So originally this was just a three chapter bit of smutty porn between Maya and Handsome Jack. I really fell in love with this pairing and well I really loved the chapters more than I should have. Soooooo I decided to turn it into a full length fiction. A fiction that is by far out of my normal writing style. I have been wanting to do a fan fiction where one of the characters gets knocked up for a very long time now, and well this one looked like prime real estate for the task. So yeah, this fic will be featuring a much tamer Handsome Jack than per usual. I have this head canon where Jack is so infatuated with Maya it actually softens him a little bit. He's his normal bat shit crazy self to everybody else, but the siren is like his exception. He's sweeter to her, more tender in nature when dealing with her and acts more lover toward her. Just for some background info on this, in this story Angel is already dead, though how that happened is in fact different from the game. In my fiction "Pet Play" I used a head canon where Jack was actually the one to kill Angel, not the vault hunters. I imagine this happened when he forced an eridium dosage on her that was much too high and she could not handle it, resulting in her death. I feel like having Angel's death on his hands is more interesting and makes for a more broken Jack. So anyway in this fic I am going to try my hand at smut, pregnancy and drama all in one! Phew! You guys ready? Strap on in, grab some popcorn, shits about to get weird.
Black Nights and Fancy Cars
The fast travel station knocked the wind out of her as she reconstructed and landed lightly on the ground.
She gave a cough and tried to catch here breath irritably. Fast travel was just what it's name implied...but it sure was hell on the body.
She flexed her left hand, trying to get feeling back in her fingertips and breathed out long and heavy.
She felt aged.
In just one single day her body felt as if she were suddenly about eighty years old. Her bones ached, she had burn streaks decorating her uniform, and she had a ringing in her ears that just wouldn't shake. One too many close grenade detonations she figured. She had blood caked in her hair, blood that of course was not her's, and dirt jammed up underneath her ragged fingernails.
She was a sorry excuse for a woman that was for damned sure.
Pandora did that to a girl though.
There was no routine makeup in the mornings, and the fussing over your hair. Half the time her makeup just ended up all down her face and she'd nearly chopped off all her hair just not wanting to deal with it in general.
Yeah she'd given up on 'girly' things a hell of a long time ago.
Long showers were out of the question, and perfume was hard to come by.
She'd just accepted smelling like a wet bullymong most the time, besides it wasn't that hard to get used to.
Everybody on the damned planet smelled that way.
It was like nobody had ever heard of a bath, or just didn't care to take one.
She let her shoulders fall and she cracked her neck to the side, resulting in a satisfying pop. She looked at her surroundings silently.
The fast travel was located just on the edge of the Highlands, tucked back in a little nook of hills.
With a great sigh she began hauling her tired body up over the grassy hill closest to her. Once on top of it, she could see out over the landscape for miles.
The glittering lights of Opportunity lit up the night sky like Christmas decorations in the dark.
The city was grand, and it seemed to grow every time she set eyes on it.
It wasn't like she came out here too often...but when she did she always tended to marvel in the wonder of the flourishing city.
How could something so grand even exist on this god forsaken planet. Pandora did not house anything 'nice' or 'grand'. Pandora just bred slime and hole in the wall towns with too many drunks and infestations of Skags.
She stood on the hill silently, shifting her weight to one hip, her short cropped blue locks tickling lazily at her ears.
Maybe Handsome Jack did have it right.
Maybe change was what this planet needed.
She shook her head irritably.
No, the guy was a maniac.
His city might have been luscious...but that didn't help the fact that he was a damned basket case.
The siren felt a lump form in her chest.
That thought only made the fact of her even being here a harder pill to swallow.
What was she doing here?
She'd told herself the last time that it would in fact BE the last time.
Yet...here she was again.
Was she stupid?
Yeah probably.
How long could she get away with this stupid little habit?
This stupid little secret?
She told herself she didn't want it, didn't need it. She told herself that every damned time. But once again she'd end up at the lonely little fast travel behind the hills with the pretty little view of the pretty city.
Everybody on this stupid planet had their secrets, and she was just no different.
No worse or better than anybody else's...at least that was what she told herself.
