Home in my arms
Chapter 4
By shadows/of/flame

(glomps Emera Took) Thank you for the MAJOR help in this chappie!
This chapter is more PG-13 suited than the others P, so I have warned you suitably enough.

Torn couldn't believe that Jak was there, standing right in front of him - how could he be there?

No one had known that Torn had left Haven City, he had been careful enough...

Torn smirked to himself, realizing how it had happened.

He hadn't really thought Damas could keep a secret for long, and it looked like he was right.
He turned slowly around, to see Jak and Ashelin, standing just inside the large stone door.
Ashelin looked like she hadn't slept in weeks - dark circles claimed the skin under her eyes, and Jak didn't look much better.

"You've been out here, in the Sand King's care, hiding the whole time?" Ashelin exclaimed.
Torn nodded slowly.
Ashelin ran and gave Torn a huge hug, nearly knocking him into one of the small rivers of water running through the throne room.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were leaving?" Jak asked quietly, and by his tone of voice, Torn knew they had to talk. Torn gulped.

"I wanted to become a Wastelander."
Ashelin raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "What about the Underground? And you, a Wastelander?"
Damas smirked and nodded.

"He came here, seeking shelter. He has been proving his worth in the battle arena for the past few days, and now he is ready for his final test."

Damas was about to continue, but Jak shot him a glance, saying "Me-and-Torn-need-to-talk" so he just nodded.
"But that can wait for another day, can it not? Torn, rest up, and I shall see you at dinner later this evening. Ashelin, we need to discuss Spargus and Haven City..."
Their voices eventually died out as they left the throne room, and started walking down Spargus' winding corridors.

Torn felt helpless - he had never felt so helpless in his life as he saw Jak look in his direction.

He saw something in his eyes. Was it hate? Anger? Confusion? Or... worry?

"A Wastelander?" Jak asked, breaking the uneasy silence around him.

"Yes. A job away from the horror that is my real home."
Jak's facial expression changed into one of confusion.
"... Horror? What is so wrong with Haven City?"

Torn snorted loudly.
"Look around at it Jak. The death, the destruction, the junkies sitting on every street corner. That is enough of a horror, a horror not even those with power can prevent."

Jak gazed deep into Torn's eyes, and shook his head.
"What else is there Torn?"

Torn turned crimson at those words, and turned away from the blond teen.

"... Homophobia. The cities swarming with it."

Jak was confused- he couldn't see the connection homophobia had with the city and Torn.

"What do you mean?" Jak asked, touching the back of Torn's arm lightly. Torn sighed and turned around, almost violently.

"You want to know what I mean?" Torn asked. Jak cringed at the tone of Torn's voice as he took another step closer. "I'll show you what I mean." His tone of voice was different somehow.

Jak had no time to think, however as Torn's lips were crushed to his own. Jak felt Torn's arms wrap around his waist and snake up his back. Jak was shocked- yes he had feelings for Torn, but for them to be returned was almost too much. He pulled back and gasped.

Torn and Jak's faces were still inches apart and Torn's arms were still snaked around Jak's waist. "Torn…" Jak started. Torn pulled his arms away and took a step back. "I shouldn't have done that."

Jak shook his head. "We're not in the city anymore, Torn. It's ok." He said, closing the gap in between them again. Torn looked at Jak with an unsure look on his face and Jak touched Torn's face tenderly before smirking. "We're all alone in here, Torn. Completely. Alone." As Jak said the last two words he put each hand on Torn's lower back, then pulled Torn roughly to him, their lips crushed together once again.

Torn ran his tongue over Jak's lower lip. Jak eagerly parted his lips and his tongue darted out to meet Torn's and they began their battle for the dominance of the kiss.

Unfortunately, oxygen is necessary for most life-forms and the two parted, panting heavily. Torn smiled devilishly and pushed Jak over. Jak slipped and fell onto his backside, the water splashing around him.

Torn lowered himself on top of Jak and with one hand one the ground holding him up he reached his other hand over behind Jak's head and pulled his head back for another searing kiss.

Jak felt like he was losing control of all his senses; this was something he had wanted to do for a long time. Now that it was finally happening he was losing control. He ran his hands up Torn's muscular torso and tugged at his shirt. Torn pulled his head away from Jak's and sat up. Jak pulled himself up and rested on his elbows. Torn cocked an eyebrow at Jak and kissed him quickly before tugging off his shirt, revealing the toned chest underneath.

Jak reached down in attempts to remove his shirt, but Torn stopped him. Torn ran his hands over the outside of Jak's shirt, then underneath it, his fingers lightly tracing Jak's equally toned stomach. Jak moaned softly and Torn finally lifted Jak's shirt up and off his head, discarding it carelessly over his shoulder.

Torn reached down and kissed Jak yet again, laying fully on top of him. They began kissing endlessly, losing all traces of time. Torn's hands began roaming over Jak's body, and as they did they skimmed lightly over Jak's nipples, causing him to moan lightly again. Torn smirked through what seemed like their thousandth passionate kiss.

Torn ran his fingers over Jak's nipples again, causing him to moan louder. His breath caught in his throat and Torn pulled his head away slightly. "Torn..." Jak said, pleadingly. Torn ran his hands down Jak's torso again and began trailing kisses down his jaw line and neck. He reached the joint where Jak's neck met his shoulder and began nipping at it slightly.

Jak threw his head back, giving Torn easier access. Jak's hands started roaming over Torn's back and chest and then a little lower. His hands reached the waistband of Torn's pants and Torn reached his own hand down to stop Jak from going any farther.

Without a word or stopping what he was doing, Torn entwined his hand with Jak's and pulled up above Jak's head. He did the same with Jak's other hand so Torn had full control.

Torn stopped biting Jak's neck and ran his tongue over Jak's collar bone. Jak shivered and whispered Torn's name softly. "Shhh." Torn whispered, his breath tickling Jak's skin.

Torn moved his head back up to Jak's face and they were kissing again. It was almost impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
Torn ran his left hand down Jak's right and down his chest slowly. Jak moaned into Torn's mouth and Torn traced his fingers lower and lower.

The serene beauty of their appreciative seclusion was broken by the sound of footsteps.
Jak panicked slightly, but Torn slowly shook his head.
He crushed his lips back to Jak's, obviously not registering the figure standing at the door, watching his every move.