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Slip of the Tongue	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Far Cry Series Views: 1031 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jason huffs at the confused expression he's given. Is Vaas really going to be this obtuse? "I literally have nowhere to go, Vaas, except with you. There's mutual fucking attraction between us, and it'd be stupid to say or think that neither of us will crack." Sticking his head in the sand at this point is impossible. "Que será será, Vaas." Warmth still lingers in his cheeks from his blushing and he finally looks away from the pirate lord after a moment. At least he's stopped crying.
"Even if it-"
"I'd rather not think about that right now," Jason interrupts, knowing full well what Vaas is getting at. He does not want to revisit that line of thought right now. "What about my little brother and friends?" He gives Vaas a sideways glance to take in his expression.
Vaas is frowning and looks almost torn. "I can't help you there. Hoyt would have my fucking head if I let them go free after everything you've done."
"Then I'll deal with him when it comes down to it. That is non-fucking-negotiable, Vaas, especially since I can probably retake those outposts and radio towers for you." He will get something out of all of this, even if it's only seeing his brother and friends to safety.
"You're going to get the both of us killed! Hoyt won't care about the fucking outposts or towers if he loses out on that much money!" Vaas' frustration over the matter is evident, and his loyalties or whatever he has towards Hoyt are only going to be a problem.
"I really don't care, now are we going somewhere?" Jason ignores the glare he's given and the muttered curses as Vaas roughly twists the key in the ignition. The engine sputters a few times before it rumbles to life. The Technical lurches forward and he's suddenly afraid that the car is going to flip as they execute a sharp u-turn. They don't, but it doesn't lessen his fear any.
Where Liza had been rather cautious in her driving during their getaway from the Pirates Vaas is the complete opposite. He drives with reckless abandon, swerving the Technical onto the shoddy dirt lane once they came upon it and just about weaves all over the roadway, which is saying something considering how bad some people drive back in California. Vaas can definitely give them a run for their money.
There is a bridge up ahead and at the rate Vaas is going, he is certain they'll end up back in the river, with the crocodiles. "Stop!" The shriek is quickly followed by a screech of the tires and Vaas turns to face him, a scowl on his face. "Let me drive," Jason says after he is certain his heart isn't in his throat.
"There is nothing wrong with my driving skills." Vaas glowers at him now, having obviously picked up on Jason's implication that his driving skills are shit.
"Certainly not, but I would feel better if I were driving at this point." Jason gives Vaas a tight smile and hopes that Vaas will just agree to let him drive.
"Do you even know where we're going?" Vaas arches a brow at him, and the question temporarily throws Jason for a loop.
"I would hope it isn't to an early death," he retorts after a few seconds of thinking. "And you haven't mentioned where we're going, but I'm going to assume we're heading to one of the outposts on the eastern half of the island, considering it's still under your control."
"An ear- I'll have you know it's been… Fuck. Fine. You can drive." Vaas gets out of the driver's seat and walks around the front of the vehicle.
Jason thankfully slides over into the driver's seat and scowls upon finding that he can't reach the pedals. With a frustrated grunt, he adjusts the seat and mutters to himself about the severe loss in height.
"You okay over there, chica?" Vaas questions as he takes the vacated passenger seat. "You look angry." It's said in the same tone he had used at the Port Island Hotel right before he had tried to roast Jason and Liza alive.
"You try losing around ten inches in height and then see how you feel. You'd be fucking angry too." Jason's tone has gone back to acidic, his eyes narrowing as he turns to look at the road. He can just barely see over the steering wheel. "Not to mention the whole authentic fucking sex change that transgenders would probably kill to have, and how much it fucking hurt. Angry is a tame description for what I'm currently feeling. Words cannot fucking describe it." His blood feels like it is boiling, but he can't drive like this. He has to force the anger down, focus it on his current target for blatant murder. Citra.
