Home in my arms
Chapter 8
By shadows/of/flame

Hehe, an update! (hears everyone groan "finally")

"Wake up, come on you stupid... Jak, please, come on!"
Torns pleads, were as far as Damas and Ashelin could see, in vain, and they were almost one hundred percent certain that Damas had killed him.

Ashelin was wondering HOW you could kill someone by just hitting them on the head with a boomstick, but she guessed her question wouldn't be answered very soon, seems Jak wasn't alive to answer it.

Jak chuckled softly from beside Torn - well, his spirit chuckled, but luckily none of the elves present could hear him.

The tattooed elf beside him felt he could sense a presence though, and almost jumped out of his skin as he felt lips brush against his own.

"H... whos there?" he squeaked, drawing Damas and Ashelins attention away from Cloud Hell.

The red-head was amused to hear Torn squeak, but wondered who he was talking to.

"Is someone there?" Damas drawled, drawing a glare from the other male.
"Oh no, it was just my imagination." Torn snickered, looking away from the older man.

The spirit crushed his lips fully against Torns, and bit Torns lip gently, the surprised commander giving his tongue full access to his mouth.

Luckily for the pair, Ashelin and the Sand Kings attention was on other matters, in other words, how to tell the public that they'd killed Jak without actually admitting to it.

Jaks hands roamed up Torns shirt, and he moaned softly against the spirits mouth, wondering what was happening to him.
Was it just his imagination? Or was this really happening?

The spirit whispered into Torns ears as he nibbled at the ends of them affectionately; "Kiss Jak."

Torns eyes widened in shock, wondering whether to or not, but did as he was told, and to hs utter surprise Jak was kissing him back, with his hands roaming Torns chest, much like the spirit had been.

"Light, will you look at that? They're making out under Damas and Ashelins noses."
Dark sneered.
Light chuckled, but Jaks attention was not on his alter egoes, but his lover that he had just been reunited with.

Torn couldn't believe Jak was - well, alive - but resumed kissing him, his arms snaking up Jaks back invitingly.

But Jak pulled away, his forehead touching Torns slightly.
"We have to stop this, if they see..." Jak murmured, and Torn nodded, removing his arms and simply wrapping them around Jaks chest.

Jak removed his hands from Torns chest as well, and just huddled in his lovers arms, glad to actually be alive!

His thoughts turned to Damas, the man that had killed him.

Damas was supposed to be his father, and most fathers wouldn't murder their children.

'Though it could have been a mistake...' Light said softly, his voice resonating in Jaks ear.

'What! Killing Jak, a mistake? Pffft.' Dark snorted, his voice echoing in Jaks other ear.

Like the little devil and angel fighting over Jaks wellbeing, Dark and Light launched into an argument about whether the Sand King meant to kill his only offspring or not.

'He did mean to kill him!'

'Did not, Dark you stupid fool!'

'Did too!'

Jak sighed, wishing there were some way to impulsively ignore his alter egoes, and instead tried to focus on lying in Torns arms, hearing his lovers heart thud gently against his chest.

Ashelin gestured to where Jaks body had been, and said "What are we going to tell everyone? I mean, we'll have to think of an excuse as to hide the fact that you killed your own son."

Damas saw Jak before the red-head, and smirked.
"We won't need one."

"What do you mea--"

Ashelin saw Jak, huddled in Torns arms, relaxing against his chest, and cried out.
"Jak! You're... alive?"

"No thanks to my "father"." Jak murmured, letting Torn hold him as close as he desired.

Damas' emotions were running high - did he feel more sadness? Guilt? Anger? Relief? Happiness?
The fact that his son was alive mixed many emotions within him, and he didn't know what to say, apart from he was one hundred percent certain that Jak would hate him, if not for the rest of his life.

Torn cuddled Jak tightly to his chest, and the way he stroked Jaks hair made Ashelin realise that her old friend would never, ever let something this drastic happen to Jak again.

They were in love, but it wasn't expected for the former to have such a fierce protection over the one he loved.

'He never loved me that way...' Ashelin thought helplessly.
'Then again, nothing bad ever happened to me, and we didn't go through what Jak and Torn have had to go through to ensure that their relationship survived.'

"Welcome back, Jak." Ashelin murmured, her face pale.
Damas' palour matched her own, but he spoke not a word.

"Aren't you going to say anything? After all, you did kill me. Aren't you glad to see me?"

Damas heard Jaks voice, but it went straight over his head like everything else.

After a few minutes silence, Jaks eyes narrowed.

"Fine. This tells me all I need to know. You don't care about your son, you don't care that you killed him, or that hes alive again, and believe me, I will never ever learn to love you again like I used to."

Damas' eyes widened in horror, but Jak and Torn were already gone, leaving a shocked baroness and a petrified sand king in their wake.