All That Glitters

 

AN:  Epilogue time!  I’m well aware that the sex is what everyone wants (including me, at this point). So let’s get to it, shall we?

 

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Kuromei: It’s a shame, really. Dax always did want a pet of his own. Ah, well. At least he’s got some intelligent company to talk to and play with now (pun intended).

 

GoodMorningBeautiful2005: You can never play with Jak and Dax too much! lol

 

Tainted_Emerald: I think it would be interesting to revisit this plotline, too. We’ll see!  Thanks for reading :)

 

Reva: Thank you!  I think between them Jak and Dax would be able to find a solution to that dilemma.  They’re pretty creative, when they try.

 

Danielle: Well, thank you very much!  What a nice thing to say.  I think Daxter would be an adorable girl, too.  And yes, most of the characters come from Jak II and Jak 3. 

 

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Characters: Still belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.

 

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“It’s a conspiracy, Jak, that’s what it is.  They’re doin’ it on purpose.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“They gotta be!  We never get a minute to ourselves!”  Daxter huffed.  His grip on Jak’s hand tightened as they wandered deeper into the jungle near the ottsels’ temple home.

 

Jak just smiled, squeezing back.  The matching wrist cuffs Daxter had made for them by melting down his old slave collar with yellow eco chimed gently as they touched. 

 

It was true that the ottsels had been keeping a close watch on the two of them since Jak had left Spargus to be their human pupil and Daxter’s companion.  They ate together, trained together, relaxed together, and even slept together.  Jak had assumed it was just how the ottsels were, but he couldn’t deny that the constant supervision, intentional or not, was putting a damper on the romance department.

 

“Well, we’re alone now.  That has to count for something.”

 

The redhead brightened at that.  “True.  Very true.  Sometimes I’m glad those guys get snoozy after lunch.  No way they’d want to come swimming with us when they could take a nap instead.”

Jak chuckled.  “Too bad we’re not really going swimming.” 

 

“Yeah.  It’s fun giving you drowning lessons.”

 

The prince snorted and gave his friend a good-natured shove.  It wasn’t his fault he had been raised in a desert.  How was he supposed to have learned how to swim when the most water he had ever seen in one place had been inside his waist-deep bathing pool?  Dax knew that just as well as he did, and enjoyed teasing him all the more for it.

 

They were on their way to a small pond secluded in the jungle, it was true.  Today, however, there would be no swimming in the cool, stream-fed water.  Today they had a different objective—one that both boys were continually conscious of as their fingers twined and the bare skin of their shoulders brushed.

 

“Just one good necking session,” Daxter mused, looking up into the canopy of leafy green as they passed underneath.  “Ten solid minutes of making out without interruption, and I’d be happy.”

 

“Oh, really?  That’s not what you were saying last time.”  Jak smirked.  He referred, of course, to the last time they had managed to slip away together in private a week or so prior. 

 

Dax had the decency to blush.  “I dunno what yer talkin’ about.”

 

“No?  You don’t remember the last time we got a bath together?” 

 

From the get-go Jak had managed to convince his new extended furry family that humans did not require supervision to bathe.  Being naked and watched by three extra pairs of curious ottsel eyes had been less than appealing.  However, on the occasion Jak was referring to, Daxter had proclaimed to the others that Jak wouldn’t mind being accompanied by HIM into the bathing room, because they had been friends for so long.  The ottsels had accepted this as a matter of human ritual and not wondered when the two disappeared into the bath chamber together.

 

“I’m tellin’ ya, I have no idea what yer yappin’ about!”  Daxter was flushed from ear tips all the way down his neck, now.  The fact that Jak could reduce him to a whining, whimpering mess didn’t seem to bother him so much as the knowledge that he actually wanted Jak to do it did.

 

“Come on.”  Jak nudged him playfully.  “I can recall someone here asking me very earnestly to ‘quit doing that thing with my fingers and put it in already’ before we had to stop.  Can’t you, Daxter?”

 

“Shut up and walk faster, smart-ass.” 

 

The prince did, if only because the glint of the stream could be seen ahead and he was in no mood to be pushed into it.  If all went according to plan, he hoped to push into something else.

