kind. Also I’ve only seen up to episode 8 in the 2001 anime remake and I’ve only read up vol. 3 in the manga so for give me if they are to out of character. Also I wrote this from 12am-4am, so warning for brain malfunction. Anyway I hope someone enjoys this, cause I really should be sleeping.

004 turn on to his side and sighed. The night had been more of an ordeal then anyone had expected. Black Ghost had sent out another assassin and they almost got 002. It was really his own stupidity to be caught as easily as he was, but still it had unnerved the team. Not as much as how he had reacted though. He didn’t even remember what had happened but they told him that he had charged straight at the assassin. No one really knew what happened then, except that the assassin was very unconscious and Albert was blinking stupidly at body as if he didn’t know what happened either. He turned again and gave up. Grabbing a black turtle neck and some blue jean to change into he snuck out of his room. Trying not to make to much noise as he got dress as he walked down the corridor of the Dolphin, he slowly made his way past everyone’s room and to the hatch that led out. He turned off the security locks and climbed out.
The air was cold, not that he minded. His lack of body heat allowed him to tolerate the cold better then his teammates. Water rocked the vessel ever so gently, softly splashing the sides. Albert took a deep breath and tried to clear his head again. What he had done was stupid, even if it was to save Jet’s life. It had been the most ill conceived attacks he had ever made. Thankfully the assassin had been thrown off guard enough to not retaliate, or Jet and him wouldn’t be here. He almost punched the Dolphin to vent his frustration. He stopped mid swing when he realized that it’d wake up at least two of his teammates, one whom he didn’t ever want to see after tonight.
Albert ran a hand through his hair and tried to remember anything, anything besides the overwhelming feeling of anger and fear. Why had he been so scared? It was nothing like when he or any other of his team had faced death. He had been terrified to lose him, just like he lost- Albert stopped mid though. He throat closed tightly as he remembered Hilda. Then it hit him; he’d just compared Jet to Hilda. Albert shook his head violently, as if to remove the thought. There was NO way he was comparing Jet to Hilda. It must have been the stress of the day. It wasn’t as if the American would return his attention anyway- Albert stopped again. His head throbbed dully as he tried to put his thoughts into any order that didn’t make it sound like he like 002. He couldn’t.
The sun was coming up slowly as Albert finally gave in; he was in love with the thickheaded stubborn American. Albert watched the sun rise over the ocean for a few minutes. 006 would be up soon, he started early in the morning to make enough food for all of them. 005 and 008 were most likely up already, doing their various morning rituals. The water lapped at the Dolphin a little louder as the tide came in. With out a second though Albert stripped to his boxers and jumped in. If anyone needed him they could get 001 to contact him. He needed to stop thinking for a while; anyway it wasn’t likely that Black Ghost would send another assassin for a while.
Pyunma came into the kitchen and sat down. Chang stirred something energetically before talking.
“What brings you to my kitchen this early? If you’re hungry I have a few apples in the fridge.”
Pyunma grabbed an apple from the fridge before sitting down again.
“Albert’s taking it pretty hard.”
Chang didn’t acknowledge 008 at first. He poured something into his pan and turned up the heat.
“He still feels attached to someone. Of course he isn’t going to accept that he may be in love again, especially with a man. He came from another time, one that isn’t as open minded as this one.”
Pyunma took a bit out of the apple.
“Do you think he knows that we know?”
Chang snorted and breathed fired under his pan to speed up the cooking.
“I doubt that he would suspect us of knowing something he doesn’t even know!”
Pyunma nodded and took another bit out of his apple. Chang put a lid over breakfast and sat down next to Pyunma.
“Right now he needs to clear his head and we need to mind our own business till they work this out.”
008 looked at his apple and gave it a sad smile.
“Poor 004 I doubt 002 is gonna feel flattered to know that Albert likes him that way.”
Chang got up and pulled some fruit from the fridge.
“You never know, he may surprise us. Love does what it has to do.”
Pyunma took his last bit out of the apple before throwing the core away.
“Let’s hope it doesn’t end in one of them getting hurt.”
Chang nodded.
“We can only hope”

Albert swam up to the surface of the water and took another deep breath of the fresh air. The Dolphin was a speck in the distance far from his troubled mind. He knew that he should be heading back soon or he’d attract more attention in the halls then he’d want. He began to head over to the Dolphin when he was pulled under abruptly. He took another more hasty deep breath as he was pulled under. He turned to see what had pulled him down to see the assassin he’d just knocked out and they didn’t look very happy.

