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Love is War	By : grimreaperchibi Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 4213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I apologize for the amount of time I've let slip past, but Rule 39 has officially taken over my life. Thank you, everyone, who has stopped by to read, and especially those of you who have taken the time to review. It really means a lot to me to hear from people. As a token of my appreciation, there will be an extra chapter of fluff added on shortly. It's not technically part of the original storyline, but takes part in the same continuum and was an excuse to do something cute just to prove to myself (and a few other people) I could.
Slight bit of trivia for anyone who cares: This story has been typed into a single word document. At the end of everything, that document is 77 pages long, with a total word count of 57,057. And for as much as I like symmetry, that was completely unintentional.
Additional Disclaimer: The lyrics used within are part of the fair use clause of copyright law and remain the property of the individual artists and recording companies to which they belong. Any misconstruing/mistyping of the lyrics is strictly the fault of the author. All lyrics are used here only for setting ambience.
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Chapter 10 – Land of a Thousand Words (Scissor Sisters)
The first thing Daxter was aware of upon waking was that he was alone in bed. Whatever panic that thought might have sparked was soothed away long before it could start. A wave of contentment rolled over him like the softest of caresses, warm and nearly phantom, very real despite its seemingly ephemeral nature. It seeped into all the doubtful places, solidifying into a relaxed calm. All was well in the outside world. There was nothing to be concerned about at the moment. His anxiety relented, leaving him in an odd half-space between sleep and consciousness. He rolled over and buried his face into the pillow, not quite willing to give up these last few moments of carefree quiet.
If someone had told him that at the end of all the insanity that he’d be sleeping in the structure that had come to symbolize everything wrong with the world, he would have laughed himself sick and then probably slit the poor fool’s throat because they had obviously lost touch with reality. Yet there he was, laying on one of the softest beds he’d ever known with clean sheets and warm blankets, lounging around just because he could. And this wasn’t even one of the “nice” rooms. In fact, they’d been living at the Palace for almost six months now, ever since the last of the heavy fighting had ended.
It wasn’t where they’d wanted to end up at the end of everything. But with the Rift Gate still in pieces spread between the city and the rapidly crumbling Nest, going back to their time and place was something of a pipedream—vainly hoped for, yet acknowledged as highly unlikely to happen. At first, they’d thought to make the newly christened Naughty Ottsel their home away from home. There was enough of a useable kitchen in the back and one of the store rooms had been converted just fine into a bedroom. That plan had fallen by the wayside because of Widgit, who had to stay in the Palace for reasons that still made little sense to Daxter.
They had quietly decided to keep the kid with them, regardless of what they had to do in order to accomplish that. To that point, they had even made inroads towards becoming legal guardians for the boy, though Precursors help the soul who tried to step between Jak and his younger self, fancy paperwork or not. Big Jak stayed with Little Jak. End of story. After more than a few arguments, it had been agreed that the fewer people who knew about Widgit’s (still undetermined) royal status, the better the reconstruction efforts would go. Fewer still were privy to the fact the shy, abnormally quiet child in their midst was the starting point for the misanthropic eco channeler that had helped save the city. Jak insisted it was for better, considering how many ugly smears were still abounding about the “eco-freak,” but it made Daxter wonder how many people it would scare off, knowing those fangs and claws were protecting direct blood. Hell, they might have already been granted that stupid document of adoption.
It was all democratic now, though. Due process through a group of peers. It was utter bullshit as far as he was concerned. Now there was just that many more idiots to go through to get something done. And while some credit had to be given to Ashelin for refusing to take the dictator route, one had to wonder about the sense of becoming a Governess instead. As such, she was the party viewed as responsible for everything that happened, but the real power was in the “Council.” More specifically, the seven lords who sat on the highest level of the Council, each from one of the aristocratic houses still left in the city. It made sense that since it was their power and influence currently keeping the city standing that they would have some say in what happened. But they were also the same morons who’d help put the Baron in power in the first place, so Daxter didn’t trust a single one of them further than he could throw a yakow. Especially that creep, Veger… Holy damn that man pissed him off, and not just for the way he scorned Jak or looked at Widgit.
So they lived in the Palace, down in the corridor reserved for the people who kept the massive structure running behind the scenes, because that’s what it took to stay near their unofficial charge. It wasn’t as bad as some would think—several of the people who had been hired for domestic services had families of their own, so there were children Widgit could interact with and other people he could turn to for help when the Demolition Duo was sent back out for whatever. And, heavens’ forbid, those people actually seemed to like having the two of them around, at ease with a street rat and a science experiment living amongst them. Even Widgit’s crocadog liked them, so that was saying something.
