Balance Beam

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Robin: Twerp is definitely an apt description, I think, sexiness and ass-kicking aside. XD And as far as the correct body is concerned, read on!

Skunktail: I'm glad you're enjoying my fic! I love writing fluff between these two. After everything that's happened to them, I feel like they deserve it.

GoodMorningBeautiful2005: I actually did that on purpose through the fic, during the scenes that were from Daxter's POV, so as to show he still considered himself a guy, no matter what body he had. I guess it wasn't as obvious as I thought. Oh well. And a Jak/Dax baby would be adorable, and also a little hellion that would bring havoc and destruction everywhere it went XD. I'm not on Fanfiction.net, actually. Just here and on Archive Of Our Own, as far as fanfic archives go.

Grimreaperchibi: Pregnant!Daxter is the scariest thing ever, I agree. XD I do think they'd be good parents once their lives are no longer so dangerous and kind of hectic. And as far as the pink condoms are concerned, they should just be grateful it wasn't sparkly and pink, and I am glad I could help you realize that. Read on, and see if your hopes are realized~ *grin*

A/N: Super huge thanks to SiberianWolf on Deviant Art for drawing me fan art! See it here: http://siberianwolf.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3569hz

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Chapter 7: Perfectly You-Shaped (Sexy God-King Remix)

Daxter stared at the healer, hands knotted in the sheet over his chest. “They fixed it?”

The healer nodded. “The King has requested that you both see him as soon as your healing is finished, Daxter.”

Daxter nodded mutely and the healer left, hands knotting in the sheet. “They fixed it.”

Jak reached out and patted Daxter's knee. “You okay?”

“...What if I turn back into an ottsel instead of a human guy, Jak?”

Jak reached out and pulled Daxter into a hug, mindful of his still healing shoulder. “Then we'll deal with it then. It will work out, Daxter, I promise.”

Daxter leaned against Jak. “...you haven't broken a promise to me yet.”

“Then there's nothing to worry about, is there?” Jak pressed his forehead to Daxter's with a smile. “As soon as you're done healing, we'll go check it out, okay?”

Daxter nodded and nuzzled Jak. “Thank God one of us is an optimist.”

“Eh, it comes and goes.” Jak grinned down Daxter, who rolled his eyes and pushed away from Jak's chest.

“Just hurry up and finish mending my shirt, Jak. Or should I call you man-wife?”

Jak frowned. “Man-wife?”

“Yes. You make me sandwiches, you mend my clothing, thus you are my man-wife.”

“And what does that make you?”

Daxter grinned at him. “Why, I am your Sexy God-King, Jak.”

Jak grabbed the pillow from behind Daxter's back and biffed him in the face with it. “As if, you little wise-ass.”

“Domestic violence is bad, man-wife! You should show more respect to your Sexy God-King!”

“You're lucky you're still recovering, you little brat!”

Daxter laughed, “Oh my, you kinky beast!”

The head healer frowned at them, his face like a craggy cliff-face. “I will boot your honey-mooning asses out of my house if you two don't knock it off right this second, still healing or not!”

Jak glanced at healer and cleared his throat, picking up Daxter's vest and continued with the repair. “I'll get you later, Daxter, just you wait,” Jak muttered threateningly at Daxter, though his smile took the heat from the words.

“We'll see about that,” Daxter murmured back, putting his pillow back behind him and settling against it.

The healer shot them another hard look, and Jak and Daxter blinked back at him innocently. When the healer turned away in a huff, the two turned to each other and grinned.

Oh yeah, Daxter thought with a grin, We're gonna be fine.

–

“This is gonna suck,” Daxter said, staring with trepidation at the patterned floor of the Precursor outpost.

Jak squeezed Daxter's shoulder. “Hey. It'll be okay. I'm right here.”

“Just don't punch anything okay?” Daxter glanced at him with a crooked smile. “Even if I'm screaming.”

Jak searched Daxter's face. “...you don't have to do this you know.”

“Yes I do. As nice as having tits is, this isn't my body. I don't want to stay like this forever. And I don't think you want me to, either.”

Jak shook his head. “As nice as it is, you're right. It's not you. I'd rather have you as an ottsel than like this.”

“That is because you are a kinky kinky freak, Jak,” Daxter grinned.

Jak flushed. “You shut up and get on with it already!”

Daxter laughed and stepped into the middle of the pattern on the floor. “Okay, let 'er rip.”

Jak brushed his hand against the console, and it light up again, surrounding Daxter in white light. Jak held his breath, his hands clenching into tight fists as Daxter cried out. It felt like a small eternity had passed until the light finally faded and Jak's breath left him in a rush.