If the other vault hunters ever found out...oh god they would kill her. Shun her, shame her and turn their backs on her.
She swallowed hard and shook her head.
They wouldn't find out.
She'd been pulling this for months and managed to keep it under wraps. She was fine. This was fine.
She groaned out.
No it wasn't.
It wasn't 'fine'.
It was wrong, so very fucking wrong.
She kicked a clump of grass with her booted foot and scoffed.
She'd made it a whole two months without scratching this god damned itch she'd formed, this addiction she'd fallen to.
Two whole months.
All for nothing.
Suddenly her ears were kissed by the smooth sounds of a rumbling engine breaking across the quiet night.
She gulped and felt her cheeks darken in color, searing with heat formed from nerves and anticipation.
She could just turn around, really she could.
Turn around and pretend this never happened. This moment of pure, utter, weakness.
But god it would be so good to just...indulge after such a fucking long, wearing day.
Was that so wrong?
She stood at the hill frozen in place, the pulls of good and bad yanking her back and forth.
She cursed under her breath and started down the hill tiredly.
She was already fucking here, no use in turning back now.
She'd been knocked around by Varkids and bandits and loaders and god knew what else all day, she fucking deserved this.
Maya breathed out shakily.
She needed this.
Living with a bunch of dirty, smelly, crude, men certainly took its toll on her after a while.
Living in a household where burping and farting and chewing with your mouth open was perfectly acceptable got old real quick.
Sometimes she just wanted some god damned time to pamper herself a little bit. Some time to focus on her.
Living with vault hunters was not easy.
Not one bit.
She barely got a moment to herself anymore.
She just needed a night away.
Just one night...and so she went to the only escape she knew.
For something she knew was so wrong, it just felt so damned right.
The drone of the engine was coming closer now, echoing off the hills and surrounding her hearing.
Maya stopped at the bottom of the hill, adjusting her gun on her hip.
She looked down at her dirty uniform.
Something inside her almost wished she'd had the chance to clean up just a little bit.
There was a slight pang of embarrassment in her gut.
Faint headlights came around the bend, bathing the landscape in brilliant pale light.
She crossed her arms and did her best to put her nonchalant, expressionless face on.
She didn't like looking too eager, or too nervous.
Made her look weak, and she'd be damned if she let that happen.
Not in this situation.
This was all about her making sure she still had control of the power, all about her looking like her usual badass self.
She buried the butterflies in her stomach and the stupid girlish flip flops her hear was preforming.
All about being cool and collected.
That was the key.
The sleek, black vehicle closed the gap between her and it, coming to a gentle stop right at her unmoving feet.
It's growling engine rumbled the ground around her.
She raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar vehicle.
The thing certainly didn't look Pandoran.
Import from another planet for sure.
Suddenly the passenger door hissed open and raised up into the air, inviting her inside dauntingly.
Maya stood there for a moment, a grim look on her face as she watched the door open, then her eyes darted inside.
She was met by two glinting mismatched eyes, and a million dollar smile that could melt your heart right down to a puddle of mush.
"Hey there pumpkin." The figure occupying the driver's seat cooed to her smoothly.
He leaned back in the seat a little, his right arm draped across the passenger seat's headrest.
His hands were big and masculine, old blueish-green ink wrapping around his right wrist, his eyes boring holes in Maya's very being.
Damn him, she thought avoiding eye contact with him.
She felt her breath catch in her throat and tried her best not to let the flush on her cheeks show.
Maya breathed silently through her nose and made a sort of "hurumph" noise.
"Jack." She muttered the greeting half heartedly.
She yanked her rocket launcher off her back and blatantly shoved it into the small backseat, taking little care for the vehicles expensive looking interior.
Jack made a small hissing noise and muttered a little 'watch the leather seats hun...' through his gritted teeth.
Maya ignored it and plunked herself down in the empty seat.
She let loose of a long sigh as she molded into the plush seat.
She was pretty sure she hadn't felt anything more comfortable in all her damned life.
She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing in the softness of the seat, her body melting into the material.
Maya could feel that smug expression of his boring into her.
