Bring Me Your Love, Monster
Axton settled Jack on the plush couch across from the bed, bringing him blankets and a bedside table to set food and water on.
Axton turned on the little radio in the windowsill and Jack seemed to sigh out at the sound.
He sunk into the couch, tangling the heavy quilts around him, only his face visible in the bundle of blankets.
Axton smiled down at him fondly and kissed his hair.
"Comfortable?" Axton asked rubbing his shoulder softly.
Jack nodded.
He looked out the window, watching the slow drizzle of rain. Today was not as stormy as the days previous, but it was still proving dreary all the same.
Pandoran weather was finicky like that.
It wouldn't rain for months, and then when it did it lasted for days, even weeks sometimes.
Axton crossed his arms and shook his head at the rain.
"Nasty weather. Been like this for days." Axton grumbled.
Jack continued to stare, his lone blue eye soaking it in with wonder.
"I don't mind it." Jack whispered lowly.
Axton looked to him with soft, sore, eyes.
The tone in Jack's voice was concerning.
He sounded...lost.
He sounded drained.
Like the very will had been sucked out of him and he was finding it hard to regain.
"There isn't weather...in the after. You know..." Jack whispered.
Axton frowned deeply at the man wrapped in blankets.
Axton crossed the room, his bare feet padding the floor softly as he did so.
He eased down next to Jack and allowed the broken man to rest his head on his thick shoulder.
"There isn't sun. Or rain. Or snow. It's never hot. It's always just dark. Dark and cold, and thats it. Nothing else." Jack whispered, his throat tightening at the thought.
Axton ran his fingers through Jack's hair, lulling away the bad memories, trying to soften them as the accounts slipped through the other man's lips.
"You see weather. Sometimes. In the memories they give you, but you never feel it, because it's never real." Jack continued darkly.
Axton's frown deepened, his fingers pausing in Jack's locks.
"What do you mean...by memories? Who...are you talking about Jack?" Axton whispered.
Jack seemed to shake at the very thought of explaining.
His lone, blue eye wavered in his socket as he looked at Axton.
"The keepers. They rule...in the after. The after is not heaven...and it's not hell. The after is the in-between, where confused souls go...that's...that's where I ended up...my soul was too torn in different directions for passage into one of the other...so they took me. They are...are...monsters..." Jack's voice quivered as breathed their names.
He gritted his teeth together hard.
Axton hugged him tight, as if ensuring it was ok to go on.
"They aren't human. Their...gods...I guess. They don't look like any one thing, they are...everything all in one. I-I don't know how to explain them really...they just...are. They just exist, and they control everything there. They give you memories, in the after. Except the memories feel real. Like dreams...in a sense. They force you to think about all the right you've done, and all the wrong. Every decision you've ever made. Every conversation you've ever had. They make you relive it. Deciding if your soul is fit for one or the other...heaven or hell." Jack whispered his eyes welling up with moisture.
"I relived the day I told you I didn't ever love you over and over again. They seemed to want to make sure it haunted me. Make sure I knew how wrong I was. I'm so sorry Axton...I'm so sorry...I always loved you...I'm so sorry." Jack pleaded as the tears fell heavier.
Axton shook his head.
"I know you didn't mean it. You're ok now. You're safe." Axton whispered.
Jack looked at him through teary eyes.
"Why did you bring me back?" Jack whispered shame filling his voice, overflowing down his form.
The words struck Axton like a fresh round of bullets.
He paused for a moment, fingers parting through Jack's grey streak.
"Because...because it wasn't your time. You had more to prove. I felt...you needed a second chance...and I...I couldn't be without you." Axton whispered softly.
"But you...the vault hunters...were right...to kill me...I don't even know who I was...or what I was thinking...I'm so sorry." Jack sobbed pitifully.
Axton felt a lump form in his throat.
To see Jack like this, it was painful.
It caused Axton's heart to ache with piercing sorrow.
