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Disclaimer: I do not own the game this fic is based from (Jak & Daxter) or make any money from the writing of it.

Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 4
- 5
AN: I had a lot more fun writing this than I suspect I should have. Oh well! On with the last little part, shall we?

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GoodMorningBeautiful2005: Thanks for your continued readership! And yes, Sparkle & Shine is next on the list of stuff to work on.

Jesa: I do what I can to keep the fandom percolating from time to time. I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the efforts!

Tainted_Emerald: Where would I ever be without my heaping mounds of fluffity-fluff? Glad you thought the experiment worked out alright. And I did have a nice summer, thanks! :)

Kuromei: Don’t we just love seeing Jak have mental meltdowns? lol

Wilder: Glad I could oblige with something worthwhile to read!

Csi Forsythe: Intriguing the populace is what I do best, dear. You should know that by now…

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Jak lay perfectly still and silent, head pillowed on his arm as he feigned sleep. It was early morning in Haven City, and soft noises and movements at the end of the bed had brought the green-blonde abruptly to wakefulness. Now he simply observed as the ottsel he had shared said bed with the night before tossed and turned on top of the rumpled covers, oblivious to his audience.

Daxter whimpered, followed shortly by a choked squeaking sound that caught somewhere in his throat. One hand worked his slippery length, tip to sheath, sheath to tip, while the other moved restlessly between his legs. Every few seconds he would flop one way or another, open his legs wider, thrash his tail in agitation, before repeating the process in a different position. He groaned quietly, frustration dripping from the sound.

Being caught staring was inevitable. A wayward roll onto his side and Daxter opened his eyes briefly. They widened instantly when they landed on Jak, awake and alert and watching, and a quickly drawn breath was more than audible to the hero as his friend went still.

In the morning light, Daxter was aware of himself beyond his hormones. Jak remembered his own actions the night before in great detail. And now, in the stark brightness of the back guestroom, neither one of them was drunk.

“Hey,” Jak said quietly.

Daxter’s ears went back and he made an effort to close his legs, curling in on himself protectively. “J-jak, you’re uh… up.” He gulped nervously. “Uh, I can totally explain, here. I—I dunno what I was thinkin’ last night, askin’ you to… Precursors, I’m real sorry, Jak!” The look on the ottsel’s face morphed from nervous to frantic in seconds as Jak reached out suddenly, decisively, and wrapped an arm around him, hauling his struggling form closer.

“Really, Dax? I don’t want you to be sorry. Because I’m not.”

Daxter stopped fighting to get free and gaped, mouth open in shock as he stared up at Jak. Clearly he had been expecting a somewhat different reaction. “You…?”

“Looks like we’re not as done as I thought.” Brushing aside his friend’s amazement, Jak scooped him up with a gentle smirk and plopped the unresisting ottsel onto the pillow, belly up. His legs fell open in unconscious invitation, arousal plain against pale fur. Conveniently, Jak was rock hard under the sheets. “Better let me keep trying.”

There was another moment of shocked silence before a feathery groan escaped Daxter. He laid back into the pillow, allowing Jak complete charge. Wonder was still obvious in his gaze. “Jak, I gotta tell ya. Yer a pal in a million.”

Jak petted a silky yellow cheek, coaxed Daxter’s mouth cautiously open to accept the twisted corner of a sheet between his teeth. “So are you.” Then Jak lowered his head, put his own mouth to good use between furry thighs, and congratulated himself heartily on having the forethought to muffle the resulting squeals.

Daxter bucked and moaned, every thrust of his hips upward burying Jak’s face further in damp fur. Jak didn’t mind. He did mind when sharp claws began to pluck at his hair, pawing mindlessly and stinging. With one hand he quickly caught Daxter’s wrists together and pressed them to the bed over the ottsel’s head. Being held down seemed to make Dax even more excited, and he ground his teeth against the fabric between them as he whined and writhed.

“Shh, shh. I’m taking care of it.” It was as if they had never slept, had never interrupted the flow of their activities from the night before. Jak smiled softly as he felt ankles cross behind his head, making sure he didn’t go anywhere. Not like he intended to. He held Daxter’s wrists gently in one hand and stroked his soft belly with the other as he nuzzled, able for the first time in weeks to completely focus on something without his time in Praxis’ prison lurking in the periphery of his thoughts. Who said this was all for Dax, again?

“I love you, Jak.” Daxter had spit out the sheet corner, possibly not that great an idea, and was taking deep, semi-calming gulps of air. “Might sound weird, but I do.”

Jak was flattered and warmed by the confused-sounding declaration. Daxter never had been one to not say what was on his mind, even if it was blunt or rude or strange, so he knew it must be true. “Me too, Dax.”

“Really? Even with all the—”

“Of course. You’re my best friend.” The green-blonde nipped affectionately at the inside of Daxter’s thigh, just hard enough to be felt. A crazy night of sex wasn’t going to change that. “I wouldn’t be doing this for anybody else, y’know.”

“A girl? A human girl? A hot one? Get off it, Jak.” There was laughter behind the needy noises trying to break free.

