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Light burned into Zanka's eyes as he came to, a familiar curve lifting his chin upwards as his brain caught up to the situation at hand. A figure loomed above him, shoving Lovely against his throat and bumping his head into the wall behind him. Zanka tried to bring his hands up to defend himself, sighing in frustration as he realized they were restrained tightly above his head with a harsh rope. That wasn't the only thing restrained, a dull ache in his jaw brought attention to the bit in his mouth. Dry drool crusted on his chin was replaced with fresh as Zanka tried to speak around it. His eyes focused more, a boxy cage surrounded his jaw which held the gag in place. A muzzle? Seriously? he thought, trying to mumble out some choice words to his captor, but it came out incomprehensible.
"Oh Zankaaa," a sing songy voice called out from the figure, his wide grin unmistakable even through the thick haze in Zanka's head. Jabber squatted in front of him so that they were eye level. He pressed Lovely harder against his neck, giggling at the choked up sound Zanka made.
"About time you got up, I was getting bored! Messin' with you in your sleep is fun and all, but nothing compares to this." Jabber released the pressure on his neck. His grip on Lovely loosened and she clattered against the floor. Zanka's head fell forwards, groaning at the sudden movement. He blinked a few times, chasing away the blurred edges around his vision. His body was mostly bare, sleep shirt was still on at least. His thighs were sticky, the cold floor had a puddle below him that made him shiver. Is that from me?
A clawed hand snuck up his torso. Sharp pain across his ribs dragged Zanka out of his head, he hissed in protest. Jabber laughed as he followed Zanka's twitching body with Mankira, tapping the tips of his claws against Zanka's ribcage to watch him squirm. As much as he loved when Zanka would wail on him, Jabber thought he looked too good when he got fucked up to not play with the younger man like this.
Jabber's laugh echoed throughout the room, his claws retreated from underneath Zanka's shirt. A burning sting pulsed throughout the wounds they had left, Zanka breathed harshly while blood dripped down his side. Jabber stood back up, muttering something about letting that sink in and needing to get something. He left the room with a wink, Lovely out of reach. Zanka immediately started a panicked struggle against his restraints. How did I even get into this situation?
Zanka gave up on escaping his restraints. The rope that held his wrists together wasn't budging, his legs were free but he couldn't get his footing to stand up, his jaw hurt. His arms were sore. A long exhale came out of his nose as he slumped against the wall again. That's right, a late night visitor had disturbed his rest for the ninth time this month. Jabber wouldn't leave him the hell alone. He'd been fed up with losing important sleep to the raider 'dropping by for a chat'. The thing was, Jabber kept showing up unarmed. No rings, no hidden knives up his sleeves. Just that stupid mouth that wouldn't shut up for five minutes.
"Do whatever you want, just let me sleep."
Damnit.
He shouldn't have been so lax, it was Jabber for god’s sake, but the job that day had been particularly exhausting. He figured Jabber would just be there. Talking, watching, insisting on laying next to him. He hadn't even opened his eyes to check his hands, what a fool. The words he said kept ringing in his head, the response even louder.
"Whatever I want? Oh, you shouldn't have!"
He bit down on the gag in frustration. Yeah. You could say that again.
Zanka started taking in his surroundings more, he was in some kind of supply closet or warehouse. There wasn't any light besides the lantern Jabber had set up, so it was hard to tell what items were nearby for self defense. His vision started to blur again while his eyes darted from shelf to shelf. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, saliva pooling just to drip from the corners of his mouth.
What the hell did he give me this time?
The door peeked open, an all too giddy man bounced in and crouched in front of him again. Claws tucked away, an obvious tent in his pants that looked fake.
"Hey Zan-zan," Jabber's tone was far too cheery. He bobbed back and forth while he spoke, excitement pouring off him. "You feeling funny yet? Neurotoxin should be mostly gone by now, but this new one'll be ripping through you soon enough."
Zanka felt something coil in his stomach. A sick mixture of fear and anticipation that only grew as Jabber lifted his shirt and traced his nails along the cuts he'd made previously. A groan slipped past the gag in his mouth as Jabber's thumb pressed against the end of a slit, Zanka flinched and turned away as Jabber's face got closer to his. Zanka heard the raider lick his lips far too close to his ear for comfort, his face burned.
"Yeah, that's more like it. Now you gonna make some reaaal pretty sounds for me, aren't you? You gonna moan and scream and whine? Gonna let me know just how good it feels?"
His body felt hot. The coil in his stomach shifted further from fear and closer to desire. His skin tingled everywhere the raider was touching, body betraying him and pressing into the fingers on his torso. It felt good. He hated it. He wanted more. Wanted those devilish fingers to trail down his stomach and press against his dick more than anything. Zanka glared at the raider with all the malice he could muster. It must've looked pathetic.
