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There were mini trashbeasts the size of cats invading a town nearby. Zanka thought he destroyed all of them and sent the support team away. Just to be sure, he decided to stay and patrol the area for a bit in case some of the little beasts managed to slip by. Just as he was about to exit an alleyway, a familiar voice spoke into his ear.
“Zankaaaaa”
“What the– Jabber!?” Zanka shouted as he quickly jumped away from the raider who had an irritatingly gleeful look on his face. It was as if he just spotted a fresh cup of water in the middle of a desert, ready to drink it all in one gulp.
Immediately, Zanka assumed his usual battle stance, “The hell yer here for!?”
“By coincidenceee. Just saw ya and had to say hi. Why’d it take ya so long ta notice me?”
“What’re yer talkin about!?”
“Ah, are you a beta?”
“What’s that gotta do with anythin?”
“Hmmm or are you still not at that age yet?”
Secondary sex characteristics typically develop during late adolescence/early adulthood. It starts by what is described to be a light bruising feeling around the nape of an individual’s neck, or what is otherwise the formation of scent glands. Soon after, they’re able to detect their own pheromones and others. While they can instinctively determine another person’s secondary sex based on their pheromones (or lack of), they cannot do it for themselves and either need a blood test or someone to tell them.
If people go on with their lives without any of those symptoms, they’re presumed to be betas but can also take a blood test. Zanka was a year short of the usual range where symptoms start happening, so he hadn’t paid much attention to the whole secondary sex crap yet. Not that it was Jabber’s business anyways.
“Aw well whatever the case I was excited for ya to smell me” Jabber said, faking disappointment as he dodged a swing from Lovely Assistaff.
“Did ya already scratch yerself with those claws? Yer making no sense!” Zanka shouted as he vertically swung towards the raider’s head. Jabber managed to jump a few feet away from the cleaner, still grinning ear to ear with an excitement that was borderline perverted. In fact everything Jabber was saying was making that fight have a completely different tone and Zanka didn’t have the mental shield to block it out.
“Ya wanna hear somethin funny?”
Before Jabber could continue with his joke of the century, mini trash beasts from behind lunged at Zanka.
‘So I did miss some!’ Zanka panicked as he avoided the attacks from the mini beasts. Although the trashbeasts of the town were annoying in the sense that they were as squirmy as regular cats, they were still easy to destroy. What did stress him out was having to split his attention between the agile trashbeasts, and the even more agile Jabber who quickly took advantage of the opportunity and unsheathed mankira. Jabber lunged at Zanka and made a sharp swing of his claws at him, which Zanka managed to avoid by leaping to the side before quickly returning an attack of his own.
This repeated for a few times until Zanka realized that both of their missed hits were landing on the trashbeasts.
‘Is this bastard helpin me?’ Zanka thought as he quickly destroyed the last of the herd. As he turned to look at Jabber, the man was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, a heavy weight from above him tackled him to the ground. Zanka twisted his body and crashed onto his back with Jabber straddling his legs, claws aiming to scrape his skin. Before they could do so, Zanka blocked them with assistaff but Jabber simply pressed down on the staff.
“Lemme give you a small prick hm~”
“Fuck! Get off–”
“Y’know ya didn’t get to hear what I had to say earlier. It’s funny”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass!” Zanka shouted, annoyed at how easy-going Jabber seemed while he was struggling to uphold Lovely Assistaff against Jabber’s claws. He made a mental note to train harder on his bench press if he got out of this alive.
“That day I fought you and shortstack was when I first presented y’know. The lady that pulled me outta there told me I was an alpha”
“...Yer want a cookie or–!?”
“Shhhh stop cuttin me off! We're gettin to the best part! So, I thought I knew everything about my poisons but then I wondered if becomin an alpha would change any effects y’know? Like maybe they’d hurt more or somethin. Well they didn’t. Same old same old…until! One of em had a really interesting side effect. Guess what it is~”
“Don’t know don’t care!”
“Don’t leave me hangin mann” Jabber said as he pressed mankira even harder onto assistaff which caused Zanka’s triceps to burn as he exerted effort into pushing the claws away from him. Zanka looked down towards his legs trying to find an opening…only to see something even more alarming than the claws inching towards him.
