Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I didn't. Just borrowing them for the story.
Warnings: this story contains yaoi, abuse and swearing (one whole word. I think.) Don't like it, then why are you reading it?
A/N: Yeah I know, this story was supposed to be up eons ago, but I kept getting writers block (lousy excuse huh?) Any who, this is my version of Jak's time in prison, and my first attempt at writing Erol as the bad guy (he's not bad, just misunderstood! .) So R&R please and let me know what you think. And no flaming.
Naughty Dog updated their site, Yay!!! There are a whole bunch of concept sketches of the characters (but no Erol) although there are two identical pictures of Jinx, maybe one of them was supposed to be Erol. One could only hope.
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It was late, and all prison activity had ceased. Only the guards roamed the halls, many of them with nothing to do but talk idly with one another, or play card games to pass the time. One member of the guard though, had found something more constructive to do.
The sounds his footsteps echoed off the steel walls as he made his way through the prison. And every so often, a prisoner would cry out in fear as he passed their cell. He smiled; he loved the way he could make them cringe with just his presents. He loved how they would beg for their lives, how they would plead for him not to hurt them, or beg for him to kill them. And then there were those who were defiant and strong willed; those who continued to withstand the other guard's methods of interrogation and torture. They were the ones who he enjoyed breaking the most. Because it meant that he could use crueler methods to break them. And the more aggressive he could be the more he enjoyed it. And in the end they all feared him more than the Baron.
And he loved it.
But tonight there was only one prisoner he wished to visit. And he wasn't one of the sniveling, pathetic wretches, or a stubborn punk. No. This one was different, this one was something new. This one was untouched by Haven City's corruption. This one had the one thing that no one else in the city had. He had innocence.
And Erol loved it.
The Commander's destination was the last cell on the top row. Like other doors on the top level, this prisoner's door was marked with the words 'Dark Warrior Program'. The program was the Baron's new plan for a weapon that would defeat the Metal Heads. But, so far all test subjects had died from the dark eco injections. Their latest 'guinea pig' though, was showing more promising results.
His smile turned to a sadistic grin as he neared the steel door. The echo of his footfalls faded as he came to a stop. He reached up a slid the small door that covered the barred window, and looked in. The cell was all but dark, with just enough illumination coming from a dim blue light to see in the small room. And there, on the room's one bed, was the Commander's new 'plaything'.
The boy slept silently, his tattered blanket pulled up under his chin. He had only been prisoner for a few months, and had only recently been added to the Dark Warrior Program, but his innocence remained. And Erol was going to do everything within his power to destroy it. By any means possible.
Erol removed a keycard from his pocket and slid it through the slot next to the door. The small light on the lock switched from red to green as the authority level was accepted, and the door slid open with a soft hiss. The boy showed no signs of waking, even as Erol stepped into the cell, the door sliding close behind him. He paused for a moment, listening as the door locked. Still the boy didn't wake. The KG Commander approached the sleeping figure, removing his racing mask as he did so, setting it on a small table by the bed.
He now stood over the sleeping figure, a faint smile playing across his lips as he watched the blonde sleep. His eyelids twitched a little, 'Are we having a nice dream?' Erol thought to himself with a smirk. He leaned over the boy placing his hands on either side of his head. At this Jak stirred, his eyes opening slowly.
"Morning Sunshine." He whispered coldly in the boy's ear.
The boy's head turned sharply at the sound of the voice, his soft blue eyes meeting the Commander's cold amber-brown ones. He gasped and scrambled away from the older elf, whose only reaction was to chuckle at the frightened boy.
Erol stood, still chuckling, and approached the younger elf, even as he continued to back himself into a corner.
"Where are you going to go?" Erol asked his voice laced with amusement. "The door is locked and there is no other way out." That said Jak looked around the cell as if to confirm the Commander's words. A dark chuckle brought his attention back to figure before him.
"What? Don't you believe me?"
The younger elf's response was to look down at his feet, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment. This only made the tattooed elf laugh. This was just too funny. This boy had absolutely no clue as to what was going to happen to him. Erol almost felt sorry for him. Fortunately such feelings pass quickly.
