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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-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Epilogue
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AN: Have a Merry Christmas, everyone! And if you don’t celebrate Christmas… just be merry anyway. Happiness doesn’t need a holiday. Or it shouldn’t. Anyway.
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Kuromei: Jak ‘n Dax warm-and-fuzzy goodness is my specialty. *bows* We’ll see if Damas can take a chill pill here sometime soon. One widdle scared shitless human isn’t so very threatening, is he, Damas?
Grimreaperchibi: Perking up your week is what I live for, didn’t you know that? Perking it right up with sexy, rumbly, purry Jak.
Mrs. Ero-Cook: Thank you for not flailing me with a dish towel. In return for your magnanimity, you get more cuteness!
CrabRangoonMonster: Damas IS silly. But not as silly as Jak ‘n Dax a la The Little Mermaid. Now I’m tempted to make Daxter have some sort of heartfelt Disney musical number…
Franko: I will consider updating more. Consider it. Since everyone seems to want it so much. They just can’t get enough of cute Jak, I guess! Lol
Doll: Dax is hovering in the “omg protect meee!” phase. He’ll likely get less clingy before too long, haha. This fic doesn’t have any outtakes, since I wrote it as one long doc without preordained chapters, but all the other fics will continue to have them!
Mari: I am writing a book, aren’t I? Sometimes it makes me want to cry, how much effort I have poured into this fandom. I will go down with the Jak/Dax ship. Thanks for the kind words, I was hoping people weren’t getting fed up with my scatterbrained AU’s!
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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Daxter hadn’t put up a fight when the bath was offered. Quite the contrary. It had been longer than he would have liked to admit since he had been comfortably submerged in clean water, let alone warm water with soap on the sideboard.
Dear Precursors, I’m sorry I’m always sayin’ that yer dead. I don’t really mean it. This right here just about makes up fer the last list of crap I put up with. Almost. The redhead lounged lower, letting the gently flowing water run under his chin. The little piece of heaven he had found wasn’t exactly a bathtub, and it wasn’t exactly a hole in the ground. It was more or less a trough smoothly carved out of the sandstone cave floor and filled by continuously moving warm water that flowed down one wall and out a modified drainage ledge in the opposite wall, turning what was obviously a natural underground hot spring into a luxurious bath. Demons were friggin’ geniuses.
Speaking of demons. Daxter glanced over his shoulder at the curtain that separated the bathing room from the rest of Jak’s personal space. He had half hoped that Jak would come in and keep him company, and half feared that he would. But the demon had only popped his head in once to drop off a towel and one of the long garment strips he wore around his own waist, obviously what he considered an appropriate change of clothes for his new companion. Daxter couldn’t say what he was doing now, only hope like hell it involved food.
As if on cue, Jak’s mental voice rang out loud and clear in his head while a pleased rumble from beyond the curtain caught his ear. Dax, food!
It was a word he didn’t need to hear twice. Daxter was out of the water and into his towel in seconds, and clumsily wrapping the kilt-like thing around his middle a few seconds after that. It wasn’t until after he came bounding out from behind the curtain that he realized Jak wasn’t alone. The redhead froze, but not before firmly catching the attention of the two new demons standing with Jak in the doorway. Lady demons. Very pretty lady demons, at that.
One of the girls had sunshine yellow hair and yellow through her wings. Her eyes sparkled like buttery gold as she cooed and purred, smiling at Daxter in a way women usually reserved for small, furry animals they wanted to cuddle and pet. But hey, being looked at as a pet was better than being looked at as dinner! He offered a shy smile back and a little wave, and she bounced on her toe-pads with a happy sound that was almost a chirp.
Jak looked over his shoulder and smiled, too. Dax, this is Tess. And this is Keira. They brought you some dinner.
Sure enough, the second demoness with green wings and green through her hair and eyes was holding a wooden tray of food that Daxter couldn’t help but let his own eyes rivet to. Even a nice set of boobs under an inky-dinky top that tied simply behind the neck, out of the way of wings, couldn’t be better than the sight of something to eat after two days hungry.
“Thanks,” he said almost reverently as she placed the lovely food on a small table by the bed and motioned him to it. Maybe it would have been polite to say more, but he had a feeling he was already polluting the airwaves with happiness and gratitude as it was.
