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Sparkle and Shine	By : sillyneko345 Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 5488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the game this story is based on (Jak & Daxter) nor do I make any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Gleam
- 2-Glimmer
- 3-Glow
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AN: Time for more Light Jak lovin’! Also, here’s a super-duper shout out to Amaronith, who keeps me company while I write, keeps me motivated, provides helpful feedback, and bounces so many ideas back and forth with me that the plottsels will never diminish. Thanks Amaronith! *hugs!*

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GoodMorningBeautiful2005: Much obliged for the virtual cookies! I’m glad it was finally time to write this story, too.

Tainted_Emerald: Thanks very much. Ignoring Keira in this one just wasn’t viable, yeah. Dax really does care quite a lot for Jak’s feelings, even if he might not show it all the time.

Reva: I know, I’m horrible for starting a new fic already. But the ATG epilogue is done! So I don’t feel too guilty.

Grimreaperchibi: These two totally do need to get their acts together. Let’s see if they can be poked in the right direction.

Kuromei: Light Jak lovin’ will indeed be different from Dark Jak, on a couple levels. Light, for one, has a little bit better notion of romance than Dark, haha. But Jak still adores his little redhead the same no matter what form he takes!

CrabRangoonMonster: You are more than welcome to make a Light Jak tree topper. The more Jak lulz, the better!

Blabla: Thanks! Here’s some more fic for ya.

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Characters: Still belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.

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Daxter’s eyes widened to huge proportions as that soft, blue glow took up his field of vision and Jak’s lips met his. His hand came up automatically to rest against Jak’s cheek as he was kissed, soft and slow.

Hold. The. Phone.

When they kissed it was rough, quick, and hungry. It was “take my mind off the world before I rip-slash-blow something apart.” It was not gentle, unhurried, or tender. It was not “let’s star in our own romance novel.” But this…?

“J-jak?” he stammered, pulling back the smallest bit.

“Hmm?” Gentle hands moved to cup Daxter’s face, thumbs stroking his cheekbones.

“What’re you doing?” His voice was a pitiful squeak.

Rather than answer, Jak kissed him deeper. There was more tongue, but he kept the same leisurely, methodic pace. Strong arms came up to curl around Daxter’s waist and pull him against Jak’s body. Time seemed to drag. When he finally let up with a parting lick and a nibble to Daxter’s very tingly and well-kissed lower lip, the redhead was bordering on breathless.

“Wow…”

Jak smiled, wide and sincere. Then he looked back over his shoulder and nodded his head at the bed he had just built. This time the invitation was more than obvious.

Unfair. Daxter stared, his wrist held in Jak’s easy grip. This was so unfair. How could Jak do this to him?

Light eco on the brain, of course. Just as Jak would never have jumped Daxter’s bones for the first time if not for the brain-muddling influence of dark eco, he would never treat his little partner like a lover now if he weren’t high on the opposite kind of energy. It made perfect sense.

Then, why did he want to cry?

“Jak, you idiot,” Daxter sniffled, trying to blink away the threatening tears welling up in his eyes. “Didn’t yer parents ever teach ya not ta tease people like this?”

Parents. A father.

Both being orphans had strengthened their bond as children, given them each other to turn to when there was no one else. But Jak had a dad now. A dad and a girl and a real gods-damned family, and there wasn’t any place for Daxter beside him anymore. Maybe as a pet he would have at least been allowed to sleep at the foot of the bed sometimes after Jak got married…

He couldn’t help it. He started to cry.

Jak made a soft, concerned sound and lifted his hand to brush at the tears.

Daxter smacked the hand away, slightly mortified. “L-leave it. You don’t even know what the h-hell you’re doin’ right now, anyway.” He really hoped Jak wouldn’t remember this when he came to his senses.

Jak frowned, but didn’t move away. Instead he reached out to gather Dax in, hug him close once more. The hero being built like a brick wall, Daxter had no chance whatsoever of getting away when Jak took it into his mind to cuddle him. And rub his back. And press little kisses in his hair.

