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Rule 39	By : grimreaperchibi Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 3977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: It's taken forever and it's shorter than I would have liked, but here's the next chapter. I promise this story isn't forgotten or anything; I'm doing my best to keep working on it. But I've had a lot of RL stuff happening, so I've gone from being slow to being extremely slow.

Also, please note that italicized dialogue is dialogue not spoken in English. Razer understands it, hence it's typed as already translated since this is from his POV, but Phoenix will not. This is an important thing, but not immediately obvious.

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Rule # 22 - Do things on reasons, not whims.

Lounging in bed was not an activity Razer had ever given much thought to. There were always a dozen other things he could and should be doing rather than simply laying about, much to the consternation of several of his previous partners. While he did appreciate the chance to relax during those quiet moments after a good lay, once the world righted itself again, it was time to move on--a side effect of his history, filled as it was with a seemingly endless string of covert hook-ups, secret relationships, and one night stands. Though the attempt to keep it all quiet was ultimately pointless, he remained unchanged in his ways as an act of discretion, the largest concession he could make on the subject.

At this particular moment, however, there was nothing to get up and do. Winter break had started, so there was no class work to get ahead in. He'd purposefully put off supplying his temporary kitchen until his sister arrived so that she had some say in what was eaten, and her plane didn't land until sometime that afternoon, hours from now. He could get up just to say that he was up, but that would also mean abandoning the veritable nest of pillows and blankets Phoenix had created. A nest that was quite comfortable and warm despite all outward appearancesand left little want for the chilled air of their break-long home. Not to mention there was a hand slowly stroking across his stomach that felt better than it honestly had a right to feel. If nothing else, he was not willing to give that up yet. So Razer let himself relax into the bed and simply lay there, basking in the unconscious attention.

Then some very conscious attention was being paid to his neck in the form of soft lips and sharp teeth. He groaned softly as Phoenix shifted, a hard erection starting to rub against his hip as the hand on his stomach slid purposefully lower. Razer arched and stretched, pressing back in all the right ways to make the other snarl and whine, almost at the same time.

"You know, it is usually customary to at least say good morning before trying to get off on your bed mate," he teased.

There was a petulant huff against his shoulder. "Says the one who spent half the night grinding against me."

"You were aware of my tendencies before deciding to share this space with me."

"So who says I'm awake now? Maybe your tendencies are rubbing off on me."

Razer hummed in playful thought. "I think you're the one rubbing off on me right now." He laughed outright when Phoenix growled something dark, rolling over to face the other man and pushing his hand the rest of the way down, over his own swelling arousal. Once slightly hesitant fingers took the initiative, stroking him through the thin fabric of his sleep pants, Razer caught slightly pouting lips in a warm kiss. Then his own hand found that had-to-be aching cock, giving it a sure stroke that left Phoenix shuddering.

Together, they found a slow and easy rhythm, palming each other as they kissed. Nothing excessively hot and heavy, not even that fast. Just enough speed and pressure to make them both pant while shifting restlessly against each other. Phoenix give as good as he got, following by example the slide-rub-squeeze motions of Razer's hand seconds after the same was done to him. A couple of times, it even seemed like he'd push for more, to take what his body was already desperate for, but he never did more than moan, his hand shaking as he tried to maintain a steady rhythm. Everything about him was already tense with the attempt to hold back. Razer marveled at the self-restraint until the panting became edged with a desperate noise.

"Shh," he soothed when he pulled his hand away. He pushed his bed mate onto his back, one knee sliding between thighs that easily parted. Holding himself up on one arm, he let his lips wander freely over a flushed ear as his own hips rolled in response to the jerk of the ones under him, his other hand purposefully slipping under the elastic of Phoenix's shorts. The moment his fingers wrapped securely around that burning hot length, Phoenix both arched up into him and tried to drag him closer. One set of fingers dug into his shoulders while the other turned into a death grip on his hip.

