A Monster of a Ruckus
The ground was thick and soft beneath his feet. Overly moist with the onset of heavy rain. It was drenched, muddy, rich, soil. He stretched his toes in the dirt, feeling it on the bottoms of his feet. He was absent of his shoes, for reasons he did not know.
He took in a deep, heavy, breath. It inflated his lungs to their maximum capacity, and then he let it loose slowly. He could smell the wet earth in his nostrils. It was dense, and earthy. A deep smell. A concoction of rainwater, soft dirt, decaying leaves and wet grass. A perfume of the earth if he had ever smelled one.
His body felt strong, his muscles pulsing with life.
He stretched slowly, elongating his spine, working out any stiffness left over there.
His shoulders rotated beneath his skin, shifting, working, moving. He shook his head slowly, shaking water from his hair, letting it fall like small raindrops around his form.
He had never felt so very...alive.
He raised his head slowly, eyes searching out over the landscape before him. He could see the flickering lights of far off homes. Swaying in the darkness around them. They glinted like christmas lights, decorating the blackness in the hills.
The landscape was rugged as it rolled out before him. Barren and dead mostly as it was bathed in the half full moonlight.
Suddenly the instinct just hit him.
He needed to run.
Run as fast as he could.
He just needed to run.
His legs came to life, pumping full of energy, his muscles swelling full of power.
The soil was soft as his feet dug into it, propelling him forward.
The landscape whipped by him as he cut through the empty lands.
The hills were nothing as he forced his body up them and down them, taking air and landing hard.
The impact did not rattle him, only pushed him harder.
His breath came in harsh, quick pants.
His tongue pushed across his bottom teeth, feeling their pointed form lash across his lolling anatomy.
His eyes were wild as they focused in on the homes.
His vision clear even in the darkness.
The little flickering lights were becoming closer, closer, closer.
He was running faster, harder, his heart beating wildly in his chest, booming in his ears.
They were so close...
Suddenly Jack startled awake, jumping out of his heavy dream state.
He breathed out shakily, his vision fuzzy and confused.
He looked over his surroundings dazedly.
He was still in bed, Axton sprawled out next to him dead asleep, the covers wrapped around his waist carelessly.
Jack sighed loudly and ran his hand through his hair.
He flopped back onto the pillow and pressed his palms against his eyelids.
He rolled lazily onto his back and sighed out slowly.
He pressed his hand over his chest, his heart still racing in his chest.
Just another damned dream.
Jack groaned out lowly and cracked his neck.
Just a dream. But it had felt so real...so fucking real.
He shook his head and closed his eyes.
Axton stirred next him slowly with all of Jack's commotion.
He grumbled gruffly and turned over to face Jack.
The commando yawned widely and threw an arm around Jack's thin frame, pulling his body to the other male's.
"Mornin' handsome." Axton whispered his voice rough and ragged.
"What's all the floppin' around about?" Axton continued, his eyes still closed as he nuzzled into Jack's neck.
Jack shrugged.
"Just a dream." Jack whispered.
Axton made a little grunt.
"Good or bad one?" Axton questioned gruffly.
"Just...neutral I guess. Not really bad, not really good." Jack muttered.
Axton nodded slowly.
"Well at least it wasn't a bad one." Axton mused nibbling Jack's earlobe.
Jack sighed out and closed his eyes slowly.
Axton curled around Jack's form, pressing himself tight to his body.
Jack could feel Axton press his groin into his hip, and his obvious erection rub against his skin.
Jack shot Axton a dirty look.
"Really." Jack snarled.
Axton chuckled and splayed a palm across Jack's abdomen.
"Oh c'mon, I can't help it. It's just a lil mornin' wood." Axton snickered in Jack's ear.
"Well it's stabbing me in the side." Jack complained grumpily.
"Well how about you let it stab you in the mouth how bout that babe?" Axton snickered.
Jack rolled over and offered Axton his back huffily.
"Pig." Jack insulted over his shoulder.
Axton wrapped his arms around Jack, pressing his bare chest to Jack's shoulder blades.
"Well aren't you just a little ray of sunshine?" Axton cooed against the side of Jack's throat.
Jack just growled in response.
Suddenly Axton rolled on top of Jack's body, framing him harshly.
Jack flopped onto his back again and peered up at the commando above him.
"What are you doing?" Jack snarled from beneath the larger male.
