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Zanka doesn’t leave cleaner’s HQ often for shopping, but when he’s out he tries to be on guard. He grips Lovely Assistaff, looks above and behind him, yet he never sees Jabber coming. He’s at a small farmers market near HQ looking at the small amounts of fruit able to be grown in the trash infested wasteland. He finds a bag of delicious looking cherries. He knows Riyo likes them, so he goes to buy a bag to share. As he starts handing the old woman some coins he hears his worst nightmare. “Oh heyyy, Mr. Bad Attitude” Jabber sing songs jumping down from the roof he was perched from. Jabber is like a cat, follows you, comes up all friendly, then pounces, scratches until it’s satisfied, and runs. “Fuck do ya want?” Zanka asks rolling his eyes. He doesn’t want to cause a scene in the middle of this cute little market, he was raised with enough manners to not mess with people’s money. Regardless he holds Lovely Assistaff tighter.
“Oh come on man, you know you want ta rough me up” Jabber replies sauntering over. Oh how Zanka yearns to sock him in the jaw right here right now. He puts his cherries in his little messenger bag. “Ooh! Cherries! Can you tie em’ in a knot with ya tongue? I can! I’ll show ya!” Jabber giggles as Zanka shoots him a glare, “I don’t wanna see yer party tricks, if we’re gonna do this it ain’t gonna be ‘ere”. Zanka turns in the direction of an alleyway he knows is close by. Jabber follows behind smiling, walking with a bit of a skip. “My tongue is talented ya know, Imma show ya one day” Jabber randomly pipes in. “Ya ain’t showing me shit, fuck off” Zanka says annoyed as he continues to bring Jabber to the alley.
“Ooh tryna rile me up already? Yer too good ta me Zan-Zan” The moment they turn the corner Zanka turns around and grabs Jabber by the neck and pushes him to the wall. Jabbers head falls back with a smack and for a moment Zanka thinks he kinda likes this, feeling Jabber’s pulse under his grip, the little sounds Jabber makes as he struggles, he struggles yet he’s pliant, Jabber’s smile and half lidded magenta eyes. He rationalizes that this feeling is the feeling of besting your greatest opponent if not only for a moment. “I was having a nice day till yer dumbass showed up, so I’ll cut ya a deal. We fight, only if there ain’t any weapons. Don’t feel like gettin drugged up right now” Zanka spits as he talks and Jabber has the audacity to lick it off the corner of his mouth with a little moan. “Yes, sir.” he answers with a little giggle. Zanka pretends not to feel the stiffening in his pants a the pet name, it pisses Zanka off he’s even thinking about this and he finally socks Jabber in the jaw. “Yer fucking disgusting” Zanka shouts and his fists collides with the bone. “Yer getting me all bricked up Zan-Zan” Zanka finally lets go recoiling in disgust.
Jabber takes in a deep breath as he punches Zanka back. “Should’ve kept me there man, I was geekin on the attention” they stand toe to toe, Jabbers bouncing like a ball, waiting for the next hit. “Yer geeking on something alright” Zanka says going in for another punch that Jabber quickly dodges. “Home brew, made it just to see ya”. That makes Zanka a little hot, knowing Jabber drugged himself just for him. The demon in his mind reminds him Jabber is lying. He ain’t special enough for Jabber to fuck himself up on something just for him. “Aphrodisiac, lil bit a weed, a mix of some different mushrooms, I ain’t too high” Zanka doesn’t know what an aphrodisiac is, but makes sense why Jabber seems more loose than normal, almost like he’s floating. He’s definitely not giving this his 100%. Jabber is mostly jumping around dogging Zanka’s attacks. smiling and laughing. Suddenly Jabber knees Zanka in the stomach after his punch doesn’t hit, and Zanka feels all the air in him leave. “Now quit fighting like a jit, I know you can go harder Zan-Zan” Jabber whispers in his ear. At that Zanka sweeps Jabber’s legs out from under him and pins him to the ground. Jabber smiles up at Zanka as Zanka sits on his stomach and pins his hands above him.
