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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
AN: I toyed seriously with the notion of posting everything up to the edge of the smut, and then giving the smut next week. But then I didn’t. For once in my life, I won’t be a cruel, cliffhanging writer. Hope you all enjoy the opportunity I wasted to make everyone squirm!
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CrabRangoonMonster: Nice Darth Vader impersonation, dude. I’m serious.
Kuromei: Hopefully the next year of ficage will be better than the last. Gotta think positive. Even if I am a sick little writer and readily admit as much.
Mrs. Ero-Cook: No, I couldn’t really leave you hanging. Here is the smut. Feel privileged!
Truthasfarasitgoes: Yeah. Sadly, some kind of trope had to appear. And you’re fine. Really. lol
Doll: Demons don’t have much use for the skull gems, but Dax might enjoy hanging onto it. Ottsels are for another time, though I’m sure the demons are well aware of them. Seems like I’m going to get smacked around if I don’t provide with the smut, so I shall.
Franko: In celebration of every day now being Friday, have smut. Lots of smut. All of the smut.
Grimreaperchibi: Sadly, we’ve been outvoted on dragging out the smut. We might both die if I withhold it, in ways much worse than Metal Head claws. Demons might need to be revisited in the future, however…
Tainted_Emerald: Yes, you should totally give kudos to Grimreaper! We share so many wonderful and fun ideas, it's ridiculous. I'm glad you like the premise and Dark!Demon!Jak. The stringing out of chapters is at an end now, so please do enjoy.
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Characters: Belong to Naughty Dog, Inc.
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Since that first night when Jak had cut him down off a pole and saved him from the desert, Daxter had never flown with him after dark. As he had been unconscious for that first nighttime flight, he hadn’t given a thought to how cold it would be this time. Instead of the sun beating down from above and the wind providing a cool relief, this time the breeze chilled him to the bone.
“I gotta have a bath,” he announced as they reached Jak’s cozy rock-chamber room after releasing Mar to the indulgent care of the girls. “Gotta. My hands are numb.”
I’m sorry. My dark energy keeps me so warm, I forget sometimes that everyone else might be cold.
Daxter glanced back over his shoulder as Jak followed him into the little anterior bathing room. It was almost as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting the redhead out of his sight, even deep within the safety of the den. “I highly doubt there’s Metal Heads in yer bathroom, big guy. I can do this without an eye witness.”
No!
The almost frantic alarm pulsing behind the denial brought Daxter up short. The whole thing would have been silly if he couldn’t feel exactly how keyed up the earlier accident had his friend. “Jak, buddy, I’m tellin’ ya that I’m fine. Really! You gotta believe me on this. It’s gonna be okay.” He reached out to take a big hand in his own and pat it reassuringly, but stopped short a moment later. “Jak, what happened ta yer claws?!”
I stopped channeling when we got back. I’m not drawing dark energy right now.
“So if ya stop channelin’ ya lose yer claws?” he asked in wonder, looking up at his friend’s face for confirmation. What he saw there was perhaps even more surprising; Jak’s eyes were no longer inky black. They were now a dark, dark blue and growing lighter by the second.
Yes. They’re weapons. I won’t need weapons right now. It was true. As he spoke, his lethal claws had dwindled to little more than slightly pointy black fingernails.
Daxter examined the hand in fascination. He had known that what type of energy a demon developed the most affinity for was the type that they grew to channel, and what type they channeled shaped their physical characteristics to some degree. Plant-like Samos with his green growing energy had no claws whatsoever. Neither did little Mar, whose wings were getting bluer every day with the influence of the sprightly energy of motion. But Dax hadn’t realized that it was possible for them to stop channeling at will.
Jak’s clawless hand gently closed around his own. You really are cold…
“Does that mean I got permission ta take my bath?” Dax joked.
Please. I have to stay with you. You can’t go away. I have to see you, to know you’re alright. You can’t understand how much I need—
“Whoa, whoa!” The rush of uneasiness, almost desperation, from the demon was enough to make Daxter a little sick to his own stomach. “Yer right about one thing, I totally do not understand any of this. But since ya really are freakin’ out on me, I guess the only way we both get what we’re after is if you come in with me.”
Jak’s relief was palpable. He seemed to relax all over, though he didn’t release the smaller hand he still held. Yes. Thank you.
Daxter’s cheeks went red. Somehow he still hadn’t been expecting that answer. “Uh… okay then. Shall we?”