 

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In the shade under a thick bower of flowering trees not far from the bank was a wooden bench, of sorts.  The ottsels often draped across it in the heat of the day, watching the stream go by and thinking deep thoughts.  Or laughing as their kit tried to teach the silly human how to stay afloat in water deeper than his stomach.  This afternoon, though, the simple carved bench was covered in thick cushions, the kind the ottsels lounged on inside their temple dwellings.  The bench was large, and covered with the soft pillows it was almost more of a bed.

 

“Nice, Dax.”  Jak sat down on it appreciatively.  “I was wondering where you weaseled off to before breakfast.”

 

The redhead flopped down next to him with fluff of feathers from the cushions.  “Thanks.  Not too bad, if I do say so myself.”  He huffed, dislodging the small pinfeather than had landed on his nose.  “It’s not a great as yer bed back at the palace, though.  Man, that was a sweet bed.”

 

“You only slept in it for one night,” Jak teased.  He looked down affectionately at the smaller boy lying beside him.  “And you were chained to it first, no less.  I would have thought you didn’t like it much.”

 

“Yeah, well.  The chain went away pretty fast.”  At that Daxter went unexpectedly quiet.  His eyes drifted from Jak to the surrounding jungle, and he frowned a little.

 

Jak’s ears flicked downward.  He hadn’t meant to bring up bad memories.  “I’m sorry, Dax.  I shouldn’t have mentioned that.  This is supposed to be our fun time, right?”  He stretched out next to Daxter and grabbed him playfully around the waist, trying to change the subject.

 

“Nah, big guy, it’s okay.  I was thinkin’ about something else.”  Dax rolled to face him and nuzzled under his chin with a small smile.  At times like that his inner ottsel really shone through.  “I was thinkin’ about how great you are.  That night they chained me up?  You could’a done anything ya wanted to me.  Anything.  Heck, you could’a killed me if ya wanted—wasn’t a lot I could’a done ta stop ya.  But what’d ya do?  Take the chain off an’ feed me.”  The redhead stretched to kiss Jak’s lips.  “I always knew I liked ya fer a reason.”

 

Jak returned the light, sweet pecks as their bodies eased closer and more intimately together.  He shut his eyes, concentrating on the warm, willing form in his arms over the almost sick feeling that remembering that incident evoked in him.  “Ha.  Please don’t turn me into a hero for that, Dax.  If it wasn’t for me being an ass and trying to own you, none of that ever would have happened in the first place.”

 

“I think you sell yerself short.  You made the right decision in the end, pal, and that’s all I care about.  But, ah well.  I beat myself up about that night too, y’know.”

 

Jak chuckled, slipping a hand up and under the back of a light cotton shirt, red as the flowers overhead, to stroke the small of a freckled back.  “Why would you do that?”

 

“Eh… lot’a reasons.”  Daxter shivered, arching under the light caress.  “Because if I hadn’t been so stubborn an’ scared for no reason that night could’a been so much better.  I mean, I guess I knew ya wouldn’t hurt me.  And I liked you, too, a whole lot.  So why was I so against bein’ yer pet and lettin’ ya love up on me?  If I’d just gone with my gut in the first place you wouldn’t have had ta keep pushin’ me, and Damas wouldn’t have flown off the handle like that, and—”

 

“Dax.”  Jak halted the nervous ramble with a long kiss that the redhead melted into after a startled moment.  When it broke, he smiled softly.  “Hey.  Everything looks different in hindsight, alright?  We’re together now, and nobody’s got anybody on a collar and leash.  You want to do stuff like this with me, right?”



“Right.”  Daxter nodded immediately.  “Yer totally right.  But… um.  Fer the record.”  He blushed again, very cutely, and looked away.  “I just want you ta know that if I really had been just a human slave brat, I’d have acted better for ya.  You really were my friend.  You took care’a me, and ya turned me on before I even knew what that meant.  If things had been different I wouldn’t have put up a fight about… anything.”

 

Despite his best efforts to keep it in check, Jak’s ego began to unfurl like a peacock’s tail.  He grinned, unable to resist sliding his palms under the seat of Daxter’s calf-length pants to gently squeeze firm, soft flesh.  The redhead let out a hiss of surprise and squirmed against him.

 

“Don’t look so embarrassed, Dax.  I’m really glad you told me that.  And I love you.” 

 

“I know.  And I… I love you, too.  I really do.”

