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Slip of the Tongue	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Far Cry Series Views: 1030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jason's had a penchant for getting into trouble because of something he'd said before, but this…it goes beyond taking the fucking cake. This clears out an entire goddamn bakery for the shit he suddenly finds himself in. All because of a goddamn figure of speech.
I'd rather fuck Vaas.
Citra has been eying him like he is a piece of goddamn meat, and he is familiar with the look she's giving him—he doesn't like the look she's giving him. So he says the first thing he can think of because he is still trying to wrap his head around them being related. It's obvious now more than ever.
I can arrange that, Jason Brody.
Crazy is apparently genetic, and Citra has it in fucking spades compared to Vaas. She has taken his offhanded remark, which he had meant as he isn't interested in women period, literally. So what does Citra do?
She uses her goddamn voodoo magic, or whatever the fuck she has control over, to turn Jason into a woman. Not the gender transformation that takes many painstaking surgeries and lots of hormone injections to achieve, but as if he'd been born one. It is incredibly painful and takes six hours for the full switch.
Now everyone will get what they want.
He doesn't understand what she means by that, but as soon as he is able to, he gets the fuck out of there once it is painfully clear that she isn't going to change him back. She sends her Rakyat after him, with the order to deliver him to Vaas unharmed.
It is permanent, Jason.
Just for this, he wants to kill her. Permanent his ass. She had used magic to change him so she can use it to change him back. He doesn't care how much it will hurt, but he isn't going to spend the rest of his life as a woman. He certainly has no intention of fucking Vaas as one either.
Jason can't fathom why she wants him to sleep with Vaas like this. The only possible outcome- "Oh my god." No. No no no no no! That bitch is out of her goddamn mind!
"I heard something over here!" A voice calls out in the darkness of the night, sending Jason's heartbeat through the roof while fear snakes through him.
He quickly darts from where he's been hiding and moves through the unfamiliar terrain. He had abandoned his shoes at the start of this chase since they are now too large for him, and while the same can have been said for his clothes, he isn't stripping down just because they don't fit. He has nothing else to wear.
The jungle quickly gives way to open space and moonlight, a dirt road immediately in front of him. He hears the engines of cars idling nearby, and he doesn't care if they're Rakyat or Pirates right now. Bolting across the road he takes a quick glance towards the cars and sees red. Beyond the road is a slope, and beyond that is a river.
The pirates spot him, but he's already going down the slope with the intention to cross the crocodile-infested waters. "Boss! Incoming to your left!"
Of all the fucking luck.
Scanning the river's edge as he barrels down the slope, he spots Vaas crouched some feet away from the water some ways off to the right. The pirate lord perks up at the calls from his men and looks dead at Jason. There isn't enough light to see his expression, not that Jason has the time to pause and read it, but he's quick to stand up.
"Rakyat!" And the men Citra has sent after him must have just cleared the jungle, occupying the pirates on the road above.
Jason heads into the water at full speed while gunfire breaks out on the road, but as soon as he's beyond waist deep it's obvious that his ill-fitting clothes are going to make crossing the river harder. Well, he is up to the challenge, and his livelihood certainly depends upon him making it across. He makes it as far as the river's center when something grabs hold of his pants leg. The realization that it is a crocodile hits him when he's dragged under, but the creature hasn't gotten ahold of his actual leg.
Squirming out of his pants is the easiest decision thus far, and he manages to keep his boxers on by some miracle in the process. Breaking the surface while the crocodile is occupied with his former clothing, he orients himself with a quick glance. The bank with the slope is empty, which Jason thinks nothing of, so he continues on for his intended destination. As he reaches the opposite bank it quickly becomes apparent in why the other one had been empty. Vaas has decided to swim across the river too and is the first one out of the water.
Jason scrambles out of the water and gets a good ten feet away from the water's edge before he's tackled to the ground. Vaas is a heavy weight on his much smaller body, the pirate lord's arms firmly wrapping around his waist. "Let me go!" He squirms and twists in an effort to get free, but Vaas' grip is solid.
"You think I'm gonna do something like that after I chased you across croc-infested waters?" The question is surprisingly laced with amusement and Vaas somehow manages to flip Jason over. A hand rests on his hip while Vaas uses the other to support himself, removing part of his weight from Jason. As he is looked over, Jason hopes what little of the damn Tatau he has is hidden by his t-shirt, if it's still there at all. "Haven't seen a pretty little thing like you running around on my island before. Crazy enough to tear through a jungle at night and swim through a river full of crocs too. Where'd you come from, chica?"
