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Things Never Change	By : Musashden Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 2208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Things Never Change
Author's note: I can't believe I'm the only person who thought of this
pairing. They used to be in the KG together. Hope nobody minds but I made up
some crap about the black markings on their faces. Let me know if this makes
sense. I might continue a small series about these two.


Erol grit his teeth as another wave of pain pulsed from his leg. He declared
himself the biggest idiot on the planet. He knew it was a set up, and he went to
the dark eco trade anyway. And because of his idiocy (if that was even a word)
his entire crew was dead and he barely got out of there with the skin on his
ass. The trade off was in dead town and he had bled all the way from there when
a metal head bit his leg as he got through the gate. Luckily, it got stuck in
the closing gate and it's head got cut off. Erol yelled as loud as he could as
he pried the head off and plucked the teeth out. They didn't pierce through to
the other side and he realized they didn't really get that deep but it still
hurt like hell. He had three large cuts on the outer part of his left calf
muscle.
                    He limped through the dark streets of the city. His
communicator was lost in the attack so he couldn't contact anyone for help. And
there were not guards in this part of the city. In fact he noticed there weren't
any people at all in this part of the city. He was going to die if he didn't get
to where he was going before he lost too much blood. He just couldn't believe
where he was going. But it was the only place he knew to go for help that was
close enough. He just hoped the right person was there. He smirked when he
reached the stone wall with the green symbol on it.

Torn's head snapped up when the door slid open. Instead of someone who worked
for him he recognized the Crimson Guard Commander that staggered in and leaned
against one of the bunks. He pulled out the gun that was constantly holstered to
his side and aimed for the space between those amber eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Torn snarled. "Get out!" he demanded.
"Torn..." Erol said stepping closer. "Don't.... I--
"Get out!" Torn yelled. His voice was filled with so much hate. Erol only
moved closer to Torn, stepping into the dim light and wincing when his injured
leg made him fall to the ground. Torn finally noticed the injury and dropped his
gun. He rushed over to Erol as he collapsed to the ground. "What happened?" he
asked trying to keep the emotion out of his voice.
"The metal heads set us up. My entire squad was taken out." Erol said. He
grit his teeth and hissed as Torn ripped open what was left of the fabric on his
leg so he could see it. "A metal head got me good as I came back. I won't last
long enough to get back to the fortress or even a hospital." Torn looked him in
the eyes and Erol didn't turn away like he usually did when they saw each other
on the street. "Torn.....I need your help." He forced himself to look away from
Erol's eyes. He jumped when Erol slumped against him.
"Erol? Erol!" he grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him gently. He was
still breathing but he needed to stop the bleeding before it was too late. He
hooked one arm under Erol's legs and the other around his back. With a grunt he
lifted the slim figure into his arms and walked out the hideout.


Ah!" Erol yelped when he woke up. Something had just pricked him.
"Hold still." He heard Torn growl. He looked down and he was injecting Erol with
green eco.
"No don't....just...."
"This will heal you faster than stitches. That way you can get the hell out
of here." Torn said. Erol looked around and he realized he was in Torn's
apartment, laying on the bathroom floor to be exact. Erol groan as Torn slowly
injected him with the glowing green fluid. Erol didn't like to be healed with
eco. He could always feel it speeding through his system to get to his wound.
"Before I throw you out you wanna explain why you came to me?"
"I already told you. You were closest." Erol said looking as his wounds
sealed up. He had to make sure he sounded convincing. Torn gave him a look that
told Erol he knew it wasn't out of any kind of trust. He twitched when
Torn touched his leg. He pushed his thumb against the firm muscle in Erol's
calf. Erol noticed the way Torn looked up and down his leg slowly. Not just
examining the area that was injured.
"Looks fine." Torn said before he started cleaning up his emergency eco
injections. He tossed the used syringe in the trash and stood up. He stepped
over Erol. Trying to ignore the smirk on Erol's face.