He was followed over to the tub-trough with no more fuss. Now, however, it was his turn to be nervous. When Jak pulled loose the wrap at his waist and easily let it fall, the redhead looked quickly away. Kissing, they had done. A bit of soft petting, they had done. But Jak had always called a halt to their explorations of each other long before nakedness could become a factor. He had never even had the chance to sneak a feel beneath his friend’s loincloth. Though he certainly seemed to want with an equal fervor, Jak had so far been all about that iron self-control, wary of the deep bonds formed between demon lovers. Full frontal exposure was sudden and unexpected.
By the time Daxter haltingly shed his clothes Jak was already in the bath, reclining easily in the warm, ever-flowing water. Dax sized up the situation. The tub seemed big to him. Jak and his wings had the room to stretch out a bit. But the two of them together would make for a tight fit.
Jak solved the problem neatly by opening his arms with an inaudible invitation.
Almost shyly, cheeks and ears pinker than ever, Dax slid into the water and settled slowly into his boyfriend’s lap. Because Jak was his boyfriend, damn it, and he had been waiting on some sort of signal that it was okay to get a little closer for weeks. He just hadn’t expected such a signal to be so abrupt.
“Feel better now?” he asked wryly as he tried to settle in the least intrusive way possible.
Yes. With a rumbling purr Jak’s arms folded around him and pulled him close.
Daxter stiffened a little as he was hugged to that broad, slick chest, but relaxed almost at once. The satisfaction and sudden content being projected by his friend could do nothing but put him at ease. He settled back and began to splash hot water over his chilled arms, basking in the flush of warmth. This was actually quite pleasant.
How does your leg feel? Jak asked after a moment. The question seemed almost quiet compared to the confidence of his normal projections.
“Feels like nothin’ ever happened to it. Ol’ Green-stuff worked wonders.” Daxter hoisted said leg out of the water and braced it on the edge of the bath. Three faint white lines, one for each Metal Head claw, remained from upper thigh to knee to mark the bloody wound he had sported only hours ago. “See? Check that out. Good as new, baby!”
Apparently Jak begged to differ. He frowned deeply as he laid a hand over the faint marks. It shouldn’t have happened at all.
“That, my friend, is what they call an accident,” Daxter pointed out with a roll of his eyes. “Stuff that shouldn’t happen but does anyway.”
I should have been there to keep it from happening!
Dax scoffed. “Yeah, sure. And exactly how was that gonna work, Jak? You gotta hunt. I can’t fly, so therefore I can’t hunt like you can. I babysit Mar so all the useful people can go be useful. You babysitting both of us just defeats the purpose. I’m less than useless ta yer family if I can’t even take care of myself, an’ that ain’t cool with me. Yer gonna hafta get used ta the idea that you can’t be with me all the time, pal. It just ain’t practical.”
Dark, mutinous, somehow pouty feelings bubbled up from the partially submerged demon. No. I can’t be with you all the time physically.
A red brow rose. “So yer sayin’ there’s an option B?”
Jak was quiet for a long moment, save for a medley of mixing emotions—everything from nervous uncertainty laced with the smallest bit of fear, all the way down to hesitant hope. There is. If we… we could deepen our bond.
“How’s that?” Daxter asked curiously. “I thought we were gettin’ pretty tight already.”
We are. But you… remember how I told you once how closely mates bond? That they share emotions and thoughts no matter how far away from each other they are? He glanced up at Daxter’s face from a studious examination of the swirling water. No matter where I was and what I was doing, if you were in trouble, I would know. His small frown deepened once more into a scowl. The only reason I realized that you needed help today was because of my sibling bond with Mar—I knew that he was in danger, and you were with him, so you would be in danger, too. Even then, Dad felt it first. I didn’t get back until it was too late to help. I hate that. HATE it.
Wincing at the snarl behind the words, Daxter unthinkingly began to pet Jak’s chest and shoulders soothingly. “I know, big guy, I know. I can’t deny it’d be way cool if we could keep tabs on each other like that. But ta do it, we’d hafta be…?”
Mates. Yes.
The redhead chewed his lower lip lightly. The connotations of that were pretty deep. “Wow. That’s a pretty serious commitment, huh? I mean, ya don’t just back on out whenever ya feel like it.”
Jak looked up a bit anxiously. Well, mated pairs can separate. It’s not like they’re stuck together for life. It just… usually winds up that way. The bond isn’t totally unbreakable, but it’s very, very strong.