"I'm gunna fuck the bad attitude right out of you. That's what I'm gunna do sweet cheeks." Axton whispered leaning down to kiss up Jack's throat.
Jack's adams apple bobbed against Axton's lips as he swallowed hard.
"Real cute kiddo." Jack whispered through gritted teeth as Axton dragged his tongue up his cheek.
"Well I see that as the only way to address this issue." Axton whispered as his palm ran down Jack's heaving stomach.
"I thought your little buddies were coming back today." Jack whispered, gasping breathlessly as Axton massaged him through his boxers.
"They are. But it's early. Best have you in a good mood when you meet them. Figure we got plenty of time for a quicky." Axton swooned gently pulling down Jack's boxers, freeing his flaccid cock.
Jack folded his arms back behind his head and a cocky, wicked grin spread across his lips.
"Well if you insist pumpkin." Jack taunted wickedly.
Axton wrapped his palm around Jack's member and stroked softly, fluidly bringing it to life.
Jack leaned his head back on the pillow and let his eyes fall closed as Axton's palm worked him. Axton could feel Jack swelling beneath his palm, growing thicker, harder.
Jack hissed out through his teeth and arched his hips up slightly.
"Fuck that's good..." Jack groaned lowly.
Axton grinned wryly his lips centimeters from Jack's.
He leaned down and kissed Jack deeply, biting his lip softly.
Jack pushed into the kiss hungrily, his tongue coming to play with Axton's roughly.
Axton stroked Jack harder, meaner.
Jack broke the kiss, sucking in a gasp of air as his shaft disappeared into Axton's fist once more, the skin bunching around his angry red tip.
"You like that Jacky?" Axton whispered to his frazzled partner.
Jack nodded, all the knowledge needed to form words had vanished from his tongue. All he could do was moan a response.
The sound was thick and rich in Axton's ears.
Nobody moaned the way Handsome Jack did.
The sound was enough to make you melt on the spot like a sad little puddle of ice that had come in contact with heat.
His voice was smooth, and silky as it left his lips, that sound caressing all Axton's deepest desires.
It caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end, and his body to shudder.
His eyes flickered closed for a moment as Jack let loose a louder, more desperate moan.
God it was like milk chocolate coming across those thin lips of his, dripping over his heaving, needing body.
Jack was shameless in his need.
He did not care if he was too loud when expressing his pleasure, and oh was he ever too fucking loud.
Always loud.
He had a voice like honey and was not afraid to use it.
God damned Axton liked that.
Suddenly Jack rolled Axton to the bottom, thumping the commando into the bedding hard.
Axton cocked an eyebrow at the ex-president.
"Feeling frisky this morning huh love?" Axton cooed stretching upward, letting all his muscles shift as he did so.
Jack splayed his palms out over Axton's swollen, scarred muscles.
"I'm gunna make you melt pumpkin." Jack whispered in his ear, his tone thick and dangerous.
Axton shivered as Jack's hot words tumbled down his throat.
Without another word Jack was slinking down Axton's body backward, until he was eye level with his swollen erection.
Axton bit his lip hard and sucked in a sharp breath.
Jack ran his tongue up the inside of Axton's thigh, all the way to the "v" of his torso, over his lower abdomen, kissing and sucking and wetting the skin teasingly.
Axton moaned out at every touch, every teasing little feeling of Jack giving attention everywhere but the one place he wanted.
Jack kissed along a ragged scar jolting down Axton's left thigh and let his eyes dart up to meet his partner's.
Axton's green eyes were lulled behind heavy lids, barely open as he watched Jack enthralled.
Finally Jack extended his tongue and licked a long, slow, stripe up the underside of Axton's hardness.
Axton hissed out and let his head fall back on the pillow hard.
Jack filled his mouth with Axton's length, his tongue darting over the sensitive anatomy skillfully.
He wrapped his lips around Axton's swollen head and gently allowed his tongue to slide up his slit, collecting the pre-cum there, savoring it's salty taste on his senses.
Jack took Axton into his mouth, down his throat, taking it all skillfully and easily.
Axton moaned out shakily.
That was certainly one thing that hadn't changed.
Jack was a damned near pro at giving head...how he'd become so Axton would rather not ask.
Sorta a don't ask don't tell thing.
But that was far besides the point.
Jack gave head like a fucking god.
It had taken him months for Axton to finally talk him into it. Jack was a proud son of a bitch, and blowjobs were "beneath" him.
