Surprisingly enough, they'd been lovers for almost 6 years now. Not surprising to them, but to the people of the world. Even if wasn't any of their damn business, they'd just never imagined their hero and his little sidekick to be together like that. And to manage for so long! Maybe a one-night screw would have been normal, even expected, but to be in love? It definitely disturbed the majority of Haven. The Spargians didn't really care, so long as it wasn't shoved into their faces.

But, what did peer pressure mean to great heroes such as them?

-/-

"Marry me." He whispered unexpectedly one night after love making. The other blinked blurrily, shaking himself from his light doze. "Huh? Wh..Whattya say?" He was obviously dreaming and did not just hear what he thought-

"Marry me."

The redhead turned in the circle of huge tan arms, gazing up into twin blues, searching...

"Yer serious?" He asked, all trace of sleep gone.

After a tense moment, his answer was a slow nod. He grunted in dissatisfaction and tangled his fingers into thick green-blonde curls, tugging gently. "No. Say it again."

"Yes,"

He pulled again, sharply.

"Marry me, Daxter."

They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, and he tried to convey all the unspoken worries – There is no going back, yer sure you want me? This?-

His lover's stare never faltered and a minute later, a grin crept across his pale face as he nuzzled into the green-blonde's muscled chest.

Nothing would change.

"Mm, thought you'd never ask, sugar."

One tilt of his head and they were slowly pressing their lips together.

They opened their eyes and contemplated each other.

I love you.

-/-

Now, this wasn't something they could just pull out their guns, say "Fuck it! We do what we want!" with renegade grins on their faces as they blasted shit apart.

They couldn't do that, now. Not with this.

Despite that, nobody could stop them from referring to each other as spouses.

And nobody could definitely stop them from wearing golden bands on their left ring fingers.

And they were just fine with that. Had planned it that way in fact. They just didn't want to have a big fancy-shmancy wedding with people watching or a pope yapping away for an hour. Perhaps when they were younger they held childish dreams of having a marriage ceremony with a beautiful woman –At that time, they fought over who would marry Keira-. But those dreams were crushed the instant they were spat out in Haven City. While Jak could laugh all he wanted to at the idea of Dax wearing a wedding dress –the big jerk- they were more than content with simply getting their legal documents signed under Sig's crappy old pen.

"You sure 'bout this, cherries? You know I could-"

Dax dramatically waved the papers and slammed them down onto the throne's thick arm rest. "Sign away, big guy! Times'a wasting."

Jak shook his head and moved closer to the steps, "It's okay, Sig. It's what we want."

"It just ain't our style."

The big man shrugged his heavily-plated shoulders and narrowed his eyes at the small print. The papers themselves all held together with a feeble paperclip, already looked stained and wrinkled in some places.

"You boys really don't care much 'bout this, do you?" He asked in almost amusement and scrolled down until he found the signature line. The pen had to be shaken roughly before ink finally decided to come out; It hadn't been used in quite a while as Spargus was known for ripping off faces rather than signing treaties.

Jak and Daxter shared a look before shrugging unceremoniously –At the same time. They were in sync so much, it was sometimes creepy-.

"We don't want to make a big fuss about it, really."

"Yeah! As you know, we're world famous and such that stuff like that spreads preeeetty quickly!"

Without further ado, Dax planted himself on the arm rest as well, bumping into Sig's arm and nearly messing up the signature. Anyone else would've been shot in the head for even thinking about sitting on the king's throne like this. Not Daxter. He was different.

"There." Sig lifted the documents, "And take this too." The pen was placed with the small bundle into Dax's gloved hands.

Curiosity got the better of him, he momentarily ignored the redhead and looked down at Jak. "Do the city slickers know 'bout this?"

The green-blonde rolled his eyes. He knew Sig was referring to the Havenites. More importantly, he was referring to Ashelin.

"No. Not yet."

The Spargus king chuckled deeply, "Good luck with that, Chilipepper."

Yeah. Luck. Then again, he didn't even know when they were going back to Haven. It'd been awhile..

"Ah, who cares! Red'll find out soon enough. I told ya, this kinda shit spreads likes fire."

Sig snorted and finally shoved Daxter off, who cackled and hopped down the stone steps to take his place next to his partner –now technically his husband.

Jak raised an eyebrow and reached over to flick the side of his head.

"Ow! Hey!"

Sig rolled his eye, "Would you two just get outta here already?"

They playfully saluted, but Sig didn't fail to notice the warm gratitude in their eyes, silently thanking him for doing this for them. And he watched with an unexplainable feeling in his chest as they left the throne room, side-by-side, hands constantly brushing against one another.

-/-

CHKCHK-BOOM!

The metalhead had only a second to screech before its guts were splattered across the dirt. Eugh. Disgusting. But Dax was used to it at this point.

Once again, they'd been sent on a suicide mission, this time to clear out a den of metalheads. The place was swarming with them and before heading in the only thing Jak told him was to "Shoot first. Collect skull-gems later."

And yeah, he could do that. No need to tell him twice.

Abruptly, he spun and shot another creature that lunged for him, blasting it right in its outstretched stomach. "Dammit! I'm outta Vulcan ammo, Jak!" He yelled to his partner, who stood a few yards away. Unsurprisingly, the blonde ignored him in favor of taking care of his own batch of metalheads.

It was fine. Checking, he saw that he still had some blaster magazines in store. But, it wouldn't last long and Dax did not want to be stuck here with only red ammo… That shit was useless. It stunned the creatures and took a couple blasts to actually kill them.

