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In You	By : CardDragonBall Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 3771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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JAK/TORN Smut. Ye be warned. (Almost, no ownership is implied. They belong to other folk.)
Jak remembered pieces of the conversation. Something about ammo dump. Something about his declaration that he wanted the Baron to know it was him hurting him. He remembered that, because it was all curled up tight in his chest where that dark eco was burning him from the inside out.
Then Torn had given him one of those superior smirks, one of those looks that told him he was just a little boy and all the real big boys were better than him by a long shot. Something condescending in the way Torn just shook his head.
"You don't have it in you."
Daxter straightened up on his shoulder, furry fist in his hair. "Now wait a minute...!"
But Jak grabbed Torn, felt darkness swirling around in his gut that made everything break down in single commands, like the throb of a heart. He curled his fingers around Torn's throat, saw the brief look of alarm in those eyes and snarled at him. No words necessary, primal as the moment was in anger.
"Jak...buddy?"
Torn had the curved knife against Jak's throat in the next instant, pressing in nice and hard, so Jak could feel the smooth edge of it against his larnyx. But he wasn't worried.
"Guys?" Daxter mumbled. Nervous right down to the twitch thump of his tail on Jak's back.
He should have said something smart and stinging. Something impugning Torn's honor, something that would cut right through that sneer and the stupid arroagance that surrounded the man. As if sending other people out to get killed required great skill or some shit.
But words were unnecessary. He grabbed the hand at his throat, bent it backward, felt strength and dark energy expanding throughout him, and slammed Torn back against the desk. Heard his grunt, felt the roll of his body as it tensed, and Daxter was thrown off his shoulder, landed on the floor and scurried up to get between him and Torn.
"Jak...buddy! Jak!"
He tilted his head to the side to stare at Daxter for a moment, because he was starting to forget who the rodent was, why he was important, why he thought he couldn't hurt him.
"Come on. Jak, buddy, old pal, you don't want to do this!"
"Get lost," Torn snarled at Daxter and smacked him off his chest. "I don't need a rat to help."
Maybe the truth was, he didn't need help. Or maybe he didn't want it. Maybe it didn't matter. Jak dragged Torn down, so his hips hung off the side of the desk, so his legs were open, groping for footing and pressed right agianst him. Hauled him by his neck, up off the desk, right up to his face. Saw arrogance and fear in his eyes.
"You don't," Torn said low and dark, "Have it in you."
"You will," Jak snarled. Threw the former Krimson Guard across the room, onto one of the bunkbeds and jumped on top of him before he could move. Torn rolled onto his back.
He sucked on the mouth under him. Heard something like a shriek in the background, and fast furry footsteps. Something like: "well, see you guys later." Something like a door closing.
Didn't matter, Torn was ripping at his clothes. He was tearing at the pants that kept him from the only part of the other man's body he wanted. Heard them shred under him and kissed harder.
Torn shoved him back with more strength than he would have credited the man. He panted and stared down, looking at the ripped pants, and the skin exposed under them.
"Stay," Torn snarled. Pulled himself out from under Jak and went back to the desk. Pants sliding down his lean legs, exposing his round ass, and Jak crawled off the bed. Crossed the room in silece and pressed himself against Torn's back, against his legs and his ass as the man pulled something out from a drawer. "I told you to stay."
Jak didn't answer that. Didn't have to, rolled his hips against Torn so the man could feel the hardness in his pants.
"Here," Torn growled. Thrust the flat container at him. Jak ignored him. Loosened his own pants, left them fall down to his ankles and rubbed their bare skin together, holding Torn's hips in an almost painful grip.
Torn elbows him in the ribs, knocked him back (remembered to keep the flat container tight in his fist) and shoved him until he was on the bed. Followed him down, but Jak flipped them over before Torn could start to think he was in charge of anything here.
Not likely. Not now.
Kissed him again. Brutal, almost. Intense and Torn just opened up under him. Moving with it all the way down to his lean hips. One hand fisting in his long hair. Urging him on without a word. Eager and willing.
Jak growled, shook everywhere as he held himself up with his arms. Looked down at Torn with the unspoken command to put that stupid container to use. Torn moved obediently. Opened it, scooped his fingers through it and fisted his hand around Jak. Coated him with the slippery lube and pulled his legs up, bending his body.
