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When Zanka wakes up the first time, he doesn’t stay awake fully. Instead, he fades in and out of consciousness for a while, battling with the decision of fully committing to waking up or letting himself succumb to the deep embrace of sleep again. At last though, his body eventually decides it's had enough, and he blearily opens his eyes to stare up at the darkened ceiling of whatever room he was in.
Blinking away the tears gathered around his eyes, he yawns before pressing his head deeper into the pillow. He stretches his limbs to shake off the remaining sleepiness, wincing at the pull of tight muscles. Zanka doesn’t quite remember how he ended up in the room, but as he glanced around, he took note of the clean sheets and monitor next to him. He wasn’t exactly hooked up to anything, but the sensation of waking was similar to the feeling of waking up from a long medically induced sedation.
Had he gotten injured during a fight? Zanka wiggles his toes and fingers to test them out. Nothing out of the ordinary. Aside from some aches here and there - probably due to sleeping strangely - but Zanka felt perfectly fine. So why was he lying on a bed in what looked like an infirmary, like some kind of hospital patient?
A soft knock from the door jolts Zanka fully awake.
Before he could even respond to whoever was on the other side, the doorknob turns and - holy shit, thighs - is all Zanka’s brain can come up with as the door opens.
His eyes caught sight of the figure on the other side of the room. He noticed the red heels right away, giving height to the already long length of the other person’s legs. Pure, white stockings covered up a majority of his legs, but between the garter and the fabric it was attached too, laid an obscene amount of thighs. Bronzed skin seemed to spill out underneath the tight lace fabric.
Even more was the indecent length of the dress he had on, short-sleeved and barely long enough to cover the important bits. Zanka fears that if the other man, for any reason, were to bend down, he would get a flash of his ass right away. The short dress was tight as hell too - hugging all the soft curves of their hips and sharp lines of their shoulder and chest, leaving barely anything to the imagination.
Zanka’s brain malfunctions for a bit as he stares dumbly at the person - the nurse? Had he died, he thinks to himself. Had a trash beast killed him in battle, and as a reward, he was being gifted an absolute dream straight out of some porn magazine?
Maybe those crazy cultists were onto something when they said a higher being existed.
“Oh! Yer awake!” the nurse says, grinning as he walks to the end of Zanka’s bedside, hips swaying languidly as he practically struts towards him. He carries with him a clipboard and hums as he examines Zanka up and down where he lies. His gaze was intense, and Zanka couldn’t help but feel the urge to cover up for some reason.
Zanka’s own gaze roamed across the man's outfit, feeling a hot stir in his groin when faced with the realization of how close he was to bare thighs. Embarrassed, Zanka feels his face start to grow warm as he and the nurse make eye contact. He quickly averts his gaze, instead trying to focus on the nurse's name tag.
‘Jabber,’ it read.
“Hmm,” the man, Jabber, hums, taking out a pen from somewhere and making some notes on his clipboard. “You weren’t supposed to wake up until a little later, but that's fine!” Jabber walks over to a cabinet on the other side and begins pulling the drawers open. “Your tolerance seems pretty high, though. You’ve got practice taking drugs?” Jabber spins around, grinning as he tilts his head to the side teasingly. Zanka couldn’t help but become distracted by the way his hair followed him, cascading down his shoulders.
“Umm,” Zanka blanks out. Was the nurse talking about the sedatives? Zanka was used to getting hurt and having to undergo anesthesia, but he wouldn’t say he was practiced at dealing with drugs. But if that's what the other wanted to call it, then sure. “Yeah, something like that.”
He must have said something funny because Jabber throws his head back and laughs heartily. Zanka’s heart does a little skip in his chest at the sight. Cute, he thinks to himself. Then, Jabber turns around to reach for an item located somewhere on a higher cabinet, and Zanka’s brain practically melts at the sight of the garter belt and panty combo that peaks out from under Jabber’s short dress. His cock twitched at the sight.
Zanka could feel his face turning the same color as the lace underwear, red, as he moved his head away quickly. No one would blame him for peaking slightly though, right? Eyes trailed up Jabber’s legs as he stretched upwards, standing on the toes of his heels as he made lewd noises of frustration at being unable to reach.