"All of that, doesn't matter. What matters now is what you do with this chance, this time around." Axton whispered to him, hushing his partner softly.
Axton kissed Jack's forehead and Jack curled into him closer.
"I love you." Jack whispered against Axton's skin.
Axton smiled smally.
"I love you too." Axton returned the words softly.
The soft comments hung their in the air, lingering and settling over the two men like drapes.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.
Axton jumped up at the sound in a panic.
"Who is it?" He barked running to the door.
"It's Maya...can I come in?" Maya whispered through the heavy oaken door.
Axton seemed to relax at the sound of her voice.
"Are you alone?" Axton asked.
"Of course." She answered.
Axton sighed out and unlocked the door, slowly pulling it back, to allow Maya entrance.
Maya stood at the door, a plate in her hands.
The enticing aroma of freshly baked cookies instantly filled Axton's nose.
Maya shrugged and held the plate up.
"Thought you might like some." She said smiling.
"Oh hell yeah, nobody in the right mind can pass up your chocolate chip cookies!" Axton chuckled stepping aside and letting Maya enter.
Axton plucked a baked treat from the plate as she passed and stuffed in his mouth, making a little pleased sound as he chewed.
Axton closed the door behind her and locked it again.
Maya paused for a moment, eyes colliding with a very nervous looking Jack curled in blankets on the couch.
Maya offered him a warm smile and crossed the room with the plate. She sat down next to Jack and offered the plate to him.
"Want one? I promise they're good." She said smiling.
Jack looked at her confusion and concern spreading across his scarred face.
She paid no mind to the deep, ragged, scar covering most his features.
The unmasked version of himself.
To her...she liked him better without the it.
He seemed so much more human like this.
She'd spent months hating a crazed man in a mask, but here, on the couch before her was a man and nothing more. A scarred man. A tired man. A frightened man.
Jack cautiously took a cookie from the plate and bit into it timidly.
She was right, they were good.
Really good.
Maya smiled as the man's eyes softened with every bite he chewed.
He seemed to relax some, even in her presence.
"I know we've never met, but I feel like I already know you." Maya said softly.
Jack frowned deeply.
"I know. You know me as a maniac. A crazed dictator...yeah I know. You and all the rest of Pandora know me..." Jack whispered grimacing sorrowfully.
Maya shook her head frowning.
"No. I know you, from what Axton's told me. All the good things about you, and I'd like to get to know you for myself." Maya said smiling at the former Hyperion CEO.
"I'm Maya, nice to meet you." Maya said warmly.
Jack just stared at her, a little taken a back, a little intimidated.
"Jack...nice to meet you too..." Jack said unsurely.
Maya set the plate of cookies down on the table and headed back across the room.
"The other's and I are headed down to headquarters, Lilith's got some business she wants us to go on. We'll be gone for a few days, I told the others you still weren't feeling up to that much activity. You two keep the house safe ok?" Maya said looking at Axton and then to Jack.
Axton smiled at her.
"We'll keep it under control. Ya'll be safe out there." Axton said watching her as she disappeared down the steps.
He shut the door with a small click.
"Looks like we have the house to ourselves for a few days." Axton said smiling and returning to his seat on the couch.
"You live with all the other vault hunters?" Jack asked looking to the now closed door and back to Axton.
"...and you told them...? About us?" Jack questioned confusion set across his brow.
Axton drew in a deep breath.
"Well yes, we all live together, and er...well...not exactly. I told Maya...or well more like she figured it out. But the others...I sorta kept them in the dark about it, didn't think they'd take it too well..." Axton sighed.
He felt bad having to say it out loud, but Jack knew he had been a secret. Vault Hunters didn't fall for their greatest enemy.
Jack nodded.
"Maya's different though. She's been here for me throughout well...everything. You can trust her...after all she did help bring you back." Axton said shrugging.
"She seems nice...a siren right?" Jack questioned.
Axton nodded.
