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Jabber stared at the roof of his room, the bright sun poking out his window, creating a shine of light on his rings that made him squint as he flexed his fingers. He fiddled with the edge of where the bandages on his chest ended, the cold feeling of the new wrapping squeezing around his chest. “‘M bored.”
Cthoni sat on the stack of boxes forming some kind of chair next to his bed, tapping away on the silver glass of her collar as she dismissed a quick call. “We just finished rewrapping your poor excuse for a binder. But to stay on topic, perfect timing. The boss says there’s a cleaner nearby too close for comfort and wants you to do something about it.”
“Where? ‘N who?” Boredom almost instantly evaporated from his eyes as he jumped up and pressed his palm on the small of his back, bending backward until a loud ‘CccRRACK!’ echoed through the room. He tightened the purple fabric wrapped around his waist, adjusting the bright lantern.
He was already strutting out the door before Cthoni grabbed him by his large hood, pulling him back without even looking up. “Hes about a mile away. I think it’s a perfectly fine distance— we think he’s out for a mission in the village there. I would’ve left it alone, but, Y’know.” She tapped on her collar again, ringing a specific person. “—Zodyl’s paranoid when it comes to this stuff. You also gotta put a friggin shirt on, idiot.”
Jabber's eyes darted to the white and red collar wrapped tightly around her neck, lightly vibrating from the dial of the call.
“Who-dat?”
“None of your business.” She waved her hand and pointed to the doorframe. “Get dressed. Leave.”
Jabber squinted his eyes and enthusiastically sat back down on his bed, the stained white sheets faintly creaking from the pressure. “No, I don’t think I will. I wanna know who you’re calling.”
“It’s… a guy I met.”
“Oh?”
Cthoni lightly jabbed the back of his neck, a light wince coming from the taller man. “Yyeeowch!” He giggled. She rolled her eyes, bringing her finger back to the door, emphasizing it with a swing of her arm. With her other hand, she threw a plain, black tank-top at him, along with a purple hoodie. “Ouuutt.”
He quickly threw the tank-top on with ease, but he struggled to fit the large hoodies sleeves over his thick wrist accessories. “You still didn’t tell me which cleaner it is, by the way.”
She moved her finger in a circle, her knuckle faintly clicking as she thought. “Oh. The stick one. Y’know, the one with the blonde mullet and brown undercut? Two eyelash colors, weird blue eyes?”
Jabber darted out the door.
***
Jabber threw the hood over his thick locks, darting through the large crowd of the village with ease. His eyes squinted every time he spotted a blonde in the crowd, but it never ended up being the blue eyed man he was looking for.
He rested his hand on the concrete wall next to him, wiping a drop of sweat off of his upper lip. “Goddamn. Why’re so many people here?”
As if it were an answer from the universe, a sudden vibration ran up his spine as the collar wrapped around his neck vibrated. He brought a ringed finger to the silver button, his painted nails scratching against the metal as he answered the call. “Whaaatt?”
Cthoni’s staticky voice ran through the collar. “We—e miscalculated. It’s not just z—sh—Zanka there. The other three are there too.” Jabber rolled his eyes and groaned. This mission was getting a lot less exciting than he thought it would be.
“So what, I’m supposed to fight all four?” His calloused fingertip rested on the button as he scoffed. “I mean, I can try. Might get me one hell of an ass-beating.” Heat rises to his cheeks from the thought, a small grin tugging at his face. The thought was quickly dismissed because of the cold voice coming from his collar.
“No, you can’t let that happen. You don’t have to fight them, just… k—khhhh—keep an eye on them. Make sure they don’t get any closer to base.” Before a word could do as much as roll off Jabber's tongue, the call ended with a sharp click.
His hand rose from his collar to his locs as he roughly tugged on one in frustration. He really wasn’t in the mood for any of this. The only reason why he accepted the mission at all was because of the mention of his favorite cleaner, who he clearly wouldn’t be interacting with much because of Zodyl’s rules.
