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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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Jason isn't certain how long it takes, but it feels like it has taken forever to remove the Tatau. He had finally started screaming at one point, he isn't sure when, but by the time it is over his throat is beyond hoarse. The pain vanishes with the last of the Tatau and once his body finally registers that, he slumps against the side of the tub in relief.
Vaas thankfully doesn't remark on the screaming, just drains the water out of the tub and then pulls Jason out with a rather fluffy towel at hand to wrap him up in. "You're going to be tired for a while, and without Citra's Tatau you will feel a little unbalanced."
Jason has enough energy in him to snort and even rolls his eyes. That is response enough. He can't do anything else in this moment, and is a little embarrassed that he is being dried off and dressed by Vaas.
"I mean it, Jason. You're going to be out of whack without that fucking thing on your arm, unless…" Vaas trails off, and Jason automatically doesn't like how he just drops his sentence like that. It makes him assume that Vaas is going to suggest something terrible. "No. You're not in any condition right now to have me put one on your back."
Put one on his back? Another magical tattoo? Jason almost croaks out a firm no, but he refrains from doing so. If Vaas wants to put a magical tattoo on his back, then so be it.
"What do you think, cariño? Would you like me to put my own Tatau on you?" Jason tiredly glances up at Vaas, a slight grin on the pirate lord's face. "I won't do it unless you want me to, otherwise it won't work right."
The Tatau wouldn't work right if Jason doesn't want it? Is that why he had been able to refuse Citra in the end? Because some part of him hadn't wanted any of this? He debates on it for a long moment, which gives Vaas enough time to finish dressing him, and figures it won't really change anything. "Sure," Jason rasps out and winces slightly at the pain in his throat. At least he is being given a choice this time. "Won't change anything."
Vaas lifts him up into his arms, without so much as a grunt, and holds him bridal style. Jason knows that he weighs one hundred ninety-seven pounds, and though he isn't certain as to how much the pirate lord himself weighs, it can't be that much more than himself. He has also noticed that he has a good five inches on Vaas as well, not that it seems to make any difference.
"We'll have to get you some tea to help with your throat." Vaas carries him out of the bathroom and instead of heading towards where he knows Grant is, and assumes Riley and the rest of his friends to be, he goes further down the corridor. They pass by several doors before Vaas stops at one near the end of the hallway and nudges it open. "But for now you'll want to sleep."
"But my-" Jason's protest is quickly silenced by Vaas pressing his mouth to his ear and he shivers slightly at the action. His ears are an erogenous zone for him, along with his neck and shoulders. As the pirate lord's lips move, claiming the shell of his ear, Jason tries to suppress a slight whimper, but it's already there, a high pitched noise in the back of his throat. His throat aches more, but he doesn't care because having his ear toyed with (after having gone through what he considers to feel like dying) feels so much better that the sand papery feel in his throat is nothing.
"Oh? You like that?" Vaas' voice is decidedly soft, but his tone borders amusement and Jason swears that there is a note of curiosity in there too. The pirate lord proceeds to carry him into what he can barely make out to be a bedroom.
Jason doesn't know what to do, or to say (and saying something will only hurt), but he gives another whimper as Vaas nips his earlobe in a manner that is almost tender. Nothing else comes after the nip, thankfully, and he is wholly aware of being set down on to something soft enough that he is dozing off almost immediately, yet firm enough that he doesn't sink down into it any. It takes Jason a moment to realize that he is on a bed.
"Rest now, Jason. Don't worry about your friends or anything else," Vaas purrs at him, a hand running through his hair. The action is rather comforting and soothes Jason into a blissful slumber.
Jason awakens quite suddenly, feeling lighter than he can remember in a while, and is immediately aware that he is alone in a bedroom that is unfamiliar to him. It takes him a few attempts to sit up, his body oddly weakened, but he manages and slowly looks around the room once he is steady enough. It looks nothing like he imagines a room belonging to Vaas should look like. Everything is clean and neatly organized, from a few books to a ton of movies. Most every movie is a VHS, but there are a few DVDs as well.
