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Everything had been going smoothly and then Jabber appeared.
That's a pretty accurate summary of Zanka's life and work as a cleaner these days. Now, to be fair, it's not like it was all sunshine and rainbows before this (un)fortunate meeting took place — missions could be taxing, training could be ruthless and his collegues — just take Rudo and his horrific smiles, for example — downright exhausting.
The thing is, however, is that all of this — this is natural. All of his hardships and troubles get registered as something mundane in his mind. Something normal. Just another part of a cleaner's routine.
And Jabber goes directly against it. Waltzes in, uninvited, and shatters all the normalcy that Zanka clings to. And then just offers the cleaner these tiny shards like a souvenir and goads him into another fight. Or asks him out for a dance, in his own weird way, because when it comes to the cleaner Jabber chooses to ignore the distinction between fighting and flirting, asking afterwards something along the lines of hey, did'ya miss me yet?
It's annoying. It's infuriating. Whenever Zanka sees his unsettling grin he wants to wipe it off his face with his fists but sadly if he does that Jabber will only laugh and then ask him to hit harder.
What a fuckin' freak, thinks Zanka. And then jumps to action and strikes, meeting the raider with a clash of metal. Swings with his precious Lovely Assistaff and sends him flying into the farthest wall, falling into the vortex of reflexes and sensations.
Hit, dodge, parry. Rinse and repeat, how many times it takes this time. Just rearrange the order when needed.
What an odd couple they make, truly.
The ending to their little escapade is painfully predictable.
Ten minutes, twenty five, an hour go by and Zanka is slammed into the ground. His beautiful Lovely is right there but just out of his reach. He's laying flat on his back covered in bruises and scratches, struggling to even breathe. His nose is bleeding.
And the raider is right here too. On top of Zanka, pressing him into the ground with his weight, dull pain only intensifying under the pressure.
What a jolly fucking day. At the very least it doesn't seem like any of his bones are broken.
"You seem a bit," Jabber spits out the blood and his lips split into an awfully familiar smile, and there's nothing more that Zanka wants right now than to hit him hard, erase this infuriating look from his face for good. But he can't reach his staff and his body is numb and unresponsive. "Out of it today. What gotchu so distracted, Zanka?"
"Fuck. Off." The cleaner hisses out an answer. How fucking dare he act like he got out of this unscathed? Like he won fair and square and didn't just nick his opponent with his claws once again, claiming an easy victory. Zanka grits his teeth and forces his body to move, trying to throw the raider off of him, punch him, do something that will shut him up — but his limbs feel too heavy, his movements weak and sluggish. Jabber only giggles at his pathetic attempts to escape and gasps when Zanka accidentally pushes into one of the especially painful bruises on him.
It's so hot. It's so hot and so suffocating, and the heat coming from the body above only makes it worse.
He feels dizzy. Zanka shakily inhales and winces at the pang of pain in his chest.
"What the hell did'ya inject into me this time?"
"Ohh, Zanka," He is dragging out the vowels and Zanka hates how pleasant his drawl is to his ears. "You finally noticed? I jus' decided to try somethin'... different, this time. Don't be too mad at me, 'kay?"
"Answer me before i break yer nose, you asshole."
Zanka regrets opening his mouth the moment these words leave him, seeing how the raider's eyes shine brighter and a blush appears on his cheeks.
Fucking masochist.
Jabber tilts his head. Presses his thumb into one of the deeper scratches on Zanka's neck and swipes over it lightly, collecting a droplet of blood. Brings his hand to his mouth slowly and licks it, staring right into the cleaner's eyes.
Zanka feels blood rushing to his face. Why does he feel so hot?
Jabber continues as if nothing happened.
"Don'tcha feel it yet? How it gets harder to breathe... how your body relaxes... how the heat creeps in..."
Zanka stiffens. No, no way, he wouldn't actually... he wouldn't, would he?
The raider trails off into a whisper and caresses his cheek, and before the cleaner even realises it he's leaning into his touch.
"...how your body just craves more touch... how your thoughts become too foggy... Nah? Not even a little? Should we up the dose then?"
He activates Mankira before he finishes the sentence and brings her closer to the cleaner. Zanka flinches at the sight of sharp blades coming so close to his face and starts thrashing beneath, trying to shake the raider off of him again. It proves to be absolutely useless and Jabber just presses harder, leaving a small scratch right next to the first one.
