Title Unhappily Ever After

Author Kyrie

Rating R for abuse, rape, sexual situations, cursing, violence, the works.

Synopsis Somewhat asequel to 'Penitentiary.' Finally free from prison, Jak is left with a heart heavy from revenge and a mind cluttered with thoughts about his tormentor. JakErol

Comments Jak II, slightly AU. I don't think it's quite exactly a sequel to 'Penitentiary,' and you don't have to read it, but I implore you--Read it! I And review it. I need more reviews..

Dedications Everyone who read Penitentiary, I suppose.

Disclaimer Jak II and All of it's characters belong to Naughty Dog, and I am making absolutely no money from this excursion of fandom.

Jak looked around the room with a bored look, already having had become rather used to his surroundings. The very essence of the room reeked of something completely different than the Erol he had known while in prison. The Erol portrayed by the tidiness of the room, the large, un-smudged glass windows and expensive furniture was no one he'd met before.

He tapped his foot, head lolling to the side a bit. He had to admit, the chair was one of the most comfortable he'd ever sat in during his entire life. He made him want to sleep, really. And if it took Erol any longer to get back, he would fall asleep. He looked to the door, wondering when he would return.. It had already been 2 hours..

Once inside, Erol took a seat, leaning far back into his chair. He held out his arm to another seat, and Jak sat down, looking around. He'd never imagined that Erol actually had a place to sleep.. To be quite honest, he'd never even thought that much about him, other than when he was there in the cell with him, or when he was torturing him. He looked up as the fire-headed man grabbed his bottle back up.

The silence was uncomfortable and heavier than Kiera's old zoomer, but Jak really didn't know what to say. In truth, he almost didn't know if he could say anything. And he didn't seem too much like talking either. However, both of them were alerted by the crackle of the radio from across the room. "Erol, come in."

The bottle was slammed back down accompanied by a scoff of annoyance, and Erol rose to answer it. He scooped it up roughly, and spoke into it. "Yes?" How unnerved he was was apparent to Jak, however the person on the opposite end might not have been able to sense the reply was dripping with discontentment.

Jak took this opportunity to turn around and look out of the large windows behind him, eyes widening and jaw dropping a bit at the sight of the stadium. He'd never seen it before.. It was beautiful, especially at night, it's large flame burning bright enough to be seen clearly from where he was at that moment. He was so enthralled that he didn't notice Erol's closeness, until he spoke, breath flooding onto his cheek.

"I said, I'd be back," the stern voice obviously repeated as Jak's oceanic blue eyes darted to their corners. He gave a curt nod, and the commander stood, grabbing his guns back up as he headed out the door. After he exited, Jak exhaled.

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Jak opened his eyes. Well, he could have sworn they were open, but couldn't exactly tell, as the difference between the darkness of when they were open and when they were closed was hardly recognizable. It took him a second, but he realized he was laying down. He breathed inward quickly, starting to shuffle before his arms were steadied by being pinned above his head.

"Don't move," the voice commanded, and he instantly recognized it as Erol's. His eyes darted around, and he hoped they would focus soon, so that his surroundings might be unveiled. He made another audible breath as he felt a pair of hips straddling his. Fidgeting under the racer's weight, he heard the near-apology. "When I came back you were asleep.. It took too damn long."

He could feel the space between them both closing, and this was confirmed when he felt the commander's tongue on his jaw. "What did you come back for, Jak..?" He had no idea that he knew his name. He'd never given it to him.. For that matter, how had the Baron known his name as well? He tried to recall the day he'd been captured, and one person came to mind--Daxter. Before he'd blacked out, he remember Daxter calling his name. He consciousness was drawn back to the man above him as he nibbled on his ear tenderly.

Erol had feared the question was rhetorical, having never heard the blond elf speak, and was a bit shocked that he got a response. "I don't know." He pulled back a bit, looking down at the faint outline that was Jak.

"Really?" He seemed a little taken aback, but after a beat, returned to tantalizing him with kisses and bites. The renegade was a little bit intoxicated by his smell--this more gentle Erol had actually had time to smell, as he wasn't being raped furiously--the sweaty and alcohol tainted aroma. "Well.. Welcome back, then."

He could feel the heat and lingering desire had started accumulating deep in his gut rise as his goggles were torn from his head and casually tossed to the side, causing no pain, but using just enough force to be arousing. Fingers glided up his face, callously stroking his cheek, another hand winding it's way down his torso.

As his hands had been released, they had snaked their way up Erol's chest, and he gripped his collar, pulling his lips down to greet his own. "Mm," the red-head nearly protested, but the drive, the adrenaline and exertion put forth by Jak was quite welcome.

The innocence Erol had once craved had been replaced by carnality, and being force-fed pleasure was a new sensation--one he liked very much.

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The building behind him was tall and haunting in the sunrise, completely black against the brilliant colors of the slowly brightening sky. There was a lump in his throat, and a knot in his stomach, his palms were sweaty, and his mind was speeding faster than a Racer going 70 mps. Not to mention his muscles were kinked up from the grueling session he'd just had...