A slight creak draws his attention to the door and he tenses, his hand reaching for a weapon that isn't there, before he realizes that it is more than likely Vaas, because he can't picture the pirate lord letting just anyone come into his bedroom. He is right, and relaxes at the sight of his former arch nemesis, something he'd never thought he would have done before Citra and her petty rage.
"I figured you'd be awake by now, cariño." Vaas is carrying a plate of food in one hand and a steaming mug of something that he hopes will soothe the ache still lingering in his throat. "Drink this first," Vaas orders, handing him the mug of what smells like peppermint tea with traces of eucalyptus.
Jason complies, because it has been his intention regardless, and takes a few careful sips of the steaming beverage, the faint taste of honey adding to the peppermint and eucalyptus. It isn't as hot as he'd thought it'd be, so he takes a larger swallow and the relief in his throat is wonderful. The heat from the drink actually helps too. "How long was I out for?" He asks cautiously after another swallow of the tea.
"Just for the night." Vaas sits down on the edge of the bed next to him, and the plate of food he holds is put onto Jason's lap. "Your friends are really annoying. They think I've kill you or some stupid shit, and you brother is all sulky."
Jason knows that he is talking about Grant and finds that he doesn't care that his older is acting like this anymore. He has resigned himself to this fate, and even if he hadn't he won't be able to leave the Rook Islands after everything he's been through. "Grant will be fine," he mutters tersely and finishes off the tea. He glances down at the plate and is relieved to see a recognizable meal of scrambled eggs and what looks like bacon. It is most likely boar, though, considering the animal population of the islands. "They're all alive and safe, and that is all that matters at this point. What they think or feel isn't something I'm going to bother myself with."
"That's cold, cariño, but I get it." Vaas plucks the empty mug from Jason's grasp and gets up from the bed. He starts to head for the door.
"Vaas," Jason calls out, making the pirate lord pause in his tracks and glance at him with a questioning look. "Thank you." He watches as Vaas' expression twists slightly, a half scowl directed at him.
"Eat your food, Jason." Vaas quickly turns away and goes out the door, but Jason does catch the faint signs of a blush dusting his cheeks anyways.
He is positively floored at that, and stares at the empty doorway for a long moment. His stomach quickly gives a miserable gurgle and he finally turns his attention to the food. Thankfully Vaas had forethought to give him a fork, and he is surprised that it is a regular metal fork as opposed to a cheap plastic one. He eats the food at a sedate pace, intentionally delaying having to see his friends and brothers once more. Whether Grant has told them anything or not, he finds that he truly doesn't care.
A rather pensive Vaas returns by the time Jason has finished his food, that same half-scowl on his face. He says nothing, just walks over to the bed and plops down on it. Instead of remaining sitting he lays back, across Jason's legs, and folds his arms under his head.
"I didn't mean to make things weird," Jason begins after a few minutes of a silence that feels strange to him, which has Vaas shifting enough to look at him. "But I mean it. You probably don't get thanked a lot," if at all. "I never would have thought something like this could ever happen, even after everything I've done, yet here I am. It's so odd and just so fucking surreal. I keep expecting that this is all a nightmare, that I've gone down into another fucking nightmare instead of waking up." He's almost rambling now, but Vaas is thankfully just listening to him. "But I refuse to do the same thing over and over again, and expect things to turn out differently."
Vaas actually cracks a smile at that, having recognized some of his own words coming from Jason's mouth. "Definition of insanity?"
"I could probably recite your goddamn monologue word for fucking word. It's a fucking award winning speech in my book." Jason finds himself smiling back and he is at ease with his former arch nemesis, even if the fucker is cutting off circulation in his legs. "Now would you please stop putting my legs to sleep?"
"I'm touched, cariño. Really, I am." Vaas grins almost cheekily and heeds Jason's request, shifting to move from off of his legs. He grabs the plate from off of Jason's lap and sets it aside so he can put his head there instead.
Jason blushes heavily and freezes up from the intimacy of the position they are in. Vaas is watching him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat and is obviously amused. Even when nice the pirate lord is still unpredictable.
"What's wrong, Jason?" Vaas purrs out Jason's name and relishes the way he swallows nervously. The pirate lord bares his teeth in a rather predatory smile and reaches up, as casual as can be, to trace his thumb along the edge of Jason's jaw. "Such a pretty face you have there, Jason. C'mon, tell me what's wrong."
