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Perfect Dark	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 14905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Jak & Daxter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Here’s that second chapter I promised, yaoi goodness included! Hope you all enjoy. Special thanks to everyone who reviewed! You all make me feel so loved and appreciated and inspired and such…
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MasterJak: Yay for loveable Dark! Thanks muchly :3

Sione: I’m glad you think so. I absolutely didn’t want Dark to be the monster a lot of people seem to think he is. And the licky scene was one of my favorites. Thanks for reading!

Sili: Thanks for dropping in! I’m glad you like my stuff, amusing take on Dark Jak included. Sorry the updates are slow, though… *sweat* Employment and education. What can you do?

Sej: Thank you! :) Your enjoyment makes Robin a happy little birdie. We’ll see how long it takes for Dax to start seriously considering the situation “weird.”

killerfox: Uh… I’m not really sure what he wants the chocolate sauce for o.O;; Who knows what goes on in Dark’s twisted little mind. I like to *think* he wouldn’t see Dax as edible… at least in the violent sense…

wanderingaddict: Thanks. I think I had a little too much fun writing Dark Jak… oh, what do I care. He is awesome. I’d give him a kiss if he wouldn’t growl and wipe it off.

VeryNaughtyOttsel: I agree. Dark is a cool character just because he can be written convincingly several different ways, depending on the circumstances. I’m glad you like my take on him, and I hope this chapter lives up to your great expectations!
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Disclaimer: They are still not mine. Which is really too bad… I’d like a Dark Jak to guard my house at night. And damn it all! I just found out that Dark Tranquility is the name of a band >_< I don’t own this band I know nothing about, either. Obviously.
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     A thunderous crash jolted Daxter awake. Disoriented and terrified he immediately froze, not even daring to breathe, until a strongly muscled arm suddenly wrapped around him and crushed him against a hard chest that positively vibrated with the force of ferocious snarling. Relieved beyond measure, the redhead gulped a deep breath and sagged into the firm embrace, unthinkingly burying his face in worn blue fabric.
     Jak. Jak was still there. It was okay. No matter what it was that was happening, he was safe if Jak was with him.
     The ceiling, he thought dimly as he listened to his friend’s newest warning rumble and echo in the dark. The ceiling in the furnace room fell in. That’s gotta be it. No way it could stay up much longer in that kind’a bad shape.
     Breath still hitching and heart still pounding in his ears, Daxter tried his best to relax as he listened attentively to the last small crashes and crumbles two rooms over. Jak’s snarls were degenerating to softer, yet still incredibly intimidating, growls as he slowly realized that nothing big and scary was coming to get them and they were, for the moment at least, still out of danger. Dax snickered somewhat hysterically.
     “Don’t worry, buddy. Even I was kind’a scared that time! Good thing we’re all the way over here…”
     Dark Jak, half propped up on one arm in order to suspiciously scan the surroundings outside their little nest, seemed to agree. With a final growl that promised severe consequences to the next thing that startled him, he quieted and settled back onto the cushions.
     Well… Jak’s still eco-ed out, we’re still stuck, an’ no one’s come back fer us yet. Fan-friggin’-tastic. But… at least we ain’t dead.
     At last deeming himself sufficiently not freaked out, Daxter forced himself to loosen the fist he had unconsciously clenched in the front of his friend’s shirt. As he lay there willing his heart rate to slow and watching Jak’s ears swivel warily in the scant light of the guttering candles across the room, the redhead sighed.
     Not cool. Not cool at all. Damn it… I was sleepin’ pretty decent, too! It didn’t help matters that, now that he was awake, he could once again focus on how badly his shoulder hurt. Gotta not think about it. Gotta distract yerself, Daxxie! Think about somethin’ else… So he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. The situation vaguely reminded him of something…
