WIP JakHarry

Chapter One

DISCLAIMER: I own only my ideas.

I can't believe it! There are NO Jak&Daxter/HP SLASH crossovers?! –faints from shock- I thought I had the first actual CROSSOVER, but thanks to my readers/reviewers, I now stand corrected!

Well, I haven't gotten to the be first to do a certain crossover, so this makes me very happy! XD

If my readers know me well, this is going to be slash and there's nothing anyone can say that will stop me!

*I reserve the right to report anyone who thinks it is their privilege to criticize me. If you don't like the fact that I am a nearly-strictly SLASH/YAOI writer, and you could clearly see from the summary that this IS slash, yet you still clicked the hyperlink? If you did that, I don't want to hear a cross word out of you.

****NO NO NO NO mpreg! You can tell me slash is wrong until you're blue in the face, but I'll definitely stop reading a story if I get ANY inkling that it is going to be mpreg – that's just anatomically impossible. –sweatdrop-

Okay, now that I've said my peace, I'm going to get started!

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Blonde hair with green roots whipped in the air as a young Elf flew lazily on a one-seat zoomer. An orange otter-weasel-like creature was sitting on the piece of shaped metal strapped to the blonde's shoulder as though he owned the world. A little box was flying beside the blonde and orange otter-weasel and was spewing something that the blonde only caught the barest amount of.

"Hey, Jak," the orange creature called over the wind.

"Hmm?" the blonde, known as Jak, hummed in response.

"Ya seem a little distracted buddy. Torn's yammerin' about somethin' against the Baron, and ya don't even care?" The small being stood on the shoulder guard and looked down at his friend, not even concerned that Jak had taken his eyes off the path in front of him, nearly crashing into another driver, to glare at him.

"Daxter…do you hear anything?" he asked softly, his barely-gravelly, almost-completely-smooth, deep voice practically caressing the words.

The otter-weasel-creature, Daxter, had learned to not question the blonde, but he couldn't resist a huff when the long ear of the Elf gave a little thwap when it hit his stomach. "If ya keep turnin' yer head like that, it's gonna fall off," he replied instead of saying, 'Nooo, but ya might be goin' crazy!'

"It's…like a song…but it's fading out… It's like…whatever's making it…is dying?" Jak mumbled, knowing his friend would hear him.

"Gyah! What's that?!"

Jak snarled as an orange tail wrapped around his head. "Daxter, you nutty Ottsel! Get your tail off my face!"

"Eh heh heh… Sorry buddy…" Daxter apologized sheepishly as the blonde dropped to the lower level to get off of his bike-like zoomer. "What do you think that is?"

"It's making the song…" Jak said, not even taking note of Daxter's question as he pulled the whatever-it-was out of the Slums' ditch. He knew through personal experience that it wasn't the best place to be. "It's a person…" he mumbled as he turned the body over to look at the face.

Weary emerald looked up into startled blue. A delicate-seeming hand reached up, moonlight skin touching the tanned skin of Jak's face. "Please…help me…" the person whispered hoarsely.

"Ya look like yer gonna need more than that," Daxter so-helpfully offered.

A little smirk turned lips upward before a panting breath escaped them. "See how you look…after being chased…into a ditch…" The man, they could tell from the voice, gasped softly before adding, "Actually…you might…look better…"

Jak gave a little grin as Daxter huffed. "I can take you back to the Underground Hideout," he murmured against an ear that he noticed was extremely short but came to a graceful point.

The man he was holding up from the ground shivered, burying his face in the attractively-tanned neck.

As Jak lifted him, much easier than he thought he should've been able to even with the Dark Eco running in his veins, he asked, "Are you cold?"

"Not extremely… My ears are sensitive…" was the tired, murmured answer.

Jak blushed, understanding what the man meant. "Can you stay awake long enough to get back to base?" he asked instead of commenting on the sensitivity of the man's short, yet pointed ears.

"You…heard my song…right?" The man felt Jak's nod as his face was still nuzzled into the warm skin of the blonde's neck. "I…have to be awake…to play it… I can stay up…a little longer…"

"Okay," Jak said once they were situated on the zoomer. "I need you to hang on tight."