Jason doesn't know if there is anything that is wrong, other than the fact that he's willingly put himself in this position. There is also the fact that Vaas is being weirdly affectionate towards him, on top of being nice, and it doesn't bother him as much as he thinks it should. "Just trying to adjust to this…and you. You're throwing me for a goddamn loop."
Vaas frowns at first, then breaks into another grin and teasingly traces his thumb down Jason's neck, drawing a slight shudder from him. "Then let me be your balancing point, cariño." His fingers cup the side of Jason's neck while his thumb settles over the American's pulse which is starting to pick up. "Why so nervous? Or is it something else that is making your heart beat faster?"
"I…" His mouth feels like it is stuffed with cotton, and he can't find the proper words to accurately answer Vaas. The pirate lord's grin just widens and he moves off of Jason's lap, shifting to kneel on the bed. Jason finds himself being pressed down onto the bed with Vaas soon hovering over him.
"Si?" Vaas continues to grin, leaning down so that their noses are almost touching, his usually brown eyes so very dark. "What is it?"
"Vaas…" Jason's voice is a strained whisper, his heart pounding hard enough that he swears that Vaas is able to hear it.
"Si, Jason, I am Vaas. Now what is it?" Vaas' grin is almost feral, and Jason also swears that it seems like the man wants to devour him alive. It brings to mind what had been said by the Vaas who had shot his brother.
Jason is certain that Vaas is teasing him on purpose, but the affectionate gestures and words aren't to mock him. Not at all. And the look that he is currently receiving. "You, you fucking tease," he finally gets the words out, his cheeks warm as he holds Vaas' stare.
Vaas chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a thrum of something through Jason. "You're gonna be a goddamned force to be reckoned with once I'm done with you, cariño, and you… You. Are. Mine." He closes that little bit of distance between them and catches Jason's mouth in a hard kiss.
Jason groans into the kiss and returns it as he moves an arm to wrap around Vaas' neck. He receives a sharp nip to his lower lip that has him gasping, and then Vaas' tongue slips into his mouth. The pirate lord tastes of peppermint, spice and a hint of smoke, flavors that Jason briefly thinks that he can get used to.
Vaas has a hand at Jason's side, which he slides down to the American's hip and slips under the thin blue shirt Jason wears to trace over the skin there. Vaas continues to explore Jason's mouth while his fingers make idle patterns on his hip, which draws a stifled gasp from Jason. He withdraws from the kiss after a moment, leaving Jason panting for air, and cracks another predatory smile. "You are gonna be beautiful, my tiger."
Jason is more than certain that he is half-hard at this point, and his mind is a muddled mess from the kiss. Then there is the Spanish, spoken in a heated tone, that he can barely translate. Tiger. Vaas has called him his tiger. That makes little sense to him, but it is still so damn hot. "Fuck."
Vaas gives a throaty laugh and bends down to pepper Jason's throat with kisses. "Not enough time for that, cariño, but I certainly am tempted." The words are murmured between the kisses, and Jason fights to stifle the keening whimper that tears from his throat regardless of his attempt. "Your friends are waiting for you, Jason." Vaas isn't finished with him though. He catches a section of skin between his teeth and bites down hard.
Jason moans and writhes under Vaas, the thought of his friends and brothers pushed aside. Fuck them. He doesn't want to go seem them right now. He wants this to continue. "Vaas... Please!"
Vaas lets go of the skin on Jason's neck and smirks dangerously down at the American. "Uh uh, cariño. You're not strong enough right now. I'd eat you alive with the state that you're in." His gaze flicks from Jason's face to the bruise that is forming on his neck, his smirk still rather evident.
Jason doesn't understand how Vaas can just stop in the middle of whatever the hell this is. It has been the start of some rather interesting foreplay (as far as Jason is concerned) and holy fuck he is actually considering sex with Vaas. Like truly considering pouncing on the man right here and now to shred his clothes, remove them any way he can and just continue. "Holy fuck."
"Can you feel it, cariño? The tiger in you?" Vaas is practically purring at him, his irises lighter now, the chocolate shade evident, as he stares at Jason with a half-lidded gaze.