Jet stared at the ceiling angrily. He hadn’t slept all night, he would have gone out but he’d heard someone else sneak out and he didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Albert had saved him, but what had scared him was Albert’s face as he beat up the assassin. Jet had only seen a face like that when one of his gang members had found out another gang had tried to rape his girl friend. Jet still felt sick whenever he though of what that kid had done to the ringleader. Jet looked at his clock 6 a.m.
“Fuck it”
Jet got out of bed and pulled a shirt from the floor. He shrugged it on as he went to see what Chang was up to. He walked past the bedrooms. Pyunma was up, so was Chang of coarse. Geronimo was up and meditating. He stopped at the next door, Albert’s room. He was up already. Jet knew the German was an early riser, but he never got up this early unless he was on duty. Jet looked up on down the hall to make sure no one else was there. He pressed a few buttons to see when Albert had left his room, 1:47 a.m. Jet stared at the time for a few moments. It’d been Albert he’d heard last night, but he should have come back to at least try and get some sleep by now. Jet quickly ran threw the Dolphin to find 001. He found him levitating a few toys and other house hold items in the sick bay.
“Where’s 004?”
Ivan looked at him oddly.
‘Why do you want to know?’
Jet faintly blushed as he tried to think of a reason. He didn’t know why he wanted to know where Albert was. Ivan giggled.
‘He’s swimming outside last time I checked, though that was a few hours ago.’
Ivan looked a little dazed for a few seconds, suddenly he snapped back and stared at Jet.
‘He’s in trouble something has pulled him under the water. I’ll send Pyunma to help him-’
Jet was already out the door running toward the hatch. Ivan wanted to smack 002 for rushing off like that, but he couldn’t blame him. After all he and 004 were the only ones who didn’t see that they like each other and no one used logic when it come to those whom they love.
‘Do you even know where you are going?’
Jet pushed the hatch open so hard it bent and gave a loud clang. The rest of the ship woke up startled as those who where up ran to see what caused the noise. Ivan quickly told then what was happening before returning his attention to Jet.
“I’ll find him some how.”
Jet took off, full speed. Scorching some of the Dolphin’s paint. Ivan sighed.
‘He’s slightly to your right to should be over him right about… now.’
002 did a vertical dive into the water propelling himself down onto the assassin and Albert. It was harder to say who was more surprised. Jet ripped the assassin away from Albert and pulled him deeper down. Albert raced to get some air, Pyunma who had left shortly after Jet reached him and helped him get to the surface faster. Albert coughed violently.
“Jet.. Jet’s still down there. I have to-” Pyunma grabbed him roughly and pulled him toward the Dolphin.
“Jet can take care of himself, lover boy.”
Albert froze and Pyunma smacked himself mentally. A body part floated to the surface and was followed by several more. Jet exploded from the water, spinning mid air to dry off.
“Is he o.k.?”
Jet looked worried for a second before he saw Albert glaring at Pyunma.
“I’m fine”
Albert yanked his arm free and started for the Dolphin. Pyunma grabbed his head and dove under water. Jet hovered for a few second before following Albert.

Ivan had nearly made Pyunma ears bleed after he over heard what Pyunma said to Albert. Now Ivan was trying to decide if erasing 009’s was at all ethical at this point in time. Albert climbed down into the Dolphin and walked past everyone without saying a word. His cool demeanor kept even 003 from saying anything. Ivan tentatively tapped at Albert’s mind. He got a very colorful usage of German that basically meant go away. Ivan sank back in his crib and the rest of the crew stared at Jet as he came in. Jet looked at them confused.
“What?!”