Daxter was still human.

Daxter was a guy again.

Daxter cracked open one eye and looked to Jak. “...well, I'm still taller.” He patted himself down. “And I'm a dude again!” Daxter beamed happily at Jak. “We did it!”

Jak laughed. “So what are you going to do now?”

Daxter grinned and strode confidently over to Jak. “I am getting laid,” He murmured before pulling Jak into a kiss.

Jak wrapped his arms around Daxter as he kissed him back, his chest feeling tight. Kissing Daxter like this was different from kissing Daxter as a girl, but only in the most subtle of ways. Like this Daxter was harder, more sharp angles than soft curves, and Jak loved feeling Daxter's new (old?) body pressed against him. This was the way it should've been all these years, this is how Daxter belonged. Jak pulled away to press his forehead to Daxter's. “Can it wait until we get home?”

Daxter grinned. “We can pick up lube on the way there.”

Jak blushed and just held Daxter closer. “...yeah.”

“Hey Jak?”

“Yeah, Dax?”

“It's good to be back.”

“It's good to have you back, Dax.”

–

They ended up not being able to pick up lube before they got back to their apartment in Spargus, and the idea of using gun oil just didn't sit right with Jak.

Daxter flopped back on their bed with a groan. “Damn it! I was really looking forward to having sex, too. I finally have my junk back, and now I don't get to use it!”

Jak flushed even as he started getting undressed for the night. “We'll go to Haven tomorrow and get some, I promise, Dax.”

“And then I will bend you over the nearest surface and have my wicked wicked way with you.”

Jak set aside his holster, his face feeling like it was on fire. “Why are you on top in this little scenario?”

“Because you topped when I was a girl. It's my turn!”

Jak settled back next to Daxter on the bed. “Really?”

Daxter rolled over to face Jak. “You're seriously giving me a hard time about this? After all I suffered?” Daxter straddled Jak and glared down at him. “After everything you would seriously deny me my right as your Sexy God-King to bang you so hard you'll walk funny the next day?”

Jak couldn't help it, he started laughing, one arm coming up to cover his eyes. “Oh man, you should see your face!”

Daxter scowled down at him. “And now you're laughing at me.”

“Sorry, Dax,” Jak looked up at him, still smiling, and slid his hands up Daxter's thighs to his hips. “Just... Gotta make you work for it, don't I?”

Daxter scowled and poked Jak in the chest. “Not really, no. We should just use the gun oil, your delicate sensibilities be damned.”

Jak rolled his eyes and folded his hands behind his head. “Oh come on, Dax.”

“Why are you so against this? Is this a man-pride thing?”

“Man-pride from your man-wife?”

“Jak...”

Jak rolled them over and looked down at Daxter. “Dax. There are other things we can do you realize.”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“Do you want me to suck your cock or what, Dax?” Jak blurted out, his face red.

Daxter blinked up at him, stunned speechless for a few seconds before he finally found his voice again. “Yeah. We can do that.”

Jak's ears were aflame as he shifted downward to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed as Daxter sat up. “Sorry if I'm bad at this. I haven't exactly done it before.”

Daxter chuckled weakly as he shifted to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on either side of Jak. “I like to think I would've heard about it if you had.”

Jak swallowed hard. “...would it be weird if I told you I've wanted to do this since we were thirteen?”

Daxter's cheeks went pink. “I'm actually kinda flattered, big guy.”

Jak opened Daxter's jeans with steady hands, though inside he was more nervous than he had ever been in his life. Daxter was really going to let him do this, he was even already half hard and Jak hadn't done anything more than open his pants! Jak pulled Daxter from out of his boxers and stroked him a few times, trying to mimic what he liked on himself on Daxter. “Ready?”

“Go to town, Jak,” Daxter said with a cheeky grin. Jak rolled his eyes, but the grin eased the butterflies in his stomach as he leaned forward and licked the head of Daxter's cock. The small action dragged a low moan out of Daxter, who leaned back on his hands and watched Jak from under heavy lids.

Jak closed his eyes as he took Daxter into his mouth, not wanting to be distracted by that gaze as he slowly bobbed his head, his tongue pressing to the underside of Daxter's cock. Daxter moaned again, and the sound sent a shiver down Jak's spine as he sucked. Jak nearly jumped when Daxter's hand ran through his hair and rested on his head, and he opened his eyes to look up at Daxter with a questioning noise.

“You should see how you look right now, Jak,” Daxter murmured.

Jak pulled off of Daxter to lick at the head of his cock again. “Dax?”