Zanka is just so fucking unlucky.
He bites the inside of his cheek, hoping that effect will go away soon and he will be free to put a few nasty wounds on Jabber for pulling a stunt like this. But this is exactly when a very smug raider in question raises himself slightly and starts touching Zanka. Almost gently, with featherlight touches caressing his neck and ribs, petting his hair and softly stroking his shoulders.
Zanka freezes.
It feels... good. Pleasant and soothing. He feels the warmth of the other's hands even through his uniform. Zanka's body relaxes into the touch and more heat washes over him like a wave. Jabber's hands don't leave him even for a second but he isn't doing anything else. Just... keeps touching him.
It makes a shiver pass through the cleaner's body. He feels this unfamiliar heat starting to pool in his lower belly and it feels weird. His thighs tense and weakened muscles flex once but at some point earlier Jabber put his knee between them, preventing Zanka from pressing them together. He shifts his knee a bit higher, impossibly closer to the cleaner's crotch, to the place that Zanka has been trying to ignore ever since he realised what was it exactly that his enemy pumped into his bloodstream. His efforts lead to nowhere and Zanka exhales harshly when he feels wetness seeping into his underwear.
Sphere damn him.
"I hate you," He growls, not even trying to conceal his rage and disdain. "So fuckin' much. When this is over I swear I'll strangle ya with my bare hands."
It feels so disgusting. Sticky and hot, and the cleaner just wants to lock himself inside his room back at HQ and curl underneath his blanket, wants to get away from the raider, away from his warm hands and chemical smell that consume all of the cleaner's mind. Admitting this would mean showing his weakness but Zanka would do anything right now to get the other out of his head. He hates it so much.
And contrary to this silent crisis, seeing Zanka's reactions and inner turmoil gets Jabber on cloud 9 way faster than the content of his claws.
"Aww, I'm seein' Zanka's already so eager for it," The raider's shit-eating grin is audible. "I could help ya, y'know? You jus' need to say the magic word~"
Of fucking course he would be like that. As if confirming his words, he brings his hands lower. Puts them on Zanka's waist and squeezes lightly, growing more amused and making the cleaner curse through his clenched teeth and shiver.
Why does it feel so good?
"'S all up to you, Zanka. This shit wouldn't work on me — too weak for my tastes. So even if ya got me to take the dose that'd jus' do nothin'," Jabber continues and meets Zanka's hazy gaze with his own, bright and intense.
Oh, if only he could bash the raider's head in with something heavy so that he would just shut up. Then latch onto his neck, biting down and switch their positions, pressing the raider into the hard surface. Then settle into his lap, straddling his thighs, and then... Then...
Zanka bites his lip. Twitches under his opponent and that's about it, with his body still drugged with sphere knows what. His sad attempts to fight and resist get stopped with ease.
"So, what do you say? You wouldn't want your friends to find you in this state, riiight?"
"Shut yer fuckin' trap."
It's clear that Jabber wants to reply and antagonise him a bit more, but he holds back and obediently shuts his mouth, squinting at Zanka. He looks at him, not breaking eye contact and feels him tremble in his hands when he squeezes the cleaner's waist a bit harder.
His waist... Zanka's got a real nice waist, that Jabber noticed a long time ago. So pretty, thin enough that Jabber's fingertips almost touch when he holds it and that alone does something to him. Makes him feel all warm and tingly, like it's a perfect fit, made only for him to hold and touch.
He's waiting. Waiting until Zanka snaps out of his daze and slaps him, for pulling something like that on him, restarting their dance all over again.
...Except he doesn't. Instead of snapping at him or glaring at the raider and harshly pushing him off Zanka is quiet. He's quietly looking Jabber over with these blue eyes of his that drive the raider crazy, trailing over his face, neck, chest, going lower and lower with each second. It's almost like he's admiring him, like some kind of an art piece. Or maybe just wants to dissect him, that's an option too, depending on who you ask.
...This is getting boring. His mouth is working so well but on top of giving Jabber the silent treatment all of a sudden he also didn't even try to bite him, not even once! That wouldn't help the cleaner, of course, but it would've at least made things more fun.
Jabber sighs, disappointed.