That Vaas doesn't recognize him is quite a relief. Still, it doesn't solve his current problem. "None of your damn business," Jason quips in an acidic tone with a scowl.
"None of my-Listen here, chica. Everything on this fucking island is my goddamn business." Vaas leans down so his face is right in Jason's, his dark eyes narrowing in anger.
Warm breath scented with peppermint, spices, and a hint of smoke fans over Jason's face, which is kind of a shocker. Still, he can't dwell on that as escaping Vaas is far more vital at this point than anything else. "Go ask your bitch of a sister then!"ackd looks taken unable to curren!"t this point than anything else. "aasJason enough to tear through a 'f being unable to curr
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Jason really doesn't want to answer Vaas right now, for fear of revealing who he is, and he can't see any way of escaping unless he undertakes drastic measures. He needs to thoroughly distract Vaas. Knowing he's going to regret it, he shifts his head and crushes his mouth against Vaas'. o shockk es his mouth against Vaas' headling who he is, and he cant to kill off every single Rakyatugh a 'f being unable to currThe look of shock Vaas gives him is well worth the fact that he is kissing the man who killed his older brother, but then Vaas starts returning the kiss.
The hand on his hip slides upwards under his shirt and glides over his skin to grab one of the breasts of his unwanted female body. This draws a gasp of shock from Jason, but Vaas apparently interprets it as an invitation to squeeze the mound of flesh and roll the nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Jason has to bite back another gasp while his cheeks flush at how good it feels, and this is starting to spiral out of control much too quickly. He needs to get away before this goes any further.
"Hey, Boss!" A voice calls out from across the river.
Vaas growls at the interruption and Jason thanks his incredibly stupid luck as the pirate lord gets up to address his underling. "What do you want?! I'm busy, you idiot!"
While Vaas is miraculously distracted Jason uses this as an opportunity to scramble up and bolt across the open span of grass to reach another section of jungle. It's only some fifty feet away, and he knows he can make it.
"The girl! The girl is Jason Brody! The Rakyat swear it up and down!"
Jason would have given anything to see Vaas' expression at this precise moment, but he is too busy going ghost to capture the priceless look Vaas might have. He's almost tempted to cackle when expletive-laced Spanish comes from behind him, but he needs to preserve his strength and focus. He doesn't know how fast Vaas is, and given that he's in an unfamiliar body the pirate lord might have an advantage over him. As the gap between him and the jungle rapidly closes a sense of hope fills him. Thirty feet. Twenty. Ten.
It's darker in the thick of the trees but he keeps running for a few minutes until he comes across a climbable tree. Without even hesitating he shimmies up amongst the lower branches and starts climbing higher right as Vaas appears below him. He stops as if he knows Jason isn't running anymore and looks around. "Jason! I know you're here, Jason! Come on out."
Jason keeps climbing until he encounters a branch that creaks ominously when he tries to put his weight onto it. The sound is hardly loud, but when he looks down at Vaas the pirate lord is staring right back at him with a decidedly evil smile. Just great. "Go away, Vaas." He knows it won't work, but he can hope and try.
"It really is you, Jason! God, look at you! This is fucking hilarious!" At least someone finds his situation funny. "And you! You kissed me!"
Jason huffs and turns his attention to the surrounding trees. None are viable to jump to, so he carefully works his way around his tree. There aren't any trees anywhere that he can jump to, leaving him with going back down to where the psycho is as his only option. "What are you going to do with me if I come down?"
"If you're trying to negotiate while you're stuck in a goddamn tree with nowhere to go, then you are out of fucking luck." There's hardly any bite to Vaas' tone. It's more amused than anything. "Come on down and we'll talk, Jason." As if he has a choice.
Jason stares down at Vaas for a full minute then slowly works his way back down the tree. Once he reaches the lower branches he halts, because if he goes any further he won't be able to escape Vaas, and he sure as hell doesn't want to confess why he'd been turned into this. "What will you do with me if I come down?" He decides to repeat his question because now is a better time than ever to find out Vaas' intentions.
"I'm not going to kill you, so get your stupid ass down here!" Vaas is definitely irritated and making him madder right now is not in Jason's best interest.
Jason climbs down the few remaining branches then drops to the ground in front of Vaas. Taking a few steps back, until he's against the trunk of the tree, he watches Vaas with a wary expression. "I don't see how me being down here is favorable for me at all."