Jason doesn't have a clue as to what Vaas is talking about, and his face scrunching up in his confusion. "Tiger?"
Disappointment flickers in that gaze for only a second and Vaas gives a soft sigh as he gets up from over Jason and off of the bed. "This is why. You can't feel it yet. Citra and her fucking magic deadened you to your natural instincts, to your true self. She fucking caged you, but me… I broke that cage, cariño. You need time to recover and to adjust."
Jason frowns at the explanation he is given, and while he still can't comprehend what Vaas is going on about, he does give a slight nod. He sits up and studies the pirate lord as he walks away from the bed, moving across the room to a dresser where he starts rummaging through the drawers. Vaas is incredibly tense, and a mix of…feelings seems to be radiating from him?
Anger. Lust. Desire. More anger. Need. Sadness.
Jason blinks at the sudden influx of emotions, uncertain of how he is sensing this, but it quickly vanishes. He is overly confused and still wracking his brain on the whole him being a tiger thing. What is with that? And if he is a tiger, then what is Vaas? "I still don't really get it right now, but if I'm a tiger, what are you?" he questions aloud.
"I'm the motherfucking dragon to your tiger, Jason. The Yang to your Yin. Right now, though, I am stronger than you, so there is no balance between us." Vaas turns around after a few minutes with some black cargo pants, a red tank top and socks. He brings the clothes over and drops them on to Jason's lap, his demeanor more sedate now. "You are like a cub right now, weak and defenseless, while I am a fully grown, fire-breathing monstrosity of a dragon."
Jason hasn't really paid attention to other cultural subjects such as this, but he gets the gist of it. He does know that Yin and Yang are opposing energies, but that is as far as his knowledge goes on the matter. The animal theme is new to him though, so he is going to have to rely on further explanations from Vaas. As the clothes are dropped onto his lap he eyes the red tank top with some trepidation, the color ingrained as bad in his psyche. It is something else he will have to adjust to, so he isn't going to reject the offer of clean clothes. That they are Vaas' makes him feel oddly happy somewhere deep inside of him. "No undergarments?" he asks, ignoring the comment of him being likened to a cub.
"Nope. Commando is better, cariño. You will see soon enough." Vaas just grins at him in an infuriatingly knowing manner, teeth bared in that predatory expression he is starting to expect. "Now get dressed." And with that he saunters out of the bedroom, leaving Jason to get changed.
Jason walks out into the main part of Vaas' warehouse/living area to shouting. The pirate lord is leaning against a stack of crates, and Liza is standing a few scant feet away from him screaming her head off. That Vaas looks like the perfect picture of calm in the face of Jason's ex-girlfriend screaming at him sends all sorts of warning signals to his brain. There is a faint stirring of anger at what she is doing, and he can feel his facial muscles pull into a snarl. "LIZA!"
His yell cracks through the warehouse a lot louder than he anticipates, but it garners the result he is aiming for. Liza shuts up and all eyes are on him. Jason doesn't bother to look at his brothers or friends to see their reactions. He only has eyes for Liza in this moment.
"Jason!" They all call for him at the same time, but Liza's voice is the only one he is focused on. He stalks towards her while she just stands there and stares at him, her expression quickly going from relief to confusion.
Vaas' red tank top fits him neatly, but the cargos are slightly too big for him and hangs low on his hips, though it can't be seen with the hem of the tank top thankfully covering the top couple inches of his pants. His gaze goes to the pirate lord for a quick second, taking in the appreciative expression that has formed there, then back to Liza.
She is looking him over with that still confused expression on her face, her gaze lingering on the bruise that had formed on his neck. "Jason… Is that a hickie?" Her expression morphs from confusion to hurt, as she knows that she hadn't put that mark on Jason, and he knows it.
Jason's expression lessens just a little, and the urge to rub the mark in Liza's face is the first thing on his mind. It will be cruel of him, and he knows this, but he so does not want to deal with her right now that he is willing to hurt her emotionally. "Why, yes, yes it is a hickie, Liza. You were just screaming at the person who gave it to me too." That cruel part of him relishes in the hurt blossoming even further in Liza's expression, but at the same time he knows it is likely to make the others distance themselves from him.
