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The whiskey was smooth, far more so than anything he'd ever tasted. It was thick, rich and warm, with notes of caramel that lingered on his tongue afterwards, even though it still burned slightly on the way down. Not as much as Zanka expected though. The perks of high end whiskey, he supposed.
He sat at the bar of the most upscale hotel in the South Ward, and he could almost laugh about the events that led up to this. But none of it mattered, in the end. All that mattered was the information he needed, which he'd hopefully be receiving any moment. Thankfully, no one was paying him any mind, he must be blending in well enough, and he had a decent view of the door, so he could keep an eye on anyone coming or going.
No one overly suspicious was here either, everyone seemingly minding their own business. It was a straightforward enough mission, but there was great risk involved. Hence him being here in the first place, and undercover, so to speak.
Zanka's eyes flicked upwards, movement catching his eye, but it was just the bartender, choosing something from the well-stocked bar from this end of the display. Copper light fixtures hung down from the ceiling, adding to the ambience from the backlit shelving on the wall behind the bar. It really looked striking against the mostly black decor, which Zanka currently appreciated. It was helping him blend in. No one cared that he'd never been here before, or they hadn't noticed. And in case anyone did recognize him, well, that's why he was waiting for his contact, and not out there getting the information himself.
Another man approached the bar, ordering his drink and then lingering while it was prepared. He stood several seats down from where Zanka sat, but he was close enough to cause trouble. Zanka didn't look, didn't turn his head at all, or acknowledge him, but he was hyper aware of his presence. He took another sip of his drink, rolling it around on his tongue, his gaze rising again when the hair prickled at the back of his neck.
Someone stepped up beside Zanka, close enough to feel their body heat, placed a piece of paper on the black, stone bar top and slid it towards him. He glanced downwards again, watching as their fingers lingered, lacquered nails matching the black stone beneath them, and he reached out, the hand withdrawing as Zanka placed his own on the paper. He slid the paper beneath his whiskey glass, one hand holding the glass firmly on top, the other reaching to quickly take the one that pulled away.
Zanka turned his head now to look. A woman, tall, probably taller than Zanka, stood beside him. She had long, dark hair and bangs that fell in her face, and wore all black. A long skirt that looked light and flowy, it probably moved beautifully when she walked. A fitted top, high collared, but sleeveless, showing off strong arms. Interesting. A wide belt around her waist helped to cinch her silhouette, with several thinner ones layered overtop. Zanka let his gaze wander over her, barely containing the smirk of interest that threatened to grow on his face. She looked good, beautiful even, and it wasn't his place to say anything, aside from thanks, but Zanka was still acutely aware of the people standing close to him. He had to blend in, and he was dressed the part, after all.
He reached up to take her chin gently between his finger and thumb, his voice coming softly in a low tone, almost a purr.
"Good girl."
Her eyes snapped to meet his, nearly golden, striking and intense, and she held Zanka's gaze, her lips pressing into a thin line. Zanka smirked as she tilted her head slightly, pulling her chin free with minute movements, and he went back to his whiskey, lifting the glass to take another sip, his hand coming to rest on the paper again.
"Drink?" He offered as a thanks, as most information these days came with a price. She watched as Zanka slowly sipped his drink, her eyes lingering on his mouth, and it made him want to squirm, but he forced himself to stay still, remain casual. She finally gave a small shake of her head, tilting her chin down and looking at Zanka through her lashes.
"I should go." Her voice was quiet, her smile almost playful, eyes meeting Zanka's again with a spark dancing in them. Oh I would love to meet you after, he thought. Maybe he would.
Instead, Zanka just nodded, watching for a few moments as she walked away before turning back to the bar. He let himself take his time finishing his drink, savoring it, keeping an eye on the patrons around him just in case anyone troublesome came in. His fingers itched without his jinki nearby, but if worst came to worst, he could probably do well enough without her in a fist fight before getting away and regrouping with rest of the team. He had an earpiece he could call for backup with if absolutely necessary.
He looked up with a sharp inhale.
An earpiece, which meant the rest of them would have heard Zanka saying good girl. Goddammit… He cringed inwardly at that thought and finished the rest of his whiskey in one go. What will they have thought of that? What will Enjin have thought of that…
It didn't matter, Zanka told himself, trying to stamp down his embarrassment. He was here playing a part to get the info he needed, and now he got it. If he'd acted weird, and not like a man in charge wearing a high end suit in a high end bar, he might have stuck out more. Now he just had to act normal, and make his way out of here calmly, and everything would be fine. Who cared. It was all fine.
Zanka slipped the paper into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, then left some cash on the bar for his drink before heading out. He was staying at the hotel for the night, they all figured that staying here would look more normal than someone who wasn't a guest coming to the bar to partake and then leaving. There were many establishments around, it would seem odd to choose this one otherwise.