“!?...are yer hard!?”
“Been so. Just can’t tell if it’s from the fight or the rut”
“A rut!? The fuck kinda nutjob fights in a rut!?” Zanka asked rhetorically, as Jabber was indeed the type of guy to fight while in a rut.
“I wasn’t tryna fight in a rut but the toxin jumpstarted it haha. And I gotta say, ten out of ten would recommend! If you present as an alpha ya should try it. It really adds to the thrill…Hmmm are ya givin’ up Zanka? I’m gonna get you at this rate~” Jabber said, clearly enjoying himself. In their current position, it was really a battle of strength and endurance and Zanka knew he was at a disadvantage.
Fortunately, not all hope was lost for the amazingly average Zanka.
‘A single opening’ He thought as he looked at his surroundings.
‘Something he wouldn’t expect’ As much as Zanka didn’t want to look down at their lower bodies again, a true opportunist must take everything in their sight.
‘Boner, is it from fighting or is it from his rut?…rut…boner…rut…BONER!...RUT!’ Zanka’s face solidified into determination and gazed up at Jabber’s magenta eyes. Jabber’s smile grew even further, “thought of something? I knew you wouldn’t let me dow–”
In a flash, Zanka let the left end of Lovely Assistaff fall and concentrated all his strength on his right hand to push against Jabber’s claws. Jabber leaned to the side at the sudden shift, but it wouldn’t take even a second for him to quickly take advantage of Zanka using only one hand to push Lovely Assistaff against him.
However, a second was all Zanka needed!
Before Jabber could drill mankira into his body, Zanka’s freed left hand darted and palmed at Jabber’s dick.
Jabber immediately paused at shoving mankira’s claws towards Zanka’s face, opting to simply grip the staff as the man underneath him continued to rub at his cock.
“A-ah the hell ya doin man?” Jabber asked, genuinely confused but Zanka noticed he wasn’t entirely opposed to it.
‘For the sake of the plan!’ Zanka reasoned as he swallowed his mortification and looked just about everywhere besides Jabber’s face and below. What he couldn’t block out was the low noises escaping the man.
Knowing Jabber, he was probably curious as to how a rut felt and didn’t take any suppressants. Zanka guessed that Jabber fighting a presumable beta instead of trying to fuck an omega was probably done out of sheer willpower and his love for fighting being greater than his urge to have sex.
That being said, the young alpha was experiencing everything at full force for the first time.
Even Jabber, who loved pain, couldn’t control his body’s natural aversion to it. Therefore, Zanka doubted Jabber would be able to control his rut-state body receiving pleasure.
Well, in hindsight, Jabber probably was the type that could power through if things really came down to it. But a brief moment of Jabber’s body relaxing and giving in, even slightly thrusting his hips into Zanka’s hand, was all that was needed for his brilliant escape plan.
However, Zanka underestimated how much giving a handjob for the first time would affect his own focus. The grip his right hand had on assistaff unconsciously weakened after no longer needing to push against Jabber. In trying to make Jabber let his guard down, he lowered his own as well which he became painfully aware of as Jabber suddenly gripped assistaff and threw it to the side.
‘Shit should I crush his dick!?’ Zanka internally exclaimed but before he could destroy Jabber's future of having kids, he suddenly felt a pair of lips crashing upon his own.
“I knew I made the right choice goin ta ya. My instincts were goin crazy, sayin to find some omega. What's the need in finding one when my dear pal is willin to help me out” Jabber said as he sheathed mankira back into their ring forms before crashing his lips back onto Zanka's.