"For starters, I wasn't climbing up that damn tree after you, especially since I followed you across the fucking river." Vaas steps closer to Jason, effectively stripping away any chances he has at escaping again. "And it's favorable for you because I didn't have to hurt you in order to get you down." He moves closer still until he has Jason trapped between the trunk of the tree and his body.
It makes it obvious how much Citra's transformation has changed him. Before, he had been taller than Vaas, but now he is at least four inches shorter than the pirate lord. That is a stark height difference. "If you aren't going to kill me, what are you going to do with me? Sell me off to the highest bidder?" His voice cracks slightly on the second question, making him sound almost broken.
"Sell you off? Oh no no no no, Jason. My sister had a reason for doing this to you, and I'm gonna keep you. Hoyt doesn't know about this. He thinks you're dead, along with your girlfriend, and you as a chica don't fucking exist. You are mine, Jason." Vaas leans in, his face dangerously close to Jason's to the point that the American can smell his breath again. Peppermint, spices, and smoke. "Now why did she do this, hm?"
Of course, Vaas will play right into Citra's hands. She likely even knows that he'd keep Jason instead of killing him while he is like this. Well, there is no point in hiding anything. Brutal honesty is likely the best policy when dealing with Vaas. "I didn't like the way she was looking at me so I said the first thing that came to mind to dissuade any interest she had in me. Apparently, she took my remark that I'd rather fuck you as literal instead-" A hand is slapped over his mouth to keep him from saying anything further, at which he narrows his eyes to glare at Vaas.
"Wait. You, Jason Brody, who has a girlfriend, would rather fuck me?" Vaas' expression is one of incredulity now, and he has so missed the point that Jason was trying to make. "You telling me you're hot for dick instead of pussy? Fucking rich white boy from California that's been tearing up my fucking island could have been calmed out by getting his ass tapped?" Maybe not then.
Jason huffs then licks the palm of Vaas' hand in order to get it off of his mouth. It doesn't work, instead, it makes Vaas press his hand over Jason's mouth a little firmer.
"Hey! No getting fresh, Jason. You'll get your turn to speak, chica." Vaas gives him a dangerous smile that is all teeth then looks him over for a second time. "Let's get a better look at you, Jason," he purrs out and grabs hold of the shirt to pull it up and away from Jason's body.
Jason doesn't fight it, knows he can't. He can't stop the tears that form in his eyes either as the t-shirt is pulled over his head, Vaas' hand leaving his mouth so the soaked garment can be removed entirely and tossed aside. He reflexively folds his arms over his chest and looks away from Vaas, shivering in the cool darkness of the jungle.
"Oh no you don't, Jason. No hiding from me, chica." Vaas forces his arms away from his breasts and pins them at his sides. They're held there for all of a few seconds and as Vaas eases his grip on Jason's wrists he gives a satisfied hum when they don't move. "Look at me, Jason," Vaas coos softly as he grabs hold of the boxers, Jason's very last shred of dignity and denial.
"Boss?"
"Fucking-What the fuck do you want?!" Vaas thankfully pulls away from Jason and whirls around to chew out his latest interruptor. Jason automatically covers his breasts again even though Vaas is between him and what looks to be a pirate search party. Fuck following his demands.
Curiosity drives the pirate underlings to peer around Vaas at Jason, who astutely glowers back at them. "Is the girl really Jason Brody?"
"Jason Brody is dead," Vaas seethes and shifts to block their attempt to look at Jason. "This chica ain't got no fucking Tatau, or do you think I'd miss an important fucking detail like that?"
Jason is tempted to check his left arm just to verify Vaas' claim, but he's too scared to move at the moment. Right now would be a perfect opportunity to escape, but he's somewhat fatigued and his new body is a bit achy from all the exertion of running, escaping a crocodile, and dealing with Vaas. His shivering starts to intensify and he absently begins to rub at his arms to try and chase away some of the chill. "Vaas, I'm cold." And wet and wearing nothing but soaking wet boxers.
"One of you fuckers go grab a goddamn blanket and some dry clothes or something," Vaas snaps at the pirates then turns back to Jason. Without so much as a warning, he pulls Jason away from the tree and scoops him up into his arms bridal style. "Need to give you a new name, chica," he states in a low voice so it doesn't carry to the pirates ahead of them as he carries Jason out of the jungle.
"Snow White." It is the only thing that comes to mind, and even if it is what the people of the Island are starting to call him it can't really be proven that Jason Brody is Snow White. Vaas has claimed that he is dead, and it can actually be considered as true. Citra has certainly helped with making that rumor fact.