“And everybody’d know about it?”
Yes. Mating bonds are hard to hide. Jak grinned slightly. I wouldn’t want to hide it, anyway.
The sentiment warmed something in Daxter’s chest. Jak wouldn’t be ashamed to be open about being his steady. “Course ya wouldn’t. Yer dad would be mad at you hookin’ up with me, y’know. Massively mad.”
He would not. You saved Mar’s life today, he said so himself. We owe you a blood debt.
“Then he turned around an’ saved my life right back, so the debt cancelled out. He ain’t gonna go handin’ out dating rights ta his oldest kid as payment he doesn’t owe, dork.”
Regardless. If he’s upset, he can get over it. Jak leaned forward ever so slightly to nibble gently at a freckled patch of pale shoulder. His nervous discontent seemed to be lifting at Daxter’s lack of outright refusal.
Daxter shivered at the light touch of teeth and tongue at the sensitive juncture of his neck and shoulder. His arms rose automatically to rest around Jak’s neck.
Very soon after Jak had first brought him to the den and claimed responsibility for him, the redhead had almost resigned himself to the permanent position of friends with occasional make-out benefits. After all, he couldn’t even begin to compare to the physical prowess of the other demons, nor could he boast their energy channeling abilities. He was better suited to being Jak’s pet or his servant than his equal. But now, against all odds, Jak actually seemed serious about this mate business.
Be my mate, Daxter? Jak asked hesitantly, nuzzling his neck in the most winning of ways. Affection thrummed in the air like the purring of a giant cat. I’ve never cared about anyone the way I care about you. Please stay with me. Be with me.
Well, what else could he possibly say? He melted against Jak’s chest with a big, stupid smile. “Okay. Long as yer sure ya won’t regret bein’ paired up with a human, an’ you take the blame when yer daddy flies of the handle, I’ll be yer mate.”
Jak’s happiness burst through the space between them like light through a prism, making Daxter gasp with the force of it. Moments later he was enfolded in a tight embrace with a very enthusiastic demon’s mouth fused to his own. He returned the kiss gladly, hands coming up to gently grip Jak’s ears they way he knew the other liked. The evening had officially redeemed itself—from almost certain death to a naked cuddle and an agreement to a long-term relationship with his favorite demon. It was the last thing he would have expected, and that made his wonder all the greater as Jak deepened the kiss.
Daxter flushed anew as Jak’s tongue curled around his own and large, temporarily clawless hands stroked down his back. Ooooh, this was hot. He jumped as the hands slid lower still, coming to rest on the curve of his ass and squeezing lightly. “Whoa! Gettin’ a little brave, aren’t ya?” he giggled.
Jak just purred, smug and happy, his eyes lazily hooded as he nipped at the redhead’s chin. Mine. My mate. Mine mine mine.
“Yeah, I’m yer mate.” Daxter wriggled in that possessive hold, the waves of emotion coming thick and fast off his partner almost making him dizzy. Dizzy and more than a little aroused. “Mmm, Jak…” His neck was being thoroughly laved by a hot tongue. “That feels great…”
Good. Good good good.
Dax wanted to laugh at Jak’s departure from the Land of Complete Sentences, but before he could open his mouth for a teasing comment a strong image entered his head, sudden and clear as day. His eyes widened and he gasped sharply. “Jak!”
Yes…? All innocence. As if he hadn’t just been projecting completely uncensored naughty images of where else his tongue could go that would feel great.
“You wouldn’t.” He slugged Jak in the upper arm, face and ears hotter than the bath water. So was that tense spot low in his belly. “We barely even got past kissin’. No way you’d… that.”
Would. A daring lick lower, across a pronounced collar bone.
“Totally would not!”
Jak glanced up at him, his dark, blue-black eyes sultry. We will be mates. I can do whatever I want. Whatever you want. What do you want, Dax? What will make you feel good?
Daxter’s mouth went dry at the strange gleam in those eyes, and his ears abruptly drooped. “Whatever we want?” he squeaked, eyes going wide once more. “Y’mean… uh… like, now? Tonight?” His hands went back to brace on Jak’s shoulders as a point that should have been obvious to him from the beginning suddenly straightened itself out in his brain and clicked into place. “Oh! Oh, uh—damn!”
Jak purred inquisitively, hands still kneading at Daxter’s hips.
“Y’mean ya wanna… take me?” Dax asked hesitantly.
