Chapter 8
It had been at least six hours since Torn had called and told them of Daxter's abduction.
Jak lay sprawled out on the bed, breathing calmly, a quiet disguise from the thousand thoughts racing through his head. Keira lay at his side in silence, running her hand along his bare chest in a comforting manner.
A steady thumping at their door made them both sit up with a start. Warily, Jak made his way to the door and opened it a crack so see who it was.
"Jak?" A stout guard asked hoarsely.
"Yeah?"
"King Damas requests your presence at the Palace immediately."
The youth nodded, "I'll be right there."
Closing the door, he looked back to Keira, a look of clearly visible distress upon his ruggedly handsome face.
"Go, Jak. I'll stay here and wait for any word," she assured in her small voice.
"Thanks, its just..." he trailed off, looking off to one side of the dusty room.
"What?"
"I feel like I'm always leaving you like this..." He closed the four foot gap between them and tenderly stroked her shoulder.
She reached up for his calloused hand and brought it to her soft lips, "I understand how it has to be like this right now, and I know that whatever you do, there's some good reason to it." She finished with a smile, instilling a little confidence in the anxious man.
"Well...I'd better be going. Don't wanna have a reason to have to escape anther city in the same month. Come get me if any news comes." He ended on a serious note and Keira nodded in a promise that she would.
Damas rose to greet Jak as the new Spargain bowed neatly before him. He noticed a subtle uneasiness in Jak's body language and looked at the young man strangely before he began to speak.
"Jak, I called you about your Arena fight earlier today..."
Jak sighed heavily. Evidently Damas too, had noticed the obvious dark transformation that he had let loose, and now he would have to explain it...again. Though, Jak's story seemed to interest Damas even more so than Keira.
"Praxis always did try to take the easy way out. Instead of putting time and money into training an army, he turned made a rash decision to play like the Precursors..." Damas summed up, looking at Jak in a slightly different light than he had before.
"Jak, I know that you have skills on the battlefield, and now I want you to show your skills as a driver."
At that, the blonde's eyes lit up with a boyish delight. Driving. Vehicles. Speed. Some of the many great desires of mankind.
Damas continued, "Take one of the dune buggies and collect two artifacts that our radar shows has been uncovered by the winds of the desert. But beware: Marauders litter the Wasteland like ottsels in a storeroom, and they will attack even if unprovoked."
The young warrior nodded stiffly in comprehension, accepting his task. The King handed him a single ring with a single key and Jak tossed it up excitedly, catching it swiftly and turned on his heel to leave.
Damas shook his head with a quiet chuckle. To be that age again...
Before Jak set out on his assignment, he thought to check in on Keira and any potential news that might have come up while he was gone.
Keira answered the door, smiling at his return, but frowned and shook her head when she saw the questioning look written upon his face.
"I'm sor-," Keira began.
Jak put his hand up to stop her, "Don't be sorry...Hey, come with me, Damas is having me sent out on a driving assignment in the desert!" His eyes lit up once again as he spoke and Keira gave a squeal of enjoyment, her shared passion for vehicles rising again inside her.
Together they walked towards the first automatic gate which led to the garage of Spargus. Keira affectionately took Jak's hand, stopping it's back and forth motion and causing Jak to look at her and grin brightly. Once inside the first gate, the couple gazed around at the circle of gleaming cars parked all around them.
"I think that's the one I'm supposed to use," Jak pointed to a smaller vehicle, which consisted mostly of the metal framework of a car, with two pale yellow turbos mounted behind the driver's seat.
"I've never seen anything like it in Haven before!" Keira beamed, walking up to the car and staring at the complex engine through the titanium bars that did little to protect it.
"...This must be a sand filter...and oh! Look at the size of that engine!" She continued to tinker while her male companion inspected the interior for a moment.
"Well, I'd better get started...I wanna get the feel of this thing and get those two artifacts before the sun sets," Jak stated and Keira walked up to him, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Be careful."
"I will," he said as he strapped himself in and hit the gas pedal. Before the outside gates closed, a loud whoop emitted from the small buggy, sending a few peculiar stares in Keira's direction, who only giggled and waved him off.
The first artifact was easy enough to find; he could see it reflecting the sun's glow from a mile away.
After he had collected the triangular prism-shaped object, he learned that Damas had meant what he said about the Marauders. They seemed to come from nowhere; firing rapid bursts of red eco for his armor-less vehicle.
His only defense was to out-drive them, for his buggy was unequipped with any sort of weaponry. They chased him until he came to a sort of oasis type area, shielded from the hot sun by a large mountain. Thankfully, there he found the second artifact, and now had only to make it back to the Wasteland citadel.
