Perfect Dark

 

AN: This fic was supposed to be two chapters long. Two. Period. Aaaand look where we are. Why can't I say no to myself? *sigh* Well, this is the END. The LAST chapter of this fic. I have other, longer, things that need finished. (Talk to Me, a-hem, a-hem.) Thanks for reviewing, everyone!

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Sej: It makes me so happy that you get the full importance of the whole furry/touch thing. You are so special that if I owned cute widdle Dark, I would share him with you. That's right, share. And I don't like to share. So feel loved, my friend!



Sione: Sometimes it's okay to not say anything intelligent right off the bat ;) Yay, you understand how Dax feels too! I'll share Dark with you, as well. But Dax is exclusively mine, okay? *hugs squirming ottsel protectively*



VeryNaughtyOttsel: He's cracking, I can feel it. No one could say no to that kind of persuasion for too long!

MasterJak: Uh, um, ah--eeks! *blushes and runs and hides, in that order* I can't take that kind of praise, man! I'm glad you liked the chapter so much. And I'm glad you think I'm improving! That's one of the best compliments you can give a writer. Thanks a million X3



wanderingaddict: Chance that you're absolutely right about Dark's motive: 99.997%. He's an affectionate beastie, ain't he?



BlackShadowChild: Thanks a lot. I love doing those stupid outtakes!



Vioven: Hello, hello! *waves* Thanks for dropping by! I'm glad you like this fic so much'I do, too! Especially cute Dark and Dax because, as we all know, petting is luv.



Tannarouge: Thank you very much :) Playful Dark does indeed have his game face on, and poor little cuddle-deprived Dax has NO idea what's about to hit him-- or hit on him, I might say.



EscagirlUK: Thanks! I'm glad their interactions seem to work well.



thebeetle: Thanks very much! Dark does sort of have this "mine! mine! mine!" thing going on, doesn't he? Ah, well. I'm sure Daxter will appreciate that particular sentiment more in time.

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Disclaimer: Sadly, very sadly, I haven't magically acquired the rights from Naughty Dog yet. So they're not mine. But this time no one can claim ownership of the title, either (lame though it may be). Ha! Er, uh, I mean... On we go.

 

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     It took a moment for Daxter to gather the wits to speak.  Even when he did manage to make a sound, all that escaped him at first was a panicked squeak.  There was no way this could be good.  Forcing himself to take a deeper breath and not thrash and scream mindlessly, he tried to unobtrusively push Jak back, off of him.

     “J-Jak, come on, get back.  Get off me, pal.”

     The plan completely backfired as the pale hero leaned forward into the hands on his shoulders, clearly enjoying what he obviously saw as a return of his affectionate pawing.   His hard, hot, heavy body pressed Daxter’s own small frame further into the cushions, and the redhead grit his teeth and shut his eyes against the rush of sensation.  This was not helping to banish the evidence of his earlier excitement.  Quite the opposite.

     “Jak, please,” he pleaded as a hot tongue moved to his ear and hips shifted against his own in what felt like an experimental move.  “You don’t really wanna do this, do ya?  Not with me, right?  You wanna do this with Keira!”

     Jak paused at the mention of the pretty mechanic, tilting his head curiously.  “Rrr?”

     “Yeah, Keira!”  Encouraged, Dax went on, grasping desperately at a chance to weasel out of the predicament.  “You remember Keira, right?  Sweet face, cute little butt, nice rack?”  He cupped his hands at his own chest helpfully, the better to illustrate the point.  “Keira?”

     For a moment it seemed like he had gotten through.  Jak’s ears twitched, then perked as understanding dawned.  A second later, however, something almost akin to annoyance flashed across the hero’s face.  With a displeased growl he shook his head, as if trying to dispel an unwelcome image.  Huffing petulantly he buried his face in the juncture of Daxter’s neck and shoulder.  “Grrrr…”

     “Oh, you gotta be kiddin’ me!” Dax yelled.  “You’re so pissed off at Keira fer steppin’ out with that Erol guy that you’d rather rape yer best friend when you’re wantin’ some than try an’ get her back?!”

     Not rape, the almost meek tongue lapping his pulse point seemed to say.  It was more like Jak was… insistently lavishing not altogether welcome attention on him.  The redhead was not amused.

     “So this whole thing, all the lickin’ and the playin’ around and makin’ me feel nice, that was all yer twisted idea of foreplay?!”  Unable to handle it all Daxter threw an arm over his eyes, a halfhearted attempt at blocking out reality.  “You devious, pea-brained, eco-high…!  I swear on every orb the Precursors ever dropped, when you get back ta normal I’m gonna smack ya so hard—”

     Jak’s snort said it all as he brushed against the redhead again, more firmly this time.  Whatever.  It wasn’t as if his “victim” was fighting tooth and nail to escape at the moment.

     Oh dammit, what am I gonna do?  Daxter bit his lip, worrying it unconsciously with his teeth as Jak moved against him and he struggled not to lean up into it.  I know I was feelin’ kind’a low an’ lonely, but am I really desperate enough to… with Jak?!   No, no way!  Right…?

     Quickly he debated his options. 

     Jak would let him go if he really fought.  Dax had no doubt about that.  But did he really, truly want to get away?  If what had happened before had felt so nice and then turned out to be mere horseplay, how good would letting his friend continue be?  But… Jak was his best buddy!  The hero wasn’t thinking straight, was operating under the influence of dark eco.  But… Jak honestly seemed all for it at the moment, and certainly he wouldn’t get mad in the morning about something as silly as helping each other feel good, right?

     All in all, Jak was offering a good dose of the exact thing that Daxter had been wanting: warm, affectionate, intimate contact.  Could he really afford to pass it up?  Maybe if he looked at this as being strictly for fun between friends, he could even forget that in Jak’s mind he was just a stand in for Keira, a band-aid for what she had done.  For a little while he could pretend that someone was doing this with him because of who he was, rather than in spite of who he was...

