The Bowl of Itchez-Hatl

Disclaimer: I do not own or have rights to Uncharted or Tomb Raider.

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The Bowl of Itchez-Haktl Ch. 2

Lara

The alarm clock on the hotel night stand started its bloody incessant beeping, alerting Nate and I that it was time for us to get up and roll on our new adventure.

I reached over and shut off the annoying blaring, but had to pull against the dead weight of Nate's arm over my belly. I couldn't help but settle back into the pillow and smile for a moment.

I luxuriated in the embrace of both the mattress and Mr. Drake, not knowing when I would get the mattress again, or this feeling of security.

Since my life changing ordeal on that cursed island, I had invested considerable amounts of time and my substantial funds from my father to hone my martial abilities in hand-to-hand combat, with firearms and my bow. Making sure I would never feel defenseless was the only thing I allowed myself to touch my fortune for. Everything else was paid for by my dancing job.

While I had become steel on the island, I was also humbled, and learned that survival didn't care about your reservations; survival would make you stoop as low as it took. So I took to stripping. I could further hone my body, learn how to become a force of diplomacy and seduction with my body and a facade, and also make considerable money.

I knew I was an attractive girl, and I also knew that being able to turn that into a weapon, as a skill to get what I wanted, was an advantage I could take full advantage of, and being an exotic dancer was a masterclass in building that skill.

Of course Nate and Victor didn't need to know all that. I internally giggled at them thinking I was stripping just for cash. I had a lot of things I was fine keeping as secrets from the boys. Being able to remain somewhat aloof and mysterious while being trustworthy was another skill in itself.

Why did I spend my evening with Nate the way I did though? Because on Yamati, I had experienced pain and suffering, dealt pain and death, could have killed anyone with lesser willpower than I, and I had done things that have kept me up at night or had me waking screaming and drenched in sweat. After experiencing such an ordeal, and the time and pain that both mental and physical healing took, I had learned that I enjoyed pleasure more, and that I enjoyed giving and receiving pleasure more than I liked giving and receiving punishment. Pleasure and bliss were things I wanted to give and experience whenever I wanted them, on my terms.

Nate was a handsome man, a man who had scars and worries, and no doubt experienced some things in the neighborhood that I had, and I believed he could use some pleasure and warmth, too, and I was well equipped to help him.

I enjoy intimacy and feeling good, and knowing Nate was a reciprocator made it all the better, because I do enjoy feeling pleasure and my toes curling.

So there I was, a bit over a year removed from Yamati, sharing a hotel bed with a man whose bludgeoning morning wood was pressing against my ass, making me smile. I wonder what he dreamed about, how long it had been since he was with a woman he wasn't worried about being robbed or stabbed by.

"Nate, it's time to get up," I told him as I rolled over under his arm, kissing his neck, a weakness I had expected but been confirmed in last night.

"Mmmmm," he groaned, his chest rumbling under my palm. "6:30 already? Damn."

"I know," I giggled as I kissed his neck one more time and gingerly lifted his arm off me so I could sit up.

"Oh damn, right. You're mostly naked!" Nate said, rolling over to give me privacy. He earned a giggle for that.

"Nate, dear, you can look at me. It's all the same body you saw yesterday. I'm not shy." This man was too sweet and adorable.

"You shouldn't be shy. You're a very beautiful woman. I'm just getting used to, well, you. Not that you're a bad person or hard person to get used to. I'm just...."

I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and pulling him into a firm kiss. "Nate sweetie, you're rambling. It's okay. Just have fun when you can and relax."

I stood up fully and stretched, and I enjoyed the feeling of his eyes on my back and my ass. I swear I could feel his eyes raking up and down me. I continued to stretch more than I needed to, giving him a show all because I loved the way it made him squirm.

"Up and at 'em, Nate, I said as I bent over to dig through my bag, knowing my dangling tits must be quite the sight for the poor man who had been hard before he even woke up. I would have happily taken care of that for him had I thought we had the time.

Nate broke his eyes off me and cleared his throat as we got dressed together. I dressed myself in one of my usual tank tops and a pair of cargo shorts while Nate donned a pair of jeans and long sleeved white knit shirt. We both looked the part of daring adventurers.

We left our room with all of our luggage, our time being uncanny as Victor left his room right next to ours, looking like a fresh retiree on vacation.