Yes yes. We’ll be real mates tonight. When I claim you, you’ll be mine. Mine mine mine. And I’ll be yours. Deep satisfaction accompanied the thought, along with another slew of explicit images.
Yes, his latest set of assumptions had been totally wrong. They wouldn’t be mates in name only, a label for the sake of simplicity and formality. Jak wanted the act, too. The entire act. The heavy erection pressing between them illustrated that, if nothing else did.
Daxter swallowed hard and wavered. Years of hard observation on the streets made him instinctively wary. That kind of interest shown in a boy by another male usually meant someone was going to limp away bleeding, with a handful of payment as compensation, if they were lucky. But… surely that wasn’t what Jak meant to do. Jak cared too much to hurt him, and anyway he had said that mates could feel each other’s pain.
He fidgeted, hips rocking slowly against his friend’s under the water. “Yer gonna be easy, right? I’ve seen what can happen when a guy takes it back there an’ it can get ugly, even when they done it before—which I haven’t, by the way.”
You’ve never seen mating before. Jak’s firm answer surprised him. You’ve seen rutting. No care. No emotion. His lips found their way back to the redhead’s almost tenderly. I will be so gentle, before you know it you’ll be mad at me for not going harder.
Daxter leaned into the kiss with a grin, letting Jak lick and nibble his worries to the back of his mind. “Pretty confident fer somebody who ain’t done this before, either.” He ran his palms down Jak’s chiseled chest, pausing to rub at stiff, darker gray nipples in a way that made the demon growl low in his throat. “Okay. Let’s do this thing.”
Contrary to his predictions, however, Jak did not immediately toss him over the ledge of the tub and go to town. Instead he carried on with his steady but eager explorations of the smaller human. Daxter returned the favor. Hands wandered, fingers trailing over sensitive places until, eventually, the inevitable was reached. Daxter shivered in nervous delight as Jak’s hand wrapped around him for the first time. He moved to respond in kind, shaky hands carefully weighing the thick cock he found jutting from a nest of what wasn’t so much hair as a thicket of soft, snowy white fur.
“Damn, big guy. I should’a figured that all of ya was big, but…” His fingertips could barely meet his thumb around it, and he had long fingers. “I dunno if this is gonna fit in me!”
I’ll just have to prepare you very, very well. Stretch you… slick you… lick you…
Daxter whimpered at the slow, steady pressure on his arousal, as well as the illustrative images that poured unbidden into his brain. Were demons just instinctively hardwired to be sex gods, or something? “You totally got rid’a yer claws on purpose,” he accused breathlessly.
Jak smiled almost coyly. Well, I was hoping. Never hurts to be prepared.
“Pun intended?” Daxter grinned.
Pun intended.
“Well, better get a move on, huh?” The redhead tried his best to be flirty and seductive even as he stood up from the water none too gracefully. “Seems like the bed might be a better place ta—ahh!”
With a mischievous growl, Jak grabbed for his legs. Daxter went down with a splash, hands and chest on the warm, damp stone of the floor while his back end remained in the water of the bath trough. Jak’s quick hands kneaded up the backs of his thighs in a way that made his whole spine go weak. He gasped as soft kisses began to descend on the pale skin of his upturned rear—kisses not altogether unbroken by an accompaniment of playful nips.
“Bed, bed, I said bed!” Daxter laughed helplessly. The warm droplets still clinging to his skin gave him the slippery edge he needed to squirm away and dart for the aforementioned piece of furniture without bothering with a towel or clothes.
Jak was right behind him, water streaming off his wings in bright rivulets as he happily gave chase. Once, twice he followed Daxter around the bed. It wouldn’t be as much fun if he wasn’t made to work for it. Before he pounced upon his helpless prey for the incapacitating capture, though, Jak stopped.
“What’cha doin’, pal?”
Jak’s head tipped as if he were listening for something. As Daxter watched he looked under the bed and behind the large, wooden chest in the corner. He stuck his head out from behind the door curtain, presumably looking up and down the tunnel corridor outside. Then, from the wall near the doorway, he hefted a large, flat sheet of shale that seemed to be set aside for the purpose and slid it across the opening. There. Simple precautions.
Daxter had to laugh as he shared Jak’s thoughts of a bright-eyed, playful Mar doing his best to ambush his big brother and “friend” with a set of slowly developing stalking skills. It had become a very regular occurrence of late, and right now was obviously a bad time for a repeat.