Daxter cried harder and stopped the useless efforts to struggle. He went limp against Jak instead, fists clenching in the front of that worn tunic. Fighting was too hard, especially when he didn’t want to fight in the first place. Not really.

Just give in, some traitorous part of him suggested, echoing all the old reasons he had given in to that first advance from Dark Jak so many months ago and adding some new ones to the mix. He might never want to touch you again after this. Might as well let him do it while he still wants to. Take what ya can, one last time.

The redhead let out a soft squeak as Jak bent and hooked an arm behind his legs, easily hoisting him off the ground. He twisted his hands in Jak’s scarf as the hero paused, perhaps making sure that the recipient of his attentions wasn’t going to try to fight and perhaps be dropped.

“I don’t care,” Dax muttered petulantly, one tear-streaked cheek against a broad shoulder. “Do whatever. Whatever the hell ya want. It doesn’t matter.”

Jak seemed to waver. He stood still, just holding Daxter, maybe not sure what to do with the new information. After a moment, though, he squeezed the sniffling form in his arms and dropped another kiss on his mouth. Everything would be alright, it seemed to say.

Though Daxter didn’t believe an unspoken word of it, he kept any acidic replies he might have made to himself. If Jak wanted to pretend that everything was fine and dandy for one more night, then okay. He could do that. He could do that, so he tried to turn off the waterworks as Jak slowly carried him back to the bed pallet in the corner.

Jak knelt on the blankets, still cradling Daxter, and kissed him yet again. This was getting embarrassing, and Dax was about to demand to be put down when Jak did it on his own. He was gently deposited on the pallet, which was thicker and softer than Dax would have given it credit for from across the cave. He let his hand run over the fur of the pelt Jak had thrown atop the pile.

“Aside from wondering what poor critter this belonged to, I like yer nest, Jak. Good job.” He almost smiled through his sniffles.

Jak smiled brilliantly and threw his arms around Daxter in a hug that knocked him backwards with a startled “oof!” Luckily, his head landed on one of the blankets that had been rolled into a pillow. Jak stretched out beside him, his wings floating serenely behind, and began to pet Daxter’s cheek.

“Ya know what? You’re not foolin’ anybody, Jak. There’s no difference between you in yer crazy eco forms. You tackle me when you’re Dark, you tackle me when you’re Light, and either way you have a problem keepin’ yer hands ta yerself!”

Who, me? Jak blinked innocently as his fingers trailed down the side of Daxter’s neck, dragging the collar of his shirt long with it to stroke pale skin.

Daxter shuddered as that spot on his neck was tickled ever so lightly. That was just a low blow. If Jak was going to sex him up, he didn’t have to draw it out. Aside from his first encounter with Jak on dark eco, they never drew sex out. They rarely had time. Hey, you want to? Yes. Right now. Kitchen, hallway, closet, bed if they were lucky. Exhausted. Sore. Sleep. Cuddles, while sleeping. Teddy bear factor. Woke up and walked away less stressed—again, if they were lucky. That was sex between Jak and Daxter.

Oh, the redhead harbored fantasies, of course. He dreamed of hour-long make-outs that didn’t necessarily go anywhere. Shared bubble baths and dinners by candlelight. Big hotel rooms in Haven City that actually didn’t have a vermin problem, and did have giant, soft beds with down pillows and blankets with no holes. But that’s all they were. Fantasies. Until recently there wasn’t room in their lives for an hour of anything frivolous, let alone kissing. Spargus didn’t have a hotel, or anywhere you could get a romantic dinner that Daxter knew of.

Though, he did have to admit… “It’s kinda romantic up here, isn’t it Jakkie-boy? We have a nice soft place ta lay. We’re all alone. We even have atmosphere lighting—provided by you, an’ that’s a little weird, but I’m not picky.”

It might not exactly match his fantasies, but hey. Daxter was a flexible guy. He was used to making due with second best, or third best, or the bottom of the barrel. He’d take what he could get. And what he could get, if he played his cards right, was a little semblance of romance with Jak before the fun came to an end for good. If there was going to be sex either way, it might as well be a little slower and softer than usual. Light Jak certainly seemed willing.