Mission apparently accomplished, the girls turned to go. More accurately Keira turned to go, pulling Tess along when it seemed that she was going to linger, still cooing quietly as she watched Daxter edge toward the food tray.
After they had gone, Jak moved to join Daxter on the bed. It was a huge piece of furniture, to the redhead—circular in shape, piled with cushions and blankets and furs, easily able to sleep five people. Or perhaps two people, if they had wings and tails to take up extra space. The demon settled onto it easily, watching as Daxter quietly worshiped the sandwich he was stuffing into his mouth.
Good?
“Delicious,” Daxter moaned rapturously. If the bath had been heaven, this was indescribable. “What kinda meat is this?”
Human, Jak teased, grinning impishly.
The redhead gave him a mock scowl. “Don’t even joke like that, smart ass.”
So you can understand me now. Jak flopped across the bed, wings indeed taking up an impressive amount of space even when furled. He reached for an apple from the tray, though the larger one was left for Daxter. But you couldn’t understand Keira and Tess, could you?
Daxter paused, mouth open for another bite of sandwich. “They were talkin’ ta me?”
Some. They didn’t want to scare you.
“No. I couldn’t hear ‘em at all. Why couldn’t I?”
Probably because you took your amulet off.
“Huh?” It took a moment for Daxter to reach for his bare chest, where the stone medallion had hung all night. “That’s what that thing is for?”
Yes. Back in the days when humans and demons had regular dealings with each other, there were a lot of those floating around. The one you found is very old, though, and it’s starting to crumble. The runes aren’t as distinct anymore. That’s probably why you couldn’t understand me very well at first.
“Then how come I can now?” It was all very interesting, and he kept his attention on Jak even as he devoured the food. Stuff like this? No one ever bothered to mention back in Haven that demons had ever been more than unholy beasts, let alone that they used to have regular enough discourse with humans that special communication enablers would be needed.
The energy still inside it reacted to the energy in me. I guess that gave it some kind of spark that it needed to work again. If you keep it close, you’ll be able to understand my clan. And I would assume you can understand me without it because we… kissed.
“… oh.” Daxter blushed a bit, though the minor embarrassment didn’t deter him from finishing his dinner. “How’s that work?”
Jak grinned as he explained, background emotions echoing relief that Dax didn’t seem to regret the act. Close contact and strong emotion like that creates a bond. The deeper the bond, the better the communication. You don’t have to talk to me out loud now, if you don’t want to. I bet I could understand you just fine if you sent me thoughts instead.
The concept was almost beyond comprehension. He could talk to Jak without ever having to open his mouth? “Whoa. That’s… that’s so weird.” Weird, but cool. “We could do that just from kissin’?”
Well… it was a pretty emotional kiss. No offense.
“Hush up, I got a right ta be emotional.” Daxter huffed and set back his red ears, but didn’t really mean it. He was too busy pondering new information. “So, what happens when ya have sex?” he blurted.
Jak stared at him silently from those inky black eyes for a long moment, ambient emotions shocked to stillness before he slowly provided an answer. Sex makes the bond whole. Mates can talk to each other no matter how far apart. They feel each other’s pleasure and pain. They become more attached to each other’s loved ones. It’s really a wonderful thing.
“Wow.”
Yes. Wow. Jak was sprawled on his stomach, chin resting on his arms as he watched Daxter worry with an apple core. His eyes were half lidded now, the tip of his tail twitching slowly as he stared. The air around him was taking on the faintest hint of predatory aura, alongside which ran the ever-present pulse of mine.
“I mean, not that, uh, any of that pertains ta me,” the redhead stammered, ears falling as he blushed deeper and tried to backpedal from the conversation he himself had plowed right into. “’Cuz I’m sure no demon’s gonna want anything ta do with me like that, y’know, bein’ all skinny an’ wingless an’ all—”
Not so. You’re very pretty. Very… lithe.
The unconscious purr behind the thought made Daxter want to be proud of himself and run for the hills at the same time. Jak was attracted to him. That could be seen as a major score, for something so lovely to look at him as acceptable. And it could be a massively bad thing, if that that lovely something decided to toss him across the bed they were on and mount him like an animal. Not that he really believed Jak would do such a thing, but still.