Erol stood up, examined his one leg pants for a moment before he walked out into
Torn's apartment. He snorted. "Still living in this hole in the wall, hm?" The
loft wasn't much but it was nicely decorated. Erol could see Torn's couch from
where he stood in the door for the bathroom. He looked at the large bed just to
his right and then at the kitchen that was just behind the couch. Every inch of
the flat had hard wood floors and brick walls. Complete with exposed pipes in
the ceiling - it was just Torn's style.
"You know you can leave my hole in the wall....like right
now!" Torn said as
he went into the kitchen. He knew his words meant nothing to Erol. Torn knew the
only way Erol would leave, would be if he physically threw him out. He knew
touching him would only give birth to temptations he had blocked out years ago.
So he decided to ignore him. He grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and
opened it before he plopped down on the couch.
"Another fine day for the underground's best commander?" Erol asked smirking.
"Shouldn't you be out, killing puppies or something?" Torn asked and took a
long swig from the bottle.
"Why would I do that? It's so much more fun, talking to my ex-partner - in
more ways than one." Erol said. Torn rolled his eyes and put his feet up of the
coffee table in front of him. "You sure run hot and cold don't you?" he asked
snooping into various cabinets around the loft. Torn sighed, deciding to humor
his company while he had it.
"What are you talking about?" Torn asked.
"Back when I came into your little hideout, you were so concerned when you saw
I was hurt. You were all 'oh god Erol.' 'Please wake up Erol.' 'I miss you so
much Erol'." He answered mocking Torn's deep voice. Torn snorted.
"The only thing I miss right now is being alone." Torn said. He was about to
finish his beer when Erol took it from him.
"But how can I leave when I haven't thanked you, yet?" Erol asked and
finished the beer himself as he straddled Torn's hips. He tossed the empty
bottle over his shoulder, sucking his teeth mentally when it landed in another
cushioned chair instead of shattering all over the floor. He put his hands on
either side of Torn's face to keep him from turning away as he leaned in for a
kiss.

Torn looked at Erol as he did all this. Trying to get his own hands to move as
he stared into those pretty hazel eyes. He found himself looking at Erol's lips
as they came closer. His hands finally moved when Erol was an inch away. He
grabbed Erol's shoulders and pushed him back a little.
"I won't be grateful if you did that." Torn said.
"No one night stands for the world's last romantic huh?" Erol asked. "Fine.
What do you want?" Torn honestly didn't know. What he did is that if he allowed
Erol to stay in his lap, old wounds would be opened. After several moments of no
reply Erol got out of Torn's grip and delivered the kiss anyway. Nipping at
Torn's bottom lip so he would open them.
"Mm....." Torn growled as he opened his mouth for Erol. He closed his eyes
and kissed back, unable to resist as Erol's tongue wrestled with his. 'Damn.'
He thought. There was no resisting it now. His hands went to work. Knowing by
heart how to get Erol out of the top part of his skin tight yellow and blue
uniform. Although it couldn't really be called a uniform, he had only seen Erol
wearing it. He was always different from all the rest of the officers. He never
wore red.

Torn pretended he didn't see the smirk on Erol's lips as he released them from
their kiss. Torn pushed his shirt open and latched on to one of Erol's perfect
little nipples. He looked up to see that same smirk playing across Erol's lips
as he watched him. Torn bit down on the perky nub and had to keep himself from
smirking when Erol put his head back and moaned. He continued to nip at Erol's
sensitive skin, knowing he liked it more than licking.
"Harder...." Erol sighed absently. Torn closed his teeth gently around Erol's
other nipple and pulled. "Oh yeah." He arched his back into Torn's hand as it
grabbed his ass. He suddenly pushed Torn away and stood up. Torn looked at him
bewildered for a moment before he glared at Erol. He thought Erol was just
jerking him around for kicks.
"You son of bit--
"Want more?" Erol asked unzipping his pants slowly. Torn could only nod
dumbly as he watched Erol. Erol suddenly turned around and walked to Torn's bed.
Erol jumped slightly when Torn was suddenly behind him, shoving his hand down
the front of his pants and pushing his erection in to his crevasse. His other
hand went up to cup Erol's chin and turn his head to the side for another kiss.
Erol reached back and unzipped Torn's pants.

