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IT HAS HAPPENED, KIDDOS!!! WE GOT A NEW JACK X NISHA STORY!!!

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16 Psyche

for @sanzosin once again, keeping the ship alive one day after another!!!

crossposted to ao3

Pairing | Handsome Jack x Nisha Kadam

Word Count | 3,647

Warnings | they get steamy

When Nisha Kadam had enlisted in Jack's ragtag team of so-called heroes, she'd really been looking for a challenge. The money was trivial, the renown useless, and the Vault entirely uninteresting. Zarpedon had been a disappointment; she'd challenged them right after the destruction of the laser, idiotic bitch, when Nisha's rage was running higher than the sun at noon.

Because how dare that clown slut Moxxi try to blow her up?

The Vault was better; Nisha had savored each stinging cut from the Sentinel's otherworldly glaive, laughing with damn near glee as her body broke like waves against the arena walls. And when it came from the floor, seemingly undefeated, Nisha (et al.) trounced it again.

The riflewoman was knee-deep in rubble by the time Jack arrived, sorting through the explosion of strange crystals and leftover arms from when Zarpedon's squadron first arrived. She only made slow, languid steps toward her employer once everyone else had already crowded around- perhaps more notably once she had her arms around a few new rifles- her boots clicking on the lustrous, splintered ground.

And Nisha, hands full of shiny new loot and not her trusty Jakobs, only made it halfway to Jack's seated, maniacal figure before it happened.

A flash of red hair heralded the bitch in second place on Nisha's kill list, but her fist colliding with the Vault's treasure- and Jack's handsome face- quickly pushed Lilith to number one. Nisha tossed her loot aside and drew her pistols with frightening speed, but the Siren phased off without so much as a scratch. How was it that she got past all those damn guardians so silently? Nisha barely had time to snarl before Jack was screaming, and holy hell was it like nothing she'd ever heard before. She watched with a mixture of boiling rage and rising arousal as he writhed on the ground, the barest hint of a manic grin creeping across her lips. In the distance, Athena turned away.

"FUCK!" Jack howled, just barely able to stagger to his feet. He fumbled blindly for the rocky throne, one hand pressed to the red-hot burn that Nisha could practically taste. "I'm gonna kill her! I'm... I'm gonna kill them all!"

If Nisha was just a little more feral, she might've stuck her hand down her pants right then and there.

"First, you're gonna find me a doctor," He snarled. Not as hot, but probably more necessary. "Then we're gonna wipe those bandit bastards off the face of Pandora."

Bingo.

Jack was still ranting and raving even as Nisha hauled him to his feet, ducking under the wild swings he was making to prove his sincerity. He was heavy like this, incoherent and psychotic and so unbelievably sexy. Wilhelm came to double her efforts, and they shared a brief, puzzled look as he spouted some shit about a warrior. Yep, definitely delirious now, Nisha decided. She could smell Jack's scorched flesh as they made slow, measured progress back to the fast-travel station they'd planted upon entering the final depths of the Vault. By the time Nisha jammed in the codes to Helios, he'd lost most of his steam, slumping against her shoulder wiltingly.

"Does it hurt?" She hissed into his ear. Of course it did. Jack moaned in response, and her vision went white.

God, she wished her ECHO had been recording. It was harder to get off on those noises when they were from memory.

Nisha was certain she wouldn't have to wait, though. Jack was the kind of man who needed his wounds licked, and he was not patient. But as the days started to bleed into weeks without so much as a word from the great big H in the sky, an unfamiliar feeling began to creep into Nisha's gut. She watched the atmosphere from a new perspective each night, aiming down the sights of her sniper as if it were powerful enough to zero on to the giant glass windows of Helios. Nisha would have to tell him that one later- something along the lines of needing a scope to see Jack's dick. Served him right for ignoring her.

It was early when she awoke face up on the roof with dust in her mouth and an ache in her spine. Her ECHO communicator was chirping in the room below, and Nisha was quick to swing back through the window and snatch it up. It was Jack, and an insidious amount of anticipation curled in her gut. Except he wasn't calling.

"The fuck?" Nisha said aloud, looking at the device like it had personally offended her. It simply blinked back, displaying a dollar amount she previously thought unreal. That made it all the more official; her contract with Jack had concluded, and he'd just paid her without a word. Bastard.

Nisha wasn't often one for making the first move, preferring her men desperate, but Jack seemed hellbent on ignoring her now that the deed was done. Even if she didn't burn for him, her raging curiosity drew Nisha to the teleporter, her fingers itching to touch the nasty scar she knew must've formed. She just hoped he hadn't lasered it away before she'd gotten the good sense to come up.