"Morning you two," Victor chuckled, patting Nate's shoulder as he refused eye contact.

"Good morning Victor," I said with a smile, confidently making eye contact with the older man. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very," he said with a nod. "I'm glad you two kept it down last night," he said with a wink towards Nate.

"Fuck you," the younger man grumbled as he started to walk ahead of us, and I just giggled. I wasn't going to tell Victor that Nate and I didn't fuck, but I certainly wasn't going to tell him I sucked Nate's cock until he came in my mouth. The details weren't important, but Victor thinking we went all the way mixed with Nate's squirming was all too delicious.

Since Nate and Victor were the room holders, I let them take care of the check-out process while I loaded my gear into their rented Jeep. I had made myself at home in the backseat and they weren't too far behind.

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After a quick ride to the London Airport, Victor reached into the front pocket of his Hawaiian shirt and handed me a plane ticket.

"I'm assuming you've had this for a while? Bold of you to assume I would come along on your trip so quickly."

"I'm a betting man," he shrugged.

"Bet well placed," I gave him as we exited the car.

After a quiet wait for our plane to board, we had settled into our seats but I couldn't help but to notice how fidgety Nate was.

"Nervous flier?" I asked, arcing a brow at him.

"Little bit. I've been on two too many planes that haven't had smooth landings." So my suspicions had been right--Nate was a cursed traveler like I was, except my poison was boats.

"It'll be fine, Nate," I told him, taking his hand. "I'm a very lucky flier. Just stick with me and you'll be fine when we're in the air."

Nate turned to me with a warm smile and said, "Thanks. I'm not sure I believe that, but I appreciate the sentiment."

I just laughed. "Are you just a nervous flier, or should I look for a brown paper bag for you to breathe in?" That got a laugh from Victor.

"I'll be fine. I just gotta man up," he said, squeezing my hand. "I've flown plenty of times and been fine, but being in three plane crashes will mess with a man," he chuckled, not letting go of me.

Just before take-off, a stewardess approached us. "Excuse me, sir," she said, addressing Victor. One of our first class passengers had to cancel his flight, so we have one open seat. We held a raffle and your ticket was chosen. We'd like to upgrade you to first class free of charge."

Victor took on the most scum eating grin I could have imagined. "You two kids have fun," he said as he stood up and took his carry-on from the luggage compartment and left us with a dry chuckle as his goodbye.

"Well on the bright side, I have an extra elbow rest," Nate said with a smile. "And I still have company, thanks to you being here."

"You could definitely do worse for on-flight seat mates," I said with a giggle and kissed his cheek. I hummed as I felt his scratchy stubble on my lips. I leaned into his ear and told him, "And if you start to get nervous during the flight, just think about last night."

I heard him growl, and it made my thighs unexpectedly twitch. "You're a feisty one," he chuckled and cleared his throat. "It's kind of hard for me not to think about last night, anyway," he admitted.

I moved my hand to his thigh, centimeters from his groin. "It wouldn't take much to make you hard right now, would it?" I asked, resting my head on his shoulder like any girlfriend would.

"Lara, we're on a plane," he reminded me as if I had forgotten. "There are people around."

"It's a long flight, Nathan, and one that will go overnight," it was my turn to remind him. "And you still owe me reciprocation, if I'm not mistaken," I teased with a smile, dragging my fingernails over his bulge contained by his jeans.

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The first few hours of the flight could not have been more standard. We didn't even hit any turbulence for the first four hours. Once things got bumpy, I distracted Nate by rubbing him through his pants and having him tell me about some of his adventures. I knew I could handle myself, but I enjoyed hearing his stories and the flourishes with which he told them.

As night approached and the dimmed yellow aisle lights turned on, the flight crew brought us blankets and pillows for us to settle in for the night.

We reclined our seats, and with a blanket over me, I kicked out of my sneakers and then undid my belt.

"Lara, what are you doing?" Nate asked, giving me a side eye but not fully looking.

"Getting more comfortable," I told him as I shimmied out of my cargo shorts and then put them in his lap, a cheeky grin on my face.

"Jesus Christ," he sighed, rolling his eyes as he tucked the shorts under his leg to hide them, and I just giggled. "I'm keeping mine on," he said.