He stepped into the elevator, wanting to sigh and slouch and loosen his tie but he couldn't risk anyone seeing anything that could jeopardize the mission, so he held himself together. No one would care at this point, to be perfectly honest, but he didn't want to take the chance. So Zanka waited, watching the floors tick by on the display until the elevator stopped.
He stepped out, walking down the thankfully empty hallway until reaching his room, then swiped his key card to enter. He had to bite back a smile then, because he realized immediately that he wasn't alone in this room. The door had barely closed before he was being chastised for his interesting word choice.
"Good girl!?"
"I'm committed to the part," Zanka began, taking his earpiece out and tossing it onto the table. Before he could say anything else, his arm was grabbed and he was forced against the wall, and Enjin's smirking face appeared in front of his own.
He still wore the black outfit he'd worn at the bar. The skirt, the top, the belts, all of it. His blonde hair fell in his face though, apparently he'd already taken the wig off. Zanka didn't blame him, he'd only worn one once before, but it was itchy as hell.
Zanka smirked back, loving the fire that burned in Enjin's eyes. "C'mon. Isn't part of the fun of dressin' up and playing pretend actually pretending? Besides, it was fun watchin' you try to hold it together." He reached up the pluck Enjin's earpiece out of his ear too. "Don't need anyone listenin' anymore, though."
Enjin raised an eyebrow, his eyes travelling over Zanka as he stood back.
"Why? You got something in mind?"
"Maybe." He stepped away from the wall, trying to ignore the way his heart hammered in his chest, ignore the way Enjin pinning him to the wall like that always had his head spinning, always made him want to beg for more. But playing that part earlier excited Zanka. He wanted another taste.
"I still can't believe I had to wear the dress," Enjin complained, turning and catching sight of himself in the mirror. "This kind of thing would look better on you…"
"People are more likely to recognize me in this area," Zanka tried to argue, his eyes wandering over Enjin's form again. It was easy to get distracted by it. But they were closer to Zanka's home city here, and they didn't want to run the risk of their target recognizing him, disguised or not. But neither Enjin nor Zanka wanted the other to go without them, so here they both were.
Zanka slid the suit jacket off with a small sigh of relief, tossing it over the back of the chair, then adjusted the vest he wore over his shirt, and his tie, and finally the buttons of his cuffs, a move he always found attractive for some reason. When his gaze lifted again, he saw Enjin watching his hands intently. Maybe he thought the same.
Zanka let himself fully take in Enjin's outfit this time, enjoying the form fitted shirt, the belts that cinched his waist (even though it was already narrower than his shoulders), the way the skirt made him seem even taller because of its high waist and just the length of it. Even without the dark wig he looked… gorgeous in that outfit.
But probably the biggest thing was seeing Enjin without his tattoos.
"Besides… You look stunning," Zanka said simply, his voice soft and genuine. "No ink is a little weird though, but… yeah." He felt warmth in his cheeks saying it, as if compliments were something they only said to each other during heated moments.
Enjin's cheeks reddened too, and he looked down at himself.
"Yeah, I, uh… I haven't seen my bare arms in… probably twenty years… almost… This is weird for sure."
"Wow…" Zanka breathed, knowing the basis of why Enjin got his tattoos, but not really much else. "Riyo's makeup?"
"Yeah. Wild stuff…" Enjin let his arms fall back to his sides and looked back at Zanka, not hiding the way his gaze swept over him hungrily. "That looks incredible on you, too."
"Who knew we'd look so good in black," Zanka said with a soft laugh, tugging at his sleeves again. His whole suit was black, just like Enjin's outfit, except the tie was a deep blue, nearly black as well, but with a slight shimmer. It reminded Zanka of Aibo. At least she was here, against the wall in the corner, next to Umbreaker. It had him breathing a little easier.
Enjin hummed, taking a few steps closer, and Zanka swore his hips swayed more than usual. Was he doing it on purpose? The skirt flowed beautifully, just as Zanka thought it might, and seeing it in slightly better lighting revealed they it was actually a sheer, black layer overtop of the skirt, giving it extra dimension. He tilted his head as he watched it. August really went all out with the outfit details, as per usual.
"So… What'd you have in mind, hmm? You said somethin' about playin' pretend?" Enjin got close, standing a breath away, not touching Zanka, but close enough to easily do so. Close enough that Zanka could feel his body heat, and he wanted to lean in, to kiss him, to touch him, but he didn't do any of that yet. Instead, he tried to find the words to describe exactly what he wanted.
Simple might be best.
"Call me daddy," he said, lifting his chin confidently. He still had to look up at Enjin, but the suit gave him some kind of confidence, some kind of feeling that, coupled with Enjin wearing that, had Zanka feeling more powerful than ever.
His words had Enjin sputtering, caught completely off guard, and he nearly choked on the air with his next breath.
