Decisions
Parking my beast in the garage next to his Hummer, I enter and find him seated on the couch typing at his laptop yet again. He doesn't accord me the slightest of glance but I am used to it, in the time we've been laying low here together I offered him the same lack of human response myself, so it's normal for us. Aside from the intimate times when we decide to indulge ourselves, that is. I lay my backpack near the entry and enter the shower, I swear this place is used more to decontaminate ourselves from remnants of blood and liter of sweat rather than what normal people usually use it for. While showering I summon many aspects of this partnership that makes me thankful, like having found someone who would gratify me with the same lack of reaction daily. It might appear bizarre for anyone who doesn't understand this way of living, but to us social rituals that are considered "normal", plus overreacting people, are utterly demanding.
Unlike others who would always question whether I'm angry or alright whenever I wasn't acting like them, according to their standards of what makes a human actually human; it's a pain having to explain to many that this is just the normal me, and then they would get upset when I would get annoyed because of their constant misunderstandings. Compared to them Albert is actually quite agreeable, indulgent and refined, so that says a lot. He still feels like home, common territory.
I pick up new clothing from the bag which I have left in the bathroom especially for this, clothes that I have bought since it isn't me anymore to wear my old clothing. It's nothing extravagant, just a striped blue and black chemise plus black pants. My preference for lack of colors didn't change though and it never would, Albert is well-placed to know how that is. Right now he is wearing a blue-navy turtle neck, sleeves rolled up his forearms plus black pants. I glance over him, it's as though every new occasions that I look at him again feels like the first time.
Taking my own laptop I sit to his right and remain quiet, I know he is busy acquiring information and generally we'd be seated this way exchanging knowledge. Just one of those times I enjoy and don't take for granted since life is so delicate. I momentarily look at what he is researching while noticing how the bright screen intensifies his already-lustrous eyes. For one hour straight, only our clicking is heard, sometimes typing, and he'd release a faint throaty 'hm' when finding something of interest. Sometimes I sense him shift slightly on the couch, his behavior less relaxed when coming to a dead end or something he disapproves of in terms of intelligence.
After another seventeen minutes my dry throat made me recall how thirsty I had been while driving back here, but seeking data often does this to me where I forget to take care of this shell. I'm also famished from my earlier activities and constant use of my powers but that can wait, I longed for data more than food right now. I set the laptop on the low table in front of us before getting up. He must have been seated there for hours on end like I knew him capable of, hence his concentration not as good as earlier since presently he's getting distracted by my passing, eyes leveling on my rear. Hell I know we are both extremely focused and professional creatures, but sometimes we too just let our eyes wander, plus coming from him I'm not offended.
I turn my head his way and see his eyes dart on my face, I wink before saying «How long have you been seating there? I think I have just the right thing for you. » and near my backpack to pull out a bottle of Le Ciel.
He sighs while moving his neck around then says, «Yes, that is a fine proposal. »
I pick up two glasses and sit back, hands him one then he reclines back sighing once more. I glance over his screen, «Hmm…. that again, hence your unnatural way of communicating your emotions via more than one sigh. »
Maybe it's displeasing to him how much I know him, though it really isn't that hard to comprehend since we share similar traits, but nowadays I still hope he doesn't see it as a problem. He enjoys a mouthful before responding, «This damn thing is preposterously the most complex equation I've ever worked on so far. It is tormenting my mind. I despise to think that I would require Birkin's help in order to achieve its completion... but I had already met my limits when G had first been discovered. »
I lean in to examine further, now over his knees I could feel his ever-burning eyes roaming over my back, «…..Careful, you might trigger my spontaneous combustion by staring too much.»
«Wouldn't want that. », he says throatily.
«Liar», I reply while keeping on reading, but the more I do the more my brows narrow then my lips thinned; I am embarrassed, this is complicated alright and nothing like I've ever searched information on before. Once again, in comparison to his own knowledge, I hate my lack of understanding in such domains; nothing would please me more presently than providing support into cracking this, it would simultaneously make me more appreciative of myself. Though feeling rather insignificant having to sit this one out, I yet might be able to provide some kind of insight. I fetch the USB key from my pocket and hands it to him, «Perhaps there's something in there that could help overcome whatever it is that makes you revolve in circle.», I lean backward.
