The Jungle Chapter 7

By Cadet Deming

I don't own the rights to GIJOE, Devil's Due, Hasbro, and Marvel do so please don't sue. Rated PG-13 to R. Adult language, situations, and violence. Thanks to the people who are enjoying it. Reviews very welcome.

Xamot stood alone. He had apparently showered and had his wounds bandaged.

"Hello. Don't you salute your commanding officer?" he asked, with 1 eyebrow cocked.

Lady Jaye froze. She was wearing the Siegie helmet which covered her face, but she was still terrified of being recognized.

Adopting a fake Southern accent to disguise her voice, she replied, "Good mornin' ya'll. I'm sorry ya'll," as she saluted him.

"Good morning. Funny, I didn't know we had female Crimson Guards..anymore," he said.

"I'm in the...affur-mah-tive action program, ya'll," she said edging her hand to the gun in her holster.

"Affirmative Action Program? Did you really think you could fool me? Don't you know I have your figure memorized by now...LADY JAYE," Xamot said as he and Jaye both drew their weapons and faced each other in a Mexican standoff.

Lady Jaye took the Siegie mask off with her free hand.

"I suppose you're going to tell me your laser is set on stun," she said.

"This one shoots bullets," said Xamot, as he cocked the trigger. The sound echoed down the corridor menacingly.

"So does mine," said Jaye.

"Well, apparently we're at an impasse. At least the balance of power is more in my favor since the last time we met," said Xamot.

"I was kind to you, remember? If you had any sense of honor..or honor among thieves at least, you wouldn't try to repay me at point-blank range," she said.

Xamot paused for a moment. "Would you rather settle this without weapons then? A little man to woman hand-to-hand combat," he asked.

"Why would I trust you about that?" she asked.

"I swear by my brother Tomax's life. No weapons, just you and me," he answered.

"I believe you. Count of three?" she asked.

"One," said Xamot.

"Two," said Lady Jaye.

"Three!" they both finished, placing their guns carefully on the floor in tandem.

"CCCCCCCCOOOOOOBBBBBBBBRRRRRAA!" Xamot shouted.

"YYYOOOOOO JOOOOOOOOOOEEEEE!" said Lady Jaye as they both ran towards each other.

Lady Jaye lept and placed a roundhouse kick towards his torso. Xamot caught her leg with his hands and deflected it. She screamed in pain as he forced her to the ground. He pinned her to the floor, gripping both her wrists with his hands. She was quickly immobilized by the sheer mass and power of the rest of his body.

"Do you finally give up," he asked triumphantly but still panting.

Suddenly Lady Jaye kissed him on the lips. Xamot froze, staring at her in shock, as if he couldn't believe what she just did. His grip on her still remained as tight as before though.

"Did you just....." he started to ask.

"Yes," she whispered sultrily.

The expression on his face changed from shock to hunger. Cautiously, he lowered his head and kissed the right side of her neck. She could smell his cologne, spicy and crisp. His body heat even warmer than the thick jungle air around her.

"Is this happening," he whispered in her ear. He then kissed the left side of her neck.

"Is this really happening," he moaned.

"Doesn't it feel like it's happening," she whispered back, pressing her hips up against his groin. Although he was wearing the protective gear all Cobra males were required to use, she swore she could feel he was already aroused.

Xamot stared down into her eyes. She could see the conflict in his expression, as if he was torn between giving into his lust, or if he was wary, not trusting her. Finally he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. She opened her own lips slightly, but he didn't enter her with his tongue, as if he still wasn't believing her. He pulled his head up again and gazed down at her.

"Do you really want this?" he asked.

"More than I've ever wanted anything in my life," she gasped.

He returned to kissing her, probing her mouth with his tongue this time. Lady Jaye responded hungrily, tasting him. She tried to move her arms, but still he kept her pinned down.

"I want to feel you Xamot. Let me feel you," she whispered into his ear, licking it.

He paused again, but finally he released his grip. Jaye wrapped her arms around his body, exploring him.

He winced, "careful please. I'm still injured".

"I'm sorry," said Lady Jaye, touching him more gently. They went back back to kissing more passionately this time.

"Xamot," she whispered softly.

"Yes," he moaned.

"You're forgetting something important," she said.

"You mean protection? I've got some back in my chambers if you're worried," he said.

"Um, no. What I meant was....I'm an actress," she hissed, as she grabbed his right side, the part below his rib cage that she felt was most tender and dug her fingernails in to him.

Xamot screamed in agony as she threw him off of her.

"I can't believe you're so egotistical you actually believed I would...." she shouted and then she kicked him hard on his side. Lady Jaye took off like a bat out of hell.

Xamot curled into a ball, still in pain. "I miss Frederica," he coughed miserably.

Meanwhile, in another part of the Cobra base:

Flint stood in a lab. Cages of lab animals, especially mice, lined one wall. Several file cabinets and computers were stacked against it.

Flint radioed into his comm-link:" Lady Jaye, Roadblock, Recondo! Come to the Eastern lab on the first floor. I think I found what we're looking for!"

He grabbed a disk and placed it in a nearby computer. It started to upload. A few minutes later Lady Jaye, Recondo, and Roadblock all entered the room.

"What is it asked Recondo," as they stared at the computer reading "10% UPLOADED...12% UPLOADED..14% UPLOADED".

"KKKKKKKKKAAAAABLLLLLAMMM!"

The door opened as a horde of Cobra soldiers led by Dr. Mindbender entered the room.

"Surrender! We have you surrounded," Mindbender shouted.

The Joe soldiers pointed their guns instinctively at the remaining soldiers, but Flint pointed his own revolver at the lab equipment.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I don't think you'd want me or you firing at all these expensive computers and equipment and ruin your research on..." he turned and looked the fully uploaded computer. "GENETIC SPLICED SUPPRESSION OF HIV INFECTION.....WHAT," asked Flint in shock as he did a double-take.