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Everything on the Ground is a fight. Waking up in the morning, even though the only daylight is hazy & dim. Feeling safe, when the very earth you walk on could become a beast. Breathing freely, when the air can poison your lungs. Everything is a fight.
And Enjin is a fighter.
Every day he wakes up to stare down another battle in a war that might never end, but the gleam in his eye as he takes up Umbreaker to tear down another beast gives away how much that freak of a man loves to fight. From his lopsided smirk to his unending energy, it’s clear that his job is a perfect fit.
Gris, on the other hand, seems a little more out of place among the Cleaners. Of course, he’s insanely strong, well built, and incredibly capable in a fight, but many of his teammates seem curious as to how he ended up in such an aggressive world. He’s something of father figure to Rudo & many of the other youngins, and a grounding presence to most of the adults.
The two of them complement each other well in a fight, Enjin swirling like a violent hurricane, with Gris as the peaceful eye. Back at Headquarters, however, is a different story. Left with too much downtime, the pair become closer to thunder & lightning. Enjin’s electric, striking wit acting as a harbinger that Gris’s low, rumbling rage is on the horizon.
“Enjin, I’m just saying that you shouldn’t run around like a child while you’re on the job,” Gris states calmly, following behind as his teammate zips past Semiu’s desk into the hall. They’re getting back from their most recent job almost an hour later than anticipated, and it was clear that the drive back had been bumpy for reasons beyond Enjin’s driving. Headquarters is near silent, with the majority of the cleaners already asleep for the night.
“I did exactly what I was supposed to do, the job is done, the beasts are dealt with. You’re being overdramatic. You’re allowed to have fun, you know!” Enjin waves a hand over his shoulder, brushing off the older man. “You don’t have to keep playing mommy when the kids aren’t around.”
“We have to do our job first. There are people to protect, we’re not there to play around. At your big age, you could stand to grow up a bit.” To anyone who knows him, it’s clear that beneath his flat tone & neutral face, Gris is genuinely upset about Enjin’s reckless behaviour. After watching Enjin bounce around the field while it was Gris stuck protecting the walls around the town, punching down beasts he couldn’t fully kill, fighting with a desperation Enjin couldn’t begin to understand. He’s starting to get fed up.
“Oh cool your jets, Scarface, you’re too old to be getting all riled up. Your big ol’ heart’s gonna give out if you’re not careful.”
“You need to think about the other people on the team, the supporters, the civilians-”
“Don’t be petty Gris, it’s not a good look for a grown man to be jealous.” Enjin shoves his hands in his pockets, smirking over his shoulder. “You’re whining like you had a hard time—”
Gris’s hand catches Enjin by surprise, turning him around and shoving him against the wall. His fist bunches up Enjin’s loose t-shirt, a strong forearm pressing across his collarbones. His breath is hot against Enjin’s face, his eyes storming.
“You’re being a brat,” Gris hisses. “You need to watch what you say about your support staff. You may think you’re hot shit with your giver powers, but you’re going soft depending on that umbrella.”
Enjin’s eyes narrow. Up until his back hit the wall, he had thought the older man was only going to bark, but here he was with his teeth bared to bite. But he isn’t going to back down if Gris was looking for a fight. Enjin is a giver, he’s strong, and he isn’t going to let the supporter push him around. He digs in his heels and pushes against the wall, fully expecting Gris’s arm to give, letting him pass. But Gris digs in. Enjin may be strong, but Gris is stronger. Enjin gasps, the air being pushed from his lungs as his escape attempt is completely blocked.
“Good try, pretty boy, but it’s like I said,” Gris smiles. “You’re not as strong as you think you are. Someone needs to remind you where you stand, you little brat.” Enjin’s pupils completely blow out at the show of strength. He’s really, truly, trapped here. Gris is practically a wall, and the look in his eyes has Enjin feeling like their height difference is more than a few centimeters. Enjin braces his hands to push Gris directly, pushing a foot against the wall. Gris is ready, however, and catches both of his wrists together in one big hand. He swiftly lifts Enjin’s arms above his head, pressing against him harder. Gris brings his face in close, eyes still locked to Enjin’s.
“You’re going to really piss me off if you keep pushing back.”
“I’m pissed off. Let me go, I was just having fun but you’re being a real dick.”
“I don’t think you really want that. A brat like you needs to be put in his place,” Gris’s breath brushes again Enjin’s lips as he leans impossibly closer. His knee pushes between the younger’s legs, pressing Enjin’s whole body against the wall. “Isn’t that what you want? For someone to make you behave?”