Daxter smiled. “You've got a great mouth, did you know that, Jak? Especially the way you look right now. You wear the 'I've been giving head' look real nice, Jak.”

Jak flushed, staring up at Daxter as he ran a thumb over Jak's bottom lip. “You think so, Dax?”

“Yeah. C'mere,” Daxter tugged Jak up into a kiss and Jak moaned into it, climbing back onto the bed and knocking Daxter onto his back. Suddenly their hands were everywhere, running greedily over skin as they tugged at each other's clothes and flung them aside until they were both naked and aching hard.

Jak gasped as Daxter bit his shoulder and used Jak's surprise to roll them over, and rocked against Jak. “Daxter,” Jak moaned, rocking his hips up to meet Daxter's as their erections rubbed together, trapped between their bellies.

“Oh fuck-!” Daxter moaned, and Jak growled, rolling them back over and pinning Daxter to the mattress, kissing him hungrily. Daxter whimpered and wrapped his legs around Jak's, reached one hand between them to pump them both as best he could. Jak reached down with his other hand to join him, and the both moaned, Jak burying his face in Daxter's throat as Daxter dug the fingers of his free hand into Jak's back. “Oh God, Jak, fuck I'm gonna- I'm gonna-!”

Jak went still as he came with a low, shuddering moan, and Daxter wasn't too far behind him, coming with a shout that he muffled in Jak's shoulder. Jak slumped over to the side, careful not to crush Daxter even as his bones felt like liquid. “...wow.”

Daxter moaned in agreement, rolling on his side to face Jak. “....totally getting lube tomorrow.”

“Oh God yes,” Jak breathed in agreement, wrapping his arms around Daxter and pulling him close.

Daxter snuggled against Jak with a happy noise. “Hey Jak?”

Jak smiled softly at Daxter. “Shower?”

Daxter grinned, “It's like you can read my mind.”

Jak chuckled and nuzzled Daxter's temple. “Give me a minute, then we'll shower.”

“I can live with that.”

–

They ended up returning to the Naughty Ottsel after buying the lube, and Tess gave Daxter a confused look before she brightened. “Daxxie! You're back to normal!”

“Damn right I am, baby,” He slung himself onto a barstool next to her and grinned. “And I won my arena challenge. Obviously.”

“Oh Daxxie, I knew you could do it!” Tess flung her arms around Daxter and smooched him before hugging him to her chest.

Jak felt a surge of jealousy, clenching his fists at his sides, though he relaxed when Daxter pulled away. “Easy, Tessybabe, a guy needs to breathe!” Daxter grinned at her. “And I already got my victory kiss from Jak.”

“I just bet!” Tess grinned at Jak and winked before returning her attention to Daxter. “So what happened?”

“Tess, we're gonna need drinks for this one.”

Tess strolled around the counter and poured them each a drink as Jak slid onto the stool next to Daxter. “I just bet we are.”

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“-and that's when I told him 'Stand down, you filthy monkey!' and he was all 'Oh no, please don't hurt me!' and that's how I won the Arena challenge!”

Tess clapped her hands in front of her chest and fluttered her eyes. “Oh Daxter, you're amazing!”

“Yeah, I know.” Daxter drained his mug and grinned at her. “You should've seen Jak, he was a total wreck!”

Tess glanced at Jak and Jak shrugged. “I was worried. I knew Daxter could do it, but the Arena's pretty tough.”

“It's so sweet that you worry about him like that, Jak.”

Jak shrugged again and took a sip of his own mug; he had been nursing the same beer since the start of Daxter's story. “I always worry about Daxter.”

Tess smiled again. “So what brought you two back to Haven, other than to see me?”

Daxter grinned. “We needed lube so that I can bend Jak over and hit that like the fist of an angry god.”

Jak sputtered into his drink as Tess giggled. “Well, far be it for me to keep you from such an important task, Daxxie! Are you gonna get a hotel room?”

Daxter's ears perked up. “Tessykins, you're brilliant! C'mon Jak, let's go get some cash and get a really nice hotel room.”

Jak drained his mug before Daxter practically dragged him off the stool and out the door.

–

The hotel room was pretty nice, Jak thought as he looked around. Daxter had gotten them the honeymoon suite for a week, which earned them both an arched eyebrow from the attendant and had embarrassed Jak, though, thankfully, he managed to keep his blush in check. However, the attendant gladly took their money and handed over the key without a word.

“Oh wow, Jak check out this tub! It's huge! We're definitely having sex in there at least twice.”