"Jason…?" Everyone else remains silent, but Liza is now on the verge of tears, her lower lip trembling. The sight does nothing to calm him or even make him feel remorse. He only gives her a sneer while he steps in closer, his teeth partially bared in a manner that makes him look feral.
"Back the fuck off and stay the fuck away from Vaas, Liza." He stares her down, but she is quick to shrink away from him and to flee back over to where the others are grouped together. Jason is almost disappointed.
"Jesus, Jason. What the hell is wrong with you?" Daisy is quick to step forward to defend Liza, the blonde's expression one of anger. She doesn't even flinch when Jason turns his attention to her.
"Looks like Grant hasn't told you anything." Jason's voice is cold, his gaze flicking towards his brother who returns his stare with a stony silence. "I knew the skydiving trip was a trap, because I've already gone through this fucking shit once. I'm not going to waste my breath on all the goddamn details, but Grant and Vincent would have ended up dead, I was stupidly roped into helping out a psychopathic bitch to help decimate Vaas here, and his merry band of pirates, along with his boss and his merry band of fucking military grade privateers. Said psycho bitch is Vaas' half-sister who had a goddamn magical tattoo put onto my fucking arm without my consent and was trying to turn me into some fucking warrior. The final test? I had to kill you, Liza, Riley, Ollie and Keith. When I refused to do that, she got pissy and sent me back using some of her fucking magic."
Jason pauses, only to take in a breath, and he looks around to see varying levels of shock on his friends' faces. Shock and something akin to betrayal. "Since I wouldn't have been able to explain why we couldn't go on the skydiving trip without looking like I was fucking insane, which I might add that I probably already am at this point, I decided to circumvent having any of you dying by offering myself to Vaas. He has obviously accepted my offer and the stipulations I gave him." Stipulations he is no longer going to waste his breath in repeating.
Everyone save for Grant still looks to be in shock, but he is done with explaining the situation to them. He has glossed over a lot, and intentionally keeps the fact that they would have almost ended up as slaves, while Keith had suffered a worse fate at the hands of Buck, from them. Then there had been when he had to torture Riley. Anything else is none of their goddamn business.
"Jason?" It is Riley who calls his name, and Jason looks to his baby brother, his own expression softening. "That tattoo you were talking about…" Riley's gaze goes to his left arm, now barren of the Tatau. "I would have believed you if you had shown it to us. I had noticed it when we were leaving the hotel, and I had been studying it when some more of it appeared on its own."
"We all would have listened to you, J." Grant speaks up now, his expression still stony but his tone is soft. He has apparently been thinking the conversation from last night over. "We wouldn't have gone on the trip."
Jason doesn't want to believe his siblings. Nor does he want to believe that his friends would have chosen to not go on the trip if he'd just sat down and try to convince them. "So you're saying that now that we're in this situation, you wouldn't have gone skydiving if I had shown you the magical tattoo and let you gawk over it while appeared? I don't think so. That could have easily been argued as disappearing and reappearing ink."
His friends and siblings don't know what to say to that, so Jason gives them one final sneer before he turns to Vaas. "Are we done here, Vaas? I would love to go kill something right now."
"Just one thing, Jason. Maybe two." He turns his attention to the group that is obviously deciding to disassociate themselves with Jason, his expression nearly mirroring what Jason's had looked like almost perfectly. "I don't give any fucks about any of you rich little white kids, but Jason here does. He is the reason why I have put up with your fucking disrespect and rudeness so far. The next time one of you disrespects me or him, I am going to fucking show you who is in fucking charge here. Do you fucking understand?" Vaas doesn't wait for a response and Jason honestly doesn't expect any of them to answer to the pirate lord. They're all giving him mixed looks of fear and hate. "You will each be given a room, since I am such a gracious fucking host here, to do whatever the fuck you want in. Don't fuck with me, Jason, or our plans and operations, and everything will be fucking peachy."
Jason waits a beat, and when nothing more comes from Vaas he lightly touches the pirate lord's shoulder to gain his attention. As soon as that dark brown gaze is on him he nods toward the heavy double doors that lead outside.
"Si, let's go find something to kill." Vaas takes the lead, since he has a dozen armed men outside, and Jason follows after him without so much as a backwards glance.
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