A sharp set of claws caught his upper arm, shredding his tunic and thankfully not catching any skin. "Fuck!" Daxter stumbled away quickly and on instincts alone brought up his gun as a club, whacking the ugly monster away by the face.

Loud screeching and the sound of exploding electricity caused him to jump. He turned to confirm that Jak had just set off his peacemaker and managed to kill more or less 15 of the metalheads. Daxter ran forward as they exploded into blobs of Dark Eco and sank into Jak's skin.

"Hey, Dax? I need to ask you something."

"What?!" Now really wasn't the time for a nice, homely Sunday conversation.

Without blinking, Daxter set his gun to scatter mode and shot at 5 charging scorpion-heads, not bothering to watch as they too, exploded.

"What do you think about having children?"

The question caught him off guard, so inexplicable and SO UNEXPECTED that Dax stumbled over his own feet and stood frozen in the middle of chaos, wasting precious time as he stared at his partner with wide eyes.

What the fuck?

Jak made up for that time by efficiently clicking his gun to reflector-mode and taking out 10 more. The whizzing bullets surrounding him shook him out of his confused shock and before he could think, his legs were already carrying him past Jak to take out another monster-

"Precursors, Jak! Why- I mean..- Why would you ask me somethin' like that? Here of all places?!"

And another fell under his assault-

"Good timing, I guess?"

And another-

"You've never been good with timing, buddy."

And another-

Dax hoped this would be over quickly. His bones and muscles were starting to ache and his gun would be useless soon without ammo.

He could hear Jak chuckle shortly before the man was snarling and lashing out again. Soon, they ended up back-to-back, spinning together as they took down the last of the creatures.

"Uh, sure, I guess?" Daxter ventured finally over the roar of gunshots and wails of pain. "I just never figured you for the 'daddy' type. And, uh, do we even have time to take care of a kid? You know I don't like kids, Jak! They're annoying and.. gross."

"It was just a suggestion." The other grunted softly, Dax himself didn't even know how he heard it. "For later on. When this is all over."

The redhead snorted, wondering when 'this would all be over' indeed.

-/-

Swiftly, he brought up his leg and kicked the door in. The frame banged loudly against the wall, causing a stunned silence to follow.

The barmaid up front turned a suspicious eye on him, but after a moment, her face burst into happiness. "Daxxie-poo!"

"Hey, Tessy-kins~!"

"How can I help my favorite customer?" Tess asked, leaning over the counter suggestively.

Dax stole a quick glance at her chest- yup, still big and beautiful as always- for a moment before taking a seat. "Always there when I need ya, sweetcheeks! Just the way I like it!" He chuckled and placed his elbow on the bar. "Sorry but I hafta cut to the chase here, baby. I'm on a tight schedule today."

"Oh?" She glanced behind him. "Where's Jak?"

"I left him back in Spargus."

Tess blinked. "You two actually separated? Never thought I'd live to see the day!"

"Ha. Ha." The redhead snorted dryly, "That's why I'm on a tight schedule! Jak can't last a single second without me nowadays. Ya know how it goes."

"I see. So, you're not here to visit me at all?"

She pouted and Dax quickly picked up her soft hand to kiss it. "Oh, y'know I'm always happy to see my snuggle-muffin!" He squeezed her palm. All jokes and flirting aside, he really meant it. Tess was the second most important person in his life.

After a second, she giggled and squeezed back. "I can't ever stay mad at you, Daxxie! Now, you need my help with..?"

"Oh yeah. I need ta know wher-"

She gasped sharply, surprising him into silence. "What is that?"

"Wh-"

The blonde tugged at his hand, and with yelp Dax was nearly dragged completely over the counter. "Hey! Hey!"

"What is that?" She repeated and pushed his hand into his direct view, pointing to the golden ring wrapped snugly around his finger.

"Oh. Yeah, Jak and I got married. Heh."

Tess stared at him with wide eyes before absolutely exploding; "What? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me sooner? I-"

"Whoa! Chill baby, this happened eh, a few months ago."

Her chest heaved as she inhaled a deep breath. "Oh. So, like, everyone's okay with it?"

Daxter rolled his eyes, "Nah. People are on our ass about it. But, what else is new?" Mentally, he was surprised she hadn't heard anything about it yet. Working in the bar, where citizens spread their rumors around in the first place and she hadn't heard a peep. Weird.

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gazed at him softly. But, he didn't want her pity. Never did.

"Anyway, I need to know where the nearest orphanage is located. Is there even one in Haven?"

Her eyes widened again, she caught on quickly. "You two are thinking about adopting, too? Wha… Daxxie, honey, this is very serious. Do you even have time to take care of a child?"

"That's what I said ta Jak. Hey, this is his idea, not mine. We've been plannin' this for quite a while now."

"This is so life changing!"

"Like I said, what else is new?" He grinned just a tad sharp. He didn't want to be anything but sweet to the blonde, he loved her. But, sometimes she had to know where the limits were.

Tess instantly got the message and nodded meekly. "Sure, I know one located near the slums. There aren't many kids, mainly just street rats. Here, let me get you directions..."

Dax sighed in relief, thankful for the dropped subject.

OKAY SO. This entire thing is already written, I'm just editing and adding stuff.

I've had this monster of a story in my computer file for at least a year... DARN YOU LAZINESS!