     He could recall a night, a long time ago, when a summer squall had borne down on Sentinel Beach and loomed over Sandover Village under cover of darkness. He had been spending the night with Jak at his uncle’s house, he remembered, when the loudest clap of thunder he had ever heard had brought him, shrieking, awake. Almost at once, abandoning every scrap of his twelve-year-old pride, the shivering carrot top had scrambled out of his sleeping bag on the floor and into Jak’s bed.
     Daxter chuckled as he thought of the two of them huddling under the covers in Jak’s warm bed as the storm raged outside the little hut. The green-blonde had wrapped an arm around him then, too. They had stayed that way, how long he still didn’t know, until Jak’s uncle had come in to complain that Daxter’s scream (not the thunder) had disturbed his beauty rest and he was unable to get back to sleep. The old explorer had never even pretended to harbor any fondness for the noisy redhead his nephew insisted on hanging around with.
     The memory was soothing. Feeling almost completely relaxed again, Dax let go of his friend entirely and rolled onto his back in the soft towels and cushions. Jak would have none of it, though, and scooted closer to him to make up the difference. That arm was still around Daxter, as if determined to keep as little space as possible between them. The redhead allowed it when a pale chin came to rest on his chest and Jak rumbled inquisitively.
     It was really almost peaceful, there in the near-darkness, now that there didn’t seem to be any danger of getting crushed by tons of falling concrete. Dax absently twirled a loose thread from the mass of towels around one finger as he stared up at the flickering shadows that played across the ceiling. It was beyond nice to have Jak there, too. Since he had lost the fur, snuggle time with the hero had been nonexistent.
     “Ya know, pal, I…”
     Daxter paused, debated for half a moment before he eased one hand up and gently began to comb through the other’s somewhat tangled white hair. He debated a bit longer about letting his mouth finish the sentence it had started without his permission, but finally decided it couldn’t hurt. Jak probably couldn’t even understand him all that well at the moment, and almost assuredly wouldn’t remember the details of anything that was said now when he was finally back to normal. Reassured, Dax continued in a soft whisper.
     “I guess I just wanna say that I kind’a miss sleepin’ with ya sometimes. Like I used to when I was furry? I never got cold, that’s fer sure. Sometimes I almost think it’s too bad I can’t curl up on yer chest anymore an’ listen to ya breathe… listen ta yer heart beat…” He laughed quietly as Jak sighed contentedly, warm breath brushing the underside of his chin. “Okay, that sounded really weird. Sure am glad yer a little out of it right now or I’d never hear the end’a this!”
     Jak hummed and pushed his head harder against Daxter’s hand. Obligingly the redhead began to scratch lightly, trying not to laugh when he traced around the sharp black horns currently crowning his friend’s thick skull and Jak all but whined happily. Though he knew he probably shouldn’t, he continued to talk.
     “This has been buggin’ me fer a while, I guess. A lot’a stuff has. I wanted ta say thanks fer always stickin’ by me, too. Yer such a great pal, big guy. I’m always gettin’ ya in trouble… always have… but ya never leave me alone.” Dax meant every word he was saying, too, but wouldn’t risk his manly image telling the other all this when he was entirely coherent.
     You ought’a stop, he warned himself. You better shut up now or you’ll just yap an’ yap an’—
     But he was already on a roll. He might never get another such embarrassment-free opportunity. Besides, he would much rather spill his guts to his best friend now while they were there all alone than have the sentiments surface later when he got drunk and get babbled to Jak plus half a room full of strangers.
     Both of Daxter’s hands were buried in the hero’s hair now, scratching and petting through the long alabaster strands. Jak was making that purring noise that Dax had fallen asleep to earlier. Black eyes shut in apparent bliss, he had turned his head and was rubbing his cheek insistently against the redhead’s chest as if afraid that the caresses would suddenly cease.