Albert was normally the calm one. He tried to be the calm one because someone needed to do it. Right now though he wanted to shoot every thing that walked and anything else in his sight. How could he have been so blind, everyone must have been laughing at him. How could he have not notice his feelings earlier.
‘You though you were straight and meant to be with a wonderful woman called Hilda.’ Albert growled.
“Not now 001”
Ivan sighed in Albert’s mind.
‘You’re only making thing worse.’
“How long did you know?”
Albert could almost see Ivan squirm in his crib.
‘A few months.’
Albert broke a lamp.
“A FEW MONTHS!”
The whole ship heard Albert and immediately figured out that Ivan had decided to try and talk some reason into him. A role the Ivan was use to, but not like this. This was too personal, to painful for anyone to understand. Well anyone, but Jet who was to steps from killing himself for being a ‘fag’. Their talk with Jet hadn’t gone well. 003 had finally calmed him down enough to get him to stop pointing the gun at his head a few minutes ago. He was now hiding in his room refusing to come out for anything. Ivan tried not to wince.
‘Albert…’
Albert threw open his door and stormed out the shipped before anyone could stop him. He stood at the very edge of the ‘deck’ and took a few deep breaths. He was coming out for air more and more lately.
‘Albert, Jet tried to kill himself.’
Albert’s heart stopped, at least it felt like it did. He couldn’t think of anything to say.
‘Please, we can’t talk to him. I know we forced this. And I wish we hadn’t, but only you can fix this.’
Albert stood glued to the spot. Jet had tried to end his own life and it was all his fault.
‘Albert, it isn’t your fault-’
“Then whose is it?!”
Ivan was still not used to Albert being so openly aggressive.
‘Albert, he tried to kill himself for the same reason you ignored you feelings.’
Albert stared at the ocean pointedly ignoring Ivan. Ivan gave up and slipped from his mind. He needed to check on Jet.