This was all…for the sake of the plan! Sure Zanka lost Lovely Assistaff but Jabber's guard was definitely down by now as he was making out with him without a care in the world, yet weirdly enough Zanka was responding to it. Why? For the sake of the plan! Zanka stopped palming at Jabber's dick so of course he'd need to distract the guy with some kissing! For the sake of the plan, he just had to let Jabber unzip the collar of his uniform and let him bite his neck, he couldn't let him focus on his left hand that was gripping Jabber's clothes ready to yank the asshole off! What wasn’t part of the plan was the questionable feeling Zanka felt pooling in his stomach as Jabber sucked on the spot he bit. Then again, Zanka was just an average man, he wasn’t built with an extraordinary immunity for these types of things…he wasn’t even totally… enjoying it…yea he didn’t like it…but for the sake of the plan he had to keep his cool. He couldn't let Jabber know anything was up before the alpha unsheathes mankira in a millisecond and scrapes his defenseless self.
So when Zanka simultaneously lifted his upper body and used his left hand full of Jabber’s shirt to pull him off to the side, everything leading up to that point really was for the plan!
He managed to jump away from Jabber, grab Lovely Assistaff, and run all the way back to the cleaner’s HQ. Oh wow and then he bumped into Enjin on the way there. The older man complimented him on how well he did on his mission! Amazing! Enjin complimented him! Then he went back up into his room, cleaned Lovely Assistaff, took a nice bath, and got a good night’s sleep.
Today was a crazy day, damn was Jabber strong but luckily the average man manages to survive another day. Zanka wouldn’t let the alpha off so easily next time. He’d beat him up for sure. He just has to train harder. He’ll reach that level at some point, but for now, sleep is more important.
That’s how it was supposed to go at least, but as soon as Zanka managed to pull Jabber off to the side, Jabber immediately grabbed the hand that Zanka used to pull at his shirt. It would take less than a second to unleash mankira and claw at his arm, Zanka knew he couldn’t shake the guy’s iron grip off. For the sake of the plan, Zanka lunged and straddled Jabber, kissing him at full force.
“Takin the initiative, I ain’t expect less from ya”
“Jus shut up” Zanka said, putting more effort into kiss- distracting Jabber like his life depended on it. Which it technically did. It was at least working for a bit, as Jabber released his grip on his wrist, only to immediately reach for Zanka’s ass.
“Hands off asshole”
“Huhhhhh how am I supposed to get ya pants off then”
“Who the hell said I’m takin off my pants!?”
“Well my dick can’t go through your pants now can it? Mini me ain’t that strong man”
“Why would yer dick be out anyways!?”
“Don’t look at me like that! I wanted to fight but you was on some bullshit givin me that weak ass handjob. Had to keep the mood goin and kiss ya before I started goin soft”
“Why the hell are yer actin like I should thank ya for that”
“Shouldn’t ya? I mean ya ass was close to losin the fight anyways so that’s why ya switched tactics no? Tryna make good ol’ Jabber fuck you instead of fight since you still too weak to win.
“!.... Aren’t yer still in a rut? Don’t act like yer ain’t the desperate one between the two of us”
“Ya right baby and it’s takin everythin in me ta not just turn ya over and fuck you. Don’t be upset about what I said it’s fineeeee I blame ya bein off your game on the trash beasts. I know you’ll pull some crazy shit next time when ya don’t got distractions” Jabber said, attempting to tug down the waist of Zanka’s pants but was met with resistance.
“We're not goin that far!” Zanka shouted as he entered a slight tug of war battle over his pants with Jabber.
“I like a bit of fight but with the rut thing goin on I'm feeling a little impatient y'know. My dick's killin me man! C'mon you touched me first, don't ya wanna finish what ya started? Or are ya too scared to~”
“I ain’t!-”
“Awww ZanZan is scared~!”
“I’m grossed out if anythin”
“So after all that kissin you still not in the mood? Want me to suck you off?”
“I don’t want any of that crap!”
“So let me put it in already!”
“I just said we ain’t goin that far!”
“Then what’s it gonna be? Ya can’t do anything without the staff. Even if ya try and get it, ya think you’ll be fast enough to avoid one of my claws hm~ Remember why ya even reached for my cock in the first place ZanZan~ Ya gotta get me off my guard and escape, but right now alI I’m thinkin is it might just be better to give ya a lil poke with mankira and have my way”
“Fuck! Lay down then!” Zanka said as he shoved down Jabber with his left hand before sliding his right hand over the waist of Jabber’s pants.
