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Her Mistake, His Fortune	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Far Cry Series Views: 808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vaas' hand is lightning fast as it snakes out and grasps the collar of his shirt. "I'm gonna take really good fucking care of you, sweetheart."
Jason is too surprised to translate the Spanish, which he knows a bit of since he's from California and has a few Hispanic friends. His brain, however, immediately short circuits when Vaas brushes his lips across his own, so gentle and unlike anything he'd ever expect from the pirate lord. He finds himself automatically leaning in for more, much to his own horror, and Vaas fucking obliges him. The pressure of the kiss changes quickly, demanding more of Jason, and he complies for the hell of it.
Teeth, lips, and tongues battle for what seems like several minutes, and when Vaas finally pulls away from him, looking overly smug, Jason is in quite a daze. He has enjoyed the kiss, probably looks thoroughly flushed if the sudden warmth in his cheeks is any indication. God, he is so going to hell.
"I thought you fucking hate me, cariño?" Vaas practically purrs the endearment out, and Jason is quite certain the pirate lord is calling him sweetheart. Thank god he is already blushing.
"You tried to kill me four fucking times, after killing my older brother and letting me fucking escape your island." Jason's tone is flat now, his gaze cool and steely. "I think I killed you, but never saw a body like when I killed Hughes and Volker."
Vaas' expression changes to one of disbelief, likely because when he kills someone they stay dead. "You killed Hoyt?" Ah, that is what he is focusing on.
"After he cut off my ring finger, yes, I killed him and his guards with my bare hands." He hadn't carried a knife in there, hadn't been allowed to, but he'd had a knife in his hallucination, and it certainly hadn't been the one Sam had stuck in his boot. The one Volker had used on him, he had defended himself against until he had ended up using the hallucination knife and Volker's own knife on him. His ring finger tingles at the memory.
"So, four times? How did I try to kill you?" He looks honestly intrigued, the expression foreign on his face. That he doesn't want to know about Hughes' death, or any further explanation on Hoyt's death slightly baffles Jason. At least Vaas has heard everything he has said though.
This is all so very surreal, but Jason knows that this is actually happening. "You doused me and my ex in gasoline and tried to burn us alive. You tied me to a cinder block and tried to drown me. You shot a fucking rocket launcher at the helicopter I was in, and upon finding me still alive shot me point blank and tossed me into a mass grave." Jason watches as the pirate lord frowns, eyebrows knitting together while his forehead creases slightly. "I rather not go through all of that again if I can avoid it."
"And what is to stop you from killing me when this is all said and done?" The thought actually hadn't crossed Jason's mind. Vaas isn't satisfied with just the little explanation in the video itself, or the restated pledge that Jason will be his.
"The fact that I value the lives of my friends and family. That I know that you could make a call and my mother would be dead within a matter of minutes. That you could just kill me and sell everyone off anyways, but I know you wouldn't. You're tired of the fucking leashes, and how Hoyt and his privateers keep harassing you and your men. I destroyed his operation once. I can do it again, and I know who I can get into contact with on the inside. I just rather not have you trying to kill me at the same fucking time." Jason keeps his gaze as steely as possible, his expression wrought into a frown that mirrors Vaas'.
"Let me see your Tatau." Vaas is already tugging on his left arm as he quickly changes the subject, and has it turned over to examine the markings. His gaze skims over the variety of herons, sharks, and spiders, not really concerned with them. It is when he spots the inked version of that fucking dagger that his grip tightens around Jason's arm. "Have you slept with my sister?" No term of endearment this time. His grip is still tight and his voice is deadly.
"Your sister fucking drugged me and had her goddamn way with me while I was on a fucking hallucinogenic trip to hell. It was not fucking enjoyable when I think back on it." What Citra had done was technically considered rape, and he'd been too pleased as punch that he was succeeding at something to stop and think on it.
Vaas seems to relax at that and he lets go of Jason's arm. "Do you want to get rid of it?"
Jason stares at Vaas, dumbfounded by the question. "Get rid of…the Tatau?" Is that even possible? As far as he knows, Vaas had been part of the Rakyat, but he has no Tatau. Had he gotten rid of his own Tatau? "You can do that?"
"Sí, cariño. I can get rid of the Tatau." Vaas turns and moves away from him, actually presents his back to Jason. The pirate lord is moving towards a door that Jason recognizes, only to pause when he notices that Jason isn't following him. "Well, do you want the damn thing off or not?"
