1Author's Note:

Weeeell. I've been wanting to write a Jak and Daxter story for a long time and I finally had the courage to do sooo. So, voila. Here it is.

Jak and Daxter belong to Naughty dog.

Naught. Dog.

DURR. Can you not SEE the yaoi in the name? -shot-

–W–

Rain. It's wet.

I hate wet.

Why did rain have to be so wet?

I glared at the sky, daring it to rain more.

And of course, it did.

"Augh, damn it, Jak, wait up!" I could barely make out his outline in this current of pure wet evil. "Jak! God damn it hold the fuck up!"

"Dax?"

"WHAT!?"

Bang.

"...Pole."

"Thanks Jak." Glancing down at the crushed bread and eggs in the paper sack, I tried to ignore his laughing.

"Need some help?"

"No I don't need any help, geez." Pulling the bag closer, I skipped around him and continued on my way. I heard him laughing behind me for nearly ten yards.

–W–

"Finally."

"Home sweet bar." Grinning, I tossed the soaked cloak to the side and kicked off my boots.

Suddenly, I also had another one of my brilliant ideas.

"Hey Jakko!"

"Huh?" He was fighting with the leather ties on his boots. I'd told him not to wear those.

"We should go visit Keira!" The boot whizzed right past my ear. Didn't give me even enough time to blink. "Eh!?"

"No." He stared at me, resting his elbow on his bent knee. "I'm good."

"Awe, why not? So the ol' green codger'll be there. I don't give a damn!" Taking a seat in front of him, I rested my chin in my hand. "What's with the sudden 'I hate my childhood love interest' mood?"

"Nothing."

It clicked.

We'd been living together for about two years now. Two glorious years having two feet and apposable thumbs again. The moment I was able, Jak made sure he was my first kiss.

A little old for the Dax-man to have a first kiss but hey, I was savin' the good, a'ight?

Anyway. I'd been two years since we'd see the ol' Green Goon and his hot little Mama of a daughter, though I'd long lost interest in HER when I could have Jak.

And this shocked me.

Why hadn't we gone to see them before? Come to think of it, I'd mentioned it before and he'd reacted the exact same way. The only reason I could think of was...

"You haven't TOLD them?!" I found myself on me knees between his legs, hugging his knees to my sides for support. "You haven't said ANYTHING to them about us being..well..and 'us'?"

"Dax..." He rubbed his eye and put his hand back behind him to hold himself up. "I didn't think they'd need to know..."

"Jak, helLOH." Nose to nose, I stared cross-eyed at him. "The hell?!"

"It wasn't any of their business, alright?" He shoved me to my back and got up, kicking his other boot off in a hurry and starting towards the bar,

Good thing I'd hid his good rum.

"I didn't find it important."

"Not importa–Jak? Jak they didn't see you kiss me?"

"No."

"Or the fact that you moved into my family bar."

"Nope."

"Or the fact you screwed me the moment you had the chance–"

"No, Dax, they have no clue!"

"Where the hell do they think you are?!"

"I DON'T KNOW." He turned and a bottle smashed between my feet. I grimaced and looked at a shard of glass now embedded in it. I glanced back up when I heard him hit my counter, he had his back to me.

"...Jak..."

"They don't have any clue what I friggin' went through. For two years I had you there on my shoulder, I slept with you curled up against my chest. We went through everything together. Not to mention all the time we spent together before I knocked you into that Dark Eco."

"Jak, that was an accident–"

"It was my fault though." He turned to look at me, a violent spark in his eye. I tossed the glass from my foot away and skipped to sit in a stool across from him.

"Jak, I'm fine now." I went to touch his shoulder and he shrugged my hand away. "Jak..."

"Just no."

"They need to know, Jak." I felt my energy draining and the throbbing started against where I'd hit my head on the pole. "They're our friends."

"Damn it Dax." I was on my back staring at an angry Jak in seconds.

No rhyme intended.

"Jak." My shoulders were throbbing now too.

That's when I knew he'd escalated into Ecstacy Anger.

His violent romantic nature.

He moved slowly, never taking that glare off my eye as he swung his leg over to straddle my hips.

"Jak."

"Rrgh." His eyes flashed black and his hands jabbed under my shirt, his skin rubbing so hard against mine it left my chest hot and I'm pretty sure quite red. His mouth fell open slightly and he leaned in close. "No, no they don't."

"J-jak?"

Here was a pause...and then the flood.

My nails dug into the floor as his nails raked hard across the bare skin under my shirt. They weren't his average nails, oh no. They never were. He somehow learned to toss in Dark and Light when we played, and I can't say I disliked it.

Short gasped and my shirt was over my head and gone, and I barely had time to glimpse his eyes flash when his teeth took my neck hostage, clamping down just hard enough to tease my air pipe closed. He chewed lightly, jsut before he got blood, and then he dragged his hands roughly down my sides, his teeth following with run over and over across my ribs.

My ribs were outrageously sensitive. I'm thin, obviously, and this gives less muscle between the ribs and the skin, causing the nerves to be highly exposed.

And this caused me to squirm.

I had no where to go. I flailed my arms, and pulled my knees up. This only got me to toss off his goggles and grip his hair, and I had apparently placed a knee just so that it gave him a little pressure. He had one hand over my mouth, muffling my cries of morbid pleasure.

Yes, I've even been whipped. Don't look at me like that, alright, sucker?

I somehow managed the free his chest of his shirt.

Damn the difference was unnerving. I'm thin and lanky and kinda tallish. He's huge and muscular and overpowering.

Yeah, no hope here. Either I was in the mood, or I was going to be.

By the time we'd got to his room upstairs I was already bare and he scrambled the last of his clothing off, tossing me onto the bed and pouncing like a lion on a lamb.

Once again he pressed his chest on mine, nearly eliminating the breath I had left, and he tossed his leg slowly back over me.

Carefully this time, he trailed soft kisses down the center of my chest, ending at my navel.

Coming back up again, I felt him maneuver himself and gasped when he traced my lips with a finger.

"Dax..."

"Ah...Ahuh...?" Silent as I could, I gripped the sheets and closed my eyes. He pressed himself against my entrance.

"You're blushing...you're almost as dark at your bangs." His voice was low, husky. I loved it.

I couldn't reply.

"Hmhmhm...here..." He pressed his lips against my neck, and slipped his index and middle finger into my mouth. I knew this caused pleasure for him, and announced a soon-coming. My tongue instinctively traced the grooves and I slid my teeth along the digits effortlessly. His other hand gripped my shoulder heartlessly. Not a second after I let his fingers free were they in me again.

I screamed into his hand.

"Did it hurt? Good. This'll be a fun night."