A/N: Jason escapes one of Vaas's camps, but on his way through the crazy-ass jungle, he becomes exhausted by the heat and ends up on the shore, with his damn face in the sand, not knowing that Vaas was on his tail the whole time; this is a story about Vaason;

Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN anyone or anything from the making of this, nor do I make any profit!

Warnings: Violence, language and drug-use

Lost in This Mind of Mine: FarCry 3

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He woke up with his face in the hot sands of Rook Island; what the fuck was he still doing here, and how in the world did he end up out here?

Jason used the only strength he had left in his arms to push himself up off his stomach, recognizing excrusiating pain that surged through his body with any little movement. His vision was slightly tainted just as bad, but as he leaned forward on to his knees, he felt the heat of the sun burn against his back side, and he realised he wasn't placed here, he got himself in this damn mess.

Echoing voices up ahead startled the young man, and with trembling legs, he stood up and turned around to run in the opposite direction of those said voices.

But the closer they got, the slower Jason had become; he was weak, and his breathing was sharp and rugged. His chest ached and rolling sweat tickled his skin. The voices never stopped, they continued to grow and finally, after the voices had escaped the wild trees, Jason came to realise who the hell was after him. "Hermano, oh hermano, you look terrible," that vividly recognized voice hit Jason's ears in a bad way, and he could just tell the bastard was standing right behind him, with his breathing still heavy from the run. Others had been noticed, those damn pirates were surrounding him;

His vision was beginning to rebuild, but unfortunately it didn't happen quite quickly while the damn sun rays were beaming right in to the corneas of his eyes.

"Get the hell away from me," Jason's voice wasn't as hard as he himself expected it to be or even sound, but instead he sounded pretty weak and vulnerable.

His blurred vision could only make out a bright gold and some hints of random colors, like red, olive green, and black. He noticed the footsteps as well, and they were moving pretty slow from behind. "You were the one that ran away, so don't be pissed at me, hermano, the sun here messes with the head, Jason," he was close, Vaas was so fucking close, Jason could feel the bastard's hot breath against his skin, or maybe it could only just be the hot breeze of the island. Whatever the hell it was, it was disrupting his thoughts.

Jason let out a low growl, and that's when he felt a tight squeeze form around his two wrists. The hold was cool to the touch, but had instantly grew hot from only moments of being in the sun. "What the fuck?" Jason hissed, and turned around, only to be facing the Pirate King himself, finally becoming aware that his wrists were restrained behind his back by what seemed like cuffs.

Where the hell did he get metal cuffs from?

Vaas let out a low chuckle and Jason saw the blurred figure of him get even closer. His footsteps in the sand were soft and silent.

"You need to learn your place, hermano, you are on my island, you are now my fuckin' property, pretty face," Vaas's hot words stung Jason's sun-burnt ears, and he made sure to wiggle away, only to be forced up against the man himself, so close that he couldn't help but inhale Vaas's many mixed scents.

"Fuck off!" Jason cursed loud, and used just enough force to pull himself out of Vaas's grip, but doing just that had sent Jason in to the hot sands again, face burning like hell.

Vaas pistol whipped the fuck out of his face.

"I don't want any fuckin' lip out of you, Jason, you only fuckin' speak when spoken to, understand me, hermano!" Vaas had grown close to Jason's face, bending his body at the waist, hunched over and in all of Jason's fucking view. Jason was dazed, but still aware of what was occuring. He still couldn't really see because of the sunlight, but slowly his true vision became a part of him again.

It was as if he was being born all over again, for the fucking second time. The feeling of being able to see clearly again made Jason smile inside.

"Answer me!" Vaas spat directly before him, his stark light brown eyes destroyed by so much anger and power. Jason got a complete shower of warm saliva from that foreign man's mouth, fuck, it was disgusting!

Jason lay silent in the sand, his stare on Vaas a heavy glare.

Vaas blinked his eyes a few times in awe at the young man's bravery for being silent, and he stood erect, looking up past Jason, as if he had forgotten about him. His pirates were currently talking, but Jason could care less about what those fuckers had to say.

The pirates's conversation with Vaas lasted for what seemed like hours; Jason's body was aching, his skin was on fire and he knew he could get up and make a run for it again, but the heat somehow had him pinned down. The pain from the pistol whip was still around, his entire face throbbed.

Even if Jason wanted, he wouldn't be able to even make out a damn word they were saying, it was all spoken in their native language.

Jason didn't know any damn Spanish, besides the two words 'Hola' and 'Uno'. He was completely brain-dead when it came to other languages. Jason squirmed, realising that if he remained in the sun for too much longer, he was going to lose his sanity, and his perfect skin tone. He made a stupid attempt at standing up, while his hands were restrained behind him, but the stupid attempt had failed horribly, and Vaas had a boot on his chest like flies on shit.

"You are my bitch, Jason, you are on my island, you are mine!" those were the last words of Vaas's before the heat had finally got to Jason's mind; his world went dark.

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E/N: How was that? Did you readers enjoy it, I hope so, I really want to continue this because I totally love Vaason!