Helios wasn't quite fully operational yet; it had only been a few weeks since they'd reclaimed it from Zarpedon, after all, and Hyperion hadn't quite shipped out enough engineers and code monkeys to fill the sprawling, shining halls. In fact, Nisha remembered hearing from some tinny news broadcast that Tassiter himself would be coming to assess the situation, as it was, before deciding on whether it was worth it to continue the Helios project. Dumbass, Nisha thought. He didn't have an inkling of who Jack had become.

No one tried to stop her as she marched through the shining halls; no one was there to do so. She imagined both man and robot alike were stuck working on Helios' scaffolding, preparing the space station for Tassiter's ill-timed arrival. Nisha's mission was unimpeded, and she slipped into the elevator that would take her to Jack's office without a hitch. Just in case, though, one shiny Jakobs waited in hand, the sterile light reflecting gaudily off the burnished metal. When the doors opened again, Nisha had to blink as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of Jack's office, lit only by thin rails along the floor and the glow of Elpis beyond. If it weren't for the rhythmic, pacing footfalls, she might've thought he wasn't there at all. Cautiously, the lawbringer stepped inside, the elevator doors hissing shut behind her- taking the last of the sterile white light with it.

Jack's figure was silhouetted against the stars as he paced back and forth in front of the window, muttering hoarsely to himself. He didn't notice Nisha at first, but when she slipped from the shadows, emerging into the light of Elpis, he nearly jumped out of his skin. She couldn't get a good look at his face, but he seemed... normal. Nisha was almost disappointed.

"Fuck!" Jack spat, his expression souring at her sudden intrusion. "What the hell are you doing here?"

That tone... Nisha clicked her tongue disapprovingly, and to her immense pleasure, Jack looked immediately chastised. This had to be a record for her; it had only taken a few fumbling quickies in the back of Moxxie's bar before she'd tamed him well. Despite his arrogance and inherently adolescent disposition... Jack had some real potential.

"Movin' onto bigger things, cowboy?" Nisha hummed, holstering her gun as she stepped forward. Her spurs clicked with each predatory step as she circled Jack, scrutinizing his apparently perfect face. "Don't have time to skip a drink with little old me?"

Jack faltered.

"C'mon Nish," He began slowly, sounding rather unconvincing. "Don't be like that- I've had my hands full rebuilding Helios and expanding my freakin' robot army. I paid you, right? You're not mad because I-"

Nisha stopped dead in front of Jack, causing his speech to sputter out. Her fingers were on his face before he could stop her, tracing the line of his jaw with rampant curiosity.

"Like it?" He supplied. "Designed it myself. Sorta."

What Nisha had thought was his face, healed and sculpted, was actually a mask, a soft, plastic-y feeling thing that made her lips purse in curiosity. It moved as Jack did, imitating muscle and flesh as he blinked and grinned. Though it was surprisingly lifelike, the effect was somewhat ruined by the three steel clasps that pinned it to his real face. She thumbed over the one at his chin, but Jack's fingers had her wrist in a vice-like grip before she could flick it open.

"Don't," He blurted quickly, prying her curious hand away before composing himself. "It's, uh, it's still healing. Stings like a bitch to get it on and off, y'know?"

Nisha raised her brows, intending him to wilt under her gaze. Instead, Jack seemed to perk up, a slow grin lighting his countenance. It must've hurt to smile.

"Like I said- designed this baby myself," He continued, waving his hands enthusiastically. "Moves like the real thing, and it's suuuuuper comfortable. Tassiter's gonna be so fucking weirded out when he sees me. And then-" Jack paused, looking savagely at Nisha. "I'm gonna kill him, Nish. Hyperion is gonna be mine."

A little thrill ran down her spine, one that was becoming so familiar. She hadn't been able to do anything about it when he shot the Meriff and airlocked those nerds, surrounded by idiots as they were, but Jack's office was blissfully and entirely empty. They were alone, for once, and Nisha didn't have to stow away this little moment to save for later.

"...yeah?" She hummed, her palm sliding up Jack's infuriatingly yellow sweater. "Is that what you were so busy with, handsome? Not rebuilding Helios- you've got engineers for that. You were luring Tassiter in, weren't you?"

Jack swallowed thickly under her palm, but his shit-eating grin never wavered.

"'Course," He rasped, looking down at Nisha with a gaze that could burn. "He's coming in three days. I'm gonna put my fingers around his greasy little neck and-"

Nisha's lips were on his before he could finish, bruising and insistent. Her fingers twined around his collar, pulling Jack close as his mouth parted readily for her. A little whine escaped him, and suddenly, Nisha found herself nearly toppled by Jack's weight as his knees buckled. She pulled away as he grasped for the edge of his desk, his fingers scrabbling at the polished surface before he inevitably slumped to the floor. Nisha grinned, her tongue sharp with a joke when she realized Jack had gone wickedly pale. She was on her knees beside him before she could think, reaching for his face.