"He's a maniac when ya put him behind a set of handlebars," Daxter offered.

The man simply gave a soft hum as he wrapped his arms as tightly around Jak's waist as his exhaustion would allow. He buried his face against the blonde's neck again, making the driver wonder if it was just a strange quirk.

Avoiding Krimson Guards wasn't as easy as it normally was, making Jak's record-breaking time not quite as spectacular as he wanted it to be. "I've got you," he mumbled as he lifted the man, slipping into the Hideout with practiced ease, no one noticing how he didn't return from the dead-end street.

"Jak! You can't just bring people in off the streets!" a tattooed man behind a map-covered countertop half-snarled.

Jak glared at the man, Dark Eco sparking dangerously in his eyes as he felt it rise up with a protective streak he hadn't felt in a little over two years. At a soft moan, he looked down at the man in his arms before a pale face was pressed into his neck again.

"Jak, answer me. Why is he here?" the tattooed man behind the desk questioned in a calmer tone.

He looked up at the leader of the Underground and said, "He sang to me."

Nonexistent eyebrows rocketed upward. "He…sang…to you?" he repeated, a wry little grin curving his lips.

"Torn," he growled, the man's name a dangerous warning to the Second's own ears.

Torn simply shrugged. "Just seems like you've got yourself a little crush, there, Jak."

Jak stepped to the doorway that led to a hallway of rooms. "And what if I do?"

"Heh, to each his own, Jak. To each his own," Torn replied, waving him off. I guess the old legend is true, then, he thought to himself, a grin tugging at his lips.

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Jak stepped into the room that had been designated as his own for his stay with the Underground. A simple bed, a nightstand with drawers, and a lamp on the nightstand were the only pieces of furniture – the bare essentials.

Daxter jumped in his little nest of blankets in the top drawer, watching as Jak ever-so-carefully lay the man on the bed. I wonder if Tattooed Wonder was right… Is it love at first sight? Heh heh, I'm a poet and didn't know it! he thought to himself, a smile taking over his face as he settled his head on his arms and went to sleep.

Jak, having nowhere else to do so, sat on the bed beside the man. He started when gentle fingertips brushed over his fingers, the only bare thing besides his neck and face.

"…Are you tired…?" the hoarse voice asked weakly.

"I'll be fine."

"Didn't…ask that…" The man reached up, and with more strength than Jak thought he had, took hold of his shoulder guard and pulled the blonde down to lie beside him. "…Sleep… I…can tell…you need it…"

"How?" Jak asked, surprised that a man he had just met was able to see through him so easily.

"Can…sense it…" was the murmured answer before soft breaths were the only noise from him.

Jak rolled over and looked at the closed eyes. Raising his hand, he brushed away some of the dirt covering the man's face and found it to be as moonlight-pale as the man's fingers. Why did I feel so protective of him…? And why did Dark rise up? he wondered, looking down at the man again and unable to stop a little smile from curving his lips when the pale-skinned man snuggled against him. He's colder than he said he was, was his only thought before he allowed sleep to claim him.

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When the unknown man next woke, it was because his source of warmth had disappeared and the shivers had grown too powerful to ignore. With another shudder at the chill seeping into his body, he sat up only to hear footsteps echo down the hallway. Where am I? …Oh! I didn't even introduce myself! How horrible!

Emerald eyes looked around the room, noticing its small size and scant furniture. What you need and only what you need, he thought to himself, remembering his own room. Humph… If I never see it again, it'd be too soon, he figured still looking around the room and not noticing the door open until a half-nude blonde walked in.

"Are you feeling better?" Jak asked as he rubbed at his hair with a towel to dry it, being careful not to frizz it up. And I really don't want to cut it… It's the only reminder I have of Sandover… Banishing those thoughts from his head, he found glazed emeralds taking in his body. With a smirk, he dug out a shirt and slid it over his head, chuckling at the groan of disappointment. "You didn't answer my question."

"You were distracting me," was the reply, a sultry smirk curving the man's lips. "And I am feeling better, thank you. Um…is there a place I could bathe? I'll give you all the answers you could ever want afterward," he asked, bargaining for a shower.

