Jak II, AU. Being in a rock band, you would assume you would have it good, right? Well, not many people consider the emotional faults that go with it. WARNING: ::CONTAINS HOMOSEXUAL THEMES, YAOI, SLASH AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF! YOU NO LIKE? THE "BACK" BUTTON AWAITS!::
Vocals, Guitar: Torn
Guitar, Vocals: Sig
Bass, Vocals: Erol
Drums: Jak
Lyrics written by: Torn, Sig, Erol
The Worst Hangover Ever
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip…
Jak had finally gotten annoyed at the constant rush of water from the tap, so he turned it down to a steady drip. The waterfall show was still on; being a three-hour marathon, so the sadistic blonde sat there and sat and sat and sat and sat…no one was budging. Sig and Torn sat there in the ropes, staring ahead monotonely. There was an unseen battle going on between the three, and neither side was willing to give in.
Eventually, it wore down to the point where Erol had to come down to examine the situation. Slowly, he poked his head out of the hole-in-the wall that was Jak's bed (careful to avoid damaging his beautiful lyberty spikes) and cautiously climbed down the ladder—just in case the whole rope thing was a ruse to lure him into a well-set trap. He stared down at the blonde who was watching the television show with obvious forced interest. Coughing slightly, the redhead looked from one lover to the other, to Sig. Now, he was confused.
"Jak, uh, yeah, what are you planning to do with them? Rape them?"
Casting a look at Torn, whose eyes widened in return, Jak shook his head.
"Haven't decided yet," he answered, watching the forlorn and pissed off look Torn threw at the floor with glee. Sig snored loudly and fell to his side next to his fellow guitarist. Now would be the perfect time for revenge…Erol thought with a hint of sadism.
He smirked slightly and clambered into Jak's lap, straddling his waist teasingly. He ran his hands through the golden locks and stared into the endless sea of blue.
"I wouldn't mind getting raped myself, ya know…" he trailed off into a whisper, letting his tongue roam about the edges of Jak's jaw, his voice thick with lust and humor. Jak, picking up on the message Erol was trying to silently send him, titled his head to the side, giving Erol better access.
Vin chose that moment to burst in, loudly.
"Hey, guys! I got us a gig and…uh…am I interrupting anything?" his aging face, pulled taut by constant fear, took in the sight before him. Sig lying on the couch, asleep, Torn beside him, a surly pout on his face, both tied up. The bassist in the drummers lap, mouth poised just above Jak's own. The lead guitarist looked over at their manager hopefully, but the white-haired man ignored him completely. He was too busy staring at the position Jak and Erol were in.
Erol sighed. He hated being interrupted. Now he had a painful boner and nothing to do about it. Reluctantly he climbed down off of Jak, praying his long nightshirt would cover the embarrassing protuberance.
"Nah, we weren't doin' nothin'. Where'd ya get us a gig?"
Behind him, Jak crossed his arms and set a dark glare at Vin that clearly stated: 'don't listen to that liar. You did interrupt us.' Nervously wringing his hands, Vin shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly getting the message.
"We play tonight at the Naughty Ottsel. So…yeah…um…go back to whatever you were doing…" he yelped a bit and scampered off to the front of the bus. Neocon heard the jingle of keys and then the revving of the engine. The occupants of the bus were thrown backwards with the sudden motion, Jak getting cast all the way into the open bathroom, where—by some convenient plot hole—it shut and locked him inside.
As the bus jolted along at seventy-five some odd miles per hour, the confusion in the back was slowly sorted out: Torn and Sig were removed from their bindings and gags (Sig recollecting nearly none of it), and it was established that no one could get Jak out of the bathroom.
"It must be some sort of retribution for leaving us tied up like that," Torn mentioned in a loud voice, rubbing his ankles. "You know, like when a God doesn't like something a mortal does, he kills it." Erol jammed his bony elbow into Torn's side.
"Jak's claustrophobic, remember?" he whispered harshly. The dark man beside them looked from the wooden bathroom door to his gun, and back again. Torn, catching the look, threw Sig a dirty glare.
"It was just an idea…" he mumbled, throwing his hands up in defeat. He sighed and shut his green eyes, scratching his nearly bald head. "So what do you suggest we do to get him out of there?"
Torn looked at Erol and Erol looked at Torn. Neither one had any ideas. They all looked at the door.
"I guess we just wait until the lock pops open itself…"
Inside, Jak was huddled in the shower, curtain pulled. Ever since he was a little boy and had been locked in a closet by his father whenever he was in trouble, had stemmed a long line of unwanted fear of small, dark places. When he was alone in places like these, he always thought he could hear things. People talking, things moving, claws scraping, and ghastly beings coming for him. He knew the paranoia was silly, but he couldn't help it; it didn't help that he had an overactive imagination.He started when he heard something skitter over by his leg. He moved unconsciously to the corner, arms still around his legs. The whole situation might have been better if Jinx, his Crocadog had been there. Since he wasn't Jak took to holding his breath and whispering to himself that everything was going to be all right.
Something thumped against the sink and he pulled in closer to himself, shivering. His breath started coming quicker and quicker as he felt, more than saw, footsteps coming closer and closer to the shower. As he looked up in horror, clear blue eyes wavering on the brink of tears, on the edge of hyperventilation, the shower curtain began to push itself aside.
Author's Notes: Well, this certainly took a long to get out. For a while, we had left it, feeling really deflated about this story, but just recently picked it up on a streak of creativity. Hope you liked the chapter, sorry it was so short. The last of the chapters will be longer than this, as we now have more ideas. Please leave a review, if you deign we deserve it =);
