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”We can’t use any more sedation in his condition, it poses health risks especially in this case which lacks any previous data or literature.”
“Look, I’m fine with that. But you’re done with that science mumbo jumbo bullshit. Just keep your fucking knives to yourselves—”
Jake opened his eyes, his pupils painfully constricting to adjust to the light above him, and he slowly registered the state of his body.
He was strapped to a padded table and IV lines and wires were attached all over him. High pitched beeps made his ears twitch, and the beeping of what was probably an EKG started getting faster as his heart rate sped up, telling everyone in the room that he was waking up.
A blue blur appeared next to his head, but the movement in his vision caused Jake to feel dizzy and nauseous.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” said a familiar voice next to his ear, but all Jake could focus on was the bile rising up his throat.
There was shouting that made his ears ring and suddenly his straps were being removed and his upper body was turned, allowing the bile to drop down onto the floor instead of choking him had he been lying down.
He heaved, causing a turrent of vomit to fall down onto the floor, but he kept on retching, his stomach painfully clenching as it forced all of its content out of his body. There were hands on his back, rubbing back and forth as he made one last gag. He breathed heavily when the urge to vomit passed, pressing his cheek against the cool table.
He was pushed back down, and the sudden movement woke him up enough to start flailing but he was too sluggish to make any punches that could count.
“Woah, woah there, hotshot, let’s calm down before you hurt yourself, alright?”
He didn’t listen, could barely even keep his mind awake, and he continued flailing until his hand painfully smacked against a pole. He hissed and in his confused state he hit the pole back in retaliation to the small stinging pain on his hand. The pole flew away, causing whatever IV bags to fall along with it and rip out his IV lines.
He heard the man above him curse under his breath, and if his throat didn’t feel as dry as the Sahara desert then Jake would’ve been cursing up a storm, too.
Suddenly he was being constricted in a tight hug, his arms trapped against his sides and his face pressed against a shoulder that had a familiar scent. He inhaled a large breath, taking in the calming scent and feeling the anxiety in his limbs melt away.
“There ya go, sweetheart, take it in, but don’t bite me here or I might get excited.” The casual filth of the whispered statement directly in his ear put a shock into his consciousness, and the sheer annoyance running through his system was enough to wake him up a bit.
He bit down, hard.
“You Kinky mother-fucking bitch,” Quaritch snarled when he felt the pain of his shoulder being torn apart. Instead of pulling Jake’s head away, which probably would have resulted in a chunk of his shoulder being ripped off, he grabbed Jake’s tail and pulled. Jake yelped in pain, his mouth instinctively opening and hissing.
Quaritch pushed Jake down by the shoulders, the back of his head hitting the padded table, and it felt like his brain was sloshed against the back of his skull. Jake dazedly blinked as a shadow appeared over him. It was Quaritch, his eyes hard and his hand stretched out on Jake’s chest, preventing him from moving. “You better stop acting up or I will fuck you in front of all these people, you understand?”
Jake glared, chest heaving against the hand pushing down on it. Then, the tears started. Why the fuck were there tears in his eyes. Why was there a visceral tearing in his chest, causing his throat to burn and cotton to fill his brain.
Ah. Heartbreak. Fuck, that.
The rage poured in and flooded his grief, and Jake huffed through his nose, angry at how his own nose was getting stuffy for this man. This motherfucking man. The rage grasped his throat, preventing him from being able to vocalize any form of communication other than a teeth grinding snarl.
Quaritch noticed the tears and smirked, but he did let off on the pressure on Jake’s chest, giving the man some much needed space. It wasn’t like Jake was going to move, anyway, with how disoriented he was and how scared he felt about others noticing his weakness should he move a single muscle, and Quaritch sensed that.
“Colonel Quaritch?” The voice of a woman took Quaritch’s attention off of him for a moment. When Jake turned his eyes towards her, he was surprised to see that she was driving an avatar.
“As part of the examination for pregnant Na’vi, we have to check the cervix–”
What.
“–unfortunately, even when anesthetized, the bulbocavernosus muscles are flexed due to–”
Jake lurched upward, but then there was a sharp impact on the back of his head, causing him to fall into Quaritch’s waiting arms.
—
When Jake regained consciousness again, he was no longer on the table, but he was wrapped up in something like a reinforced straitjacket with his arms tightly bound across his torso. His legs were also wrapped together with reinforced fabric, making him feel like he was in a psychotic mermaid costume. His vision was still blurry and his eyes were dry, but he could at least tell that he was on a bench attached to the wall and that he had his back against something warm. And breathing.
Then he realized that there were arms around his upper body and that he was lying in between long, camo clad legs.
“Well good morning to you, sunshine,” said a voice directly next to his ear.
Before he could think to struggle, the arm around his waist tightened and a hand was on his throat, holding him back against the man behind him. A face appeared in his peripheral vision.
“Don’t struggle, boy, we got important things to talk about.” A chill went down his spine when he heard the whisper of the motherfucker who tricked him, who made him think that it was possible for the other man to change. Was any of what Quaritch felt true? Quaritch put his cheek against Jake’s and tutted when he felt the wetness of tears.
“Aw, poor baby. You’re sad that I betrayed you, hm?” Lips pressed against the base of his twitching ear. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”
Jake snarled, trying to yank his head away but the other man just followed, keeping his lips on Jake’s face until his neck was uncomfortably bent and he couldn’t move his face away any farther.