Jak tilted his head curiously, smiling at Daxter’s smile. He seemed glad just to see the redhead in a better mood.

“Sorry I got all bent up on ya, big guy. You can go slow if you wanna. I don’t mind. In fact, now that I think about it, I think it’s a great idea.”

Daxter realized that Jak was going to do whatever the hell Jak wanted, and it seemed Jak had wanted to be gentle with him from the beginning that night. Still, it made him feel better to pretend that he had control of the matter. He tipped his head back obligingly as Jak tugged again at his collar, letting the glowing hero begin to unbutton.

Button, button, button, and the vest was open. Jak’s big hand traced over his chest through the shirt underneath. Dax relaxed with a sigh. Fingers tapped his sternum lightly, and he sat up to weasel out of the clothing. He got vest and shirt off and Jak was moving on to the ties of his pants when Daxter discovered the first hurdle of bedroom fun with his light eco-junkie friend.

“Uh, Jak? Yer shirt is never gonna fit over those wings.”

Jak glanced over his shoulder in surprise. Yep. There was no way. The tangled mess they would most likely wind up in didn’t bear thinking about. Philosophically the hero shrugged. Oh, well. It was possible to do this with a shirt on. He smiled down at Daxter and patted his side reassuringly.

“Oh, yeah, me naked and you with yer clothes still on. What is this, a quickie?” Dax groused. He tugged at Jak’s headscarf. “At least take this off. And the goggles. And ditch the armor.”

Jak chuckled almost soundlessly as Daxter pulled off his scarf and goggles, and messed his hair up in the process. It was shorter now than when they had left Haven, though, and could easily be ruffled back into place. The goggles were set aside very carefully while Jak unstrapped his eco ring and the tough, ribbed plating that protected his torso. Dax took it upon himself to pull Jak’s shoulder guard off and tuck it next to the goggles. He would always have a fondness for that thing, even if he didn’t understand why Jak still wore it when there was no one to stand on it now. If Jak ever made like he was going to get rid of it, Daxter wanted it.

“Keep goin’. Pants off.”

Jak shooed his grabby hands away with a mischievous smirk. He scanned Dax up and down, seeming to decide on something. Then he motioned the redhead to turn around.

“This is not undressed enough, Jak,” Dax grumbled as insistent hands on his shoulders gave him a little nudge in the right direction. “Okay, okay, I’m doin’ it. Sheesh.” He didn’t know what he was doing, exactly, as he sat down cross-legged on the blankets facing away from Jak. Who knew what went on in that eco-drowned brain?

When those same insistent hands on his shoulders began to knead and rub, Daxter had to gasp softly. Okay, now he knew what Jak was thinking. Jak knelt behind him, thumbs digging into the base of his neck, and Dax let out an unsteady breath.

“Uh, w-wow, big guy… that feels real good. Now I see why you like it so much.”

The first time Daxter had given Jak a shoulder rub it had been unsolicited and very tentative. The green-blonde had seemed so tense and miserable that Dax just had to creep over and give loosening him up a try. Jak hadn’t exactly protested. The experience had ended quite pleasantly, Dax thought—with Jak moaning unabashedly in a way that made the redhead want to hump him like an ottsel in heat. Oh, and everything from his neck to his ass no longer hurt, too. That was always good. From then on he did it whenever Jak seemed to be tensing up so badly that the pain was literally crippling. It took a while, as Daxter’s hand strength wasn’t the most stellar and the knots in Jak’s shoulders could have been steel bearings in disguise, but he was nothing if not persistent. Jak usually wound up asleep and drooling into a pillow while Dax snuck away to relieve a little stress of his own, proud of a job well done.

“Ooh, Jak. Riiiight there. Harder? Ah! Yeah, just like that.” He leaned forward to give Jak better access to his neck, eyes sliding shut in pleasure. “Damn! How come I never made ya do this before?”

Jak chuckled behind him and landed a soft kiss on the side of his neck.