 

Then, why did his ears fall when he said it?  Why did he sound almost guilty?  Jak forced his hands out of his friend’s pants and skated them upward instead, to pet through his hair tenderly.  “Dax?  What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing.”   

 

Jak sighed.  “You know there won’t be any goodies for either of us until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

 

A hand found its way to Jak’s chest, tracing circles as the redhead pondered his answer.  “Well, I guess it’s just that…  It’s like Pops said the day we brought ya here.  I’m not a human.  And you are.  And I love you.”  Daxter swallowed with some difficulty and laid his forehead against Jak’s shoulder, his fiery red bangs brushing tanned skin.  “And I wanna have sex with you.  A lot.”

 

Jak grinned, planting a kiss above his friend’s ear.  “Mmm.  Me, too.  A lot.”

 

“But…”

 

“You feel like you need to act more like a Precursor.”  Jak had found out very quickly, when in the private, insular world of the ottsels, that they were indeed more than Precursors’ pets.  Much more.

 

Daxter looked up quickly, his mouth open in surprise.  “How did you know?”

 

“Believe me, Dax.  I know what it’s like when people have a million expectations for you, and none of them match up with what you really want.  Been there, done that.  I spent most of my life before you were brought to Spargus trying to be the prince that my dad and Torn and Samos all wanted me to be, and I felt like a big fake.”

 

“So what did you do?” Daxter asked softly, eyes wide.  He had never heard any of this before.

 

“I finally figured out that I could be myself, and still be the leader they needed when I really had to be.  Everybody has responsibilities, but… you have a responsibility to yourself, too.  You only get one chance at life.  If you don’t get to be your own person sometimes, what’s the point of having free will?”

 

Dax stared at him for a long moment.  “Wow.  Jak, you are amazing.”



“Yeah?”



“Totally.  Not only are you smart and drop dead gorgeous fer somebody that doesn’t have fur, but you also validate my selfish impulses to say ‘screw the world’ in favor of screwing you.”

 

Jak laughed loudly, pulling the redhead closer in a breath-stealing hug.  “If it makes you feel any better, I’d also say that having sex with me is absolutely something you should do as a good Precursor.  We’re supposed to be close for the good of our species, right?”

 

“I like the way you think.”

 

It was the work of a moment to pull the redhead’s shirt up and off.  Daxter stretched on the cushions, luxuriating in their silky fabric covers as Jak’s hands found his warm, freckled skin and roamed over it.  He would never turn away a good petting in either of his forms.

 

Jak jumped as a sly hand found its way under the knee-length loincloth he had taken to wearing in the hot, humid jungle.  He had never worn so little clothing, and the feeling was liberating—maybe a little too liberating, as Daxter quickly found what he was after and began to eagerly handle the prince’s forming hardness. 

 

“You move fast, you little weasel,” Jak teased through the redness of his cheeks.  Speed was an asset this time.  Who knew when they might be discovered?  He wouldn’t rush through the important bits, but it couldn’t hurt to get down to business right away.

 

“Hey, I’m the Orange Lightning.  It’s what I do, baby.”  Dax grinned as one hand fondled the green-blonde to shudders of pleasure and the other resumed tracing patterns on his chest.  “Hey, Jak?”

 

“Yeah?” Jak shifted, spreading his legs for Daxter while slipping the redhead’s pants further down his slim hips.

 

“Can we… can we try somethin’ while we do this, big guy?”

 

Jak perked up at the sheepish, hopeful tone.  The fingers on his chest stroked soothingly as if trying to groom his answer.  “What do you want to do?”

 

“Well, I was thinkin’.  Can we play a little game?”



“A game other than ‘who can be quietest so we don’t get caught doing naughty things in the Precursor Sanctuary’?”

 

Daxter grinned.  “Yes.  Let’s play pretend.”

 

“What are we pretending?” Jak purred, thumbs tracing down newly exposed hipbones to the first traces of curly red hair.

 

“Let’s pretend that yer the handsome prince, and I’m the pleasure slave kid who’s supposed ta be with you tonight.  Only I don’t know what ta do yet, see, so you have ta show me how—”

 

Jak froze, hands stilling a hair’s breadth from uncovering his friend’s arousal.  “Dax, no.”

 

“Why not?” Daxter pouted.