Everyone else should get the hint to stay far, far away from us tonight, but I don’t trust that little Widget one bit. The idea of personal space isn’t something he’s managed to wrap his mind around yet, even when someone’s actively projecting “GO AWAY.”
“Well, he’s still a little guy. Probably hasn’t learned how ta want his own privacy yet,” Daxter defended with a giggle, but his blush had returned with a vengeance. It hadn’t occurred to him until that moment that anybody who happened to pass within decent range of Jak’s room would easily pick up on what they were doing in there.
Jak tuned in to his discomfiture immediately, of course, and crossed the space between them to nuzzle his cheek with a purr. Don’t be embarrassed. We’re doing something amazing tonight. It’s perfectly natural.
“Easy fer you ta say. Humans don’t make a habit ta broadcast what goes on in their bedrooms, bucko.” But his lackluster griping gave way easily to Jak’s affectionate nudges, and before he knew it they were deep in the middle of the demon’s nest of blankets and pelts, necking like it was going out of style.
Jak was, coincidentally, fantastic at necking. He knew exactly when and where and how hard to apply those sharp incisors, nibbling delicately without breaking skin. Daxter gave a stilted groan and arched up into him, earning a lick of praise that began on his pulse point but trailed steadily downward. He squirmed as that hot tongue traveled down his sternum, lapped at his nipple for a moment or two, and just kept descending.
“Precursors, Jak!” he squeaked, as the tongue paused to dart into his bellybutton.
A silent question was asked.
Daxter took a deep breath and nodded, biting his lip as he consciously opened his legs to give Jak space. A loud purr greeted the action, a rush of happiness and thanks from Jak, and then the hot, wet mouth was lapping at the head of his cock, tasting his arousal for the first time. Daxter clamped a hand over his own mouth to muffle the squeal that tried to escape—even though the whole damn demon clan could more than likely hear the tumult of his mental-emotional pleasure, he was not going to enhance it with an audible soundtrack.
I think your voice is cute, Jak chuckled. He looked like a pet allicat whiskers deep in long-sought cream. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he licked and lapped, and then he was lowering his head to take all of the redhead inside, always careful of sharp teeth.
For his part Daxter writhed, fingers buried in the soft covers beneath him. He had thought about this act before, of course, backwards and forwards, but never had he imagined that a mouth on him could be so good. He was drawing gasping breaths in no time at all, bucking up into swirling tongue and sucking lips moments after that, and letting out a stifled keen an embarrassingly short amount of time later. His entire body shuddered under Jak before he went limp, a dazed, sweaty mess.
Satisfied, delighted, possessive, predatory energy was all but crackling off Jak. He licked Daxter clean of all traces of his release, then crawled back up the redhead’s body the way he had come. Wild-eyed, wild-maned, wings half unfurled above them, he would have looked terrifying if Daxter hadn’t been convinced that he was the sexiest creature alive. He insisted upon another deep kiss, and though Dax wrinkled his nose a bit at the taste of himself on Jak’s tongue, he took it without a bit of complaint. A miniscule price to pay for such amazing attentions.
“Do I get ta repay that favor?” he asked, grinning like an idiot when their lip lock broke.
Jak actually hesitated. I want… we… other things we… His priorities were obviously in a state of mass chaos, a small war waging around his head. He wanted Daxter to be able to play, to learn him as well—great Creators he wanted to come—but he wanted to claim the redhead even more and they hadn’t even begun prepping yet—
“Hey,” Daxter whispered into one long, flushed gray ear. “We got time, big fella. I’m not leavin’ this bed ‘til yer all done with me, don’t worry about that. Let me have a little fun first. All that prep’s gonna take time, right? You’d be miserable if ya had ta hang so long.”
Jak shivered, a tremor running up his wings and down his anxiously twitching tail as Daxter slowly reached down to palm his erection. He hissed softly, eyes closed to tiny slits, and bucked shallowly into Daxter’s hand. It took little prompting after that for him to ease back and give his partner room to settle between his thighs. He couldn’t lie on his back very well thanks to his wings, but he did brace his hands on the bed and lean back into them.
“Whoa, Jak… yer all wet,” Dax murmured, entranced by the appearance of slick, clear fluid pooling at the tip of that heavy cock. It coated his hand and spread down the shaft, more taking its place at the slit as soon as it was wiped away with the pad of a thumb.