I let the agreeable liquid descend in my throat as he says contemplatively, «Perhaps… In any case, enough for tonight. » and brings the laptop's lid down. Well this could also hint at his weariness else his curiosity would have enticed him to take a look right away. Strange though, stamina-wise...then maybe he simply just have something else in mind. His elbows resting on his knees like that, I watch him as he mainly breathes. I know he'd been at it since early this morning although he had switched seats since then; know what it means to be inert for so long while working on something, and how the tension builds in the back plus shoulders therefore I offered him a massage. Time and again we had to get used to each other's touch as for we never were ones to let others approach us this way, not that we usually make physical contact a lot in the first place. But currently when I gently push him aside in order to sit behind him, he isn't as inflexible as I know he can be.
I lift his turtle neck and he helps me remove it completely; I know that my freezing hands will be a shock but they would warm up as I go, and besides he has suffered much worse. He tenses taking a quick intake of breath under the icy touch then let me work my magic. I don't know my way around pipette, chemistry or biology as much as he but I am good with my hands nonetheless, know what to do and where. While I help him unwind I start reporting the details of my mission, he takes all the information in silently. Eventually his head lowers from all the pleasant contacts, even moaning throatily when I work on a knot that is worse than the others. I am fine with aiding him to feel soothed amidst this strenuous life, playing nurse isn't my style but I don't mind these rare occasions when it comes to him.
Having Albert near me like this always makes my chained animal yank at its shackles. I feel this growing desire to consume him entirely, however I control the need and mostly vote to just let the tip of my tongue run up the back of his neck. He shivers despite the slight trail of saliva, must be because I tickled his body hair too. My legs are limp at each of his sides and soon I feel his hands glide up on them. I solidly roll my thumbs on his shoulder blades a bit more while he just let his palm rest on my knees. Twenty seconds later I lean in and move my nose up in his hair, breathing his engaging aroma. I inhale deeply then sigh, bringing my hands on his front gliding them to his chest before pressing him on me. I need to hold him firmly, just feel him against me like this. I sense his breathings and synchronize mine along; he let me cling to him without saying anything or trying to move away.
I let out throatily «You did warm up to me as well…»
He remains quiet still but his mind approves; and surprisingly as he sits there, I sense he feels neither shame nor annoyance from that thought he just provided for himself. Warmed up to me, he did.
Then I learn why, the reason I allow myself this weakness right now; it comes in my mind, like a paroxysm. Unexpectedly, as if feeling something's wrong, he lifts his right hand to caress the back of my head softly. Massaging there he relieves some of my own tensions making me close my eyes. I exhale slowly, allowing him to take care of me without feeling stupid. I let the unpleasant image sink until it is but an omen, he on the other hand would only realize in time….
I breathe him in once more before removing my hands and departing; seating next to him again before leveling my flute. He does the same in silence so we drink in synchronicity, lost in our own thoughts. He leans back placing an arm over the sofa and I remain where I am, elbows on my knees as I stare ahead outside. I actually catch on a raccoon fumbling around in the dark... Shortly after my stomach growls so I get up to prepare food, Albert remains immobile still thinking while finishing his drink. Knowing he must have skipped his own refueling as he worked, I prepare portions for two though something relatively light seeing how late it is; wouldn't want digestion preventing anyone from sleeping well.
