Mind of a Hero Part Two

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Mmmm… Warm. I was very warm. Damn near toasty! I wasn't aware of much, but that I was on my back and wrapped in a little ball. A weight was on my chest, but I was too caught between my dream and reality that I didn't really care.

Torn.

That sly little bastard! He had felt me up…And hadn't even left a tip. Not that I had really expected one from him, since it seemed to be my own little mind that I brewed these crazy thoughts in. Finally, I pull away from the sweat soaked bodies and pretty words…

To see Daxter, only inches from my face.

"Holy shit!" My eyes widen, and the ottsle better have been glad that my hands were pinned at my sides. My furred companion leapt back to my legs and glared at me, his tail curling around his feet,

"Well excuse ME for waking you up, Prince charming!" The sarcasm was pretty thick.

You could have put it on toast… Mmm, toast. The thought reminded me that food was a wonderful invention at… I glance at the clock to realize I had overslept….

Again.

I roll my eyes gently at the orange furball's pouting and begin to unwind from the blankets, stretching my arms out to my sides. I smack my lips together slightly and swing my legs over the side of the bed, ignoring Daxter's cries of protest.

"Sorry, Dax. Just don't get so close to my face." I mumble in response to his earlier outburst. Slowly, I make my way across the room, pausing to glance at Torn's table. No new briefings, but it seemed that Torn had been here earlier. I gave an involuntary shudder at the possible thought that the elder elf might have been watching me…

'I doubt it…' A solemn thought that did me no good, what with that bothersome darker half and all.

'Bothersome! Without me, you'd be in a body-bag, boy!'

A gruesome thought, for sure. 'No offense, Dark. I was more expecting a crack on Torn…'

My Darker half only chuckled, 'Thanks for reminding me. I doubt it would ever work. You just don't have enough control.' He taunted acidly, those dark eyes just behind mine. I could see them, but just barely. A snarl found it's way from my lips, my fists clenching in the fallen blanket,

'Oh, fuck you, Dark.' And with that I fought my way past the barriers and shut him out; for now at least. But he was right… I just didn't have control enough to ever… Be close to someone again. The incident with Keira had almost broken me, but I would heal. I always healed. She was just some girl. A girl I grew up with. My sister, basically…So I was fine with it, or I would be, after a while.

But Torn… I wanted Torn the moment I saw him; and it had nothing to do with brotherly love.

Daxter tugged the blanket, breaking me from my musings as he scampered up to my shoulder, "Hey buddy, you were in deep thought, there. Don't blow a fuse!" He laughed lightly and smacked the back of my head. A roll of my eyes, and my hand on my head, I proceed to shrug the creature off, shooing him away. The furball seemed to take this the wrong way. Hell, he knew I wasn't a morning person.

"Fine!" He said in exasperation, "I'll be at the Naughty Ottsle with Tess-baby if ya need me."

"Have fun, Dax. Make sure you can stumble home in one piece." I knew he couldn't hold his liquor… He knew he couldn't hold his liquor. Though he was small, he still drank…a lot. He casually flipped me the bird, and strutted, as much as an ottsle could, out of the hideout, muttering under his breath about annoying sidekicks.

I laugh lightly and kick the blanket away from my feet, beginning to move around the kitchen area to make myself something to eat!

It discouraged me to find that there really wasn't…Anything.

So I made toast; eight pieces of toast, to be exact. I was in the middle of buttering the fourth slice when a familiar voice sounded behind me,

"Well isn't this a picture of domestic bliss. Make enough for me, dear?" That oh so sexy rasp, mixed that monotonous made me fight off a blush as I glance to Torn from the corner of my eye, making sure to look mean…Or as mean as I get when I first wake up,

"No, I didn't. Make you own god damn food, and don't call me dear!" I growl softly, now buttering my seventh piece of toast. Damn it, I hadn't even heard him come in! I hate it when people sneak up on me…

The Ex-KG commander laughed lightly as he walked casually up behind me. I could feel him, inches away. His hand came to rest on my shoulder, his chin setting to my left. He looked up at me, my face slipping from cold to embarrassed.