 

“Just no.”  Jak shook his head.  There was so much wrong with that.  Daxter was not a slave anymore, never should have been a slave, and Jak still harbored a lot of guilt over his part in the business.  And now he felt guilty over a small part of himself thinking that such a role-play might be fun.  Great.

 

“No, no, big guy,” Daxter assured, petting down Jak’s flat stomach.  “This is different.  We’ll play like I want you ta sex me up.  And I really do.  It’ll all be real happy an’ stuff.  It won’t be like before, when I was too scared.  It’ll be fine.”

 

“I don’t think…” Jak trailed off as Daxter kissed his chin, getting all cuddly and cute like he had taken to doing when he wanted something that Jak or the other ottsels weren’t immediately forthcoming with.

 

“Please, Jak?  I really want to.  Just this once?”

 

The hand on his shaft that refused to quit teasing was making it hard to think, but the prince tried anyway.  It seemed that Daxter really did want to do this.  Why? 

 

“Is this because you want to pretend to be something you’re not?  Like not a Precursor?”

 

The redhead nodded, looking pleased that Jak was trying to understand.  “Yeah, kinda.  That’s part of it.  When you touched me that first night, when I wasn’t so freaked out anymore, it was like…  I can’t even explain it.  It was like, suddenly the only thing I had ta worry about in the world was lettin’ you teach me all this great stuff.  I wasn’t Lightning, the captive Precursor of Yellow Eco who should be tryin’ ta get away from the humans, I was just yer little pal Dax.  I liked that.  A whole lot.”  He rubbed up against Jak, the tented front of his pants brushing the backs of the prince’s wrists.  “So please can we?  It’ll be like a do-over of that first night.  We can make it great, right from the beginning.”

 

With an argument like that, Jak couldn’t find a convincing reason to keep saying no.  Daxter was more than enthusiastic.  And Jak couldn’t help but recall an entire teen-hood’s worth of fantasies about his sweet, silent little redhead willingly falling into his arms and his bed.  The blatant want in Daxter’s blue eyes as he arched against Jak sealed the deal, and he pulled them into a deep kiss. 

 

“You’re really cute, do you know that?”

 

Rather than answer Daxter smiled coyly, ginger lashes nearly obscuring his eyes.  A somehow meek hand twined in a strand of his own hair, curling it around his finger.  It took Jak a second to realize that they were now effectively in character; Dax was pretending to be exactly what he had been for so long—forcefully mute.  The prince enjoyed his friend’s voice far more than not, but decided to let Daxter have his way for the time being. 

 

Jak smiled and wrapped his arms around Daxter, pulling him in to gently grind their groins together.  The action earned a soft gasp, and grasping hands found Jak’s shoulders.  “So, you want me to teach you about the birds and the bees, huh?”

 

Dax looked at his prince and quirked a brow in confusion.  His eyes darted to one of the flowering branches directly above them, where a fat bumblebee droned among the blossoms.

 

“It’s just an expression, Dax,” Jak chuckled.  Damn if the little guy wasn’t still so innocent and adorable in some ways.  Another long kiss and he allowed himself to slip further into the mindset of a royal who was sure as hell going to enjoy the tasty tidbit he had lined up for the evening.  Considering how long he had wanted to do just that, it was rather easy.

 

The redhead’s face when Jak gripped his hips looked almost pained, and he squirmed on the cushions as if trying to help the hands work his pants off.

 

“Eager, aren’t you?  Good.  Wouldn’t have it any other way.”  Jak exhaled warmly in his friend’s ear, enjoying the spastic twitch it reflexively led to.  “Let’s get these off.”

 

Daxter lifted his hips obediently, and in moments Jak was feasting his eyes on one bare, lithe, freckle-smattered piece of perfection.  At least, he sure thought so.  Said piece of perfection lifted his arms almost immediately—to embrace Jak or to cover himself in a fit of affected modesty, perhaps.  Jak would have none of it and grabbed Dax by his wrists, pulling his arms out and away from his body.

 

“Uh-uh.  If you’re mine this afternoon, I’m going to have a good look at what I’ve got to work with.”

 

With a slight flush Daxter went lax, arms where Jak had left them. 