Zanka was a man who went through arduous training at the Hell Guard plus his sister’s personal mentorship. Zanka had already felt the true disparity of hitting rock bottom and while trying to seduce Jabber damn near felt like hitting another low, this is all to say that the average man’s mental strength wasn’t so weak!
‘It’s just a blowjob. Just gotta get him to calm down’ Zanka told himself as he reluctantly pulled down Jabber’s pants and was met face to face with a formidable length.
‘...Should I just bite it off?' Zanka considered before a hand landed on the back of his head. While Zanka could interpret it as Jabber being pushy, it was more so a warning on how quick the man would unleash mankira to claw at his head if he tried any funny business.
Zanka looked up at Jabber’s face which was plastered with a sly grin, “go on~” he cooed. Zanka couldn’t hide his annoyance and simply rolled his eyes before opening his mouth and taking in Jabber’s cock.
If Zanka had to compare, it wasn’t that much different than tasting one’s arm. It was a lot warmer, with a slight saltiness that could either be contributed to semen, sweat, or a combination of the two, not that he was really dying to know. It was of a…considerable size. Zanka really didn’t want to stroke Jabber’s ego but seriously, what was he supposed to do with all that? Was he supposed to make a loop around it with his tongue or something? Maybe draw patterns? But he could barely fit it in his mouth. What even is a blowjob, where does the blow part even come from?
“Yo you givin me me straight teeth. Aren’t ya gonna start sucking already? And don’t start complaining cause I offered to blow ya but you shut me down” Jabber complained. Zanka could tell how sexually frustrated he was. Or maybe it was just overall frustration from having a mediocre fight and then being given an even more mediocre blowjob.
Well, he was an average man after all. Zanka wasn’t really sure what Jabber expected when he chose to ignore his instinctual needs and engage in combat with him. Zanka didn’t have some insane hidden power, much less some insane blowjob techniques.
‘Am I even doin this right?' Zanka wondered as he sucked away with an absent enthusiasm. He doubted the half-assed blowjob he was giving Jabber would do much anyways. If Zanka were to develop into an omega in the future, he was still currently unpresented so Jabber's rut wouldn't be relieved even if he went the full way with him.
Wasn't this all pointless in the end then? Surely Jabber wasn't entirely unreasonable. He couldn't possibly expect Zanka to go beyond his biological means and actually expect to help with his rut. The guy needed a suppressant!
“Hey-”
“Ngh– who told ya ta stop. You were almost gettin better” Jabber whined before trying to push Zanka's head towards his crotch. Zanka turned his head to the side, avoiding Jabber's cock which ended up sliding upwards on the side of Zanka's face, humiliatingly so.
“Listen! Even if you did finish it wouldn't do anythin”
“Too much talkin too little suckin, the rut's the only reason I'm still hard Zanka you gotta try harder~”
“That's my point, there is no trying harder! A rut can only be solved by doin it with an omega or takin a suppressant. We're jus wastin each other's time!”
“Hmmm so ya want me to find some omega in this random town and fuck them? Do y'know how fucking long that's gonna take!? Not just anyone's gonna do it for me y'know! It's gotta be someone strong!”
“Why the hell would they need to be strong??? It's sex not fightin! Yer rut-body wouldn't give a shit about who it is. Any omega would do yer jus bein picky for no reason!”
“My body's a temple”
“Fuck! I ain't even sayin to go ahead and whore yourself! Let's find a fucking suppressant and be over with this crap–”
“Blame your ballsack grabbin hand on startin this crap!” Jabber said as he gripped a fistful of Zanka's ash hair and pulled him to the ground. Their positions were once again reversed with Zanka's wrists being pinned by Jabber's hands as the latter dove in for a kiss.
Zanka bit down on his lower lip but Jabber seemingly enjoyed it as he simply forced his tongue into Zanka's mouth, swallowing the blood pooling from his mouth. Jabber wasted no time in tugging off Zanka's pants and revealing the soft skin hidden underneath.
“H-hey hey calm down!”