Jak rolled his eyes and chuckled. “You certainly have big plans for us.”

“We deserve a break! A sex-filled break. If I have my way, they will never get the stains out of the sheets, and we will walk funny for a month.”

Jak chuckled and leaned against the door frame as he watched Daxter poke around the bathroom. “Is eating in your big plan?”

“Oh yeah. Chocolate sauce and whipped cream and strawberries,” Daxter nodded. “Maybe some actual food at some point too, but I fully intend on covering you with chocolate and licking it off.”

Jak stared at Daxter, his face flushed. “Where the hell are you even getting these ideas?”

Daxter grinned wickedly. “From all those romance novels Tess lent me! There's some good stuff in there, let me tell you.”

Jak rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Seriously?”

“Seriously!” Daxter grinned at Jak. “Let's go check out the bed.”

Jak chuckled and let Daxter lead him into the bedroom, where a large, ornate bed was the center of attention. “...that's impressive.”

“It's even bigger than our bed at the Palace!” Daxter grinned. “This was a brilliant idea.”

Jak nodded and gave a startled yell as Daxter tackled him, knocking him onto his side on the bed. “Dax!”

“I have been waiting very patiently for this, Jak.”

“You didn't have to knock me over, Dax,” Jak muttered, rolling onto his back under Daxter and kissed him. “It's not like I'm going to run from you or anything.”

“No, but still. You're not gonna suddenly change your mind about me topping or something?”

Jak shook his head. “Why would I?”

“I dunno, you seem to like being in charge of these things.”

Jak chuckled. “Dax, I would never have agreed to it if I didn't like the idea.”

Daxter grinned down at him. “You do, huh?”

“Remind me to tell you about the dream I had where we had a foursome.”

Daxter's eyebrows shot up. “We had a foursome?”

“Mm,” Jak grinned sheepishly up at Daxter. “Me, you, your girl body, and your ottsel body.”

“Sounds hot,” Daxter chuckled, and dipped his head to kiss Jak. “I wonder what other dreams you've had about me?”

“I'll tell you later,” Jak murmured, kissing Daxter again, we had other plans for right now, don't we?”

“Mm.” Daxter got up off of Jak and stood. “That's true. And those plans involve you getting naked, gorgeous.”

Maybe it was pathetic and sad, but Jak loved it every time Daxter called him 'gorgeous'; it made his heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter like he was fourteen again and trying to hide the fact that every time Daxter smiled at him he went weak-kneed. Jak sat up on the bed and started to peel out of his clothes, watching Daxter do the same with hungry eyes. Daxter rummaged through Jak's pack and pulled out the bag of lube they had bought pulling out a bottle and leaving the rest on the side table as Jak kicked his pants and boxers into the pile he had made of his clothes on the floor. “...hey Dax?”

Daxter glanced at him, “What's up, Jak?”

“Come here for a minute? I want to look at you.”

Daxter blinked, but moved to stand in front of Jak. “Feast your eyes on your Sexy God-King, and worship me.”

Jak snorted. “'Give unto Daxter what is Daxter's'?”

Daxter grinned wider, and Jak leaned back to look at him. Still pale and freckled and skinny, but his wire-y build showed more muscle definition than his female form had. Skinny but strong legs leading up into trim hips and stomach, up to a thin chest and bony shoulders that lead down into thin but toned arms. Daxter's right shoulder had a thin white scar, all that remained of his encounter in the arena; Jak leaned in and pressed his lips to it. “Like what you see?” Daxter murmured as Jak kissed his way along Daxter's shoulder and up his throat.

“Mmm,” Jak tugged Daxter down into a kiss, “Yes, I do.”

Daxter hummed into the kiss and nudge Jak backward. “Come on. Up on the bed and lift your knees for me.”

Jak blushed, but he did as Daxter asked. Daxter spread Jak's legs apart, and Jak shifted, feeling suddenly very awkward. “Dax?”

Daxter opened the bottle of lubricant and spread some on his fingers. “Just need to see what I'm doing Jak.” Daxter flashed Jak a grin and pressed a finger gently against him. “Besides, now it's my turn to look.”

Jak's breath left him in a hiss at the feel of Daxter's fingers against him, rubbing in tiny circles at his entrance. “D-Dax?”

“I want to make sure this doesn't hurt you, Jak,” Daxter murmured softly. “Just relax.”

Jak swallowed hard and leaned back on his elbows. “R-right.” It felt so strange to be touched there, but he did as Daxter asked and focused on relaxing, though he shuddered when Daxter's finger slid inside him. “Ah-!”