Forget heaven, Zanka thinks. This must be hell. Zanka groaned inwardly, moving both of his hands to cover his face as he breathed in deeply. His pants had grown uncomfortably tight now, and he awkwardly shifted the blanket on top of himself in attempts to cover up the shameful proof of his perverse thoughts.
Zanka startles when the bed shifts. Jabber had sat down on the edge of the bed, angling a knowing smile his way. In his hands, a needle.
“Um,” Zanka blinks, hands falling to his side as he stares at the needle in the other's hand.
“Hm? This?” Jabber waves the needle around, watching the way Zanka’s eyes trailed after it. “This is just your next dose of medication!” Jabber scoots closer to Zanka’s side, his hips practically touching Zanka’s legs as he leans in closer. “If we don’t get you dosed up right away, you’ll start feeling all the pain again.” Jabber pouts, placing his hand on Zanka’s thighs. “We wouldn't want that,” he trails his hands upwards, earning a jolt from the man underneath, “Would we?”
Wide eyed, Zanka is barely focused on the needle, unable to tear his attention from the weight of Jabber’s hands on his thighs and the warmth of the others' closeness. The way Jabber's dress kept riding up to show more of his thighs and garter belt also wasn’t helping his concentration.
All Zanka could do was dumbly nod and agree. “Yeah…” he trails off, barely aware of what he was agreeing to. “But uh? What is all of this for again…”
Jabber ignores Zanka’s question.
From Zanka’s brain emerged a question. Who would deny getting a shot from a pretty, long haired nurse in a sexy outfit? Certainly not Zanka. But the real question of the day was - what would you do if your sexy nurse turned around and suddenly stabbed you in the neck with said needle?
Well, for Zanka. “Fuck!”
He screamed.
Scrambling back from the searing pain of having his neck stabbed at point blank range from a needle the length of his index finger, Zanka rears back and moves awkwardly, his legs having become tangled with the sheets.
Holding his hand to his neck wound that was slowly bleeding, he stared wide eyed with his mouth ajar as Jabber tossed the needle to the side and laughed at him
“What the hell is your problem?!” he yells at him. Fuck, he thinks to himself. His neck stung like crazy, and he wasn’t going insane and imagining things; he was pretty sure that there was some sort of sedative mix beginning to quickly spread through his body.
Jabber leans in and places a hand on Zanka’s chest and pushes him down onto the bed. Jabber barely had to use any force due to Zanka’s weakened limbs, and he couldn’t help the wide grin that overtook his face as Zanka struggled to fight back.
“Ohhhh Zanka~” Jabber draws out his name. “You just look so good, all nice and defenseless under me,” he says as he moves to sit on top of Zanka’s lap, making sure to move the sheets so that they are separated only by clothing.
Sitting languidly on Zanka’s lap, Jabber smirks when he feels the hard on Zanka has been nursing. “Naughty.” He grinds his crotch down onto the other man, giggling as Zanka stifles back a groan.
“You!” Zanka grits out, teeth clenched as he struggles to move beneath the nurse’s weight. Whatever Jabber had given him had fully released, and it had made Zanka’s limbs completely motionless. Unable to move but still able to feel everything, Zanka was in sensory hell.
Jabber leans his face closer to Zanka, just a few breaths away from lips touching. “As your nurse,” he whispers, eyes peering at Zanka. “It’s my job to make sure you feel better.” Jabber’s fingers begin trailing up Zanka’s chest. Ignoring the hitch of the other’s breath at the motion, Jabber begins unbuttoning Zanka’s shirt. “Don’t you want to feel good, Zanka?”
Jabber finishes his sentence by fully pulling Zanka’s shirt off, leaving goosebumps as Zanka’s heated flesh meets the cold air.
Zanka’s hard cock twitched under Jabber’s.
Shit, Zanka thinks. Was he messed up for thinking ‘yes’ and for finding the situation kind of hot?
Zanka wants to tear away from Jabber and flee, to fight back and put the other in his place, to show him that it was Jabber who probably would look better underneath Zanka. Okay, maybe not that last one, but whatever, Zanka was distracted.
But he couldn’t. In this position, with toxin fully in his bloodstream, Zanka was at Jabber's complete mercy.
Jabber’s long legs pressed tightly against Zanka’s sides, crotch pressing harshly down against Zanka’s own. Jabber’s panties, fucking panties, were a tease too. Barely obscured by the short dress that continued to rise, up and up. Jabber might as well have been flashing him at this point.