A smile threatened to tug at his lips again. But then again, when has Zodyl’s rules ever stopped him?
He looked to his side, and the wall he landed on just so happened to be the side to a bakery. Well, I could use a snack.
He lazily opened the door, the black lining ringing the bell at the entrance. He was quickly greeted by a short woman with pink hair, yellow eyes, and a bright smile. Her name tag read Belle.
“Welcome!” Her voice sounded as cheery as her appearance and felt as bright as her star-like eyes. “Just you here today?”
Jabber nodded, taken aback from the sudden friendliness. “Uhh… yeah. I’m not planning on staying long, just wanted to pick up something quick.”
“Ah, so I assume you won’t be sitting down?” She skipped behind the counter, the sudden sweet smell hitting him so hard he almost got whiplash. “Mm, no ma’am.”
It stayed weirdly silent for a bit. Jabber waited for the woman to say something— ask him what he wanted, how his day was, anything to keep the happy mood alive. Instead, she just looked… faintly concerned.
He later realized that she wasn’t even looking at him, but looking at something behind him. He turned around, searching for whatever could’ve ruined the mood, and was greeted with a familiar face.
Zanka sat at the desk near the entrance. Seems that his eyes were trailing him since he stopped on the wall to the bakery. He looked extremely silly and even more so angry. His eyes were practically bulging out his head.
Belle's sudden voice rang through Jabber's ears. “Uhhh, do you know him, sir?”
Jabber lightly laughed as he turned around and waved his hand. He could see the relief slip into Belle's expression. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. He’s a good friend of mine.” Zanka’s expression stayed. If anything, it grew even more intense.
A smile grew on her face. “Ah, alrighty! So, what can I getcha?”
***
The bell rang again, and Jabber stood right outside the doorframe.
His rings gently scraped the white paper bag as he dove his hand in and fished out the pastry he ordered. Just a plain, fluffy croissant.
He brought the snack to his mouth and bit down, the plain yet delicious flavor dancing on his tongue. They added cream too, so that was a pleasant surprise.
He would’ve taken another bite if he weren’t caught off guard from the sudden ringing of the bell, caused by the door being aggressively slammed open and gently closed after Zanka realized his attitude.
Almost immediately, his purple hood was dragged to the alleyway in between the bakery and the building next to it. Just as quickly, his neck and wrists were pinned to the wall by the wood of Assistaff, engulfed by blue flames and turned into cool metal.
“What are you doing here?” Zanka questioned, his grip around Lovely Assistaff tight. Jabber kept his hands up next to his head, his eyes practically burning holes into Zanka’s head.
“Just went out to get a snack.” He slid one of his hands out of Assistaffs grasp, grabbing just where her curve started and tilted it down. “Not everything’s an attempt to get atcha, Zanky!” Zanka rolled his eyes.
The cool metal of Jabbers rings turned into the long, slender claws of Mankira that Zanka knows so well. “But this one could be, if ya want.” Jabber giggled.
Zanka narrowed his eyes and gripped Assistaff tighter, his own sign that he is able to— and will— fight. Before Jabber lunged at him, he scanned the area.
The alleyway was slim, not a lot of fighting room, but it’s good if you know how to latch onto walls and use them to your advantage like Jabber does.
Jabber slid his head from Assistaff's grasp, dashing away with lightning speed. Zanka whipped his head back, looking frantically for the missing man.
“WHUH— WHERE’D YA GO?!” Zanka’s frantic looking was the perfect distraction for Jabber's first strike. With one swift movement, he darted from the floor, to the wall, to on top of Zanka.
The large claw of Mankira slammed next to his head, the sharp edges lodging into the stone of the ground, trapping Zanka. Zanka ducked his head and moved to the other side, getting back on his feet and lodging Lovely Assistaff in between the two walls of the alley.