Vaas is thankfully silent, so Jason takes a deep calming breath to clear his mind, and on the exhale he puts the Technical into drive. "Where are we going?" He has a vague idea of where they are, some ways east of Citra's temple. Hubris Farm, still under pirate control, is the closest outpost, but he doesn't want to be that close to Citra.
"Closest outpost for the night. We have to head to a place on the western part of the island tomorrow so I can pick some shit up." Which means that they will have to drive by a lot of Rakyat, considering Jason has cleared out nearly every outpost on the western half of the North Island. Or maybe they can take a boat there, depending on where it is on the whole of the western half of the island. Still, Hubris Farm…
"Closest outpost it is," Jason mutters under his breath. He'll deal with it because it's only for a night. Tamping down his reluctance, he depresses the accelerator and off they go at a marginally safer speed than what Vaas had been doing. They cross over the bridge and the night-darkened scenery passes them by. "So what possessed you to come all the way to this part of the island?"
"Well, seeing as you didn't die, my reason for coming to this part of the island has been invalidated." There's a certain amount of terseness in Vaas' tone, and a quick side glance reveals that the pirate lord is staring at him. "Lucky me you crossed my path when you did. You saved me from embarrassing myself."
Right. Lucky Vaas. "Let me guess, you were going to rub killing me in her face. She wouldn't have cared all too much, to be honest, especially since she didn't give me that fucking ink, for your information." He focuses back on the road, so that he doesn't cause an accident after chastising Vaas for his driving skills, and ignores the flash of intrigue on the pirate lord's face.
"Okay, then who gave you the ink?" Vaas shifts in his peripheral, leaning forward in his seat while still staring at him. God, he's so distracting.
"Dennis," he snaps the name out, bitterness in his tone as he recalls awakening to having a fucking tattoo being put onto his arm. "But considering his connection to Citra, she was an indirect influence." Maybe, he doesn't know. Hubris Farm is fast approaching so he slows the Technical down. "Doesn't make it okay to drag someone out of the fucking ocean and put a goddamn tattoo that promises power and shit on them while they're fucking unconscious."
Vaas makes an indecipherable noise then shifts to lean back against the seat. "At least you're free of Citra's Tatau."
"You make it sound like having it was a bad thing." Jason brings the Technical to a halt beside the would-be notice board and kills the engine. He slumps in the seat, head turning so he can focus his attention on Vaas now. "Though I'll admit it feels…good to not have it." It isn't the fact that it was literally forced on him. It actually feels like something has been lifted off of him and he hasn't even noticed it until now.
"Her Tatau is a crutch. It's a manipulation of the mind, and something by which she can control you. It requires consent and acceptance for it to wholly work." Vaas glances at him then motions for them to get out of the vehicle.
Jason reluctantly climbs out of the driver's seat and is immediately aware of the pair of Assaulters heading their way. His very first instinct is to duck behind the car and make for cover, but that urge is quickly quashed. The next best thing is to go around the Technical and stay as close to Vaas as possible. He does so, but when the pirate lord unexpectedly wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him close, he lets out a noise akin to a squeak.
"What the hell was that, chica?" Vaas gives him a somewhat amused glance then urges them into the open space of the outpost. The Assaulters thankfully stop their advance once they realize that their boss is one of the people entering their camp.
"Do you have to touch me?" Jason hisses out softly, his gaze warily lingering on the Assaulters giving him curious looks.
"Well it's either this or I end up beating the shit out of my men for trying to touch you. If you have a better idea then by all means go ahead with it." Vaas loosens the hold he has on Jason's waist, giving him a chance to pull away from the pirate lord.
"This is fine." It's not like the pirates working under Vaas know who he is, and with the few lecherous looks he's received thus far, having Vaas touch him is a hell of a lot better compared to the alternative.
They pass by the Assaulters without a word exchanged between either group, the Chargers and Snipers don't even bother with approaching. They merely give nods of acknowledgment and continue on with their duties.
Vaas has since retightened his arm around his waist and ushers them toward the downtrodden concrete building that constitutes as a safe house. Once they're inside Vaas lets go of him and locks the door behind them. "If you have to go out or something just let me know, even if you have to wake me up."