Jabber's breath was hot and shaky against his ear, a quiet chuckle, and a wet tongue joined soon after. An indecent noise tore out of Zanka's throat, muffled by the gag. Jabber's hand snaked up his torso to hold his head in place as his tongue laved over his ear, split ends dipping into the outer shell and inner canal simultaneously. His fingers gripped his hair, pulling Zanka's head back to bare his neck.
Jabber hummed. "Man, you look real tasty." His tongue found Zanka's collarbone, a long wet lick traveled up to his earlobe. He played with the earring for a moment before placing a harsh bite on his neck. Zanka jumped, a soft whine in the back of his throat turned into a drawn out moan as Jabber sucked a bruise into his skin. This continued...three, five more times until Jabber was satisfied. Zanka couldn't tell how many hickeys he actually had. It didn't matter. Jabber's mouth made its way back against his ear, shoving his tongue back inside. Zanka panted and wriggled in Jabber's grip. Too much, not enough. Jabber ran his teeth along the shell before biting it lightly. He placed a wet kiss on it, speaking directly into his eardrum.
"Youre being a really good boy, Zanka."
Shit.
A moan escaped before he could swallow it down. His body trembled, relaxing in his captor's grip and turning towards him with pleading eyes. Zanka felt his clit throb in time with his heart. Rational thoughts were tucked away willingly. Jabber wasn't gonna kill him, not tonight. Maybe not ever.
The grin plastered across Jabber's face grew...somehow. He looked utterly delighted as he stood up and watched Zanka try to follow his touch.
"Thats all it takes?" A giggle-laden question. "Start wagging your tail at the simplest praise? I get that... I feel real good when people insult me. 'Specially when you do."
Jabber tilted his head, his eyes ran up and down the man below him. It was definitely hitting him now. Aphrodisiacs were always fun to play with alone, but seeing the cleaner twitching his hips up in a desperate search for friction made him consider keeping some on him at all times. Jabber looked at the staff off to the side and bit his lip.
"Wanna know what we were up to while you napped?" He kicked the staff up, caught it with one hand and twirled it theatrically. The pronged end landed on the ground by Zanka's crotch. It wouldn't slide into him at this angle, but he could easily glide it between the folds of his pussy. "Y'know, you squirt a lot when you get something in you. Can't wait to see what happens if you don't."
Zanka's eyes snapped between his instrument and his captor, Lovely's arch a perfect seat for two. Jabber could practically see the thoughts run across his face. Shock, want, shame, need. Zanka drooled as he thought about the sensation of Lovely against his dick, haze in his head making it hard to care that Jabber would be watching him rut against his most precious object.
His body still trembling, Zanka adjusted his spot on the floor best he could so the curve was in line with his dick. It didn't reach. He shifted his hips forward until the ache in his arms was too much. He still couldn't reach, shame washed over his face again as Jabber laughed at the show below him.
"Wow man, that didn't take long! You done this before?" Jabber slithered down the staff, straddling the other end of the prong and making obscene noises as he humped against it. Laughing in Zanka's face as it twisted into an anger he hadn't seen before. Jabber felt the strap he was wearing brush against his clit and let out a genuine moan. Sucking in air through his teeth and rubbing against it over and over.
"Oh I get why you do this. Haah- yeaah..." Jabber gripped the staff hard, thrusting the toy in his pants against the prong hard enough to scoot it across the floor. It nudged closer to Zanka, need visibly dripping from his mouth as Lovely finally came into contact with his clit.
Not enough.
He shifted his hips down, Lovely rubbed against his entrance. Slick coated the cloth wrapped around her prong. Disgusting. Beautiful.
Not enough.
Jabber studied the cleaner's face. The furrow of his brow, eyes squeezed shut. They fluttered open when he'd thrust the staff hard enough to move it. It had to hurt with how hard it would press. Zanka's head wouldn't stay still, lolling to the side as he rutted against his beloved instrument. Jabber wanted to lick the drool off his face. Wanted to give him a bloody nose just so he could lap it up off him. He reached out to grab the wire of the basket and yanked Zanka's head to face him. Zanka's eyes snapped open to meet his, tears welling and threatening to drop.
"That muzzles savin' you from me..." He panted, pushing his cheek up against the staff. "I wanna kiss that cute little face of yours all over..."
Jabber licked the staff, magenta locked with grey. Split tongue wrapping around the girth. Zanka's eyes rolled back as he came. He choked out a sob, rutting against Lovely with an intensified fervor. His arms hurt. His mouth hurt. His body hurt. It still wasn't enough. The heat in his body only grew as he came down from the high of his orgasm.
Jabber released his grip on the muzzle, giggling as he pulled Lovely away and tossed her to the side and paying no mind to the muffled protests. He wiggled out of his pants, toy bobbing in the air as he discarded them. Jabber crawled towards Zanka, manifesting Mankira and dragging the claws blunt side up the blonde's face. He hooked his pointer in the rope that bound Zanka's wrists together, smirking as fire returned to Zanka's eyes.