He grabbed Assistaff with both hands, running up and swinging forward with a big kick to Jabber's nose and jaw, sending him a step back.
He raised his hand to his nose, wiping his upper lip and pulling back to see blood on his calloused fingertip. A wide grin grew on his face. “You’re a hell of a lot stronger. What’re they feedin’ ya?”
Assistaff and Mankira swung through the air, metal clashing against metal, sparks lighting in the air. Through the loud sound of the constant clashing, Jabber's voice broke through. “Hey, ain’t the other three here, too?”
Zanka’s back hit the wall and Jabber ran up, raising Mankira to try and slash through him. The hit was blocked with the stem of Assistaff as Zanka answered. “None of your business.” He yanked Assistaff to the side, throwing Mankira off with it. “But yeah. They’re… somewhere around here. Bet they’ll come looking for me, ‘n we’ll all beat your ass.”
Jabber wiped off a trail of drool from the corner of his mouth. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Zanka dashed side to side, going upward as he moved. He darted over Jabber, quickly moving behind him and slamming into him from the behind.
“Gnh!” Jabber turned on his heel before he fell, his head hitting the angle where the wall started from the floor with a thud. The pain shot through his skull, Mankira fading back into plain rings with a pink flame. He lifted his hand and rubbed the back of his head, the delicious pain blooming through his skull. “Fuck…”
“What, yer gettin’ off ta this?” Zanka locked Jabber on the floor by slamming Assistaff on his neck, trapping him there. “I bet you are, fuckin’ masochist.”
Zanka wasn’t far off. Being held by the neck like this, pinned to the ground and Zanka looking down at him, he started to feel his heartbeat travel somewhere else.
Zanka slid his hand down Assistaff, now kneeling on top of Jabber. He spread his thighs and sat on his upper stomach. His hands lifted slightly, but ended up landing nowhere in confusion. What is Zanka doing?
Zanka’s eyes traveled from Jabber's own down to the hood around his neck. “Wanna take that off for me?” Jabber's eyes widened. He rubbed his thighs together. “What?”
The metal of Assistaff turned back into blue wood, Zanka lifting her from his neck to gently set her aside. Once she was safely set down, he tugged at the zipper of his own jacket. “I said take off your shirt.”
Jabber could fully feel his heartbeat in his cunt now, and he felt his inner thighs getting a bit wetter. He rubbed them harder. Was this really happening? “Are you coming onto me?” Jabber giggled, but there was no amusement.
Zanka shrugged his coat off, the clothing landing next to Assistaff. His black undershirt hugged his figure tightly, his lean muscles visible under the dark fabric.
“Do you wanna do this?” Jabber questioned. Zanka’s face remained neutral but his eyebrows furrowed, and a faint tint of rose was clear on his cheeks.
“What do you think?”
Jabber's hands landed on Zanka’s waist on instinct, running his hands down his hips in a caress. His waist really is small. Zanka unclicked the blue fabric around it, discarding it along with his pouch.
He bent over, diving in for a kiss. Jabber almost immediately grabbed Zanka’s face, caressing his cheekbone as his tongue slipped in his mouth.
He took his time exploring, licking the roof of his mouth and tilting his head to dive deeper in. He slipped his tongue under Zanka’s, licking upward. Zanka moaned into his mouth, the vibration swallowed by Jabber, making him whimper slightly.
Zanka noticed the man beneath him start to get squirmish as he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their tongues. His thighs squeezing together even more tight as they progressed. Zanka pushed himself back and gently separated his legs, Jabber's hands moving to Zankas shoulders as he lowered himself. “You gettin’ hard already?”
Zanka moved his hand under Jabber's hoodie and tank top, resting his hand on his stomach. He continued to raise his hand until the clothing was forced over his head, revealing the worn bandages tightly wrapped around his chest.
He traced the purple hem of his pants, and Jabber could feel his clit throbbing against his underwear. The beat only intensified when Zanka pulled both his pants and his underwear in one go, his cunt exposed to the cool air of the alleyway.