She snapped her eyes open and glared over at him.
Sure enough there was that stupid, pompous grin clinging to his lips and that playful rich nature in his eyes.
"You like the new ride kiddo?" He hummed smoothly, his eyes playing over her lightly.
Maya scowled and shrugged.
"It's alright I guess." She snarled.
Jack laughed heartily.
God damn that laugh of his.
It was deep and thick and just about the sweetest thing that had ever kissed the siren's ears.
It sent chills down Maya's spine and pleasant tingles between her thighs.
She mentally cursed herself.
Calm the fuck down...she barked to herself in her head.
Jack reached down and wrapped that big, talented hand of his around the shifter and pushed the vehicle into drive.
"It's custom made. Had it shipped from a little industrial planet couple moons over. Only one in the universe." Jack bragged leaning back in his seat as the beast rumbled to life and got up to speed.
It was ridiculously smooth even on the vicious terrain.
"Of course it is." Maya growled rolling her eyes.
Jack side glanced at her and made a fake little pouting face.
"Well somebodies in quite the mood. What's wrong kiddo? It's been so long and here you are giving me the cold shoulder?" Jack said looking at the Siren and frowning over dramatically.
Maya snorted.
"It's been a long day." She snapped irritably.
Jack made a low sound in his throat, obviously enjoying the Siren's snark.
He shot her a wicked, ominous grin and reached over to stroke a long finger down the side of her jawline.
"And it's gunna be a long night sweetheart." He whispered his fingers leaving Maya's skin burning and sensitive.
Maya caught the beginning of a moan in her throat and swallowed it down quickly.
Jack didn't say another word, he simply left the comment hanging in the air, heavy in the small cab of the sleek car.
The silence consumes every space, every breath every second.
Maya can hear her heart booming in her ears, her blood flowing hot and fierce.
Her eyes wandered over her counterpart.
Soaking in the simple way he sits behind the wheel. Relaxed, calm, smooth, head leaned back against the headrest, one hand on the wheel the other still rested on Maya's seat.
She felt her breath hitch and he shifted his position, his tight pants crinkling subtly where his thighs met, his zipper and button matching solid gold, real gold no doubt.
She took a moment to really soak in his attire.
It wasn't what he normally wore to these little meet ups.
This time he was adorned in a full dress suit. Ebony in coloration, the sleeves rolled up to the crooks of his elbows neatly. Gold buttons in the shape of the Hyperion "H" kept the front latched together in a tidy, ornate sort of way.
The fabric clung to his every definition, his wide shoulders, the swells of his abdominal muscles, his chest.
Maya swallowed and fidgeted with the hem of her own dirty combat pants.
God she looked like trash in comparison with his full out three piece suit.
"Why the fuck are you so dressed up?" Maya barked, breaking the silence harshly.
Jack gave a small little chuckle and turned the wheel fluidly as he took a corner around a hill.
"Had a big meeting today." He answered simply, giving no more details than were needed.
Maya nodded and turned her attention out the window.
She needed to distract herself for god's sake, she was already getting way too worked up just looking at the bastard.
The trip wasn't long.
It never was.
The lights of the city got closer and closer, until they were consumed by them.
The streets were smooth and well lit, street lights flicking by the vehicle one after the other.
There were glowing signs for bars, and restaurants. Illuminated windows from homes and apartment complexes. There were families walking the streets, happy, headed out to dinner, maybe a movie.
Couples on first dates, headed out for drinks or a walk in one of the many parts dotting the city's layout.
Maya breathed out slowly.
She guessed it would be rather nice living here. Not having to worry about bandit attacks, or someone ransacking your house in the middle of the night. She sure as hell knew they didn't have to worry about being shot for stupid reasons such as "You looked at me wrong." She had actually seen a murder go down exactly like that. Pathetic really. Too many idiots with guns on this planet.
But Jack's army of loaders and men certainly made sure nothing like that happened in Opportunity.
Nothing got passed their radar...well with the exception of herself.
She was a bandit, a vault hunter, a siren, and the last person on the planet that should setting foot in this town.
