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Enjin’s been sporting a migraine for the past couple of days and slowly it’s causes more and more problems
Until the one person who can do something about it finally does.
Only issue is
No one knew that person was Gris until now. and his kids are damn nosey!
If you ask Enjin. It’s an even bigger headache. He’s never been more mad.
~~~
God he hates paperwork. With a burning passion. Any chance he got he would pass it off.
Honestly, why do they even have to do this shit? It’s not like they have a government they have to give it to?
He knows that it’s for the boss because of how often he’s out, and record keeping for Semiu. All the team leaders have to do it.
At this current moment however, he’s sick of it. His head is sick of it too if the dull throbbing behind his eyes says anything.
Enjin isn’t new to headaches and migraines by a long shot. With everything around him being slightly poisonous it kinda comes with the lifestyle. He’d like to say he handles it well enough.
Gris and Semiu don’t agree with him. Somehow they always know.
“Eeeeenjjjjinnnn!” A light voice pulls him from his distracting thoughts.
He turns his head slowly to his right to find both Riyo and Rudo standing there. Riyo is leaning forward and has a hand outstretched like she was about to poke him to get his attention.
“Yes?” He answers.
“We’ve said your name like five times” Rudo deadpans, crossing his arms.
Have they? Is he that far gone with this paperwork?
He doesn’t answer to that, just shrugs and gestures to the papers in front of him on the table.
“A little busy at the moment what’s up” he says instead praying to any god that’s listening that they will either leave him alone or give him a reason to leave the paperwork until later.
Seems his second prayer was answered this time.
“We want to go train some duo moves, come see?” Riyo asks. It’s not much of a question as it is a warning.
Riyo and Zanka training, fine, easy and not worrying to any degree. Rudo and Zanka training, also fine. The common variable being Zanka.
He thanks god everyday for the kid’s decently leveled head. He has his moments but is mostly responsible.
The last time Riyo and Rudo trained without the third kid, poor Rudo had to stay seated in a bed with Eishia for a whole day.
Riyo gave him a concussion and a sprained ankle.
“Yeah sure why not” he smiles and stands up slowly from his seat. If he moves too fast he knows he will make himself dizzy.
“Yay! Gris said he’d stop by later” Riyo cheers and spins on her heel to walk out.
He follows dutifully behind, leaving those cursed papers behind.
He’ll get them done later
Maybe.
He follows them out to the front of headquarters, where he b-lines for one of the wooden chairs off to the side.
The sun is too bright for his eyes and it doesn’t help the headache whatsoever. A little voice in the back of his head tells him the kids will be fine without him.
No they won’t. He knows better than that.
He does his best to pay attention as Riyo and Rudo start to do some funky looking moves. None of which will be really useful fighting, but the smiles on their faces now make it worth it in the moment.
At some point, he doesn’t know when, Rudo ends up balancing precariously on the blade of Riyo’s Jinki. He doesn’t like the look of how wobbly he is on the blade.
“Yeah no on that one, rudo you’re gonna slip and cut your head off!” He yells out and immediately flinches back when the loud volume of his own voice sends knives into his eyes.
“Nah I got it!” Rudo yells back. Enjin does not believe him for a second.
These kids are gonna give him a heart attack.
He gets up and makes his way over, just a little too fast. That dizziness he’s been avoiding makes his head spin for just a second.
“Oh shit!” Riyo yelps and Enjin looks up just in time to see Rudo start to tip forward.
So much for just watching.
Rudo’s foot slips behind him, pitching him forward and down. The blade of Riyo’s Jinki would slice him square in the chest.
It would have, if he didn’t shoot both hands forward to catch him. Rudo’s weight pushes his arms down into the blade instead.
The blade sinks into his arms the tiniest bit before Riyo is deactivating it, and the blade shrinks. The action makes the scissors slice back, tearing the skin on his arms more.
He doesn’t react, just sets Rudo down and folds his arms behind his back.
“Hear me out, yall don’t listen” he sighs
At least they look sorry.
They’re just kids. He can’t be too harsh on them. It was a simple mistake.
“Are you ok?” Riyo asks, trying to peek behind his back.
He angles away from her and smiles.