"Took Siren magic to charge the machine. She really stuck her neck out for me...and you." Axton said leaning against Jack tenderly.
Jack smiled weakly at the commando.
After what seemed like an eternity, the house fell silent.
Axton cracked his door open cautiously.
Nothing but the sounds of the house settling greeted his ears.
He looked over his shoulder at the couch. Jack had been napping for the past hour, his head rested on one of the plush pillows Axton had offered him.
Axton sighed.
His stomach suddenly gave a loud, pained, grumble. Axton reached down to cover his moaning belly.
It was well into the evening, and high time for supper.
Axton gently shook Jack awake, his blue and white eyes cracking open tiredly as he rolled over to look up at the commando.
"Hey, I'm gunna make some dinner, wanna come down and get a little tour of the house? You need to get up and move around a little." Axton said cheerily.
Jack yawned weakly and forced himself into the sitting position.
With a little help from the commando, Jack was on his feet and shuffling across the room.
It was easier this time around.
His legs felt stronger, muscles swelling with life.
The stairs proved a little challenging, but the commando's steady arms were there to guide him.
Once at the bottom Jack looked around, soaking in the massive stone walls, the looming iron chandeliers, the creepy lanterns illuminating the rooms.
"Jeez kiddo could you have picked a creepier place to live?" Jack snarled grimacing.
Axton chuckled and headed toward the kitchen, rattling around for pots and pans.
"Oh c'mon it's not that bad." Axton mused setting a large pan on the massive stove with a heavy clank.
"Sure, not that bad if you're Dracula, or The Wolfman." Jack grumbled shuffling over to the kitchen as quickly as his trembling limbs would allow.
Jack hefted himself up onto one of the kitchen counters and let his legs dangle over the edge.
"Fuck...how long is this whole feeling like I'm dead crap gunna last..." Jack groaned gruffly.
"You were dead. The notebook said the after effects of the body being dormant could last a couple of days." Axton said starting up the stove and throwing several chicken breasts into the pan.
Jack groaned and tapped his fingers on the counter.
His eyes scanned the massive room curiously.
The smells of the cooking chicken invaded his every sense, only reminding him how fucking hungry he was. It was like he just couldn't eat enough. Couldn't make the hunger vanish.
After what seemed like an eternity Axton served Jack a plate and made himself one.
Axton leaned over the counter, not bothering to actually sit down to eat.
Jack balanced his own plate in his lap as he popped a bite of chicken into his mouth.
There was no sound between the two men other than that of pleased chewed and swallowing.
The silence was...humbling.
Axton couldn't help but to welcome it. Even in silence just Jack's presence was enough to comfort his aching heart and soul. It filled the void that had been opened in days earlier. It made him whole again.
Axton swallowed down the last of his food and let the dished fall into the sink noisily.
Jack set his own plate on the counter and sighed out, his stomach full and fat.
He looked so vulnerable.
His feet swaying over the counters edge, his sweatpants clinging to his hips loosely, the oversized shirt practically hanging off his lean form.
Axton casually closed the gap between them, uttering no words, simply letting the action speak for itself.
Axton slowly leaned forward, his arms coming forth to encircle Jack's thin waist, his fingers interlocking at the small of the slighter man's back.
Jack sucked in a sharp breath at the gesture.
The past few days had been all about recovery, and learning to go through the motions of life again. There hadn't been time for much else.
But now Jack sat stronger, still pathetic...but stronger, and Axton's touch sparked that electricity that had not been felt in a very long time.
Jack had, had many encounters with it in the after. Memories of those moments. Those moments of passion and of love. Those moments of lust and of bodies coming together in the heat of passion. Moments that reminded him what he'd had and what he had given up.
But this time it was real. This time it was not just a memory forced upon him by The Keepers.
Axton rested his chin in the crook of Jack's neck and he felt Jack tense at the closeness of the commando. It was like fire had been set off between them. A spark of something that had been long missed.
A spark that could have been felt through time and space alike.