"Jack?" She hissed, tilting his chin up sharply. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut with a sudden lurch forward. "What the hell?"

"R-Room's... fuckin' spinning..." Jack managed to spit out. Before she could stop him, he dropped his face into the crook of her neck, pressing greedily into the exposed skin. Nisha tried to shove him off, but he moaned in pain. "Don't. I'll barf."

And she believed him. Jack was panting like some beast of burden, cold sweat dotted along the back of his neck as Nisha gingerly circled her arms around him. She'd never known how to comfort- never been taught- but somehow, it was the most natural thing in the world when her fingers landed in Jack's hair, combing through his dark locks. He shuddered when her nails ran over his scalp, whining half in pleasure and pain.

"Does this happen often?" Nisha asked after a moment, finding her voice had gone soft and low. "That why you got the lights off, handsome?"

Jack didn't answer for a long time, his breathing ragged and heavy against her skin. Nisha felt like she was drowning under his weight.

"It w-was..." He rasped, licking his lips. "...worse, at first. Couldn't keep anything down. And it wouldn't stop... f-fucking burning, god! Fucking mark ate right through all the goddamn skin grafts and r-reconstructions, and... and-"

"Hey," Nisha interjected sharply. "Easy, Jack. Easy. Let it pass."

Eventually, his trembling stopped and his breathing steadied. Jack didn't resist this time when Nisha peeled him off of her, refusing to hold her gaze as she hauled him to his feet. Together, they stumbled over to one of Jack's plush velvet couches, where Nisha deposited him unceremoniously onto the cushions. For once, he didn't complain at her rough treatment, only tugging his knees up when Nisha tumbled down beside him.

"Don't be like that," She chided, shaking her head. "When I first saw you, you were on your hands and knees- one punch by a Dahl soldier was all it took. I'm not surprised this knocked you down a few pegs too."

Jack scowled, but even her little jab didn't provoke him to speak, his eyes thunderous as he looked away from her. Nisha sighed, cupping his jaw as she scooted closer. He leaned into her touch, pressing his cheek into her palm, but yelped when she manhandled him back to meet her gaze.

"That fuckin' hurts!" He snapped.

"Well, that damn mask isn't helping!" Nisha hissed back. She was trying to be gentle, but Jack was thinning her patience. "For fuck's sake, just take it off, Jack. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

What she had meant to be comforting- to a certain extent- only fed the flames, now. Jack's annoyed expression turned to seething rage, and one by one, he tore at the clasps lining his face until they were undone. The mask was sent flying across the room- rigid, without his facial structure to mold it. Nisha was momentarily enraptured.

"Well?" Jack spat. "Well?"

The scar was... enormous. Lilith's brand stretched from Jack's jaw to his forehead and back down again- only narrowly missing his right eye. His left, however, was completely destroyed; a pale, milky sphere blinked back at her where she should've seen green. She could've sworn he'd just had that eye- perhaps the mask was more impressive than she'd thought.

One-eyed or not, he was still staring at her, fiery and ashamed. Nisha could've laughed- so this is why he hadn't called for her? Jack seemed to have a hard time tracking her fingers as she reached out, brushing her thumb over the edge of his scar. No depth perception, she imagined. Not without the mask.

"Not so bad," Nisha said after a long moment. "It's turning blue."

Jack looked baffled as she leaned in to kiss him again, just as bruising as before. She relished in the pained whine that escaped his lips but eased up nonetheless. The last thing she wanted was to bring on another bout of vertigo, lest he puke on her leathers.

"Blue?" Jack breathed when they broke apart, his hands hovering tentatively over her hips. He opened his legs for her and she slotted in instantly, straddling his waist as his head fell back against the cushioned arm of the couch.

"Yup," Nisha replied, grinning triumphantly as she settled her hips against his. "Blue. Really clashes with this sweater."

Jack looked dumbfounded for a moment, watching as Nisha drew the hem up to his stomach. When she bent down to kiss along his exposed waist, he jolted to life, leaning up with a groan and yanking the sweater over his head.

"Watch the face," He whined, watching with a mix of arousal and unease as Nisha drew close again. She merely rolled her eyes, tucking against his neck as she scraped her teeth over his throat. Jack turned, instinctively trying to bury his moan into the back of the couch- only to have the noise turn into a yelp as he pressed against his scar once again.

"Watch the face, huh?" Nisha teased, drawing back just enough to savor his pain. Jack's eyes were wet with the sudden sensation, prickles of moisture that he tried desperately to blink back under her gaze.

"Shut up," He grumbled, his fingers squeezing her hips wantonly. Nisha bristled, a surge of arousal stinging her spine.