Jak looked up as best he could, an exasperated grin tugging at his mouth. “You know what? You talk too much.” And he fitted his tongue almost perfectly to the slick shaft before him.

Daxter yipped like he’d been shocked, the entirety of his body from shoulders to hips rising off the mattress as he scrabbled to press against Jak’s mouth. It didn’t take much for the tongue to curl and twist, despite Jak’s raging blush at his own forwardness. He just closed his eyes and went with the flow, Daxter’s ragged breathing and bitten off curses echoing in his burning ears as he laved and sucked.

“Gods above, Jak—!” Daxter’s legs tightened around Jak’s neck, his tail whipping the blankets and head tossing on the pillow. Jak took the hand off his stomach to quickly cover his mouth. Not that he had expected less from his noisy little pal.

He took Dax to the very edge, until the thin arms trapped under his hand were shaking with the effort of holding back and the ottsel’s whole body seemed to be on the verge of snapping. Then Jak pulled back. He panted, looking up the length of that trembling form at his flabbergasted friend, then licked his lips and sat up entirely, pulling away from the encircling legs. Daxter sprawled free on the pillow, all wet eyes and rumpled fur, staring mutely up at Jak like he’d just been slapped.

Jak took a deep breath before tilting his ears, quirking a brow in some semblance of cocky confidence. “So what’re you gonna do about it?”

Understanding passed between them in the breath of a second, and like the lightning he had named himself for Daxter shot from the pillow to the middle of the bed, dropping to a crouch in front of Jak, more than willing to return the favor in exchange for a helping hand. They might be able to get used to this.

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Some time later, Jak ventured out of their room in a state of only partial undress. Daxter hadn’t been keen on letting him escape, but it was better than the alternative of someone coming to find out why they hadn’t been seen all morning. With Dax momentarily sated and snoozing in a nest of tangled sheets, Jak had found his wayward pants and an undershirt and slipped out.

Tess was easy enough to find. She was perched at the bar with a newspaper spread before her and piece of toast in hand, and looked up when Jak crept slowly in. “There you are!” she said brightly. “I was starting to wonder when you two would get up. Want some breakfast?”

“Yeah, that would be great.” Jak was beyond nervous. He took care to keep a fair distance. Even though the blonde barkeep was no mind reader, Jak couldn’t be sure she hadn’t heard what they had been up to last night. Or that she wouldn’t somehow pick up on it from his rumpled clothes, or his mussed hair, or the way he smelled, or something. Women were scary like that. “Thanks, Tess. I’ll, uh, take something in to Daxter, too.”

“He’s not up yet? Little sleepyhead.” She giggled delightedly.

“Well, he’s, uh…” Jak cleared his throat. “He’s not feeling very well.”

“Oh?” Tess put down her toast, smile fading. “Daxxie’s sick?”

“No, he’s not really sick, he’s just—” Jak searched for the words, “—not feeling like himself. I think he might just need a good rest.” Oh, that sounded lame. “I could use one too, really.” Even better! “If it’s okay, I think we’re going to stay for another day.” And have sex in her guest room for the whole duration of it. “Maybe two.” Sex so hot and messy they would never get the stains or the ottsel hair out of the bedspread. “As long as that’s not a bother?” If it was they would have to get a hotel room somewhere, because taking Daxter back to the Underground in his current state of mind would probably end with him humping Jak’s leg during a mission briefing.

“Of course you two are no bother.” Tess was smiling again, gentler, this time. “I’ll be working the whole time, and no one ever uses that room anyway. It’ll be like you’re not even here. But it gets sort of noisy during business hours. I hope you boys will be able to rest with all that racket.”

“It won’t be a big deal, Tess. Really.” The more racket made outside the room, the less the racket made inside of it would be likely to attract notice.

“Well then, that’s settled. If any word comes in from Torn I’ll make sure to send a memo back that you guys are here for a while longer. Oh, here! Let me get a little something put together for you. Do you like butter on your toast? How about some apple slices? There are oranges, too.”

A few minutes later Jak was headed back to the room with a breakfast tray piled high with goodies, more than pleased with how the encounter had turned out. That hadn’t been so bad at all. They had permission to weather Daxter’s condition in relative safety and seclusion, and Tess was none the wiser.

“Dax?” Jak nudged the door open with his elbow before ducking in with the food and kicking it shut again behind him. He would have to remember to lock it back in a minute. “Hey. Tess made us something to eat.”

Daxter, no longer napping, looked up with a guilty start. He seemed to have been interrupted in the act of rubbing off on the pillow. “Uh, hey there, Jakkie-boy. What took so long?”

The hero just grinned and offered him an orange quarter. “Here. Fruit for energy. Looks like you’ll need it.”

Daxter accepted the offerings gracefully, and within twenty minutes they were, indeed, putting that energy boost to good use.

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Tess waited a good half hour before following Jak down the back passage. Her pulse fluttered quickly beneath her red neckerchief, and she held her breath as she tiptoed over rough, creaky boards.

Jak had a face like an open book. He might have thought she didn’t suspect, but Tess was far from fooled. Something was definitely going on. Whether or not it was the something that she suspected it might be… well, that was another matter entirely.

