"Ah! Damn it Jak! You're suppose' to be workin' out my tension, not added more!"

"Hey, count yourself lucky I'm even doing this! It's so wrong putting my hands on your-"

"I thought I made it clear that we were NEVER TO SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN!"

The Ottsel, in a amazing feat flexibility and... Well, general weirdness, twisted 180 to stare angrily into the eyes of his friend. They both regreted what happened. But how was Jak to know he didn't want his butt massaged? Daxter is an ass most of the time, it's hard not to massage it. But when he did, Dax whipped him in the face and cried rape. Of course, no one heard. They were alone and hid this meeting from public eye. They both knew why...

"Why the hell can't you're girlfriend do this for you!"

Daxter pouted and laid back down, arms crossed.

"Cos she left me, ok? She dumped me after I made a sleazy remark about her touchin' my special tail."

Jak was thrown by this. Scratching his scalp, Jak looked away from his buddy.

"Hey, listen, I'm sorry about that. I thought she was a Ottsel anyway?"

Daxter scoffed.

"Just keep rubbing. I ain't saying no more. Her loss anyway..."

Sore spot... Maybe touching some of his good spots would help. Running his hands down his back, Jak began rubbing his friend's back again. On the shoulder blades, Daxter murmered and relaxed. On his back, thumbs pressed against his muscles, Dax's tail wagged happily. But when Jak rubbed his spine...

"A-AH! J-Jak! T-That's so..!"

Jak, assuming he got a good place, continued rubbing. Daxter's tail had stop wagging, but he had arched his back and pushed himself up towards Jak's hands, moaning louder with each stroke. Pressing hard into his muscles, Daxter screamed out in pleasure before collapsing onto his bed. Jak slowly pulled his hands away and smirked.

"Didn't know I so good with my hands."

Smug smile on his face, he looked down at his buddy. Daxter was face down, weakly lifting up a hand in a OK sign.

"Hehe. Good. Well, I'll be outside waiting for you buddy."

With a smile, Jak exited the room. As the door shut behind him, Dax rolled off the bed, panting hard. His sheets were stained in his scent, much as his body was. A horrified expression on his face, Daxter stared at the ceiling.

"D-Did he...? W-Was I just raped?"

Shivering in place, Daxter covered his eyes with his hands. What was he going to do? How could he face his friend? Pulling himself up, Dax threw his sheets in the wash and ran to the bathroom to clean his fur. He felt wrong. Dirty for being so overwhelmed in pleasure, more so by a man! And his best friend! Wiping a tear from his eye, Daxter scrubbed furiously at his fur.

"Clean damn it! Clean!"

He was beginning to lose it and it had barely been 5 minutes. Thankfully, he managed to scrub the last of his scent out of his fur. Grabbing a towel, Daxter dried his fur.

"I-It's ok... I'm sure he didn't mean to... Just an accident... J-Just a... Yeah... That's all..."

Strapping his goggles on, Daxter headed outside. But immediatly after seeing his friend, his eyes looked away. Seemed like pretending it was nothing was going to be hard...

Another day done, another sliming from blowing up eco-freaks. But Jak knew something was up. Hitting the bar, he hadn't heard a word from Dax ever since this morning. More so, Daxter was hanging tightly to his body rather then holding his head. Ordering a drink, he watched the Ottsel slump on the bar, hand propping up his head.

"Dax... Something bothering you?"

The Ottsel took a swig of his not-so-healthy-looking brown beer. His eyes never looked up from it as he spoke.

"Nothing... I'm fine Jak. Perfectly fine..."

Chugging all his booze in one final gulp, Daxter ordered another. Jak, releasing a sigh, looked into his drink. Swirling it around, he couldn't help but notice the loud clunk of Daxter's drink again. One after the next, Daxter began drinking himself into stooper, soon barely able to stand on his two furry legs. Jak, however, had barely touched his drink. He was too concerned about his buddy. He'd never seen Daxter be such a drunk.

"Dax. Seriously, ease up on the drink. You'll get hung over."

"You... You don't tell me nothing! Ok buddy boy?"

He was completely drunk...

"You and your... Your... Rapeiness! Hehe... Rapey Penis..."

Jak looked around thee bar. Thankfully, no one really cared what Daxter said. This is mostly cos they hated him and he talked too much. Grabbing Daxter and paying their bill, Jak began running back to Daxter's home. He had to get this out of Daxter but without anyone else hearing. Charging into the home and throwing Daxter onto his bed, Jak glared at his companion.

"Dax, what the hell do you think you were sayin!"

Dax sat up and tried to glare back, which is hard for a drunk to achieve.

"I'm saying YOU mister... Or sir... Or miss... You molested me! You made me go all sticky... Y-You're a bad man... A bad bad man..."

He flopped onto his bed. Jak thought about what he had said. He had molested him? When? How! Jak hadn't ever done a single sexual thing in his life. Never had the chance to or he was too scared to, he was never sure. But now Daxter was saying this. And Jak had to know why.

"Dax, what are you talking about? When? When did I do this to you?"

Dax pulled his arm over his nose, sniffing softly. Sitting back up, his drunken gaze had turned into one of hurt. Jak had never seen it before. Daxter never looked upset. Never. Worried, but not upset.

"You... You touched me and... Then I... You made me do it... You made me feel good..."

The Ottsel began tearing up. Jak could feel his heart slowly crush in his chest. He'd hurt his best friend. He didn't even know! He just thought he had made him feel good.

"Dax... I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry..."

Jak dove at his friend and embraced him in a tight hug. He couldn't shake what he had done to him out of his mind. All this time, he'd been keeping Dax away from the danger and harm. And now he had become it.

"You know I never meant to hurt you... I thought I just got a sweet spot in your back. I thought you wouldn't mind letting me make you feel good... I-I never... I'm so sorry."

Daxter pulled his fuzzy eyes up to look at Jak, watching his once stone cold hero friend cry. He hadn't even cried when his dad died. He hadn't cried at the funeral. But now he was.

"Jak... Please don't cry... I-I believe you... Huh. Maybe next time take me for dinner first..."

Daxter began laughing softly. Jak didn't. Looking up at his friend, Jak seemed to be thinking. His eyes wandered around the room. Daxter hadn't seen him so thoughtful since he tried to figure out why Dark Eco made Daxter a Ottsel and made him mad and violent. Avoiding eye contact, Jak took a breath and spoke.

"W-Would... Would it help? Would it help you feel less abused?"

Daxter was stunned. His best friend just, awkwardly and indirectly, asked him out on a date. Well... It would've been a date. But they were just friends. Right? Nothing would come of this and Daxter would get a free meal. No sir. Nothing wrong with two friends eating together.

"Well... When you put it that way... Sure. How can I say no? Hehe..."

"Good..."

Ruffle his friend's fur, Jak laid on his back and pulled the cover over Daxter. Smiling softly, he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep. Daxter was wide awake. His childhood friend had just asked him out to eat and was now sleeping in his bed. What the hell was happening to his life? Sighing, Daxter inched closer to Jak, patted his face softly, and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight, big guy..."

This was originally going to be a T, but I rated it M do to the sexual nature and rape referrence. Sorry if it's short. It isn't as polished as some of my other work. Chp.2 coming soon.