Zanka’s eyes slightly widened. “Ah.” Jabber turned his head away, covering his face with one hand and keeping an iron grip on Zanka's shoulder with the other one. A muffled “sorry…” could be heard coming from him.
“Should’ve warned you or some—“ before Jabber could finish his sentence, he was silenced by the look Zanka was giving his body.
A look of understanding, affection, and hunger.
Zanka dove headfirst in between his legs, his rough fingers squeezing at his thighs.
“—ah!” He clicked his tongue. “Didn’t even let me finish my sentence.” Zanka couldn’t respond with his mouth full, his lips wrapping around his dick and sucking gently before moving down to his soaking cunt.
He could feel him lick up his folds, his fingernails digging deeper into the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as he buried his face in between his legs. He felt Zanka’s rough palm trail higher, his fingers resting below his stomach and on the curly hair there as he stretched Jabber's pussy further with his thumb. “Fuck, Zanka,” He managed to breath out.
He could feel his hot breath fanning over him as he pulled back to take a breath. Taking advantage of the moment, Jabber pulled himself up to look at his face.
Zanka’s pupils were blown out, and his slick covered his chin and lips. He looked back up to meet Jabber's stare, not once breaking eye contact as he licked his lips and dove back in.
He spread his thighs even farther apart, softly tracing the line where the inner thigh curved into his cunt as he lowered himself, licking his hole. He let his nose bump against his clit as he pushed his tongue inside.
Jabber threw his head back, a bead of sweat running down his temple. Despite the length of Zanka’s tongue and how much he’d prefer another thing shoved inside him right now, the constant movement made Jabber's thighs tremble and dare to close.
It’s like Zanka could read his mind, because he immediately tightened his grip on his thighs to keep them open and pressed his thumb harder into his mound. His nails lightly scratched his lower stomach as he gripped him tighter, making his belly hitch.
Jabber's hands moved from Zanka’s shoulders to his hair, pushing him deeper and lightly thrusting into his face. His thighs shook, but spread wider as he laid back.
His locs hit the cool concrete beneath them. His eyes squeezed shut and his breath hitched when he felt Zanka’s tongue brush against his sweet spot, and he could’ve sworn he felt Zanka grin against his cunt when he found it.
Zanka didn’t waste any time, immediately aiming for the one rough spot inside Jabber. He moved his head back and fourth, emphasizing each thrust of his tongue. Jabber let out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Honestly, Jabber couldn’t believe Zanka was letting him do this— letting him do anything like this. He thought the only type of touching Zanka would be doing was sharp punches to the jaw, hard pulls at his hair. Not… this. Jabber wasn’t complaining, though.
Zanka pulled back for a breath again, but this time, he pulled himself up to tower over Jabber. One hand stayed resting on his inner thigh, the other wiping his own mouth with a swipe of his thumb, then grabbing Jabber’s jaw and pulling him in for another kiss.
He tasted himself on Zanka’s tongue, feeling warm and salty. Zanka pushed his mouth harder onto his, forcing Jabber's own cum down his throat. Jabber happily swallowed.
The hand that rested on his thigh slithered to the side. Zanka slotted two fingers against Jabber’s clit, rubbing hard and fast, occasionally sliding down to run against his folds. Whimpers were pulled from his throat with every movement, the sounds vibrating against their lips. Jabber pulled away, and he could feel Zanka’s fingers slow down against his cunt. “You okay?”
Jabber’s back stiffened ever so slightly. He was never asked that before.
Jabber released his tight grip on Zanka’s hair, soothing his hands down his nape and lightly tracing his upper back, the cold metal of his rings sending a shiver down Zanka’s spine. “Yeah. Keep going.”