“L-look, pal, just so we’re on the same page—yer really hot, an’ yer a pretty great kisser, but I’m not a whore, so don’t go gettin’ no funny ideas, ya dig?”
Jak’s ears perked in puzzlement. What? Of course not. Why would I think you were?
“Just… a lot’a the street kids are, that’s all.” Suddenly embarrassed again, Daxter dropped the core back on the empty tray and looked away.
The demon’s eyes became somehow softer as he regarded the redhead. They should have taken better care of you.
“Huh? Who?”
Your people. Here, everyone is like family. We take care of each other. No one gets forgotten or left behind or has to fend for themselves. I thought I’d understand humans better if I hung around your city, but now I feel like I understand them even less.
“Yeah, well. They’re—we’re—not all idiots. Just… most of ‘em.” Daxter had never before imagined he might envy being a demon. That was before he’d been given a warm bath and a free meal and someone big and strong staking a claim on his welfare.
Jak shoved himself up on his arms, rolling upright so he could dig through the layers of blankets and shape them into a suitable nest. It’s getting late. You’re tired. Enough talking for tonight.
Taking it for the hint it was, Daxter slid off the bed. “Yeah. Which corner do ya want me in? I only need one blanket. It’s not as cold as I would’a thought down here, really—”
Here. A big, clawed hand descended firmly on the spot of bed next to Jak. There’s plenty of room. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor.
Daxter’s ears went up. Sleep next to Jak? Right off, it sounded like a wonderful idea. The bed was terribly comfortable. The demon seemed to bleed warmth, so he wouldn’t be cold. And he would certainly be safe, should anything from the outside threatened to rear its head. “So, uh, if I do… no funny business, right?”
I swear to keep my hands to myself if you will. Unless you want me to kiss you goodnight. Jak smirked, clearly having fun. You were pretty eager to do more earlier, if I remember right.
“Shut up an’ shove over, ya big lug. I’ll be right back.” Daxter huffed as he went back to the washroom to find his demon medallion. You never knew. Their shiny little bond could wear off in the night, and then where would he be? When it was found, he went back to the bed and crawled in at once. It must be horrendously late outside. Undisturbed sleep was going to feel so, so good.
Turning out the lights now, Jak rumbled.
Before Daxter’s mouth could catch up to his mind and form a coherent question, the air around Jak began to buzz overtime. Dax gasped as the glowing rocks that made up the ceiling of the cave suddenly began to dim until their light was barely there. His mouth dropped open. “Holy damn! How did you DO that?”
Energy channeling. It might be hard for you to understand, but I’ll explain it in the morning if I can. A warm, heavy wing suddenly extended from along Jak’s back and descended over the redhead, covering him to the shoulders as Jak settled in. Sleep. Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.
“G’night,” Daxter mumbled tiredly. He let his eyes fall closed and firmly told his racing brain to shut up. Surprisingly, it worked. Within minutes he felt himself slipping away, completely at ease next to his new bed partner, gripping the medallion lightly in his hands and promising himself to find a way to repay Jak for this unwarranted kindness.
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A soft sea of warmth greeted Daxter the next morning. It was possible he had never been so comfortable in his life. Even when he remembered where he was and what had transpired the night before, he couldn’t bring himself to shake off the entirely pleasant lethargy. In the back alley rat hole he called home he would have been up immediately, rubbing the cold out of his limbs and striking out at once to find a meager breakfast while avoiding the human predators of the city. Here he could stay limp and pliant in the arms wrapped around him, leaving cares for later.
Speaking of the current embrace. He was quite sure Jak hadn’t been holding him like this last night. Opening his eyes, the redhead scoped the situation. The rocks in the ceiling were glowing again, casting a golden light almost surreally akin to morning sunbeams. And they were on Jak’s side of the bed. Which meant that he had most likely snuggled up to the demon in the night, seeking out that heat he seemed to expel like a power station. Now one of Jak’s big hands, subconsciously careful of those claws even in his sleep, was petting his torso. It came to rest on his chest and stroked down over his belly, still comfortably full from the late dinner the night before, turning his bones to warm goo.