He stopped laughing when a movement caught his eye; the boy was trying to make a break for the locked door. Erol shook his head, "I thought we already covered this." he tsked as he moved to grab Jak. The younger elf ducked under the Commander's arm and swung his foot out in an attempt to kick the redhead. The attack failed. Erol dodged the attack and backhanded the blonde, sending him flying into the opposite wall. Jak groaned as he got to his hands and knees, his head hurt from the blow. The sound of heavy footsteps caught his attention and he looked up just in time to see Erol's foot slam into his stomach, the spike on the tip of the Commander's boot digging into his flesh. Jak's mouth gaped open in a silent scream as the kick lifted him off the ground and dumped him on his side. He lay there on the cold floor gasping for air, his arms wrapped around himself, he was pretty sure that a rib or two were now broken.
Erol watched him for a moment before reaching down and grabbing Jak by his green-blonde hair and pulling him into a sitting position. The boy winced, his hand wrapping around Erol's wrist trying to relive the strain on his head. The Commander's eyes narrowed as he glared at the younger elf.
"You better know who you're fucking with before you start something." He hissed, his voice no longer holding the amused tone that it held before.
Once he was satisfied that his threat had sunk in, Erol switched his hold from Jak's hair to his throat, and lifted him up to eye level. Unfortunately the Commander was taller and Jak's feet dangled about a foot in the air. Jak could have tried to attack the older elf again, but after the beating he had just received, he wasn't about to try anything that would anger the redhead farther. Instead he placed both hands on Erol's wrist and prayed that the Commander would soon be done with him.
The Commander's amused smirk once again crept across his face. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly people would submit when they were beaten and threatened. Although he did wish the boy would put up more of a fight. Oh well, he had other things in mind for the boy besides beating him. And with one particular thought in mind, he pressed his body against Jak's, their hips grinding together. At this Jak panicked and tried to push the older elf off. Erol's only response was to tighten his grip on the boy's throat as a warning. When he didn't stop struggling though, Erol scowled and slammed him against the wall, his hand tightening even more on the boy's throat. A quiet whimper escaped the boy's lips as he relaxed.
"How quickly we forget." Erol growled. "Or do we enjoy being beaten?"
The boy shook his head in response, choking back a sob.
"Good," He murmured, "Because I'd hate to ruin that pretty face of yours." The Commander's lips brushed against the blonde's as he spoke, Jak tensed at the touch, but didn't pull away. His struggles did renew though when the older elf's mouth sank into his, and once again Erol's hand clamped down on his neck, forcing Jak to cease his squirming.
The kiss was far from gentle, if anything it was forceful and aggressive. The Commander seemed bound and determined to force his way through the boy's mouth to the steel wall behind him. And when Erol bit down on Jak's lower lip, he jerked away; big mistake. The younger elf once again found himself flying through the air and colliding with the cell's unyielding steel walls. And it wasn't long after he hit the wall that he felt Erol's hand around his throat and his body being lifted off the floor. But instead of being slammed against the wall, Jak was pinned down on the bed with the Commander straddling him.
"You just don't get it do you?" Erol hissed as he leaned towards Jak, his hand tightly gripping the boy's throat. "You are mine to do what I wish, when I wish, regardless of what you think.
Jak shifted beneath the older elf feeling very uncomfortable with the position that he was in. He was beginning to wish someone would put him out of his misery. But he knew that wouldn't happen. Not as long as the Baron and Erol had plans for him. A silent sob escaped him, causing the Commander to smirk again.
"Don't you think you're a little old to be crying?" Erol mocked.
Jak sniffled, trying to hold back another sob, as he looked away from the Commander. He couldn't stand the way Erol looked at him. He was more uncomfortable under the redhead's gaze than he was being pinned under his body. Jak briefly wondered what could have happened to the Commander that would make those eyes so cold. People weren't born that way; at least Jak didn't think they where. So what could have happened to Erol that would have made him so cold-hearted and cruel? Jak could only imagine. And Erol was obviously not going to start telling a prisoner his life story.