“Got me where ya want me?” Jabber teases. “Shut yer mouth” Zanka takes his hand and slaps him. “Harder” Jabber moans out with his fuck me eyes. Zanka tries not to focus on how hard he is. He wants to scream at the fact his opponent is high and he’s still barely winning. He punches Jabber’s nose and smiles as it bleeds. He can’t lie to himself it’s quite a pretty sight. Jabber’s locs dripped in gold, the bruises that have blossomed on his neck, the blood coming out of his nose, those seductive magenta eyes, his weirdly perfect teeth. He can’t deny Jabber is pretty. “You like this” Jabber notes. “Ion like shit” Zanka denys slapping him again. “Yeah that’s why I can feel your rock hard dick” Jabber says rolling his eyes and giggling. Zanka flushes furiously, “shut the fuck up brat”. “Make me” Jabber teases. Zanka punches Jabber until he has a black eye and a bloody mouth. Jabber moans as he does jutting his hips out to try and feel something. “So good Zan-Zan” Jabber purrs.
Zanka wants him to shut up, and that’s the only reason he locks his lips on Jabbers. Jabber moans into the kiss pushing his blood and tongue into Zanka’s mouth. Zanka thinks the blood weirdly tastes good as the copper flavored substance coats his tongue. Zanka can’t help but bite and nip at Jabbers tongue and lips. Zanka begrudgingly accepts it does sorta feel good. As Zanka pulls away Jabber chases his lips. Zanka stops him by grabbing him by the neck and slamming his head back down. “If I’m gonna indulge you, sick freak, then we’re doing this my way” Zanka whispers in his ear. Jabber gulps a little “Yes, Sir”, Zanka’s cock twitches. “Stay down” Zanka says authoritatively as he lets go of Jabber’s hands and throat to pull down his pants. Jabber locks eyes on Zanka’s dick. “You’re so pretty” Jabber says weirdly genuine. “Shut the fuck up and sit up a little” Zanka says as he sits up on his knees. Jabber complies surprisingly well. Zanka wets his thumb with Jabbers blood and pries his jaw open, leaving a little trail of blood in his wake. Jabber sticks his tongue out waiting to receive his treat. “You’re such an obedient whore, who knew all I needed was to get my cock out for you to play along” Zanka taps his dick on Jabber’s tongue before grabbing Jabber by the locs and shoving himself down his throat. Jabber gurgles and gags yet his eyes scream that he loves it. “I feel any teeth and I’ll be nice and soft with you”, Jabber lets out little moans as he chokes on Zanka’s dick. Sometimes Zanka pulls him fast and shallow and sometimes Zanka holds him to the hilt until a mix of drool and blood and tears come down his face. Zanka thinks this is when Jabber is the prettiest. “Slobbering like a dog, Jab. Obey like one too” Zanka feels Jabber’s throat constrict and hears his moans. Zanka feels like he’s about to cum so he pulls Jabber off of him.
“Woo! That was fun!” Jabber says excitedly. Zanka rolls his eyes and goes to stoke Jabber’s dick, but he feels a shit ton of wetness. “Did you fucking nut yourself slut?” Jabber laughs, “Yerrrp”. “Fucking freak” Zanka says squeezing Jabber’s already over stimulated cock. “Fuck, hurts so good” Zanka lets go and flips Jabber over on his stomach and straddles his thighs cock lining up with his ass. “Now I’m gonna take what I deserve” Zanka growls. Jabber lets out a whine and nods his head. Zanka spreads Jabbers ass cheeks a bit and thrusts in. It’s so hot and tight, the only thing slicking him up is Jabber blood and spit and a bit of his own pre. “Fuck Zanka so much” Jabber grits out. Zanka can tell that it must hurt, but he’s thriving off Jabbers pain. He suddenly takes a fist full of Jabbers locs and pulls his head towards him, his neck stretching, his back arching. Jabber writhes, “yer gonna take it, and yer gonna like it”. “Yes, Sir” Jabber breathes out. His magenta eyes roll back as Zanka finally bottoms out. The pain and pleasure is almost too much for him to take. Zanka stops for a moment, trying to be nice, let Jabber adjust, “you gonna move Mr. Bad Attitude?” Zanka rolls his eyes even though Jabber can’t see it. “Maybe I’m just gonna make ya warm my cock for a while” Zanka tries to retort. “You don’t want that, you wanna rip me apart” Jabber replies. Zanka pulls Jabber’s hair a bit harder and leans over to whisper in his ear, “yer getting on my last nerve, scuzzball”. Zanka pulls Jabber’s head to the side and bites his neck hard. He starts thrusting as he digs his teeth in until it they break the skin. Jabber moans as Zanka drinks in the sweet blood of his rival. This feels like a real victory. “Harder” Jabber yells out and Zanka starts to pound his ass rhythmically. He lets go of Jabber’s hair to get a grip on his waist. Jabber’s cheek meets the pavement with a smack. Jabber whines for more fucking back on Zanka.