     “It’s just… The whole world an’ everybody in it can think I’m nothin’ but an annoying little moron,” Daxter whispered, grinning faintly despite the all-too-familiar sting the thought evoked, “an’ yer awesome, an’ yer still right there bein’ my best friend. That’s why I never let it get me down. Thanks, Jak.”
     There. That really was everything he wanted to say. But now his chest hurt. Not because of Jak’s insistent nudging, but from somewhere inside. Trying to distract himself from the unexpected ache and the sudden urge to latch onto Jak in as tight a hug as he could manage and not let go, Dax redoubled his efforts and continued to scratch/pet his friend while Jak still appreciated the contact.
     Around the horns, through his hair, under his chin, behind his ears; everywhere the redhead could reach. Jak’s purr sounds became louder than ever, and Daxter chanced a glance down at him.
     The hero had, for lack of a better term, melted. He was nearly whimpering now, limply draped across both the cushions and his friend, head still pillowed on Dax’s narrow chest. Every few seconds his hands would contract sharply, apparently without his conscious control, claws plucking restlessly at the cushions and Daxter’s torn shirt. “Mmmrrrrrr…”
     Dax laughed. He couldn’t help it. Jak had never, ever been touchy-feely to any degree, and now here he was, the would-be savior of two worlds, wriggling like a pampered ottsel under the attention being lavished on him. Daxter almost expected his tongue to loll out and his leg to start kicking. The redhead grinned madly as he moved to scratch through the soft hair at the back of his friend’s neck and down, under the collar of his shirt.
     “I think ya like this,” he cackled as Jak began to squirm in earnest, the purring almost obnoxiously loud. “I think ya really like ticklin’ an’ wrestling an’ all that crap—yer just too stubborn ta say it!”
     Daxter never saw the lunge coming. He had occupied himself mercilessly playing with the tips of Jak’s ears, reveling in every sound and movement he could coax from the normally oh-so-stoic hero, when Jak suddenly pounced. Surging forward abruptly he landed on the redhead with enough force to knock the air from smaller lungs, effortlessly pinning Daxter to the floor.
     For one horrifying moment Dax thought he was being attacked. He had overstepped, he had annoyed Jak with all the pawing and made him angry. He took a rapid breath to scream in fear as a mouth full of sharp teeth descended toward his neck—and then immediately released that breath on a ragged gasp when, not fangs, but a warm tongue met his skin. Unfathomably relieved, he went limp under his friend.
     Okay… he’s not mad… he’s just playin’… it’s okay… Panting as if he had just run a marathon with a herd of choleric metalheads behind him, Daxter shakily reached up and grabbed Jak by the horns.
     “Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” he threatened, using his hold to jerk the pale one’s head up and down. “Ya nearly gave me a heart attack! Yeesh, at least warn a guy when yer gonna do somethin’ like that!”
     Jak had yet to stop purring. He easily broke Daxter’s hold on him with one quick toss of his head and returned to more important matters: namely, licking every centimeter of the redhead’s neck and face that he possibly could despite the squeals and kicks and loud protests the action earned him.
     “Jak, get off!” Dax demanded on a stifled laugh, trying in vain to squirm out from under his much heavier friend. He knew he was giggling like an idiot, but even though what Jak was doing was disgusting it tickled, damn it! Jak knew it, too, if the amused grumbles and playful growls he was making were any indication. “Stop! That’s sooo nasty! Ha-haha!!” He tried to turn his head away and tuck his chin down against one shoulder so Jak couldn’t nuzzle under it, but it was a losing battle.
     Why the hell does he keep licking me?! Do I taste good or somethin’? Daxter tried to kick himself loose but, par for the course, failed. This is weird, this is so weird—so why’s it sort’a fun?
     Jak took his time tormenting his helpless prey, adding light, tickling nips to the licks until Daxter was nearly screaming with laughter. Too weak from the exertion to fight back, the redhead finally gave in to the inevitable and stopped struggling. He lay there gasping for breath, Jak’s clawed hands pinning thin wrists on either side of his head, until finally—