Which was good, because he and Jak were gone more often than not nowadays. Despite Kor’s death, Metalheads were still everywhere. Scattered, not as well organized, and mostly fractured back down to the level of semi-intelligent animals, but still there with enough cohesion to be a constant pain in the ass. On top of that were the weird rumors about activity out at the destroyed Weapon’s Factory. They had talked to Torn about the robotic things they’d encountered there and the Freedom Guard leader had shown them plans that had been in the works to swell the depleted Krimzon Guard ranks. Everything to create the death bots should have gone up with Krew’s piercer bomb, however.
Should and was didn’t seem to be keeping great company these days.
But for once, they weren’t out and about, continuing to save a city that barely tolerated them. Today, they had a little bit of down time to remember the worst was already over and that there was more to life than do or die. They could afford to take a few moments to simply breathe. It was with this firmly in mind that Daxter finally roused himself. He rolled back over, eyes casting about to locate his wayward partner. Unsurprisingly, Jak was standing in front of the large, floor to ceiling windows, taking in the morning sunshine. The fact that he was completely undressed gave Daxter something to take in as well.
After openly staring for a while, he slipped from the bed, padding silently over to where Jak was still contemplating the sun. He snuggled up against the other’s warm back, arms circling around the waist as he leaned his head into a broad shoulder. A subtle shift in weight had the blond gently leaning back into him as equally warm hands slid along his arms, holding the embrace where it was. A slight tip of the head left them resting equally against each other. The earlier contentment once more washed over their eco bond, blanketing any lingering worry and dulling the still instinctive need to be constantly wary. Daxter sighed, letting all his thoughts be gently pushed aside for the time being. If Jak could let it go, then he could let it go, too.
How long they stood there was anyone’s guess. With nowhere to go and nothing to do once they got there, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered more than the light and warmth wrapped around them at that particular moment, leaving the world and all its problems thankfully still and silent. Jak moved first, turning in the circle of Daxter’s arms without fully breaking the embrace. He smiled in that soft, almost shy manner reminiscent of Sandover, which automatically had the redhead grinning back. One of them leaned forward. The other met them halfway. Their mouths connected gently, still curved with their smiles and affection. Jak’s hands slid into red hair as Daxter’s started running across a solid back. From there, it didn’t take much for the easy giving of affection to turn into something more.
It started with a shy tongue being greeted and welcomed in. The press of their lips became firmer as hands started clenching. It was impossible to not feel how Jak’s body was reacting, which in turn aroused something in Daxter’s. He practically melted when big hands started kneading down his spine, his own coming up to tangle in long blond hair and keep their mouths together. There was a rumble of approval right before Jak picked him up. No second thought was given to wrapping his legs around Jak’s waist in return. Daxter was much too interested in the tongue he was fighting against to think about anything else.
He whined when their kiss broke even as his lungs made a desperate pull for oxygen. Hot breath and wet lips roamed over his throat, almost enough to distract him from the fact he was being carefully laid out on the bed. And then there was only Jak again, his mouth teasing the spot on his neck that made everything go limp and tingly, his hands stroking and kneading, his want and pleasure and desire to do everything and more constantly pouring through the eco connection until Daxter felt like he could drown in the sensations. Since there was absolutely no drive to save himself, he pretty much did, choking on little cries and whimpers as Jak licked, kissed, and touched everything with such heartbreaking care.
It didn’t have to be that way. They’d had their fair share of desperate sex, where there had only been minutes to do something and the need for a physical connection was overwhelming. Rough, hard and now meant bruises and scratches in uncomfortable places, but Daxter could take it, still ask for more. He didn’t need to be treated like glass. That Jak would take the time and effort to be that soft and gentle anyway was so arousing that he almost came when a hand finally found his erection.
“Jak…” It didn’t feel right, just receiving all of the attention. There had to be something he could in return other than lay there like a lump on a log.
“Let me do this.” Teeth grazed over his throat again, down his sternum as the hand wrapped around him began slowly stroking. “Let me make you feel good.”
He wasn’t very good at being passive, but Daxter fisted the sheets anyway, letting Jak do as he wanted. It was still the gentlest application of lips and teeth, a soft teasing of blond hair sliding across hypersensitive skin, but there was a definite purpose to the path Jak chose to travel. It was almost too much to lay there and take even without that ever-present stimulation to his cock. He was breathless, panting hard by the time that painfully light adoration reached his stomach. He was nearly ready to cry in frustration when a tongue found overheated skin, the deliberate lick along the underside of his erection as much a relief as it was a torment.
Oral sex had been another one of those miraculous leaps Jak had made. A spontaneous decision during one late night shower, it had seemed wrong then, too, to watch his friend go down on him even if it was incredibly hot. More than anything, it proved Jak was confident enough to take a lead, a concept that had only been flirted with up to that point. Sure, the advances had been getting bolder all the time. He’d come a long away from fumbling shy teenager to where he was now. But that blind jump forward also marked a turning point in their physical relationship. Daxter no longer found himself pushing. Rather, he was the one being pushed, or pulled depending on how the situation turned out. Having already spent so much time essentially being the one in charge, it was sometimes a hard adjustment to take.