“You try being edged durin a rut. Now open up~” Jabber encouraged before shoving two left hand fingers into Zanka's mouth. The latter immediately bit down on them but Jabber mearly smiled at the action.
“Finally usin your head ZanZan~ the blood'll help it go in smoother” Jabber said before taking his bloody saliva covered fingers out of Zanka's mouth and gliding it below. Jabber could feel Zanka's singular free hand tugging at his but it didn't do much as he experimentally traced around Zanka's hole before inserting a digit in it.
“Take it out!”
“It's tight”
“No one asked!”
“I'm just wonderin how I'm gonna fit my cock in. Whatever, I'm sure you can take it” Jabber said as he shoved another finger into Zanka's hole.
‘It hurts!’ Zanka thought as he clenched his eyes shut at the pain, his free hand clawing at Jabber's. As much as he'd like to voice it out, he didn’t want to further embarrass himself.
“You're soft…this ain't feelin great at all is it? Well ya get what you give, shitty blowjob shitty fingerjob. Ah, but you're takin it so well. Not a single complaint from ya. Good job~ I hope this feels better soon~” Jabber said before opting for Zanka's neck to suck and lick on as he continued opening up the man underneath.
As much as he didn't want to show any form of enjoyment, it seemed as if Zanka's neck was a particularly sensitive part that made his body react. Coupled with his entrance that was slowly getting softer at Jabber's probing, Zanka felt his body betraying him by the second.
He feels pleasure, disgustingly so. Zanka takes a rugged breath through his nose, his eyes clenching harder than ever. He's trying to distract himself, trying to think of a plan. He's trying his hardest to think of anything besides the slight ridge of Jabber's rings sliding in and out of him, trying to not react to the tips of Jabber's fingers hitting a particular spot. It's too much, but not enough? Zanka bit down on his tongue, hoping that the pain would override the mortifying pleasure he felt building up in his core.
Jabber's right hand released Zanka's left wrist and found its way to his mouth. He dug his thumb into Zanka's clenched teeth and forced him to open, forced him to breathe.
“Don't pass out on me or else I'll get bored. Open your eyes, I wanna see how you look as I do this~” Jabber teased.
Zanka opened his eyes and turned to look at his newly freed wrist. It didn't go unnoticed by Jabber as he trailed his gaze to see what Zanka was choosing to focus on instead of the clearly bigger issue at hand.
The communication device.
“Gonna call your friends? Go ahead I won't stop ya. Tell them how you lost a fight against Jabber again and tried to get out of it with a subpar handjob. Tell them how they gotta hurry up quickly! Though I don't think they'll get here fast enough to save you from what I'm about to do next”
“...”
“I already know what they're gonna say. They'll lie to you ZanZan. They'll tell you it's nothin to be ashamed of, that you made the right call and blah blah blah whatever words that help make pathetic people not feel so weak. They'll say the version you are now, the one that can't do anything but take it, is okay and ya did the best ya could do~ It's not your fault~”
“...”
“Are ya gonna believe them, Zanka?” Jabber eerily questioned as he grabbed Zanka's jaw and forced the man to look at him.
Dark blue eyes stared at magenta ones, their noses nearly touching. Perhaps this was the most intimate gaze Zanka would ever look at someone with, he doesn't think anyone else could push him as far into a breaking point as Jabber could. It was almost romantic how in sync they were, the way Zanka felt a new festering hatred for himself and the man above, and how Jabber could immediately tell. The resentment blossomed in his heart, completely overshadowing certain contrasting feelings. It was better to keep such sentiments tucked away, lest he be further humiliated.
Zanka wrapped his legs around Jabber's waist, pulling their hips closer. What escape opportunity was there to even think of anymore? What right does a powerless nobody have to even hope for one?
Zanka's hands found their way to Jabber's neck. He felt the delicate carotid arteries with the tips of his fingers and even gave a light squeeze, as if trying to imitate having control over someone's life. He was aware, too aware, of who was actually in control as he felt a burning sensation at his entrance.
Zanka's legs pulled Jabber closer, his hands constricting harder. There was a fluid pouring out of Zanka, but they both mistook it for blood.