Enjin breathes in sharply as Gris’s large thigh fits neatly against him, the energy in the air shifting. He tilts his chin up to meet Gris’s eyes, the usually crisp, bright blue almost completely eclipsed by blown-out pupils. Enjin feels a strange sense of pride bubbling up in him, knowing that he’s the only one who can wind up the older man like this. A grin sneaks its way onto his face, and he presses forward into Gris’s space.
“Go ahead. Make me.”
Suddenly, lips are on lips. The two men collide like stars, in a true supernova. Gris bites at Enjin’s lips, the arm that was bracing against his collarbones drifting down to grab at his waist. Enjin tastes blood as sharp teeth nip him over & over, Gris’s warm tongue passing over the wounds he creates. Enjin feels his head lightly crack against the wall as he tips his head back. Gris pulls away from his lips to nip at Enjin’s exposed neck. Bruises bloom across his pale skin, gasps bubbling out of his throat.
But Enjin is a fighter.
When he notices Gris’s grip loosening, he turns the tables. The foot Enjin had planted against the wall presses hard, his arms wrenching free. He spins behind the older man, pressing firmly against Gris’s weight to shove him to the wall. He wrenches Gris’s arm behind his back, using the leverage to pin the larger man. Enjin presses his full body against Gris, grinding against his ass & nibbling on his earlobe.
“I thought you were going to make me behave, Gris.” Enjin’s breath brushes against his ear. “Right now, it doesn’t seem like you can’t make me do anything.” He bites harshly at Gris’s neck, leaving a few marks of his own. Enjin’s free hand yanks the zipper of Gris’s Supporter jacket down, pushing the collar aside. Enjin bites the junction of Gris’s shoulder & neck as hard as he can, small beads of blood forming where the skins breaks. Enjin can’t see it, but Gris grins against the wall. He lets the feral brat get another good bite in before he bothers to fight back.
Gris shoots his leg out, pushing Enjin’s knees apart abruptly, making the Giver lose balance. Enjin’s grip loosens, and Gris takes advantage. He twists his arm free, grabbing Enjin’s waist to pull him in close again. He kisses Enjin hard, licking into his mouth. Enjin’s brain starts to fog over as his blood moves south, Gris’s fingers pressing bruises into his hips. Gris turns them again, spinning Enjin to face the wall, one large hand pulling at his hips, the other grabbing a fistful of blonde hair to push his face into the wall. Enjin whimpers as the rough brick scratches his cheek, Gris’s breath brushing his ear.
“You were talking a pretty big game just a moment ago. Is this all it takes to shut you up?” Gris’s low voice rumbles in Enjin’s ear as he smoothly unclips Enjin’s waist bag and lets it drop to the floor. The hand in his hair slides to his collar and yanks hard, pulling his jacket down his shoulder. Once the coat hits the floor, Gris pulls Enjin back into him, slipping one arm up Enjin’s loose shirt. His rough palm trails over Enjin’s toned abs & chest, before grabbing his jaw. His other hand moves from Enjin’s hip to grab his his dick over his pants, gripping just a bit too hard. Enjin hisses at the pressure, rocking his hips into Gris’s unforgiving grip.
“You’re so quiet, I’ve never seen you keep your mouth shut this long,” Gris bites Enjin’s neck again, slowly massaging his cock. “Let’s put those pretty lips to good use, yeah?” Gris pulls his arm out of Enjin’s shirt, bringing his hand up to his lips. He takes the fabric of his glove in his teeth and peels it off, discarding it on the floor with Enjin’s things. He roughly grabs Enjin’s jaw, prying it open before shoving two fingers into his throat. Enjin chokes a bit, but his throat quickly relaxes as he adjusts to the intrusion, breathing in deeply through his nose. He begins to work his tongue around Gris’s thick fingers, sucking enthusiastically.
“Oh good boy, see? I knew you could behave,” Gris coos in a condescending tone. Those words seem to re-ignite Enjin’s fire, and he bites down on the digits in his mouth. Gris pulls his hand back sharply, and delivers a swift slap to Enjin’s ass. His thick pants muffle the blow pretty significantly, but Enjin still cries out. Gris had hit him fucking hard. The Supporter’s strength is well noted among the Cleaners, and he was definitely putting it to use.