"'Kay, my guy. I'm out." He gets up, patting Zanka's shoulder, finally looking away from him. "You'll probably be fine till your squad finds you. Hope you don't die before we fi–"
"Fine."
...Did he hear this correctly?
"Whuh?"
"If ya wanna get in my pants this badly — fine." The cleaner's voice is queit but confident, oozing with these taunting notes, familiar from the fights. He's looking down on the raider even now, trapped underneath him, and isn't that such a turn on? "And ya better make your 'help' worth my time."
Jabber looks surprised. His mouth is still half-open as he stares at Zanka until the latter furrows his brows and huffs, annoyed. The cleaner is already considering telling him to go fuck himself preferably far away and dealing with this needy feeling his usual way — that meaning by completely ignoring his arousal and distracting himself with something more important than self-gratification.
His enemy, however, decides that this is the right time to finally snap out of his momentary confusion and his lips stretch into one of his unhinged grins.
"No way, you tellin' me you actually want me to... Holy shit!" The raider shakes his head and laughs, not believing his luck. Or maybe just in disbelief in general. At his sudden movement jewellery on his locs clinks together with a pleasant sound. "Didn't think ya'd stop playin' hard to get so soon!"
There's a faint blush on Zanka's cheeks. He takes a deep breath but just as he's about to reply with one of his usual biting remarks Jabber drops on his knees and spreads the cleaner's legs wide. He doesn't give him a second to process before he grabs him by his thighs and presses their crotches flush, making the cleaner gasp loudly. His grip is so tight that Zanka can feel each of the raider's rings pressed into his flesh through his clothes. He feels that the paralysis is slowly wearing down and clenches his fists, nails dragging through the dirt in the process. With the raider holding his legs like that and the effect of the venom he can't even wrap them around his waist and press closer and grind against Jabber's already half-hard dick. Zanka wants to curse him out, to order him to just do something, to make him touch the cleaner where he wants to be touched the most right now. But him just holding Zanka like that already feels good and it's humiliating.
Jabber seems to notice Zanka's reactions. He smirks and grinds against him once, finally putting some pressure that the cleaner needs there, but it's just not enough. Zanka chokes down a frustrated sob and it only provides his enemy with some amusement.
"So, what now? Gonna tell me how ya wanna get fucked?" Jabber asks bluntly.
Zanka regrets all the life choices that lead to this day once again.
"You were talkin' so confidently 'bout how ya'd help me," the cleaner shifts impatiently in his grip and scoffs. "And now you are waitin' for instructions? Didn't think you were all talk."
Zanka's condescending tone only makes Jabber harder and he bites his lip, letting out a muffled moan. Grinds against the cleaner through the layers of fabric, making no movement to take anything off. He shifts a little, gripping Zanka tighter and lifting his hips higher, forcing him to hiss as his back is arched and his weight is forced onto his shoulderblades. It's like he's doing it to spite Zanka, ignores his burning and pleading body on purpose, only teasing and leaving him trembling and craving more of his touch. Zanka almost whines.
And Jabber just squints at him with a small smile.
"Nah, 's not that..." his voice is too calm, like he isn't affected at all. Well, maybe it's not that surprising — he did say that the contents of Mankira won't work on him this time and he is used to getting hot and bothered during fights. His smile stretches wider. "I jus' have so many ideas... You didn't think I never imagined you under me like this, did'ya? Ohh, I did."
He trails off and licks his lips, breathing a little harder, and Zanka wishes it wasn't hot to his foggy mind.
"A lot. But in my fantasies you resisted way more. I ain't complainin' though~"
It should be more alarming to the cleaner, this admission, but it only makes his insides pulse with need.
He'll blame it on the substance in his body.
Yeah. It's definitely all because of Jabber's freaky venom.
The raider is silent as he's leaning into Zanka's neck, finally sitting down and putting cleaner's thighs on top of his own, finally letting Zanka wrap his legs around Jabber's waist. Zanka lets him have his way too easily, tilting his head back to give the raider more surface for wet kisses and lets out a pleased sigh. He slowly raises his hands, putting them on his enemy's – can he even call him his enemy? Who in their right mind would welcome the enemy in so readily? – shoulders and lightly squeezing. Jabber doesn't let him relax into this and latches onto his neck, biting hard and then licking at the red mark he leaves. His hands roam all over cleaner's body finally, finally climbing under his clothes.