     So I am that desperate.  Be careful what ya wish for, he thought ironically as sharp, teasing teeth latched onto his sensitive ear once more.  Timidly he tapped Jak on the shoulder.  “Jak?  Buddy?  Since yer common sense is on a little vacation right now, I’m gonna play yer voice of reason an’ give ya one last chance ta lay back down an’ go to sleep before I do something really stupid and, uh… let ya do this…”

     When the hero left his ear and looked up, Daxter thought he was going to stop.  For a split second the redhead was torn between relief and disappointment—at least until, with that renegade grin, Jak ran a hand up under his shirt.  Dax wasn’t sure if his stifled yelp was from the cold fingers on his stomach or the sharp claws trailing along his side, but he was sure of one thing: it was now too late to back out.

     Well, there goes the very last of my pride, right down the freakin’ drain.  He squirmed a bit, unsure of what to do until Jak unceremoniously leaned forward and grabbed the collar of Daxter’s shirt in his teeth with a mischievous growl.  It was immediately clear that ripping was imminent. 

     “Hey, knock it off!  If ya don’t wanna pay fer that, then fangs off the goods.”  Firmly Dax pried the fabric out of his friend’s mouth and half sat up in order to remove the shirt entirely.  He wasn’t completely sure that threats of destruction to one’s clothes were supposed to be part of the whole sex thing, but at least grumbling at Jak distracted him from the embarrassment of getting undressed.

     Come on, calm down, now, he coaxed himself as he pulled the garment over his head.  No biggie.  You’ve been naked around Jakkie-boy a thousand times, so goin’ shirtless is no problemo.

     But, then again, during those thousand times Jak had never been staring at him like a hungry predator sizing up a side of beef.  Which he was doing now, and making the redhead more than a little nervous.

     “You gonna do somethin’ here, or just stare?”

     Jak didn’t need any more prompting.  The purr was back full force as he rubbed a cheek affectionately against Daxter’s now bare chest, and Dax chuckled just a little as his friend’s goatee brushed his skin.  Sometimes he really wished he weren’t so damn ticklish.  At least when he was ottsel the fur had muffled the feel somewhat and he didn’t giggle like a moron whenever someone laid a finger on him.

     Remembering being petted by Jak when he had been Orange Lighting was a good idea.  Those were nice memories, and as Jak nuzzled down his sternum they helped to remind him that Jak and touch were very good things when combined together.  This new dimension to an old occurrence would no doubt be good, too, if he could just stay relaxed and go with the flow.

     Just as long as he doesn’t snap my neck in the morning fer lettin’ this happen, we’re cool.  A good old fashioned bout of self reassurance never hurt anyone.  And everybody’s gotta start somewhere, right?  At least I know Jak won’t laugh at me ‘cause I never did this before…

     That thought was incredibly comforting, and the redhead spontaneously reached down to pet that silky white hair again.  Jak was quiet and accepting and a shoulder to lean on.  He would never make fun of his little buddy for lack of experience, or anything else for that matter.  What an unexpected perk.

     Jak sat up, grumbling softly, and began to shrug out of his own shirt.  In this case the claws were decidedly not an asset.  In the interest of preserving the blue tunic, a favorite, Dax obligingly helped out.  It got caught briefly on the sharp horns, which elicited an incredibly annoyed but somewhat muffled growl from Jak.

     “Just a sec, don’t pull,” Daxter snickered, tugging at the fabric trapping his friend’s head.  “Stay still an’ I’ll get ya loose.”

     Once the hero’s minimal metal and leather-strap armor was out of the way, things went a bit easier.  Scarf came off, boots came off, and when Dax firmly caught the impatiently grasping hands reaching for him, gloves came off.  By the time he could move on to pulling off his own fingerless gloves with his teeth, Jak’s hands were already skimming greedily (but still carefully) across their newly claimed territory.

     “Grabby today, aren’t we?”  Any sarcasm he had hoped to convey in the comment was lost when one of those hands suddenly brushed a nipple.  He twitched spastically with a high-pitched “eep!” 

     Luckily, Jak seemed to realize that feeling his friend up at the moment might prove a bit risky in lieu of the dagger-like talons currently decorating his fingers.  Taking care to keep his hands buried in the towels and cushions where they could do no harm, he lowered his head and licked firmly.

     “OH-kay, that’s not even fair!”  Daxter gasped sharply, hands flying back to clench in the hero’s hair.  This just wasn’t right.  Nearly two months of covertly exploring his newly restored body on the sly and he hadn’t even figured out that he liked his nipples played with.  Not that it had ever exactly occurred to him before to test that particular area—he wasn’t a girl, after all.

     Jak appeared to like it when his hair was pulled.  A noise that mixed a purr and a growl was making itself known as the redhead half unconsciously jerked and tugged at his hair and horns, but his ears were up and he was smiling deviously around his work on Dax’s chest. 

     Daxter, for his part, was sure he was going to pass out if his face, neck and ears grew any hotter.  Squirming restlessly under his friend’s ministrations, entirely unable to keep still, he was biting his lip viciously to keep from whimpering.  Soft lips, sharp teeth, hot and wet…  Jak wasn’t just licking at his chest, he was nibbling, pinching the hard, sensitive nubs with his teeth in a way that banished all thought.  Well, all thought but that revolving around regions south and the activities that the redhead wanted to occur there, as soon as possible.

     Oh, shit!  Daxter twisted against the contact, fingers digging into Jak’s neck and shoulders in a spectacular fashion that would probably leave obvious scratches the next morning.  If Jak noticed, he didn’t seem to mind.  Damn, if this is what his mouth can do ta my chest, then what… oh dear sweet Precursors, what if he’ll… there?! 

     The thought of his normally quiet, introverted, and somehow almost vulnerable best friend in the entire world servicing anyone in such a way was completely shocking, and yet, at the same time, it was also the single most completely erotic thought that had crossed the redhead’s mind to date.  And when he thought about the hero, not with just anyone, but with him…

     With a strangled groan, he arched up against Jak.

     There’s nothing wrong with buddy sex, there’s nothing wrong with buddy sex, he thought desperately as Jak moved lower, biting softly at the smooth expanse of stomach just above the waist of his pants.  Even Tattooed Wonder said so!