Daxter loosed a quiet whimper and squirmed against the solid form at his back. His hair was nuzzled for the effort, a steady purr rumbling from Jak’s chest. The air was awash with a deep contentment. It was all he could do not to part his legs like the call boy he wasn’t and press one of Jak’s hands down onto the delicious hardness between them. The attraction he’d felt for the other the night before hadn’t abated in the slightest. He may not be willing to put out completely, but there was no harm in a little hand job, right?
He argued the pros and cons of such a bold step for long moments, and was still arguing when a giant shadow leapt through the air and the mattress suddenly dipped alarmingly.
Hello!
Daxter squealed in surprise and slammed himself back into Jak’s chest. “Holy crap!”
The not-so-giant shadow blinked at him, blue eyes wide. Small blue wings folded as their owner perched curiously on the edge of the bed. Heart hammering, Daxter stared back. It was a demon child.
Behind him, Jak sighed deeply and buried his face in a pillow. Thought I told you to ask before you come in, Widget.
Oh. Sorry. The little demon’s ears fell a bit, then perked right back up as he smiled. Can I come in?
Kind of too late for that, isn’t it? Jak rolled leisurely, spreading out on his stomach. Daxter huddled to his side reflexively. Well, now that you’re in here, be polite. Introduce yourself.
Oh yeah! There was a happy bounce on the bedspread as the little one crawled closer to Daxter. Energy and curiosity came off him in waves. I’m Mar. Jak’s my big brother. You’re a human, huh? I heard some people talking about you this morning and I reeeally wanted to see you, so I sneaked out. You don’t look scary. Daddy always says humans would chop off my tail, but you don’t look like you’d chop off my tail. You look nice. What’s your name?
The redhead blinked, slightly stunned by the mental barrage. “Uh, hey there, little guy. My name’s Daxter.”
Daxter. The kid was still smiling, and his warm, happy little emotions were rubbing up all around the redhead like a litter of allicat kittens. Are you Jak’s friend?
“Yeah, I’m Jak’s friend.” And maybe more, but it wouldn’t do to let the kid know that. He didn’t look like he’d been served his sixth birthday cake yet.
Will you be my friend?
Awww! This kid was too, too cute. The family resemblance between him and Mr. Not-So-Terrifying was clearer all the time. “Sure I’ll be yer friend.”
Jak rumbled in amusement, face still buried in the pillow. Now you’ve done it. He’ll never let you rest or have a moment’s peace. Good luck trying to go anywhere or do anything even remotely fun-sounding, because he will find you.
“Can’t be that bad,” Daxter chuckled as Mar crossed his arms and pouted at his big brother. Slowly the redhead began to relax back into the bedding, propping himself on one elbow to converse with the smaller demon. Mar was certainly friendly enough. And the girls from last night had been kind to him, too. Maybe these creatures—people—weren’t so bad after all.
It was at that exact moment that Jak’s father stepped in.
Daxter sucked in a gasp and shrank against Jak’s side as the huge white demon ruffled his wings to get them through the curtained doorway that led out into the complex maze of tunnel hallways. If he had seemed intimidating in the open space of the main den, he seemed even bigger in close quarters.
Jak glanced up from his pillow and rumbled a greeting. My room seems to be awfully popular this morning...
Hi, Daddy! Mar chirped.
What have I told you about running off without telling me? The big demon sighed, annoyance swirling lightly in his ambient space.
Aww, but I wanted to see Jak’s human.
“Jak’s human” had prudently hidden himself underneath Jak’s partially unfurled wing. He huddled against his friend’s ribs, curled into the smallest ball he could manage, and shivered beneath the leathery wing membrane. Were demons territorial of their children? Was he going to get his head bitten off for not only being caught in Jak’s bed like a flea-bitten crocadog, but being close to Mar?
There was a snort from the boy’s father. Whether or not he is Jak’s human is still highly up for debate. Though I see your brother hasn’t wasted any time jumping to conclusions about the issue.
He IS mine. There was a ripple of something dark and possessive as the wing over Daxter pressed down the slightest bit harder. Father, he has no family. He has no home. His people left him to me. I am not taking him back to that place. They expected me to eat him, for gods’ sakes. Who knows what will happen if he comes back in one piece.