Would it have killed her to get up and just look last night, after the third or so time she’d thought she had heard something strange? Probably not. But it had been a long workday, and she had been tired, and used to all the night sounds of a busy city like Haven drifting in from right outside her window. Weird noises during the night were far from odd, and she rarely stirred at anything less than someone trying to break into the saloon with a crowbar—which had actually happened once, to her supreme annoyance.

This was something entirely different. She could feel it. She could feel it, and Jak had looked like a night of sex on legs as he stood there in that sunbeam with disheveled hair and dazed, bedroom eyes. Tess had been snagged like a little trout: hook, line, and sinker. Now she had to know.

Being an undercover girl for a living, she had no problem gathering information without her targets’ knowledge. She might feel a little bad about spying on Jak and Daxter, but it wasn’t like she was doing it as blackmail. Whatever she found, no one would ever know about it but her. With those comforting thoughts, the blonde snuck up on the door to the guest room. Walking and breathing as quietly as she knew how, Tess placed a gentle hand on the doorknob and gave a delicate, miniscule twist. It gave. Taking a deep breath, she crouched down to be the less noticeable and put her eye to the tiny, tiny crack.

“Dax… Daxter—!”

A soft chuckle, almost a purr. “Ya like that, huh?”

For a moment Tess forgot how to breathe, and think, and do anything but stare. She forgot to feel pleased that she had been right in her suspicions. Her mind went totally blank as she drank in the sight behind the door.

Daxter lay draped over Jak’s naked body, head propped on the green-blonde’s chest, his hips fit perfectly against his friend’s. They rolled in a steady rhythm while Jak bucked up shallowly from below to meet him. That thick tail trailed back and forth over quivering thighs as Daxter’s fingers toyed with Jak’s chest, stroking the hard nubs there, while Jak’s own hands opened and closed on the headboard over his head. Jak panted, eyes at half mast, head tossing on the pillow as if conflicted.

Slowly Tess began to notice the smaller details. She noticed the beautiful sheen the morning sunlight from the window cast on Daxter’s fur and Jak’s damp skin. She noticed with some shock the sheer number of scars on that skin—how some looked alarmingly, pitifully, recent. She noticed just how much younger the expressions of bliss chasing each other across Jak’s face made him look than his usual distrustful scowl, and how Daxter’s familiar smile lit up with affection and amusement as he coaxed his friend along.

When Jak came it was with a sharp gasp that never would have been heard if someone hadn’t been purposefully eavesdropping. His hands closed convulsively on the headboard and his blue eyes fluttered shut. Daxter laughed quietly and bent his head to lick at where his fingers had been petting, leaving his hands free to wander over a muscled torso. Jak shuddered and finally went still—still but for the heaving of his chest that moved the ottsel stretched across it steadily up and down. His hands fell from over his head and landed unerringly on Daxter’s back, where they began to pet firmly, methodically, as if he were trying to calm himself down. Daxter sighed happily and arched into the caresses.

Tess swallowed with great difficulty, her mouth suddenly dry as cotton gauze. She shouldn’t be watching this.

One of Jak’s big hands skated down Daxter’s back, down one orange haunch, and after a few careful feels began to stroke under the ottsel’s upraised tail. Daxter let out a little cry and reached up to grip Jak’s shoulders as he rocked and squirmed. In no time at all he was clinging to Jak as he cried out again, muffled this time by a thoughtful hand from his friend. For a moment they were both still and quiet, save for faint panting from them both.

Tess tensed. She had to go. She had stayed too long already. Just as she was about to pull back, however, Daxter raised his head from Jak’s chest. He looked up at the green-blonde, head cocked to the side as he scrutinized.

“What?” Jak asked softly, and then laughed as Daxter suddenly reached up to scratch at the underside of his goatee.

“Nothin’. Just thinkin’ that this doesn’t look half bad on you, hot stuff.”

Jak blushed—after what had just happened, actually blushed!—and muttered something incomprehensible. Then he gathered Daxter up into a tight hug, rolling to his side and tucking the laughing ottsel against his chest. The kiss he applied to one furry, grinning cheek was the last thing Tess saw before she pulled her face back from the door and rose soundlessly to her feet.

The blonde shut the door again, very slowly and quietly. Though she knew she should be hightailing it away from the scene, she stood and stared at her hand resting on the doorknob. Her palms were damp. So were her panties. She was jealous of someone, but she wasn’t sure who. And even if she had known the two on the other side of that door well enough to ask them to let her join in, she instinctively knew that it wasn’t the time. Right now, at least, for whatever reason, Jak and Daxter needed time to just be alone together.

Stifling a deep sigh, Tess walked away; not back toward the bar, but in the direction of her own room. The warmth and butterflies in her belly had yet to dissipate. She wondered absently if she would ever again be able to look either of the boys in the eye and not become immediately hot under the collar. For now, though, she had three hours until opening time, new batteries in her favorite vibrator, and a slew of wonderful images to commit to memory. The situation wasn’t entirely bad.

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The end.

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(2^nd)AN: I am totally working on All That Glitters now. I AM. It is next to be finished, hopefully before Doomsday. *sigh* Thanks for all your patience, everyone.
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