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Rule 39	By : grimreaperchibi Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 3977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: And just in time for Valentine's. Why? Because I like irony and juxtaposition. That, and I wanted this out of the way so that I can enjoy playing the Jak and Daxter Collection without serious interruption. Holy damn, the boys look good, and that's just the loading screen.
truthasfarasitgoes: Wow. You say that and I remember my cousin's kitten getting into the jar of honey on the table. ...Um, can I get one of those messes to go?
Robin: I'm not sure bumpy would be the right word. I'm thinking one-car rutted dirt road with boulders and sinkholes that can eat your vehicle and still have room for more.
Amaronith: These two refuse to straighten up and play nice, so messy is bound to happen. But I think that's also part of the fun.
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Rule #8: Don’t waste second chances, especially if you don’t deserve them.
After a systematic search of the entire room, it was safe to say that what Razer was looking for was no longer there. In fact, he’d noticed a number of things missing from their normal spots since he’d asked Phoenix to clean a couple days ago. At first, he’d been inclined to think that maybe they had been moved, put away somewhere weird during the process and left there, forgotten. But he’d been through every drawer, opened every closet, over and under, left, right and middle to no avail. The things like his highlighter and mess around markers weren’t that big of a deal. The loss of several of his nicer inking pens and drafting pencils was irritating, but happened from time to time. What really pissed him off was the disappearance of the things he couldn’t easily replace, like the gel that held his hair back the way he wanted it without leaving a greasy or tacky mess behind. Or the lotion that kept his face razor-burn free. And then there was the bottle of cologne that had been a very expensive and very dear gift, making it completely irreplaceable.
He took a moment and tried to breathe, reminding himself that the majority of what he was feeling right now was, in fact, withdrawal and not factual based anger. Before this week, he would have vehemently denied being addicted. It wasn’t supposed to be an addiction—he (mostly) controlled exactly how much he smoked and worked hard to keep the rest of himself as healthy as possible. Though after five years of using it as an excuse to find a few moments of peace and silence, he should probably be more surprised by how well he was doing. Yes, nearly everything rubbed against his temper, but that was really the only lingering side-effect. His hands had shaken for a day. He’d felt ill for two. The headaches and cravings were made manageable by alternating doses of aspirin and mints. The only thing left was his temper, of which Phoenix had already borne the brunt of through little fault of his own.
The man was doing himself no favors, however, by staring at him now. The unusual display of focus had been pinned to him for two days now as Razer had attempted to find his things, but he’d never stayed around long enough to figure out why. He’d purposefully limited their time together so that he wouldn’t get unduly angry with someone who didn’t deserve it, as well as the fact that he was still trying to shift his roommate from his focus. None of which was helpful now that the weekend was here and he was momentarily out of other places to be.
Razer started his search again, knowing it was in vain, but needing the activity. And the more he ignored the silent eyes boring holes into his back, the more intensely he felt them. It gnawed on his self-restraint until it began to unravel. He slammed the desk drawer shut with a bit more force that he really meant to and returned the rather cold gaze.
“What?” he demanded. “What the hell is so interesting that you must stare incessantly at it?”
Phoenix tensed, finally giving up the charade of reading something on his bunk. “Just trying to figure you out.”
Something in his stomach twisted, leaving Razer unsettled. He’d heard that tone before, though he had thought his roommate incapable of it. “I’m painfully boring, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He turned back to his search. “And I find the staring to be quite obnoxious. Find something else to fixate upon.”
He heard the other shift on the bed. “Oh, no. You’re quite interesting. For instance, I just discovered that yes, you are capable of voicing your thoughts out loud and in a clear manner.”
And what the hell was that supposed to mean? Another drawer closed too hard. “Congratulations,” he responded sarcastically. “It is still disruptive and annoying. But since we’re on the subject of observations, I observe that my things are missing. Do you have any clue as to what became of them?”
“Funny you should mention that. I seem to be missing some things, too. Haven’t seen them since you tore apart the room and left it for me to clean up.”
There was another twist in Razer’s stomach that accompanied a slowly building throb in his temple. If being asked to clean was seriously the issue at hand, he was going to throw something at the jerk. “I hardly tore apart the room,” he defended. “If it was that much of a problem, you need not have done it. However, you accepted the task willfully and now I am missing things. I want to know what you did with them.”
“Yeah, well, see, I was distracted when I agreed to that.” Phoenix slid off the top bunk, smiling in a self-depreciating manner. “Stupid me, worrying about what could possibly be upsetting you so much. Then I notice all these odd pieces of paper all over. Come to find out, they’re from my magazines. Which I’d left on my bed. Out of your way.” His voice, which had been steadily growing louder with each statement as he stalked forward, suddenly dropped back to an almost pleasant tone. “You told me to clean, that nothing was to be saved. So I cleaned, and if it wasn’t put away, I got rid of it. Not what you wanted?”