Axton's blunt fingers played with the hem of Jack's saggy sweatpants, toying with the soft, worn material thoughtfully.
Axton tilted his head in and kissed the side of Jack's neck ever so slowly.
Jack drew in a gasp of a breath and he felt Axton smile against his skin.
Jack was soft, and warm, just like Axton had recalled.
Axton lifted the back of Jack's shirt slightly and allowed his fingers to trace along Jack's lower spine. Jack had always been so much thinner than Axton. Even more so now than the last time Axton's fingers had touched Jack's skin this way.
Jack pushed into Axton's grip and linked his arms around the commando's broad shoulders.
Axton's fingers moved up Jack's mid back, tracing circles, pushing the saggy t-shirt up, the material gathering at the tops of his wrists.
Axton sucked Jack's neck softly, lips moving to taste the flesh he knew so well.
Jack felt a thick blush spread across his cheeks against his will.
He bit his lip embarrassed that such a simple touch could rouse him so. But it had been so long. He had dreamt of it over and over again. Wanting it so badly. That sane part of him had missed this so much. Even in his state of madness he had still dreamt of Axton. Still dreamt of them.
Still dreamt of this.
Axton drew back slowly, eyelids falling heavy over his narrowed eyes, a wry little grin clinging to his lips.
He freed one hand and brought it to Jack's cheek, sliding the pad of his thumb over the flushed skin.
"All this time and I can still make you blush like a school girl." Axton hissed through a wicked, toothy, grin.
Jack scoffed and shot Axton a dark scowl.
"Oh shut the fuck up." Jack snarled.
Axton chuckled heartily, his lips mere centimeters from Jack's.
Jack leaned forward and crushed his lips against Axton's.
Axton cradled the back of Jack's head, running his fingertips through Jack's soft locks.
Jack kissed the commando hungrily, his lips sliding, tongue moving, teeth gently biting.
Axton groaned out as Jack captured his bottom lip between his perfect teeth.
Axton broke the kiss with a labored gasp.
He swept a lock of Jack's hair from his face and looked over the older man's expression. He looked winded and needing. His cheeks painted lewdly pink and his eyes falling into helpless slits.
"You sure you're feeling up to this?" Axton breathed against Jack's lips.
Jack nodded quickly.
"Quit acting like you're gunna break me kiddo." Jack growled grabbing Axton's shirt collar and pulling him roughly in for another kiss.
Axton smiled against Jack's lips.
"There's that Handsome Jack I know." Axton hissed.
"Damn right kiddo." Jack snapped, his fingers still entwined in Axton's shirt.
Axton's hand snaked down Jack's heaving front, fingers coming to play at the ties of the sweatpants.
Axton palmed Jack's crotch, feeling the apparent hardness pressing against the soft material.
Axton smirked peevishly and nipped at Jack's chin teasingly.
"Hard already? My, My Jack that was quick..." Axton whispered in Jack's ear hotly.
Jack opened his mouth to snap at the other man but the comment died in his throat as Axton began kneading his erection through his sweatpants.
Jack let loose a pitiful groan as he closed his eyes and bucked his hips up to meet Axton's hand.
Axton squeezed Jack's bulge skillfully, his fingers working to press in just the right ways.
Axton looked at Jack with pleased eyes.
Jack was an utter mess, his hair out of place, his mouth agape slightly as his breaths came to him in raspy pants.
Axton liked him when he looked like this. So frazzled and so needy. Such a man of power come down from his throne. He liked him looking like a mess.
Nothing turned him on more than a disheveled, pitiful, Jack.
Axton looped his thumbs underneath the elastic hem and let his thumbs play over the skin teasingly. Pausing there for more than the standard moment. Jack arched his back and whined impatiently at Axton's stopped advances.
Axton's grin was catty and playful as he teased at the other male.
It was just like him to take his sweet time.
Finally Axton painfully slowly began to drag Jack's hem downward. Axton's thumbs played in the coarse little brown hairs trailing down his torso, down past where the sweatpants covered.
