"Authors Note: Alright kiddos, often times when I am in class, or in the car, or anywhere where I don't have a computer to write in my little fan fictions I have going on right now, I resort to just wipping up these small little Axton/Handsome Jack tidbits on my tablet. I've decided to start posting them! Each tidbit is just a little piece of a moment between Handsome Jack and Axton. They don't flow together in a really "continuous" story. They are just random little pieces I've thought up and decided to write a paragraph or so on. All of these little stories have to do with the strange relationship between Jack and Axton. Some tidbits are placed in a time before Handsome Jack and Axton were actually "lovers" I'll label these as "Pet and Master" tidbits. Some are placed in a time where Handsome Jack and Axton are lovers I'll label these as "Lover" tidbits. Some of these will be really cute, mushy tidbits, some will be sorta fucked up. Depends on the mood I'm in that day. But anyway please enjoy my little collection of Axton and Jack tidbits!
Title: My What Pretty Eyes You Have
Relationship: Pet and Master
Rating: M
The mismatched gaze is cold upon him. Eyes that are not like anything a simple human should possess. The commando is unsure of what deal he must have made to get those demon eyes. Maybe he doesn't want to know. All he does know, is that they aren't the eyes of a man. He looks like a man, talks like a man, but when he offers you that thousand mile stare…you know he isn't. Not all of him anyway. Pieces may be. Parts may be. But it's not all human under those layers of flesh, muscle, and bone. Those eyes are colder, meaner, harsher. They steal the breath right out of your lungs and send your heart rattling in your ribs. They are hunters eyes. Predatory and sharp. They sway and glower with intelligence, each thought passing through them possibly more dangerous than the next.
He sits under that haunting gaze, feeling captured by it. Owned by it. Those eyes he hates…and those eyes he lusts after. Blue as sea ice, green as acid. Toxic, malevolent, fearsome. He hates to admit the fear that gaze brings up from his deepest parts. Like bile, he wretches it up, gags on it…chokes on it. It's too much to swallow. Too much to take. It's a sickly feeling that he has little control over. Hopeless, overwhelming, exhausting. The former Vault Hunter downcasts his eyes in the presence of the much heavier gaze. A vicious grin joins the haunting eyes, spreading across sharp features ever so slowly. All his ridiculously white teeth on display for the kneeling man. The commando swears he sees fangs amongst his smile.
His eyes dart away once more, settling on the folds of the man's shirt, the buttons of his waist coat.
There's the feeling of slender fingers sliding down his stubbled chin. Fingernails all cut short and uniform. The fingers give way to palm, and with a stern movement it forces the commando to look upward.
"Now, now kiddo, I want you to look at me while you do it." The Hyperion President swoons. The vault hunter hates how his voice sounds like velvet and honey. He hates that it sways him more than it rattles him. He hates that he loves to hate it.
The commando looks up from between the other mans legs. His shamed eyes meet with the vicious orbs scrutinizing him, observing him, urging him. The CEO looks sickeningly pleased, enjoying the pitiful nature clinging to the ex vault hunter.
The commando's tongue is heavy with the CEO, the corners of his mouth taught and stretched. There is hate in his eyes as he holds the stare the president offers him. So much hate.
"That's it pumpkin, lemme see those pretty eyes." He taunts wickedly.