Zanka raises one of his arms a little higher and tugs at Jabber's locs and he lets out a small breathy moan and stops licking at Zanka's neck, focusing his attention elsewhere. He looks at his blushing partner, takes in his unsteady breathing and leans closer. He moves his hips again, thrusting once, feeling how the other's legs squeeze his waist harder, and whispers right into the cleaner's ear:
"There's jus' one tiny thing I'm not gettin'... I see how much you like it, how you tremble 'n try not to moan... So why aren't ya hard yet?"
Zanka looks away. Worries his lip. Blushes even more.
"...Ain't gonna happen."
"You tellin' me you an impotent or somethin'?"
"No!" Zanka tugs at Jabber's hair hard, making him wince. Frowns at him and looks in a mixture of shame and disapproval, crossing his arms on his chest. "I'm tellin' ya, that ya'd get it if my clothes were off already. So, get on with it."
...Interesting. Jabber leaves one last kiss on his neck and sits up straight. The raider's hands finally reach for the cleaner's belt and he pulls down the zipper, putting the long fabric out of the way. He takes off his bag and tugs his pants down.
And goes still the moment his eyes flick between the cleaner's legs.
Zanka's underwear clings to him tightly and right where Jabber expected to see a dick, he sees an unmistakeable print of a pussy, showing through the thin wet fabric.
"Oh fuck..." Jabber's breath hitches. He looks at him, not blinking, and his gaze is so intense. He stares silently, not touching, as if he's hypnotized the view in front of him. The wet spot grows darker and Zanka tries to close his legs, to hide from Jabber's heavy gaze, but the raider doesn't let him, spreading his legs even wider and moving closer to the object of his attention. The raider swallows the excess saliva pooling in his mouth, forcing himself to actually speak and not whimper. "So that's how it is... And I was thinkin' that when we fight you jus' control yourself real good."
"The hell do ya mean by that??"
Jabber exhales sharply and rips off the last layer of fabric off the cleaner in one swift move, baring his lower body completely. With no barriers left, he is free to take in the full view, looking over plump lips, slightly open and glistening with slick. Zanka lets out an embarrassing squeek when the raider presses his palm over the slit, spreading it open with his fingers. Two of his fingers find his entrance and press into it, not pushing further yet, just feeling the cleaner clench as his insides try to pull him in. Slick covers Jabber's fingers, trickling down to his wrist, and he shudders.
"Hey. Answer m— Mngh—!" Zanka starts speaking but Jabber isn't listening anymore. He grips him, supporting his lower back, and pulls him up, forcing Zanka onto his shoulderblades again and shoves his face right into the cleaner's pussy. He licks a stripe from his hole to his clit, eager to taste, and buries his nose in dark hair, taking a deep inhale of his musky scent. Zanka cries out when he feels the raider's tongue on his clit and his legs clamp around Jabber's head on a reflex. A spark of pleasure outmatches the discomfort. He grinds his cunt against Jabber's tongue, and the latter lightly sucks at his clit, letting out a satisfied hum. The vibration sends a new wave of arousal coursing through Zanka's body and he burns with need.
"Ah— W-wait..!"
His hips keep moving with these tiny jerking movements. Jabber isn't the most experienced guy in this area but what he lacks in practice he fully compensates for with his pure enthusiasm. He swirls his tongue over Zanka's pussy, licking into his hole and feeling sensitive walls clench and unclench, plays with his clit and laps up all the slick, part of it escaping his eager mouth and mixing with his saliva, trickling down his chin. Zanka moans underneath him, unable to keep his voice down, and his legs squeeze Jabber's head even harder, almost suffocating him, and this is what gets the raider to moan too.
With the raider's face in his cunt, Zanka doesn't last long. His legs tremble as his mouth is bringing him closer and closer to release, and when Jabber closes his lips around his clit and sucks, Zanka cums with a loud cry, not used to receiving so much pleasure.
His body relaxes. While Zanka tries to catch his breath Jabber pulls away from his pussy and wipes his mouth with his hand, lapping up the collected slick. Looks down at the embarrassed cleaner and bites his still wet lips, palming himself through his clothes because fuck.
Zanka, blushing and breathing heavily, letting Jabber take him right on the ground, looking up with half-lidded eyes and moaning so sweetly, oh, he's so...