His turtle neck is back on once I bring the plates along then I stare outside some more while eating; thinking about many things myself, even refills my glass before seconds later he does the same. Afterwards he picks up a book while I wash the dishes; we take turn at cooking and washing so it isn't like I am being a servant, he does his part accordingly just as I. Next I went to empty my backpack and trashed the bullet-ridden shirt before soaking my pants in icy water. Once done I near the window and lean beside it, sight lost on the sky and that stunning crescent, listening to pages being turned. Eventually he placed the book down and got up, «Time to rest, we've got another eventful day tomorrow. »
Without a word I stare as he walks to his bedroom where he draws back the sheet over his bed, when I silently stroll in he is preparing to remove his pants. I stand in the doorframe «Don't mind me, I like watching you undress; to be fair I like watching you, period. »
He had turned at the sound of my voice and now is nearing me, «You truly make no noise parallel to a snake slithering on ice. » He places both his arms at each side of the door, over me, «I am conscious of your tendency at looking intently; now, why don't you land a hand…»
I dig my right index in between the fabric of his pants in order to unbutton them, before sliding the zipper down slowly with intent while we keep our eyes locked. I can hear him breathe softly; see his adman apple move as he swallows. I let his pants drop to the floor and at the subtle noise of it on the carpet he rushes his mouth on mine. I grab the sides of his head with my hands forcing a stronger kiss, our breathings quickly becoming irregular through the passionate motions, until he clutches my shoulders to vigorously push me into the wall at my left. A noise escapes my throat then we keep exchanging saliva, next we both started to remove my chemise and pants.
I hold his biceps firmly as he still presses my shoulder blades and back on the solid surface, he breaks the kiss before running his lips on my jaw and neck all while placing his knee in between my legs. Supporting me he applies pressure with his thigh, just teasing with this motionless contact before capturing my arms lifting them above my head, pinning them with his larger palm. I won't let him have all the fun and knows he expect rebellion from this other wild animal he is mischievously trying to dominate.
Therefore I moved my head to my right and bit his forearm hard enough to leave red marks, making him brusquely withdraw his limb whilst inhaling as abruptly. Albert laughed in his throat; we both are getting turned on. As he still holds my left hand, I move my freed limb down his abdomen cupping his genital; he leans in to slide his nose along my neck-side and into my hair, being demonstrative like a real panther would do with its neck. Before I can feel him becoming erect however he seizes my thighs and swiftly pulls us off the wall. I have to grab his shoulders to prevent my fall then he roughly forces me into the mirror on his commode. The glass breaks and digs into my back as I let out a grunt in between clenched teeth. Seated on top of it I say «Whatever happened to not breaking anything? »
«I reconsidered. » he says before kissing my collar bone, the lesions in my skin already gone.
«Wise decision, I wondered when you would. », I grip his ass strongly pushing him on me as I imprison his waist with my legs. My hand on the nape of his neck, I slide my fingers upward through his hair as he's still moving his mouth about my skin, then I fist some solidly ordering him to keep going until I've had enough, before forcing him into kissing me again. Next he yanks me from the article before throwing me on the mattress. His fast motion made the room revolve around dizzying me briefly, after the first bounce I turn over and promptly place my feet diagonally under his chin just as he has been leaning closer; playfully stopping him allowing me to marvel at how he stands there on all fours like an animal, muscles stiff and fiery eyes defying me. From inward, he moves his hand beginning on my ankle then beyond before tossing my entire leg aside, grabbing my waist and jolting me upward turning me over.
Cheap anal thrill? No thank you, and it isn't what he has in mind either therefore I let him bend over me as I stand on palms and knees. He removes my bra before leaning in to cup my breast, adorning my right shoulder blade with a bite mark then down he goes rubbing my privates. I abandon myself to his care, closing my eyes as he gently prepares me for what would follow afterward. The warmth spreads between my thigh and he feels the moisture through the tissue, right then Albert merely tosses the cloth aside sliding his index in and starts stimulating me directly.
From there onward I lay my forehead on the mattress giving in to his flavorsome strokes and shortly began moving on his finger, my movements also stimulating him as my ass rubs on his front; until I fist the sheet moaning. He allows me to recover even though he leans in pressing his erection on my butt, making me feel how ready he is for me. As I am still panting he slowly rubs himself there, even caress my back tenderly. Now my breathings steadier, I shift over my back and place my feet around his ribs pulling him nearer. He lays his elbows each side of my head, pulls backward on my front hair so he can have access to my jaw which he mouthed digging his teeth on the bone. I like him putting pressure on me that way with his teeth just as I like doing it to him; I caress down his ass once more seizing it.