"You sure you want to go with that name, chica?" Vaas questions with an amused tone. "Cause you created quite a bit of trouble and that trouble is attached to that name."
"Nobody will be able to prove anything, and no one else would believe I'd be capable of that shit when I'm like this." Jason really hopes that this isn't a permanent thing though like Citra has made it out to be. He certainly has no intention of sleeping with Vaas and getting knocked up either, which is what seems like Citra wants of him. "Speaking of this, Citra said it's permanent. Is she telling the truth? 'Cause I am getting the feeling that she wants you to knock me up."
Vaas falters at that and damn near drops him. "Of fucking course." He stops dead and looks down at Jason, a dark expression twisting his features. "You-"
"Don't you dare suggest I am in on this shit! I tried to fucking run from your crazy ass, so don't you even go there!" Jason hisses and squirms in Vaas' arms, tears pricking at his eyes. "I am not that fucking messed up, you insensitive bastard, and I would never, ever do that to anyone. Not even you. Now put me down!"
Vaas doesn't put Jason down. He tightens his hold on the American and gives a low growl that frightens Jason to his core. "You don't know Citra like I do, Jason. She could have messed with your fucking mind and you wouldn't even be aware of it. She will do anything to get her precious ultimate warrior. Anything."
All of the fight drains out of Jason and he lets his head drop to Vaas' shoulder as tears blur his vision. Soft sobs wrack his body while the enormity of Citra's devious machinations weighs down on him. He doesn't want this.
He is at a complete loss on what to do with the crying and sobbing mess of a very decidedly female Jason Brody in his arms. All of his anger washes right out of him because if anything Jason is certainly in complete control of…herself. Even though he has an underlying doubt that Citra could have possibly tampered with Jason, this reaction from her quickly chips away at the thought that she is complicit. Now if he can only get her to stop crying. "Goddamnit, Jason, don't cry." He softens his voice to a gentle croon which does nothing to soothe Jason.
He should have realized how fragile Jason's mental state would be, and in hindsight, he can see how much of an ass he was. Admitting it now and possibly apologizing for it isn't going to help. There's been too much enmity between them for Jason to likely accept an apology of any kind from him. He can work all of that out later though because getting out of the jungle is top priority right now.
Several minutes of careful trekking sees them safely out of the jungle. Thankfully his men are smart enough to have brought the vehicles around and they're patiently waiting for him. They all shoot him questioning looks, as well as openly leer at Jason and he knows there's gonna be a problem on his hands if he doesn't nip it in the bud right now.
"I managed to find some clothes, Boss, but we don't keep any blankets with us." One of them jogs over to him with a couple of shirts and cargoes in hand, a set of clothes for each of them. Smart kid.
"Just toss them down." A bit of grass isn't going to hurt the clothes any. "All of you fuckers scram, and leave me the goddamn Technical!" He barks the orders out with a glare, which is easy enough with the looks they're giving Jason. "And keep your goddamn mouths shut about this chica. She is mine!"
They thankfully pile into the Scavenger and leave within a matter of minutes. There's some sourness in their attitudes like they had thought they'd get a chance to play with Jason. As fucking if. He will have to make an announcement back at camp.
"C'mon, Jason. Let's get you into some dry clothes." He sets her down and tries to step away from her so he can pick up the clothes but Jason adamantly clings to him. Shoving down the urge to be rough and cruel, he gently pries the material of his tank top from her grasp. "Jason, look at me." It takes a few seconds for her to comply, her striking green eyes laden with tears as she stares up at him, her expression wavering between pain and grief. "I… I know an apology won't fix any of this… I'm sorry, though, for what I said. My sister is really messed up in the head, always has been."
Anger twists through those soft, pretty features at the mention of Citra and the color of Jason's eyes sharpens, a more poisonous look to the shade of her irises. "I want to kill her," she hisses it out, tears streaking down her cheeks. There's determination and fire in her gaze, her shoulders set and her stance strengthened. "Even if it means I have to be stuck like this for the rest of my goddamn life, I am killing her."
Citra, in her rashness and desire for the ultimate warrior, has signed her own death warrant. Even though the Tatau is truly gone from Jason's arm, Vaas has a feeling that she is still an incredibly capable killer. "She probably can change you back, but she won't."
"That was one of the first things I realized." Jason's tone drops and she looks away from him while her cheeks color slightly. "Me and my goddamn mouth."
