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Any Other Mission 3

Praise de Goosie for her beta mojo.
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The kid was stupid; but he had a nice ass. Small, just so slightly rounded under the pants he wore, more important than all that however-- firm. Warm. Oh so perfect for smacking, and rubbing--and grabbing. He had the sudden knowledge that the previously
despised brat had one very important asset-- his ass. His pretty face hadn't exactly been a turn off, but his firm ass was a far greater feature.
He gnawed on his cigar while he thought about it. Looked away from the endless desert in front of them, over to where the brat had curled up with the pet rat on his hip. He was fast asleep (and drooling) in the seat. His back was to Jinx, but the rat's orange tail was falling down over that oh-so-desirable ass. Obscuring his view of it.

As if it could read minds-- a large as if-- the rat perked up and looked at him. Ears at attention and large eyes singularly focused. "You just keep those eyes to yourself," Daxter said.

He cracked a snide grin at him. "Why? Got first dibs?"

"A chick magnet like me?" Daxter sat up and stuck a pose as if to prove his endless sex appeal. (Which as far as Jinx understood, it was nonexistent to those that actually had brains in their skulls.)

Jinx didn't even dignify that with an answer. "I'm exclusive to the ladies," Daxter said, sitting down again. He dangled his legs against Jak's ass. Patted his sleeping friend on the hip and then looked at him the way jealous boyfriends had looked at him
before. "Big guy doesn't know what he wants. And he's hard up, so don't take advantage."

As if that wasn't an invitation. He grinned around the cigar and looked back out the window. The desert was whipping by; turning into nothing as fast as he thought was necessary. But that speed might go down, they might just have to make a few stops along the way if pretty boy was going to keep flashing his ass at him.

He thought of the bomb that was secured in a case behind his seat, felt a flutter of his heart in his chest and a definite longing to find that baby's momma. But, at the moment, there was a much more insistent warmth in his belly that was making its presence known rather verbally.

When he looked back over at the pretty ass, the rat had curled up and gone back to sleep.

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"Oh, shit," he said it under his breath. Just as he reached his hand up behind his back--instinctively going for the jet board and finding that it wasn't there. He looked back at the Rabid Coyote and curled his hands up into fists.

"Whaaaat?" Daxter whined. He was on his back in the middle of the baking hot sun, half-dead with his own dramatics. Jinx had evicted them from the vehicle while he took a nap, an action that warranted Daxter's comment of "Don't forget to lube it up first, boom boy."

Jak left it unasked what the hell that comment was about. He had the feeling after Jinx cracked a snide grin at Daxter and said: "Oh, I plan too" that he had no desire to know.

"The jet board," he said. His own stupidity curled up in his gut and he hated it. That jet board was a prototype, the only one like it and it was buried in the sand back with the blown up beast-- whatever it had been, Jinx hadn't even explained what it had been. In fact, other than smacking his ass, Jinx hadn't really done anything.

"You mean we have to walk?" Daxter flopped back onto the sand again with a hand over his eyes and his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Jak rolled his eyes. Crossed his arms over his chest and grit his teeth together.

Then a hand grabbed his ass and he spun around, leg out to kick whoever was stupid enough to touch him. However it was grabbed in mid-kick and Jinx just gave him that naughty boy grin. Licked his lips. Jak frowned at him, used the grip on his leg to support him as he spun the rest of the way around and kicked Jinx in the face with his other leg. They fell to the ground and he ended up half on top the man, his hips on Jinx' shoulder. Hands on his ass again, dragging him down until they were hip to hip.

Jinx shoved him up so he was sitting, and they were chest to chest.

"A. Hem." Daxter had his hands on his hips, impatient look on his face, foot tapping the sand.

Jak got off Jinx. Dusted himself off and adjusted his belt, his goggles, consciously kept himself from rubbing his own ass. Jinx got up slower, dusted himself off lazily and leaned just a little bit back, dropped his gaze down until Jak felt his skin getting warm in a terribly pleasant way.

"The mission." Daxter said.

Jinx stuck a cigar in his mouth, lit it and pointed toward nothing, away from the vehicle. Daxter followed his finger and then looked back at him. "And what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?"

"Get walking." And Jinx started off. Jak looked at Daxter, Daxter stared at him. Then he moved to follow Jinx and Daxter crawled up onto his shoulder.