“Fine, fine, just a scrape but I’m feelin a little squeamish so I don’t wanna look at it” he lies through his teeth. He doesn’t want her to feel bad.
“You? Squeamish. I call bull shit” she says leaning more.
Rudo saves the day with almost comedic timing.
“What does squeamish mean?”
There’s a pause where Riyo looks at him and then starts laughing. Rudo crosses his arms and glares at her. He laughs too but his arms burn and the laugh falls flat.
Time to go back inside then.
“Alright you two, I think we’re done for the day and I gotta finish some shit” he says turning to walk back into HQ.
He moves his arms again so when he turns they can only see the edge of the slice. At that angle it really does only look like a cut.
They don’t bother or follow him like he half expects them too. When he looks back they are both arguing about something and Riyo has tears in her eyes from laughing.
Away from the chaos that is them Enjin starts to really feel the burn and tingling in his arms. When he looks down at them finally there’s blood dripping off his finger tips painting a red trail behind him.
Semiu will be mad at him for getting her floors dirty.
His head feels like one of the sand clocks filled to overflowing and tingling down his spine. Maybe he needs some water.
He needs to take care of his arms first.
To Eishia he goes.
He was hoping he could sneak in quietly, get wrapped up and head back out to finish paperwork and then take a nap and sleep off his headache.
However when he opened the doors to the infirmary all hopes were dashed immediately.
Of course it’s his luck that everyone and their mama is in here.
Gris, Semiu, the boss, and Tamsy are all standing to one side of the room talking to poor Eishia. The girl looks like she’d rather be anywhere else.
He hasn’t stepped fully through the doors yet. He could backup and leave.
He sighs long and loud.
Nah. Gotta save Eishia.
“Yo! Eishia think you could help me out real quick” he says loudly stepping through the doors fully.
Eishia snaps her head towards him and doesn’t hesitate for a second to leave the circle of intimidation she was trapped in.
He takes a seat on one of the free beds as she walks over. All the beds are empty at the moment.
Of course it’s not so simple.
“What’s wrong?” She asks quietly and he holds his arms out. He is covered in blood.
Maybe the cuts were deeper than he thought.
“Oh!” Eishia gasps, reaching out to take one arm.
“What the hell happened to you?” Semiu asks striding over
“Training with the kids” he answers quickly, hoping that’s all to it.
Gris eyes him as he moves to Eishia’s other side and grabs his other arm. His hands are as gentle as hers are.
But he doesn’t say anything.
Ah damn.
“Thats pretty bad” Tamsy states tilting his head in observation
No shit. He bites his tongue and nods. The movement shakes the sand in his head and he forces himself not to flinch.
He turns back to Eishia and Gris. Gris is already watching him.
Clocked.
They both clean his arms off and Eishia does her thing before she starts to wrap his arms.
He starts looking around for a quick escape.
“Don’t even think about it” Gris’ sudden words make him jump.
He opens his mouth to brush him off but the man gives him “that look” and he closes his mouth.
“So who did that?” Corvus asks as he makes his way to the doors.
“Riyo and Rudo, it was an accident” he shrugs.
Corvus shoots him a long look before looking at who he assumes is Gris who nods.
He doesn’t like this silent communication going on right now. Especially when it’s obviously about him.
His saving grace comes in the form of three goofey ass children falling into the room when Corvus opens the doors.
Somehow Zanka ended up in the mix as well now at the bottom of the toppled pile.
Wasn’t he on a job?
“You said it was just a cut Turdface!” Rudo yells, hopping up and pointing at his now neatly wrapped arms.
So they did follow him.
“Yeah maybe but look it’s fine now” he laughs lifting his arms.
“Liar” Riyo claims as she stands up
God they are loud today. It does jack shit for his head.
“Listen it was no big deal I’m not mad so neither should you be”
“But that was my fault” Rudo argues
“No that was my fault” Riyo starts to argue with him instead.
“Ok ok calm down. You said you're sorry I said it’s ok, it’s done” he doesn’t mean to snap at them but the knives in his eyes have gotten bigger and the sand clock keeps spilling. His neck hurts, his back hurts and he’s ready to take a nap.
He doesn’t feel the bed dip behind him or realize that he can’t see Gris in his peripheral anymore.