There was a long, contemplative silence before the bigger demon huffed again. Where in the world humans came up with this eating business I’ll never know. Tiny, scrawny little things. Who in their right mind would eat a human?
Not me, Mar said firmly.
Speaking of eating, someone I know hasn’t had their breakfast yet.
Daxter peeked cautiously out from under the protective wing in time to witness one giant, clawed hand dart down to hook in the back of Mar’s loincloth, right above his tail. The boy wriggled and giggled and flapped his tiny wings as he was hoisted off the bed and tucked firmly under his father’s muscled arm.
So Daxter can stay, right? Jak pressed.
Son, I’m not sure yet. We’ll just have to see. He can stay for now. On a trial basis. Much as I might like to take the simple way out, something in me won’t allow a sentient being to be turned out into the desert alone.
Jak seemed to decompress. The tension drained out of his muscles, leaving once again a lazy, pliant demon piled in his nest. Thanks, Dad.
Just make sure you keep an eye on him until everything is straightened out. I don’t want any trouble, you hear me?
Of course.
Good. Now, I’m taking Mar down to breakfast. You and… your little friend there should think about coming along, too. He’s far too thin. Mar’s caught sand lizards with more meat on their bones.
And with that, the ordeal was done. Mar was swished out into the hallway, chirping and laughing as he stretched his little wings out and pretended to fly in his father’s hold. Silence returned to the room. The wing over Daxter’s head slowly lifted, and Jak was peering down at him.
You okay? The question was backed by tangible warmth and affection that almost caressed him.
“Y-yeah. I still say yer dad’s friggin’ scary!”
Jak chuckled, a rumbling purr of a sound. It’s okay. You’ll get used to each other. He’s going to let you stay. I can feel it.
“How ya figure?”
You didn’t see how he was looking at you when you hid under my wing. Children do that, when they’re scared. Dad is really protective. Of everybody. That’s part of why he’s in charge. If you have nowhere to go, he won’t turn you out. The pale demon grinned, showing the hint of fangs. Besides, Mar already likes you. He’s got Dad wrapped around his little claw.
“Oh, well, thank goodness fer that,” Daxter griped a little breathlessly. “Sheez. Gonna give me heart failure first thing in the morning. What’s yer dad’s name, anyway?”
It’s Damas. And I’m sorry. You’ve had a rough couple of days, huh? Jak leaned down to nuzzle his temple. Do you want to try going down to breakfast? We can find an out of the way place to eat. And I want to see if Samos knows where we can find another rune amulet for you. I don’t know if that one will last much longer.
Daxter looked up at him for a few heartbeats, his breathing reedy, before he spontaneously reached up and wrapped his arms around Jak’s neck, fusing his mouth to the demon’s. Jak was still for just a moment. Then he was moving fluidly over the redhead, tongue plundering as he purred deeply. His tail came up and made Daxter jump as it twined gently around his leg. Purple wings began to spread ever so slightly, filling the air above them.
Daxter whined in his throat, then moaned, rubbing himself against that hard, hot body. His fingers tangled in alabaster strands. This. This. Someone who wanted him. Someone who cared. Thank you, Jak.
Abruptly Jak seemed to jerk himself back to his senses. He pulled his mouth away with a gasp, hands fisting in the blankets so hard small holes appeared under his claws. You’re… you’re welcome. Don’t mention it. He pushed himself up very stiffly, wings still extended from his back. His tail uncoiled from around Daxter’s leg and then he was gone, leaving the redhead panting unsteadily on the bed as he moved toward the bathroom. I’m going to… clean up. For breakfast. Then we’ll get food. Won’t be long. There was a swish as the curtain was pulled firmly across the doorway and the tip of Jak’s long tail disappeared behind it.
Daxter grinned idiotically. “Yeah, I just bet ya won’t be long. Was that a hammer in yer pocket or were ya just glad daddy said ya could keep yer pet?”
Oh, be quiet! An embarrassed hiss. Keep it up and I will eat you, freckles and all.
“Y’know, that’s a come on, where I come from.”
Jak firmly declined to comment, and Daxter laughed a bit for the sheer happiness pulsing through him. For once in his life, in the depths of an underground demon lair, the future was looking brighter.
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To be continued.
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