"Pretty..." Jabber whispers, awed, and leaves a soft kiss on the inside of Zanka's thigh. He shifts his head again and licks a fat stripe over his slit, collecting the remaining slick. His locs tickle the insides of the cleaner's thighs and he twitches, sniffling, still too sensitive, but Jabber just nuzzles his cheek into his thigh and smiles dreamily. "And so tasty too. De-li-cious. Fuuuck, I thought I was gonna nut when ya choked me but nah, that wouldn't be fun."
"Y-you mean... Ya still wanna..?"
The raider laughs when he sees Zanka's baffled expression and lets go of his legs, letting him wrap the around his waist again. He takes the cleaner's hand and brings it to his clothed erection. Zanka lightly palms it and sits up, settling more comfortably in the other's lap and supporting his weight with his free hand.
"Zankaaa..." Jabber whines, tilting his head back before suddenly snapping it back, staring right at the cleaner. He moves closer in a fraction of second, inches away from his face and grins again, forcing Zanka to jerk away on reflex. "Don't play with me, man... Don't tell me you thought we were done... You'll let me hit, right? You won't jus' leave me hangin', you'll let me in for real, right?"
"Wait, I don't know if i can—"
"C'mon, pretty please, say you'll let me! I already got a taste of bein' inside ya—"
"Jabber, listen to m—"
"...and she loooved it, so I promise you you won't regret it, please, can I—"
"Let me speak, damn it!" Zanka raises his voice and shifts, gripping the raider's throat with both of his hands, scowling when he notices that this action only makes Jabber close his eyes and moan.
So fucking annoying. The sound makes blood rush to Zanka's cheeks and it pisses him off even more.
"Take yer clothes off and give it to me. We are at least an hour away from the nearest hotel and I ain't waitin' for that long, nor am I fuckin' ya in the dirt." Zanka feels how the raider's grip tightens and the contrast between warm skin and cool metal gives him goosebumps. He smirks, feeling Jabber's hands that support him by his waist tremble, and lets go of his neck, making the raider gasp. Zanka squirms in his lap and settles more steadily, comfortably. He shrugs off his jacket and puts it aside, next to the bottom part of his uniform, now only wearing his thin black shirt and long sleeves. Jabber is so clearly affected by him, breathless and trying his hardest not to cum in his pants pathetically from this display, and it gives Zanka some twisted sense of satisfaction. "Yer doin' way too good. Would be a shame not to use ya to the fullest."
"'Ain't fuckin' me in the dirt', you say..." Jabber tilts his head like a puppy, finally blinking away his daze. He thinks about something and then starts pulling his clothes off hurriedly, jumping out of his jacket and almost dropping Zanka in the process. The cleaner grabs his shoulders and hisses when the raider's sudden movement makes rough fabric of his pants press into Zanka's sensitive folds. Jabber pulls off his lantern and quickly unwraps his sash, proudly laying the long piece of cloth on the ground like a cover. "Whatchu say? 'S that good enough?"
"It works." Zanka rolls his eyes and moves onto the cloth, laying on his back. He looks at the raider, raising his brows in expectation. "Now move yer ass here and make yerself useful."
"Yes, sir." Jabber replies with a smirk, settling between Zanka's legs. "I sure hope my service will be up to your standarts."
Zanka squirms impatiently, pulling him closer. Jabber finally tugs his pants off, freeing his cock and pressing it against Zanka's wet slit. And then he's just teasing him again. His hands explore the hot body underneath, shamelessly groping at Zanka's chest, and his length slides between his wet folds, and it's not enough. Zanka lets out a soft whine, winding his arms around the raider's neck, and opens his mouth to tell him to hurry up already, to do something, but Jabber crashes their mouths together. He licks into Zanka's mouth, hot and wet, swallowing all the tiny noises his partner makes, pulling away just for a second to get some air before diving right back in. He's not giving Zanka a break, a moment to adjust, just keeps kissing him and sliding between the cleaner's slick wet heat, cockhead brushing against clit and making them both twitch. Zanka weakly tugs at Jabber's locs, feeling lightheaded. The raider is touching him all over, as if this is what he was waiting for all this time, as if he wanted to get the cleaner needy and wet since the first time they met and now he is too excited to control himself.