"Don't tell me what to do," She purred, tracing his throat with one broken, violet nail. "It's kind of pathetic."

Jack's spluttered response made her grin. Nisha calmed him with a hand on his cheek, her thumb brushing just under the jagged edge of his scar as he took in a shaky breath.

"I can't wait until this thing's healed," She hummed, pressing down just hard enough to make Jack hiss. "How do you think it'll taste? D'you think it'll burn my tongue?"

He shivered beneath her fingertips, pressing his lips together to stifle another startled moan. That wouldn't do.

In one swift movement, Nisha hooked Jack's waist with her leg, twisting sharply. They fell to the ground in a heap, and finally, Nisha had enough room to reach back and kick off her shoes. Before he could complain, she guided Jack's hands to her waist, watching in faint amusement as he fumbled with her button.

"You a virgin or somethin'?" Nisha teased. Jack growled, his good eye trying desperately to focus.

"Fuck you," He spat. Nisha peeled off her vest and shirt in response, basking in his rapt attention.

"That's the idea."

They'd done this countless times before, stealing little moments of passion when time was short and Elpis needed saving. Now that they were alone, with all the time in the world, Nisha felt strangely generous. She had his pants off quickly, but she took her time tracing the lines of his chest and the scars that broke them apart. Most of them were new; she'd always teased Jack for his easygoing lifestyle, but these recent weeks had upended his world. She traced a graze on his shoulder, almost reverant in the way her lips followed.

The Meriff had given him this scar, shit aim and all. Jack had never turned his back on anyone again.

"So... are we gonna fuck or not?" Jack complained, impatient as ever between her thighs. He'd gotten too used to the instant gratification that came with a lack of time- too many quickies in Moxxi's back room, Nisha supposed. The memory of that greasy little bar made her grimace.

"I dunno," Nisha hummed, brushing her finger down to his navel as she pulled back to look at him. "Maybe I just want to enjoy the view, pretty boy."

As expected, Jack focused on the compliment, flushing with pleasure as she rolled her hips experimentally. He was always beautiful beneath her, but the expression of bliss he wore at her praise was unmatched. Perhaps she'd need to be nicer more often.

"Don't look so surprised," Nisha continued. "Did you really think that little scar could cancel out so much handsome?"

"No," Jack whined. "But-"

"As far as I'm concerned," She interrupted sharply, taking in his startled, pleased expression. "As long as that dick works, nothing's wrong."

Jack was always easy to please, but this was something else entirely. His good eye widened, a cold fire burning within as he bucked up sharply against her in an attempt to flip the roles. Nisha was a cowgirl, though, and a rowdy mount was nothing outside her expertise. She dug her heels into him as she might've a skag, a fierce look in her liquid gold eyes.

"You'd best behave now," Nisha scolded, her gaze shifting to the whip tangled around her belt on the floor beside them. "I've been lenient today, you know. If it wasn't for the fact you might hurl all over me, I probably would've put my fingers in that scar already for how much of a bastard you've been. Did you really think you could just pay me off and be done with it? Finish what you started, Jack. Be a man."

"Fuck," He grunted, breathless. "Usually girls like it when it takes a bit longer to fi-"

Nisha's fingers were a vice around his throat before he could finish. Jack choked, spluttering on his own words as she slammed his head back against the ground. He looked dazed when his good eye managed to open again, but Nisha wasn't worried. It had little to do with the blow.

In, out. In, out. Jack's stuttering breaths matched her pace as she bounced against his hips, unraveling any complaints he might've had. He did a fair job, she had to admit, until his hips fell out of rhythm and his throat bobbled against her palm. She loosened her grip slightly, and he gasped.

"M'so close," Jack heaved, his face twisting in pleasure- and then in pain from the contortions he was pulling his scar into. Nisha felt such a rush at the sight that she didn't even stop him, her own pleasure whiting her vision like snow as they toppled over each other. She rolled her hips once, twice- Jack's muffled whine of complaint stopped the third, and they fell still.

Nisha moved first, crawling off of Jack's spent body and hauling herself up to the couch. She was dressed by the time he managed to sit up, smirking down at his languid figure. He winced.

"You're not going back to Pandora," Jack said hoarsely, with what Nisha assumed was an attempt at authority. It made her grin as she bent down, her hands on her knees as she leveled her gaze to his.

"Contract's up, handsome," Nisha leered. "Sorry, but you don't exactly have any weight to swing around me anymore."

Jack licked his lips. A flash of something dangerous ignited in his eye, the one bluer than any sky Nisha had seen on Pandora.

"Well, Nisha Kadam," He began, and this time, his sharp, candied grin wasn't colored with pain. "I have a proposition for you..."

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