For a second, Razer’s blood ran cold. In his half-functioning state, he’d forgotten about one project. It wasn’t anything that needed to be finished or polished, though showing up for class with nothing had not been an option. The magazines had been there, inspiration had struck, and the rest was unchangeable history. Phoenix had left dozens of the things lying around before. Razer hadn’t thought twice about it, which was his mistake. One he would have promptly apologized and made recompense for if he hadn’t been so blinded by the outrage of what Phoenix had decided to take himself.
“Out of my way and put away are two totally different concepts,” he hissed back. “Your periodicals were not put away, as opposed to the things I had sitting on my desk, where they have always sat since the beginning of the semester. The difference between what was to be thrown away and what was not should have been obvious!”
“They were sitting on my fucking bed, you arrogant, self-righteous prick!”
“And are just as easily replaced, as opposed to the expensive items you so casually threw away! That cologne was a gift and well worth more than several of my textbooks!”
“Oh, so personal property is only important if it’s expensive? Just because it wasn’t something nicer, it wasn’t important?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth. I said no such thing. Or are you as hard of hearing as you are thick in the skull?”
“This coming from the bloke who can’t even say what he means. I understand plain words just fine, thank you. It’s not my fault you have issues communicating.”
“Since you are the only one having issues understanding me, then the problem is clearly on your end.” He straightened up, meeting the other inch for inch in apparent height as they squared off, nearly nose to nose. “Which only adds to the credence that you are obtuse, oblivious, and dangerously close to a level of stupidity that makes me wonder how you survived as a child.”
“Me?” Phoenix demanded. “What about you? You’re the one who can’t even say what he wants and I’m the one with the issues?!”
“You keep bringing that up, but I have yet to hear what exactly this mysterious subject I’m to confess my soul is about. Or am I supposed to be a mind reader as well as infallible?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about! It’s what all of this has been about. All the teasing and taunts and flirting. Just say what you want from me and get over it!”
The flash of understanding might have been funny under different circumstances, but Razer was too incensed to care about the horrible sense of humour the universe possessed at that moment. “What I want from you is a little common sense! But since I obviously won’t receive any of that tonight, we’ll move on to this. Just so that we’re clear then, you do understand the subject of sex, yes? That was part of your education prior to university life, even if you have no practical knowledge to work with.”
“Of course I know what sex is,” Phoenix snapped. “I’ve had plenty of offers and not all back home.”
“What? How? How does someone get that concept through to someone as clueless as you are?”
“They bloody well ask, is what they do. Women ask all the time.”
“Ah, so the issue is that I lack the curves to entice. The feminine form is all that interests you.”
“The hell it does!” Phoenix shot back. “An attractive person’s attractive no matter what their gender!”
Razer’s ears slicked back at the verbal slap. Pain flared in his side, sharp and hot enough to make his breath catch, but he did his best to ignore it. That was almost worse than thinking Phoenix just didn’t like him. He could see the dawning realization on the other’s face, the mental back-stepping to try and find a way to salvage the situation. He didn’t want to hear it. “So glad to know where you stand on the subject,” he responded icily. He started to brush past his soon to be ex-roommate when Phoenix made a grab for him.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then say what you mean, not what’s convenient!”
“You first!”
He snarled and pushed back, proving the two inches the other had on him in height meant nothing. Before two thoughts could be put together, they were on the opposite side of the room, Phoenix pressed back over a desk and held there by the rest of Razer’s body. “I want to fuck you,” he growled into a rapidly flickering ear. His hand found the other’s crotch with a rough grab, being none too kind as he started rubbing through the thick denim fabric. “I want to shove my cock into your tight ass over and over until you can’t even lie down properly. I want to hear your voice break as you beg me to let you come. I want you to crave the things I can do to you and see that pretty face of yours flushed and slack-jawed as I come all over it. Is that what you wanted to hear? Was that shameless and vulgar enough for you?”
Phoenix swallowed somewhat nervously and shifted beneath him as fretful fingers began returning the attention. Razer shuddered, pressing into the touch that was far too timid for his tastes. “Is this what you want?” he asked, nearly breathless. “Tell me this is what you want.”
“Yes.”
No time was wasted once consent was granted. Razer pulled back just long enough to get the other man’s pants open. Then his hand was once more wrapped around a still hardening shaft while his other slid behind Phoenix’s head, pulling him up into a hard kiss. It took almost nothing to shove his tongue past sealed lips, tracing and exploring and tasting as much as he could before he was met with opposition. And after a few minutes of having his way, Phoenix did press back, though he clearly had little idea of what he was doing. It didn’t matter much. After so long, just having someone else touching him, no matter how skilled or otherwise, was enough to have Razer panting with want. As long as Phoenix kept touching, he was more than happy to do the rest.