 

Jak winked as he straddled smaller hips and leaned down to run his fingers through Daxter’s hair, petting the flyaway strands back into place.  “Good boy.  You’ve got such beautiful hair…”

 

Daxter’s eyes slid shut and a contented smile settled on his face as Jak stroked his hair and down his ears.  Careful fingers traced his cheekbones and across his pert nose.  When Jak’s hand drifted over his throat Daxter swallowed quickly, pulse beginning to flutter.  Jak saw the gold of his wrist cuff glinting so close to that pale neck where the now-defunct collar had once clung, and moved it away with a jerk.

 

The prince palmed smooth, lightly-spotted shoulders and stroked down Daxter’s arms, joining their hands for a brief squeeze.  He dragged his fingers lightly down a narrow chest and quivering belly, smiling at the smothered laughter that came with it.  He avoided the redhead’s obvious arousal in favor of kneading at his thighs possessively, which earned a mewl of need and an involuntary arch of Daxter’s pelvis. 

 

Through it all Dax stayed resolutely in character, refusing to allow any but the softest, most unintelligible of sounds to escape.  The effort was admirable; he had never purposefully tried to keep silent before when they touched.  Quiet, yes, but this was another level altogether. 

 

The exploration ended at delicate ankles and finely arched feet, the bottoms of which Jak kissed playfully just for the squeaks and squirms.  “Very nice, Daxter.  I have good taste.  You’ll please me very well today.”  Jak smirked, skimming a hand up the back of his friend’s calf.  “And vice versa, of course.”

 

Daxter’s blush sure wasn’t fake, nor was the whimper he let out as he looked beseechingly down at Jak.

 

“Aww.  You’ve done awfully well so far, pet. What about a little treat?  Would you like a treat?” 

 

Jak hoped that wrapping a hand around Dax’s more hot and bothered bits would earn forgiveness for the teasing.  He was right; at the mention of a treat and the warm fingers around his cock Daxter jerked and whined, nodding rapidly. 

 

Dax threw an arm over his face and groaned when Jak moved back and settled between his legs with a wicked grin.  Since their real first night together he had unabashedly cultivated a love for Jak’s mouth around him, and the green-blonde wasn’t about to let the chance slip away.  He wrapped his lips around the tip, tongue teasing at the sensitive underside.  There was a squeal before the redhead could help himself, and Jak glanced up in time to see Daxter bite down on his own fingers.  His eyes were shut tight.  His face, ears, neck, and most of his upper chest were flushed darkly.  Damn, was that a sight.  Jak hardened even further as Dax began to suck at the digits in his mouth, whimpering quietly all the while.

 

The muscles under his hands jumped and twitched as Jak relaxed and took his friend clear to the base.  It had taken him a try or three to get the hang of it, but now that he could he loved to use the trick to make his redhead scream.  Which he was mildly surprised wasn’t happening now.  Another surreptitious glance upward along a shaking body revealed the problem: Daxter had a cushion over his face and was holding it there with a death grip.  Jak almost choked on the length just tickling the back of his throat as he was startled into laughter.

 

Pulling back with a gasp, he reached up to tug the pillow out of Daxter’s hands.  “Hey!  Stop that, you little nut!  I didn’t go through hell to claim you for my own so you could suffocate yourself.”  He spanked the side of the redhead’s rear playfully, making Dax yelp and squirm.  “Now, where were we…?”

 

It seemed to be all Daxter could do not to beg.  He gasped harshly and rocked his hips into the prince’s hands, every feature imploring.  His willpower so far had been impressive, but everyone had their limits.

 

Jak thoughtfully considered the bobbing arousal in front of him: turgid, shining slick, red as his friend’s hair.  A drop of fluid at the slit, for all his stubbornness.  Well then.  Perhaps a different technique was called for.  He shifted up onto his knees and reached out, hand hovering right in front of Daxter’s nose.

 

The redhead blinked, panting prettily.

 

“Suck, Dax.” 

 

At the whispered command Daxter’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.  Jak himself flushed, then groaned quietly as his wrist was grabbed tight and his first two fingers disappeared into a hot mouth.  The prince shifted, using his knees to nudge Daxter’s legs further apart.  A slick tongue laved at his fingers, tickled at the skin between them.

 

“Very, very good.  Get them nice and wet.”  As if Dax didn’t know.  As if he really were ignorant of what Jak was about to do, rather than using every nonverbal cue known to Precursor kind to beg for that very thing.