“God you’re feisty,” Gris chuckles, “I’m glad it was just my fingers in there.” Gris grabs another handful of Enjin’s hair, pulling the shorter man’s head back. He traces his thumb along Enjin’s plush, bitten lower lip.
“You gonna behave this time, baby?” Gris licks Enjin’s ear. Enjin nods slowly, still feeling the burning handprint Gris left on his ass. Gris nudges his fingers back past Enjin’s lips, and the younger man starts to suck gently.
“There you go, just like that,” Gris murmurs, this time without the edge in his voice. His free hand drifts from Enjin’s dick to pull at his waist, bringing Enjin’s ass back to meet Gris’s own cock. He sighs deeply at finally getting some friction himself, reaching back around to palm at Enjin again as their hips rocks together. He nudges at Enjin’s waistband, slipping his hand inside, and finally making contact with the smooth, velvety skin of Enjin’s hard cock. Gris rubs a thumb over the head, feeling a drip of precum forming.
“God, you’re getting wet for me already? You like being tossed around and beat up? Being put in your place?”
Enjin whines at the contact, Gris pulling his fingers out of the younger’s mouth.
“Maybe I do,” He breathes, “Maybe I like seeing you lose your cool.”
Gris chuckles.
“Of course you do, you little brat,” Gris yanks Enjin’s pants down, watching the loose fabric pool around his ankles. He pushes Enjin’s face down again, bending him over. “All I do is try to take care of you, but maybe I should’ve been harsher. You’re so pliant like this.” Enjin cushions his face with his hands, gasping a bit as he feels a wet finger slipping around his rim.
“I don’t need to be taken care of,” Enjin snipes, arching back. “I’m not one of your charges.”
Gris takes his cue & bullies two of his thick fingers into Enjin’s tight hole. Enjin moans out loudly at the harsh intrusion, with Gris quickly sliding his free hand up to cover the younger’s mouth.
“Not so loud, baby, you don’t want someone to find you like this. Can you still pretend you’re the strongest if you get caught with your pants around your ankles, coming apart on my fingers?” Gris whispers. He curls his fingers gently, feeling Enjin’s walls fluttering. When the shorter man whines into his palm, Gris knows he’s found his mark. Enjin’s pretty cock twitches, a drop of pre leaking out & rolling down his shaft. Gris nudges a third finger into him, kissing gently over the bruises on Enjin’s neck.
Soon, Enjin starts pushing his hips back onto Gris’s fingers, his cock dripping as he whines into Gris’s palm. Gris gently pulls his fingers out, wiping the spit onto his pants. He turns Enjin around, finally getting a good look at the Giver’s pretty face. Tears shine on Enjin’s lashes, his eyes hazy and dark as he wraps his arms around Gris’s neck. He hitches his leg up around Gris’s waist & kisses him sloppily, all tongue and spit. He slides a hand down to undo the button on Gris’s pants, yanking at the zipper. He pulls Gris’s neglected cock out, the tip red and angry. Enjin ruts up against the taller man, sliding their cocks against each other, huffing against Gris’s lips.
Gris’s strong hand finds a grip on the underside on Enjin’s muscled thigh, hitching his leg even higher on Gris’s hip. Before Enjin can even register the grip, Gris swiftly lifts him off the floor, guiding Enjin’s legs around his waist, pressing him against the wall. Enjin gasps & scrabbles for purchase, his nails digging into Gris’s back, leaving harsh red lines where his jacket has slid down. Gris’s grip is firm, and it’s clear Enjin isn’t going anywhere, but he’s a big man. He’s not exactly used to being lifted like he weighs nothing. But here he is, firmly pressed to a wall, locking his ankles around Gris’s waist as the larger man carefully lines his dick up with Enjin’s slick hole.
“You done fighting back?” Gris croons into his ear. Enjin scowls, opening his mouth to snap back, but all that leaves his lips is a broken whine as Gris basically drops him onto his thick cock. Gris chuckles, only giving Enjin a moment to adjust to the stretch, before setting a punishing pace. Gris’s hands are clutching Enjin’s thighs hard enough to bruise, the fat head of his dick hitting deep inside on every thrust. Enjin sees stars as his prostate is relentlessly bullied, his dick sliding against Gris’s smooth jacket, making a dark spot where he’s leaking against him.