Zanka feels tears gather in the corners of his eyes and it's humiliating. A part of him, the one that holds his dignity and pride, screams at him for giving in like this, for letting his enemy touch him so intimately and claim his mouth. And it's shameful, it's disgusting, it's gross — lying down like this and just taking it, aching for more, burning with want. His insides clench around nothing and he just wants to feel the other inside of him already, wants to spread his legs further and take everything his enemy is willing to give. He wants him so bad.
He bites Jabber's lip, tasting blood, and digs his nails into his back, dragging down with force and leaving deep scratches, finally getting a loud moan from the raider.
"S-stop," he sounds so fucking pathetic. He probably doesn't look much better but Jabber stares at him mesmerized, pupils blown so wide that a thin ring of majenta is almost invisible, and licks his lips. Zanka sobs when the raider's hand starts rubbing slow circles on his clit. He is driving him insane. "Fuck me already. Stop teasing me."
"Hmm... I don't know," Jabber raises his brow and pinches sensitive nub between his fingers, making the cleaner cry out and throw his head back. "Should I? 'M not hearing any magic wor—"
"Please!"
Fucking humiliating. Zanka screws his eyes shut and turns his head away, face flushing with deep red.
Jabber shudders, wrapping his palm around the base of his dick and stroking a few times, and then whistles.
"You want me sooo bad..."
"Shut up. Just fuck me. Please."
"So you do remember yer manners... What a good boy." The raider pats his head lightly and presses two of his fingers to Zanka's entrance before pushing them both inside. He didn't take his rings off and Zanka feels Mankira inside, all of her ridges and grooves. He moans, this more than anything driving him crazy — the fact that Jabber is putting something so precious to him inside of the cleaner's heat. He closes his eyes, going pliant under him, and the raider fucks him open, tight hole stretching easily and pulling his fingers in. Jabber looks at him, so open and ready, and recalls how Zanka's nails dug a little harder into his skin when he said those words. He giggles.
Does he like being praised like this? Good to know...
Jabber pulls his fingers out and kisses Zanka again. The cleaner's eyes fly open and he's trying to break the kiss, to protest, but Jabber once again ignores him and kisses with more force. He swipes his palm over Zanka's pussy, collecting his slick and using it to lube up his already leaking cock, mixing both fluids together. He breaks the kiss and pulls Zanka closer, his dick sliding over the cleaner's abdomen, and whispers, holding the cleaner's chin and looking into his tearful eyes.
"Jus' look at that..." Jabber looks down, where their bodies connect, and immediately closes his eyes, a shiver passing through him. He continues even quieter. "I'll reach so deep... Zanka, babe, you are killin' me here..."
Zanka looks down, following the raider's gaze, and freezes when he finally sees his dick fully. He refuses to believe his eyes and for the first time today he genuinly feels scared.
"Jabber. I can't, there's actually no way." The cleaner shakes his head and starts to back away slowly. He can't stop looking and despite the still present heat his insides clench but not because of arousal. "I'll just suck ya off, okay? Or use my hands and then ya can use my th—"
Jabber's grip on him tightens.
"Zanka. You were the one tellin' me not to tease ya," his voice is too calm. Too serious. Nails painfully dig into his skin and his eyes and rings shine with anima — a threat clear as day. Zanka goes very still, realising that right now he can't escape, that the raider will catch him no matter what he does and it shouldn't send a hot pulse through his body. Jabber lowers his voice. "But when it comes to teasin' me yer all for it... A bit unfair, don'tcha think so?"
"I'm fuckin' serious!" There is barely concealed panic in Zanka's voice. "I can't take it, it just won't fit!"
Jabber just smiles at this reaction and then sighs in faux disappointment.
"A shame then... I was really hopin' you won't disappoint me... You were so good for me, after all."
"Good..?"
"Yeah. So good." The raider hugs his embarrassed partner and pulls him closer, nuzzling into his shoulder. Then he shifts his head and presses his lips into his neck where the fabric of his shirt doesn't reach. "So perfect for me. You can be such a good boy when you finally let yourself relax."
Jabber feels how Zanka hesitates after hearing this and hides his grin in the cleaner's neck. So easy. He gently strokes up and down Zanka's back with one hand, the other one creeping lower. He is leaning into Zanka, until he's laid flat on his back, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Seems like he likes that too, so Jabber kisses him, slow and gentle this time, and Zanka hugs him back, one hand tangling in his hair and settling on the back of his head. He accepts gentle touch much better and kisses Jabber back properly, opening his legs a bit wider, seemingly not even realising it.