The feeling of a slick finger starting to penetrate was like the flipping of a switch. The last of his contention disappeared, leaving him open and pliant to whatever Jak wanted. To be honest, it scared him a little that that switch existed at all, never mind the ease with which the blond could use it to shut him down. Before, he’d passed it off as a trick of his mind. He had, after all, sworn to himself to do and be whatever Jak needed him to do and/or be. It seemed the least that could be offered after abandoning his friend for two years. Now, he wasn’t so sure it was just conviction that lead him to caving to whatever was desired.
Or maybe he was just thinking about it too much. He whined through his gritted teeth as another finger joined the stretching of the first. He did honestly like being touched like this even if the thought of actually taking something back there was sometimes daunting. He also knew that at some point, the power struggle between them would even out again. Just as it had taken time for Jak to learn that not all touch would end in pain, he would eventually learn that it was okay to be that kind of vulnerable in the presence of someone trusted. Until then, it was up to Daxter to be patient. That critical first step that proved everything was all right was his to make. So he relaxed and tried to remember to breathe as a third finger was added.
It was a bit of a shock when the mouth around him pulled abruptly away. The fingers in him withdrew next. The sudden ache both actions caused was somewhat subdued as Jak settled heavily against him, drawing him into another hard kiss. It broke far too soon, though there wasn’t a chance to voice any displeasure.
“I want you to ride me,” was growled softly into his ear.
Daxter shuddered a bit, as much for the teeth that tugged at his earlobe as for the request itself, moaning into the mouth once more attached to his own as their positions switched. It wasn’t often that Jak had the courage to press his back against anything he wasn’t using for cover. Even this far removed from the source of that paranoia by time and circumstance, the scars caused by torture showed through. Laying on his back was a sign of ultimate trust. Asking for it, being able to purposefully put himself into a position like that, was something Daxter had always hoped his friend would be able to do even as it became one more thing he accepted would probably never happen.
So he remained purposefully pliant as those large, warm hands skimmed across his back, enjoying their soft, yet hungry kiss. Almost unconsciously, he began shifting against the solid form beneath his. It started as simple flexing in his spine, trying to draw out the contact along of the palms pressed to his skin. Soon, his hips started to rock as well while their tongues repeated the same dance. Before too long, Jak’s hands latched on to his hipbones, guiding at first, then starting to force the movement, a variety of sounds smothered by their lip lock.
“Dax.” It was impossible to tell if the blond had actually said his name out loud or if the words came through action. As reluctant as he was to end their kiss, Daxter pulled back, shifting so that he could sit up properly. Dark blue eyes watched him as carefully as he watched them. Nails lightly scratched over his thighs in a repetitive, possessive gesture. He reached through their bond to verify Jak was as calm as he appeared to be, then reached back with his own hand to take hold of his lover’s hard length. A groan of relief met the first idle stroke while a second made those intent eyes roll back. A third had Jak lifting his hips in a not so silent request. Daxter grinned a bit evilly in response, but didn’t tease any further. He found the position he wanted and waited for the other to look at him again before slowly easing back.
The stretch made him gasp. The odd feeling of pressure made him groan. His body gave easily to the intrusion, offering only a slight resistance to the initial breech. Jak hissed softly in response, grip tightening on milky thighs until the last inch was taken, leaving them connected in every way possible. Daxter settled, trying to regain his breath while Jak once more took to petting the skin under his hands. In turn, the redhead let his hands slide across his partner’s stomach and chest until need forced him to do more than endure the slowly building pleasure.
Their focus caught again even though their eyes had yet to look somewhere else as Daxter began to move experimentally. A few cautious rocks and then again more confidently, he began to ride against the hot length inside him. Slow. Deliberate. A roll of the hips up and a smooth slide down that only made the want for more sharper. His legs slipped open wider. Jak caught the hands braced against his chest, linking their fingers together and helping provide support. Securely grounded, Daxter began rising up onto his knees, drawing out the action despite the desire for even more.
He cried out when Jak started thrusting up, taking the timing from Daxter’s own motions. The tension in his lower belly was almost unbearable. Even the smallest thing seemed to tighten it further without any promise of relief. And for as much as he wanted that relief, there was still a part of him that didn’t want it to end yet and fought to keep going just as they were. Yet they continued to move against each other with increasing urgency without actively trying to. Jak’s heavy breaths picked up a distinct growl while Daxter’s became edged with a needy whine. He didn’t know how much more he could take without simply crumbling to pieces, but it felt so good…
The end came swiftly. Jak untangled their fingers, freeing his hands to grip the redhead’s hips once more and force their movement faster. All that tension turned hot before abruptly melting. The first shiver of orgasm turned into a breath-stealing landslide of pleasure as Jak continued to move, each thrust drawing out another rush of liquidized desire. It was just on the edge of too much when Jak snarled though his own completion, holding them together with bruising force. Daxter gasped, as much for the need of air as for the throb against his spine, the result of Jak’s release inside him.