Letting loose a little, Jak sped over the dunes, allowing the wind to rip though his green-tinted hair and wear at his exposed skin. Adrenaline leaked into his veins as he tried to quench his insatiable thirst for speed and avoid death by crashing into an unseen ravine or rock. Soon enough, the view of the brightly lighted tower lured Jak back to the gates of Spargus. He parked the car in the garage area and hopped out in one swift movement.
Adrenaline remained present in his body as he briskly walked the wide streets towards his and Keira's apartment. Loudly, he walked in through their shabby wooden door and threw his sand-crusted goggles to a far corner of the room and called out Keira's name.
She hastily emerged from their modest bathroom in only Jak's familiar blue-long sleeved shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the bottom of the shirt ending at the beginning of the young woman's toned thighs.
Confidently, the returned warrior strode up to Keira, and grasped her face in his hands, kissing her passionately. She reacted warmly by reaching her hands around his broad torso, trailing her dainty hands down his spine and stopping at his lower back.
Slowly, Jak traced his fingers down the sides of her face to her neck, and further slid them down to rest on her curvy hips. All the while, he began to deepen their make-out session, causing Keira to give a soft moan of satisfaction.
Keira broke their kiss and stared into her lover's bright eyes seductively, gripping the sides of his shirt and pulling him backwards towards their bed. Once she sat down on the edge of the bed, he leaned back down to kiss her, only to be playfully refused when she put her index finger to his lips.
She's toying with me...Jak eyed her curiously, licking his bottom lip and waiting for her next move. The nimble mechanic simply laid back on the cushiony bed, laying her head back on the pillows and beckoning him to come to her.
Jak wasted no time as he ripped his shirt off over his head and crawled over her body, dominantly rejoining his mouth with hers. Keira couldn't resist running her hands over his bare and now tanned chest, one of the many things she adored about him, causing his moves to become all the more pressing.
The last time they have been together it had been so unfamiliar and had been rushed a bit; not to mention they both had had a few drinks beforehand. Now, though, it was tantalizing for the foreplay to be so drawn out. They both were already enjoying themselves and each other immensely, and they had yet to get to the best part.
Keira squirmed in excitement as Jak lowered one of his tough hands to her hip, massaging it as he reached for the band of her simple black underwear. He became even more aroused as Keira helped him take them off by wiggling her legs up against him.
Fighting against his lustful urges, he made every move slow and deliberate, making the woman beneath him shudder as he inched up the shirt that denied him the whole of her body.
Keira felt her spine prickle as Jak continued to caress her supple curves. She was no longer thinking of Errol this time, or being scared, but was totally enveloped in the man she had only known for almost a week. Once her shirt was no more of an issue, Keira surprised Jak as she rolled him over onto his back, smiling once her figure straddled his groin. His eyes flickered with curiosity and excitement, and he sat up to her, taking her hips firmly in his hands.
Their eyes remained locked with each other's as Keira lowered herself painstakingly slow onto his rigid member. They both moaned softly as they became joined together, and Keira's jade eyes closed at his first thrust into her.
The position they were in called for a much slower, but much more enjoyable process. As he guided her up and down on himself, his eyes rolled back and he thought he was going to burst any second now. Keira, too, was already panting out his name to the ceiling as she reached her peak.
But, they were both enjoying this too much to let it end so soon. So, they slowed their passionate pace, even though they both wanted more of each other so badly. Before long, however, they were too hot to take it anymore. Jak jerked up into her faster, and Keira's hands held tightly onto Jak's broad shoulders to try and ground herself.
One thrust more, and Jak had ended it all for Keira, causing waves of pleasure to rock through her small frame. The clench of her muscles around him caused him, too, to finally come inside her and slump his head against her heaving chest.
The two sat there, allowing their breathing to calm and heart rates to slow. Jak then lifted his head to look at her, giving her a tired, yet satisfying grin. Her only answer to that was playful kiss to his jaw.
Jak moved to allow them to lean back together, but not before they were suddenly alerted by the loud ringing of Jak's communicator. The young man quickly looked to his lover with a look of fear and question on his face, as he reluctantly pulled himself from her and hurriedly grabbed his noisy communicator.
"I'm here!" Jak answered.
"Jak? It's Torn. Daxter's back..."
"What? That's great! Let me talk-"
"No, Jak...This is not good. Daxter accidentally...Jak, Errol knows where you are. He's coming for you. And Keira," Torn said solemnly, a hit of worry in his voice.
Jak sat down on this bed in disbelief. What was he supposed to do now?
Oh my...Did I just write that?
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