“Oh? Ya like that don’t cha?” Jabber laughs, placing his hands on Zanka’s chest to stabilize himself as he presses his panty covered cock onto Zanka’s own, sighing lewdly as he moves his hips. “Ah,” he moans, “I’ll make you feel real good, okay, Zan-Zan? I’ll be a real good nurse for you. Make you feel all better soon.”
Jabber presses a heated kiss onto Zanka’s lips, moaning into it as Zanka presses back against him. The gasp leaves him vulnerable to Zanka, as the man underneath used the opportunity to retaliate by moving his tongue to explore Jabber’s mouth - sucking on lips and exploring inside. It left the other mewling in desperation for more as Zanka devoured Jabber’s mouth.
Zanka couldn’t move much of his lower body, but he could at least leave Jabber feeling breathless with his tongue instead.
“Hmphh!” Jabber jolts, moaning into the kiss as Zanka pulls away. He couldn’t help but chase the kiss, a string of saliva following them as they separated. He sat for a moment, panting in exertion as he glared at Zanka.
“You know yer not supposed to do that!” Jabber whines. “Ugh, whatever,” Jabber shimmies himself down and slides off Zanka to get lower. “Remember, Zan-Zan, the nurse is supposed to be doing the ‘make you feel better’ part. The patient should just sit back and take it.” Jabber says the last line harshly, hands going to Zanka’s pants as he undoes the buttons on them.
“Fuck,” Zanka groans, taking in the sight of Jabber’s hands withdrawing his hard cock and leaning in close. “Yer so fucking lewd,” he hisses in pleasure as Jabber strokes his cock up and down. Jabber still had Mankira on and the cold of the metal against Zanka’s cock was a dizzying sensation. “Fucking slut,” he moans, throwing his head back.
“Ah huh,” Jabber laughs, stroking faster as he watches the sticky precum drip down onto his hand. “Anything for the patient,” he says teasingly as he tightens his grip on Zanka’s cock, earning a pleasured groan from the other. Jabber draws up his other hand to thumb at the Zanka’s slit, pleased with the way the others’ balls seemed to draw up from the pleasure, hips twitching as it fought against the toxin from earlier.
“Fuck! Jabber! I’m gonna-” Zanka moans, cock twitching erratically from the insane sensation of Jabber’s hands.
“Not yet,” Jabber coos, withdrawing his sticky hands away from Zanka’s cock. He grins quietly to himself at the way Zanka’s hips seemed to follow his retracted hands, as Zanka grunts in annoyance.
Moving, Jabber presses both hands on each side of Zanka’s thighs, head moving closer to the heavy cock straining with release. He presses a lurid kiss to the tip of Zanka’s cock, enjoying the sensation of it twitching against his lips, Zanka’s sweet moans filling his ear. Jabber opens his mouth to take the rest of the cock, tongue pressed flat on the underside to trail the long vein as he moves down onto the member.
He moved to take Zanka’s cock deeper, hand stroking whatever he couldn’t take as he moved up and down lightly, taking more of it in each time. Finally, after a few attempts, Jabber moaned in satisfaction when Zanka’s cock hit the back of his throat. How slutty he must have looked in that moment, saliva dripping down his chin as he took Zanka’s cock like a fucking pro.
“Shit!” Zanka moans. His cock felt like it was going to fall off - the tight and velvety feeling of Jabber's throat was going to set him off any minute. He wanted to thrust into the other's mouth so badly, and the act of being unable to do so was driving him crazy.
Jabber hums, nose pressed down onto Zanka’s crotch as he moves his mouth up and down Zanka’s cock. He sucks sloppily from bottom to top, pressing filthy kisses to the slit whenever he could just to tease the other some more. Jabber couldn’t help the giggle that passed him when he moved to swirl his tongue onto Zanka’s slit, collecting dripping precum, knowing how much it drove Zanka crazy.
“Fuck! Jabber! Baby, I’m gonna!”
Zanka’s hips thrust deep into Jabber's mouth, forcing him to take Zanka’s cock deep into his throat. One final thrust, and Zanka was gone, spilling his sticky cum deep inside of Jabber, who could only moan as he took it. Jabber’s own cock was tight against his panties, throbbing with heat at the sensation of Zanka’s twitching cock in his mouth.