Doesn’t realize until a familiar hand settles at the nape of his neck and grips firmly but not harsh.
The relief in pressure threatens to drag him under. His limbs drop like a puppet cut from its strings. He slumps back, leaning against someone’s chest.
Gris he assumes. Only Gris knows how to do that.
“I figured” he thinks that’s semiu’s voice but it sounds watery and unclear.
Gris’ fingers start to move keeping that same pressure and he has to bite the inside of his cheek not to groan out loud. The man’s other hand sinks under his shirt and settles on his waist heavy and warm. He uncrosses his legs and brackets him with them letting him settle further against him.
“Alright shows over, out” that sounds like Corvus and the words are followed by hushed whispers and a crowd of footsteps leaving the room.
Vaguely he feels Gris’ chest rumble as he speaks.
“Yeah I have his paperwork covered” he hears Semiu say now closer to them.
Wait no, he’s supposed to do that or pass it off to Zanka. Oh but Zanka is out on a job.
Wait no. He just saw him didn’t he?
“Wait, that’s my job” he tries to sit up but the fingers on his neck pull him back with the hand on his waist.
“Nope, you and I are going to take a nap” Gris denies him.
“How long have you had that headache?” Semiu asks.
“Ohhh” someone else says further away and it sounds like Tamsy but he doesn’t want to open his eyes to find out.
Why is he still here anyway?
“Enjin?” Gris calls his name
“Huh?” What did Semiu ask again?
Oh… how long the headache has been bothering him.
Part of him wants to brush it off and say he doesn’t have one but at this point it would be a blatant lie
“couple days” he gives begrudgingly
He feels Gris sigh more than he hears it.
He knows he’s gonna get a lecture later but hopefully Gris will take mercy on him and let him sleep first.
“Do you want to sleep here or go back to the room?” Gris asks quietly.
“The room” he hears Tamsy laugh to himself
For real, why is he still here?
“I don wanna get up.” he sighs.
Gris huffs a laugh and the hand on his waist moves across his stomach and pulls him back to lay down.
“Don’t let him up for at least two hours” apparently Corvus is still in here too.
“He’s not going anywhere” Gris says and Enjin couldn’t agree more.
He’s already out by the time everyone leaves the room.
Can’t wait to deal with this tomorrow.
~
One week.
One whole ass fucking week.
One week of the hell trio being up his ass constantly with no reprieve in sight.
They won’t fucking leave him alone and Enjin is about to loose his damn mind.
It’s not even them asking him for things or to help them. No! They’re stalking him! And being obvious about it.
He knows damn well both Riyo and Zanka could get away with stalking him without his knowledge. But because they involved Rudo it’s so painfully obvious.
That in itself is not the issue.
The issue is Gris doesn’t do PDA and with those hellions around every corner he hasn’t gotten nothing.
He’s gonna go insane! He’s calling it now.
“What did the ground do to you?” Semiu asks him, halting his brooding as he stares at the ground.
“Nothing yet, but if it doesn’t swallow me whole in the next ten minutes I might blow it up” he grumbles.
“Wow, dramatic much” she laughs and all he can do is groan and roll his eyes.
“What’s got you so messed up?” She asks.
They’re outside watching the trio train. Or well, Semiu joined him but she’s the only one watching.
“I’m loosing my mind Semiu” he groans wiping his hands down his face in exasperation
He shoots him a look over her shoulder.
“They’re stalking me, and they won’t tell me why either” he’s tried asking twice now.
Fist time they just ran away and the second they said and he quotes “don’t worry bout it” those fuckers.
“You love them” Semiu laughs and he’s getting tired of being her running joke.
“Of course, but I love my privacy too”
Again she just laughs at his pain.
“You want some help?” Her voice takes on that teasing tone that means she wants something for her services.
He turns to her slowly, debating if it was worth it.
“What do you want?” He asks
“You pay next time we get drinks” oh may his wallet curse him but his heart thank him that’s a fucking deal.
“Deal”
She makes a shooing gesture with his hands and he wastes not a single second spinning on his heel and barging back into HQ.
He knows exactly where Gris is at and every step he takes makes his skin buzz in anticipation.
Gris is with the other supporters when he barges into the meeting room. They all turn to look at him but he could care less.