Zanka slid his fingers lower, lightly padding at Jabber's throbbing hole. The tip of his index finger slid in, it was easy with the mix of saliva and the obscene amount of Jabbers slick as moisture. He lowered his head and lightly kissed the corner of Jabber's mouth. The latter let out a breathy moan, lightly rocking his hips against the finger.
Zanka dived his finger deeper, Jabber's pussy swallowing it whole. He squirmed against his hand, the rhythm of his hips only growing more aggressive. He dug his head in the blonde man’s shoulder when he felt a second digit make its way inside him, a small “ah” escaping him.
Zanka curled his fingers, watching, almost examining Jabber to see his reaction from his shoulder. Said reaction was him arching his back, his hands which previously laid on Zanka’s back raising to tightly grip his shoulder. From where his face is, he opened his mouth to lightly bite on the soft skin of Zanka’s neck.
Zanka muffled a moan, slightly tilting his head as if to give Jabber better access. Jabber bit harder, the taste of metal growing on his tongue. He pulled back from the bite— a large, dotted, crescent shaped intent molded into his neck. He lowered his head again to suck where the bite was, hard.
A purple bruise bloomed on pale skin, next to a harsh bite that looked like it was left by an animal— both left on an area which would be easy to cover with clothing. The last bit irritated Jabber a bit, so he raised his head to nip at where Zanka’s jaw faded into his neck.
Zanka spread his two fingers, scissoring inside of Jabber with a quick speed as if he were telling him, don’t you dare. He whimpered from the feeling, but ignored the warning, harshly sucking where he was previously leaving gentle nibbles. Once again, a red mark flowered there.
Jabber pulled his head back to admire his work. The hickey he left definitely couldn’t be covered by the turtleneck Zanka always wears, so it would be out in plain sight for everyone to see. Perfect. His admiration was interrupted by the feeling of a third finger starting to pad at his hole, pulling a gasp from him.
“Damn, three?” Jabber croaked, his voice raspy. “Slow down, pretty boy. Remember that we’re in public.” Zanka lifted himself up from his position on top of Jabber to look behind him, the sudden reminder of where they were hitting him like a train.
“Oh, shit. How long have we been doing this?” His third finger subconsciously slipped inside Jabber, leaving him with his head hardly pressed against the concrete. “Hah… you got people waiting for you, d-don’t you?” Jabber sarcastically questioned. He tried to keep his voice proud, but the feeling of being full by Zanka’s fingers wiped all his dignity from him.
“Yeah. Guess we gotta make this quick.” Zanka looked back down, his blue eyes practically glowing in the dark lighting of the alleyway. The wide grin he knew all too well grew on Jabber's face.
Zanka thrusted his fingers inside Jabber, quick and hot, and dove his head down to harshly bite at his shoulder. Jabber jerked his hips forward and moaned, his hands finding their way to Zanka’s hair again.
Zanka dug his teeth in the tan skin, blood pooling from where he was biting. The harder he bit, the louder Jabber's moans grew, to the point where he had to slap his hand over his mouth to keep quiet.
While Zanka’s mouth clung to the sensitive skin of Jabber's neck, he repeatedly thrusted his fingers inside Jabber's cunt, curling them to brush against his sweet spot. The movement knocked all air out of Jabber, repeated “uhn-ha” sounds being dragged from him with every hard thrust of Zanka’s fingers.
Jabber could feel the heat pool low in his stomach, bringing his thighs together to squirm as tears pinched in the corners of his eyes. “Nnn, I-I’m close…” he managed to drag out.
Zanka released his bite, soothing over it with small kitten licks as he thrusted his fingers harder— no longer brushing against Jabbers g-spot, but hitting it dead-on. Jabber really couldn’t make any kind of sound anymore with all the air being knocked out of his lungs.
A final whine erupted from the back of his throat as he came, his slick coating Zanka’s fingers as he bucked his hips, dragging out his release. Zanka brought his other hand up to press it against Jabber's mouth, keeping him quiet.