Soon, he had the other absolutely writhing, hips reflexively thrusting up into his hand as the kiss swallowed all the moans and cries those actions caused. For the most part, Razer rode against him, matching movement to movement. Each grind, each shudder helped shove him towards the same end Phoenix was rapidly approaching, but it almost wasn’t enough. He wanted more. So when what little attention he was receiving stopped, he hissed in frustration, breaking their kiss. The protest on his tongue turned into a heartfelt moan as absentee fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and button before worming past the elastic of his underwear. When he arched up, Phoenix followed, the hand that had been gripping his shoulder now sliding around his neck to keep them flush together, forcing Razer to stand up even straighter to accommodate the extra weight. The touch itself was still a bit hesitant as long fingers curled around him, but the stroke that followed was much more confident.
“I swear to God, if you stop again, I’ll kill you,” he threatened. The only reply was another frantic kiss.
The fight between them only seemed to escalate from there. Razer won the duel of tongues, but Phoenix proved he had sharper teeth with quick nips to lips already swollen before continuing along the jaw. Phoenix may have been a quick study, able to follow by example and return what was being done to him, but Razer was undoubtedly more skilled, subtly adjusting pressure and speed the closer to orgasm the other got. About the only harmony they found was in the push and pull of their bodies as they moved against each other, each flex and roll hurtling them closer to their desperate end.
Razer won the test of stamina, but only just. Phoenix came with a bitten off cry, arching and writhing through his release as Razer continued to stroke him. Not twenty seconds later, Razer muffled his own cry into the shoulder in front of him, rocking through his own release into a hand shocked still. For a minute, they simply clung to one another, neither wanting to be the first to move and break the fragile, if not somewhat startling, tranquility that had finally settled over them. Then the lingering bliss began to wear off, leaving a rather cold reality behind.
With a somewhat stifled sigh, Razer pressed a last kiss to Phoenix’s temple and slowly started to pull away. There was no comment and no attempt to stop him as he carefully pulled his hand free from the other’s pants so that there wasn’t a bigger mess to clean up after. Most of it had been confined to his hand, a tactic learned after many years of practice, and one not many others had ever cared to learn. He still winced at the uncomfortable, wet-sticky feeling left in his underwear when Phoenix removed his own hand.
With the other still sprawled out over the desk trying to catch his breath and bearings, Razer walked over to his chest of drawers for a hand towel. He became focused solely upon cleaning himself up so that he wouldn’t think about anything else. Otherwise the ever rising wall of what-if’s and might be’s was going to crush him. There’d be plenty of time to contemplate ritual suicide after he got thrown out. He silently handed over the towel so Phoenix could clean up as well and began changing his clothes. He was about half dressed when the gap still between them was bridged.
“Did you mean it?” Phoenix asked, his voice still rough. He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly when Razer looked at him, but he didn’t look away. It was impossible to tell if the colouring on his cheeks was left over or newly arriving. “What you said…all the things you wanted to…”
“Yes,” was the tired reply as he continued to redress.
“How long?”
“Since you didn’t run screaming about being roomed with a Nazi bender.” He flinched, that old pain in his side flaring again briefly.
“So this entire time, you’ve really been—”
“Trying to seduce you?” Razer snorted, unable to help the sardonic smile. “Hardly counts as seduction if it fails so gloriously, does it? Yes, I’ve spent the last month and a half trying to get into your pants. And though I thank you for suffering me this long, you no longer have to worry about it. I understand that beyond what just happened, you are not interested. I haven’t had much grace this week, but I accept your decision, as well as if you feel the need to transfer to another room.”
“Hey, who said anything about transferring?” Finished cleaning up and straightening his clothes, Phoenix tossed the towel in the general direction of the laundry and once more came to stand in front of Razer. “In fact, I don’t remember ever actually saying no to something, though I can’t say I’ve ever actually been asked anything in the first place.” He stepped a little closer. “Come on, fess up. Why didn’t you just ask?”
“Because being that kind of blatant is not only a fast trip to the hospital, but I find it demeaning to everyone involved.” Razer leaned back against his dresser, arms folding stubbornly over his chest. “Think for a moment. We were going to live together for at least four months, almost nine if you could stomach it that long. Dropping into someone’s lap and asking to fuck might work for one night stands, but we’d still have to look each other in the eye every morning after. Rooming with me seems difficult enough.” He rubbed his temple, trying to stave off the on-coming need for a cigarette. “Why would I wish to add one more complication to the list?”