Torn released his lips and pushed Erol on to his bed. With his feet off
the ground, Torn pulled his one legged pants off and let them drop to the floor.
Torn pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. As he knelt on the bed he
pulled his shirt over his head. Erol smiled and ran his hands over Torn's
tattooed shoulders. The black markings were only given to the crimson guard
elite. Basically, the more you proved your ruthlessness, and how much of a
sadist you were the more you got. Only Torn, Ashelin and Erol had them. However, Torn had
the most. Out of anyone, anywhere.

Erol bit his lip as Torn pushed his legs up, and open. He and Torn used to be
purely perfect together. He couldn't help but still want him. Torn had been the
first and only person Erol allowed inside him.
"Mm!" Erol grunted around Torn's fingers when they were suddenly in his
mouth. Torn held his chin with his other hand so he couldn't pull away. He got
the idea and closed his lips around the two long digits. He moved his tongue in
between them, getting them as wet as he could.
"You know I'd settle for one of your deep throat blow jobs....." Torn said as
he withdrew his fingers from Erol's mouth. "....If I didn't know how fantastic
your ass is."
"Ah!" Erol stifled his scream into a yelp when Torn shoved the wet fingers
inside him. "Yes..." he hissed arching up to get them deeper. "Ow...." he
whimpered when Torn scissored his fingers.
"Been a while?" Torn asked teasingly. Erol smirked feeling the impossibly
hard erection Torn had against his thigh.
"I could ask you the same." Erol chuckled. Torn removed his fingers and
replaced them with his erection. Pushing in too fast for Erol to handle.
"Ahhhh!!" he screamed tossing his head back. He gripped Torn's shoulders and
tried to push him back when Torn started pumping, not waiting for Erol to adjust
to his girth.

Torn couldn't believe how Erol brought back his malicious side. He had caged
that part of himself years ago. And ever since Erol stumbled into the hideout
that night it had been trying to break out. And it consumed him as he thrust
into Erol's tight heat. He wanted more. More of Erol's screams and the feel of
his lithe body squirming against him. He knew he wasn't hurting Erol. In fact,
he had been rougher, Erol's first time.
"Damn!" Torn growled as he thrust into Erol. "So tight...."
"Harder!" Erol finally screamed. Torn smiled down at him. Erol returned with
a smirk. Torn braced himself on the mattress and pumped his hips as hard and as
fast as he could to satisfy the little sadist in both of them. Torn knew he hit
Erol's spot when his legs tensed around his torso. "More!" Torn complied. He
grabbed a fist full of Erol's hair and pulled his head back to exposed his pale
neck. The onslaught of bites and kisses had Erol shivering. Torn let go of
Erol's hair to sneak his hand between their bodies and grip Erol's erection.
"Unh!" As soon as Torn touched him, Erol tightened around him.
"Oh god." Erol gasped. He dug his nails into Torn's shoulders.
"Torn!!" he screamed as he came hard. His orgasm hitting him just as hard as the
thrusts going into him.
"Sweet heaven." Torn purred as Erol tightened even more around him. He held
Erol's bucking hips still as he climaxed. Emptying his load deep inside Erol. He
slipped from inside Erol and watched his cum leak out for a moment before he
looked at the rabidly cooling ejaculate on his hand. He made sure Erol was
watching him before he licked some off. Erol sat up and took Torn's wrist to
hold it still and licked the rest off.
"Mm...." Erol closed his eyes and laid back down. Torn snorted as he laid
down next to Erol.
"You love the taste of yourself, a little too much." Torn said. He flinched a
little when Erol gently pinched the tip of his spent penis. Satisfied with the
few drops of ejaculate he got on his fingers - he quickly licked it off.
"And what about you? Do you still love how I taste?" Erol asked looking at
Torn. A devilish smirk on his face as he licked his fingers absently and waited
for Torn to answer.
"Anh." Torn made a noise as he shrugged his shoulders. "You know me, I never
change."
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