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Jabber found himself, yet again, pinned at the throat by the oh so lovely, assistaff. The raider licked his blood smeared teeth and smiled at the man walking towards him.
There was a slight stumble in Zanka’s stride, attributed to Jabber’s toxin that had swiped him in his side. The ashy blonde gripped the now wooden handle of the staff. Glaring at Jabber, though the raider didn’t mind. Jabber’s smiled only widened, resting his head on one of the side of the weapon. He brought his claw up, dragging it along the other side of the instrument before the metal blades vanished from his hands.
As Zanka glowered at the man infront of him, he couldn’t help but notice his feline-esque features, his sharp eyes and biting canines.
“God Zanka, you keep staring like that and I might just go crazyy” Jabber drawled his eyes squinting into slits.
“Filthy bastard” Zanka muttered, looking away and trying to hide the blush that had dusted across his face.
“So now what? Yer gonna lock me up? Put me in handcuffs and then-“ Jabber’s lewd innuendo cut off.
“Shut up you damn freak” Zanka pushed the asisstaff to the side, hitting Jabber in the throat and knocking him to the floor, he felt a painful ache in his waist where Jabbered had clawed at him
“Oh god! Don’t stop Zanka, baby” Jabber groaned. Zanka’s ears burned
Jabber lay crumpled on the ground, his eyes still finding Zanka’s. The blonde swung the staff down, clamping down on either side of the raider’s waist. Zanka slinged down, his head still vaguely fuzzy from Jabber’s intoxicating poison, his hands tightly wrapped around the hilt of the staff as he dropped his knees right behind where his weapon was pinning down Jabber.
“Careful there, get to close and i just can’t handle myself” Jabber whined, licking his lips. He rose his hands, hovering them above Zanka before resting them on his thigh.
“Don’t cha ever shut up” Zanka breathed, his faced flushed a pink and his knuckles bloomed white.
Zanka pulled himself forward, his face just inches away from the other man’s. Zanka’s body was racked with a shiver from the bleeding wound on his body
“What are ya gonna do to me now huh?” Jabber taunted with a grin.
Zanka’s breaths grew ragged, his head felt dizzy and his knees weak, he looked at Jabber with half lidded eyes and moved the wooden instrument to the floor beside them. Zanka’s hand found Jabber’s chest. The ashy blonde lowered himself, nestling into the crook of Jabber’s neck
“Yer fucking pathetic” Zanka murmured into the other’s ear, his hands pressing hard into Jabber’s chest.
“Don’t say such filthy things, I’ll get too riled up” Jabber muttered with a smile, his hands slid up to Zanka’s waist, his metal rings dug into the throbbing wound Jabber had left.
Zanka bit into hard Jabber’s neck as he pressed on the injury, he sucked at the bite before licking it. Zanka pulled away from Jabber’s neck, a string of saliva was connected from the blossoming bruise to Zanka’s lips. His eyes glanced over at Jabber who was staring back at him. Jabber’s cheeks were dusted with a deep red blush and his mouth was pressed into a smile.
One of Jabber’s hand’s moved to the back of Zanka’s head, gripping a tuft of hair. Zanka’s breath hitched as Jabber pulled him into a kiss. Zanka’s head spun , he still felt a stinging pain from the gash on his side. The pain was amplified by the way Jabber moved his thumb over the bleeding laceration. Zanka was in a strange daze, his body was buzzing with pain and yet for some reason he couldn’t help but fall deeper into the kiss with a man who he found utterly obscene. Each time Jabber would thumb around the cut, Zanka would squirm and still press his reddened lips harder onto Jabber’s.
It wasn’t until Jabber bit hard enough at Zanka’s bottom lip that Zanka finally pulled away gasping for air as his body convulsed with pain. Jabber’s hand fell back down to Zanka’s thigh. Zanka heaved his body hot against Jabber’s. The raider smiled playfully at him as opposed to the manic grin he was accustomed to receiving. Jabber stared at the other man’s bleeding lip and reddened eyes.
“You look realll messed up there Zanky, hope your not to mad at me” Jabber said his hand digging even harder into Zanka’s gash
“Mm gonna fucking kill you” Zanka heaved,
He felt dirty. He felt embarrassed and yet he wanted so much more.
Zanka’s arm shook at he desperately tried to stay upright atop Jabber, his breath had now steadied but his body was still trembling from the toxin in his system. Jabber’s hands grabbed either of Zanka’s wrists, Zanka’s own blood was smeared on Jabber’s hand and now on his.
“You look seriously pathetic” Jabber smirked. He knew Zanka was embarrassed and found it even more entertaining that despite the situation Zanka still talked all that talk.
Zanka responded with a whine, his mind to foggy to think clearly. He threw his head back rolling his hips on Jabber’s. Jabber’s grip on Zanka’s wrists tightened as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He bucked his hips up against Zanka’s.
Zanka lurched forward, his hands slipping around Jabber’s neck and his head dropping to face the raider. “Needy asshole” Zanka muttered his hips grind against Jabber’s