“You piece of shit,” Jake growled,
Quaritch smirked against his face. “Yep, that’s me.” He placed a mocking peck on Jake’s cheek, causing him to hiss. “Now, on to business.” He kept his cheek on Jake’s face but had to look away to find something in the room. He let go of Jake’s waist but kept a restricting hand on his throat. A tablet was brought towards Jake’s face.
It had numbers, charts, and words that Jake did not have the knowledge nor care to interpret.
“See here,” Quaritch said, leaning the tablet on Jake’s restrained knees. Quaritch tapped on the tablet and increased the size of a chart. “That’s part of your bloodwork. You know what that number means?”
Jake stubbornly stayed silent, but his eyes scanned the numbers in front of him. It had the name of what was probably a hormone in his blood, but the word held no significance to him.
“That, according to the lab coats, is the HCG equivalent in Na’vi. You know what that means?” Quaritch chuckled at Jake’s growl. “Nah, course you don’t. I didn’t know either ‘til little miss Dr. Leese told me. Let me tell you, Jakey mine, what this means.”
Quaritch paused, then loudly sniffed into Jake’s neck like he was smelling the freshest breath of air in his life. He exhaled hot air against Jake’s shoulder, causing the restrained man to wince as the hair on the back of his neck rose. “That’s the shit right there. Your fear is my drug, you know that?”
Jake snarled, but his heart was beating a mile a minute and the hair on his neck was standing like trees. His tail, which was restrained against his thigh, twitched and the hair on the end became flared.
Quaritch chuckled. “You already know a bit of what I’m gonna say, huh? Leese spoiled all the fun. Well, that number means that your body is getting ready for a baby. Do you hear me? You’re pregnant.”
Jake did not in fact hear him because his ears started ringing at the spike of anxiety that the statement brought him. Baby. Pregnant. Quaritch’s baby.
Jake suddenly leant his head back and stared straight into Quaritch’s eyes, surprising the amused man. “Well, hello–ARGH–”
Quaritch, who was so focused on the tablet that he didn’t realize that his hand had loosened on Jake’s neck, yelled in pain when Jake sunk his teeth into his neck.
“You kinky bitch!” Quaritch yelled. It’s not kinky, asshole, it’s retribution, Jake thought as the taste of iron coated his tongue. He was forced to open his mouth when his groin was cruelly squeezed, causing him to cry out in pain.
“I was gonna tell the coats to skip that part of the examination, but you know what? Fuck that.” And then Jake was pushed forward, Quaritch’s large hand spanning his back. Quaritch pinched a nerve at the base of his queue, and Jake was knocked out again.
—
When he woke up, again, his head was cushioned against something warm and his nose was pressed against something hard. Each inhalation of the scent against his nose brought a low, simmering heat in his belly, but there was something wrong.
His eyes widened and his breath stuttered when he felt something going on down there. Something cold and uncomfortable was inside of him, and his arms would have tried ripping it out if they weren’t strapped to the table again.
“Rise and shine, hot stuff.” His ears twitched at the greeting made by the bane of his fucking existence. Jake glared up at Quaritch, whose lap was apparently acting as a pillow for his head. He would have opened his mouth to bite the dick next to his face if it weren’t for the bar gag restricting his mouth. Quaritch smirked, “You wanted to bite, so here you go. Kinky, ain’t it?”
Jake tried to yank his head away, but the base of his queue was being tightly held in Quaritch’s iron grip. Drool dripped down his gag as he snarled, feral as his heart beat against his chest at the imposed probing of his lower parts. He couldn’t move his legs, which were strapped to a fucking spreader bar to keep his thighs separated. His asscheeks were barely on the edge of the table and his pelvis was right in the face of the examiner.
Frustrated tears started forming in his eyes again, the anxiety in his body skyrocketing as he lay helpless against the metallic instruments invading him. Quaritch must’ve noticed his distress because the arousal against his face twitched, but he lessened the painful grip on his queue and instead opted for a firm pressure on the back of his head to keep his nose against his cock.
“How’s it looking, Leese,” Quaritch said from above him.
The avatar woman from before glared at the other man, but she leaned up from her position between Jake’s spread legs.
“We are done with the evaluation. I need to remove my instruments, but keep him calm or else he may injure himself.” You don’t need to tell me twice, Jake thought. He wanted those things out of him ASAP.
He kept his thighs still as the instruments shrunk in on themselves and were eventually slid out, making him sigh through his nose in relief at having those cold, invading instruments out of his private parts.
And then Leese went on a long spiel about whatever she found in him, and Jake didn’t understand much other than this: he was pregnant. In each sentence she said, she ended it with “evidence of pregnancy.” “Evident of early pregnancy.” “Evidence which leads to pregnancy.” “Seen in pregnant Na’vi.” In other words: You’re fucking pregnant, Jake Sully. You used your vagina, dumbass, what did you think would happen?
Leese paused for a moment, thoughtfully looking between Quaritch and Jake. “This is the first time that we have seen a pregnancy in a predominantly testosterone driven Na’vi, so we will have to monitor closely especially in the first week–”
“Alright, alright, you got what you needed. Just write that shit down in the report. Fuck, you’re talking my ear off,” Quaritch said, picking his ear with his pinky. Disgusting, Jake thought, and apparently Leese felt the same because she scoffed and walked towards the door.
Before Leese left, she paused at the door. “Due to the nature of his situation, he has not been cleared for serious interrogation methods.”
Quaritch waved his hand in dismissal, “Fine. Tell Ardmore that.” A grin slid onto his face. “I prefer a more personal method, anyway.”