Jak II, AU. Being in a rock band, you would assume you would have it good, right? Well, not many people consider the emotional faults that go with it. WARNING: ::CONTAINS HOMOSEXUAL THEMES, YAOI, SLASH AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF! YOU NO LIKE? THE "BACK" BUTTON AWAITS!::

Vocals, Guitar: Torn

Guitar, Vocals: Sig

Bass, Vocals: Erol

Drums: Jak

Lyrics written by: Torn, Sig, Erol

~*~The Worst Hangover Ever~*~

Another successful show! The crowd was on its feet moshing to the beat and screams of Neocon, the newbie band out of nowhere.

[-The darkness of which binds me,

closes in tighter.

I can no longer breathe,

cannot see, and cannot hear.

I cannot even smell the night air around me.-]

Torn and Sig screamed into the microphone in unison, in low, guttural voices. Jak sat behind them pounding away at his Yamaha drums, setting the pace with the bass, hitting the crash cymbal so hard it was heard well over the noise of the three guitars. Erol was jumping around in the background, strumming away on his bass, getting the crowd to move.

[-No longer can I reign control

over the anger that keeps me alive.

That white-hot rage fuels my life force.

Only with this promise of revenge,

do I continue on with pointless existence.-]

This time, Erol joined in for the raging chorus. He sang a low pitch to the upbeat voices of the two other guitarists. It created a perfect harmony. The drumming stopped.

[-No longer do I control my own destiny,

another hand guides me,

pushes me on,

and makes my decisions.

It is not fair.-]

Jak started up again; this time hitting the beat so fast, it rivaled Offspring itself. Sig and Torn jumped away from the microphone and began their part for the interlude. Letting Sig take the lead rifts for a few moments, the redhead pulled the strap over his head that held his guitar in place. He then picked up where the Wastelander left off so Sig could do the same.

When Jak began a soft beat on the bass and began a roll alternating on the toms and snare, Torn and Sig each threw their guitars at each other, then ran over to Erol and began a pantomime of seeing who should get what instrument. The hi-hat came in along with soft hits of the crash cymbal. The trio finally "decided" who got what, and returned to their original places. However, Torn had the bass, Sig had Torn's guitar, and Erol had Sig's guitar.

[-No longer can I reign control

over the anger that keeps me alive.

That white-hot rage fuels my life force.

Only with this promise of revenge,

do I continue on with pointless existence.-]

The screaming took on a surprising crescendo, the fans screaming right along with them. Neocon took the beat up a notch, now screaming and playing faster and Jak himself screamed the chorus while setting an easy pace with the bass and snare so he could concentrate on the words.

[-Why should I consent to be the puppet of another?

No more.

With these final parting words,

I cut the strings binding me to you-]

The moment "you" was uttered, he sat down quickly and sped up. There was another –quicker—interlude where all the instruments were switched back to their original owners, before the end of the song commenced.

[-No longer can I reign control

over the anger that keeps me alive.

That white-hot rage fuels my life force.

Only with this promise of revenge,

do I continue on with pointless existence.-]

Instead of screaming, Sig and Torn tuned down their playing to a mellifluous melody and let the bass continue playing…it wasn't that loud anyway. Jak started a decrescendo, which led to a fade out of the chorus, the final chords struck, and their show over.

Getting up from behind his prized drum set, Jak walked across the stage to stand between Erol and Sig while the aforementioned man and Torn issued thanks, before walking offstage.

Torn took a swig of his water and sat down, wiping his mouth and brow. Straight-backed, Erol walked over to him and slapped his buddy a high five.

"Dude, that's probably our best show yet!" he declared grinning from ear to ear. Sig nodded in agreement. "Yeah, until The Metal Heads get out there. The crowd will go wild," he shook his head. "Man, what is it with those guys? They're assholes through and through, but the fans love them? Where's our love?"

Snickering slightly, Jak pulled off his blue shirt, revealing tightened and toned, tanned muscles. Erol and Torn almost drooled. "I think it's you that doesn't get enough "love". Me, Torn and Erol get enough. We're the best looking guys in the group. They think you're just gay." He sighed dramatically and flopped down next to Torn, laying his head on the redhead's stomach, throwing his shirt into Sig's face at the same time.

"Aw, someone pop his ego for me!" the dark man laughed and through the sweaty cloth back at Jak, missing and hitting Torn. The guitarist made no motion to move. Erol streaked over to Jak, jumped on his stomach with a loud "POP" shout.

"There, his ego's popped."

Jak got up and ran his hands over his body, gasping every now and then. "No! Not my ego! There went my confidence! I'm…small…" he collapsed to his knees, fake crying, then "fainted". Neocon laughed.

"Is it time to go, yet? I'm beat," came the muffled rasp of Torn from underneath the blue shirt. Sig walked over and pulled the shirt off, putting his ear right next to Torn's mouth.