     Well, that was kind of a lie.  What Torn had really said was that is was better to keep all such bedroom shenanigans, as they were obviously going to occur, inside the Rebel sphere than out.  He might not be able to tell the Underground forces not to fool around, but at least he could strongly advise that they not fall into bed with anyone who might be loyal to the Baron.

     Like he has so much room ta talk.  Dax spared a moment to roll his mental eyes.  He’s only chasin’ the enemy’s daughter. B-but still, it’s okay fer Jak ta be with me!  Better with yer pal than some skank off the street, or some chick who’s so sure she knows how yer supposed ta act she won’t even try ta understand ya…Cough, Keira, cough.

     But moving on, and speaking of chicks, gals, ladies, women, the fairer sex… shouldn’t he be, maybe, thinking about one?  Especially with fingers slipping oh-so-carefully under the waistband of his pants?  It would certainly help his “just for fun and/or stress relief” excuse.

     “Mmrrr… grr-rowrr!”

     Jak couldn’t get his pants down with the button still fastened.  The exasperated, half pleading look those big black eyes shot up at him warmed something in Daxter’s chest that had nothing to do with embarrassment, and he dismissed the thought of females from his mind.  If he was with Jak he would think about Jak.  Besides, the hero was a much better ottsel petter than any girl.  And an overall better calmer of nervous, virgin redheads.  That had to count for something.

     “Okay, here.  Don’t get yer boxers in a twist.”

     Jak’s sigh radiated relief and grudging gratitude as Daxter, trying with mixed results to pretend that there was nothing different about the action now compared to a million times before, undid his pants.  And then he simply waited, with bated breath and shut eyes, for his friend to make a move.

     Jak didn’t immediately fall on him like a slavering beast, though.  Instead he moved back, sat up on his knees and reached for his own pants.  Hissed angrily when his claws once again got in the way.  Began to scratch ill-temperedly at the button.

     “Hey, quit pawin’ at that!  Yer gonna maim yerself, dummy!”  Oh, yeah, that would certainly be a fun injury to explain to whichever quack military doc got assigned to patching them up after this fiasco.  “Jeez, big guy, if I’da known this was gonna be such a huge problem I would’a brought a nail file fer those Swiss army knives ya got goin’ on there!”

     With a sigh Daxter sat up again, deliberately ignoring the places the cool air brushed now that his pants were open.  Firmly batting Jak’s hands away, he snapped open the hero’s button and jerked down the zip with quick, efficient motions—a stark contrast to how jittery he felt inside.       

     It was only when he tried to pull his hands back, though, and was stopped by a gentle yet firm grip around his wrists, that the redhead realized the extent of what he had to do.  If Jak couldn’t use his fingers, could only palm things awkwardly, that meant that Daxter would be forced to take charge of any and all touching.  Any and all touching, starting with—

     Aw, man…

    Taking a deep breath, Daxter closed his eyes and rested his forehead on Jak’s strong shoulder.  He liked that shoulder; it had been his favorite spot to sit but a few months ago.  Trying not to think about what he was doing, inhaling Jak’s scent and letting it calm him, he slowly slid his hand down the hero’s firm abs and into his pants.

     Jak hissed and twitched when shaky fingers closed gently around him and freed his arousal from the confines of the pants.  Either that had to feel much, much better, or Daxter just had cold hands.  The thought made him snicker somewhat crazily against Jak’s neck.

     “Sorry there, pal.  It’ll warm up in a minute, though, or we’re doin’ somethin’ wrong!”

     Jak’s only response was a growl and a fanged smirk.  He allowed the redhead to explore for a moment, seeming to bask in the cautious touches and strokes to his shaft—the heat from which did, indeed, warm Daxter’s hand considerably.  Just when he was gaining confidence, though, each caress surer than the last, Jak cut him off.

     With a thump and an indignant “oof!” Dax was on his back again, a highly expectant eco-beast poised above him.  He sighed grumpily.  “You really like doin’ that, don’t ya?  Knockin’ me on my ass?”

     A chuckle.  A rumbling purr.  And Jak was back between his legs.  Dax shifted as Jak lowered his head again, an insane mix of nervousness and pure sexual tension making it impossible for him to keep still.  Where would Jak lick or nuzzle now?

     He was a little disappointed when the hero did neither, and looked down in confusion.  Jak was hovering over him again, face just inches from his open fly.  As Daxter watched, this time unafraid of being bitten, Jak took a deep breath.  And another.  His mouth was again open just the slightest bit, ears flickering back and forth in concentration. 

     What the heck’s he doing? Dax wondered.  Then it hit him.  Jak was smelling him.  Smelling him and, in some weird way, tasting him too.  An odd sound escaped the redhead as he held back a whimper.  The animal in his best friend liked the scent of his arousal.  Hmm, I should probably be a lot more embarrassed by that than I am…

     Much steadier now, he laced his fingers through Jak’s hair.  This wasn’t so bad.  He was holding firm at fifty percent calm when suddenly Jak leaned forward completely and triumphantly buried his nose against the inseam of Daxter’s pants.  This time he didn’t even try not to moan, pushing up slightly into the pressure.

     “Jak, please, if yer gonna be down there then DO something!”

     “Rrr!”  It was obviously a wholehearted agreement.  Confident at last that his captive was ready and willing, Jak neatly hooked his claws in the redhead’s pockets.  With one hard yank the restricting pants were down, he was tugging at the underlying boxers with his teeth, and all at once Dax didn’t feel so calm anymore.

     How the heck did this happen? he thought desperately… or tried to.  Thinking in general was becoming pretty difficult.

     All he knew at that moment was what he felt.  He was warm and the cushions under him were soft and the silky white hair under his hands was soft… this felt so good but he was scared but he shouldn’t be scared because Jak was there and Jak would always keep him safe and never ever hurt him—

     Daxter cried out, arching up to meet his friend as the hero’s mouth finally closed around him.  Without realizing he was doing so he let go of Jak to hold one hand firmly over his own mouth.  He didn’t know why, but something told him to keep quiet; be quiet, be secretive, don’t ruin the moment…

     Oh Precursors… oh dammit, dammit—nngh!  How could he have known it was going to feel like this?  This wasn’t just “good.”  This was out of his tiny little world. 