With a small tug, Axton slid the baggy material down Jack's knees, and Jack kicked them off into a little pile on the kitchen tile.
Jack's proud erection sprung free from the material, his head swollen, angry, red.
Jack breathed out, the cold air nipping at his fat anatomy.
Axton extended one finger and trailed it up Jack's swollen underside.
Jack hissed and clenched his pearly teeth together, biting back an obscene moan.
Axton's fingers traced over Jack's slit, and the sensitive spot just underneath his head.
Pressing, massaging, touching.
Jack curled his fingers on the countertop, attempting desperately to keep the ridiculously loud moans that wanted to come forth swallowed down.
Axton smiled deviously as his gruff palm came to wrap around Jack's need. Jack let out a breathy gasp as Axton squeezed around him.
Axton kissed down Jack's chin, his lips pressing against the scars made by the hinges of his mask, over the slight stubble that was there, up his sharp cheek bone. There he let his kisses fawn over Jack's deep, blue, vicious scar that branded across his face.
Jack flinched instinctively, but Axton continued.
"God you're so fucking handsome." Axton whispered tonguing the scar gently.
Jack moaned out a little at the comment.
Nothing got a rise out of Jack than telling him how handsome he was. Axton knew this all too well.
"Say it again." Jack moaned his hips coming up, wanting more from Axton's hand.
"You're so...fucking...handsome." Axton snarled snapping off every word delicately.
Jack tilted his head back and let out a full on moan that would make a porn star blush.
Jack's head disappeared, then reappeared through the ring of Axton's thick fingers over and over again.
A tear of pre-cum leaked out onto Axton's fist as he stroked Jack fluidly. Suddenly Axton left Jack's flushed face, and began to descend downward.
Axton kissed down Jack's neck, his breath hot, his lips scalding Jack's already heated flesh. Axton paused to suck Jack's collarbone for a moment.
He placed a trail of quick kisses down Jack's peck and then ran his tongue down his heaving torso.
Jack breathed out shakily, closing his eyes and putting weight on his elbows as he leaned on the countertop wontonly.
The anticipation had him nearly writhing.
God he just wanted Axton's mouth on his swollen cock.
Finally Axton made his way to Jack's crotch, his big palms squeezing the former president's inner thighs before spreading them open.
Jack's erection throbbed as Axton nosed against it teasingly, allowing his hot breath to pour down the shaft.
Axton extended his tongue and slowly ran it up Jack's underside, pulling another breathy, helpless moan from Jack's lungs.
Jack's fingers parted through Axton's short cropped hair, gripping gently as Axton teased his cock meanly.
He kissed his head gingerly, tongue coming to lightly trace along his slit.
Jack cringed and threw his head back.
Axton gently descended down and sucked Jack's balls, making obscene wet noises as he did so.
It was so good.
Too good.
Jack felt his face flush red as he looked upon the scene.
Axton on his knees between his parted legs, treating him the way a servant would a ruler. Kissing, groveling, begging at his feet.
The heat in Jack's stomach was flaring out of control.
His cock twitched impatiently, pleading for more than just the teasing attention Axton was giving it.
"A-Axton...C'mon..." Jack begged weakly his breath heavy and ragged in the throws of arousal.
Axton smiled against Jack's fat cock, Jack's head pressing lightly against his forehead.
"Didn't say the magic word baby." Axton whispered slowly licking Jack's head.
Jack jerked forward and gritted his teeth together harshly.
"FUCK! Axton PLEASE!" Jack bellowed dryly humping the air.
Axton snickered coyly.
"Now that's a good boy, using your manners." Axton whispered slyly.
With a sudden, quick motion Axton slid Jack's length into his mouth, sucking his wet lips around his girth tightly.
Axton's tongue played over the velvet flesh teasingly with every descent on Jack's hardness.
Jack was heavy on his tongue, filling his mouth to the fullest, stretching the corners of his mouth.