"Tell me your name, and I'll even throw in some clean clothes…that are certainly in better condition than yours…" Jak replied with a little smile. He had always enjoyed haggling. "I'm Jak. The little orange guy is Daxter."

"Hmm… I'll go by Vex, since I've been told that I am very annoying, agitating, and confusing – vexing, but where I'm from, my name is Harry Potter," the man, Harry – or Vex, as he wanted to be known by – replied, holding his hand out for the Elf to shake. "Your hand is so warm…" he said softly, wonder in his tone as he lifted his other hand to clasp the bare hand between both of his own. "But…something burns strongly within you…powerful and kind…but blinded by rage… Your darker side?"

Jak couldn't help but let Vex continue to hold his hand, reading things from him that no one else knew – not even himself. "How…? How can you tell?" he asked in a voice as soft as Vex's.

"I can sense these things…" was all he would say before standing. "Now, you've told me your name and I've told you mine. Where is this place to shower? If I Scourgify my clothing anymore, it's going to fall apart," he said, pushing Jak in front of him as he left the room, marveling at the sliding door.

"Ah…Scourgify? What's that?" the blonde questioned as he led the other down the hallway.

"It's a cleaning spell – magic – that erases any and all dirt, grime, and icky stuff," Vex answered as he found a set of clothing pressed into his hands – black pants and a deep-red shirt, the cloth of which felt very soft and comfortable in his hands. He looked up at Jak with a toothy smile, displaying pearl-white, straight teeth, before slipping into the bathroom.

Jak blinked a couple of times, wondering, Was it just my imagination…or did he have fangs?

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Vex stripped from his clothing, examining the horrible gash on his left side that was left by a Krimson Guard. It had healed into pink skin, and by the time he got in the shower, the skin was his normal pale, moonlight color. He couldn't help the grateful moan that escaped him as the hotter-than-warm water washed over his body. He gave a soft hiss as it washed over cuts and soothed bruises. Rotten, red-suited bastards…

He snarled as he thought about how they had ambushed him and beaten him before slinging him into the mud-infested ditch. If they would have fought me face to face, I would have slaughtered them!

He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind but forced himself not to recall his friends and family – Yeah, right… – by thinking of the image of a shirtless Jak with a towel on his head and water droplets sliding over strong muscles and smooth skin.

He glared at his erection.

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Jak stood outside the door on the opposite side of the hallway, leaned against the wall. When Vex stepped out, he was extremely thankful that he had waited for him. Wow… he thought to himself, thankful that he hadn't been particular about which gender he admired since his Sandover days.

Paler-than-pale skin that held a soft glow all its own, blacker-than-black hair that contrasted beautifully, and greener-than-green eyes framed by deep-black eyelashes that a woman would kill for brought the beautiful face together. From the better-fitting clothing he had given the raven, Jak could see the outline of graceful, lithe muscles that sculpted Vex's torso, arms, and legs.

The blonde smirked and twirled his finger, telling the other to turn around for him. And was he glad he did – he had never seen an ass so fine.

"Do I pass?" Vex questioned as he looked over his shoulder, an amused lilt in his soft, smooth, nearly-baritone, musical voice.

Jak stepped forward, unable to resist lightly patting the man's bum, and replied, "With flying colors." He chuckled at the gasp as his words slid across the moonlight-pale neck.

Vex spun around, a very light flush across his cheeks. He panted softly as he buried his face in the warm, tanned neck.

Jak held him close, surprised at the actions. He had expected an 'eek!' or some such sound, but not the soft kisses being pressed against his very-sensitive throat. When he felt sharp teeth graze his neck, he was surprised Dark didn't rise up but instead heard the demonic side of him…purring?! "Are you a vampire?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, shocked at the answer.

"Half," was the soft gasp. "Half-vampire…half-demon…" Vex sighed in pleasured contentment as gentle fingers traced across his back where his shirt rode up.

Jak blinked before giving the slightest of a shrug. "You know about my demon. I'd be a hypocrite if I said anything about you being one, right?" he asked, grinning at the look of surprise. "And…my demon likes you."