"Razer-"

"Come for me," he purred, wasting no time in hurrying Phoenix in that direction with quick, firm strokes. "Take what you want so badly. Show me how much you need. Come for me, little red sparrow, and prove your worth in my bed."

It didn't take long for Phoenix to follow the entreaty, throbbing against Razer's hand as he released. Razer continued touching until the aftershocks calmed, only removing his hand once Phoenix had relaxed back into the bedding. He ignored the insistent ache between his own legs for a moment, far more interested in watching his partner come back to reality than dealing with his own body's bothersome issues. It took a satisfying number of minutes for Phoenix to draw one last heavy breath and open his eyes. He smiled sleepily.

"Good morning."

Razer smiled back. "Good morning." Then he rolled his hips, grinding against the hard muscle of Phoenix's thigh in a long, continuous motion. It didn't take long for Phoenix to get into the act. His hands eagerly latched onto Razer's hips, kneading and offering support. His leg shifted, tensed, providing a better line to ride against. The most erotic thing he did, however, was hold Razer's gaze while he moved. It was impossible to say why that of all things had Razer breathing harshly as arousal crawled up his spine, but it whipped his already heady desire into overdrive. He groaned, moving with force and urgency as orgasm approached. In the end, he meant to sit back and finish with his own hand, but Phoenix kept a firm hold on his hips, not allowing him to pull away. The small act of denial was enough to unravel him. Razer rode through his climax with a silent snarl, helpfully guided along by those wonderfully infuriating hands until movement became too much.

He drooped down, catching his breath with his head pressed to Phoenix's shoulder. His hips were finally released as Phoenix started caressing his back and sides, a subtle invitation to lie down fully. Razer took it unconsciously, his slowly relaxing muscles eventually leaving him curled solidly against his roommate's side, partially draped over the top of him in a comfortable tangle of limbs and bedsheets.

They remained like that until an idle movement reminded them of the mess they had made of their bedclothes. Razer reluctantly pulled away, freeing himself to the cold embrace of the room, though Phoenix wasn't far behind, rejoining with him under the hot spray of a shower a short time later. He was rather confused when he was once more greeted with a "good morning" and a mischievous grin up until his back hit the shower tiles. Then he decided that maybe Phoenix was right; his tendencies were rubbing off on the other.

***

Haven International Airport boasted the same topography, amenities, and populous as any other high-traffic, globe-spanning airport. The coffee was burnt and overpriced, the noise was a dull, caffeine-tired roar, and there wasn't much of interest on this side of the security scanners. It held the standard array of ticket booths, flight boards that constantly updated in outbound green and delayed red, and signs declaring what was or wasn't appropriate for travel via confined spaces, along with rows of seats along walls there were mostly ignored by incoming patrons, or otherwise overwhelmed by the luggage of overwhelmed travellers.

Unlike other terminals Razer had been in before, Haven International had actually put some thought into their receiving area. Set slightly to the side of the main exit, it allowed travelers to greet waiting loved ones without impeding those who simply wished to leave. There were fewer provided chairs, but they also weren't the same barely padded, injection molded plastic seen everywhere else. A large board on one wall updated arrival statuses and weather conditions without the annoying "Welcome to Our City" advertising usually seen. He was almost convinced the potted plants were real as well, except nothing could still be that green after that many cups of dumped coffee.

Razer drank his own cup of burnt water mostly because it was hot, not because it tasted good. He entrenched himself against a wall, idly sipping at the beverage as his eyes roamed from the arrival board to the windows, the art piece hanging across way to the floor. The flight bearing his sister was on time and would be arriving shortly, though with the time paradox inherent with airports, it already felt as if he'd been there for hoursand that each glance at the clock only slowed time more. But where he chose to wait patiently, Phoenix (who had been told repeatedly that he did not need to come) wandered the aimless wander of those trying to kill time. How many times it was possible to peruse the same six newspapers without lapsing into a mental funk seemed to be a personal mission for his roommate; a goal Razer left the other to without comment.