His thoughts were interrupted when the elf above him moved.
Erol released Jak's neck and took his wrist. Even though Erol was sure that his threats would keep the boy submissive, he still didn't want to risk being struck if the boy started struggling again. He leaned forward, while at the same time stretching the boy's hands above his head. Jak's head was still turned to the side when Erol nuzzled against his cheek and jaw. Erol adjusted his grip on the boy's wrists so that he was now holding them both in his right hand. His now free left hand wandered down Jak's body before sliding under his tunic. Erol smiled when Jak shuddered beneath him.
"If you only knew of the things I have planned for you." Erol purred in Jak's ear before nipping at it.
Jak moaned despite himself. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, but his body didn't seem to be listening. He bit his lip, stifling another moan, as Erol ran his tongue along the boy's ear. Erol's mouth soon moved from the boy's ear and headed down his jaw and to his neck, all the while Jak gasped and moaned under the older elf's caresses, he didn't even protest when Erol's mouth found his again. Jak was so lost in everything that was being done to him, that he didn't even realize that he was grinding his hips against the Commander's. That is until Erol broke the kiss and brought it to his attention.
"I do believe someone is enjoying himself." Erol smirked, as he watched Jak blush. "But I'm not here for your enjoyment." He added, his tone darkening. Jak winced in pain as the Commanders fingers dug into his side, Jak's sore ribs protesting against the action. Fear filled Jak's eyes again as Erol grinned sadistically.
"I want to hear you…" Erol trailed off when his communicator crackled.
"Commander." The Baron's voice rumbled through the communicator.
Erol's ears flattened back at the sound of the man's voice. 'What the hell does he want now?' Erol thought bitterly. A scowl crossed his face as he answered.
"Yes, Baron Praxis?"
"Meet me in the throne room; there are a few things that I wish to discuss with you."
Erol growled low in his throat, his hand clamping down on the boy's wrists causing him to gasp.
"Yes Sir." He answered again, trying to keep the irritation from his voice. "I'll be there shortly."
With that the communicator went silent.
Erol snarled viciously as he slammed his fist against the wall. Of all the times that idiot chose to bother him, he had to choose now. Erol shifted his fierce gaze to the boy below him, and Jak once again found himself stirring uneasily under the Commander, that cruel look was back in his eyes. The two watched each other for a moment, the room falling into an uncomfortable silence, uncomfortable at least to Jak. And as for Erol, he found himself wondering if it would be worth taking his anger out on the boy or going out and finding someone else to beat on. A few tense moments later, Erol released Jak's wrists and stood.
"We'll finish this later." Erol said as he retrieved his mask and headed towards the door. The metal panel slid open with a soft sigh, allowing the Commander to exit. Jak slowly sat up as the door closed, and only after it locked did he cry openly. He hated being in the prison, he hated the Baron, he hated himself for enjoying the things Erol had done to him, even though he couldn't quite bring himself to hate Erol. Sure Jak feared the Commander, he was an intimidating person, but he didn't hate him. And that was the one thing that bothered him as he curled up on the bed. The Commander had just beaten him, and would have raped him had the Baron not interrupted them. One would think you would hate a person for doing such things to you.
Jak drew in a shuddering breath. He was going to have to learn to expect all kinds of rough treatment for as long as he was in prison, so there was no sense in crying about it. Erol had even said that he was too old to be crying, and he was right. But that didn't mean Erol had to tease him about it.
Jak rolled over so he was facing the wall, wincing slightly from the pain in his side. He may as well try to get some sleep before Erol came back, even if his sleep would be restless. He let out a soft sigh, pulling his thin blanket up around his shoulders as he slowly drifted off to sleep. The memories of the life he once had being his only comfort.
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Rant: Boy, I really dragged the ending out on this one. Its like it didn't want to end, or maybe I just suck at writing endings. Just look at my other two stories, their endings are terrible (at least I thought they were.) O.O Oh god, I'm bashing my own stories;; what is the world coming to? Ok, now that I've criticized myself, it's your turn (but that doesn't mean you can flame! You'll just be wasting your time.) R&R please.