     He could feel the other’s every movement.  Jak’s lips were wrapped firmly around him, fangs scraping his length, his tongue lapping and twisting from base to tip, saliva was everywhere—and the redhead wanted more.  As much more as there was.  Instinctively he threw one leg over Jak’s shoulder, trying to keep him as close as humanly possible.  His other leg rubbed along the towels and cushions in time with Jak’s movements, the friction only adding to the pleasure.

     His breathing was still ragged and labored, but after a moment Daxter felt confident enough to uncover his mouth without yelling out something stupid.  In seconds both hands were otherwise occupied, wrapping around the first thing he could get a hold of.  Jak made a sound around him that was part growl, part groan as Dax jerked and pumped at his long ears, trying to mimic the rhythm Jak had fallen into.

     “S’good, Jak, it’s good,” he whispered breathlessly, hips beginning to rock upward.  Shallowly he pressed himself into his friend’s mouth, Jak readily taking everything that was so tentatively offered.  Only for a moment, though.  As if sensing that Daxter was close to the breaking point, Jak suddenly drew back.

     Dax wanted to wail, managed a mere whine as Jak gave his needy length one last lick and moved back.  What was the deal?!  He still had a good grip on the hero’s ears, though, and for a split second he considered using it to make that fantastic mouth come back and let him finish. 

     Did I look done ta you, Jak?  Did I?!  He almost said it aloud… until his teasing tormenter shook off the confining hold on his ears and moved up the redhead’s body once more.  “Jak, what—?”

     Before he could form a coherent question, Jak was on top of him.  Daxter gasped, eyes widening to their limit as the renegade hero’s full weight descended on him.  From knees to chest he was pinned, pressed firmly into the cushions by his friend’s much more impressive bulk.  If he leaned up, he could rest his chin on Jak’s shoulder.  Their bare chests, slick with sweat, rubbed against one another.  And further down, taking up the vast majority of the redhead’s attention at the moment, a miniature bonfire between their lower bodies—their arousals pressed together completely, side by side.

     Almost in a daze, he reached up and wrapped his arms around the strong neck above him.  Damn, if this wasn’t consensual I’d be in deep shit right about—AAAH! 

     Hands braced on either side of Daxter’s head, Jak had leaned forward to nip desperately at the twitchy spot on the redhead’s neck, nearly making his captive’s eyes cross.  A surer plea for action on his part Dax had never seen.  Alright, then; he would oblige.  But first…

     “Come ‘ere!” 

     Not stopping to consider the repercussions of such an action, Daxter yanked his lifelong friend down into a kiss.  Jak jumped and let out a startled growl, but Dax didn’t let that stop him.  Enough with the licking, already.  Be damned if he would get all the way through his first real sexual experience without getting at least one good kiss out of the deal.

     Despite his initial surprise, Jak seemed to adapt quickly.  He returned the kiss somewhat clumsily, playfully trying to grab the redhead’s lower lip with his teeth.

     “Not so good at this, are ya?” Dax laughed shakily.  Was it possible Jak had never kissed anyone before?  Nah.  Higher brain functions like kissing were probably just being squashed by dark eco and sex drive.  He didn’t really care, though.  The point was that Jak was there, nibbling at his lip and making little noises of wanting.  It was more than enough.

     Well… maybe not completely enough.

     Daxter continued to cling to Jak as they began to move.  Jak did most of the work; he was stronger, and also had the position with more leverage.  Dax didn’t care about that, either.  All he cared about was the friction building between them, the slide of skin on skin, the sounds Jak made.  With some concentrated wriggling their pants were squirmed out of completely and quickly kicked away.  The redhead groaned thickly into the white, swishing curtain of hair that half covered his face as Jak leaned over him.  Mindlessly he spread his legs wider as their erections ground against each other.  Hot, hard, sticky, slowly rubbing together…

     Why again had he been afraid or hesitant?  There was nothing wrong or awkward about this.  This was the best.  No worries, no expectations, only him and Jak together having fun and feeling good.  Panting into Jak’s ear, unwilling to let go of the hero completely, Daxter kept one thin arm around his friend’s neck while reaching down between them with the other.  He had an idea that Jak might like.

     “Like” turned out to be an understatement.  The dark hero’s surprised, exultant snarl blended with Daxter’s own high-pitched whine to echo through the dark, empty room as the redhead’s hand wrapped around them both.  They fell into a rhythm almost instantly, the famous teamwork they had worked at and built upon for years not deserting them even in this.

     Little hiccupping breaths escaped Daxter as he tightened his grip, squirming so hard he was almost thrashing under Jak.  This was too much.  No way could he stand this for long.  Jak’s muscled arms under his back held him close, braced him, helped him move.  Jak’s lips and teeth and tongue were a constant torment on his neck—he would have to wear a high collar for a week.  A savage, broken purr vibrated through the hero’s barrel chest into his own, perhaps the most erotic thing of all coming from his friend, so quiet for so long.

     A hard thrust and well-placed bite to the side of his neck did it for Daxter.  His fist tightened, his back arched, and his heels dug into their improvised bedding so hard it would be a wonder if he didn’t have rug burn on them later.  He came with a wild cry, one he unthinkingly tried to stifle by quickly biting the first thing he could get his teeth on—Jak’s shoulder. 

     “Rowrr?!”

     Jak’s supportive arms abruptly pulled out from under his back, and Dax flopped bonelessly back onto the cushions.  He lay there for a moment shuddering and panting for breath, almost stunned, before a dazed, happy grin slowly wormed its way onto his face.  Wow.  Just… wow!  How could you beat that?  He sighed contentedly as all traces of tension eased from his bruised, tired body. 

     “Grrr…”

     Uh-oh.  The redhead forced his heavy eyes open, suddenly worried.  What was with the growl?  Had Jak not liked it as much as he did?  Warily he glanced up at his friend.