     “Oww!”
     Jak immediately backed off, ears drooping contritely as Daxter hissed in pain.
     Dax grumbled to himself, shifting uncomfortably. His injured shoulder had been jostled. Well, it was his fault, really, for provoking Jak into a tickle attack when he himself didn’t feel up to it. Maybe he could just ignore how much it hurt…
     “Rrrr?” Hesitantly, Jak leaned closer.
     The redhead sighed deeply as his friend once more began to lick, ready to shove him off once and for all. But… this time, it was different. Carefully the dark hero nudged past the loose collar of Daxter’s shirt and gently applied his tongue to the tender, already bruising skin.
     “Jak, I’ll admit you’ve done some odd things since I’ve known ya—” Dax immediately pictured him six years old, eyes crossed, tongue out, and a crayon up each nostril “—but this takes the cake.”
     Jak failed to be concerned by the statement. He just licked… and purred lightly… and licked some more.
     The attention didn’t hurt. It almost felt good, actually. So, against his better judgment, Daxter finally decided to let his friend do as he pleased. Unconsciously the redhead relaxed. Jak had long since released his hands, but he left them curled slightly over his head. Moving really was more trouble than it was worth. As Jak slowly moved from pale, freckle-smattered shoulder to delicate collarbone to the juncture where neck and shoulder met, Dax could feel his eyes fluttering closed.
     Mmm… screw it. He’s not gonna remember this anyway. An’ if he does remember it he can just blame himself, ‘cause this was all his dark-eco-trippy idea. Yeah, that’s right, this is aaall Jak’s fault… He conveniently overlooked the small fact that he was no longer hating what was happening, as… unconventional as it was. Hell, he was even beginning to enjoy it. Human contact was human contact, after all, and touch of any kind was not something that Daxter could boast on getting a lot of lately.
     “On a scale of one ta ten,” he wondered out loud to the ceiling, “how pathetic do I look right now, lettin’ my best friend do somethin’ weird like this just ‘cause I wish I was still small an’ furry enough ta be cuddled once in a while?”
     Hands down, that had been the worst part of returning to the shape he had held pre-dark eco encounter. Realizing that he would have to sleep alone in his own bed was bearable, as by default he got the bunk right above Jak. But realizing that a steady stream of petting and chin scratching would no longer be headed his way now that he didn’t look like Orange Lightning was… something else. Daxter had never noticed before, but it seemed like everyone had some sort of invisible bubble around them that non-furry people were not allowed past. Even the way Tess flirted with him was different.
     Aaand, we’re not thinking about that. If he pretended that he wasn’t blushing in the semi-darkness, who could prove otherwise? When Jak nudged insistently at his chin, demanding that he turn his head, Dax did so immediately just to distract himself from any busty blonde bartender-related thoughts.
     He had assumed it would be simple. That they would continue the happy routine they had built while he was ottsel. However, assumption and reality were somewhat different. Instead of the happy smooching and cuddling he had once imagined, now there was virtually nothing going on between them. As a matter of fact, they had only ever even kissed once. That one time had embarrassed him and amused her, which had embarrassed him further.
     Damn it… not thinkin’ about it, I said! We’re spending time with JAK right now. Of course it’s really really weird time with Jak, but sti—“Meep!”
     The sudden squeak was wrangled from Daxter’s throat by force, a perfect counterpoint to Jak’s rumbling growls of laughter.
     There was a small spot just to one side of the redhead’s neck that, when brushed, made him instinctively shiver and twitch. Only one time in their childhood had Jak found it, ruthlessly exploited it with tickling blades of long grass, and then generously pretended to forget about its existence. Now it appeared he had rediscovered that spot.
     Dax panicked. “Jak, stop it, don’t you even think—”
     But it was too late. Without warning the pale hero closed his mouth over Daxter’s throat, fangs brushing the sensitive skin oh-so-delicately. Firmly pinned by the heavier body above him the redhead could only shudder and jerk helplessly as an almost electric tingle shot down his spine.