Her eyes darted over to the male to her left once more.
Any normal day she'd have been captured or shot dead for even so much as showing her face around here...but she...she was the exception.
You kinda got a little leeway when you were fucking the head honcho. Maya sighed and shook her head.
It sounded so awful when she actually thought about it.
She pushed the thought out of her head and tried to just focus on how the heated seats were causing her sore muscles to unravel.
It was things like this that made it worth it.
She watched as the vehicle pulled into the all too familiar parking garage, and parked in the all too familiar parking spot.
Jack pushed the car into park and pushed the stop button.
The engine quieted and Jack stuffed the space-like set of keys into his coat pocket.
Maya felt her heart in her throat.
She unlatched her seatbelt as Jack closed his door and casually walked around the vehicle to open Maya's.
Maya clambered out of the low slung car and glared at Jack as he held the door, grinning wryly at her.
"I can open my own fucking door." She snarled at him as she hauled her rocket launcher back onto her shoulders.
Jack rolled his eyes at the Siren.
"You're welcome princess." Jack hissed after her, his mismatched eyes swimming over her as she sashayed toward the elevator.
The door's slid open and dinged as they closed, trapping the two unusual counterparts alone in it's confines.
Jack glanced over at the siren, a small grin clinging to his lips like heavy drapes.
Maya narrowed het eyes at him.
"Quit staring at me." She snapped adjusting the rocket on her back.
Suddenly Jack grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look at him.
He closed the gap between them, prodding the siren back into the wall.
For a second, a twinge of fear sparked through Maya's veins.
Had she been too snarky?
Despite having done this many times before, she still always worried one day she'd cross the line and Jack would snap.
He was the great Handsome Jack. Murderer, self-centered psychopath, dictator. He wasn't exactly known for being the "sanest" man on the planet.
He ran his blunt thumb over Maya's chapped bottom lip delicately, eyes observing her, scrutinizing her.
"You do this on purpose don't you?" Jack breathed huskily.
Maya tensed at the tone of his voice.
It had changed, lowered, become deeper, huskier...more needing.
"Do what?" Maya choked attempting to sound confident and defiant.
Jack groaned lowly, his palm sliding down her thin neck, pressing into her windpipe ever so slightly.
"You are so stubborn, defiant, you don't obey anyone...no matter how hard I try I just can't break you of being so feral." Jack damn near moaned the last word as it rolled off his tongue.
Maya breathed out shakily as his big hand closed harder on her throat.
I was threatening and arousing in the very same breath and it left Maya's brain spinning with confusion.
She wanted to feel frightened, and she did, but at the same time she couldn't ignore the heat in her groin and the spark in her gut.
"You know what that does to me." He snarled hotly, his lithe tongue coming to drag up Maya's exposed throat.
He came to her ear, his lips hot and wet, centimeters from the skin.
Maya's eyes fluttered closed and her mouth fell open just slightly.
She wanted his lips on her ear.
She wanted it so fucking badly.
The way he'd suck her lobe in-between whispering the nastiest of things into the shell of the anatomy. His voice kissing her senses and melting her better judgement.
She waited for it, counting the seconds as they ticked by.
She cracked one eye open, when the sensation of his lips never came.
She could feel him grinning.
That taunting, vicious little playful smile.
The kind of smile a bad child might crack knowing he was misbehaving.
Involuntarily Maya let an impatient little noise slip past her lips.
Jack pulled away all together, gently brushing a lock of Maya's blue bangs out of her face as his fingers left her.
Maya looked at him almost disappointedly and let loose of the heavy breath she had been holding.
"Oh you are impatient tonight aren't you kiddo?" Jack chuckled burying his hands in his trouser pockets.
Maya growled angrily, her eyebrows knitting together disapprovingly.
Fuck him, she thought angrily.
She didn't like that he knew exactly how to push her buttons.
She crossed her arms and avoided eye contact with the stupidly perfect man.
The elevator dinged as it settled on it's floor and the doors yawned open.
Jack looked at the clearly anger siren and held out his arm.
"Ladies first." He cooed softly.
Maya snorted at him and stormed past irritably.