To be honest, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about Phoenix being there. The morning's ardor had slowly-yet-steadily given way to a creeping anxiety that did nothing to help with the movement of time. He prodded at the feeling while he scalded his tongue, spending half the time berating himself for letting this happen in the first place and the other half excited despite the continued dull throbbing of the scar on his side. There was nothing to do about any of it now except let it play out as it would, but he couldn’t seem to quell the what-ifs and should-haves that continued to batter at him.

"How long are you planning on sipping that same cup of coffee, mate? The swill here can't taste so good you want to savor the experience."

He eyed Phoenix as the other man flopped into a chair next to him, equally glad to be pulled from the vicious cycle of his thoughts and annoyed that he hadn’t noticed the other’s approach until he’d spoken. "At least I was kind enough to pay the poor soul at the counter for their time. How many periodicals did you read without paying for, hm?" More than he wanted to admit to, if the flush building under Phoenix's collar was any indication. Razer let the silence hang heavy as he finished his coffee. He then availed himself to a nearby water fountain, trying to rinse the bitter metallic aftertaste away.

A burst of people exiting the terminals proper greeted him as he retook his spot. Another anxious glace at the arrival board only confirmed that the flight had shown up, not where it might be in the many layered process of docking, unloading passengers and luggage, and getting ready to start all over again. Nerves suddenly griped him, rapidly blossoming into something very close to panic. This was wrong; everything was wrong. He shouldn't have invited Phoenix to stay with them, or at the least made him stay at their temporary apartment until everything else with his sister was settled. Shouldn’t have let the other man in at all, let alone this far into his life. There was nothing but misery and heartache waiting and he knew that. He knew that and still... Pain lanced sharp and hot through his side, strong enough that he had to press a hand to it and suck in a breath through his teeth. He saw Phoenix's worried look, saw him open his mouth, but it was not his voice that called his name.

"Razer!"

He turned automatically towards the hail, unable to deny it the attention it demanded. She materialized out of the throng of people, radiant and as welcomed as the sun through storm clouds. Razer felt the world shift a tiny bit to the right as she made a beeline towards him, emerald eyes bright and black braid bouncing in time to her quick steps. The backpack on her shoulder and violin case in her hand were half-dropped, half placed on the floor a step away before she jumped up into his arms. He hugged her tight, letting her weight and warmth ground him to the moment again. His panic slowly faded away as he breathed in the lavender and rosemary scent of her, holding as tightly to her as she to him as the relief of being together again settled in.

A squeeze and a kiss to his cheek signaled when she was ready to be put down. He returned the kiss to her forehead, letting her slide out of his arms. She’d grown taller again, he noted. Her head could now rest easily on his shoulder. Her heart-shaped face had taken on more of the angular lines prominent in their family, finally allowing her to grow into the arch of her nose. It was amusing to note how teenage vanity had finally caught up to her; the tinted lip gloss she wore was a shade off from flattering and her eyeliner heavy-handed. Most likely because both had been purchased and applied at one of the layover points. Something to talk about later. She was on the cusp of being a very handsome woman even if she would always be his baby sister.

He might have continued to count off the details if his concentration hadn’t been interrupted by a subtle cough for attention. The world fell out of sync for a second when he remembered Phoenix was with him. Given that the other was being exceedingly polite on the matter, and that his sister’s attention had already been drawn to this third person, all he could do was give himself another firm mental kick and begin introductions.

“Little mouse, may I introduce my roommate, Phoenix Aeron. Phoenix, my sister, Zelda.”

Phoenix snapped together a gentlemanly bow. “Miss Wulfengrad.”

“Herr Rot Sperling.” She grinned mischievously at Razer, who scowled slightly in return. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I see your charm has not be understated.”

“Well, that’s slightly disappointing,” Phoenix sighed with theatrical drama. “I had hoped to overwhelm you with my charm in an effort to learn exactly what ‘rot sperling’ means. I’m afraid I’ll have to be more devious now.”