"That's a bummer," I pouted, and internally shimmied happily, loving the way he instantly looked at my lips. I was very in this man's head.

Nate surprised me when he snuck his hand under my blanket and touched my bare thigh. "Also makes it a little easier for me to pay you back," he said, running his rough and cracked hand higher, making me sigh. I was a sucker for a pair of hardened, weathered hands--the sign of a man.

He had just reached the bottom of my panty line when a man in a steward's uniform approached. "Nathanial Drake?"

"Uh.... hi. Something I can help you with?" he asked, removing his hand from my leg.

"There's an issue of security, I'm afraid," he said, and tapped his shirt just above his belt line. He made it pretty clear he had made it on the plane with a weapon.

"Let me guess; you're not a flight steward, are you?" Nate said, knowing damn well.

"I'm going to have to ask you and your associate to come with us. We already have Victor Sullivan," he said.

"I get the feeling Shegoza sent you?" Nate asked, slowly peeling back his airline blanket. I, however, was still in just my tank and panties. I had not expected trouble so soon.

The poser tilted his head and smiled. "He doesn't know where the Bowl is, but he's been keeping a close eye on you and Sullivan."

"Well if you have Sully, I should go bail him out. Excuse me, Miss," Nate said and touched his eyebrow in a lazy salute. "It was nice meeting you, but I gotta go."

The man reached down and pulled my blanket off, making me gasp. "Her too... oh..." he said looking down. "Well hello, Lady Croft," he smirked.

"May I please make myself decent again before you death march us across the plane?" I asked, crossing my arms proudly but not hiding my legs or black panties. Stripping had taught me body positivity and how to not flinch when others saw me, in any stage. It felt like another day at work, except without tips.

"I think I like you the way you are. You look better than decent to me," he played, about to reach down again to touch me, but Nate grabbed his wrist and bent it forward, making the thug wince.

"We'll go, but nobody touches her," Nate growled. I kept my face like stone, but I felt my chest heat up at his protectiveness.

As we stood up and followed the gunman, I noticed the majority of the cabin was asleep anyway, or were enthralled by on-flight movies, books, or phones to pay us much mind. Only a few people got to see the show of a steward, a man, and a woman in her panties casually going through the plane.

Coming into the crew section of the plane, Nate and I easily noticed that the majority of the crew had already been indisposed--tied and gagged. They were captured, but safe, I hoped.

We were led further, through second and first class and brought to the final staging area before the cockpit, where a man in black slacks and a crisp white shirt waited.

"Nathan Drake and Lara Croft! So wonderful of you to join us..." the clear leader started but trailed off when he took in the state of my dress. He turned to his man. "Did you...."

He shook his head, his eyes wide. "I didn't tell her to do it. I just told her not to put her pants back on."

"I was getting ready to sleep when your man nabbed us. I can't stand sleeping in canvas," I explained. "Are you going to tell us the meaning of this?" I asked, crossing my arms.

The man just laughed. "You're a fiery one, Lady Croft. Apprehending you on the plane where you can't put up a fight seemed like the easiest path."

"Apprehending us to do what with?" Victor asked, his voice as gruff and loud as ever.

"Have you idiots tell me where the Bowl of Itchez-Haktl is before we have to make this ugly," Shegoza said, flicking his head towards one of the stewards that grabbed Victor's arms and pinned them behind his back.

"You think we know where the Bowl is? You think we have the full location, coming from London?" Nate chuckled.

"You can start off by telling me where in Peru you're going. The more times I have to ask, the more you're going to wish you were just forthright with me," he said, and with no more warning, struck Nate across the face.

I reeled back from the drastic escalation, but was impressed with how well Nate took the hit. He just chuckled.

"We've been dancing back and forth like this for a long time, Shegoza. You know you can't make me bend to pain compliance." Nate was definitely the hardass I was hoping for.

"No, I know I can't. And I can't just outrightly kill Victor. He somehow continues to make himself useful to you, and he's tougher than you are."

"They didn't call me Stone Jaw Sully for nothing," the old man boasted.

"Which leaves me your new partner, Lady Croft. What might her weakness be, hmm?" Shegoza's dark eyes turned to me and narrowed. "Such a pretty young thing," he said, reaching out and cupping my jaw.

I saw Nate try to step forward, but was held by two more stewards. "Don't fucking touch her!" he growled.