"Wh—whoa… I… wow. I'm not gonna lie, Zanka… sayin' good girl to me was… hot as hell. That had me throbbing under this dress…"
Zanka was really wanting to try and play the part of the dominant partner, so he drew in a slow and steady breath, schooling his reaction to that. He let it out slowly, then ticked an eyebrow upwards, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.
"Oh Enjin… you are a good girl, aren't you…" Enjin's eyes narrowed slightly and he sucked his lower lip between his teeth, biting it like he was trying to keep from making a sound. From reacting to Zanka's words loudly and lewdly like he normally would. It was thrilling already.
And just like at the bar, Enjin dipped his head and gave Zanka a shy, innocent little smile.
"Just for you, daddy…."
Jesus… fucking gods in the sphere above… that kind of talk was going to drive Zanka wild. He reached up and took Enjin's chin again, tugging his face close to actually kiss him this time, pouring his hunger into it, letting out a low moan, and humming when he pulled away.
"Come on, sweetheart. Make daddy feel good." It nearly made Zanka cringe to say it, but when would he get another chance to indulge this? Enjin's eyes flashed with a hunger that Zanka hadn't seen in a long time, his stomach swooping at the sight of it. Enjin took his hand and tugged him forward, backing up until they reached the bed, then he turned, pulling Zanka along and getting him to sit down. The way Enjin sank down to his knees afterwards, keeping eye contact, the skirt billowing out around him as he did, had Zanka's cock straining in his dress pants. He looked so good.
He told him so. His throat felt tight as Enjin reached up to undo his pants, taking his time with the belt, the button, the zipper, until Zanka felt like he was going to burst out of them as soon as they were open. But when Enjin leaned in after to lick along his length, take Zanka's cock into his mouth, Zanka moaned, leaning back on one hand, his other combing into Enjin's hair.
"Ohh, that feels good, baby. You do know how to make daddy feel good. Of course you do…" Enjin eagerly swallowed him down all the way after that, humming in a way that Zanka could feel as his cock nudged the back of Enjin's throat, and he didn't waste any time in showing Zanka that he knew exactly what he was doing. Zanka groaned, arching his back, pushing his hips forward, letting Enjin take all of him, and it wasn't long before his orgasm was coiling tight in his gut.
"Fuck, gonna come, sweetheart, feels so fuckin' good." His fingers tightened in Enjin's hair, pulling the strands but holding him tight, pushing his face more into his crotch and Enjin sucked as best as he could, swallowing around Zanka's cock again until he was spilling down his throat with a choked groan.
The sight of Enjin on his knees with his lips all red and swollen, licking them after he pulled off, a deep blush across his cheeks and hunger in his eyes, had Zanka craving him more than ever. Zanka could tell that he was trying to look cute, to still play the part, but Enjin couldn't hide the look in his eyes that meant he wanted to completely destroy him. Zanka wanted to just roll over for him, let Enjin fuck him stupid into this luxury hotel bed, but he wanted to keep playing a little longer.
He reached down to cup Enjin's chin, dragging his thumb across his lower lip.
"What do you want, darling? Hm? You were such a good girl today, you did so well." Enjin's eyes flashed again and Zanka thought he might jump up right then to pin Zanka down, but he just nibbled his lip, his fists clenching tightly in his lap.
"I want… Wanna be inside you, daddy. Want to make you feel really good…"
Zanka actually shivered from those words, they sounded downright sinful coming out of Enjin's mouth, and he reached up with his free hand to loosen his tie, loving the way Enjin's eyes followed his movements. It felt too tight around his neck, he was hot, he needed to breathe, but he tugged on Enjin's chin again, encouraging him to get up, dragging Enjin's mouth to his.
Zanka was hungry too.
The kiss was messier than before, lips swollen, tongues sliding together and Zanka could taste himself. Enjin climbed up onto Zanka's lap, and Zanka leaned back on his elbow, one hand still cupping Enjin's cheek. It slid around to play with his hair, threading into it and tugging, and Enjin moaned, his mouth leaving Zanka's to move down his throat. He worked at the buttons of Zanka's shirt and vest, then sat back and let the tie slip through his hand, closing his fingers around it and tugging. He grinned wickedly, pulling Zanka closer again by his tie to kiss him once more, before sliding off his lap to stand and find the zipper on the skirt.
"Help me out here, daddy," he said turning his back to Zanka but gazing at him over his shoulder with smoldering eyes. It was too much. This was such an insanely hot situation, and Zanka's fingers shook slightly when he reached up to find the small closure, slowly dragging it down to open the skirt. He reached up afterwards, back to the belts, realizing that while they looked like multiple pieces, they had been attached together to have a single buckle, so they could all be removed as one. He made a mental note to possibly thank August personally for that feature as he let them fall from Enjin's waist, just as the skirt fell as well, pooling around his ankles.