If possible, Zelda’s grin got wider. “I like him, brother,” she said as she snuggled up against Razer’s arm. “Shall we, then? My bag is still going to be the last off the plane, but there is only the one and I am starving. I only have three weeks to eat all the junk food I wish, so get moving already.”

“Did they not feed you on the flight?” Razer asked.

“The offerings could not be considered food, let alone something edible. I am appalled that you would think I’d eat it.” Zelda took up her carry-on and unzipped the main pouch, proudly showing off the array of candy stuffed into it.

“My next question was going to be if you wanted to rest before or after helping with the shopping,” Razer said as he eyed the conglomeration, “but I can see that you will be fine for a few more hours yet.”

“Are those black currant Chewits?” Phoenix asked with a bit of longing, peering into the bag as well.

Zelda snapped the backpack closed, turning it away as if Phoenix had actually tried to snatch it. “To sup in Valhalla, one must earn the right through glorious combat,” she replied crisply.

Razer couldn’t decide which amused him more, his sister’s feigned hautiness or Phoenix’s puzzlement. He thought about explaining when the confused puppy look was shot his way, but ultimately decided against it. His roommate would learn soon enough. So he pretended not to notice the look, turning instead towards the baggage claim. Zelda fell into step with him easily, once more nuzzled against his arm. Phoenix had to skip-step to keep up at first before finding his stride with the rest of the group.

The luggage carousel had just started when they arrived. Despite her prognostication, the additional bag Zelda had checked arrived shortly there after, easily identifiable from the others by the brightly coloured flowers painted over the dark fabric. Phoenix rescued it from the conveyor belt, huffing slightly at the weight. Zelda made a quick inspection to assure everything had arrived safely before they headed out to the car and the real start of the holiday break.

***

Keeping a weathered eye on his sister as she looked over a nearby bookshelf labeled lending library, Razer idly wondered if giving her coffee was a prudent choice. God only knew how much sugar she had consumed during her flight. And even if she’d slept through some of the long hours on a plane, she had to be suffering from jet lag. Yet her energy and enthusiasm still seemed as boundless as when she’d walked off the plane. His initial plans of hurrying through grocery shopping so that she had time to settle into the apartment and sleep a bit before dinner had been thoroughly thwarted. Zelda had barely glanced at the room she would be occupying before coming into the kitchen area to bother him about going out again. Or at least that’s what it felt like; he hadn’t even gotten the groceries put away before she’d pounced on him like an over-excited kitten. Even with assurances that there was plenty of time to do whatever she wanted, she’d been insistent on going out again. As long as she had the energy, what difference did it really make? At least, that's the reasoning Razer hung on to when he'd agreed.

Even though most of the buildings were closed for the winter break, Razer walked her around the university campus, showing her what sights were left to be seen. In the ice-covered parking lot of the stadium, they spent another hour using his car to make loop-de-loops around the parking lot light poles, sliding and spinning in circles until even anyone watching would be dizzy. Full darkness had descended by then, leaving the houses in the university district all lit up in their holiday splender. They had cruised the neighborhood, looking at the lights and decorations, until the mention of dinner was brought up. Since he’d planned on bringing her to it anyway and the place was close, dinner had been taken at the small cafe Razer sometimes met Rayn at, which was conveniently located just off campus grounds. The fare might not have been more than wraps and salads, but the place was cozy, the food was filling, and the coffee happened to be the best in town. And after the atrocity of that afternoon’s airport coffee, Razer needed something better.

Zelda, on the other hand...

“You keep staring like that and people will start to think you’ve got a sister complex or something.”