Jason has to wonder at that. Is the Tatau beneficial to him at this point? Other than trying to use it to get close to the Rakyat, it really isn't. It is just something they had used to mark his progress. It isn't like the damn thing is magical. "Er… Yeah, I do." God, he sounds so stupid. He quickly follows after Vaas while he wonders at just how the man can remove the Tatau. They enter a long corridor, and it's filled with a multitude of doors.
"I'm not gonna lie. It's gonna fucking hurt, 'cause we have to rip the magic out of you," Vaas starts explaining, making Jason falter mid-step. The pirate lord turns when he hears the American stumble and scowls at him.
"Magic?" Holy shit. Why the fuck is it magical?
"Sí. Citra's magic. The Tatau ties you to her." Vaas is serious. Almost sanely so.
"That's… Fuck." Jason knows he has to get it off now. He wants nothing to do with Citra or her goddamn magic. He is also going to kill Dennis if he ever comes across the man again. The fucker had put it on him while he'd been unconscious and unable to consent to it.
"Those were my thoughts too when I found out about it." Vaas resumes walking down the corridor, though it is only for a few short feet to a heavy-looking metal door. He pulls the door open, and it creaks slightly, then motions for Jason to enter first.
Jason enters, dreading that it might be a trap, but instead, he is met with the sight of a lush bathroom. Out there in the corridor and the rest of the building—from what he'd seen—is crappy concrete flooring. This bathroom has… "Holy fuck, is this marble?"
"Sí, cariño. I like-"
"Expensive things." Jason spares Vaas a glance, the pirate lord is a little put out by his interruption. "Good thing I'm fucking priceless?"
"Sí," Vaas agrees a little grudgingly. "Get undressed, cariño." The pirate lord moves over to the jacuzzi in the center of the room, and he starts to run the water for a bath. Once he is satisfied with the temperature he gets up and goes over to a large cabinet against the wall to the right.
Jason complies, only because he really doesn't think he has a say in anything he does now, and because he wants the damn Tatau off. He lets his gaze wander over the back wall, which is nothing but a floor to ceiling mirror that reflects everything in the room. There is a lavish open shower on the left side of the room, and a rather mundane toilet compared to the rest of the bathroom.
"How much of your Tatau have you completed?" Vaas calls out the question from the cabinet, as though how much of the Tatau he has completed matters. It most likely does.
"All of it." Jason's admission is immediately followed by a crash and what he is certain are a few of the more colorful swears words and phrases in Spanish. Now he assumes that, yes, it does matter.
Vaas is fuming as he stomps back over to the jacuzzi with an armful of supplies for the bath. "Fucking white boy making things more difficult than they need to be. Get the fuck into the tub!"
Jason swallows down what will be an angry retort in his own defense and gets into the jacuzzi. He winces at the initial sting from how hot the water is and slowly eases down into it while Vaas sets down a bag of Epsom salt on the edge of the tub, along with some large white candles. There is also a small Ziploc bag fill with what appears to be sage in bundles, and another bag of leaves he doesn't recognize. Last is a bottle of liquid of some kind, and a small circular container that looks like one of those bath scrubs. He can't make the connection between any of what the pirate lord has retrieved, so he just sits there looking dumbfounded while Vaas turns the water off.
"Gonna have to use all of this shit to get her fucking claws out of you, Jason. It's gonna hurt a hell of a lot too." Vaas has a displeased frown, though Jason isn't certain of the pirate lord's mood any more than he can read him. "We'll get her claws outta you, and then I'll make you mine."
Jason can only think of one way that could be accomplished, but thankfully he is red enough from the bath that his blush goes unnoticed. He has signed up for this, and anything else the pirate lord throws at him.
"You're awfully quiet now." Vaas is staring at him, even as he opens up the bag of sage and pulls out one of the bundles. A lighter is pulled out, one that Jason recognizes, and Vaas lights the end of the sage bundle, his attention back on whatever he is doing. He lets it burn for a second or two then tamps the flames out on the edge of the jacuzzi. The sage continues to smoke, and the pirate lord gently waves the smoking sage over where Jason sits.
There is nothing mocking about the statement Vaas has made like Jason would have expected from before. Is this really the same psychopath that has done more than enough horrible shit to him to last a lifetime?
"Never really expected you to have…" Jason lets the sentence die on his tongue because he is certain that even if Vaas does have a nice side then the pirate lord won't want it pointed out. He has a quick temper and can go from calm to raging psycho in zero seconds flat.