There was a slight pause before Phoenix asked, “Are you okay?”
“Shortly put, no. It’s my own damn fault, I know, but I have seriously underestimated the strength of my addiction.” He turned to rifle through another drawer looking for something to relieve the pain. “I owe several people an apology for comments made while they were attempting to quit. A week without cigarettes has been hell enough, thank you.”
“Then why do it?”
Razer finally found what he was looking for and quickly swallowed several tabs. “Because, for as elitist as it sounds, I choose to smoke a specific brand that must be imported. The shop at which I purchase them will not receive a shipment until tomorrow. Hence, there is nothing to buy. Why else do you think I’ve tried so hard to stay away from people this last week? I know my temper is harsh to begin with. This only amplified it.” He glanced over to see the other looking perplexed. And then he remembered exactly what had lead to the impromptu hand job. Finally, the humor seemed to hit him.
“You—you seriously thought I was upset over a failed hook-up?” he chuckled, earning an annoyed look. How perverse was that, that the argument they’d just had had been over such separate things, yet yielded the same conclusion? In spite of everything that had just happened, or maybe rather because of it, Razer found the amusement bubbling up anyway, turning his bemused chuckle into an unrestrained fit of laughter. He turned away in an effort to spare his poor confused roommate some indignation, but it was for naught when Phoenix demanded to know what was so funny.
“You!” he finally managed once the outburst was controlled. “You are cute, idiot boy, but you’re not that cute. Just because I’m gay does not mean there’s always someone out there to fuck around with. I have standards. And rules. And I have been playing this game long enough to accept that rejection is simply one facet of a much larger whole.” He leaned back, eyeing Phoenix once more, taking in the things he’d always noticed and several he had yet to note. “Now let me ask you; did you mean what you said? That you find people attractive despite their gender?”
There was a noticeable flush on his cheeks as Phoenix rubbed the back of his neck, ears flickering up and down in embarrassment. “Yeah. Just…not in the way it came out.”
Razer considered that for a moment. “So it would be safe to assume you at least find my presence tolerable?”
A bit of humor seemed to return to his roommate’s face. “You have your moments.”
“Doesn’t everyone?” He stepped forward carefully, closing the distance between them. “You’re not adverse to my masculinity and you can stand to be around me. That’s as good a start as any.” He leaned in, fingers slowly starting to tug and play with the belt loops of Phoenix’s pants. “I admit my temper gets the better of me some days. I’m not a soft or gentle person. There’s rules I live by and you will be subject to them as well. I don’t care how many other people you’ve slept with, or will sleep with, or what your health may be, I demand the use of protection. I have a high sex drive and am not interested in a single relationship. Can you accept all of that?”
“If you can accept that sometimes I need to be hit over the head to get it,” Phoenix replied, shifting closer as well. “I’m going to get pissed off at you when you do something stupid. I need you to talk to me and tell me what you want rather than just implying it. And I’m going to need a written list of all those rules if you want anything close to an attempt to deal with them. You accept that, then yeah, I can accept, too.”
“So how about it?” Razer purred, finally pulling Phoenix close again. “Will you come to my bed for more than a night? Will you have me as a sexual partner? Will you let me do all I have said and more to you…?”
There was an absolutely delightful shiver that ran through the other’s body. “Yeah, I’ll have you.” The smile on his face quirked a bit. “See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
Razer snorted, but it was more show than anything as he claimed another kiss. “Smartass,” he chided in German. “And I am sorry for your magazines. I did not consider my options very well. I will replace them.”
“I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have just tossed all of your stuff. I don’t suppose there’s any way to replace all of that, is there?”
“Some, but not all.” He sighed. Of all the things thrown away, the loss of that cologne really did hurt. At least this pain was in his chest and not his side.
“I could jump in the bin,” Phoenix offered. “I might be able to find some of it.”
“Not likely. Garbage is collected on Fridays. By now, I imagine it’s halfway to the dump yard. Don’t worry too much about it. I’ll find a reasonable set of substitutes.”
Phoenix still insisted upon trying. After pressing that good hygiene was one of the top requirements for a continuing relation, Razer let him go. He watched his roommate bolt from the room like an over eager puppy with a mixture of amusement and worry. Though he’d deny it to his dying breath, he suddenly felt very unsure about whether or not actually being in a relationship with Phoenix, no matter how casual, was a good idea. The other certainly had a knack for twisting reality—it was part of his charm, actually. As aggravating as it could be to someone whose entire life had been one set of rules after another, it was very alluring as well. It simply remained to be seen which would win out in the end. He sighed again. What the hell had he just gotten himself into?
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