My goodness you are spoiled! Don't think that I am going to continue to update like this though ;) School is starting to get into full swing, soI shan't be always doing this. Hopefully I can stop updating such crappy ones though. Oi! Umm.. I am trying to incorporate more people from the Jak II game. Remember! This is AU! They won't be like they are in the game.Also! I apologize for any typos here and now! The last one was filled to the brimwith them, and I hate that chapter now. Anyways, off to the rayshes!
Jak rolled over on his side and stared at the man sleeping peacefully next to him. He frowned, stood up from the large, overly beautified pillow and stretched. His body ached, but at least it wasn't as wounded as before. Jak ran a hand through his thick hair and walked over to a mirror. Sitting down in front of the piece of glass, he began to put on his makeup.
Jak drew fine lines around his eyes and smudged the dark coal. He gazed at his reflection as he slowly applied the expensive lip color. Pity filled his heart. No other man he knew had to put on makeup, and no woman he knew put it on so painfully perfect. Licking his lips across the darkened surface of his mouth, Jak tasted the sweet tang of the berries juice.
As a soft noise came from the sleeping area, Jak turned with a fright filled expression. Krew hated it when Jak didn't have his makeup on before the overly plump man got up. He quickly turned back to the mirror and applied the blush quickly. The beautiful man closed his eyes and swallowed hard, as two large, sweaty palms rested on his shoulders.
"Eh Jak. You look beautiful as always." Krew twisted the dancer around. Leaning over the smaller man, he pressed his lips against the generous, sweet mouth. "About last night, my dear concubine..." Krew trailed off as he watched the expressions on Jak's face. "You seemed... a bit not here." The fat man snarled and shook Jak harshly as the younger man didn't respond in any way. "Tell me why! Who else are you pleasuring!" He continued to shake Jak till the young man answered.
"My dear Krew." Jak hissed as his head shook back and forth. "I was merely out of thoughts because, my land lord, he was asking about my rent. I was only thinking of how I should use my money last night." Jak smiled softly as the older man took this excuse.
"Eh... I shall have to do something about this... land lord, of yours, mmm?" Krew pressed his slimy lips against Jak's again, and then pointed towards the bed. "Off you go then."
"Yes, Krew." Jak walked over to the large pillow, holding his head up high, trying to retain any semblance of pride. Multiple times Jak gagged as Krew ravished his body. He threw his head back and moaned, as the older man commanded.
"My little whore, mine."
Erol held his head up as he stood in line with four other soldiers. All were under inspection for treason. A small smirk played its way across his lips as the inspector passed him by. The drug that had been issued, wouldn't drag anything such as treason from his lips, for he had never done anything wrong.
"You!" The scrawny, boney man pointed a long large knuckled finger towards a shivering man. Erol dared a glance over. The man was shaking and his eyes darted back and forth. A bit of saliva was forming at the corners of his mouth. Pity for the poor sod filled Erol's mind. Some were effected by the drug. The side effects were rare, but the King believed his alchemist when he said that the side effects only happened because the person was guilty.
As they drug the salivating man, yelling and screaming, from the hall, the King turned to the four men left.
"You are all allowed to go. Just remember that treason, is a cause for beheading." The King waved a hand and they left.
"Hey Erol." Torn slapped the mans back. "Haven't seen you in awhile. That was close though!" A big grin alighted on the fellow soldiers face and he wrapped his arm around Erol's shoulders.
Erol snorted. "And, exactly, why was that close? You weren't expecting to be caught for any reason were you?" He raised an eyebrow at his long time friend.
"No! Of course not." Torn turned his happy face towards Erol. "I was just hoping I wouldn't get caught for something I did before my enlistment." They both laughed, and Torn removed his arm from around Erol. "Lets go get wasted." With an agreeing nod, they both went for a nice round of the town.
Jak entered the dancing circle, his mouth slightly parted, and his arms covered in gold. Eyes that were closed half way, greeted him. He stopped the frown that threatened his angelic features as he noticed a lack of red hair in the audience. Continuing to dance with the soft music, he kept his gaze on the door. Hope filled his heart, every time the wooden door opened from the outside. Every time it was squashed as just another nobody entered.
"You're a pretty face." A lean, pale man said as he reached out a long, thin hand towards Jak's pelvis. Jak humored the man and danced a bit closer, his hips swaying, a sexual look in his eyes.
As the night wore on, Jak felt as if Erol would never come. Hate filled Jak's heart. He knew he shouldn't have believed the soldier when he had told him he would visit. As he walked out the door, the thin man who had reached for him inside, boldly stepped forward and claimed Jak for his own. Jak smiled and nodded as the man offered ten gold, for the entire night and whatever he pleased.
As they walked from the bar, Jak heard a familiar laugh. He turned at the sound and watched as Erol stumbled past, another man next to him. A frown creased Jak's beautiful features as he watched the two drunkenly continue on.
Erol tapped Torn's shoulder. "I have to make a quick stop." He tapped on Torn's broad shoulders and walked into a bar. "Oi!" He called to the waitress he had become very fond of since the first night he had ever visited the bar.
Keira walked towards Erol. She held up a hand in greeting. "What 'an I do ya for love?" She smiled as Erol asked her about Jak. " 'E left not too long ago. Oh... it looked a bit like a scholar." A quick smirk crossed her features. "Them's scholars, they sure do take a liking to our little Jak." She smiled and walked off as Erol thanked her.
"Never mind. Lets go Torn." Erol smiled at the man and walked out of the smokey bar.
Jak groaned as his face was planted into the bedding of pillows. He lay, uncomprehending as the thin man pushed into his body savagely. As the man finished, his body arching sickeningly against Jak's back, Jak lay staring out the window. He smiled as Vin lay down next to him, caressing his face. For some reason Jak felt safe here inside the posh academic house. Slipping his tongue into Vin's mouth, Jak kissed the man till he had enough and pushed away from him.
In the early morning, Jak took his money and left the large, elegant home. He stopped and smiled at the rose bush that was accentuated in the middle of a large garden. Jak leaned over to smell the sweet perfume of the flowers. He smiled and pulled away. Reaching a hand up, he touched his clean face. This was the first time, in a long time, since he was able to go home without make up on his face. It was refreshing to be able to not have to worry about putting the elegant mask on.
As Jak walked down the street, he hummed to a song inside his head. Joy filled his mind as he thought of the prospect of visiting that lovely home again. He took out some money and stopped by a small eatery. He ordered some food, and slowly ate the warm, honey flavored oatmeal.
Erol walked into the small building on his way to work. He sat on a chair next to the kitchen and ordered his usual. As his eyes traversed the room, he felt a prick in his heart as he saw Jak slowly eating. Standing, he walked over and sat next to him.
"I'm sorry I never showed last night." He gave a short smile towards the eating man. Reaching out a hand, he brushed a few strands of hair out of Jak's dazzling blue eyes. "I came... just didn't make it before you left." Erol stared at Jak, his eyes never leaving the other man's face. "Why won't you answer me?"
Jak closed his eyes as a burst of honey washed over his tongue. He let the sound of Erol's voice flood over and around him. As Erol asked him why, he looked up from his bowl. A short glare towards the man was all that was given. He spooned the last bit of cereal into his mouth and stood, placing two copper coins on the table. Without a single word, he turned and left the building.
Erol sat up straight and watched Jak leave. A frown of pain alighted on his face. The waiter set a bowl of fruit and milk in front of him. Erol gave a short nod of thanks, and stared at the two copper coins on the table.