He was so big.
Size was something that Jack certainly was not lacking in.
Axton's fingers squeezed into Jack's thighs as he sucked his cheeks in, dragging a breathy exasperated moan from Jack's mouth.
Axton's saliva dripped down Jack's shaft, pooling at his balls.
The commando's hand came up to wrap around Jack's shaft once more, fluidly stroking him while his mouth did the rest of the work.
Jack's fingers curled in Axton's hair as he looped his leg around Axton's shoulder.
"God damn kiddo...have I ever told you...you should live on your fucking knees?" Jack groaned lowly.
Axton let Jack's erection pop free and smiled up at the flustered man before him.
"You've mentioned it before." Axton whispered huskily.
Axton placed a hot kiss to Jack's tip deviously and lapped the weeping pre-cum delicately.
Jack hissed and shuddered his body reacting involuntarily to the hot feeling of Axton's tongue.
Jack's eyes snapped open and he groaned out low and breathily.
"A-Axton...I'm gunna come!" Jack whimpered pitifully.
With that Axton ceased all attention to Jack's angry cock.
"Not yet baby." Axton hissed leaning over Jack deviously, trapping him to the countertop dangerously.
Jack groaned out loudly.
His cock twitched impatiently, the thick, swirling heat in his groin throbbing with the want of release.
Axton pressed his lips against Jack's roughly, kissing him urgently, hungrily, meanly.
Axton's arms slid around Jack's lean form and he hefted him up off the counter in one swift, strong, motion.
Jack wrapped his legs around Axton's waist habitually and Axton kissed his sharp chin adoringly.
Axton carried Jack into the massive living room and pressed him into one of the large antique couches with a groan of cushions and springs.
Axton hovered over Jack, grinding his hips into the other man's harshly.
Jack could feel Axton's apparent want pressing into his own through the commando's own lazy day clothing.
"You like that? Huh baby?" Axton whispered in Jack's ear, his tongue sliding around the shell of the anatomy.
Jack made a throaty, gruff groan and pulled at Axton's shirt.
His orgasm had ebbed, leaving him with a burning want that was only heavier than before.
"Y-Yes!" Jack managed through labored breaths.
Axton rutted against Jack meanly, driving his hardness into Jack's groin.
"You hang tight. Be right back." Axton whispered nipping at Jack's neck before leaving him lying panting on the couch, floundering like a fish out of water.
Axton returned with a small bottle of what Jack could only assume was lube.
The commando opened the iron fireplace door and fed the coals two new, fat logs.
The flames licked at the new offering and grew in intensity.
With that Axton was back on Jack like a predator to prey.
Axton leaned over the slighter man and grabbed the end of his large shirt, tugging it up over Jack's head, frazzling his hair even more.
Axton skillfully stripped his own shirt up over his head revealing his unclothed body to Jack.
No matter how many times he had seen it, it never failed to awe him.
All of Axton's rippling swells of muscle. His toned abdomen, the muscled "v" shape leading down into his pants, his swollen pecks.
His chest was riddled with scars, missing flesh, and old burn marks.
Jack leaned up slowly and kissed a particularly deep, old, scar scribed across Axton's left peck.
"What...what's this one?" Jack asked in a sort of dazed tone.
"Alpha skag got a hold of me." Axton answered smiling down at Jack.
Jack moved to a wicked looking burn mark across his side, touching it in wonder.
"And this?" Jack questioned hotly.
"Badass loader." Axton breathed, indulging in the feeling of Jack's tongue.
Jack's fingers drifted across a set of scars on Axton's belly.
Before Jack could ask, Axton was already answering.
"Bullymong." He whispered.
Jack kissed a strange shaped scar on Axton's shoulder.
He knew what this one was.
God he did.
But he liked to hear Axton say it.
Axton grinned wryly.
"You." He half moaned.