"Have what? A nice side?" Vaas concludes for him anyways, to which Jason nods almost meekly. A grin, unlike his usual manic, shit-eating one, flashes across his face. "I can't afford to be nice in front of my men or even Hoyt, cariño, so don't expect to get the same exact treatment you're receiving in here out there. You're offering me something that's worth it, so yeah, I'm going to treat you nicely when it's just us." The first smoking bundle of sage is set onto the far corner of the jacuzzi before a second one is lit and the process repeats. The second one is put on the counter of the sink near the cabinet the items have been retrieved from.
Jason blinks out of surprise. He hasn't expected the pirate lord's reasoning to be so simple. "Is that why you keep calling me sweetheart?"
"You speak Spanish?" Vaas actually looks excited at the prospect that Jason knows Spanish, and has paused in setting up the candles almost strategically around the circular jacuzzi.
"A little," Jason responds reluctantly and glances down at the water.
"Don't worry about it." Vaas gives a chuckle then goes around lighting the candles, murmuring something Jason can't catch under his breath.
Jason doesn't dare interrupt, having figured that what Vaas is doing was extremely important. He is watching him now, intensely curious about the odd ritual the pirate lord is doing. The candle lighting only takes about two minutes and then Vaas is picking up the bag of Epsom salt. "So what is all this and what does it do?"
"The smudge sticks help to cleanse the air." Jason guesses that he means the bundles of sage. "The candles can be done one of two ways. Lighting them during a waning moon helps to remove negative energies, while during a waxing moon they are used to help bring in positive energy. They also need to be white." This all is starting to sound like a spell of some sort. "Epsom salt and chamomile leaves for the bathwater to help cleanse the body and soul. Lavender oil to help relax the mind and body." As he speaks Vaas adds a measured amount of each ingredient to the bathwater then stirs it with his hand. "Last is a sea salt scrub-"
A ruckus out in the corridor interrupts Vaas' explanation, which has the pirate lord quickly getting up from where he's sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi. The same gun from earlier is drawn from the back of Vaas' pants and the safety quickly turned off as it is aimed at the doorway.
"Jason!" Grant is suddenly in the doorway, and he isn't restrained. It is like he is meant to die. His gaze sweeps over Vaas, his expression hardening at the sight of Jason in the jacuzzi behind the pirate lord. "What are you doing to my brother, you sick fuck?!"
Even though he can't see all of Vaas's face from where he is sitting, Jason can tell that the pirate lord is absolutely pissed. He lowers the gun, regardless, and shifts so that Jason is hidden from Grant's sight. "I'm going to let that one slide, hermano, just this fucking once because your little brother wants you safe." His tone is low and deadly as he stares at Grant.
Grant moves further into the bathroom while a pirate rushes into the doorway behind him. His brother is quick to react, dodging the blow aimed for the back of his head, and trips the pirate rather easily.
"Grant, I'm fine!" Jason moves to get up and out of the tub, but at the sloshing of water, Vaas turns and pins him with a dark look. He sinks back down into the water, almost stunned into silence. Almost.
"Stay in the goddamn tub, Jason," Vaas growls at him then turns his attention back to Grant. Yep. He is definitely going to be bipolar.
Jason is pretty much used to that already. He isn't going to be that much different than the Vaas he remembers. "I'm still in the fucking tub. Let me talk to my fucking brother, 'cause he sure as hell won't listen to you." His gaze slides over to Grant, who has snapped the downed pirate's neck by this point and is getting up, likely to take on Vaas now.
Vaas twitches at Jason's backtalk, if only slightly, but keeps his gaze on Grant. "Fine, but I'm not going anywhere."
Grant has a look of utter confusion on his face now as he looks from Vaas, who moves aside, to Jason. He apparently doesn't know what to make of his brother mouthing off to one of their captors, and had he known that Vaas is the one in charge here… "J, what's going on?"
Jason shifts in the tub, only to be awarded with another dark look, which he ignores in favor of giving his brother a flat expression. "I'm doubtful you'd ever comprehend or believe what I'm going to tell you, but I'm not the same little brother you remember from before last night."
"What are you talking about, J?" Grant looks so lost, and it is understandable. To him, Jason is pulling a complete one-eighty on him. Has never looked at him like Jason is looking at him now.
"Oh, where do I fucking start? The beginning? No. We're past the beginning and things aren't happening exactly the same. The skydiving trip was a goddamn trap, but you know that now. I knew that last night, after being sent back by a crazy bitch on a goddess shtick because I wouldn't kill Riley, Liza, Ollie, and Keith. Told me to not make the same mistake twice too. So you know what I did?" Jason glances at Vaas, who is watching him with a look of interest. "Would you show him the video I made for you?"