Daxter squirmed happily. He could get used to this. Except, he couldn’t. The mental reminder was like a bucket of ice water to the face. He straightened up quickly and turned to glance at Jak with a frown. “So are we gonna have sex or not?”

With a huff, Jak turned him back around. Be patient! This time, though, when the hands returned they tipped the redhead over easily, sideways onto the makeshift bed.

“Hey!” The admonition died in his throat when he felt Jak looming over him from behind. Daxter gulped, his mouth going dry as his larger friend straddled his waist and clamped his knees on either side of the redhead’s ribs. “Jak? What’re you—ah!”

Pressure on his shoulders and upper back. Heat flowing into his muscles followed shortly behind. This was no mere shoulder rub. This was an out-and-out massage. And Jak seemed determined not to let him weasel away from it. He hummed with smug satisfaction as Daxter squirmed futilely under him.

His hands are so big! Dax marveled with the little sense he had left as he was mercilessly kneaded into quietly whimpering putty. Jak’s mitts could almost span the entire width of his shoulders. It was like he was an ottsel all over again, purring under an unexpected caress. Except this time, there was the delicious feeling of warmth and friction of bare skin on skin. Daxter’s own hands clenched in the fur of the pelt as he gritted his teeth against a full-on moan. This. Was. Amazing.

“Gods, Jak! If we weren’t already screwin’ around I would totally suck you off fer this!”

There was a quiet laugh as Jak shifted back, moving until he straddled the redhead’s thighs. His hands followed him down Daxter’s back, strokes long and smooth and firm against pale skin.

Daxter couldn’t help lifting his hips the slightest bit when he felt Jak move. Jak rocked forward in answer, petting the sides of those slim hips right where the waistband of his pants fell. Dax sucked in a breath at the feel of the hard bulge against his upturned rear. So Jak really was enjoying this as much as he was. Thank the Precursors!

“Lemme get my pants off, big guy,” he muttered, raising himself on his arms. A foggy idea was beginning to form.

It took a second for Daxter to register that he was being held in place. It took another few seconds for him to realize that Jak’s hands were still calmly rubbing his lower back, and his arms seemed to be tangled in something elastic. A glance down made him jump and gasp reflexively.

“Dammit, Jak, don’t surprise me like that! Jeez.”

Two of the thickest tendrils of the hero’s wings had snaked down and come up behind Dax to wrap almost lovingly around his elbows and upper arms. Jak grinned a wide, cheeky, glowing grin. Then his wings gave a flip and Daxter was abruptly back on his stomach, his arms tugged out from under him.

“Oh, come on! I get what yer tryin’ to do, here, but I’m so hard it freakin’ hurts! Let me up! Happy back rub time is done fer today. That’s one thing we still might be able ta get away with when you an’ Keira get it back together.” His ears pinned back somewhat sourly. “Fer now let’s get a little more physical, huh, big guy?”

Daxter chanced a look back at Jak as he flexed his arms to test the wing-tendrils’ hold. They were on tight, though, and didn’t budge as they held his arms out in front of him. And the look on Jak’s face was far from encouraging, amused and slightly smug. Oh, hell.

Jak went back to his rubdown with a vengeance, ignoring the redhead’s whines and curses and bargains for freedom. His wings kept Daxter pinned down in front while his hands worked their magic on his lower back. He even went so far as to pull his partner’s pants down—just past the curve of his backside, so he could knead and massage the area better.

“You sorry son of a bitch!” Daxter yowled, unable to so much as take a swing. “Shit, that feels good! More! You know what kind of more, Jak!”

But Jak didn’t budge as he worked the smaller boy into a writhing mess, all without so much as hinting that he might be about to heed the increasingly urgent pleas for some attention to their arousals.

Every strong pass of hands over his ass and upper thighs pressed Daxter’s aching erection into the fur atop the blankets. When fingers ghosted down his spine and trailed lightly along his crack, it was enough to make him bury his face in a rolled up blanket and scream in frustration. “Precursors, Jak, just fuckin’ fuck me already! Be merciful, fer gods’ sake!”

Jak froze.

