Title Unhappily Ever After

Author Kyrie

Rating R for abuse, rape, sexual situations, cursing, violence, the works.

Synopsis Somewhat asequel to 'Penitentiary.' Finally free from prison, Jak is left with a heart heavy from revenge and a mind cluttered with thoughts about his tormentor. [JakErol]

Comments Jak II, slightly AU. I don't think it's quite exactly a sequel to 'Penitentiary,' and you don't have to read it, but I implore you--Read it! I And review it. I need more reviews..

Dedications Everyone who read Penitentiary, I suppose.

Disclaimer Jak II and All of it's characters belong to Naughty Dog, and I am making absolutely no money from this excursion of fandom.

Unhappily Ever After

Jak spat in disgust as he walked down the street, wiping his mouth with his gloved hands. He'd felt sick on his stomach ever since he'd exited the prison, which was a whole, oh, say, five minutes ago. He didn't know if his companion knew it yet, but he felt like a completely different person than he'd been two years prior, and he'd only truly realized it when he'd been reunited with his best friend.

And he was different. No longer the bright-eyed child of yesteryear, no longer the best friend of the ottsel on his shoulder. He was someone new. He was evolved, not just in appearance, but in spirit. Perhaps the task-capable young man he used to be rested somewhere in this shell of a man, but for now, he'd have to become reacquainted with the world, and the savior jabbering into his elongated ear.

Of course, none of this was the reason Jak continued to rub at his chapped lips, again and again. He was trying to remove the saliva. The saliva that had rested on his lips since he'd arrived previously. When his aching body was pressed against another's, hot in motion and in lust, carnivorous for release, for pleasure, for---

"Jak, you listening to me?"

Jerked from reverie, he nodded, even though he hadn't heard a word his orange friend had said since they left the prison. He blushed when he realized what he'd been thinking about--using such words to describe it to make it sound he like enjoyed it--but, wait.. Did he enjoy it?

He had stopped putting up a protest at all after the first few times. Protest hurt too much. As a matter of fact, he'd started giving in to it, almost looking forward to it--a relaxing and gratifying end to his maledicted suffering. He'd never been very sexual in Sandover. As a matter of fact, it had only crossed it mind every now and then, normally around Kiera, or when he and Daxter would be rough-housing and certain body parts would collide---

Wait just a darn minute. Now he was thinking of Daxter in that light as well? Sure, he'd thought of him while he was in prison, but never like that, and certainly not when his body was giving in to it's needs and the velleity of sexual intercourse. Come to think of it, did he even think when he was being pleasured in such manners?

Probably not, other than, God, that feels good, keep doing it like that, yes, please, ohh, E---

"WATCH OUT!!"

He hadn't even noticed that zoomer in front of him. It was a good thing Daxter had said something, because he was about two steps away from smacking his head straight into it. "Man, Jak, are you sure you're okay to be walking?" Jak blinked, rubbing his eyes closed, then sighed. "Jak?"

"Sorry.. I wasn't paying attention..."

"To where you were walking, or to what I was saying?"

"Um.. to where I was going.." He lied. It wasn't his fault that it was hard to concentrate, but it.. was. He pushed away from the zoomer and resumed walking, and Daxter continued his rant. Just keep your mind off it.. Focus on what Daxter's saying and just don't think about it.. However that thought was lost as his mind filtered through the hot kisses placed on his lips before he'd escaped.

Call me crazy, but I almost want to go back... What am I saying? Of course I don't want to go back... But I'm so curious...

He shook his head again, causing the ottsel to stop yakking momentarily. After a beat, he picked up again. "Oh yeah! And I know this place we can stay! It's in the slums, but what are you gonna do? I mean, it's free, all we gotta do is work!"

Jak nodded. "Sounds good. What kind of work?"

Daxter shrugged, leaning an elbow into the elfin man's long blond hair. "Don't know. I didn't really get much detail.. I just went yesterday. We're going to be working for some guy named Torn, though."

Once they made it into the slums, past a pack of Krimzon Guards, the fuzzy one navigated their way to a large, green wall. They only had to stand before it for a fleeting moment before it slid to the side, and another door split in half and opened vertically. Jak took a step down into the darkness, seeing a light at the end of the stairs. He took a few more steps down, and stepped into a room.

It was a small, but rather spacious room, with two bunk beds lining either side of the entrance. There was a ledge, and if one stepped down he would be before a large war-table, with various maps spread out on it. There was a furnace lining one wall, and a long pipe coming from the ceiling opposite it. A zoomer hung from hooks on the wall, and beside it was a ladder.

After taking a quick look around, Jak set his eyes forward to a man who was standing behind the desk, arms crossed across his chest and his hip popped to the side. He was a scowling tattooed man, a little taller than the blond, with shoulder-length dreadlocks colored a rich reddish-brown. He raised an eyebrow, and spoke. "So, is this the 'friend' you were talking about, rat?" His voice was raspy, but it suited him well. He held out a hand to Jak, and the younger elf shook it firmly. "I'm Torn."

"Jak." He responded, and took a step back. "Where are we?"

Torn smirked, and looked around as well. "You're in the headquarters of the Underground movement of Haven City. In other words.. home to the 'bad guys.'" He sat down in a chair behind the desk, propping his feet up. "Look, you two can stay here and sleep in those beds over there, but I'm going to have to get some work out of you, otherwise, I can't spare the water." He motioned with his shoulder to a barrel underneath the zoomer. "That's all we've got left, and it's real annoying to have to boil it to make it clean."

Daxter jumped off of Jak's shoulder and onto the table, taking a few steps forward. "What happened to the water? Don't you have plumbing or something?" Torn shook his head.

"The Baron cut off the water to the slums weeks ago. An informant told us, so we were able to store as much as we could before it happened. But now we're running out."

"Well, couldn't you turn the water back on?" Jak, whose arms had been crossed since shaking Torn's hand, raised his arm inquisitively. The ottsel and the waspish-voiced elf looked to each other, and nodded, then, looked back to the long haired man.

"Yeah. Yeah, that would work." Crossing his arms and leaning back momentarily, he thought. "I'm pretty sure if you go to the outside of the city from the docks you'll find the valve to turn the water back on. I'm sure everyone in the slums would be grateful. Now go," he added pointedly to the end, pointing to the door.

Jak extended his arm for Daxter to run up, and they exited.

A/N: End of chapter one. It's almost hard for me to keep this serious! I don't really know why. I'm really a humorous-type person, but this fanfic has such serious overtones it almost drives me nuts. Thankfully, I've got Daxter for a small bit of comedic relief. I feel like I'm following in the footsteps of the amazing story The Demon Within by Sweet-Suicide-41, and her take on the events of the game, but I assure you, this story is going to take a quick turn in the opposite direction. Please don't loose faith! Also, don't get impatient with me.. I have like 2 other stories that have chapters to be written, and this one is going to have long, expansive chapters.. I'm looking forward to writing them if you're looking forward to a while's wait.

Anyway, I suppose the happier I am, the quicker I post chapters, and the next one is somewhat done. Please read my other fanfics! Call me Yukino if you want, but I love being praised. =3