Vaas glowers but pulls Jason's phone out of one of his pockets and holds it out for Grant to take. When the eldest Brody brother doesn't move to take it he gives an undignified huff and all but storms over to Grant. He shoves the phone into Grant's hand then promptly retreats back over near Jason. "Fucking white boy."
Grant glowers back but quickly turns his attention to Jason's phone. As soon as he turns it on he finds that it is already on the aforementioned video, and so he starts it over from the beginning. As it plays through, his grip on the phone tighten: noticeably, and Jason can tell that Grant is seething. "Why didn't you say something to me, J?! You… You can't give yourself to him! You can't do that! What about Liza?"
Jason notices that Vaas tenses at Grant's raised voice, but pushes any thoughts aside on the pirate lord's reaction for the time being. He has a brother to console. "What about her? We were in a rough patch before this shit already, and wouldn't have lasted anyway. I'm perfectly fine with the offer I've given Vaas, and whatever he decides to do with me is up to him as long as he upholds his side of the bargain." His gaze flicks to Vaas, who is looking more irritable by the second. He doesn't like being kept out of a conversation that involves him, it seems. "And I didn't say anything because honestly, how would it have sounded? Crazy right? I would have thought so if you had started spouting off shit like this."
"J…"
"Don't, Grant. Just don't. I wouldn't have been able to convince any of you even with the goddamn magical tattoo on my arm that he is helping me get rid of." He turns his gaze away from Grant now, uncomfortable with the look he is now sporting. Betrayal. Something inside of him rankles at that look.
"But you hate him… How could you..."
God, this isn't going to end anytime soon, and Jason is pretty sure there is another step to this cleansing bath he is getting. "He hasn't done anything yet to warrant me hating him, so I'm doing my best to let go of that." Which is best considering that Vaas has kissed him and seems adamant about calling him sweetheart. "I'll probably be going to hell with everything I've done, and everything I plan to do, so I might as well enjoy myself on the way there."
Grant doesn't have anything else to say. His brother just shakes his head and looks down at the phone in his hand once more.
Jason spies two more pirates now standing in the doorway, and Vaas has noticed them as well because he scowls at them outright. A slew of Spanish leaves the pirate lord, too fast for him to keep up with, but he manages to catch the word for friends in there, and Hoyt's name. One pirate bolts back down the corridor while the other drags the corpse from the bathroom. Grant is thankfully left alone.
"You need to go out to the main part of the warehouse, white boy." Vaas sets his gaze back on Grant and is glowering more severely now.
Grant gives Vaas a dark glare, then glances at Jason and sneers. "If this is what you want, then fine, J. I'm not going to stop you." He leaves with that after dropping Jason's phone on the floor.
Jason tries to not let Grant's attitude towards him affect him, but a hysterical laugh leaves him. He knows he doesn't have to look at Vaas to see the look of concern the pirate lord is giving him, but he looks anyway. Vaas is definitely concerned, and angry. "Vaas…"
"I'm not going to tolerate that kind of shit from him, Jason." Vaas sinks down onto the edge of the jacuzzi and picks up the container of sea salt scrub. "And you, you little shit, talking to me like that. You're a fucking bold one, cariño."
"You're not mad about that?" Jason thinks that he would be.
"A little." Vaas' tone becomes nonchalant while he twists open the scrub container. The pirate lord dips his fingers into the scrub and brings them out coated in it. "Give me your arm," he demands, to which Jason complies. His sea salt coated fingers hover over the top of the Tatau while he holds Jason's arm with his free hand, the container left open on the side of the jacuzzi. "This is the part that really hurts, cariño."
As soon as the sea salt touches the Tatau it feels like his entire arm has caught on fire. The sensation quickly spreads out to the rest of his body and he lets out a hiss of pain instead of screaming like he truly wants to. Vaas hasn't even started scrubbing at the Tatau. Oh, he is definitely going to kill Dennis for putting it on him.
"Try to talk to me, Jason." Vaas does start scrubbing now and the sensation turns to one that he suspects acid would feel like.
"I'm going to carve your sister's heart out of her fucking chest and feed it to the fucker that started this goddamn thing on me without my motherfucking permission," Jason snarls out while he does his best to not thrash. Instinct is trying to get him to lash out, to do anything to stop the pain.
Vaas falters slightly but quickly resumes scrubbing at the Tatau with the sea salt. "This was done without your permission, cariño?"
Jason tries to focus on Vaas' question, his eyes screwing shut while a keening whine tears from his throat. He tries to twist away from Vaas, away from the pain, but the pirate lord holds his tattooed arm in a vice-like grip.
"I know, cariño, I know. I'm going to kill the fucker that did this to you."
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