“Fuck, Gris,” Enjin gasps out. He scratches more marks into the man’s wide back, digging in his nails with intent. “It’s so much, you’re so big I can’t—”
“You can and you will, you owe me that much after the shit you pulled today,” Gris cuts him off. He bites down on Enjin’s neck, kissing his way back up to the blonde’s face. Without slowing, Gris takes a moment to take in how pretty the younger man looks. He looks absolutely destroyed, dark bruises and sharp bite marks blooming all over his neck & collarbones, his lips bleeding, tears glittering on his lash line. Enjin sobs a bit, and a slow chill creeps up Gris’s spine. A single tear starts rolling down towards Enjin’s chin, and Gris laps it up, the salt on his tongue snapping the little self-control he has left.
Gris readjusts his grip and starts rutting into Enjin like a dog, his thrusts short & brutal. He feels heat coiling in his gut, a desperate desire to breed the younger man.
“Fuck, En, I’m—” Gris groans lowly, his voice breaking a bit as he thrusts up hard. He cuts himself off to bite down on Enjin’s shoulder one last time, and he swears the entire world stops for a moment. His orgasm overwhelms him, his vision fading a bit as he pumps his cum deep into the younger man. After a few final thrusts, he stops, pressing his face into Enjin’s chest.
“Alright baby, let me put you down & I’ll finish you off,” Gris murmurs against the younger man.
“It’s um… it’s all good man.” Enjin sounds oddly hesitant, out of character. Gris eases the pretty blonde down, a wet sound echoing in the hallway as he pulls out. Enjin blushes, feeling a hot drip of cum rolling down his thigh.
“Shit, was I too rough with you? I normally don’t… Oh?” Gris looks down at his own jacket, suddenly aware of the dampness seeping through. And there it is, evidence that Enjin was very okay with how rough he had been. Gris swipes his finger through the cum staining his jacket, cocking an eyebrow at the shorter man.
“Shut up.” Enjin grabs his pants from the floor, yanking them back on. He scoops his coat up off the floor & begins stomping towards his room. Gris can’t see his face, but his red tinted ears tell the story all on their own. Gris chuckles, grabbing the rest of their things off the floor and following behind.
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Enjin is happy to eternally pout in his bed, but… the weight sinking into the mattress behind him makes it clear that he doesn’t get that option. A strong arm wraps around his waist. Gris presses a gentle kiss behind his ear.
“C’mon beauty, let me clean you up before you go to sleep,” he whispers, nipping at Enjin’s earlobe. Enjin reaches around behind his back to slap at the larger man.
“Fuck off, just because I busted a nut on your coat doesn’t make me your bride,” he snips, “I think we’ve established I’m not fragile.”
“Of course, baby,” Gris responds fondly. He gets out of the bed, plucking Enjin from under the sheets & tossing him over his shoulder. The Giver lets out an indignant squawk, banging his fists on Gris’s wide back. Gris chuckles, carrying him to the bathroom. He set Enjin down on the toilet before turning on the shower & stripping down. He turns back to Enjin, peeling off his pants. Gris gently presses a kiss to the inside of Enjin’s knee, admiring the bruises along the younger man’s thighs. He slips Enjin’s shirt off, and gently guides him into the shower, placing him under the warm water. Gris begins to gently scrub Enjin, massaging the soap into sore muscles.
“I don’t think I’ve ever destressed from a shitty job so quickly,” Gris sneaks a kiss onto Enjin’s cheek. “You really are strong, you know. Took everything I gave you so, so well.”
“I know I’m strong, I told you that in the first place. I can’t say I was expecting that out of you, though. Usually you’re such a softie. I would’ve pushed your buttons harder if I knew.”
Once both of the men are cleansed of the sweat, cum, & general mission grime that was caking their bodies, Gris pulls Enjin out of the shower by his hips. He turns off the water, wraps the shorter man in a towel, and ushers them back out into Enjin’s room. Gris sits Enjin down and starts to dry the younger man’s hair, gently ruffling his blonde locks.
The two men finally lay down, the bed a bit too small, forcing them close together. Their limbs tangle together, and Gris lightly kisses Enjin. He runs his fingers down the younger man’s neck, tracing the bite marks hiding among the swirling ink. A gentle silence fills the room. The buzz of something new is settling under their skin.
Everything on the Ground is a fight. But in this moment, in a dark room in the Cleaner’s HQ, with fingers gently tracing his skin & dawn on the horizon, for the first time in god knows how long, Enjin thinks he might’ve found something he would fight to protect.
And Enjin is a fighter.