The first time he'd ever agreed to it he'd had far too many glasses of wine and that had certainly worked in Axton's favor.
Axton sighed out as Jack's throat clenched around him as he swallowed him down over and over again.
God damn, was all he could possibly hope to think.
Jack palmed Axton's testes gently massaging them as he bobbed his head fluidly.
"F-Fuck!" Axton groaned out arching up a little.
Jack chuckled around Axton's cock and Axton all but doubled over.
His tongue, his mouth, it was so hot, so skilled, his fingers now wandering along Axton's puckered entrance, it was all good.
So fucking good.
Jack gently brushed the pad of his thumb along Axton's back entrance, getting an exasperated moan from the commando's lungs.
Jack didn't top often.
He liked feeling full and stretched and being on top was frankly too much work on most days.
But every once and a while he got the itch, and god he wanted it now.
To feel strong again, to feel whole again.
He was going to fuck Axton damned near stupid.
Jack let Axton's thick need pop from his mouth with a wet little sound and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand wontonly.
Axton lie beneath him panting and frazzled.
A thick paint of red clung to his cheeks and neck as he stared starry eyed at his lover.
Jack pawed up Axton's body, allowing his erection to slide against the commando's.
He grinned down at his partner, wicked and fierce.
That smile could strike fear into the hearts of men and monsters alike. That wicked, vicious, poisonous smile full of bad intentions.
Jack drew circles along Axton's chest, slow and big, his eyes darting over Axton's form.
He chuckled low in his chest and his gaze flicked up to Axton's. Vibrant blue and dead white. Haunting and needy.
Axton swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing with the motion.
"What happened commando? Thought you were gunna fuck the bad attitude right out of me?" Jack hissed running his finger down Axton's jawline.
Axton shot Jack a dirty look and gritted his teeth.
Jack laughed heartily and ran his tongue along the shell of Axton's ear, delicate and slow.
Axton closed his eyes and clenched his teeth harder.
"Not so big and bad now are you vault hunter?" Jack hissed in his ear.
Axton let loose of a fragmented breath.
Oh god he couldn't help but fall apart when Jack called him that. It was the way he said the title, like it was a dirty, disgusting thing.
Jack had always said it like that. Ever since the beginning.
Vault Hunter was a disgusting word to him and he made it very clear in the way he uttered it.
Axton would be flat out lying if he so much as tried to say he didn't like it.
He couldn't help but like it. Maybe even a little too much.
Jack's fingers ghosted up Axton's neck, his palm wrapping around the commando's throat.
Axton swallowed against the pressure there and made a useless, needing sound.
"Pitiful commando, really." Jack hissed sucking the side of Axton's neck as his hand squeezed around his windpipe just a little tighter. Tight enough to know the danger there, tight enough to get a small rise of fear from Axton's gut.
There was the Handsome Jack Axton had fallen for. That mean, witty, shit talking bastard that could unravel him in mere seconds. The Handsome Jack that knew Axton got off on the fear and the power that he held. The Handsome Jack that couldn't help but to like the sense of fright he could inflict upon his partner.
He tightened his grip just a little.
Axton gasped, breath becoming more labored and difficult.
"Such a kinky little bastard aren't you Ax? You like when I have my fingers around your pathetic little throat huh?" Jack swooned chuckling as he rocked his hips against the commando's.
Axton groaned out raggedly, his voice choked and strained.
Jack clicked his tongue at the other male.
"Use your words kitten." Jack teased meanly, his grin wide and pearly for Axton's viewing.
"Y-Yes!" Axton practically begged.
Jack hummed at the word.
"Yes...what?" Jack pressed his fingers digging in harshly.
Axton made a pained, needing noise against the palms around his neck.
"Y-Yes Handsome Jack." Axton moaned as the corners of his vision began to get fuzzy.
He could feel his body reacting to the lack of oxygen, and his cock throbbing at the abuse.
Jack chuckled wickedly and suddenly released his grip on the commando's throat.
Axton felt the blood rush back into his ears, pounding in his head, and took a gasping breath.
Jack gently licked the red marks left behind by his mean fingers and laughed against the commando's abused skin.
"Say my name again vault hunter." Jack hissed dry humping against Axton's hips.
Axton bucked up pathetically, eyes squeezing shut.
"H-Handsome Jack!" Axton practically begged.
His cock twitched with impatience and the want for attention. Fuck he needed it so damn badly, and Jack was being a fucking tease.