Wave after wave of pure pleasure flowed in Jabber, breathy moans and small whimpers all muffled against Zankas hand. When Zanka felt him calm down, he removed his hand from his lips, a small trail of saliva keeping them connected from where Jabbers drool covered Zankas hand.
He pulled his fingers out from inside Jabber, releasing a large sigh. “D-didn’t know you had it in you, Mr. Bad Attitude.” Jabber giggled, his body limp on the floor, basking in the aftershocks.
Zanka lifted himself up, grabbed the blue fabric he discarded and clipped it back around his waist, along with his pouch. He reached down to grab his jacket, slinging it over his shoulder. His grip tightened around Assistaff, carefully bringing her up with him. “Will ya be okay?” Zanka stared down at Jabber.
The brunette replied with a weak thumbs up. Zanka nodded, and turned around, facing the opening to the alley. He waved without looking back, walking away. “I’ll see you later, crackhead.”
Jabber was about to attempt to get up and leave himself, before he noticed that Zanka had stopped in his tracks. He watched him hurriedly walk back to where Jabber sat, kneel down, and place a chaste kiss on his lips.
“I’m transgender, too. If that’s anything.”
The rusty blonde stood again and basically sprinted outside, leaving Jabber dumbfounded. He blinked slowly, trying to process whatever just happened. He was still sex-stupid after all, give him a break.
His thought process was interrupted by the ringing from his collar. He hesitantly raised his hand and basically slammed on the silver button. “WhhhhAAATTTTTT.”
Bundus’ voice rang through the collar. “Hey kid, Cthoni’s a bit busy right now, so I’m here to check in. Is everything going okay?”
Jabber looked down, his cunt still a wet mess from the encounter with his greatest rival. “Uhhhhhh… yeah. Great. Amazing. Fantastic.”
He heard the mic shuffle from the other side of the call, and Bundus’ deep accent ran through the collar once again. “Okay, good to know. We were a bit worried, given your history with Nijiku and all, that you would get distracted. I’ll let the boss know that you stayed on topic, great job!” The collar clicked as Bundus dismissed the call.
Jabber blinked. Once, twice, thrice. “Yeah… didn’t get distracted at all…” He grabbed his pants and pulled them back up slowly, aftershocks still running through his body from the mind-blowing orgasm. He then reached for his tank top, sliding it back on. He decided to just wrap his hoodie around his waist as he stood up, and finally left the alley.
***
Jabber bit down on the pepperoni pizza, the greasy box left on his floor right next to Cthoni.
How familiar. The two were in Jabber's room again, enjoying whatever pizza was left after the group of savages they call their found family tore it up. The only difference was that Momoa sat next to Jabber on his bed, comfortably laying her head on his pillow as if it were her own, her headphones resting around her neck.
“So…” Cthoni started. “Did the mission go well?”
Memories of last night flooded Jabber's brain. The feeling of Zanka’s nails digging into his inner-thighs, Zanka’s lips wrapped around his dick. One— two— no, three of Zanka’s long, pale fingers buried inside of him and thrusting at ungodly speeds. The rushed kiss and the unexpected confession of Zanka being just like him. His chest felt warm.
“…Yeah, it went fine.”
Cthoni and Momoa gave each other a knowing look, before the green-haired woman nodded.
Before Jabber could even blink, Momoa's eyes started to glow and her pale fingertips pressed at the back of Jabber's neck, her jinki in action.
Jabber watched in horror as her face twisted from amusement to surprise and disgust. “Oh. Ew. Oh my god.”
Cthoni jolted forward in curiosity. “What? What was it? What happened?” Momoa remained frozen, and slowly turned over to Cthoni.
“Zanka and him got in an alleyway and fu—“ Jabber slapped his hand over Momoa's mouth before she could finish her sentence, but Cthoni already processed what happened. “WHAT??”
Jabber internally groaned. He would not be hearing the end of this. He wondered how Zanka was doing in the Cleaners HQ, especially considering the fact that he left a kind of un-hidable hickey.