 

When Jak finally pulled his hand back, fingers glistening, Daxter began to drag in deep, gasping breaths.  Even as Jak moved to grant the request, silent lips moved around the shape of ‘please.’ 

 

“Ready, little guy?” Jak asked, brushing teasingly at the tight opening so quickly displayed by tilting those damned skinny hips up and toward him.  He didn’t want to go too fast, but didn’t want his fingers to dry, either. 

 

Daxter nodded so fast the green-blonde thought he might pull something in his neck, while his hands plucked restlessly at the cushions.

 

Jak pushed in, firmly and smoothly.  Daxter gave a breathless squeak.  His legs trembled on either side of Jak’s waist as the prince did nothing but hold his fingers there, unmoving.

 

“Want more?”

 

What sounded suspiciously like a stifled curse met the innocent question.  Daxter nodded emphatically and shut his eyes tight, nails digging into the cushions he had yet to release. 

 

Jak wondered just how long the redhead was going to be able to keep up the muteness charade.  He smirked, only slightly evil, as he ventured in further and began to search and stretch.  If Daxter could keep quiet when Jak found what he was looking for, then the prince would play the Precursor’s slave next time.

 

Dax gritted his teeth as his head began to toss.  Jak went deeper still, determined to wrest those last traces of control from his friend.  All that Precursor dignity and restraint that Dax had been trying so hard to adopt since they had been back with his companions had absolutely no place on their little couch of love.  He curled and spread his fingers tenaciously.

 

A sharp gasp and a full-body shudder gave it away when Jak hit that special spot.  Feeling victorious, he curled and uncurled his fingers over it, stroking firmly but not firmly enough, until the redhead finally hit his limit and all semblance of their little game shattered like spun glass.

 

“Aaah, JAK!” he yelled, flinging his head back and clenching his hands on the sides of the bench.  “PLEASE!”

 

“Please what?” Jak managed to get out.  This was rapidly approaching torture for him, too.  Every slight shift had his own arousal, so hard it was almost painful, rubbing against the fabric around his waist.  It needed to come up or off, as soon as possible.

 

“What do you think, please, you bastardly blotch on your mama’s fidelity?!” Dax snarled, showing teeth like a cornered weasel. 

 

Jak sputtered inelegantly at the insult against his royal heritage that would have gotten Dax executed on the spot in Spargus.  But, more importantly.  “I can’t, unless you want to bleed all over the place!  I thought that if we got a chance to do this again it would be in the bath, so I hid the oil in there.”

 

Without answering, Daxter jerked away.  Jak almost panicked, thinking he had overdone it and his friend was about to stagger away and deny further touching forever more.  However, all the redhead did was grope over the side of the bench, coming up with something underneath.

 

“There!” he grinned triumphantly, shaking a small vial in the surprised prince’s face.  “Cushions weren’t the only thing I dragged out here this morning, ya know!”

 

Slowly, Jak smiled.  “I think I love you.”

 

Daxter’s smirk widened impossibly as he shoved the oil into Jak’s hands and pointedly got on hands and knees—facing the other direction.  “You better.  Now.  Mate me before I lose my mind and start rubbing on trees.”

 

The word choice mulled itself over in Jak’s brain as he ripped the stopper out of the oil container.  Dax had obviously chosen his preferred position, and maybe that was why.  Most species did indeed “mate” that way.  Even if ottsels didn’t reproduce the old-fashioned way, there might just be something to it.  Come to think of it, that night in the washroom had also seen Dax bent over, the lip of the bath in that instance, quite, quite happy as Jak mock prepared him for the first time.

 

“What’s the holdup back there?”  It was an unrepentant whine.  “Do I have ta put it in for ya, too?”

 

Calmly Jak put the stopper back in the vial.  “No, Daxter, believe it or not I think I can put it in myself.”  And he grabbed twin handfuls of pale flesh, spread them apart, and leaned down with payback for insolence in his eye.

 

Daxter shrieked so loudly that a parrot exploded from the branches overhead and flapped away with a startled squawk of its own.  Eyes huge and disbelieving, he gripped the cushion under his chest and tried to arch away, but Jak held him firmly in place as he worked.  “What the hell—?!  Jak!”