"'Likes'?" Vex questioned, slowly getting his breathing back under control as he followed Jak back to the room.

"Yeah. He 'tolerates' Daxter, but he 'likes' you," Jak answered as he sat on the bed.

"So…this is a good thing?" the raven wondered, watching as the pupils of the sapphire eyes dilated. "I'll take that as a yes." He felt it as the Dark Eco within the Elf came to the surface, felt the way the essence brushed against him and flowed through him. He couldn't resist a moan.

Jak, again astonished, raised his hand and touched it to Vex's face, thankful for the soundproofing of all the rooms and even the building itself as a whimpering cry escaped pale lips.

Vex arched his back as Dark Eco Lightning shot through his body, sizzling his nerves in one of the most pleasurable ways he had ever felt. "…Jak…" he half-whimpered, panting softly.

Jak, somehow-gently, pushed Dark into the back of his mind, wishing he could have found more reactions before having to do so. You just met him, Jak, control yourself, he scolded himself in a voice that sounded creepily like Samos. He barely caught Vex as the man pitched forward, resting comfortably against him.

Vex nuzzled into the blonde's neck, taking in the scent of the blood pumping strongly beneath the skin. His throat felt dryer than the Wasteland he had heard about. "Jak… I'm so thirsty…" he breathed against the warm flesh.

Wait…vampire! Shit! "Vex! Don't!" he said quickly, gently pushing the half-vampire away. Vex whined softly, his dilated eyes gazing into Jak's as his teeth seemed to glisten. "I have Dark Eco running with my blood, Vex! It'll kill you!" he explained, loosening his hold to be more gentle.

Vex's head dropped before lifting again, slit-pupil, darkening-green eyes staring almost blankly. Suddenly, the green became a ferocious red, and Vex lifted Jak effortlessly, placing the blonde on the bed almost…lovingly. "You… You call to me…as I call to you… You…your Dark Eco…your blood… All of you Sings for me…" He lowered his head as he lay half atop the Elf, gently nuzzling the tanned skin of Jak's neck. "I won't hurt you…" he murmured, gently kissing the strong jaw. "As a Soul Demon...even half… I can't harm my Stabilizing Force…" He lifted to look into sapphires with pure emeralds. "…Please…"

Jak bit his lip, looking up at the desperate half-vampire. He felt Dark rise in fury toward him and simply understood. With a small upturn of his lips, barely a smile, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, baring his neck. "Just don't whine at me when you've got Dark Eco Poisoning, alright?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't be replied to when a warm tongue licked a path along his skin.

Vex smirked a little at the strangled moan before taking hold of the young man's hips and pushing them down against the bed. Without warning, he sunk his fangs into the tasty flesh of the blonde's throat.

Jak breathed in deeply as his back arched almost impossibly, pressing against Vex's body as a chaotic feeling he simply couldn't comprehend tore through him. He could feel every single part of his body, even when Vex retracted his teeth and gently suckled at the little punctures before licking and healing them.

Vex stared down at the blonde, completely and utterly amused by the reaction. "Jak…thank you…"

The Elf opened his eyes, staring into Vex's as they sparked with purple lightning before fading back into the emerald he was becoming highly familiar with. "…What…for…?" he gasped, recovering from the chaos that had ripped through him so deliciously.

"I've been in this city…Haven?...for half a month… I'm half-vampire, which means I can survive without blood longer than a full one… I'm half-demon, too, so I can survive on human food but not as much as I can blood…" Vex looked at Jak. "I sensed you, and I tried to find you… You are extremely difficult to keep track of."

Jak grinned. "I'm proud of that."

"I'm not," Vex said with a pout. "My health became the last thing on my mind, my hunger even further, in my search for you. So…in that entire half a month?" He scratched his cheek sheepishly.

"You've eaten hardly a thing," Jak filled in blandly. "Or drank," he added as an afterthought.

"Correct!" the half-demon replied cheerfully.

Jak shook his head but then asked, "How old are you? I'm seventeen."

"If I just said I was eighteen, would you leave it at that?"

Jak gazed blandly at him.