Jason gives a shallow nod, though it's unlikely he'll need to go out before morning comes. His stomach feels like it's in knots, there's certainly no urge to go to the bathroom and he has no plans on trying to escape. Escaping will be senseless, stupid and an utter waste of time. Turning to survey the cramped space of the safe house, he notes that there is only one bed that it looks like it will barely fit both of them.
Vaas brushes past him and heads directly for the bed, much to his horror. The pirate lord drops down onto the bed and stretches out across the length of it for a long moment. Once he's finished with that he rolls onto his side, facing Jason, and pats the scant open space in way of invitation. "I'd like to get some fucking sleep while we're here, Jason, so get your ass over here."
He gives a weary sigh and walks over to the bed, each step weighing down on him like his fate has been sealed. Knowing it's stupid to hesitate over this because Vaas doesn't seem like the sort to sleep on the ground when there's a bed available, he eases down onto the bed beside his not-quite-willing ally. Stretching his body out next to Vaas' is harder, but he does it and lays on the edge of the bed.
Is she seriously going to be like this? It isn't like he was going to bite, and he certainly isn't going to feel her up, again. "Jason, you need to move closer to me otherwise you are going to have a hard time sleeping. I am not going to put up with any cranky bullshit from you in the morning, you hear me?"
Jason visibly stiffens and seems to contemplate his demand before a rather exaggerated sigh, in his opinion, leaves her. She scoots closer to him, though it seems like she's doing her best to maintain some form of distance from him if the scant few inches left between them is any indication.
He eyes her for all of a few seconds then drops his arm over her waist and drags her those final few inches closer. Jason is completely rigid against him, and he knows why, but he really doesn't give a fuck. "You'll thank me in the morning, chica."
Jason gives him the equivalent of the evil eye, her irises several shades darker, but she wisely doesn't complain. After a long moment, she relaxes against him and has apparently decided to look anywhere but at his face. That's fine with him.
He doesn't remember falling asleep, but he wakes up to an incredibly memorable position. He is flat on his back with Jason partially draped on him and sound asleep. She has a leg hooked around one of his and an arm slung across his chest. He had never imagined the American to be a sleep cuddler if how she had been acting last night was anything to go on, but then again he never really lets himself think about the product that comes through his island.
With nothing else to do, Vaas studies Jason as she sleeps. In sleep she looks so innocent, her features soft and decidedly deceptive. Nobody will ever peg her for the killer that she truly is. He knows better, at least.
She starts to stir after a few minutes, her lips pressing together as she frowns, and her eyebrows furrow just the tiniest bit. He can tell that she is trying to make sense of the situation before her eyes even open, and when they do there's fear and blatant embarrassment on her face. Jason peels herself off of him and can't seem to scramble off of the bed fast enough. It is solely due to the fact that she has a leg hooked around his that makes the endeavor somewhat unsuccessful, and sends her to the floor with a yelp.
Vaas scoots to the now unoccupied part of the bed and peers down at Jason with a raised brow. She's staring up at him, her eyes huge and doe-like, while a blush pinks her cheeks. "You okay down there?" He asks sincerely, making a conscious effort to not be an ass right now.
Jason is well and truly embarrassed by the position he finds himself in upon waking. The fall to the floor really doesn't hurt, and as he stares up at Vaas, who seems oddly and unexpectedly concerned, he can only blink. His voice feels like it is caught in his throat, or is it his heart that feels like that? "I-" His attempt to speak fails horribly, and he's forced to swallow in an attempt to alleviate the sensation. "I'm fine," he rasps out and slowly stands up.
Vaas gives him a look that says he doesn't believe Jason, but he isn't going to press any further at the moment. The pirate lord slides off of the bed and stretches in a manner that has his back popping, effectively making Jason cringe.
"That's not good for your back," he comments without even thinking.
Vaas pauses mid-stretch to stare at him, a brow quirked upwards. "You a doctor now too?"