Jack was good at that.
Teasing until you were pretty sure if he so much as touched you with one finger you'd be coming all over yourself.
He could carry this out for hours, bringing Axton to the brink of climax, then ceasing all attention. Over and over again until Axton was sore and couldn't think of anything else but sweet sweet orgasm. But god when Jack would finally let him cum oh god it made it all worth it. That sweet, hard, pounding climax that would leave him feeling like he damn near might pass out.
Axton moaned out lowly, and balled his fists in the sheets.
"Again!" Jack demanded sitting up and grabbing Axton roughly by the chin.
"Handsome JACK!" Axton yelled bucking his hips uselessly.
Jack laughed low and haunting, crooked smile painted across his face like a masterpiece.
"Do you want me to fuck you, hmm, Axton?" Jack teased meanly shifting on Axton's hips.
Axton nodded frantically.
"Y-Yes Handsome Jack." Axton stuttered.
Jack smiled wider.
"Beg for it pumpkin." Jack hissed gently running his finger down Axton's heaving stomach.
Axton didn't hesitate, before he could even really comprehend the action, he was doing it.
"J-Jack please! I need it! Please!" Axton begged pitifully.
Reduced to begging...and he loved it.
"Commando, commando, commando, I know you can beg better than that." Jack snarled running his thumb over Axton's lower lip.
Axton made a little whimper in his throat and looked up at Jack pitifully.
Fuck he needed it so badly.
"Jack PLEASE! I fucking need it so bad! Please!" Axton begged loudly.
Jack seemed pleased with the commando's pitiful begging.
"That's a good boy." Jack praised Axton tauntingly.
Suddenly Jack lifted off Axton and gently eased off the bed.
Axton watched with confused eyes.
Jack pointed at the edge of the bed, his eyes mean little slits as they settled on his partner.
"C'mere pumpkin. Bend over and show Handsome Jack that pretty little asshole of yours." Jack barked the order intimidatingly.
Axton hefted himself off the bed and crooned over it, leaning his elbows on the mattress and offering his rump to Jack.
Jack's hands came to Axton's rump, obscenely spreading his cheeks apart.
"Oh yes, Jack likes." Jack hummed rearing a palm back and sending it across Axton's left cheek with a hard slap.
Axton jolted forward and yelped out with the sudden action.
Jack chuckled at Axton's reaction and brought the wrath of his hand down again.
The struck skin smarted and tingled, leaving Axton drooling into the bed sheets.
It hurt in the best fucking way possible.
"If only your little buddies could see their fearless commando now, pitiful and begging to Handsome Jack. Begging for me to fuck you. Oh Axton what would they say?" Jack taunted rubbing the red skin of Axton's ass cheek.
Axton panted into the bedding hard.
"I don't care what they think. Nggggg fuck Jack please!" Axton breathed trying to back up into Jack's erection.
Jack cocked a playful eyebrow at the commando and ran his thumb down the back of Axton's testes.
"Oh you don't do you? So you wouldn't care if I fucked you right in front of them? Splayed you out on the dining room table like a fucking four course meal and fucked you until you couldn't even remember your own name?" Jack growled his voice rough and throaty.
Axton groaned out loudly at Jack's touch.
"No! I just need it god damn it Jack!" Axton begged impatiently.
Jack laughed hotly at the commando's pleas.
"Well maybe we should just wait for your little band of bandits gets home? Lube where is it kiddo?" Jack snarled in Axton's ear.
Axton shivered under Jack's words.
"N-No I can't wait that long! T-Top drawer!" Axton huffed.
Jack fumbled through the bedside table and returned to Axton's pitiful form.
"Oh you can't wait that long? So impatient kitten really, you are so damned cock hungry!" Jack taunted meanly.
Axton just moaned in response.
The insults were good, too good. He shouldn't be stirred by them like he is, but he can't stop it...can't help it.
The cruel words rolling off Jack's smooth tongue were like a drug, and he was a hopeless addict.
Jack slicked his fingers in the clear, cold lube and stared down at Axton thoughtfully.
He gently pressed his index finger into Axton's tight ring, getting satisfied hisses and curses from the commando.
He added another finger, and another, until he had three up to the knuckle buried in Axton's body, gently curling them within him, moving his fingers in a beckoning motion.
Axton lurched forward crying out loudly as Jack's fingers brushed against his prostate.
Jack leaned over him grinning wryly.