Then Zanka pulls out and there’s an audible cry from Jabber. “What yer gonna leave me high and dry after you got me up?” he immediately complains. “Quit yer whiney yapping and ride my dick like the slut you are” Zanka sits on the pavement motioning with his hand for Jabber to come sit in his lap. It’s weirdly intimate being face to face. Jabber hops up on his dick making eye contact. Jabber loves the way Zanka looks at him. “You look like you want to eat me” Zanka sneers and grabs Jabber’s throat, but this time with his left hand. Jabber moans and Zanka eats up his half lidded gaze. “More” Jabber pleads as he bounces on Zanka’s dick moving to an angle where Zanka’s actually hitting his sweet spot. Rather than squeezing his throat tighter, Zanka slaps him with all the power he has in his right hand. “Again!” Jabber looks at him with crazed eyes so Zanka repeats the motion until his cheek is red. Eventually he lets go of his throat so Jabber has free range to bounce faster and faster. Zanka doesn’t know if he can last any longer, so he squeezes Jabber’s throat again tighter and starts to roughly tug at Jabber’s cock that has been dripping between them. “Cum like the damn whore you are” Zanka growls. Soon enough Jabber’s are rolling back and he’s squeezing Zanka’s dick as he spurts ropes on their dirtied shirts moaning. Zanka takes in Jabber’s pretty face full of blood and bruises and fills him with a shout he can’t contain. As they come down from their highs Jabber slumps forward and kisses Zanka much too sweetly. He pulls back tired with almost hearts in his eyes. “Way better than my fantasies Zan-Zan. You handed me my ass” he starts to laugh. “Hop off my dick and get dressed” Zanka says annoyed. “Ugh still got that bad attitude after all that?” Jabber continues to laugh as he pulls his pants back up and hands Zanka his. “Don’t really wanna move right now” Jabber admits snuggling his chin up to Zanka’s cheek. “Then don’t”. “Don’t want you to leave either” Jabber says softly kissing his cheek. Zanka is conflicted, he does want to stay, but his head is telling him to leave. Jabber is being much too caring, weirdly kind, after Zanka just beat him. Zanka decides to listen to his heart though and cuddles up with Jabber there on the floor of some alleyway. Zanka wonders if this is just a one time thing, part of him hopes it is, the other part of him hopes it isn’t. Not when Jabber is cuddled up to him being soft. Zanka silently pets Jabber’s hair as he closes his eyes, Zanka listens to him breathing. “Ya know, yer a good guy Zanka” Jabber says softly before falling asleep. Zanka doesn’t feel like he was being a good guy, but heat rises to his cheeks anyways. He decides a little nap won’t hurt him either.
Hours later Zanka is woken up from screaming. “Zanka!” Riyo shouts. Zanka looks up and realizes he’s still cuddling with a sleeping Jabber. “Zanka what the fuck? I’ve been searching for you everywhere! You said you were going shopping! What the fuck is happening here?!” She asks motioning to the two of them. Just then Jabber wakes up, “hey bang bang girl” he says casually. Riyo rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. “Zanka, we are going home!” Zanka gets up a bit disappointed “I’ll give you all the cherries in my bag if you keep this between us” Zanka offers. “And you tell me everything!” Riyo insists. “Fine” Zanka says rolling his eyes. He takes one last look at Jabber who is smirking and doing a little wave, “imma head out, see ya later bad attitude” and Jabber practically pounces into the night. “Ok you’re telling me everything!” Riyo exclaims already munching on some cherries.
Later in the night after Zanka embarrassingly told the story to Riyo, he hears a voice in his ear. “Hey Zan-Zan, I had a great time, I’ll find ya again soon” damn choker! It doesn’t matter that Zanka’s heart flutters and his cheeks heat up and the thought of seeing Jabber again.