     Jak crouched over him, staring down with those unreadable black eyes.  A palm skated thoughtfully over the marks of Daxter’s teeth, still perfectly visible on the smooth skin of his shoulder, as he eyed the smaller redhead with an air of great contemplation.  And Dax couldn’t help but notice that, though Jak’s stomach bore the same sticky smear his did, the hero was obviously far from satisfied.  They had been pressed close enough together when he climaxed that they had both been covered in his release, but it looked like Jak hadn’t come close; his shaft was still angry and red, hard and trembling against his firm belly.

     Daxter suddenly felt beyond embarrassed, and just to the left of exasperated.  Not only had he bitten his friend in the heat of the moment, much harder than any of the playful nips Jak had given him, but he hadn’t even had the decency to control himself until Jak was ready, too.  So much for hoping he would be good at this.  He sank into the cushions, nervous fingers plucking sheepishly at the towels.  His ears, flushed to the very tips, drooped.  “Uh… sorry?”

     The redhead couldn’t hold back a squeal as Jak suddenly dove.  Powerful hands locked around his hips, flipping Daxter onto his stomach before he could so much as squeak at the sting of shallow marks left by long claws.  Dazedly he spit out the mouthful of washrag that had been the result of landing ungracefully on his face.  What in the world was Jak—?

     Then the hero moved up behind him, and abruptly he realized the sheer precariousness of his position: face in the cushions, ass in the air, protective pants nowhere to be found, and a horny dark eco-beast ready and raring to mount him from behind.  Oh, SHIT. 

     “Jak, wait!”

     Of course Jak did no such thing.  Getting a firm hold on Daxter at the juncture where hip joined slim thigh, he hauled the slight redhead backwards to meet his very insistent erection.

     Daxter whimpered pitifully, trying desperately but totally in vain to crawl out of his friend’s grip.  There was no way this was going to work!  He might not know a lot about what guys did with guys, but he wasn’t stupid—he had kept his ears open enough when they went out drinking to know the basics.  If they didn’t have something to make it slippery between them this was going to hurt like a bitch.

     And I was feelin’ so good a second ago…  Struggling was useless.  He was fighting a lost cause.  When he felt the blunt tip of Jak’s arousal brush his entrance, the redhead gave up.  He clenched his eyes shut, clenched his teeth, clenched his fists in the towels and buried his face in his arms.  Oh please please please just do it fast—!

     Then Jak began to move.  And Daxter caught his breath.  Wha…?  Cautiously he opened one eye.

     Jak wasn’t moving into him.  Hands that weren’t exactly gentle but certainly weren’t unduly rough held him still as Jak rocked against him, rumbling hungrily.  His length was a perfect fit as it stroked up and down the cleft of the redhead’s rear.

     Dax didn’t know whether to be more thankful or disgruntled.  He blushed beet red, grateful once again for the darkness.  Damn… an’ I thought underwear ridin’ up yer crack felt awkward.

     Jak was picking up the pace now, the rumble becoming a possessive growl that threatened extreme evil toward whatever disturbed them before he was through.  Daxter gripped the cushions harder and whimpered, struggling not to be plowed on his face again as Jak began to thrust in earnest.   J-jeez, big guy…

     It wasn’t that he was really bothered by what Jak was doing, per se, since of course it was Jak doing it and no one else.  Daxter trusted his best buddy to do almost anything to him, barring anything that would obviously cause severe pain, and his current position could certainly be a lot worse, as his fears from a mere moment before attested to.  However.

     This is humiliating! he wailed to himself, fisting the towels tighter and trying not to moan.  This is what happens when yer the smallest in the street gang with no girls or ya get too drunk an’ lose bets!  So… why the hell am I hard again?!

     It was true.  Though he had been determined to just let it go and allow Jak to finish as quickly and efficiently as possible, the reality of it was that some things were just impossible to ignore.  What his friend was doing was one of them.  Every few thrusts Jak would pull back the slightest bit so that his next stroke, when it fell, rubbed directly between the redhead’s legs.  Combined with the feeling of the hero’s heavy, sweat-slicked body moving so strongly and rhythmically above him, it was quite frankly making Daxter weak in the knees.

     How could Keira walk away from this? he thought hazily, trying his best to move back against Jak but foiled by the raw power behind his bigger friend’s movements.  All he could do at this point was hang on and enjoy the ride.  I mean, what would it be like?  It’s gotta be even better when he’s inside ya… inside me…oh, Precursors!

     He had really just thought that, hadn’t he?  He had just imagined his childhood friend, companion of sunny days and happier times, inside him to the hilt.  And he wondered… no, he was pretty sure he knew the answer… had they had something, anything, to slick the way, if he might have let Jak give it a shot.

     The thought was electric.  With a groan Dax reached down blindly to grip himself once more.  Yep, time for mind-blowing orgasm number two, less than fifteen minutes behind the first.  The time he had pilfered Sig’s stash of lesbian porn vids for the night hadn’t been this productive.

     Huh.  Lesbians.  He wondered if they knew what they were missing.

     Jak seemed to sense what he was up to and shifted slightly.  Suddenly there were hands under Daxter’s narrow chest, helping him up to balance rather precariously on one arm while he worked himself in time with Jak.  Little gasping breaths were all he was capable of as Jak pulled him closer, claws pricked at his chest, and sharp teeth carefully clamped down on his uninjured shoulder.

     This time their finish would be almost simultaneous, Dax could feel it, and he nearly sobbed, wishing desperately to twist around, throw an arm around his friend’s neck and pull them more firmly together.  He couldn’t move, though, could only lean back shamelessly into Jak’s last pounding thrusts and stroke himself faster.  He felt ready to do a little growling of his own. 

     “Goddam it, Jak, come on already!”

     Jak seemed to listen.  Abruptly his hands shot back to Daxter’s hips, shoving him roughly into a better position.  Dax didn’t protest as he was literally slammed from behind, knees grinding into the towels.  Okay, yeah, he would probably have rug burn there too, now, along with myriad accidental scratches and bruises of the unintentional type. 