"Mmm there it is. Feel good kiddo?" Jack swooned lowly, kissing Axton's shoulder.
Axton gasped and bucked against Jack's fingers as his partner moved them in swift circular motions.
"Son of a fuck!" Axton bellowed.
Jack chuckled deviously.
"I'll take that as a yes." He snarled picking up the pace of his strokes.
Axton squirmed and bucked, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him, building in his gut and burning out of control.
He could feel himself becoming harder, orgasm so fucking close.
"J-JACK FUCK I'M GUNNA COME!" Axton yelled out frantically.
Jack pulled his fingers from Axton's body slowly, the rhythmic stroking to Axton's prostate halting.
Axton cursed angrily as the sensation left him.
He was so fucking close.
The thought of reaching down and stroking himself off came to mind, but he set that aside.
Jack wanted to tease him, and he was going to let him.
He loved it and hated it all in the same breath.
Axton whined out frustratedly as his orgasm ebbed.
"Oh you didn't think it would be that easy did you kiddo?" Jack teased patting Axton's rump.
Jack went about kissing down Axton's shoulders and back, allowing Axton's orgasm to fully wane before continuing.
Suddenly Jack leaned down onto his knees, grabbing Axton's cheeks and spreading them once more. He nosed along Axton's inner thigh, dragging his tongue along the flesh painfully slowly.
He tilted his chin up and gently sucked Axton's balls, his lips wet and inviting.
Axton melted into the sheets, sighing and mewling as Jack sucked.
Jack hummed against the skin just behind his lovers sack and lapped at it gingerly.
"F-F-Fuuckk..." Axton half moaned half whispered his eyelids falling closed wontonly.
He rocked against Jack's lips as he moved to Axton's rump, tonguing around his ring, coming away with the wet taste of the lube on his anatomy.
Jack slowly stood again, finally slicking his own cock, and pressing his fat, swollen head against Axton's puckered flesh.
He gave a small thrust and his head entered Axton's body with a slick, wet, sound.
Axton grimaced at the pinch of Jack's girth sliding in, flinching and twitching at the pleasure intermixed with pain.
"God damned you're big..." Axton breathed his voice muffled by the sheets.
Jack laughed lowly, his mouth slightly agape at the feeling of Axton's tight body encasing him.
"H-Holy shit..." Jack moaned as he paused, hilted in the commando's ass.
His finger's squeezed into the hard muscle of Axton's ass his body shuddering at the tightness.
Axton bucked back against Jack's hips, prodding him for motion.
"F-Fuck move!" Axton groaned impatiently.
Jack was so enthralled by the wondrous feeling of being inside the other male he ignored the commando's snarky orders.
Jack slowly rolled his hips forward, finding a rhythm as his fingernails dug into Axton's hips, pulling the bigger man to him with every hump.
Quickly his thrusts became frantic and ragged, sinking his shaft into Axton with haste and need.
Jack's hair fell over his dead eye in the commotion, breathy, heavy moans slipping through his parted lips.
His hips snapped against Axton's hard and quick, driving into him without mercy, without reserve.
"AH-Ah! Fuck!" Axton moaned loudly his voice echoing off the walls.
"YEAH! You like that you fucking vault hunter scum!?" Jack insulted raggedly his humps sloppy and uncoordinated.
They should have heard the front door to the castle.
Normally you can hear that awful, squeaking thing a mile away.
They should have...but they didn't.
There were more important things focused on, the fucking, the moaning, the scratching each others skin.
Meanwhile downstairs:
Maya shoved the large skeleton key into the lock and turned it, shoving the heavy door open with great effort.
She let it yawn open and looked back at her awaiting comrades.
They were all in a particularly good mood, laughing and pushing and joking.
The mission had gone well, all their pockets were considerably full and they always got a bit of excitement to just be home.
Looking forward to beds not made out of sticks and hot showers always put them in good moods.
Krieg rushed in and was immediately in the kitchen rummaging for something to eat, muttering crazed phrases that sounded something along the lines of "hungry" under his breath.
They hadn't eaten in at least a day, and food seemed to be on everybody's minds.
The jovial group quickly went about making random meals.
It was only seconds before a fight broke out between the mechromancer and the gunzerker over who got to use the microwave first.
Maya broke it up calmly and gracefully as per usual.
It was like a pack of wild animals, fighting and barking over scraps and chips and lunchmeat.
Heathens, the lot of them.