***
Silence ran throughout the jeep, Enjins insanely tight grip on the wheel evident.
“We left you alone for five minutes. We expect you to come back with some quick pastries for all of us. What do we get?” Enjin lectured.
Zanka currently had his face buried in his palms, his ears burning red. “Enjin, I’m sorry—“
“A ZANKA WITH A GINORMOUS HICKEY ON HIS NECK!!!!” Enjin's voice ran through the vehicle, Riyos snickers poorly hidden.
“Seriously, who did you even click with quick enough that you got down to business that fast?” Riyo giggled, pulling on Rudo, who looked clueless. “Or did you bump into someone you already know?”
Zanka whipped his head around, his red face now clear to see. “N-NO!!!” Riyo wrinkled her nose. “Not to mention that you reek of chemicals right now.”
Riyo pondered for a second, her finger tapping her chin. “Wait, a few smells. Chemicals, anddd…” Her eyes widened in realization.
“Oh shit, who did you fuck?!” The jeep kept rolling, but it felt like everything just stopped in its tracks.
Enjin turned his head around. Rudo covered his ears and banged his head on the chair in front of him.
“…what?” Enjin whispered. Zanka quickly waved his hands, his mouth opening and closing, like he was explaining something but was on mute. Finally, a few words managed to get pulled from his throat.
“NOBODY??? IT'S INSANE THAT YOU WOULD EVEN ASSUME THAT!!!” He yelled, tugging on his hair. Riyo looked like she was in thought again, so he braced for whatever absurd question she’d be asking him this time.
“Chemicals… who do we know that’s heavily associated with chemicals…” she mummered. “Well, I mean, I guess there’s Wonger—“
The mention of his name made his whole body jerk. He immediately knew that he was fucked. He didn’t have to look up to know that Riyo's jaw dropped.
“NO WAY. JABBER?? JABBER WONGER?? THE DUDE THAT WANTS TO KILL YA??? THE DUDE THAT I SHOT UP??” Before Riyo could continue with her countless nicknames for the man, Zanka shushed her by pressing a finger to her mouth. With his left hand, of course.
“NO!! ..well I mean…. Kinda…?” He could feel Riyo's grin spread as he lifted his finger from her mouth.
With Enjin, it was the complete opposite. His cold hard expression was reflected in the glass of the windshield. “So. Jabbers the one that gave you that hickey?”
What was the purpose in lying anymore, at this point. “Yeah.” Zanka softly whispered, almost like a prayer that they would SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!
Enjin's face slowly changed. It almost looked painful. It went from a cold, dead stare to a forced smile with tightly shut eyes, his dimples deep in his cheeks. “Wow…! Zanka’s… got a boyfriend! And he’s a raider!” His grip was so tight on the steering wheel, Zanka was afraid it would break. “That’s amazing. Can’t wait for the rest of HQ to know.”
Zanka and Riyos face dropped at the same time. So did their yells. “NO!!!” Zanka whipped his head around. “Whuh, Riyo?! Why do you care?” Riyo whipped her head with the same speed. “Because! If everyone figures this out, they’ll try to break you up with him! This is the first taste of drama I’ve had in months, Zanka!!!” She grabbed his shoulders and shook him back and forth.
The arguing was dismissed with a wave of Enjin's hand. His face seemed a lot more relaxed now, almost bored. “Calm down, I was joking. I won’t tell anyone about this, but Zanka. If you’re gonna be in a secret relationship with a raider, do it right. Don’t let anyone know.” Enjin rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“How would you know what to do?” Zanka questioned. Enjin's eyes widened and his head perked up. The surprise in his expression quickly devolved, as he almost melted in his seat.
“…Cthoni and I are dating.” Riyo and Zanka coughed at the same time again, and a particularly hard bang on the seat in front of Rudo sent a vibration throughout the jeep.