"Tell me where you think the Bowl is..." he said, running his thumb over my lips, "or I will have every man with me fuck her in front of first class, like I had Chloe Foster used in that village out of Belize," he threatened.

"You absolute piece of shit!" Nate barked, trying to break from his captors, but they kicked his knees in from behind.

"Or... maybe you don't know where the Bowl is and you just have hunches?" Shegoza scratched his lightly bearded chin. "I can't be sure which. But I also can't just let you go. What kind of message would that be?"

Nate rolled his eyes. "If you want to teach us a lesson or something, just beat the shit out of me like the old days," he offered.

"Nate, you said we're a team. It's not fair if it's only you!" I argued back against him. "I'm a big girl. It shouldn't just be you."

"Lady Croft is right, Nate. She is a big girl," Shegoza said in a mocking tone. Flexing his muscles as a boss, he had two of his goons set on me, one holding my arms like Victor, and the second one grabbed my tank top and ripped it clean down the middle, the torn pieces kept me covered like a vest, but barely.

"I said don't fucking touch her!" Nate tried pulling against his holders again.

"I think you will touch her. If you don't, our little flight crew will have the honors," Shegoza said, his voice dripping with hate for Nathan Drake. He knew the chinks to Nate's armor, and it seemed to be the women he associated with. This punishment was aimed at Nate and I was an unfortunate prop to be used against him.

"So you want me to fuck Lara Croft in front of first class for what? Because you can? To humiliate us? How does this help you?" Nate asked.

"You're a real piece of work Shegoza, you know that?" Victor added in.

"You're going to go fuck Lady Croft, a proper Countess, while we watch you do it, simply as a reminder to you that I am better than you and because I have that power. Anywhere you go in Peru, I'll see it, and I can put my boot on your necks at any time," the kingpin said.

"Nathan, let's just get it over with. I'd rather swallow our pride than get used by I don't know how many men. Frankly, I'm just glad to have the choice. It's a small price for nobody getting shot," I said, steeling my nerves.

"Martin, Thomas, go out there with them. Make sure it runs smoothly," Shegoza said with a wink to the two men that were securing me.

One of the two held the curtain open and ushered us out. I took Nate's hand and led him out of the curtain, the two security men still in steward's uniforms behind us.

As I had mentioned previously, I enjoy pleasure, and I enjoy it on my terms. The sexual tension was again situationally induced, but I was prepared to deal with it, people watching us or not.

Just past the curtain, I pulled Nate into a steamy kiss which he reciprocated back, and it made me smile. I was definitely okay with fucking Nathan Drake. I wish it wasn't in front of all these people, but again, it was better than getting run train on in front of these people while Nathan looked on helplessly.

Nate seemed to grasp that as he kissed me back, matching my hot and slow tongue strokes with his own, his hands going into my long brunette hair. With my shirt torn open as it had been, I had to expect that at least one of my breasts was visible from the side as Nate and I made out.

"Um, excuse me, but what is going on?" one of the passengers asked, probably having been awoken during Nate and Shegoza's arguing.

"Oh nothing, just some in-flight entertainment," one of our guards, it seemed, answered.

"Well this is highly inappropriate! She's practically naked!" the woman's raised, shrill voice pointed out, no doubt loud enough to wake most of the passengers.

"Maybe, but those two right there are the president of the airline and our majority stockholder. They can practically land this plane with a word," the other steward lied. I was impressed, and glad they didn't use our names, at least.

"Don't mind us, pretend we're not even here!" I giggled and flashed the passengers a cheeky grin while Nate nibbled on my neck and licked my collar bone. We were stuck in this charade, and now we had assigned roles to play, which made it easier for me, at least. I was used to playing someone else.

I went back to kissing Nate, my fingers spearing through his lush hair as he cupped my tits in both of his hands.

One of the passengers, a man in about his early 30s I guessed, put in earbuds and laughed. "I'd do whatever I wanted if I owned an airline too."

I laughed breathily against Nate's lips as I felt his hand drop down to my hip. If there was an audience to do this in front of, first class was a good one. Most of them were used to getting away with things the economy passengers could only see on pornographic movies. For millionaires, this little event was Tuesday. There weren't a lot of first classers anyway. I'd taken my clothes off in front of far more people. Admittedly, I'd never been fucked in front of other people before.