Third Time's the Charm!

You are now entering The Plothole. Please leave all weapons, shoes and souls at the door. Keep your arms and legs inside the seat at all times. They may eaten by rabid rodents.
Dax: (looks innocent, munching on an arm)
Emily the Killer Bunny, potential relative of Zakura the Killer Rabbit: (evil grin)
Daddy the Hamster: (Sitting on her head) (twitches his whiskers, showing very large fangs)
Shukaku the Dojo Raccoon: (looks cute)

Disclaimer: If I owned Jak 2, I wouldn't bother writing this. Except for the script.

Warnings: We actually get somewhere! Shock horror! There will be kissing! It is yaoi, incase you hadn't noticed. That means gay pairing. They are very happy.

Snap!
"What do you want?" Torn glared over the top of his book at Jak as he sauntered into the Underground. It was kinda hard for him to keep glaring when Jak sat on his desk and turned to face him. To keep his eyes off Jak's butt, Torn reached out and pushed Jak off his desk. Jak pouted, and stood. Today he had decided he would tell Torn of his love for him, but this had already gotten off to a bad start. Maybe he shouldn't tell Torn. All he would do was reject him. But he didn't think he could stand Daxter's taunting if he went back without telling. Torn himself looked at Jak curiously. He could tell he had something to say. Although angry at the interruption of his reading, he had been waiting for Jak. Sig had made him promise that today he would tell Jak how he felt about him. At the threat of telling the entire city, just whispering the words to Jak seemed easy. But that was only in comparison. As a result, both ended up speaking at the same time.
"I need to talk to you."
"I've got something to tell you." There was an awkward silence. Torn coughed.
"Uh, what did you want to talk about?" Jak looked away from him.
"No, you go first." Daxter, who had been hiding in the ceiling, was very bored of the indecision and the way two grown men were acting like little girls, jumped onto Torn's desk.
"Hey, Tattooed Wonder, our boy here wants to tell ya-" Jak grabbed Dax in a choke-hold, a faint pink flush coloring his cheeks. Torn looked at him curiously.
"What did you want to say to me, Jak?" Jak was very surprised at the softness in Torn's voice. It was as though the rough, gritty edge to it had been sanded away. It took him a little while to actually notice the question.
"Uh, I can't say it with Dax here….it's kinda personal." Torn grabbed Daxter, tied him up, and threw him out the door.
"You were saying?" Jak grinned, even though his stomach was twisting itself in knots.
"Uh, Torn, I…I…" He gave up, and looked apologetically at Torn. By now, Torn had some clue what was going on. However, some small part of his head was telling him not to jump to conclusions, that it was too good to be true, that he should hear the boy out.
"Yes?" A gentle nudge of encouragement couldn't hurt though. Jak flushed slightly, then looked back at him.
"Torn, I…love you." Torn almost died of happiness. Words he never thought he would hear! Was this really Jak, here, saying this to him? It was almost to good to believe. Jak was very confused by the reaction, and raised his hands.
"I'm very sorry, I'll just go and never see you again." Torn almost flew over the desk and forced his and Jak's lips together. Jak fell over. After a while, because, as everyone seems to say, oxygen is essential to life, they pulled back. Jak panted, looking up at Torn.
"What did you want to say to me?" It was such a stupid question, and both knew it. They looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
Sig smiled from his hiding place. Now the cherries would stop acting like bitches in heat, or so he thought…

In The Plothole

HK: But, naturally, he's wrong! I mean, seriously. I'm writing this.
Torn: I hate you.
Jak: I do too!
HK: Don't gang up on me!
Torn: Why not.