In one of the very first times they'd come together in a fit of passion Axton had fucked Jack so hard, Jack had sunk his teeth into the commando like his life had depended on it. He'd drawn so much blood, and it had turned Axton on more than it should have.
Jack chuckled against the scar.
"That's right commando." Jack sneered breathily.
Axton pushed Jack down into the couch cushions harshly.
Kissing him feverishly, his fingers working through Jack's hair, his body moving against him hot with want and need.
Axton hooked his finger in his pants and yanked them down sloppily.
His thick, fat erection bounced before him as he jimmied them all the way off and returned his attack on the other man.
Axton was slightly bigger than Jack, his girth worthy of making men and women alike blush.
His erection slid against Jack's hotly, and Axton snaked his fingers around both their shafts, stroking them in unison.
Jack arched his neck back and moaned out pitifully, his fingers clutching Axton's shoulders roughly.
Axton opened the lube and let it drizzle down his thick fingers.
He prodded his pointer finger against Jack's tight entrance, and pushed gently.
His digit passed the ring of muscle and was encased in instant warmth.
Jack hissed and moved against Axton's proceedings, pressing down on the intrusion, wanting more, wanting deeper. Axton added another finger as he kissed Jack's chin, and then lips, muffling a moan from the tattered man beneath him.
"You want it?" Axton whispered pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting his lips and Jack's.
"Yes! For fuck's sake you are such a tease!" Jack begged shamelessly as he bucked up, pushing his erection against Axton.
Axton chuckled at Jack's pitiful state, and proceeded to lube up his own swollen cock.
He groaned as he spread the slick lube down his shaft, pumping himself wontonly.
The wet, slopping sounds as he did so only made Jack more impatient. He wanted nothing more than that, thick, full feeling when Axton got a hold of him. After the first time, it had never been enough for Jack. He'd always wanted more, and more and more of it. Wanting to be fucked and wanting to shamelessly come all over himself. Only Axton could make him come like that. Come so hard he'd see stars. At first he'd tried to stop. Fucking the enemy was not exactly the thing to do if you were trying to run a fucking planet. But Axton was an addiction that Jack simply couldn't shake loose. He'd gone through the feelings of disgust with himself, then shame, sometimes anger...but all those emotions were overtaken by one single word...want. So much want. Wanting and needing. Wanting and wanting more.
Axton looked down at the disheveled man, a fierce grin spreading across his lips.
He couldn't have looked any more like the big bad wolf if he'd tried.
All teeth and sexual tension.
His toned muscles flexed as he grabbed Jack by the hips and hefted him closer with a quick jolt.
"I'm gunna break you in half Jacky..." Axton snarled lowly.
It was like all those instincts came crawling back from the very depths of him. The way they'd fucked times previous. The manner of the fucking. The hard fucking. The dirty fucking.
Here they were again, and it was all they knew.
How to fuck like animals.
"I dare you." Jack hissed through needy breaths.
It was only appropriate for him to counter Axton's comment with snark. That was the way it had always been.
The way they'd come together in the front seats of vehicles, across Jack's desk, wherever they could safely get their hands on one another.
Axton chuckled hauntingly.
He grabbed Jack's legs and spread them apart obscenely, blush staining across Jack's cheeks white hot and needy.
Axton pressed his swollen head against Jack's puckered back entrance.
"I've missed this you feisty fuck." Axton growled before rolling his hips forward and pushing into Jack.
Jack threw his head back yelling out in pleasure and pain all wrapped into one pretty little package.
Axton stretched him slowly, adding more of himself, inch by inch.
The sight of Jack's tight ring of muscle squeezing around Axton's girth was enough to make Axton shudder with pleasure.
Jack's fingers scrambled over the couch cushions, gripping desperately to anything they could find.
"F-Fuck!" Jack moaned loudly his voice reverberating off the high ceilings.
Axton's grin widened at the echoing of Jack's voice.
He was always ungodly loud.
That had always hindered their choices of secret meeting places for sex.