Razer blinked at the bitter comment, refocusing on the person sitting across from him. Phoenix scowled at his own cup of coffee as if it had stolen something from him. It hadn’t escaped Razer’s notice that his roommate had slowly turned morose and withdrawn throughout the afternoon, tagging along with the day’s adventures more and more like a resentful puppy. Of course, it probably didn’t help that Zelda kept antagonizing Phoenix. She was much more freely affection than Razer ever would be, but even by her standards, she’d been excessive and grandiose in her displays. She also kept switching out of English, leaving Phoenix out of even the simplest of conversations. Razer had gently reminded her twice not to do that and then glared at the third transgression without answering. She had stared back innocently, but hadn’t stopped completely, either. If she got too excited, she jumped into French or German reflexively; a habit that wouldn’t earn any sympathy from Phoenix now that it had been abused.

Razer had already decided not to interfere further, however. The next three weeks would go more smoothly if Phoenix and Zelda decided to get along, for sure. He couldn’t even deny hoping they would find enough common ground to be more than simply tolerant of one another. It didn’t change the fact that push come to shove, Zelda held his loyalty and affection first. After all, she would be in his life far longer than Phoenix. And while a part of him ached at the thought, having his sister close at hand also made that truth more bearable as well. So he would make no promises nor entreaties for their good behaviour. They would have to work it out on their own, or not, because the outcome was already set in stone.

“You would deny me the company of someone I haven’t seen in six months?” Razer asked, keeping his voice neutral and low. Phoenix flinched, his posture changing from aggressive to defeated. Razer paused for a moment, considering his next comment, then added, “Contrary to what you might think, she does like you.”

Phoenix rolled his eyes with a small huff. “Likes me like most people like slugs.”

“Actually, I think you’re more in the bog frog area of slimy things.” He smiled when Phoenix glared at him. That glimpse, however, told him exactly how hard the other was taking the apparent rejection, which surprised him. “You’ve never had to fight this hard before, have you?”

Some of the tension slipped from Phoenix’s shoulders as he stared into the depth of his cup again. “Not that women are known to thrown themselves at me or anything, but no, I don't usually get run around like this. At least not after meeting on good terms. I mean, I thought we met on good terms; she seemed happy enough to greet me. Not like she was happy to see you, but still...” He rubbed his forehead like it hurt to think.

Understanding that feeling well, Razer offered his roommate an olive branch. “If you want to get her talking to you without remembering she’s supposed to be protecting my virtue, ask her about her video games. I know for a fact she smuggled a system into her luggage. If you offer to play with her, she might even hug you.”

Phoenix stared up at him from under the hand still pressed to his forehead. “Protecting your virtue?” he sputtered. “It that what this has been about?? She does know that you and I have... No. Nevermind." He took a long drink as if the coffee would be enough to quiet his thoughts. "Suddenly glad I never had siblings of my own. I might have had to kill them.”

“I’m sure there’s merits to both sides.”

They lapsed into silence again. From the way Phoenix continued to fidget, he apparently had more on his mind than Zelda’s scorn. Razer said nothing as he continued to drink his coffee. A short time late, Zelda rejoined them, her unflagging excitement finally starting to fail. She plopped into a chair next two Razer, promptly snuggling up against his shoulder.

“Does this mean you are ready to call it a day?” he asked when she politely stifled a yawn.

“No,” she replied, promptly covering an even larger yawn.

“I’m not carrying you to bed if you fall asleep before you get there.”

“Then I shall just have to use you as a pillow.”

“I think not, little mouse.” Razer shrugged his shoulder, rousing his sister from her spot. “There are still plenty of hours left to do all that you wish. Sleeping for a few will not take up that many.”

“There are never enough hours with you, brother,” Zelda said softly, kissing his cheek before standing.

No, there would never be enough hours, Razer conceded to himself later as he watched Phoenix try his charm on Zelda again as they left the cafe. Now that he had a place to start, Phoenix’s efforts bore better fruit, and soon both were engaged in the kind of animated conversation only kindred enthusiasts could have. Despite not being able to follow much of what was said, Razer found a sense of contentment in letting their voices wash over him, and an even deeper longing for the next three weeks to never end.

***

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To be continued.
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