Makes it easy, Jak managed with some difficulty, more preoccupied with keeping his hips still than explaining.
Dax got the idea. Natural lubricant, produced by the males of the species, in quantities much, much greater than the pre-ejaculate of humans. He let out a silent sigh of relief. This would make things so much easier, indeed. Jak could be as gentle as he liked, but they wouldn’t get far without pain with only spit for lubrication. That relief made him bolder, and he leaned down to lick off the next droplets that welled up. Jak arched his back and growled a deep groan, hair trailing the bed as he sank down from leaning on his hands to propping on his elbows.
“Ooh, I made yer toes curl!” Dax teased delightedly as he considered the clean, musky taste on his tongue. In a weird way it tasted earthy—just like the demons themselves felt. They were a part of the nature that surrounded them, so why not? Pleased with himself, he went back in for the real deal.
Jak began to huff and pant like he was being punched in the gut over and over as Daxter took the head of him into his mouth. It was far too long and thick for him to try to take much more than that, but Jak’s ready-made fluid coupled with his own saliva dripping around his lips ensured that his hand could stroke up and down the remainder of the shaft with ease. Well, it could until he first felt the bulge, anyway.
“Wha’ the heck is that?” the redhead pulled back to pant in confusion, looking down at the erection he was working. “Is this thing gettin’ bigger, or is it just me?”
Jak laughed breathlessly. His tail flipped against the pillows. Yes, it’s bigger. Don’t worry. Keep going?
“Yeah, but what is it?” Dax asked curiously, working the swollen spot with his fingers. It was a little more than half way down the length of Jak’s flushed shaft and seemed to be getting bigger the more attention he paid to it.
It… knot. Jak’s composure was cracking like thin glass. His nails gripped the bedding tightly as his undulating tail batted a pillow to the floor. Keeps us… togetherrrrr…!
Oh. Oh, wow. Oh, damn, was that bulge thick as fuck. How was he ever going to take that? As he fretted, Daxter continued to play tentatively. Maybe it would go down again when Jak wasn’t so excited, and then he could get it inside before it began to get bigger again? His circled fingers caught around the top of it on the down stroke, and Jak grunted sharply.
Daxter smiled almost deviously. “I know what Jak li-iiikes,” he half sang, and carefully squeezed the knot of flesh in question.
Jak’s hips jolted into the contact. He let out a short, sharp cry as a spurt of fluid shot out to splatter on his stomach.
Point taken. Daxter’s mouth returned, wrapping around the head and sucking as his hand slowly, rhythmically squeezed Jak’s knot. The demon’s wings fluttered, his upper body almost convulsing up and off the bed as he came with a desperate snarl.
Giddy pride swept through Daxter even as he cleared his throat of the sticky mess that resulted. He had done it! His partner was happy! And his first blow job had been given on his own terms, a rare accomplishment for someone of his status. “Heh. Ya know, I swore a long time ago I’d never do that fer money. An’ hey. That yell of yers? Priceless.”
Jak growled as he twisted about, got his stiffened limbs back under control and stalked up to his redhead on hands and knees. Never do that for anyone else EVER, for ANYTHING. You’re MINE. Mine mine mine mine!
There were no complaints offered, nor sentiments to the contrary.
Daxter eased back graciously as Jak clambered on top of him again, but this time the demon didn’t hesitate to go for the prize. He was back between spread legs in a moment, licking at whatever caught his fancy. The redhead laid easy and pliant, no longer so embarrassed, taking enjoyment both from the physical pleasure and how much pleasure Jak was deriving from giving him an extended tongue bath. He shivered as his reawakening erection was bypassed for lower territory, but when that inquisitive tongue trailed his entrance his eyes flew open with a squawk.
“Oh, hell no!” He closed his knees around Jak’s head on reflex, fingers buried in white hair as he tried to shove the demon’s face back. “Not that, not there!”
Why? Jak asked, honestly curious as he pulled his suddenly ruffled head free.
“Why? ‘Cause it’s gross, that’s why! Not ta mention humiliating!”
Not to me. I don’t mind. It will help me stretch you. And it will feel good.
Daxter’s knees stayed stubbornly shut.
Please? came the amiable purr, Jak’s cheek resting on a bony knee as he practiced puppy eyes on his suspicious mate-in-training.