 

A loud and obvious slurp was his answer.  Ha.  Take that.

 

“Holy shit, Jak, stop!  That is sooo not supposed ta haaap-pen… ah—!” Daxter shook as he tried to support himself on his arms, then abruptly went down on his elbows as his legs spread wider.  “Gah!  I don’t even lick there when I groom, fer godsake!” 

 

Jak hummed.  “Mmm-nope.”

 

The redhead whimpered, red face in the pillow.  “How is that not—ooooh, Jak!  Grossing you out?!”

 

As if.  If the prince of Spargus could cheerfully eat a sandwich five minutes after slaughtering a Metal Head, while still covered in the remains of said Metal Head’s insides, like this was going to bother him.  Besides, he had lived with a little redheaded shadow for years.  He knew how fastidiously the kid washed himself, even when he had been a slave with no reason to keep clean.

 

By the time Jak had to stop, lest he come all over himself before he even got inside, Daxter was trembling and pushing back against the slippery tongue inside him.  Dax made a small noise of loss, then moaned when fingers returned to fill the empty space, this time slick with the oil.

 

“Jaaak.  I’m stretched, already!  I swear!  Just, please—!”

 

“Okay.”  He didn’t need to be told again.  He shifted, feeling a perverse thrill as he pulled the cloth covering his arousal up and simply tucked the fall of it in at the waist rather than take it off.  Him still partially clothed, Daxter not.  Mmm.  Lining himself up, he pressed lightly to give Daxter the heads up, as it were.

 

“Yes!  Keep going!”

 

It was an order, plain as day, and awfully loud.  “I am so glad we’re not in the temple,” Jak breathed, and shoved himself home.

 

The noise Daxter let out as he pressed inside was one the prince had never heard before.  It was a sob, leading into a churr, building to what could only be called a trill as Jak hilted himself and paused, breathing deeply.  Focus.  Focus.

 

“That okay?”

 

“Oh, yeeeah,” Daxter panted, eyes closing in bliss.  “Move for me, Jak, please!”

 

Draping himself across his friend’s back, Jak did exactly that.  The pace they set was almost bruising, but that didn’t matter in the slightest to him or to the limber redhead, who matched his strokes with shifting hips and ecstatic vocal accompaniment.

 

“Oh, Creators—I don’t care what anybody says, Jak, you are a GOD!  Ah, fuck!  Nnn… ahn, I could kick myself… we could’a been doin’ this every—ohgods—every damn day since we were thirteen, Jak—!” 

 

“I’m going to come if you don’t shut up,” the green-blonde gasped helplessly, fisting a hand in fiery hair to get his point across.

 

“Then do it.  Go off in me,” Daxter gritted through clenched teeth.  “Make me yers.  Fuck me ‘til I can’t see straight!”

 

At that point a hundred ottsels could have come pouring into the clearing to bear witness, and Jak wouldn’t have even bothered to slow down.  Ottsel, Precursor, whatever the hell Daxter was—he was Jak’s at that moment, first and foremost.

 

The unmistakable tingle of eco surprised him, until he realized that it had to be coming from Daxter.  Jak’s innate ability to channel the stuff, honed sharper even in the short time he had spent learning from the ottsels, caught on immediately.  He sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of it coursing through him, almost like an electric charge.  Perhaps not so strangely, he could feel Daxter’s very essence in it—pushy, volatile, a short fuse forever ready to blow, but easily calmed again afterward.

 

With a hoarse yell, Jak bit down on the shoulder under his chin. 

 

Daxter screamed in counterpoint, ecstasy overriding the ouch as teeth dug into his skin with more than enough pressure to bruise.  Getting a hand down to furiously stroke himself like he needed so badly was out of the question if they wanted to finish without an ungainly sprawl and a rude interruption, so Jak did it for him.  He gripped the burning length and squeezed.

 

For the first time since the loss of his collar, Daxter really was struck speechless.  His eyes rolled back and he shuddered under Jak as a burst of yellow eco engulfed them both.  Jak registered wetness on his palm and Dax trying to crumple underneath him before the energy pulsing though his very molecules shoved him over the edge.  He came with a bitten off scream, and promptly blacked out.

 

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“Jak?  Jak, pal, you gotta get off me!  I can’t move!” 