Jak took that as his invitation and sank down into Torn. One thrust, all the way in. Heat and flesh surrounding him everywhere, his eyes burned with the intensity of it. Torn groaned and fisted his hair again. Head rolling back and forth. Eyes clenched shut.
"..."
He fell down on his elbows, slipped one arm under Torn's shoulder so he could grab a handful of the knotted hair. Exposed the long throat so he could suck on it. Hard, in pulses like his hips that were moving now. Wriggled a little so his thrusts made Torn shiver.
Felt the hot brand of Torn's arousal against his stomach and didn't care. His hips humped forward, seaking more heat and more friction and more of Torn. More of what he wanted. He marked the cocky bastard, fucked him until he heard Torn mewling and thought in his own head that the question of whether he had it in him had been long since settled.
Pulled back, dragged his fingernails over Torn's clothes, down to his hipbones.
"Move!" Torn snarled under him.
It seemed like a reasonable command. He lifted Torn's hips up off the bed, dug his knees into the uncomfortable mattress under them and braced himself with one hand on wall. Torn had his arms above his head, keeping the pounding thrusts from banging his head against the wall. He was coated in sweat and panting. Eyes rolled back, hips moving back with eagerness.
"More," the groan.
Jak dug his fingers into the wall and sped up. Pistoning into the clenching heat. Biting his lip until he tasted blood and sucked on that as his stomach got so tight. Fast and hard. The bunkbed was rapping against the wall hard. He shook his head, felt something enormous in his gut and blinked the sweat out of his eyes. His ears were ringing, he couldn't barely breath, but his hips moved on. Relentlessly as Torn praised him with groans and breathless urges.
He stopped, felt the shudder start in his body and finish in Torn's. Saw the other man's eyes fly open and stare at him in numb disbelief. "What the fuck?!"
Jak panted, held his forehead against his palm. Felt disoriented, dizzy. Sick almost like when the dark eco took over and he couldn't control what he did. Angry--more angry than he could remember being. And at the same time, he couldn't hurt Torn.
Was he hurting Torn?
Did Torn really deserve it?
The other man snarled at him, rolled them over and they fell out of bed. Jak landed on the floor and Torn fell against him. Pushed himself up with his hands on Jak's shirt. Looking down at him--blush on his tattooed cheeks and body clenching around Jak agian.
"Stupid virgin," Torn muttered.
Jak frowned at him, but Torn ignored it. He pulled Jak up to sit, shoved him back agianst the wall and braced himself with one hand on either side of Jak's head. Determination on his face that made him somewhat more appealling. Jak curled his hands on the round little ass and felt the muscles moving as Torn started to move. Slowly first, bobbing up and down and then he grabbed Jak's shoulder, leaned his head back and moved.
Hard. Fast. Unrepentant thrusts of his hips. Taking Jak deep inside him with every fuck of his hips. Groaning as it he did it. Hair swinging wildly and Jak could just hang onto him, snarl as that thing in his stomach tightened up beyond his control and he was thrusting up into each of Torn's movements.
Ripped the other man's clothes when he held him close and tried to scream but didn't have the breath. Release pumped out of him and left his head spinning. He gasped like a fish and felt Torn moving restlessly in the tight grip he had on him.
"Fuck," Torn muttered. Rolled back so he was lying on the floor, legs spread, knees bent, one hand on his furiously red erection the other stroking his thigh. Hips working like before, rising his ass up off the floor.
Jak watched in a drugged haze, blinked himself back to coherency and moved up against Torn. Too tired to do much, he slipped his fingers back into him, right up against that place inside of him and rubbed it ruthlessly. Felt Torn's arm against his body as it pumped his own erection. Watched his face as he worked his fingers.
Saw the blinding moment happen on Torn's face before he felt it under him, before the splatter of hot release on his previously clean shirt. Found that he was utterly amazed by it.
But got to his feet anyway, pulled his pants up and ignored the panting man on the floor. Walked out, feeling as if things were looking better all the time--like the Baron was really going to pay now. Before it had his intention and now it was his reality.
The Baron would suffer.
Daxter was hovering around the door, looking almost disgusted and nervous and he yelped when he saw Jak. Eyed the stains on his clothes, held his nose and waved his hand in front of his face.
"Somehow," he said. "I liked it better when you made the happy with your hand."
"Lets go, Dax," he said. Pointedly ignoring the comment.
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Torn: Well, aren't you romantic.

Jak: I am.

Torn: I was being sarcastic.

Jak: *blink*

Daxter: Don't try to explain it buddy, he just don't get it.

Torn: Oh.

Jak: *blink again*
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