Slowly, doubtfully, Daxter allowed access. Part of him was still screaming that this was the lowest level of self-debasement, but the majority of his consciousness was tuned in to Jak and what he was feeling—entirely enthusiastic about one more facet of mating. “Well… okay. I guess. But just fer a second, okay? If I don’t like it I’m gonna kick you in the head, you got it?”
Got it. Now… roll over?
Biting back a sour comment, Daxter did as he was asked.
Three minutes later, with his face buried in his arms, his ass in the air, and his entire vocabulary of expletives exhausted, he vowed to shut up and let Jak do what he wanted, because obviously the demon knew what the hell he was doing. Daxter squirmed on the tongue inside him, moaning like an alley whore as that slick muscle stretched and teased. He had been dead wrong. What should have been the most abhorrent of violations was rendered an exotic new pleasure by the waves of love and desire that poured from Jak as he performed the insanely intimate act. Giant hands gripped his hips firmly, keeping them still. Despite the steadying hold his hard cock trailed back and forth across the pelts between his legs, the soft fur collecting the dribbles of pre that escaped the tip.
“Jak!” he mewled, humiliatingly needy and not caring.
As if in answer to a plea he didn’t know he was making, fingers soon joined the tongue. Warm muscles, already slicked, easily allowed them in. Daxter shifted against them, adjusting to the strange sensations much easier than he had thought he would. Bless Jak and his presumptions for getting rid of those claws, though!
Jak himself was holding together impressively. Every hissed breath was accompanied by a surge of possessive want and clear physical desire. He didn’t rush through preparing the smaller boy, though. By the time searching, stretching fingers brushed a spot deep inside that Daxter had more than half believed didn’t exist, sending raw pleasure rushing up his spine and his cock, he was begging breathlessly for still more.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, my gods! Jak, please!” he sobbed.
Finally, finally Jak withdrew. Daxter had a brief respite to force air into his lungs. Then a hot, hard, wet cock was brushing up against him and two sets of mutual desires clashed together like silent cymbals. The natural lubrication Jak was dripping slicked him further, and before Jak could collect enough wits to slow the proceedings Daxter was pushing back onto him, grinding his teeth at the fresh stretch.
The demon groaned through his own, much sharper, teeth as he began to slip inside, wings flaring over his head until they almost brushed the ceiling stones. Daxter, wait—!
“No, no wait!” Dax demanded hoarsely. “You better get where yer gonna be before that bulge a’ yers swells back up or we’ll be shit out’a luck. I’m ready!” He leaned back stubbornly, forcing another inch of Jak inside him. “Ooooh, shit, that feels—” good hurt more yes “I can’t even—!”
Slowly, very slowly, Jak began to thrust. His breath hitched in time with his movements, every exhale a shuddering growl as he pressed forward and withdrew again and again, ever careful of his smaller partner. His hands clutched sharp hipbones, bruising in their intensity even as he tried to hold back. Daxter didn’t mind. At last, slicker and easier all the time, he was hilted deep inside.
Daxter loosed a strangled moan. More more more. “Okay. Okay. Move. I got this. It’s all good, big guy.”
The reassurance seemed to deal the final blow to Jak’s willpower. The last of his restraint melted away. Suddenly his tail whipped up to wrap around Daxter’s leg, pulling it sharply to the side. The redhead yelped in surprise as his knees slid even further apart, his spine bowed to compensate, and Jak began to thrust. Over and over he buried himself fully, only to withdraw until only the tip remained, and repeat the entire process again. Daxter, head hanging as he panted harshly, just concentrated on not falling on his face. His wildest imaginings had never come close to the reality of the actual experience. Jak’s pleasure sang through the human’s veins alongside his own, and the powerful pulses of emotion radiating from the demon assured that the same was happening to him.
Stretching eternities and fleeting seconds passed. Slowly but surely Jak’s knot began to swell once more under the heady stimulation. Each time the growing girth of it pulled out of Daxter or pressed in Jak loosed a sound very much like a whimper, echoed by a short, sharp cry from the redhead.
Finally, as the almost full knot popped back inside with an alarming resistance, Daxter reached back to clutch at Jak’s hip with an even louder cry. “Ah! Stop! You gotta… stay… inside, pal. Stay inside. Please.”
Sorry. Jak licked and nipped the back of his neck lightly in apology, still moving slowly inside him but no longer attempting to withdraw past the extra width.
The knot continued to expand. Finally, just when Daxter was close to panic with the thought that he absolutely could not take any more pressure, Jak gave a full-body shudder above him.