"Who put him in charge anyway?!"

~~~***

Not that he would've mentioned it, not that anyone would have noticed. But he almost got lost, sand dunes shifting and all that. But they arrived at the gate, standing in the midst of nowhere.

Pretty boy stood next to him.

"What's that?"

Jinx tossed the stub of his cigar into the sand. Pulled the handkerchief off his face and rubbed the sand off his cheeks. "It used to be an outpost."

"Used to be?" Daxter said.

"What happened to it?" Jak asked.

Jinx shoved the gate open, just because, and strode forward, braced his legs for the sudden drop off that wasn't visible. It was far too steep a drop to be seen from any distance. There was a shriek behind him as he went down, and seconds later, the pretty boy was falling face first down behind him.

Jak recovered in time to land on his feet; Daxter landed on his mouth.

"I should mention," he said out of the corner of his mouth. Jak looked at him. "They don't like me here."

"Then we've got something in common," Daxter drawled.

"They're attacking!" Jak yelled it like this was something new. His hand was on his gun before Jinx could tell him not to; lurkers didn't attack, they just moved in mass. The Lurkers swarmed from everywhere, crawling out of the holes they had drilled into the mountainside. One of them jumped and landed on Jak, knocking him down onto the ground. The rat was squealing about something.

"Sorry. Sorry!" the Lurker that landed on pretty boy mumbled, struggling to remove its bulk.

But the Lurkers that grabbed Jinx by the arms, the ones that hauled out the chains and clamped the shackles around his wrists-- they weren't so apologetic. They jerked him away from the others, spun him around and smacked him face first into the wall.

"Not happy to see me?" he mumbled. For this wit, he got a punch in the back of the shoulder and a grunt of hate in his ear. He felt the hard ball of the lurker's fist behind him and figured he was about to get his ass handed to him.

"No! No! We no fight! Nice, NICE!" The lurkers stepped back, reluctantly. The apparent leader (the one that landed on Jak, who was now picking the boy up off the ground and dusting him off, much to the boy's confusion) pointed forward. "We go. Go back to home." He motioned them all forward.

"Whoa! Hands off!" Daxter yelped.

Jinx grinned. They were all shoved into the caves the lurkers had made, led by them blindly through the endless dark. And then, just as the rat opened its mouth to say something stupid and sarcastic, they were inside. Torches were burning with yellow eco, and the ancient lurker leader raised its head from its paw to look at him. An ugly sneer came across its face.

"What, exactly, did you do?" Daxter asked dryly.

"Search it!"

And his clothes were being pawed at; he heard something rip and grabbed the hand that was grabbing at him. Twisted it backward-- the chains clanked together, the shackles bit into his skin-- and had a short gun out of its place and shoved up under the
lurker's jaw before it could blink. "Hands off."

The lurkers were all set to swarm again, but the leader of the colony raised its tired paw. "It no like our touch." Then he pointed at pretty boy. "That one will take its coverings."

Jinx grinned. Handed the gun over to the lurker that sneered at him and turned his attention to Jak who was very close with that look of bizarre confusion on his
face. He raised his hands uncertainly.

"Is this really necessary?" Daxter put in. He had a nearly frantic tone to his voice. "I mean, does everyone need to be au natural? Isn't it enough for us furry folks?"

"No. We check for weapons. For booms."

"Bombs," Jinx corrected.

"You no SPEAK!" The Lurker screamed.

Jak looked at him with one eyebrow raised then back at the others. Then at Daxter, as if telling the ottsel he better get them out of this situation with his fat mouth before someone got naked. Jinx shouldered the kid out of his way and looked at the leader.

"Look, I don't even know where you keep your septic tanks anymore. There won't be any flying shit this time, swear it on my Mama's heart." He shrugged, adjusted his hands in the shackles and waited for the leader to see the sense in his argument.

"What it want then?"

"Have you seen bandits going after the dark eco mines?"

"How we know?" the lurker that had shackled him demanded, shoving him hard in the shoulder. "We stink so bad, even yakow runs away!"

"Now that you mention it," Daxter started, but Jak nudged the rat with his foot before anything else could be said.

"If bandits come, they leave! Because of you!" A furry hand was shoved in his face, right to his nose and he got a big whiff of the shit smell. "See what you do?! How Lut mate now? No female take Lut!"

"No male's going to take you either, big guy," Daxter put in.

Jinx tried not to smirk. He really did, but it was a habit, and he felt his face stretch in that snide smirk. The situation really was ridiculous. And it was mostly the lurkers' fault. They were the ones that kept him captive in some half-thought out plan to bribe his mother for technology.

So he blew their shit up. Literally.

"We'll be going then," he said.
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Jak: O.o

Daxter: Stupid.

Jinx: You better be talking about yourself.
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