While Zanka is distracted by uncharacteristic softness, Jabber is wrapping a hand around his cock and guiding it to the cleaner's hole, pressing the tip inside. Zanka tenses under him, pulls at his hair, tries to pull away from the kiss but just as he manages to do so, Jabber puts both his hands on Zanka's waist and pushes in hard.
Zanka forgets how to breath. With just one sharp movement Jabber punched all the air out of his lungs, and as he is gasping for air the raider presses their lips together and thrusts deeper, faster, unable to stop now that he's finally inside his warm and pliant body. His cock pushes in easily thanks to just how wet Zanka is and it feels so good. It's so hot inside of Zanka, so tight, so perfect, and even when Jabber tries to stop, he just can't, his hips moving in short thrusts. Zanka's eyes roll back and he moans into the raider's mouth, the latter shivering and choking on a whimper of his own.
Jabber breaks the kiss, a string of drool connecting them for a moment, and bottoms out. He listens to Zanka's heavy breathing and pulls the cleaner closer with a pathetic whine, trying not to cum. He doesn't let the cleaner speak at all. The moment Zanka opens his mouth he slowly pulls out and then pulls Zanka's body back on his cock, moving him like a fucking toy, forcing cries and moans out of the cleaner.
"H-here we go," the raider is panting. He raises one of his hands to Zanka's face and caresses his cheek, bottoming out again. "'N you th-thought... thought it wouldn't fit."
"S... S-stop... P-plea..." Zanka is trembling, arms thrown above his head, full on sobbing now that the tears roll down his face freely. He can't move, can barely breathe, and it's the hottest thing Jabber has ever seen. He can't even hide his red face with his hands as he's trying desperately to hold on, white-knuckled grip on the cloth, but Jabber manhandles him so easily, as if Zanka doesn't weigh anything at all. And Zanka is gone. He wants it all to just end, to escape this overwhelming heat and the heavy drag of the other's cock so deep inside, but his traitorous body gives in, opens up for the raider, clenches around him, inviting Jabber even deeper, right into his womb.
It's humiliating. It's dirty and shameful. It's the best Zanka ever felt.
"So good... Zankaaa, you feel s-so good..." Jabber's rhytm falters, becoming more erratic, and Zanka whines, blushing and clenching around him. The raider bites his lip and reaches down to play with Zanka's clit, stimulating him along with his thrusts. He looks at the cleaner and laughs, breaking off into a moan. "You probably aren't even listenin' to me anymore..."
He leans right to Zanka's ear and whispers, pressing on the bundle of nerves at the same time.
"You are such a good boy, Zanka. You take me so well, drivin' me crazy... I knew you could handle me. Yeah, you could, nobody else but you... Y-yeah, only you..."
And it's all that it takes to get Zanka cumming again. These sweet words, these precise movements — it's all too much for the cleaner's mind. Too hot. Too good. His vision goes black for a second and then he's crying out because Jabber is still moving. He ignores his sobs, his tears, his pleas, just keeps fucking Zanka's limp and overstimulated body through his second orgasm trying to finish himself.
Zanka gives up. Stops trying to suppress his moans, stops resisting. Just closes his eyes and throws his head back, letting Jabber use his body however he pleases. Dives into this syrupy pleasure headfirst and melts into the raider completely, his thoughts foggy and distant.
Fuck... What the hell did he have in his claws?..
Jabber forces himself to stop, shuddering and once again stopping himself from cumming. He waits, catching his breath, before pushing into Zanka again, as deep as he can go.
"Y'know, I was thinkin'..." Zanka opens his eyes when he hears his quiet voice and looks up at Jabber through wet eyelashes. The raider meets his eyes with almost scientific curiosity, looking all over of the cleaner's body. He caresses his sides and thighs, receiving a soft moan.
"Nngh... What'd ya want?"
"I was thinkin'... Since ya've got such a... Treat over here," the raider rubs his chin in thought. His other palm settles on Zanka's flat stomach, right over the spot where his womb would be, and he continues, tilting his head and smiling innocently. "If I cum inside, will I knock you up?"
"Don't ya fuckin' dare!" Zanka hisses like an angry cat and there's this rage in his eyes that Jabber only sees when they fight. It's a shame that all the threatening effects he could've achieved get completely nullified by the cleaner's trembling body and bright red cheeks.