That’s it. He moaned deeply, shifting atop his partner. We… we’re tied. You are mine.
Relief. Satisfaction. Joy. Elation. Contentment. A maelstrom of emotion so complete Daxter had no hope of deciphering whose was whose as it swirled between them. His arms abandoned their last valiant effort at keeping him upright and he collapsed abruptly to the bedding from the waist up.
Jak rocked against him, steady and powerful, the swollen bulge of his knot buried deep inside. Daxter moaned helplessly as the hard flesh filled him completely, keeping constant pressure on the feel-good spot. Every so often Jak would give a little tug, and the back of his knot would pull against Daxter’s slick, abused entrance, stretching until he cried out in sweet pain, then pressing back inside again. He didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have ever been so thoroughly—and willingly—debauched.
Disoriented as he was, Daxter knew immediately when they passed the point of no return. Jak went rigid on an in-stroke, wings entirely unfurled over them, before he spread himself along the redhead’s back. Daxter gasped as he was pressed completely into the blankets, Jak’s solid weight on top of him. But instead of feeling crushed, he felt—gods, it was the strangest sensation!—almost as if they were falling from a great height, out of control and so very free. Jak’s tail tightened around his leg, big hands gripped his wrists tightly, and even if they really had been on a headlong rush toward the ground he knew that he wouldn’t have been afraid.
Jak roared when he hit his peak, an almost deafening blast of sound. A much weaker scream would have joined it, had Daxter had the breath to do so, but as it was he was much too engrossed in the sunbursts of strange colors and lights he was seeing behind closed eyes to care about breathing. He felt stronger than ever the cacophony of Jak’s emotions, long since devoid of rational thought, echoing a predatory but fiercely loving thrill of triumph. All this in a split second. But where Daxter would normally expect to begin to come down from the high of orgasm, for the sensations to slacken and dull, there came nothing but another crest of pleasure. He keened urgently with what little breath he had as Jak pressed him back down into the damp, sticky furs underneath them. The demon, at least, had certainly been expecting this.
The rolling rebound of shared pleasure lasted more than a full minute. Daxter gasped and choked on little cries the whole while, like some sort of mortally wounded prey animal, quivering under Jak’s steadying weight. Jak’s breath was labored as if he had been chasing sporting falcons on the wing, and his burning shaft and knot continued to jerk inside his mate with every twitch and shudder. He growled deep in his throat and worried pale skin with his teeth, firm enough to leave marks, but not nearly enough to truly hurt.
Finally, just as Daxter’s vision was starting to white out, the nearly overwhelming pleasure began to spiral out and lessen. His muscles unlocked. He lay under Jak, completely limp, content to simply exist for the time being, still firmly tied with the equally exhausted demon. He had no idea how long it would take for Jak’s equipment to diminish enough to let them separate, and quite frankly he did not give a damn. He was not moving from that spot for a long, long while, no matter how much demon dick was stuck up there.
Jak purred smugly at the thought. Mine-mine-mine-mine MY Daxter.
He tried to huff out a laugh, but no sound came. That didn’t matter, though. Dax let the amusement and affection ripple away through their bond, content that Jak knew exactly what he was saying.
Sleep. Jak licked his way up his mate’s neck until he could plant a kiss on his jaw. Sleep a while. We have all night.
‘You are out of your frigging mind,’ was what Dax wanted to say. Instead, he couldn’t even hang onto the thought. Sleep was a welcoming shadow in the corner of his mind and he slipped into it easily, only dimly aware of the hum of energy that seemed suddenly so very natural as Jak dimmed the glowing rocks overhead. Wrapped tight in strong arms, he went immediately to calm, peaceful dreams.
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To be... epilogue-ed?
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(2nd)AN: I enjoyed writing this fic sooo much, it's insane. I maaay have to come back and revisit demons in the future....
And okay, you guys, I know this has absolutely nothing to do with demons, but -- Grimreaperchibi is writing a companion fic to Room and Board that deals exclusively with Razer and Phoenix's relationship! *squee's like a moron* It's called Rule 39 and I fangirl so badly over this you have no idea. So yes, she's doing it with permission from me to use the R&B AU premise and I love her for it forever and fan-gasm over it daily. Razer and Phoenix and their love life needed more attention than I could realisticaly give them and still tell Jak and Daxter's story, so I'm so glad she decided to dedicate her time and l33t writing skillz to the task.
So go read it, everybody, right this very minute!
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