"I'M SORRY, WHAT WAS THAT? I COULDN'T HEAR YOU BECAUSE JAK'S OVERSIZED EGO MADE HIS SHIRT MUFFLE THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE!"

Torn visibly winced and growled. The blonde on the floor got up for a moment, said "I resent that!", remembered he was supposed to be unconscious and fell to the floor again.

"Aw, get up already, man!" Sig laughed as he helped a grinning Jak to his feet.

"Alright, alright. Great show—"

The door behind them banged open and in strode the assistant manager of the place.

"Sorry boys, we need this room. You're going to have to clear out for the Metal Heads." The hovering faces of a smug Kor,  "Baron" Praxis, Ashelin and Daxter smirked at them from behind the disheveled man. Torn glared.

"We were here first, why do we have to leave to make room for these losers?" he growled. The assistant took a step forward, ready to give a smart-ass retort, when Ashelin pushed passed him.

"Us "losers" are about to have the biggest show of all time and we need this room to rest before we go on. Now you amateurs clear out and bow down to the real stars." Torn snarled and made to leap for the Metal Heads, but was restrained by Sig.

"C'mon man, it's not worth it. Don't let 'em get to you. Let's just go," he whispered. Still wearing the glare, Torn nodded and gestured to the rest of Neocon. Scowling, the other two picked up their stuff and walked out of the room, but not before shoving past the Metal Heads rudely; Jak landing a well aimed lugy in Daxter's Mohawk. Snickering, the other heavy metal band watched the retreating backs with glee.

[=3]

"Can you fucking believe that!" there was a loud crack and the side of the tour bus was dented. Erol placed a hand on Jak's shoulder and steered him away from the metal, and onto the bus.

"Calm down, Jak. We need our bus," Torn muttered following the duo into the vehicle, where Sig was already waiting, guzzling a beer.

Vin came running in a few minutes later, bruises forming on his pale face. Without saying a word, he jumped behind the wheel, started it up, and jerked away. Torn, Erol and Sig were thrown to the floor violently whilst Jak clung to the edge of the top bed for dear life. Only when they were cruising along at a comfortable speed, did he dare to let go. He dropped to the floor, pushed aside the curtain and sat in the passenger seat.

"What happened, Vin?" he asked eying the black and blue marks across the manager's face. The white-haired man laughed nervously and pulled a face.

"I step out of the freakin' bathroom and get jumped by those Metal Heads! They just started pounding the living daylights outta me! What'd you do to piss 'em off, Jak?" Vin stuttered in one quick breath. The blonde man stuck his tongue out at his manager and walked back to Neocon.

Sig was sitting there staring into space, beer in hand. He was purposely ignoring Torn and Erol. Jak could see why.

Erol was sitting—no straddling—Torn's lap. He had his face pressed close to the other man's and was whispering something (that Jak really didn't want to hear). It must have comforted Torn, however, because the man smiled slightly and kissed Erol.

Jealousy flared up through Jak, though he did his best to ignore it. Erol and Torn had been together since the band formed, it was no different today; so why was he so jealous? He had no feelings for either guitarist. Making a face at himself internally, Jak went to the little refrigerator next to the pantry.

Neocon's tour bus was fairly large, with several compartments on the side for the drum set, guitars, amps, and anything else the band needed to use it for. The interior was colored the same as the exterior: a dull silver. When you stepped inside, to your right was a couch. A little in front of that was a television with a DVD player, cable box and a VCR built right in. It was sitting on a little wood chest. To the left of that, there was a table you could sit at, and above was Jak's bed.

Looking to your left, you would see the sink, fridge, and pantry. The bathroom lay a bit farther on, along with two beds on opposite sides of the little "hallway". One was where Sig slept, the other was for Erol and Torn. The very back was a closet. It was modeled after a camper, but was a hell of a lot bigger.

Casting another look at the couple sitting in front of an oblivious Sig, he saw Torn's hands making their way up Erol's shirt. Jealousy hit him again and Jak stalked passed them and climbed up to his bed.

"Get a room," he growled before yanking the curtains shut, concealing him from view.

Parting from their heated kiss, Erol turned around and looked at the closed area that lead to Jak's bed. Torn paused, too. He nibbled on his lover's bottom lip.

"Wonder what crawled up his ass?" he mused out loud. Erol snickered.

"I think you mean: what HASN'T crawled up his ass."

"Mmm. I wouldn't mind changing that…"

Erol shifted in his lap, gripping Torn's neck a bit tighter.

"Sure, why not?"

[-_-]

To say Jak was pissed off would be an understatement. If it was possible, steam would be billowing out of his ears in clouds, and his face would be redder than a tomato. And to make matters worse, he had no idea why he was feeling this way.