When Albert came in, he walked in to WWIII. At least that’s what it looked like. Everyone was running around cleaning. There were broke bits of glass and metal scattered across floor. Albert snuck past them quietly. He wandered aimlessly around the halls before finding himself in front of Jet’s room. The door was slightly open and he heard someone sniffle. Albert swallowed his pride and opened the door slowly.
“Jet?”
The sniffling stopped and he heard a pair of feet drag across the floor.
‘Yeah…”
“May I come in?”
There was an awkward pause.
“Jet, I just want to talk.”
“Fine”
Albert let himself in and shut the door.
“Leave the door open. They ordered me to leave it open in case I try to… Whatever, just leave it open.”
Albert opened it slightly and caught a glimpse of someone scurrying away. Jet sat down on his bed and stared at a wall. Albert leaned against the wall for a few minutes.
“You must think I’m disgusting.”
Albert raised his head to look at Jet, his eyes where red, and he had dark circles making his look miserable. Albert then understood. They hadn’t told Jet that he like him, and Jet thought that Albert…
“You couldn’t be more wrong.”
Jet looked up at him as he walked to the bed pulled Jet up and kissed him. It wasn’t perfect, but it was what Jet needed. Finally, Albert pulled back to look at Jet.
“I was stupid to have let this go on like this. I should have said something as soon as I figured it out.”
He pulled jet closer to him and gently sat down on the bed, bringing Jet with him. Jet just stared for a few seconds.
“This can’t be fucking real.”
Albert couldn’t help, but laugh at he Americans response. He leaned his head against Jet’s.
“I’m real, you’re real, and so this is real.”
Jet tried to pull himself together and put his New York gang attitude back on. Albert swiftly kissed him again, stopping Jet from using his old escape method. It was quick, but it served its purpose.
“Please don’t do that to me. Don’t act as if you’ve tougher then anything in this whole world. Don’t hide behind tough talk and try to push me away because it may not be right. Please, my Vogel. Don’t leave me behind in the wake of your anger and confusion. I want to help you. I want to be with you… always.”
Jet listened and was shocked and flattered at Albert pouring his heart to him.
“…Albert, what does vogel mean?”
Albert let his arm loosen so that Jet could get up if he wanted to.
“It means bird in German. If you don’t want to be called-”
Jet covered Albert’s mouth and smiled.
“I like it.”
Jet hesitantly leaned forward. Albert didn’t move, but smiled reassuringly to Jet. Jet moved slowly, taking Albert’s lips as if they would break if he touched them. Albert opened his mouth slightly and licked Jet’s lower lip. Jet shivered and gasped as Albert did his best to relax the younger man. Finally, Jet put more into the kiss and Albert could sense that Jet was doing better. Jet’s kiss got more desperate and Albert had to break it off to get some air.
“You’re good at this.”
Jet flushed slightly and looked down and to his right. Albert gently took his face and looked into his eyes.
“I’m enjoying it.”
Jet regained his confidence and moved in for another kiss. Albert had to use his right hand to steady himself as Jet became more aggressive. He felt himself getting hard and mentally curse. That wasn’t going to help. Jet didn’t notice, he was to focused on stealing Albert’s breath. Jet broke the kiss off this time and looked down at the thing that had been poking him. Albert mentally cursed himself again. Jet looked at Albert and grinned evilly.
“Looks like you’re really enjoying it.”
Albert gasped as Jet brushed his leg against him.
“Jet, I don’t want to move to fast for you-”
Jet kissed his hard snaking his tongue to meet Albert’s. Albert shuddered as Jet slowly removed his pants. Albert stood up taking Jet with him and took off his own pants. Jet came up for air and pulled at the hem of Albert’s shirt. Albert froze. Jet looked at him with eyes full of lust and passion.
“I don’t know if you want to see me yet.”
Jet kissed Albert’s neck and moved up to kiss under his ear.
“Of course I wanna see you. All of you.”
And with that Jet gently began to pull Albert’s shirt up. Albert was glad Jet still had his head in his neck. Jet gently felt up Albert chest, so much of his body had been replaced with plastic or metal including most of his torso. Jet looked Albert in the face.
“I fuckin’ love you. It doesn’t matter what you look like.”
Albert placed his hands over Jets and helped him take off his shirt. Jet stared at Albert’s chest. Where skin should have been plastic and metal formed an exaggeration of a human’s muscle structure. This gun hand was attached to a plastic replacement arm. Jet wondered if Albert could do what he wanted suddenly. Albert read Jet’s face easily. His normal smug smile came back.
“I assure you I have all the important parts.”
Jet flushed again and cursed his pale complexion. Albert reached out and gently removed Jet’s t-shirt. Albert then kissed Jet as his took off their pants. Jet led him forcefully to the bed as they kissed. Albert finally felt like his normal self as Jet made as to remove his boxers. He broke off the kiss, and smiled.
“Well, Vogel. You’ve seemed to have lost your shyness.”
Jet gently bit his neck in reply. Albert let Jet take off his underwear and then did the same for Jet. Jet arched as Albert’s hand brush against him.
“Fuck!”
Albert kissed his chest.
“I believe that’s the idea.”
Jet gasped and bit his lip as Albert took Jet is his hand. He slowly worked Jet as they kissed Jet had to come up for air more often till he couldn’t hold his moans back. Albert worked faster kissing any part of Jet that he could see. Jet moaned loudly and dug his fingers into Albert’s back. The plastic felt weird under his fingers but as soon as he realized that Albert could feel though the plastic he shoved the oddness of it away. Albert arched his back into Jet’s fingers as Jet got close to coming. Jet was now panting, moaning, and screaming Albert’s name as loud as he could. Jet suddenly stopped moving.
“Ah… Albert! FUCK!”
Jet came showering Albert’s hand and stomach. Albert wiped his hand on Jet sheets and gently traced the muscles in his abdomen. Jet twitched in pleasure and Albert bent down to kiss him again. Jet’s hand nervously reached up, but Albert gently took it and held it.
“I’ll wait till next time, this time I’m glad to have just pleased you.”
He took Jet’s lips one last time before Jet pulled him down next to him. Jet kicked off the sheets and nestled his head in Albert’s arm. They fell asleep shortly after, wrapped in an odd assortment of legs, arms, and metal.

“Is it safe?”
Joe looked at Ivan hopefully. Françoise had walked past Jet room as they started and she ran to the kitchen flustered and embraced. Ivan had gotten the worse of it though. He’d decided to check on Jet as Albert was… anyway Ivan believed he was scarred for life now and didn’t want to check up on them anytime soon.
Finally Great Britton gather the courage to walk down, mainly because he wanted a certain script. When he heard no noise he wisely shut the door without looking in. He came back with his script and grabbed a cup of coffee.
“Well is it?”
G.B. took a long swig of coffee.
“Sure, just don’t look in their room. Oh, and tell Doc we need to sound proof their rooms.”


I hope that wasn’t too bad. And sorry the smut scene is so short and the story is so long. I need a lot more practice at this stuff.