     Damn.  Am I gonna be sore tomorrow or wha—   He didn’t get to finish the mental sentence.  Jak suddenly shoved himself between the redhead’s thighs and stayed, the heat of his leaking arousal almost scalding against tender skin. 

     His climax hit him like a runaway zoomer, almost unexpected.  Dax went rigid as he came, one hand still busy around his length and the other locked tensely around Jak’s wrist while the hero clutched at his waist.  Seconds later he heard Jak’s snarl of completion, doubtless a full-fledged howl kept in check only by his tenacious refusal to let go of the redhead’s shoulder. 

     Daxter gasped sharply in surprise, then let out a keen of satisfaction as a rush of liquid warmth hit his lower back.  Slowly he relaxed, happily basking in the slowly receding waves of his own pleasure while somewhat enjoying the soft twitches of Jak’s spent length against his rear.  Well.  He hadn’t thought to expect that particular result, but now that he did think about it he realized it was pleasing.  That warm mess on him meant that Jak was happy, hopefully.  Maybe he wasn’t completely hopeless at this sex thing after all…

     How long they slumped there, limbs tangled, the only sounds their panting breaths, Daxter didn’t know.  He just tried to concentrate on the here and now.  Jak’s arms still supporting him.  Warm, even breaths in his ear.  Pleasant tingling remaining below.  A general feeling of supreme lethargy.  Hmm.  He could get used to this.

     Seconds or minutes or hours later, however, the hero finally gave one last lick to his now-bruised shoulder and released him.  With a huff of what Daxter could only assume was contentment, Jak dropped to the cushions and settled in.  There he stayed, looking perfectly happy to simply regard the redhead and see what Dax would do next.

     “What’re you starin’ at?”

     “Prrrrr.”

     “Yeah, suuure.”

     Shakily Dax reached out and began to gather the towels and rags that had been scattered from the nest by their rather enthusiastic activity.  He couldn’t help but pull a face, reeling in one of the softer looking cloths.  Jak’s release might have felt okay on him at first, almost comforting with its warmth and thickness, but now it was cold and beginning to drip down into places the redhead really didn’t want to think about.

     “Dammit Jak, why’d ya hafta be so freakin’ messy?” he grumbled, scrubbing industriously at all the little cracks and crevices.  “Don’t even think about nabbin’ the shower first when we get out’a here tomorrow.  I obviously need it more, so I’m callin’ dibs right now!”

     “Rrr.  Rowr.”

     “I hope that’s an agreement, hero boy.  Wouldn’t wanna hafta kick yer ass over some hot water, now, would I?” 

     As Jak seemed disinclined to provide a coherent answer, or for that matter even move to clean himself up, Daxter took on the task.  He tried his best not to let that warm fuzzy feeling grow when Jak obligingly rolled over, presenting his stomach to be wiped off.  With that animal vibe the hero was continuously giving off he looked like an overgrown doggie expecting tummy rubs.

     “Thanks,” the redhead whispered into one long pointed ear as he leaned down next to his friend, “fer not tryin’ ta lick this mess up!” 

     With an evil grin Jak set out to prove him wrong, stretching up to insolently lick a freckled cheek before Dax pushed him back down.  The redhead rubbed at the spot with the back of one slightly sticky hand, laughing.  After all was said and done, his buddy still had a twisted sense of humor. 

     “Jerk.”  He wiped the cloth hard down the thin trail of emerald curls that dusted Jak’s lower belly, then wrapped it around the hero’s length and gave a couple quick tugs just to feel him shudder.  “That’ll teach ya.  Stay still an’ let me clean.”

     A snort and a playful swipe of one big hand, trying to pull the rag away.  Apparently it wasn’t a lesson learned.

     Daxter smiled and shook his head, tossing away the dirty cloth and getting gingerly to his feet.  His legs were still wobbly enough to pass for rubber bands, but he needed to get up.  The lone candle on the bar, so far away from reality for the past hour, was on its last legs.  They would need the flashlight before too long, lest they stumble around in total darkness.

     Jak made an unhappy sound as Dax left their corner.  Looking almost hurt that Daxter would try to go away, he half got up before the redhead shooed him back.  “Chill out, pal.  I’ll be right back.”  He would, too.  It was freezing in the subterranean room and he lacked the motivation to get redressed for such a short errand.

     He made quick work of it, grabbing the flashlight up off the bar and heading right back to the warm and snuggly corner that awaited him.  Now he was a million times more than ready to cuddle up to Jak once more and sleep.  He just hoped Jak would still want to let him snuggle up, despite having just recently had his baser needs satiated.  Daxter was sore in a hundred places, still a little out of whack emotionally, and all he really wanted now was to fall asleep with his head on Jak’s chest and a warm, strong arm curled comfortingly around him.  Just like old, furry times.

     Swinging the light and rubbing his hurt shoulder absently, he didn’t see his long lost gun lying in the rubble until one bare foot collided with it head-on.  “Goddamit, owww!  What the—where the heck were ya when I thought I needed ya, stupid worthless heap’a scrap metal?!”

     Jak’s low chuckle beckoned him back to bed.  Limping a little and with a pout firmly in place, Dax dropped the flashlight on the floor by their clothes and crawled back in.  There was obviously no justice in the world.  Pulling one of the larger towels over himself and tucking his throbbing toes under another, he nudged Jak in the ribs.

     “Move over, ya big lump.  I gotta have room, too.”

     The hero agreeably scooted slightly, making a larger space next to him.  He lifted one arm a little in obvious invitation.  “Mrr?”

     Dax couldn’t hold back a grin, happily worming into the proffered spot.  “Thought ya’d never ask, pal.  Don’t mind if I do.” 

     It was warm and snug, just like he had hoped.  Jak’s arm laid across him, keeping him tucked comfortably close.  Oh, yeah.  With a contented sigh Daxter stretched and relaxed, resting the top of his head just under his friend’s chin.  All things considered, this wasn’t half bad.  Basking in the glow of his best friend’s warm embrace, the exhausted redhead was asleep in minutes—oblivious to soft purring and the gentle kiss placed carefully on his forehead.