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When Daxter awoke, he opened his eyes to find a room devoid of any friendly faces. He could hardly consider Torn a friend, and he was the only person there. The second-in-command was sitting on a pile of books behind his war table, looking at the plans spread across the table. The ottsel hopped and waddled over to him, clambering upon a stool.

"Where's Jak?" His question was short, and simple, but a very important question to him. Torn's eyebrow kneaded and he glanced down at the rodent, looking back to his plans with tired cerulean eyes before answering.

"He went out."

"Do you know where he went?"

Torn's palm hit the desk in frustration. He wasn't exactly the type of person to enjoy his train of thought being interrupted. He could understand that the rat was worried, but he was in position to answer. He turned his head to him, not giving a second thought as to how harshly he was glaring. "No. I don't." He waved his hand dismissingly, looking away. "He probably went for a walk to clear his head.. Or get away from you."

He'd caught the harsh comment, but for once Daxter didn't feel like making a quirky retort. The elfin man could sense the ottsel's distress from across the room. He exhaled. "Go look for him if you're so worried. Although, I'm sure your friend is fucking fine."

At that moment, the two large granite doors slid open, and the stead footsteps of a renegade were heard. "Speak of the devil," Torn said casually, flicking a glare in Daxter's general direction. Daxter hopped off his stool and padded over to his friend, crossing his arms.

"Where have you been?!" Jak looked down to his best friend, raising his eyebrow.

"I.. went for a walk. Sorry I didn't tell you, I didn't want to wake you up," He said, sounding extremely honest. He sat down, and started to peel off his boots. Daxter seemed convinced enough, and hopped up on the bed, sitting down watching him.

"Well.. okay." Jak glanced over to Torn, frowning.

"That was an awfully long walk..." Torn trailed off, giving Jak a stern, and guilt-trip tossing look. "There's not a lot you can do with 5 hours in Haven City." He got up and blew out the lamp, walking over to the bed beside Jak's and laying down. "Well.. Goodnight."

"... Goodnight."

A/N: OMGWTFBBQ I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG YOU GUYS!! Really, I have an excuse! … Oh wait, no I don't. Unless you count school and writer's block as an excuse. But I don't. Excuses include: Death, ailment, noncomputerhavingness and Diet Pepsi Shortage. But I really have no excuse.. But I hope this chapter is long enough and pleasing enough for you all. I like it very much!!

It's becoming a trend for me, I think, to start writing a chapter, and then, one night, be utterly inspired, and take what I wrote before and use it in the chapter rather than have it be the chapter.. The example here is the conversation between Torn and Daxter. This fanfic may be about Jak and Erol, but I really wanna try to include all the other characters somehow or another.

Okay! In other news.. I have an idea for another multi-chapter fanfic, but, I'm probably going to keep on thinking and conceptualizing about it until then.. It has much to do with people's pasts. Because I've seen people do stories about some pasts, but.. Well, there are only a few that I like. Because most of them have summat to do with some sort of original character. While some oC's are okay, c'mon guys, does EVERYONE have to fall in LOVE to have a self revelation?

Anyway!

Elin: You know what's weird? The day after I wrote Chapter 3, I was playing Jak II, and had gotten to the part where you race Erol, and heard him say, "This city is mine, Eco Freak!" I had no idea he said that! O.O That's.. rather creepy, huh? XD I had no idea he said that!! BUT IT ENDED UP BEING SO PERFECT!! XDDDDD Thanks for your comment! :: Hug. :: Oh yeh.. Ne, ne, leave some Erol for the rest of us.. XD And Jak.

Sabulana: Sabubu.. XD Mwahaha, yesh, rape them, rape them gewd. I'll take the responsibility for your obsession wholly, because, well.. Heck, I dunno, but I'll do it! XD Sankyuu for always reviewing, m'friend.

Lyleda: Glad to make your day. Thanks for your comment, luvvly. :D

ShadowQueen Lizz: :: Accepts goodies. XD :: Well, here's your chapter. Muffie? Bunneh? XD Sounds like fun to me!! D

Cherrii: Well, in that case.. I LOVE YOU TOO! ;D

Sheero: Sheero, Sheero, Sheero.. How I love thee so. XD :: Motivated. :: Thank you so much for commenting! Chu know I loves eet, right? I don't know if this update can be considering soon, but.. XDD I mean, it's here, right?!

Anonymous: Well, he's the only fuzzy dude around.. XD I just get tired of calling him "Daxter" so much. I mean, I have to call him something else if I'm going to say his name so often, right? XD Thanks for your comment. 3

Kyoko; Decendant of Aura: Fanart? EEEK!! I'd love to see your artwork sometime! .

Speaking of fanart, and thanks to Kyoko for reminding me, I have a deviant art account, and I have a picture inspired by this story up. Wanna see? Well, go to the DA page of Kyrie-Sanctus. If you have some problems finding me, leave a review, and I'll put the URL there.

I'd looooove for you guys to see it, and I'll PROBABLY DEFINITELY be doing more UEA inspired artwork.

Mos def.

See in your chapter 5!