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Any Other Mission	By : CardDragonBall Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 2927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There was something decidedly indecent happening everywhere around him. It started with those dubious comments concerning proper lubrication. And it ended with this:

They hadn't left as originally planned. Six dusty lurkers had crawled into the caves to say that a sandstorm was everywhere and nobody could leave. The lurkers had all but decided to throw Jinx out in the sand--especially Lut--but the leader had told them it wasn't their place to be so shallow and animalistic. So, Jinx had consented, after offering an almost nonexistent apology ("It was your fault. Sorry you're all dumbasses") to a strip search of his person. The lurkers refused to allow him to stay in their caves unless he proved that he was boomless. (Lut, the much bereaved, had spent a great deal of time glaring angrily at Jinx but was not one of those assigned to the stripping mission.)

Two lurkers, one female, one male, took Jinx into a side aclove and watched him strip down to his skin. Jak had stood back near the wall with Daxter who was mostly hiding behind his shins. His arms crossed over his head, he watched through the thin opening as Jinx peeled off each layer of his clothing. He traced the lines down Jinx' back. Letting his eyes roam over the tanned skin, dipping lower and lower until Jinx looked over his shoulder and caught his eyes.

"What's he grinning at? Nobody's looking at you--you overgrown..." Daxter stared up at him. For a moment completely dumbfounded, as if he had just now realized that Jak had been staring. He pointed at the stupid blush creeping over his face and up his ears and attempted to speak. "Y-y--y-- OH! EW!" Daxter scrambled up to grab him by the hair with his feet against his chest. "Jak, buddy--anyone, and I mean anyone, but him."

There was a purring noise coming from the aclove and Jinx started chuckling. "Yeah," he said in an absolutely indecent tone, "Impressive isn't it?"

"Sutti! It is man-boy! Do not touch!"

"You can touch it," Jinx said. He cast another glance over his shoulder and Jak jerked his eyes down to stare at the ground. As if he could pretend that he hadn't been looking.
"See?! He's a dime-a-dip harlot getting fleshy with furries." Daxter shook him by the hair as if to beat this concept into him. And when he felt that he was being ignored he scampered up onto Jak's shoulder and boxed his fist right against the side of his head. "HELLO!" he shouted into his ear. "Anyone in here?" Then pulled back and gave him a look in answer to the frown he got from Jak. "Or have your brains moved south?"

"Sutti!"

There was a scuffle, several loud grunting noises and Lut came racing across the open room to defend the honor of his kind. He barrelled head first into the alcove just after Jinx slipped out of the opening with his shirt, gloves, shoes, utility belts and bandana in hand. His pants were barely on, hanging low enough that Jak could see the dark blond hairs leaning downward, drawing his eyes down until he felt Daxter slip off his back. He turned around to look down at the ottsel and in return recieved this statement.

"You're killing me, Jak. You're killing me."

Jinx pulled his shirt on, then his shoes and gloves and pulled the utility belts over his head. He plucked a cigar out of one of the pockets and put it in his mouth, pulled out a match, bent down and ran the sulfured end over Daxter's stomach. "Call me a common street bitch again," he said before he puffed the cigar into smoky life, "And I will." Then he stood up, gave Jak a look--one that he was helpless to decipher and defenseless against. His stomach turned to warm goo and his hips inched just slightly forward as he let his lips fall open and certain other areas were stirring.

Not because Jinx was just that good--not even close--just that it was the most rawly sexual look he had ever been on the receiving end of.

"Not yet, pretty boy."

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Interspecies carnality had never been a hobby of his. In fact, he clung rather arrogantly to the superior race ideal. Lurkers were fine and all, but he was better than them and they just had to deal with that. His precious fuck time was devoted solely to his own superior race. The thing with Sutti in the alcove was as close as he had ever come to crossing that line and destorying the last of his morals.

But she didn't even get a feel in. Lurker males were territorial that way.

He sat in the dim light of his tiny corner of a room, crossed legs with a board spread out across and balanced on his knees. He had a magnifying lens over one eye, looking at the intricate inner makings of what would be his most magnificient accomplishment. Sure, it was just a tiny bud now, barely wires held together by other little bits. Once he added the console and the explosives--this thing was going to be bigger, better, louder, and brighter than anything this world had seen before.

He concentrated on his work, humming to himself as he tinkered with the wiring, building the bomb from the belly out in his mind. Concentrated on that task the other current problems fell apart. There was no pretty boy ass, there were no shit-smelling lurkers, and there was no orange grinning annoyance calling him a hooker.

That was, of course, until said orange rat padded his way into the corner and looked at him impatiently with his arms crossed over his chest and his foot tapping the floor. "Was I the only one listening during our little talk?"

Jinx ignored him.

"Hello?"

He concentrated on the task at hand. Consciously ignoring the tapping orange foot on the ground next to him. Then there was something orange in the edge of his vision and then a floppy ear fell into his line of sight. He looked up to see the ottsel bending over the tray, squinting at the bud of wires in his hands. He sneered at the pest and shifted away from him.
Daxter just followed.

He scooted backward, closing his hand around the beginning of his baby and earned himself an offended ottsel look.

"I thought your boyfriend took all your gidgets." Orange hands on orange hips. A haughty self assured look on his face. "Just where were you hiding that?"

"Don't you have fleas to be scratching?"

"Let me see it! What is it?" Daxter jumped on him, reaching for his fist. Jinx lifted his hand up, Daxter jumped higher, grabbed him by the wrist--Jinx shook his arm--Daxter wrapped his legs around Jinx' arm and tugged at his fingers, trying to get them open to get to the prize inside. Jinx stubbornly held his fist closed and tried to push the little bastard off his arm.
Daxter bit him.

"OW!" Jinx grabbed the idiot by the back of the neck, yanked him off and threw him across the room. "You little--" But he was on his feet and after the rat before he could get any words out. Daxter, having some residual intelligence, took off running for his life. Jinx raced after him, reaching down to try and catch the bastard.

"JAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!" Daxter ducked through an open doorway, Jinx skidded on the dirty ground, almost fell, but caught himself and stayed on his feet.

"JAK HELP!"

But Jinx had his fingers around the bastard, pulled him up off the floor by the tail and held him upside down, frowned at him viciously.

In return he got a smug grin. The ottsel's little hands unfolded. "Drop something boom boy?" There in his palms was the tiny bud of wires that would give birth to his most magnificient bomb. He grabbed it back and tossed the ottsel over his shoulder at the wall.
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Daxter: Where are the other five hundred words?

Jinx: *cradling bomb baby and humming a lullaby*

Jak: O.o

Daxter: Its always the rugged bomber types...
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