Vaas is finally able to get a good look at Jason in the moonlight as she pulls away. The height Jason had as a male is greatly diminished with the female body, making her shorter than Vaas. Her hair is long, falling to her waist, and the water-logged tresses look dark brown right now, but Vaas is certain it will be the same light brown as before once it's dry. Her skin is paler than before, fitting better with the Snow White moniker she seemed attached to, especially in the moonlight. Her breasts are small, the one having perfectly fit into his cupped hand earlier, and though she has a small waist her hips are wide. Wide enough that… Christ, he can't think about that. He shouldn't, but the thought is there. Citra and her damn incessant need for her precious ultimate warrior.
"Lo hecho está hecho," Jason mutters under her breath, snapping him out of thoughts that so should not exist right now. What is done is done. It would have been easy enough to have said in English, but the Spanish leaving those lips kind of surprises him. A stilted laugh leaves Jason and she suddenly grins in an eerie manner as she looks back to him. "Loba. That'll be the name I'll use."
She-wolf. Something that invokes an essence of predatory danger. It's a hell of a lot better and fiercer than Snow White. Christ, he can even picture Jason clad in animal furs and splattered in blood. Fuck, the mental image is hot. He needs to stop thinking about that. Really, truly needs to stop thinking about that. Clothes! "You should get dressed, Jason." God, his voice sounds strained.
"Right." She moves and picks up a set of the clothes they'd been given, frowning as she unrolls the tank top and holds it up against her body. It's several sizes too big. The cargoes prove to be the same, and both garments are pushed into his arms. "This is a fucking joke," she grumbles when the other set of clothes prove to be several sizes too big as well. Still, she slides the boxers off without any warning or care that he's there watching her and pulls the cargoes on. Next, she tears off a strip from the bottom of the tank top and makes a damn belt out of it to keep the cargoes from slipping down too much. A smaller part of that same strip is torn off and she uses that to rig the tank top as well so it fits her better when she puts it on.
She turns her attention back to him now that she's sufficiently clothed, and it hasn't helped with the mental images or thoughts too much. He needs something else to serve as a distraction. "So, er, why Loba?" He's certain she won't run, she hasn't made another move to do so, and she's simply gone to watching him. Dropping the dry clothes to the ground, he peels his wet tank top off and chucks it at the Tactical.
"It's short, sounds better than Snow White and then there's how a female wolf behaves. The males are comparatively laid back, using threats and bluffs to assert themselves. The females, however, draw blood in their bid for the position of Alpha." Jason folds her arms over her chest, the material of the tank top awkwardly bunching, her brows raising slightly as she looks him over. "Well damn, at least you're hot."
It takes several seconds for them to register that and Jason puts a hand over her mouth with a groan. Vaas finds himself grinning slightly because if anything it still strokes his pride and ego that Jason Brody finds him attractive. Considering the remark she'd made to land her in this mess, it is obvious that some part of the American desires him to some degree. Dangerous as it may be with Citra's ill intentions looming over them like a storm cloud. This is going to be impossible. "You like what you see?" He grins at her, unable to resist the opportunity to tease, and is rewarded with Jason both blushing and glaring.
"I'm going to go mourn my dignity and self-respect in the car since denial is no longer an option." She turns away just in time to miss him sliding his cargoes down and rigidly walks over to the Tactical. She climbs into the passenger seat and refuses to look in his direction.
His fun ruined, Vaas gets dressed in the dry set of clothes and debates on putting his boots back on. He knows that shit can get nasty with wet feet and shoes, so he chucks those into the back of the tactical with his wet clothes. It's been a while since he's gone barefoot. He climbs into the driver's side and settles in the seat while Jason astutely looks away from him, her cheeks still stained with a blush. "If it helps any you're incredibly sexy."
"No, it doesn't help at all," Jason grumbles and sinks down into her seat. "And I doubt your men will be able to keep their hands to themselves."
He suspects as much as well, so he pauses in starting up the Tactical to untangle his jade pendant necklace from the few other necklaces around his neck. "Take this." All of his men know this necklace, so if Jason wears it, it might help deter the smarter ones working for him.
Jason looks at the necklace then blinks and looks at him. "And do what? Wear it?"
"Yes, wear it. The smarter ones won't bother you, and you can do whatever you want to the ones that do try something." He's almost ready to put it on her his damn self when she carefully takes it from him and slips it on. Once her hair is pulled out from under the leather thong and it's settled around her neck the pendant has dropped down under the tank top to lay between her breasts. "You can shorten the cord."
She does so effortlessly and now the pendant is visible. "Guess I really only have to worry about you then."
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