Vex scratched the back of his head. "Ah…I think I'm…" He lifted his fingers and counted on them. "Ah! I'm…um… Three-hundred…fifty…two, I think…"

Jak's jaw dropped open. "You've gotta be kidding!"

Vex glared at him. "I was half-demon when I was born, got smacked in the face with a De-Aging Curse three-hundred-thirty-four, then got bitten by a vampire on my eighteenth birthday after growing up again… So I'm half-vampire, half-demon, and all immortal. Yes, I can bleed, but it takes quite a bit to get me when I'm at full strength."

"Is that why you were so beat up when I brought you here?" Jak asked as he sat up, secretly enjoying the straddling position the immortal was using to sit on him. He mentally smacked himself, Jak! You just met him!

A voice that could have been Dark's replied, You also let him drink from you.

That shouldn't matter! he bit back at the voice.

You Sing to each other.

I don't know him!

Then start getting to know him.

Jak didn't have time to reply as Torn came up on his little talk-box, "I've got a job for ya, Jak, so stop layin' around and get up here. Bring your new friend, too."

"Tch," he scoffed. "Layin' around my ass." He took the hand that Vex presented him to pull himself up. "By the way…" he said to the half-demon, "I wouldn't mind donating blood to your worthy cause in the future."

"Really now?" Vex asked him, his eyes falling to half-lidded as he thought about how delicious this particular Elf's had tasted.

"Do you have any idea how good it feels?" Jak asked him with a grin before they walked into Torn's 'command post'.

Vex gave a little grin, a single fang glinting in the light.

"So," Torn started, "I guess this guy will be our newest member, then." He honestly felt like sucking his lips off and eating them at the glare emerald eyes bestowed upon him. "Okay…maybe not."

"I'm here because I want to help Jak. You have no power over me whatsoever," Vex informed him, his pose screaming defiance all the way from his shoulder-width feet, to his side-cocked hip, to his crossed arms, to the angry set of his eyebrows.

Jak hadn't ever seen an angry person look so good.

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"So…we're crippling your tormentor?" Vex asked as they made their way to the ammo stash in the Baron's fortress.

"I guess you could look at it that way," Jak replied before looking over at Daxter. "Hey, Dax. You know anything about this building?"

"Just about every way in over and under, but only through the vents," the Ottsel answered.

"That…doesn't help us much," the blonde stated before giving a little chuckle at Daxter's face. "Nah, just kiddin'. Can you get to the other side of this door and open it for us?"

"Sure can," he said, moving to stand on Jak's head before pulling himself up to the vent above them and inside. "Ew…it's kinda narsty in here…"

"That's what baths are for, Daxter. You'll live," Vex called to the rodent-like creature.

"You come up in here and see if you do!" was the Ottsel's retort.

Vex looked at Jak before shrugging and promptly shifting into a black-and-white, emerald-eyed, long-tailed weasel. Glistening, black fur was balanced out by equally-beautiful white on the small creature's chest, white fur coloring the small paws. Vex, deciding he had allowed Jak enough time to gawk at him, climbed up the blonde's pant-leg, shirt, and settled onto the Elf's shoulder.

Jak blinked rapidly when he heard, "Give me a boost up, would you? I won't disgrace you by using your head or myself by looking like some demented hat," in his mind. Vex is very vexing… he thought to himself, holding his arm up to the vent and creating a make-shift ramp for the weasel. Is that the only thing he can turn into? I remember him mentioning magic…

Why don't you ask him? the voice that sounded suspiciously like it could be Dark's voice questioned.

I might do that, Jak replied, not even wondering when he started talking to voices in his head.

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End Chapter One

I'm going to be making these chapters about ten pages, I guess… I'm going to use detail to fill these up, too, like the Soul Calibur II/Zelda fic I'm working on.

Again, if there's anyone who doesn't like slash/yaoi/BL/malexmale/buttsmex…etc… please, don't hesitate to click the back button. Believe me, I don't want to hear from you if all you're going to do is criticize that. Give me critique on the writing of my story, not the ideas that made my story.

By the way, updates are going to be either slow or extremely slow. My life is slamming face-first into some major turbulence.

Everyone else, pop me a review on your way out, yeah? ;P