Hopeful, Daxter lifted his head and looked back. Jak was staring at him intently, ears at full salute. His hands hovered, cupped over the redhead’s ass. Oh, yeah. He had glow-boy’s attention.

“That’s right, Jak,” he cajoled, trying hard to sound sweet and seductive as he shifted his rear under those big hands. “Don’t ya think that’d be fun? Don’t ya think that’d feel good? We could go all the way, right here, right now.”

And why not? This was likely to be their last time doing anything of a sexual nature. That part of their friendship might as well end with a bang. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been fantasizing about Jak throwing him over their damn washing machine and boffing him stupid for at least a month.

Now that they were treading new waters, Jak seemed to have lost his playfully teasing front. His wings uncoiled from around Daxter’s arms. When Dax rolled to face him he looked willing, certainly, but still hesitant. There was a question in those glowing white eyes as he petted his friend’s leg.

“What’s wrong, Jak? All we need is somethin’ slippery.”

Jak’s ears swiveled. But what?

“Hmm.” Daxter scanned the cave. There had to be something they could use. He was this close to having Jak for his own in every way; he wouldn’t give up now just for lack of lube. Finally he spotted the clay vessels against the wall. “Alright, Jak, I know what we’ll use. Go get that jar over there, okay? The little one with the zigzags on the paint.”

While Jak did as he was asked, Daxter took off his boots, kicked out of his pants, and shivered in the dim chill. Jak’s returning glow brightened the whole corner, and the redhead smiled at the quizzical look he was getting.

“What does that stuff look like ta you?”

Jak lifted the lid and rubbed some of the thick liquid inside between his fingers. His ears went up in recognition.

“I thought so. It’s that healing salve the Precursor Monks use, isn’t it? It smells just like the stuff they slathered all over us after that one Metal Head melee when we got all scratched up. That ought’a work, right, fer…? Y’know. I don’t think it stung or numbed or anything like that.”

The hero nodded, wings floating behind him as he sat back down on the blanket and set the jar aside. He sent Daxter an amused look.

The redhead grinned. “What? You really expected me not ta be curious enough ta look in those jars when we got here? There might’a been orbs in there!”

No amount of orbs could be worth Jak’s warm smile. He pulled a blanket around Daxter’s bare form before turning his attention to getting undressed. Well, as undressed as he could, at any rate, with those crazy wings.

Daxter sat still, equal parts nervous and aroused as he watched his best friend. So his idea had worked. Jak was willing. They were really doing this. Whether he would classify it all as a good or bad idea the next morning was still up for debate, but as Jak crawled over for a happy nuzzle wearing nothing but luminescent skin and that tattered blue tunic, Dax couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Alright, big guy. Let’s see what the Demolition Duo can really do.”

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To be concluded.

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(2^nd)AN: One more chapter to go! We’ll see if these two can get their acts together and make this all work out.

Outtakes!

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Light Jak: //I don’t believe this. Are you actually crying?//

Daxter: Hic! *sniffle*sob*

Light: //Are you sure you’re not really a girl…?//

Daxter: … I’m gonna break yer glowin’ nose. Really I am.

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Light: //Okay, let’s do this whole romance thing. What should we do first?//

Dax: Well, I want roses, lots of roses. And I want chocolates, and a pretty diamond ring, and I want you to write me some damn good poetry. Ooh, and a new mod for my gun would be nice, too! And let’s get a puppy!

Light: //Uh. How about a back rub instead?//

Dax: Huh. Well, it’s a start.

Light: //Damn, I didn’t think a boyfriend would be so high maintenance.//

Dax: What was that…?

Light: //Nothing. Back rubs!//

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Dax: You wanna go all the way, Jak?

Light: //Hell yeah!//

Dax: Yes! I knew you really liked me like that, pal!

Light: //This will be fantastic practice for Keira.//

Dax: Get. OUT!!

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Light: //What do we use as lube?//

Dax: The funky monk salve should work. Here, check it out.

Light: //Uh, Dax? It’s turning my fingers green…//

Dax: And, that’s a problem?

Light: //Yeah, we’re not using that. Gun oil, here we come.//

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