Maya took a seat on the barstool next to Zero and stuffed her sandwich into her mouth.
The rest of them quieted down once meals has all been made, then the room mostly just consisted of the sounds of chewing.
Gaige sat across the bar from Maya wolfing down a hot pocket.
"So wheres the great ape?" Gaige asked Maya through a mouthful of ham and cheese.
Maya winced.
Dear god didn't the little twerp ever chew with her mouth closed?
Maya shrugged.
"I'm sure he's around here somewhere." Maya said over her sandwich.
Suddenly there was a great bang and a muffled yell from upstairs.
Maya's eyes flicked to the stairs leading to Axton's room.
Gaige shot her a confused glance.
There was another series of banging noises and more muffled yells.
"What the fuck is he doing up there? Gymnastics?" Gaige muttered raising an eyebrow.
Maya slid her palm down the side of her face.
"I'll go check on him." She growled irritably getting out of her seat and sprinting up the stairs.
The closer Maya got to the door the louder the noises got, muffled masculine moans and curses, insults and the continuous tone of creaking bed springs.
Maya groaned.
"Oh for fuck's sake." She muttered.
Jack's nails scraped down Axton's back, fucking the other male as hard as he physically could.
Axton was mewling and moaning like a damned whore his voice rich and frantic.
"G-GOD FUCK JACK I-I'M GUNNA-" Axton bellowed, he couldn't even pant out the sentence before he was coming.
He came hard, long ropes of ejaculation streaming down the side of the mattress and onto the floor.
His dick throbbed with the much needed release, finally unloading his pent up need.
Jack gave a final thrust and Axton could feel him pulsating within him, pumping him full of his own load.
"S-Son of a taint..." Jack stuttered wilting over Axton's form breathing hard and heavy.
He slowly pulled himself out of Axton his finish running down the commando's sack and dribbling onto the hardwood floor.
He leaned on the bed for support, panting, his eyes nearly closed.
Axton collapsed onto the bed frame weakly breathing just as hard.
Suddenly there was a small knock on the door.
Both men nearly jumped out of their skin.
"Hey, lovebirds, wanna keep it down? We are home you know and now Gaige is pretty sure you were pole vaulting or something up here." Maya hissed through the door.
"Fuck." Axton breathed.
"Why the fuck are ya'll back so early?" Axton barked from the bed.
Maya rolled her eyes.
"Just keep that shit to a minimum. I mean god damned are you trying to kill each other up here?" Maya barked.
"Ok, Ok." Axton groaned.
Jack flopped back onto the bed chuckling.
Axton cracked a sheepish smile.
"Oops." Jack muttered looking at Axton.
Axton just shrugged.
"God damned that was good." Axton sighed lacing his fingers across his chest.
"So once you catch your breath, you ready to meet the rest of the idiots?" Axton questioned smiling genuinely at his counterpart.
Jack seemed nervous at the mention of having to meet the rest of the vault hunters.
In his defense they had been constantly hunting him down previously...and succeeded.
Jack grimaced.
"I-I dunno if that's a good idea kiddo..." Jack muttered hesitantly.
Axton sat up suddenly.
"Oh c'mon you know you gotta eventually! I've already got a great story and all." Axton said leaning over to kiss Jack's cheek.
"Yeah what's that?" Jack snarled.
"You're my boyfriend, from over on Elpis, you're hometown got beat to shit by moon bandits and you needed a place to crash for a while. I obviously being the fantastic boyfriend I am, invited you to stay with me. Also your face got pretty beat up in the attack so you're shy and gotta wear that mask." Axton said grinning.
Jack gave him an unamused look.
"That story sucks. One, boyfriend? Really? What are we in high-school? I'm forty kiddo, boyfriend sounds a little dumb. Two, my face IS beat up. Thanks for reminding me." Jack snarled.
Axton pouted at him.
"I like the way boyfriend sounds and oh don't get pouty on me. You know I love your scar." Axton said rolling his eyes and running his thumb over Jack's scarred flesh.
Jack just frowned at him.
"What about talking? I can't exactly sound like Handsome Jack around these bone suckers." Jack growled.
Axton shrugged.
"I have a voice modulator for the mask, you'll sound a little robotic, but nothing like Handsome Jack." Axton countered.
"I hate you kiddo." Jack snarled at the younger male.
Axton just winked at him.
"I'll take that as a 'you are totally on board with this plan'." Axton cooed teasingly.