Azure revulsion continued staring at the magenta abyss, the abyss stared back with exhilaration.
With Zanka's acceptance, Jabber couldn't take from him anymore. At the very least, it'll be mutually beneficial, mutually pleasurable.
That's what Zanka tells himself, comforts himself with, yet he finds difficulty in enjoying the way Jabber ruthlessly snapped his hips forward. On the contrary, Jabber felt completely gratified. He was aroused at the initial resistance, the way Zanka’s body wouldn’t let him put more than just the tip in. It was fitting of Zanka to not let him have anything so easily. When Jabber forcibly pushed past the resistance and felt himself being completely enveloped by the man, he couldn’t help but gasp at just how tantalizing Zanka felt around him. It was a new type of high, something completely different from the adrenaline rush he gets when fighting. Patience was immediately abandoned as Jabber set a cruel pace to increase the addicting pleasure coursing through his body.
“That's right! Ya can’t believe them! Ya gotta strive for more and ngh take your fill too– get somethin at out of this– ahh shit if ya wanna choke me go for it! Don't hold back on me now” Jabber said before hooking an arm under one of Zanka's knees and fucking back into him.
Zanka tried his best to choke, to make Jabber feel as suffocated as he was at the whole ordeal. He tried to focus, but his mind started to fog up. The once painful sensation began to feel unbearably ticklish, attacking his body with no end. The building heat swirling in his core was scorching at him, begging for release. He couldn't control the way his body would jolt every time Jabber managed to hit a particularly sensitive spot.
‘It's too much, too much!’ Zanka wanted to whine and complain, but his pride kept him from voicing it out. He grabbed the back of Jabber's head and pulled him to the crook of his neck. If he was presented as an omega it'd be like asking Jabber to mark him, but Zanka simply didn't want Jabber to see how much he was struggling to endure.
It was then, where Jabber caught a certain scent emanating from the nape of Zanka’s neck. A sweet scent, something that made him bite into it on instinct.
His thrusts turned frantic, the rut was starting to take its full effect and Jabber's mind was plagued with the urge to fill up the man underneath him. Jabber hadn't ever considered being a father but the idea of impregnating Zanka at that moment sounded like the most brilliant idea he had ever come up with. Like he was born to do so.
Zanka could not hide his groans, it was impossible with the borderline violent way Jabber fucked into him. He clawed at his back, drawing blood. It only seemed to spur Jabber on even more as he shamelessly let out a moan.
“...Zanka ah. I'm gonna...”
Zanka immediately felt a premonition as the cock inside him started to throb.
How could he forget about the knotting aspect of a rut? While cumming inside Zanka would be one thing, Zanka wasn't sure if his non-omegan body could withstand a knot.
He was barely able to take Jabber's natural size as it was.
“P-pull out…pull out!”
“It's okay~”
“The knot! You know I can't take- I'm not supposed to!”
“Hmmm you can't take it? You can't do it? Of course ya can baby~ Where's the resolve ya had when you made up your mind to let me fuck you?”
Jabber lifted his head from the crook of Zanka's neck and stared back at his eyes.
“You can do it right? You're not gonna let me down yea?” Jabber's gleaming eyes stared down at Zanka, waiting for his response.
By then, Zanka felt the man swell up. He could feel his own body in a turmoil. One side of Zanka feared the inevitable and wanted nothing more than to shove off Jabber, but an instinctual side of himself wanted to accept Jabber in his entirety.
He quickly chose which side would cause him the least pain, the one that wouldn't make Jabber see him as a coward.
“M-make this count asshole…Cause it ain't happening again” Zanka said as he pulled Jabber in for a kiss, licking over the bitten lip area. Perhaps Jabber's irrationality rubbed off on him. He didn't know. Zanka just wanted to indulge himself for once, do something out of his own will.
Jabber's knot swelling and pumping into Zanka was more than enough to show he was satisfied with his fortitude.
“F-fuck!… ah ngh- ahhh!”