 

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     It was morning when Daxter woke up again.  He lay still for a moment, listening.  Despite the total darkness of the room, he could feel that it was time to be up and about.  Moving, however, didn’t seem to be such a good idea.  He groaned and tried to stretch, what seemed like every muscle in his body protesting. Stiffly forcing himself into a sitting position he began feeling about on the rumpled expanse of cushions, slightly sorry that he hadn’t woken up in the warmth of Jak’s arms.

      Ah, well.  Too bad, so sad.  For once he had other things to worry about than keeping up with his sorry little cuddle quota.

     If there were still no signs of a search party by now they would have to find a way to get free on their own.  Depending on the state of the cave-in in the other room, there was a distinct possibility that it could have opened up a way out.  Dax just hoped his friend would be agreeable to finding it.      

     “Wakey wakey, Jakkie-boy.  Time ta get mov—”  Then the redhead’s groping hand landed square on top of Jak’s head.  His very hornless head.

     Daxter froze.  Uh-oh.  Very suddenly his memories of the night before lost their air of smug, slightly cocky satisfaction and took on one of intense uncertainty.  What if Jak didn’t remember what had happened, what they had done?  What if he did remember?  What would he say?  Warily Dax let his hand fall from the hero’s head to his shoulder, shaking it gently.

     “Jak…?”

     There was silence for a moment.  Then Jak sighed.  It was a remarkably coherent sigh, even if his next words were a bit muffled.  “You should’ve shot me.”

     Dammit, he’s awake already!  Dax scrambled for the flashlight in the darkness, very much needing to see his friend’s face.  He was getting a bad feeling about where this confrontation might be headed…  “Uh, what’d ya say, buddy?  I don’t think I heard ya right.”

     A rustle beside him, another deep sigh.

     With a gulp, Dax turned on the flashlight.  Jak remembered, alright, even if he chose not to answer a second time.  The look on his face would tell the redhead the rest.  Keeping the beam angled down so as not to blind the hero or himself, Daxter chanced a glance at him.

    “I said,” Jak repeated more clearly, lifting his face out of the wad of towels he had been using as a pillow and turning it toward Daxter, “you should have shot me.”

     His deep blue eyes, with no trace of black to be found, were sad.  In some ways Daxter was as relieved about that as he was unhappy; at least there was no anger there.  No anger directed at him, anyway.  Jak always seemed to get mad at himself first.  Bravely the former ottsel smiled, the first of many he was sure he’d need before this conversation was through.  “I couldn’t find my gun.”

     Jak looked absolutely horrified.

     “Hey, I’m teasin’!  Just a joke, pal.”  Okay, that had been genuinely funny.  Dax didn’t even have to fake the reassuring snicker.  “B’sides… what reason would I possibly have fer shootin’ my bestest best friend in the whole wide world?”

     “This isn’t something to joke about, Dax,” Jak hissed.   

     Luckily for the redhead, Jak hissing had forever lost its threatening capabilities.  After last night he would probably get all antsy every time his friend got angry, just in case Darkie might possibly make a surprise reappearance and molest the hell out of him again.  Daxxie, yer one freakish guy.  Dark eco equals horny little me… go figure.

     “Okay, okay.  No more jokes.”  Appeasingly he reached out to pat Jak’s shoulder, noting with amusement that the green-blonde was obviously trying not to look at him in his current naked state.  Jak also couldn’t seem to decide whether to lean into the contact or flinch away.  “With all due seriousness, shootin’ you was about the furthest thing from my mind last night.”

     Jak was incredulous, to say the least.  “What the hell, Dax.  You and I both know what I did to you last night!  Don’t even tell me you don’t remember that!”

     “Oh, I remember it just fine.”  His friend’s agitation was somehow amusing.  Daxter stretched, falling backwards to sprawl on his back next to Jak.  He grinned, crossing his arms behind his head.  “Yep, totally do.  Can’t say it bugs me too much.  How much do you remember?”

     “Huh?”  The question seemed to throw the hero off.  “Well, I…”  He flushed in the wan glow of the flashlight, ears falling in embarrassment and confusion.  “Why?”

     “’Cause I wanna know.  C’mon, tell me!  What do ya remember?”

     “Um… I remember being angry and afraid, but then forgetting what I was afraid of.  And I know I was messing with a beer can.  It hurt my teeth.”

     “Aaaaand…?”  The look on the redhead’s face made it known that no more answers skirting the real question would be accepted. 

     Jak sighed, bowing to the inevitable.  “I remember you petting me and scratching my head.  Thanks, by the way.  That felt good.  And I remember we were playing… we were having fun.”  He smiled slightly.  “I liked that.”

     “And then?” Dax coaxed.

     “I’m not sure how, but then I think I hurt you.”  Jak’s face and tone were troubled.

     “Eh. Not yer fault.  Keep goin’.”

     “I wanted to say I was sorry, so I tried to… I dunno… make it better, I guess.  You didn’t care when I licked you then, right?  I think I just suddenly realized that you were still hurt.  You’re so small, and you smelled good to me, and you weren’t fighting or anything…”  The blush on the green-blonde’s tanned face was more than visible even in the poor lighting.  “Sorry.  I can’t explain it.”

     “S’okay.”  Trying to suppress a shiver at the memories of being held protectively underneath Jak, being licked and nuzzled so gently, Daxter scooted a little closer.  “What else?”

     The other shook his head, chewing at his lower lip.  “Damn it, Dax, do I really have to say it?  I remember everything!  I pinned you down, you couldn’t get away from me!  What I did was terrible!”

     “So then ya don’t remember me helpin’ ya get our clothes off?  Or me talkin’ to ya or pettin’ yer hair?”  The redhead pouted a bit.  Trust Jak to forget what was really important.  “Don’t ya even remember me kissin’ ya?”

     Jak stopped still.  He seemed startled, thinking it over.  “Wait.  I think… yeah.  Yeah, I do remember that.  But why did you…?”