When Erol and Torn had first gotten together, he was pretty nonchalant. He didn't care about them being together, or his own status. But lately, he'd been more apt to getting jealous whenever those two started making out in the open. Well, jealous and horny. Sometimes, when Jak woke from a dream (most of the time he couldn't remember what they were about) his leggings created a nice sized tent. When he got up in the mornings, he was always first to the shower. It embarrassed him, because he did have a vague idea of whom he was dreaming about, though he wouldn't admit it. The blonde was pretty pure, having never been touched, by himself or anyone else.

Jak settled himself back onto his pillows, hands behind his head, legs crossed in the air. His mind was swirling with unanswered questions so he didn't even realize when he drifted off into a doze.

He awoke a few hours later to complete quiet. Stretching, he got up and crawled out of bed, missed a step and fell to the floor with a loud thump!

"Ooh…" he murmured putting a hand to his forehead. His vision was still slightly blurred with sleep. Grimacing, he got up rubbing his ass. "Fuck a duck."

That was when he was tackled to the floor.

"What in the…?" he looked up to see Torn's shadowy face grinning down at him. The redhead slowly got closer until his face was mere centimeters from Jak's.

"Well, what do we have here?" he breathed, hot air sending shivers down Jak's spine. "Jak, and he's all alone with no one to protect him."

Looking at him with half-lidded eyes, Torn closed the gap between them and tentatively attached his lips to Jak's. When said man didn't pull away, he got braver and deepened the kiss, tongue granted permission into the blonde's mouth.

Why? Why did this feel so good? He had never let anyone touch him before. He was so scared of romantic relations, yet he was letting Torn kiss him, touch him and…whoa. Torn's hands were up his shirt, who's hands were gliding up his legs…? Oh, who else?

Erol's face came into view. He settled his head on his lover's shoulder and looked at Jak with that same feral look Torn was giving him.

"Now, now. You don't get him all to yourself, Torn. Isn't that what was agreed upon?" Erol whispered, loud enough for Jak to hear. The other red head let out what sounded like a mixture between a growl and sigh, and detached himself from the blonde.

"I was hoping you'd forget that…" Erol smirked and pressed a light kiss to Torn's cheek.

Jak lay there in a stupor. What had that been about? His cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes partially glazed, giving him that ethereal, I-just-stepped-out-of-a-hot-shower kind of look. Needless to say it was damn sexy. Erol reached out and caressed the blondes face, cupping the crook of the jaw. Jak 'mmed' slightly into the touch. Why was he letting these two men touch him? He didn't really want it…did he?

Twisting past Torn, the other redhead placed his hands on either side of drummer and leaned close. Jak's bright blue eyes started into Erol's listlessly, not really seeing.

"Mm, Jak. We've wanted you for so long…" the lead guitarist nodded in agreement, one hand weaving its way up through Jak's tattoos. The nosey ligament found its way to the hem of his sweatpants, playing with the string and lightly brushing against the hardness growing there. Torn leaned in and nipped at his neck, ignoring the breathy moans coming from the man beneath him.

Writing in the pleasure and occasional pain that Torn and Erol were giving him, Jak gave up trying to listen to the voices that said "this is wrong", and gave into the two guitarists above him.

Hesitantly, the blonde grasped Erol's neck, bringing him in slowly for a kiss. The shorter redhead complied, giving Jak a chaste taste of his lips, before letting the drummer have complete access to his mouth. The bassist moaned loudly at the feel of Jak's tongue delving into his mouth. The way he moved, it was almost as if he were experienced in the area—though the man had insisted he was a complete virgin.

"Wow…" Erol whispered as he pulled away, looking at an indignant Torn. "He's almost better than you. …almost." The lead guitarist glared and mock-pouted, moving off of Jak to help him up. He was grateful for it, and helped up quickly.

"We need someplace to do this that's big enough for three people." Torn stated, holding Jak to him, tightly. Erol nodded.

"My bed…" Jak mumbled against Torn's bare chest. Looking down, he saw the blonde was blushing.

"Aw, is little Jakie a bit horny?"

Laughing quietly, Neocon's lead vocalist pulled Jak by the hand up into the somewhat spacious top bed, leaving Erol to follow, staring at Jak's ass.

"Your bed is comfy. I can't believe we didn't think of this sooner," Erol chuckled, but got serious fast. "Jak," he spoke in said man's ear, warm breath caressing the inner part lovingly. Jak looked into Erol's eyes as Torn held him. "You don't have to do this. We will only do this if you want us to, regardless of what we want, understand?"

The blonde was silent for a few moments before giving them a small smile. He reached out and touched Erol's cheek, reached back to hold Torn's neck, reassuring them.

"I think this'll be fun."

[O_O]

And that is the end of The Worst Hangover Ever! But before we close entirely, we do have a few disclaimers to give out.

First, the song titles "The Worst Hangover Ever" and "Neocon" belong to the wonderful Offspring! "Jak II" belongs to Naughty Dog. We own none of them, and are making zero cash, regardless of what we believe ^.^; the lyrics used in this are our own titled "No Strings Attached".

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