 

The amused, slightly breathless voice roused Jak from a flighty unconsciousness.  He groaned and shifted, wondering what had hit him.  Then it all came back.  Jak lifted his head in alarm.  He was still sprawled over Daxter, still joined with him, and effectively pinning him down.

“Sorry.”  Sheepishly he shifted, allowing the redhead to peel away from him with a little gasp.  “Damn.  How long was I out?”

 

“Got me, big guy.  Couple’a minutes?  An hour?  Hell if I know.”

 

“Oh.”  Jak blinked.  “Is something burning?”

 

Looking rather embarrassed, Daxter held up the cushion he had been braced against.  Two perfect handprints had been burned into it.  The wood of the bench was scorched, too, and the grass and flowers in the radius of several strides around it was crispy and brown.  Deep grooves had been split into the dry ground, as during a deep drought.

 

“Uh, heh.  I guess I got a little carried away.  What can I say, Jak?  That was some earth-shattering sex, right there!”

 

Jak laughed delightedly and pulled Dax in for a kiss.  The ruined pillow fell by the wayside.  “Best I’ve ever had, hands down.”

 

Daxter purred as they kissed, pulling back once in a while to rub his nose affectionately against Jak’s own.  “Yer the best, big guy.”

 

“Well, if you insist.”  They kissed for a few more moments, before Jak pulled back with a puzzled frown.  “Hey, Dax?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I thought you told me that it’s hard for you to handle eco when you’re human.”

 

Daxter paused, ears flicking up as he did.  “It is.  Wow…  I didn’t even notice when it happened.  Usually it’s all I can to ta manipulate the stuff when I’m furless.  No way I should’a been able ta actually MAKE it like that!”

 

“Huh.”  Jak looked around at the patch of carnage they had unwittingly created.  “Maybe that’s why ottsels don’t mate.”

 

The thoughtless quip seemed to strike both of them at once, and they turned to gape at each other.

 

“Dude!  That makes so much sense!”

 

“If you could do damage like that when you’re in a form with almost no power, then can you imagine what two Precursors in their true forms might do?”  Jak was awed by the thought.  Earth-shattering, indeed.  “Remind me to never turn you on when you’re an ottsel, okay?”

 

“First sign of horniness and I’m human, pronto,” Daxter swore, holding up a palm in his sincerity.  “Damn… either we gotta be really careful where we do this, or I gotta learn more self-control.”

 

Jak blinked slowly, thoughts of broken walls, collapsed ceilings, and the smoldering remains of bedchambers running through his head.  “I guess we’ll have to practice outside a lot until you get the hang of it.”

 

Daxter beamed.  “You bet.  But, uh, you wanna go swim now?  I’m all sticky an’ sweaty.  I’ll never get used ta sweat, I swear.”

 

As they ambled toward the stream hand in hand, leaving the bench to collapse in a wreck of half-charred wood and cloth, Jak vowed to get Daxter all hot and sweaty much more often.

 

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The end.

 

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(2^nd)AN:  Wow. I had no idea that was going to happen.  These two surprise me every damn time, I swear…

 

Outtakes!

 

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Jak: Well, Dax, the sex was mind-blowing AND earth-shattering.  Not bad, for a virgin.

 

Dax: *smirk* Jak, baby, what can I say?  I am a GOD.

 

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Dax: So was it really good for you, big guy?

 

Jak: It was amazing, Dax.  Even without the eco.

 

Dax: Haha, yeah.  Sorry about that.  But hey, at least you can channel it, or you’d be dead!  Funny, huh?!

 

Jak: (hair smoking) … yeah. Hilarious.

 

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Ottsel Elder: *ear twitch* (slams down his newspaper) What the hell was that surge of yellow eco?!

 

Surfer: (bursts in) Boss!  Oh, man, it was terrible!

 

Dummy: The human hurt Lightning!

 

Surfer: The prince BIT him!  He was moaning and screaming and everything!  We came right here to find you!

 

Elder: … *facepalm*  This is why I make that damn kit keep his door open.

 

Surfer: Boss?

 

Elder: Never mind.  At least they didn’t blow anything up.  Right?

 

Dummy:  They killed your flowers.

 

Elder: My philodendrons?!  Alright, poppa’s gonna whup some ass.

 

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