     Holy… In a daze, he blinked up at a smugly smirking Jak. Is it just me, or did that never feel good before…?
     This time Daxter didn’t even try to get away. He had even forgotten to question Jak’s dark eco-influenced motives. He simply laid there, fingers clenched in the towels beneath them, twisting and squeaking under his friend as sharp teeth and warm tongue alternately stirred him up only to soothe him again. Fangs that could rip out his throat without a hint of difficulty merely scraped and teased, never once marking the creamy skin. Against all odds, it felt absolutely fantastic.
     This new form of not-quite torture only lasted a short while, though, before Dax very suddenly noticed something incredibly alarming. As Jak nipped and laved at his neck he was arching up into Jak, arms around his neck to hug him tightly. Trying to get closer. Smiling stupidly and humming in pleasure. He was enjoying himself entirely too much.
     Blue eyes widened to their limit. Oh hell no… I am not getting turned on by this! Immediately he tried to sit up, hands flying to Jak’s broad shoulders to push the hero back. “Okay, whoa! We’re done here—knock it off!”
     Jak seemed startled by the abrupt mood swing. He glanced up at Daxter, shiny black eyes questioning. “Rrr?”
     “You heard me, I said no! No more!” The redhead sat back, panting and blushing furiously as he tried to glare at his friend and failed. “Geeze… what were ya thinkin’ doing somethin’ like that? I don’t care if yer brain’s swimmin’ in eco, sometimes ya gotta know when ta keep yer hands, mouth, an’ other body parts ta yerself!”
     Jak didn’t look convinced. He was eyeing Daxter strangely as he inched closer once again.
     “Jak, no. That’s bad. Bad! No touchy! No!” The words had zero effect, not that he had really expected them to. In seconds the redhead found himself flat on his back again, Jak’s curious face hovering mere centimeters from his own. Somehow Dax managed to reign in the impulse to blow sharply in the other’s face and make him shake his head. “Ass.”
     The hero pressed their cheeks together momentarily, seeming amused by the fact that Daxter’s was so hot. Only one lick was delivered to the flushed skin, though, before Jak was moving again. Aiming a stray nip at one equally red ear, he began to move down the redhead’s body, sniffing and nuzzling as he went.
     “Hey! No!” Daxter struggled wildly, but to no avail; Jak easily grabbed both the redhead’s flailing hands in one of his larger ones. “Jak, please! Lemme go, big guy, okay?”
     “Prrrrr….” Nip, nip, snuggle.
     Well, so much for pleading his way out. Dax was sweating nervously as his captor brushed and nudged down his chest, and was getting downright scared by the time Jak passed his ticklish stomach. Aah, what the hell is he doing now…? Oh, Precursors, this is so embarrassing! Wait, I know, maybe he’ll be too eco-stupid ta figure out what’s goin’ on. Yeah, that’s it, I’ll—
     He bit back a frantic squeal as Jak moved even lower, kicking out as hard as he could in one last-ditch effort to escape the inevitable. Jak caught his ankle, though, as expected. Dax should have known better than to even try; he had never won a wrestling match against the big lug. Now he was well and truly pinned again, unable to move as Jak examined the effect all that close, snuggly, licky contact had had on him.
     The purring stopped immediately.
     “Well I hope yer happy, genius.” Was it possible to melt from sheer embarrassment? Daxter thought it might be. He kept his eyes closed as tightly as possible, listening to the blood pound in his ears. “I swear by all that’s good an’ holy, if you ever mention this again I’ll—”
     A low growl stopped the threat short. He definitely didn’t like the sound of that… As best he could, Daxter propped himself up and, bracing for the worst, looked down. All the blood immediately drained from his face as he stared at what was possibly the scariest thing he had ever seen.
     Jak had his mouth slightly open, fangs bared, eyes a darker black than ever as he stared right back. And he was hovering right over the obvious bulge in Daxter’s pants.