More than once his ridiculously loud moaning had attracted the attention of unwanted guests.
One happened to have been a very ornery badass skag. Nothing pissed Axton off like an interruption, and the stupid beast had learned that quite quickly.
Jack had whined like a little bitch when Axton had come back to continue fucking him silly and got Skag blood on the president's new shirt.
Axton groaned lowly as he began picking up the pace, Jack's body adjusting to the large intrusion. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as his length slid in and out of Jack's gorgeous body.
He bit his bottom lip hard as he bucked his hips forward hard, jolting Jack backward into the couch's arm rest.
Jack moaned out louder, his fingers scraping over Axton's forearms mercilessly.
Axton leaned down, his arms coming to either side of Jack's head, his tongue running up the former president's flushed throat.
"Louder baby." Axton hissed kissing Jack's collar bone and fucking him harder.
His hips snapped against Jack's, loud and quick.
Axton gritted his teeth.
It was downright embarrassing how close he already was.
It had been so fucking long.
Way too fucking long.
Axton moaned out gruffly his voice rough and shallow with the onset of pleasure.
Jack wrapped his legs around the commando's hips, vicing them together, wanting the closeness, the pressed space.
Jack bucked against Axton, his swollen erection jabbing into Axton's abdomen.
Axton looked at Jack with wonton green eyes, his mouth slightly open and rasping for breath.
"F-Fuck I-I'm not gunna last long..." Axton groaned his eyes fluttering closed as he dealt another merciless hump.
Jack's hands scraped down Axton's shoulder blades.
"I-I was already fucking there! You're the one that insisted on making me wait!" Jack complained, his voice half moans, half yells.
Axton laughed against his neck, his big palm tracing down Jack's heaving body, coming to wrap his gruff palm around Jack's erection.
Jack cried out weakly, thrusting into Axton's fist.
Axton began fluidly pumping the pitiful looking man. Jack was crying out moans that carried a breath of Axton's name on it like a fucking prayer.
When Jack was close he always moaned Axton's name.
When they'd first started this...thing...that was the only time Jack would ever say his real name.
Other than that it was all, Vault Hunter, Kiddo, Commando, Fucking bandit...and insults.
But that one split second, right before he came, as he lost his head and all his pride he'd moan Axton's name like a damned whore.
Axton had to admit the high he'd get off it.
Knowing he could break the other man down enough to make him say his name.
Jack's nails were sharp as they dug into Axton's shoulder blades. He threw his head back, his chocolate locks falling in a messy tangle, his mouth agape.
"AXTON! FUCK AXTON!" Jack yelled tightening his legs around Axton.
He was yelling, and then he was coming.
Jack ejaculated shamelessly into the small space between them, coming in Axton's clenched fist, slicking the commando and himself in his finish.
His cock pulsated with every wave of release, his body shuddering weakly, his moans of Axton's name loosing power as he came down off orgasm.
It was the fucking hottest thing Axton had ever seen, when Jack came.
Axton lived for it, needed it for his own orgasm most times. There was nothing like seeing such a man of power come undone at the seams. It was even better knowing he'd been undone by a bandit.
That was all Axton needed.
Suddenly he was filling Jack with all he had.
Jack's body pulsing around Axton's fat cock.
Axton moaned out weakly as he came, his balls pulled tight to his body, pumping Jack full.
He clenched his teeth as he gave a few final, weak thrusts into Jack.
He slumped over the slighter, heaving man weakly.
He looked at Jack tiredly and offered him that heart melting crooked smile of his.
"I forgot how fuckin' loud you are." Axton huffed kissing Jack's cheek.
Jack breathed out slowly, his arms looping limply around Axton's neck.
"Yeah, and I forgot how fucking rough you are. You fuck like a jackhammer." Jack panted giving Axton a dark glance.
Axton chuckled.
"You complaining princess?" Axton whispered deviously.
Jack cracked a small smile.
"You're an asshole, kiddo." Jack replied tiredly.