     Dax shrugged flippantly.  “Sorry.  Can’t explain it.”

     Jak huffed out a surprised laugh.  Daxter couldn’t keep the smug smile off his face.  They lay regarding each other in silence for a while, just sizing one another up.  Taking stock of each other and the situation.

     “You really don’t care about this, do you?” Jak finally asked, the amazement apparent in his voice.

     “Nope.  Do you?”

     “Well, if you’re not traumatized and don’t hate my guts and haven’t decided you never want to see my face again, I…”  Jak’s ears couldn’t slick back any further without melding with his scalp.  Dax had never seen him so embarrassed.  His next words were a bare whisper.  “I mean, don’t get me wrong—I care, but… not in a bad way.”

     The redhead grinned; he understood completely.  The Demolition Duo would not be hurt by this, but be strengthened.  Bonding, baby.  It was a beautiful thing. “Yeah, I totally hear that.” 

     For the first time, Jak seemed to relax.  He carefully let his head fall back to the makeshift pillow, still keeping one wary eye on Daxter but overall looking much relieved.

     Dax too hummed happily, rolling back over to his stomach and dropping his chin onto his crossed arms.  He was less than a foot from Jak, the flashlight lying in the scant space between them.  For just a moment he could clearly recall another flashlight, a canvas tent, a stash of junk food and two little boys… a night of ghost stories and pillow fights, bright stars and smothered laughter.  Contentedly he closed his eyes.

     “Know what, Jak?”

     “What?”

     “We are awesome.  I bet the girls totally would’ve thought that was hot.”

     Much to the redhead’s delight Jak snorted and quickly buried his face in the towel, shoulders shaking in barely suppressed hilarity.  Too soon, though, he straightened up.  Daxter could see the seriousness back on his face, the slight sadness, and immediately regretted mentioning the girls.  Mentioning…

     “She’ll come around, pal.”

     Jak glanced at him, confused.  “Huh?”

     Dax took a breath and looked away, knowing he’d probably regret opening his big mouth but needing to say this to his friend.  “Keira.  She’s the smartest chick we know—prob’ly the smartest anywhere.  She’ll figure it out, she’ll come back.  It’s only a matter’a time.  So… don’t let it bug ya, huh, big guy?”

     The hero stared at him quietly for a moment, then smiled.  A big hand carefully settled in his hair, fondly ruffling silky red strands just the way it had always ruffled furry orange ears.  “I know.  Thanks, Dax.”

     The redhead sighed, happy at the attention and happy that his statement had been taken the way he hoped it would.  Now, if only the rest of what he had to say would be dealt with as well.  Tentatively he scooted closer still.

     “And hey, Jak?”

     “Yeah?”

     “Um…”  How to put this?  “Until she does… those temples out in the wastelands are pretty big an’ empty, when there’s no scaly bastards out fer our blood camped out in ‘em.  Nobody’d know if we was ta… ya know… fool around a little when we’re done with the mission.  Catch my drift?”

     Jak stared at him, clearly puzzled, head cocked curiously to one side.

     “Word around base is Tattooed Wonder’s gonna have us headin’ back out wasteland way in a couple’a days.  How ‘bout it, babe?  You take care’a the metalheads… I’ll bring the blanket?”

     Dax knew the instant Jak knew what he was talking about.  His cheeks immediately flushed until it seemed they might catch fire, green goatee standing out starkly against the dark skin.  “Oh… oh!  Well, I—uh—um—uh—”

     The redhead sighed.  “Just smile and nod, Jak.”

     The hero was in the process of nodding, so hard it seemed his ears might hit him in the face, when a loud clang demanded both their attentions.  There was a shriek of metal from across the room, banging, and loud voices outside the door.

     “Move it along, boys.”  The deep bass rumble was unmistakable amid the flurry of noise.  “Let’s get ‘em out of there.  Swear ta Mar, if anything’s wrong with those cherries I’m gonna bust some heads—leavin’ ‘em there all night, what were they thinking?!”

     “It’s Sig!” Daxter yelled happily, shoving himself upright.  “I should’a known he wouldn’t forget us!”

     Jak likewise sat up, albeit a bit more gracefully than his friend.  He grinned.  “You know, I like this guy more and more.”

     “You said it, pal.  He’s pretty—holy shit!” Dax suddenly squawked, hands flying to cover himself when it seemed like the door was in imminent danger of being opened.  “We gotta get dressed!  Where’s yer pants?  Where’s my pants?!  Aww, man, this ain’t even right—Jaaa~k!!”

     And the hero smiled.

 

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The End.

 

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(2^nd) AN:  I’m too busy to be embarrassed that I wrote this.  So I’ll just say sorry that it took me so long to update, and also tell you to go bug Sej if you want a continuation of what the boys might get up to later on out in the Wastelands.  Sadly, that’s not my story to tell, and she might just do it you ask nicely enough.  You’re up, Sej darling.  Tag!  You’re it!

 

Now then… to go to my corner and study like a madwoman.  Final exams are looming—wish me luck!  But first… you know the drill… outtakes for yous!

 

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Daxter: (after the fact) *blush* Tee hee, now Jak’s my boyfriend!

 

Dark Jak: *grin* //Ha ha, now Daxter’s my bitch!//

 

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Jak: (the next morning…)  Mmm?  What…? *blink blink*

 

Dax:  *stretch*  Mornin’ Jak.

 

Jak: (looks down at naked Dax in his arms) !!!

 

Dax:  What’sa matter?

 

Jak: (scrambles away) Whoa, whoa, whoa!  Wrong redhead!

 

Dax:  *indignant huff* Asshole.

 

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Sig: (to Daxter) Thank the Makers you’re alright, cherry!

 

Dax: Huh?  Why wouldn’t I be?

 

Sig: The boys guardin’ the door last night told me they heard some *terrible* noises in there!  I was scared Jak was givin’ you a *hard* time, or somethin’.

 

Dax & Jak:  Uh, ha-ha, yeeeaaah… (awkward laughter)

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