He grabs Gris by the back of his jacket collar and starts dragging the man back towards the doors.
He can hear Follo yelling but he pays it no mind. Gris can go back to his children later.
They have thirty minutes max before Semiu loses one of those evil children. He’s not taking a second for granted.
“Woah woah hold on” Gris laughs, almost tripping over himself trying to turn around.
He does not hold on.
They pass people as he drags Gris down the hall but he does not care at all.
His skin itches.
“Enjin!” Gris gasps when his back hits the door to their room and then back even more when Enjin turns the handle.
They get two steps into the room before it seems Gris has had enough of being pushed around. Good that what he wants.
He’s spun around and shoved back and down onto his bed. Gris fills the space above him faster than he can protest. Not that he will. An irritated Gris is fun.
But Gris doesn’t do anything, just pins him down and waits.
Irritation snaps under his skin, threatening to make him genuinely angry
“You wanna tell me what’s goin on?” Gris hums calmly, tightening his grip on Enjin’s wrists when he tries to tug them free.
Instead of answering he cranes his head and neck up to kiss the man. It shocks Gris enough to loosen his grip. He takes full advantage of that by pulling his hands free and using them to tug Gris forward.
The pressure of Gris falling into him is delicious and he groans a long drawn out sound.
Seems that that was what it took to get Gris to understand.
Gris’ hands seize his waist and pull him up further on the bed to where he wants him. They slide down his thighs and grip to pull him back and flush against him.
Then Gris leans down again and claims his lips once more. He knows he comes off as desperate when he starts to rock himself against Gris as much as this position will allow him.
Gris lets out a breathy laugh and rocks down harshly into him.
It sends stars behind his eyes and Gris has to snap a hand down to cover his mouth before he does it again. And again. And again. Gris’s other hand slides his shirt up
A rough warm hand trances the swirls and patterns of his tattoo before Gris leans into his neck to mouth kisses into his skin.
His own hands thread into blond hair and tug until Gris groans and presses into him in retaliation.
They need clothes off now.
He sits up pushing Gris back with a hand on his chest, but Gris already knows why.
Shirts fly to god knows where in The room and Enjin is reaching for Gris’s belt. His hands are on the zipper and Gris’ hand has moved to his hair ready to tug him down.
“WHAT THE FUCK”
They both freeze and snap their heads to the doorway.
He knows he kicked that door shut, so why the fuck are the three hellions starting at them with wide eyes right now?
“WHAT THE FUCK” he yells back.
“Y-you-you’re” Rudo stutters out
Oh Enjin is so done!
He reaches behind him with one hand, while his other hand is holding Gris’s pants closed. He snatches one of the pillows behind him.
Using the force he would use to throw a trash beast he lobs the pillow straight at Rudo’s head. It hits him square in the face and knocks him back into Zanka and they both tip over into the hall.
He reaches for the next pillow but Riyo puts her hands up in defense
“Woah woah I’ll go, no need for that” she says and steps backwards reaching for the door. Her smug face as she slowly pulls it close infuriates him.
He still throws the pillow at the door, slamming it shut. He reaches for another one but instead of throwing it he brings it to his face and just yells.
He’s so unbelievably pissed off.
Gris gently grabs his hands and peels them off the pillow to move it away.
The fucker is barely holding in his laugh. It just makes him more mad so he smacks Gris with the pillow instead.
Now he is laughing, and it sounds so nice and he looks so good he has to fight to stay mad.
“Don’t look at me like that, you should have locked the door” Gris chuckles
“Fuck you” he grumbles
Gris just smiles at him and tilts his head at his attitude.
He reaches for the pillow again ready to yell into it once more but Gris stops him.
“You’re pretty pissed off today huh” Gris laughs
“For a week they have been tailing me and getting in the way. A fucking week Gris!” He groans, reaching his hands into his hair and pulling.
“I guess they have, haven’t they” he says softly, pulling his hands away and leaning down to kiss his jaw.
It’s slow and soft and it makes him sigh, releasing built up tension in his shoulders.
But he doesn’t want soft and sweet.
He pushes Gris back and levels a stare at him.
“If I’m not laid within an inch of my life in the next fifteen seconds, Umbreaker and I are leveling this entire building”
~~~