For a while, they went back to simply existing together. Ignoring the mess created by their actions, Daxter laid back down on top of Jak, who obligingly started to massage the abused muscles of his lower back while sneaking small kisses. The most energy the redhead could summon had him nuzzling absently at the skin pressed against his cheek. Had he still been an ottsel, he might have been purring. He hummed in contentment instead, knowing Jak was feeling that gentle rumbling anyway just as he felt it from the darker side of the blond.
Eventually, the nagging voice of reason came back around, harping about how they couldn’t spend all day in bed even if there was nothing else for them to officially be doing. To Daxter, it sounded annoying like Samos, which only made him want to ignore it more, but he couldn’t ignore the enticement of a hot shower. He groaned and wobbled unsteadily on his knees, using that as a great excuse to constantly bump into Jak, who bumped right back. They were practically shoving each other by the time they reached the shower. The limited space curtailed some of their horseplay, but not all of it. Amid much splashing and accidental groping, they got cleaned up and were halfway decent by the time the unexpected knock came to their door.
They both instantly straightened up. Daxter reached for his knife while Jak started pulling at eco, their attention now focused on the possible threat. There was a second set of knocks, this time in a specific pattern that had them relaxing again. At least enough that Daxter could put aside his weapon and go to the door, opening it carefully to keep himself out of the way in case Jak needed to strike.
Standing a respectable distance away, obviously aware of the need for caution, was a young girl, probably about half their age, smiling apologetically as she tried to keep an even younger child from just running in. The last of the tension evaporated as he returned the smile. “S’okay, Maghra. We’re good.”
As soon as her grip released, Widgit was running. Daxter caught the bounding leap aimed at him easily, swinging the boy up into an equally enthusiastic hug. “Sorry,” Maghra said shyly. “He was just so bound and determined to see you this morning.”
“I know how that one goes,” he replied, grinning at Jak. “Get’s somethin’ inta his head an’ can’t ever let it go again.” Jak steadfastly ignored him as he accepted the next flying Widgit hug. “How bad did we miss breakfast?”
“Mom may have saved something for you, but you’ll have to barter for coffee.”
Maghra’s mother was also the head cook in the kitchens and she always had food set aside for them, regardless of the time of day. And a mug of that amazingly smooth, rich, dark drink laced with a cream alcohol that woman called coffee was well worth the hour of labour they would provide to get it. The question and answer were just a flirtatious habit now. Considering the kind of nerves that came with their job description and background, the ritualized joke was a solid comfort.
There would probably never again be a point in time where they didn’t tense when someone came tapping at their door. Precursors knew some days it was easier to put a weapon down than others. Too many nights spent in paranoid insomnia and too many days struggling for a fleeting cause stood between them and that level of comfort. Even with the balance somewhat restored in Jak and the growing number of days lost to routine rather than drama, it was startlingly easy to slip back into that vigilant aggressiveness. That reaction wasn’t winning any friends among those who wanted to pretend the war never happened. But people like Maghra and her mother were proving that not everyone had their heads shoved into a hole, that all the sacrifices and resulting issues had actually been worth something.
It had always been worth it, Daxter amended to himself as he watched Widgit wildly pantomime out something to Jak, who took it in with all due seriousness. To be the one standing there in the mid-morning sun with the two people he loved more than anything made every hour spent clawing his way through the slums not necessarily validated, but definitely somewhat easier to bear. Theirs wasn’t ideal, or great, or even all that fair as far as happy endings were supposed to go. Only a slightly happier one than there might have been. There were a lot of people in Haven who’d never have this kind of closure, or even something close to it. But the here and now was theirs and that was the most, and only, important part.
Jak noticed the attention and gave him a slightly questioning look, but said nothing when Daxter shook his head. Widgit was on the move again once his feet hit the floor, tugging them both in the direction of the kitchens and the true beginning of their day. They followed in good humor, hands brushing together as they walked down the hall until Jak took the initiative and actually twined their fingers together again.
The easy grip tightened briefly. I love you.
Daxter grinned back. I know.
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This is the land of a thousand words

But it seems so few are worth the breath to say

Except I'll be looking after my own world

And you just keep on saving the day

I'll try to stay but it's in vain when you're far

I'm on the run to wherever you are.
~Land of a Thousand Words – Scissor Sisters~
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