But his pussy clenches again and Jabber's eyes sparkle with mischief.
"Aww, you're gonna let me? So sweet. Guess we should try and see, yeah?" He presses on the subtle curve of his lower belly and smiles even wider when he feels the cleaner pulse around him, sending him a nasty glare. "I'll even take the responsibility 'n all that, pinky promise!"
He doesn't wait for an answer. To be fair, it's not like he cares much about what Zanka will say — the way his body responds to Jabber is way more... Honest. Compared to his voice. Jabber sees very clearly how his blush deepens, how his breathing quickens just a little, how tight he gets... And how he's ashamed of this momentary reaction.
He's just the cutest. Jabber wants to devour him whole. The raider suddenly pulls Zanka up and bites his neck, forcing his partner to cry out and grab at his shoulders to keep his balance and not fall again. Jabber tastes blood and bites again, leaving dark marks above his collar, where he wouldn't be able to hide them. He pulls away, admiring his work, and then leans back to shut Zanka up with a kiss again.
The cleaner is more eager to respond, this time. Seems like he finally got that resisting is fruitless, so it's better to just succumb to the sensations.
He also likes it. So there's no downside at all.
Earlier, Jabber was just kidding. He wanted to tease the cleaner a bit, to scare him a little with the very real possibility that sex without contraceptives could lead them to, nothing more. But Zanka...
Maybe Zanka is really driving him crazy. How else can he explain this sudden desire? Desire, no, need to hold him like this forever, to fill him up and keep him full and dripping, so full that there won't be any hesitation nor question on who he belongs to. Sensitive walls of his weeping cunt pulse rhythmically around Jabber's cock, welcoming him deeper, and he realises he won't last much longer.
His pace falters. The raider whines into the kiss as he feels Zanka's nails dig into his shoulders puncturing the skin. He thrusts twice, thrice — and slams Zanka on his cock, and floods his insides with his release. And it pushes Zanka over the edge too and he cums with a weak cry, untouched. Just from being used and filled...
A match made in heaven, for sure.
"Don't tell me you really..." Jabber leans back, looking at Zanka in disbelief, but the cleaner just sighs tiredly and nuzzles into him, hugging his neck. In responce the raider wraps his hands around his waist, not moving.
"Not. A. Word. If somebody hears 'bout it, I'll fuckin' kill ya." Zanka feels Jabber twitch inside of his cunt at the threat. The cleaner winces. "Don't. I seriously can't anymore."
Jabber rolls his eyes but finally pulls out. Zanka twitches in discomfort, feeling a sticky mess of fluids leak out of him. The emptiness inside is disappointing.
How is he supposed to live now? How is he supposed to move on, to forget the shape of the other filling him so nicely, to let go of the pleasant weight settling in his guts?
The raider kisses him gently and wipes away the mess off his inner thighs with some cloth he found in the heap of his clothes. Then takes Zanka's clothes, bringing them to the cleaner with a small smile, and just... Watches him.
When he keeps his mouth shut, he isn't that annoying. Zanka pushes this thought to the back of his mind.
They dress up in silence. Zanka puts on his uniform, covering his skin, Jabber takes his sash from the ground and ties it on his waist, dusting off his jacket.
Before they go their separate ways Zanka turns to look at the raider and breaks the silence, exhausted.
"Where did ya even get an aphrodisiac and why'd ya hold it in her?"
Jabber raises his brow, puzzled.
"What are you talking 'bout?"
"The hell ya mean 'what am I talking about'?? Didn't ya tell me you've got something 'different' this time 'n then drugged me again?"
Jabber blinks at him and then cackles.
"No way! I was jus' fuckin' with you, don't tell me you really believed me?" He pauses to catch his breath. "Didn't have any aphrodisiac on me. I jus' paralyzed you for a bit."
...What.
The raider calms down. Looks at the stunned cleaner and grins. A swirling portal appears and before disappearing into it, Jabber blows a kiss to Zanka and waves his goodbye.
" So, that was all you, man! Bye-bye, Zanka, hope we see each other very soon!"
Zanka grips Lovely tighter in his hand, feeling his blood starting to boil in his veins. Closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. Counts to ten.
Next time he is going to fucking kill him.