Jabber lets the heedy sensation linger before finally pulling his head away, licking up strips of cum that had escaped earlier. He exaggeratingly hums, propping himself to lean back against his legs as he takes in the sight of Zanka's flustered and panting face.
“Did you like that? Zan-!” Jabber was unable to finish his teasing as Zanka quickly twisted them both, pushing Jabber's weight off him as he switched their position. Pressing down onto Jabber from the top, Zanka's grin turns feral as he moves to pin Jabber’s hands against the bed.
“Did you have fun, nurse?” Zanka moved to press one hand against Jabber’s precum stained panties. The bottom of Jabber's dress had been pushed up, leaving Jabber’s bottom completely exposed. He pressed his hand back and forth to lightly tease Jabber’s cock, earning a drawn out moan from Jabber.
Jabber whines at Zanka's intense gaze. The way he looked at Jabber's wet crotch and thighs made him want to close his legs, but Zanka wouldn’t let him. Instead, Zanka moved his hand away to stroke Jabber’s stocking covered thighs, pressing and squeezing at the full flesh that spilled out of it.
“You’re so fucking pretty down here,” Zanka sighs as he moves to push the panties down, Jabber’s hard cock bobbing free. “Makes me want to fuck you up real good.”
Still pinning the other man's wrists in one hand, Zanka uses the other to press against Jabber’s wet hole. Rubbing back and forth at the entrance, Zanka penetrates one finger slightly in. Jabber jolts at the sensation, shrieking slightly as the rough way Zanka moved his fingers around him.
“Zanka! Wait!” Jabber bucks his hips, moaning as Zanka rubs against a bump deep inside of him.
One finger becomes two, and before Jabber knows it, Zanka is stabbing three fingers straight into his prostate. Twisting and massaging the sensitive gland inside of him. The sensation burned Jabber, the pleasure mounting as he gasped for air. It felt like pure torture.
“You can take it,” Zanka responds, fingers pressing deeper as he pushes Jabber further into the sheets. Each thrust of his fingers had Jabber reeling back, precum dripping down from his cock to his stomach as he was milked. He moaned in desperation, body moving to twist away from the overwhelming pleasure despite his body becoming increasingly limp and boneless.
Satisfied with his prep, Zanka releases Jabber’s hands and pulls his legs up to place them on his shoulders. Jabber keens at the movement, hands scrambling backwards to balance himself as his legs dangle from the others' hold.
“This position-!” Jabber yelps as Zanka presses his cock against Jabber's hole, tip teasing as he lays his fat and heavy member directly against Jabber's sensitive entrance.
Zanka groans, pressing a quick kiss against Jabber's ankles as he lines himself up, moving his cock back and forth to tease him.
“Zanka!” Jabber groans, hips tilted upwards to seek out the pleasurable sensation. His hole was practically begging for more, twitching lewdly as it waited to be filled with Zanka’s heavy cock.
Zanka ignored Jabber's needy whines, concentrating only on moving his hips to rub his cock against the entrance, barely enough as he refused to push inside. “What do you want, Jabber? Hm? What does my slutty nurse want?”
“You!” Jabber whines in frustration, his words coming out like an accusation. His legs kicked back as he struggled to press his hips closer to Zanka. He needed Zanka’s dick in him like yesterday! “Need your cock, please!” Jabber moans as Zanka presses down. “Fuck me-eee!”
An embarrassingly high pitched shriek leaves Jabber's lips as Zanka promptly slams into him, cock pressing down heavily onto his prostate. Precum drips down heavily onto Jabber's stomach as Zanka brutalizes him, the angle leaving Jabber vulnerable to the others' ministrations. All Jabber could do was take it, moaning and squealing as his legs flailed uselessly in the air.
Zanka groans as the tight heat of Jabber's hole basically sucks him in. The walls of Jabber's insides contract and pull him close, as if begging Zanka to fill it and not leave him empty.
“Fuck,” Zanka groans as he hammers his cock in and out. “You’re making me feel so good, babe.”
“Ah, ah! Zan! Zan!” Jabber moans, eyes rolled back as the lewd and wet sounds of their skin slapping filled the room. Jabber’s face flushes with exertion and embarrassment, drool slipping out from his mouth as his tongue rolls out.