     The redhead honestly thought he might faint at the sight. All at once he was hyperaware of the sharply clawed hands firmly clamped around his wrists and ankle. Oh, sweet gods. He’s sooo pissed off. Stupid body, gettin’ off on yer best friend, stupid, stupid—!
     Oddly, though, a sudden surge of anger at the thought that he was to blame for this colossal mess abruptly overrode both his fear and his common sense. He positively glared at Jak. “Well I don’t know why yer mad at me, idiot! You started all this, so it’s not my fau—aaah!”
     A firm nip at the inside of his thigh was more than enough to shut him up again. It was absolutely impossible to think of a worse place to be bitten.
     However, Jak wasn’t biting. Far from it. As Dax watched with bated breath, silently dreading what was about to happen, the eco-transfigured hero leaned forward and… nuzzled his face against the proof of Daxter’s excitement.
     In the back of his mind, the redhead thought he ought to be shocked. Or angry. Or somehow offended, at the very least. But in reality all he could do was blink stupidly as Jak suddenly flashed him another of those wide, toothy smirks. Slowly Daxter relaxed, letting out the tense breath he had been holding. Of course. Jak was joking with him again. Just a joke. The relief in the room was palpable as he tried to laugh it off and, to his credit, managed a shaky giggle.
     “Alright, yeah, I get it. You’re laughin’ at me. Yer best friend’s humiliated all ta hell. Are ya satisfied now?” And more importantly, would he care to move away from the redhead’s crotch before he made the problem worse? Now that he was reasonably confident none of his more important… er, equipment was in danger of being mangled, things were looking up in more ways than one. Discreetly, he gave Jak a nudge with one knee. “Uh, buddy? Lemme up now?”
     Jak seemed to be considering the request, a calculating look in his eye. After a moment, though, he released Daxter’s hands and foot. With one last teasing rub of his pale cheek to areas that made the redhead jump and gasp involuntarily, he stretched and moved back toward his original resting place.
     Oookay. This is a good thing. Maybe he’ll go back to sleep…? I think we’ve had enough playin’ around fer one night.
     And it certainly had been a strange night. He had gone from fearing for his life, to feeling warm and secure, to fearing for his life, to feeling nostalgic, to fearing for his life, to laughing his head off, to fearing for his manhood. If he could just get comfortable, another round of soothing sleep sounded very appealing.
     Daxter was blissfully unaware. Lost in happy thoughts of impending sleep, rescue in the morning (his internal clock told him without the need of windows or any other timepiece that it was indeed the middle of the night) and Jak’s return to non-startling normalcy, it didn’t even register at first that Jak was not moving to his side. He stared absently at the ceiling… until a dark shadow blocked out the dim, flickering light.
     “Jak—?”
     Before Daxter could even begin to form the question a huge, heavy form that absolutely radiated warmth flopped unceremoniously on top of him. In an instant, as a hot, wet tongue once more swiped playfully at his face, the dumbfounded redhead realized two very important things.
     It was very, clearly, obviously aroused. And it was purring.

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To Be Concluded…

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(2^nd)AN: Oh, goodness. So here’s the big question: was Jak simply aroused by Dax’s accidental arousal, or was getting Dax aroused our dark eco bad-boy’s goal all along? At this point, even I don’t know the answer. I guess we’ll find out next time! One more chapter to go.

Now, some outtakes. Just for you.

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Dax: *giggle!*squeal!* (squirm) // Why the hell does he keep licking me?! Do I taste good or somethin’?//

Dark: (many, many licks) //Why… oh why… isn’t there any chocolate sauce?//

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Dax: (blushing glare) “I swear by all that’s good an’ holy, if you *ever* mention this again I’ll—”

Dark: *smirk* //Oh, trust me, I won’t say a word… as long as you don’t tell anyone what I’m about to do to you.//

Dax: …….

Dark: Prrrrr. //It’s our little secret, sweet cheeks.//

Dax: (ears droop) I’m about to be raped, aren’t I.

Dark: //Smart boy.// *pounce!*

Dax: *SHRIEK~!!!*

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