"What, you mad? Wanted to keep fucking yourself stupid on your stick?" He curled his finger, watching the rope begin to fray under his claw. "That’s too bad...I got more planned for you."
His claw ripped the rope in half. Zanka swung himself into action and gripped Jabber's wrists so hard he felt the bones shift. Joining them in one hand, he gathered Lovely and slammed her prongs over Jabber's arms, pinning them above his head. Zanka used one hand to unlatch the muzzle, spitting the gag out and stretching his mouth for a moment.
"Aww, I wasn't done playing with you yet." A genuine pout formed on the raider’s face, it turned into glee as Zanka stared daggers down at him.
"I don't give a damn."
"Yeah, I can see that." His eyes dragged up and down the cleaner's body. "You just gonna sit there and look pretty or...?"
A flash of want, then annoyance. Jabber chuckled as Zanka's hands gripped Lovely harder. His voice came out in a whisper. "Put them away."
"Hmm? Didn't catch that."
"Put. Your damn claws. Away." Zanka's teeth grit together as he speaks. Brows furrowed and twitching. A bead of sweat fell down his cheek. Jabber wanted to be under that gaze for the rest of his life. Mankira dissolved back into rings lining each finger. He wiggled them as if to say 'there, happy?'.
Zanka's face relaxed, his head tilted to one side as he lined himself up with the strap attached to Jabber. The raider started to say something else to him but he wasn't listening. His hole was sufficiently slick from everything that Jabber had already put him through, descending onto the toy with ease. His mouth fell open, eyes fluttering with each inch until he was fully seated. Drool spilled from his lips again, landing on Jabber's neck. Zanka adjusted his grip on Lovely and began to lift himself up, his eyes rolled back as he all but slammed his hips back down. Zanka whined, finding as steady a rhythm he could on quaking legs.
Jabber groaned loudly, lifting his hips up to meet Zankas. Each thrust pushed the back of the harness against his dick, Jabber bit his lip and moaned at the sensation. The movement nudged Zanka enough to shift the staff a bit, loosening the hold it had on his arms. Zanka didn't notice that Jabber's arms wiggled free from his grasp until it was too late. Nails dug into his thighs, sudden hard thrusts punching the air out of him. Zanka held onto Lovely for dear life as Jabber fucked into him deep enough to hit his cervix.
"I told you I wasn't done." Jabber panted, the air between them growing warmer. A harsh snap of his hips pulling a sweet, pained whine from the cleaner’s lips. "So perfect, so pathetic. Can't even try and stay in control of me tonight huh? Just want your holes filled until you can't think anymore..."
Unfocused eyes dropped overwhelmed tears onto Jabber's cheeks. Zanka's hair made a short curtain around his face, shielding it from the light so Jabber couldn't fully see his expression. His hips were stuttering, letting the raider do most of the work as another orgasm approached.
"You even got any thoughts up there right now?" Jabber's voice hid no desire. Snaking a hand up Zanka's stomach, he scratched his nails down hard enough for it to mark. The muscles twitched violently under his hand. "I don't think you do...the Zanka I know would be fightin’ back against this. Must not care about being a slut anymore."
Zanka's moans turned into animalistic groans each time Jabber dragged his nails across his skin. He almost regretted telling him to put Mankira away. Almost. His grip on Lovely slipped, his body folded over Jabbers. Giving in to the assault on his senses.
"Please, please," Zanka sounded worn, his voice was horse. Grinding down into each thrust. "Not enough!"
A hand gripped his shoulder and flipped him onto his back. Lovely clattered out of his grip in the background, catching Zanka's attention for a split second. It didn't last long as teeth sunk into his neck again. Harder this time. His hands clamored for something to hold, gripping the fabric of Jabber's hoodie. His body couldn't decide if it should pull him closer or push him away. Jabber pushed back into him, pounding the cleaner into the floor as he kept sobbing out pleas.
Jabber dislodged his mouth from Zanka's neck, soothing the bite with his tongue and moving to a new spot. Prominent canine marks like little fangs littered Zanka's neck until Jabber's mouth found his ear again. He moaned directly against it, licking a stripe from lobe to hairline. A guttural scream, a wet gush against his thighs. Jabber sighed and cooed as Zanka came. Every time he pulled out more spilled, until Zanka clenched down on the toy like it would never return. Jabber rocked against him, letting him ride out the orgasm as long as he could handle.
Zanka's chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. He felt himself twitching around the toy in him, afterglow clouding his thoughts. His eyes drifted shut as exhaustion crept into his bones.
"Hey," a pair of fingers pinched one of Zanka's nipples through his shirt. "I haven't finished yet."
"D'whatever ya want," Zanka mumbled. "Just lemme sleep."