He's giving my nether region time to recover even though his own is throbbing unrelentingly. I pinch his trapeze forcing him seated then on his back before placing my palms each side of his head, stroking myself on him unhurriedly. I enjoy seeing his jaw clench, him breathing fast through his nose; he had already been on the edge of removing his underwear so now he's tormented. After glancing at how my breasts move above him as I sensually stimulate him, Albert grabs me and rolls us on the side then over the edge colliding with the floor, which made a quick groan escape his throat.
I chuckle gutturally then we remove our underwear and he slides inside, my back arching as I receive him before locking him in place with my legs again. Not containing himself any longer, his thrusts are avid, and so are our moans as we near our intoxicating explosions. I sense the rush, I feel it as if it could kill me so much it's- My head goes backward as my mouth opens wide; second orgasm twice as intense as the first and I can't suppress an «Al-» cut short by a high and long moan bursting out. My highly erotic state only fuels his own release even more hence he comes loud and strong over me as his arms falters, leaving him panting near my head and my chin in the curve of his neck.
I swallow and lick my lips, staring at the ceiling feeling euphoric. Still clinging to him I brush my lips on his warm skin as he doesn't mind recovering right where he is. Pure ecstasy…
Later that night I got up and leisurely walked to his bedroom, standing in the doorframe once more I watched over him. He is resting on his back, right hand limp over his foreleg and the left under his head. Seconds later his voice comes to me, «Is the view so compelling?»
«I can't help myself, and yes, it always will be. »
His pair of red-orange eyes reveals and shifts to the left my way.
I continue, « So your new skills are making you more alert as well, since you yet knew I was here despite me producing no noise whatsoever. »
As we stare, I know he is still unused at how my own eyes are so bright in the darkness.
«Yes and no; you have this peculiar odor clinging to you, even if you shower. I can't explain what it is but I smelled your presence more than sensed it. Furthermore I'm having trouble sleeping. Mind full of ideas whenever I wake. »
«…I know how tiresome that is…. » My sight darts to the outside as I make out a deer moving by.
Albert sits up, bringing his knees closer to his chest and placing his forearms on top, holding his left hand with his right above it. «I never thought I'd say this to anyone, but I wish I knew what you're thinking. »
I look his way again, his gaze trying to carve their way through my skull. I reply, «I have an advantage over you and you dislike it. »
He expires loudly with meaning, «As I said. »
I shake my head once, «I don't have to read your mind to know that. But wanting to be on top of everything and everyone is in your nature; I think you're coping with rather well. So far. »
«It is quite taxing however. »
«Ooh, I don't doubt it. Having to actually trust me with everything I divulge and scarcely being able to conceal any bit of information I can perceive from you or other incidents. For an enigmatic man like you, it must almost ache physically. »
«And I need not read yours to be aware of your increasing wonderings regarding how long I'll let you remain by my side. »
«Obviously. Someone so power hungry cannot carry on with me forever. »
The staring continues and I can tell he battles within himself to hide what his thoughts really are. He tries to alter the flow with words, «Was that the purpose of this nocturnal visit? »
«Aside from watching you sleep, I'm awake since I require fewer hours of rest because of a faster healing organism; downside is I need to eat more frequently to replenish strength as I consume energy faster. »
I gave up trying to know what his exact thought are, I'll figure it out the hard way soon enough….«I'll let you rest.», on this I went back to the living room to contemplate the stars, mind drifting on my vision, one that could not be changed. And even if it could, I still wouldn't have it any other way. This is the permanent protector in me being ever so thick-headed. It's also about my unwavering loyalty, my values, and my heart as well.
Fully awake, I remain seated completely motionless and watch the sun rise hours later.
X+++++++X
The next morning we went on about our business like usual, but there is that something which has been nagging at me last night. It makes me break the silence, «Do you suppose bigger events can be foreseen months before they occur because they modify the flow of time much more than common events? Same applies for past experiences I read in you when we first met. Taking into consideration that the rest of the time I can predict what will happen three seconds before it does, and that it really is info coming in and not me actually choosing what I want to see. »
He swallows a piece of Danish before licking a residue off his lip, «Sounds appropriate though hard to demonstrate.»