“That's it, take it all in. I knew you could do it” Jabber said as licked the tears Zanka didn't even know were forming. Jabber hadn't completely forsaken Zanka's comfortability and reached down to grasp at his dick. He gave it a couple gentle strokes, pleased at how it was already wet before he touched it.
It didn't take much longer for Zanka to reach his own orgasm. Jabber felt him clenching harder around his knot, his panting and moans being carved into his mind similar to the way Zanka's nails carved deeply into his back.
Jabber kept pressing his hips further between Zanka's thighs, enveloping the male in a bear hug.
Zanka, who was still somehow lucid, felt a slight hard cylindrical bump in the chest area of Jabber. He quit clawing at Jabber's back and slid his hand in between their bodies, past the folds of Jabber's clothes, until he reached the bump. He pulled it out, and if Zanka had any strength left in him, he might've killed Jabber right then and there.
“Y-you had suppressants…the entire time?...”
“...hmm?...Suppre…sants? Suppressantsss…oh yeaa, Cthoni was mumblin somethin about that….then gave me some…didn't feel like takin” Jabber mumbled, clearly in a state of bliss as he further nuzzled into Zanka's neck, licking his bite marks.
“You ass…take them. Even knotting me right now won't calm ya down” Zanka said exhaustedly.
“mmm how can I calm down when ya just smell so good. Let's just…go again”
“Haaa yer so fuckin annoyin” Zanka said, accepting that Jabber was too delirious in his rut state to think critically. He opened the suppressant bottle with one hand and poured out the pills onto the ground. A little act of pettiness before he grabbed a couple pills and shoved them in Jabber's mouth, not caring if it was over the recommended dosage.
“Swallow them” Zanka commanded, not really sure what to do if Jabber resisted. Thankfully, he heard a gulp and sighed in relief. Jabber shifted their positions so that they were both on their sides, still connected. Jabber looked at him, expectantly. Zanka resisted the urge to roll his eyes before placing a hand on the side of Jabber's head.
“Good boy” Zanka muttered, resigned at Jabber's antics.
Unfortunately, with the suppressants not yet kicking in, the praise only spurred Jabber and he couldn't resist going another round right then and there.
Once Jabber was finished with his second knot, the man decided to gain some compassion and dressed himself and Zanka.
Zanka wasn't really sure what Jabber was saying through it all. He thinks his mind blanked out somewhere in the second round and didn't come back until he was propped up against a wall in the alleyway.
“Until next time Zanka. Remember everythin today to give ya some motivation for our next fight” He goaded before giving the dazed male a small peck.
“Ah! One last thing! Congrats on being an omega~ To think you'd present midway through sex, I mean man what're the odds? No wonder I couldn't get enough. Even now I feel like jumpin your bones. Ugh what's stopping me again? Right Cthoni's buzzin me…somethin about the boss man blah blah blah ughh. Well, duty calls, see ya next time ZanZan~” Jabber said before exiting out the alleyway.
Zanka wasn't sure how much time had passed before his bracelet buzzed.
“Yo! You alright Zanka? What's taking you so long?” Enjin asked.
“....J-just wrapping up everything. The trash beasts were small so they hid…it was a pain tryna clean them…all up. And I…I had to do a double check. I had to…make sure there weren't any left…”
“Damn you sound winded. Ya should've kept the support group with you. Want Gris to go pick you up?”
“No! No I'm…I'm fine. I'll just get there…a little late”
“Hmmm…”
“...”
“I'm just sayin this since you're at that age but if you're seein someone, ahem, be safe. Use protection. Don't wanna catch anything y'know.”
Zanka felt like he could honestly die in the alleyway that reeked of sweat, sex, and the stupid bullshit he could now smell called pheromones. Did Enjin have a sixth sense for this type of thing?
“Awkward topic, I know. Just sayin since I don't know if Eisha's ability would work for that type of thing. I'll let you go now. Don't stay out too late”
And at that, Enjin hung up.
The so-called pheromones were making Zanka think slower, think unusual thoughts such as how much he wanted a certain freakshow to come back. Zanka could only brush aside the heaviness in his heart as raised himself up with Lovely Assistaff .
Perhaps a long walk to Headquarters would clear his mind.