Jason huffs and turns away from Vaas, his arms crossing defensively over his chest. "Fine, get osteoarthritis. Not like I should care about your health anyway." When he's met with only silence in return he's half tempted to turn around to find out what Vaas is doing. Instead, he uncrosses his arms and heads for the door. He has the handle in his grasp and starts to pull it open when it's pushed shut. He's suddenly very conscious of Vaas' presence directly behind him, the faint whisper of cloth against cloth and the slightest pressure against his backside as the pirate lord holds the door closed with a hand placed high up on the door.
"Turn around, Jason," Vaas demands in a low rumble.
He has nowhere to go, his only escape route effectively shut up, and angering Vaas is out of the question. Jason turns around promptly and flattens his back against the door to put a scant inch or two between himself and Vaas. It doesn't work, because Vaas leans in even further and touches their foreheads together.
"It is too early in the morning for me to have to beat my men into a pulp just because you want to storm away from me in a huff. Get your shit together or you will not like the consequences I come up with." Vaas stares him dead in the eyes as he speaks, his tone holding a dangerous edge to it that sends shivers up his spine. "A lot of them fuckers, especially the ones stationed in the outposts, are dumber than a box of rocks."
Jason swallows, the action making him hyper-aware of the pendant hanging from his neck. The small trinket is supposed to be a sign of Vaas' claim on him, but if the majority of his men are too dumb to understand even that, then what is the point in wearing it? He decides against voicing the question and just mutely nods, which apparently appeases Vaas enough into backing up.
"Good, then let's go outside and get a bite to eat before we have to head out." Vaas gives him his usual manic smile and motions for him to open the door.
Breakfast is a thankfully simple affair, some fresh fruit consisting of mostly mangos and maybe papaya, and some fish from the ocean. Vaas watches as Jason tears into her meal with barely constrained gusto, as she has apparently not eaten since before her change in gender. She isn't paying attention to the men stationed at the outpost, but he's well aware of the furtive glances and outright stares from his men. It annoys him to no end.
He finishes his meal much quicker than Jason does and stands up, his gaze roaming away from the petite female to settle on one of the men eying her in a manner that is most certainly lewd. He clears his throat, drawing everyone's attention to him, and absently notes the pause that Jason gives just as she starts tearing into her third mango. "All right, listen up you fucks, 'cause I am not going to repeat myself. This chica right here, eating the wonderful fish and fruit you fuckers so thoughtfully provided for breakfast, is mine. Her name is Loba, and if any of you so much as think about having any sort of fun with her I will personally cut your dick off and make you eat it."
Jason stares at him for all of a few seconds then goes back to her meal without a care. The pirates stare at him a bit longer, to which he scowls and feigns grabbing his gun. This has them quickly looking away and returning to their posts.
He directs his gaze back to Jason, who leans back where she's seated with an air of contentment about her now that she has fully sated her hunger. It is a look that suits her and there's a brief urge of wanting to be the one that is the reason for her contentment. He immediately chalks that up to whatever magic his sister has wrought, even though he knows his attraction to Jason is incredibly real. The Southern Californian had already gained his intrigue, especially since she had managed to stay alive where others clearly failed to do so. His thoughts briefly go to Mintz-Plasse, who had very nearly passed, only to die in the end. He really would have let McLovin go, had he not succumbed to the tortures he had wrought upon the celebrity.
"So where are we going and what are we picking up?" Jason's sudden question sharply pulls him from his thoughts and he sees the barely concealed interest in her face.
"We're gonna visit one of our local suppliers and pick up the latest batch of product." Vaas watches her closely and if he isn't mistaken there is a vague look of sudden realization dawning on Jason's face. How curious.
"O-oh? Anyone important?" Jason isn't fooling him, not in the slightest.
"Dr. Earnhardt." Vaas watches as Jason pales slightly, her eyes widening just a fraction and betraying the fact that she knows the good doctor. Just what is she hiding?
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