Disclaimer- I own the plot.
Warnings- Incest, SPOLIERS for the end of Jak 3, Yaoi/Slash.
My messed up mind has come up with yet another little one-shot. This is short, but I like it a lot. I hope you all enjoy it.
The bald headed leader pulled out of his newest one night stand. Looking down at the blonde wastelander, Damas felt a tingle of familiarity run through him. "You remind me of my son."
Jak struggled to keep his pools open, worn out by the day and night's events. "How so?"
Damas wrapped an arm around the other's thing waist. "For starters you have the same hair color. That bright blonde that few people have."
Jak nodded, letting his head come to rest on the older man's toned chest. "What else?"
The leader of Spargus picked up his hands, running them trough his partner's hair. "You're both short."
The blonde hero shot the other a dark look, before letting his lids shut close. A sound between a purr and moan came out of the teenager's throat. "I'm not short." He was able to let out.
"You both have those crystal blue orbs." Damas smiled softly. "So clear one can see every emotion."
Jak blushed at the words.
Holding up on of his hands, the bald man held up a finger. "There is one thing that is different though." Damas stopped, taking a deep breath. "My son Mar is a mute."
Jak's eyes shot open at the mention of the name. "What was the name?" He ignored the weird look he received at the question.
"Mar. What do you want to know?"
The blonde's blood went cold, as he recognized the name. Shooting off the bed, Jak looked at the door. "I think I hear Torn calling me. See you another time." Darting out of the room, he ran down the hallways and to the room he shared with Daxter, wearing nothing, but a bed sheet.
Left alone Damas looked to where his lover once stood. "Was it something I said?" When no one answered, he asked his second question to the air. "Who is Torn?"
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The blonde hero burst into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. "Daxter," Jak yelled, as loud as he dared.
From an adjoining bathroom, the furry orange ottsel walked out. "What's the matter Jak?"
"I just let my father fuck me!" The hero bellowed.
Daxter's eyes grew wide as he processed the sentence. Waving his hands out in front of him, he tried to form a sentence. "You're gay buddy?"
Jak nodded.
"And you had sex with your old man?" Daxter continued.
Jak nodded again.
"Well buddy that's quite fucked up. So whose your father?" Daxter jumped onto the bed and leaned back.
Jak closed his pools, not sure if he should tell his best friend. "Damas."
"What?" Daxter screamed.
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From the newly named Naught Ottsel, the Freedom League commander looked up from his map. Placing the pen in his hand down for a second, he looked around the saloon. "Did I just hear Daxter's voice?"
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