He smelled good… Like some hard spice, but it had an undercurrent of sweetness to it. I turned my face to him and met his icy eyes with my own slightly blood shot ones.

Hey, I hadn't had coffee yet.

His chuckle sent shivers up my spine as he gave a little grin, "So, how are you Jak? Sleep well?" His fingers tracing over my bare shoulder didn't help my already slow thought process.

"I guess… Woke up to Dax…Feels like I haven't slept at all." I answered honestly, blinking once, trying to fight the blood from rushing to my face…And other places.

"I imagine the rat would be a bad sight to wake up to… And you were rolling around when I came in last night, all the way 'til I left. Not sure if you stopped or not." He said softly, turning his face, putting his breath closer to my neck and cheek.

I swallow softly and give a little laugh, ignoring the fact that he really was watching me sleep, "Yea, he is. So how did you sleep, Oh mighty Captain?" I let the sarcasm roll from my tongue as I turn my eyes to him.

"I haven't…" Was his casual reply as his head turned a fraction, pressing his lips to my neck. An involuntary sigh makes its way from my mouth as he nuzzled into my neck lightly, a wicked smirk on his lips; "I need something to put my head on." His arms curled from my shoulders, to my chest, his fingers pressing to the left of my right nipple, slowly sliding down to my stomach, "And you're nice and soft…" He lifted his head and nibbled my ear, making my knees weak…

And I found that nibbling my ear makes me completely helpless when being dragged to bed by a scrumptious tattooed elf man.

So, in short, I was drug back to my bunk. Torn backed me against the bed, giving me a look that made me sit, like a good obedient puppy.

That's right, a puppy. This man made me into Jell-O! And I hated Jell-O…

Nimble, sly fingers flitted across my naked chest, making my own body respond. My hands slid up his back and over his shoulders, pulling him downward as my fingers playing along his neck and ears. I was pleased when he began to purr at me. As I threaded my fingers through his ruby dreads, he nibbled my collarbone, making me fall to my back. He attacked my chest with little kisses and bites, licking across my taunt stomach.

I writhed gently, breathing heavily as he made his way back up my chest, licking at the hollow in my throat. I gave a little moan, gripping his hair tighter, in turn making him hiss softly. But I think he liked it, since he bit me again. Hey, I wasn't going to complain.

By this time, all the blood in my body had pooled between my legs…. And it fucking hurt with no attention to it.

I rolled my hips gently, and Torn shifted his right back, making me cry out softly. Just the lightest touches sent me spiraling. He chuckled darkly and nuzzled against my throat, cuddling his body against mine, eyes half lidded, tongue darting out to wet his swollen lips.

Then he did what any self-respecting man would do…

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He fell asleep. He fucking fell asleep!

He fell forward, my marked chest a pillow for his head, and I really couldn't blame him… He had said he hadn't slept yet, and obviously, I was soft and warm. Good information to know about myself, I guess. Not sure how I could fit that onto a resume, though…

My arm curls around his back as I pull the covers over us with my other hand. Cuddling down into the blankets, I let my eyes close, and m mind wander. I don't know why, but I got these… images of carnage, and dark…hideous, black eyes. I knew it was Dark. Why wouldn't it be? Happy, and content… And he had to rear his ugly head. I hated his bluffs.

'Who says I'm bluffing…?'

I gave a yawn and nuzzled Torn's braids softly,

'I do.' And then it was darkness. I didn't see anything else, but I was a pretty heavy sleeper.

And I know Torn was, too, because he didn't hear Ashelin's chuckle and her cute comment. I did, unfortunately, and I had to hide my blush in my pillow. Back to sleep, for me.

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The ending is revised, and the next few chapters will be revised as well.

-!Phoenix!-