Zanka presses his mouth forward to capture Jabber’s mouth, harshly pressing his cock deeper in as he explores the other's mouth. A wet string of saliva dripped between them as they made out. Jabber’s arms wrapped around Zanka’s shoulders as he was pressed deeper into the bed, his legs practically against his ears. The position was absolutely filthy, and Jabber flushed with the heedy sensation. It felt like Zanka was pressed so deep inside of Jabber, his cock hitting places no one else had been deep enough to reach.
“I like you so much,” Zanka pants as he pulls his mouth away from Jabber. “I’ve always liked you so much. You're so fucking good for me, babe. Fuck, I love you.” Zanka was lost in the pleasure of their mating, of his claiming. Cock pressing deeper inside Jabber as if to carve a space in the size of him and only him - Zanka was going to destroy Jabber so that the only cock he could take was his. That the only way he could come - was on Zanka’s dick.
Jabber whined as Zanka claimed him. Heart fluttered in his chest as he rolled the confession in his head, hole pulling Zanka’s cock in deeper inside of him. His eyes rolled back at the unrelenting pleasure. If Zanka kept this up, Jabber really would be ruined from having other cocks. Nothing could ever surpass this.
“Love you! Love you! Zanka!”
The unrelenting penetration continues, Zanka’s cock consistently hitting his prostate and most sensitive parts, leaving Jabber panting and begging for more. Zanka doesn’t relent, pace growing rougher and wilder as he chases the tight coils of his release, balls drawing tight.
“I’m close, Jabber,” Zanka moans into Jabber's ear, hips moving relentlessly against Jabber's own.
“Inside! Inside!” Jabber wraps his legs tightly against Zanka’s back, heels crossed as he presses his hips upwards to meet every downwards thrust. Stars burst behind his eyes as he moans, head thrown back as Zanka hits something so good, it leaves him aching for release.
Zanka pants roughly, hips thrusting once and then twice before the sight of Jabber's pleasure sends him over the edge. Warm, sticky semen fills Jabber's gut, marking him irrevocably with Zanka’s claim.
The sensation of hot cum filling him sends Jabber over the edge, cock twitching wildly as he coats his own stomach, his hips shaking in exertion as he takes everything Zanka gives to him.
Jabber felt so full, the heady sensation leaving him hazy even as Zanka pulled back, soft cock leaving his hole. Jabber whimpers at the sensation.
Zanka presses a soft kiss to his forehead, muttering soft praises along the way.
“You did so good, baby. So good for me.”
Jabber hums. The only sound in the room for a while was the soft panting of their breaths as they both recovered from the scene.
“Zanka~!” Jabber whines in frustration after a few minutes as Zanka comforts him. “You weren’t supposed to break character! What happened to the roleplay?!”
Oh, right, Zanka thinks to himself. “Sorry,” he said unapologetically. “Kinda forgot when the toxin wore off.”
“Ugh,” Jabber groans, head flopping back onto the bed. “This is what I get for exposing you all the time. Your tolerance is too good now.” Jabber grumbles to himself, picking at his filthy dress. “What a waste,” he turns to Zanka, “I really thought you were going to let me be on top for once!”
“Sorry.”
Jabber glares at Zanka’s nonchalant tone. Zanka didn’t sound sorry at all. Jabber grinned. “Alrighty then!” Jabber shifts to move on top of Zanka. “Next time, let's do a stalker and victim scene!” Jabber wraps his arms around Zanka’s shoulders, squeezing tightly to cut off airflow.
“Jabber!”
“You’ll be the victim, of course! And I’ll make sure to use an extra strong dose next time! Okay?!”
Jabber continues his monologue, lost to the silent plea on Zanka's face at his suggestions.
Fuck, Zanka thinks to himself. He was so down bad.
Jabber quiets, staring down at Zanka as he moves to grab Zanka’s hands in his. “Ya wanna know something though?” Jabber entwines their fingers and brings them up to his cheeks. “I think yer real sweet on me,” he chuckles. “Made me go all fluttery inside when you said ya loved me.”
Zanka stares up at Jabber's face, the enamored shine of his eyes as he stares back at Zanka. “Yeah?”
“Hm,” Jabber mumbles, leaning down to capture Zanka’s lips. “Love you lots too babe.”
Zanka hums as he kisses back.
“Sure,”
“Hm?” Jabber tilts his head.
“I’ll be the victim in the next scene.”
“Wa! Holy shit really!? Yer the best Zanka!”