I nod, «That is also something that bothers me since there are no concrete answers but my speculations alone. Moreover, it's not like the human species has proven that time is as cyclical or real as they think; perhaps it only makes one without being separated the way humans imagine it is. After all, time is but a notion for and from humans. Dogs have no notion of time; five minutes or five hours is the same to them. So that may mean that whenever I get visions it comes from the same place and not from future or past events; but a big whole in which I could drain in everything. I just don't know how and why I can't see "200 years" from now, for example... I suppose I shouldn't bother too much as long as it works in our favor, not a very scientific approach but we've got to take some and leave some. »
«Agreed. »
Still it nags at me. Well, yesterday he had left the USB key on the desk near the couch, now is not the time to investigate it since we have something else to do. He gets up bringing his cup with him, «I'll exercise then we'll be leaving. » He is already wearing his workout clothes and I watch him move to the designated area.
My stationary bike is in there so I would often watch him keeping fit while listening to music. Presently I'm bringing my breakfast to the door and look at him as he performs nice maneuvers, always so precise and powerful even through thin air. I never tire of this either. I remember the pain felt when he had broken my ribs and can only imagine many other beatings he had thrown at the enemy. That has got to hurt indeed…
He is one of the rare things in this sick world worth contemplating and it saddens me to know this too would end. When he was done he merely bothered getting under the shower for thirty seconds to remove the sweat before dressing up. He dresses in that black outfit of his though mixed with black military boots instead of his longer ones. He puts fingerless gloves on and sunglasses; still looking as intimidating and professional as ever. He doesn't trouble himself with any fire arms since if he needed any he'd steal it from the enemies.
For my part I wear the same black tight clothing, my movements are fluent in this enough and I am also equipped with my combat knife. We board the Hummer and a thought shoots through my mind that it might be the last time, I chase it away starting to engage Albert instead, «I have but one request, that you really trust me in there. I might have to give you orders when I get hints and it'll be for both our sakes, so I don't want to be plagued with thoughts of whether you're getting annoyed or not at my demands. Thus I need it to be clear this instant; I must be sure you'll follow my calls whenever it'll occur and give in to my movements if I have to shove you out of the way. »
He turns the wheel; there is a moment of silence where we both stare ahead. Of course I'm not expecting him to get all touchy feely and say things like ''we're a team'', but whatever approval from his part would suffice. I add, «You know how this has got to work so give me that same freedom I've given you else it might just ruin this operation and you know it. »
I've never seen him hesitate like this; I sense he is so it makes me look his way. His jaws are clenched for some reason and I slightly frown at that. He turns another curve as I patiently wait for his answer; it's troubling, what is going on in his mind? Is he sensing something isn't right? But how could he…?
His voice interrupts my thoughts, «It goes without saying. » There is something unusual in it, not an overflow of emotion but something oddly off though I cannot explain it. I stare at him for a couple of seconds before reporting my sight to the October scenery; I don't know what to think of this. Don't you be having second thoughts now, don't sever our bond so soon….I still have one thing left to accomplish for you….to boost you to the top.
The mission, our mission; infiltrate the last Umbrella laboratory known to us. To destroy all minus some interesting samples, then Wesker will be free to accomplish whatever he wants and wherever. But right now the party is just about getting started….
Albert stops a mile from the base; said building is large enough and spreads underground as well, so it's going to be a hell of a celebration for the two of us. No doubt they will defend themselves with everything they possess, squads and B.O.W.s alike; but unfortunately for them we're of far better built. Wesker could blow the doors open for us and then we'd both use our inhuman skills to carve our way through everything and everyone.
Like furtive animals we move through the forest, nearer to the entry. Trained dogs could smell us coming but they still wouldn't be a menace, besides, some of them tried to scurry away whimpering upon sensing our strange scent through the wind. Screams, multiple shots fired, the usual responses caused by our perfectly orchestrated attacks; if I had time to slow down and see us through someone else's eyes I would have found it to be a beautiful sight indeed. Cracking the necks of the last remnants of forces, we're pacing towards the entrance as I sense incoming backup. That's it, this is another important page in 'history', another gear well lubricated and turning as it should.
With some profound meaning only known to us both, we blew our way through the doors thus writing new pages…