“God, Jak, you should see yourself,” Daxter's finger slid in and out of Jak slowly and carefully. “So fucking hot.” Jak felt his face heating up as Daxter continued. “You're so tight and hot around my finger, Jak... I can't wait to be inside you. It felt so amazing when you were inside me as a woman. Obviously it's gonna be a little different, but I want to make you feel that amazing too, Jak.” Jak dropped flat onto his back and covered his eyes with one arm, his face burning and he moaned when a second finger joined the first inside of him. He felt stretched, awkwardly so, and he distantly acknowledged that there was some physical discomfort. Daxter's free hand slowly started pumping Jak's cock as he worked his fingers in and out of Jak, and Jak lost all thought of the discomfort. “It's like you're trying to pull me inside of you, Jak... you want me that badly?”

That was cheating, some distant part of Jak's brain thought. Daxter's fingers curled inside Jak and he left out a shocked cry as pleasure rushed through him. “Daxter!”

“I'll take that as a yes,” Daxter purred at him, and Jak whimpered when he removed his fingers. “Don't worry, Jak, I'll give you what you want. Tell me what you want Jak. Look at me and tell me what you want.”

Jak peeked at Daxter from under his arm. “Dax-”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

Jak leaned up and dragged Daxter into a forceful, hungry kiss. “I want you to fuck me, Daxter,” he moaned into the kiss. “So stop teasing and do it.”

Daxter groaned and kissed Jak again before pulling away. “I can do that.” Daxter poured lube over his cock before he capped it and tossed the bottle up near Jak's head, stroking himself. “Oh fuck this Is gonna be so good Jak...”

Jak rolled over onto his knees and planted his hands on the bed, spreading he knees wide. “Hurry up and do it, Dax...”

Daxter groaned and gripped Jak's hip with one hand as he guided himself inside Jak with the other. “Oh fuck-!” Jak moaned, dropping to his elbows and burying his face in his arms. He had been hurt worse before, but this- just felt strange. Good, but strange. Daxter draped himself over Jak's back, tucking his face between Jak's shoulder blades. “Tell me when I can-”

“Move,” Jak moaned. “C'mon, Dax, move!”

Daxter groaned and pulled back, pulling slightly out of Jak before thrusting back in again, and again, and again. Jak cried out, rocking back into Daxter's movements as he stretched his hand in front of himself, knotting them in the pillows before he dragged one to him and bit down on it, muffling his grunts and cries into it as they moved together. Daxter shifted the angle of his hips and thrust hard inside of Jak, making Jak yowl into the pillow, sparks of pleasure zinging up his spine. Daxter groaned and reached around, taking Jak's cock in hand and pumping it almost in time to his thrusts. “Come on, Jak, come for me. Scream my name.”

Jak shuddered and moaned as Daxter thrust into him and lifted his face from the pillow. “Daxter, oh fuck, Daxter-!”

“That's it, Jak, just like that, c'mon...”

On a particularly sharp thrust from Daxter, Jak let out a hoarse shout as he came. “DAXTER!”

Daxter moaned, his rhythm faltering as he slammed into Jak several more times before coming with a cry. Jak moaned as he felt rushing warmth inside of him and slumped to the side, taking Daxter with him. Daxter groaned and curled against Jak's back his arm draped over Jak's waist. “That? Was so awesome.”

Jak hummed in agreement, easing his grip up off the poor, mangled pillow. At least he hadn't destroyed it. “...so what romance novel did you get that from?” He murmured after a few moments of just breathing.

Daxter nuzzled Jak's back. “Get what?”

“The 'tell me what you want' thing.”

Daxter lifted himself up and rested his chin on Jak's shoulder. “That? I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Jak's brows drew together as he frowned. “Why?”

“Because you're the hero of the world three times over, and hearing you demand that I fuck you is an amazing ego boost.”

Jak groaned and rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Dax, really?”

“I'm serious! You sound amazingly hot doing it and I like hearing that I'm the one you want.”

“I'll tell you as much as you wanna hear it, Dax.”

“Good, because your Sexy God-King commands it!”

Jak grabbed the pillow and swung it over his shoulder, hitting Daxter in the face with it. “I love you Daxter.”

“I love you too, man-wife.”

“I'm going to hit you again,” Jak warned.

“Kinky,” Daxter waggled his eyebrows at Jak, and Jak laughed.

This was absolutely perfect.

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A/N: Wow. It's actually finished. I've been working on it for so long, I'm not sure what to do now... In any case, I hope you all have enjoyed reading this fic as much as I have enjoyed writing it, and thanks for being such wonderful readers.