Enjin didn't let Zanka's gaze linger for too long, turning around and focusing his attention on getting Zanka's pants off, then opening the vest the rest of the way too. Zanka pulled it off, leaning back on the mattress again as Enjin discarded his own underwear and crawled over him once more.
"Y'look really hot," Enjin purred, wrapping the tie around his fist, leaning in as the distance between them closed, brushing his lips against Zanka's as he spoke. "We should do this more often…"
"An' you look gorgeous," Zanka moaned back, swallowing Enjin's content sounds, barely noticing him undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt and push it open, until he felt his hand, hot against his skin, sliding up over his chest. The tie tugged against his neck again just as Enjin's thumb brushed over his nipple, and Zanka gasped when he pinched it, his hips bucking up to grind against Enjin's when he tugged on it after. It sent sparks down his spine, but he craved more.
"Baby," he gasped into Enjin's mouth. "Wanna feel you… Show daddy how good you can make him feel." Enjin sat up, smirking at Zanka like he would love nothing more, and stuck his fingers in his mouth to wet them. Then he leaned back down, swiping them over Zanka's hole and kissing his neck in response to the moans that left Zanka's throat when he pushed two inside.
"So fuckin' good," Zanka moaned, his back arching as Enjin twisted his fingers and worked him open. He felt hot breath on his neck, felt him smile against his skin and kiss it, as if he was still playing all innocent while his fingers were in Zanka's ass. It didn't matter. If anything, it added to the whole image of Enjin as Zanka's little good girl, wanting to please his daddy.
It had Zanka's cock twitching and he moaned again. He reached between them, trying to wrap both himself and Enjin in his hand and stroke them together.
"Fuck baby, feel like I'm gonna come again before you even get inside…" Enjin huffed a laugh in Zanka's ear, moving his mouth up to nip at his earlobe.
"Can't let that happen now, can we…" He pulled back for a moment, pulling his fingers out with care, then swore under his breath before leaving Zanka's lap entirely. He dug around in his bag for a moment before coming back with a sheepish grin, the bottle of lube in his hand. "Sorry. I'll make it up to ya."
Zanka was about to say it was fine, when Enjin leaned in, kissing down his torso. He held Zanka's gaze as he hovered over his cock for a moment, warm breath ghosting over it and making it twitch again, then he licked down the length, nuzzled against Zanka's balls, then quickly hiked his leg up and pressed his tongue to Zanka's hole. Zanka cried out, completely breaking character from how unexpected it was.
"Oh fuck!" He let himself whine about it, arching his back, grinding down onto Enjin's tongue, his hands threading through blonde hair again and pulling hard. Enjin's fingers dug into Zanka's ass cheek as he shoved his tongue inside, reaching up to squeeze and stroke Zanka's cock for a moment before pulling back. He crawled back up, grabbing the lube to slick himself up, and Zanka barely had any resolve left.
"Fuck me Enjin, fuck me right now!"
"I will baby, I'm here, I'm here." He tossed the lube aside and lined himself up, burying his face in Zanka's neck as he pushed in. Zanka's arms wrapped around his neck too, his legs coming up around Enjin's waist and he held tight as his boyfriend finally slid home.
It felt so fucking good.
"God, Enjin, fuck yesss," he cried, immediately rocking in time with Enjin's thrusts, and it truly felt incredible after all the buildup over the course of the evening. Enjin's voice in his ear gave him something to hold onto, his pants and moans sounding a little softer than usual, and Zanka ran a hand down his back, remembering the shirt he was wearing as he felt the silky material of it. Enjin was trying to keep the story going.
"Call me good girl again," Enjin moaned, pleading, his request a private, intimate thing just for Zanka here in this moment shared between them. It made Zanka gasp, his stomach swooping with both love and desire, stoking the flame inside him.
Zanka tried to keep his voice low, smooth like the whiskey he drank earlier, something silky as masculine against Enjin's ear now. It was difficult with the force of Enjin's thrusts, but he ran his hand back up to card into Enjin's hair and hold him there.
"You're such a good girl," he praised, feeling his cock kick at his own words. Enjin's pace nearly faltered, a breathy moan leaving him as he slammed in a little harder, trying to keep a hold on himself. "You're making daddy feel fuckin' incredible…"
Enjin was breathing hard—they both were—but Zanka could tell he was getting close. A hand clenched into the sheets right beside Zanka's head, and a whine in his ear had shivers running down his spine.
"Daddy…"
Oh… that sounded fuckin' beautiful… Zanka felt like biting Enjin's shoulder, just to keep himself from coming simply from hearing that. But Enjin continued. "Gonna come, daddy, please let me come. Can I? It feels so good…" Zanka wasn't sure he'd ever heard Enjin whine like this.
"Yeah baby," Zanka choked out, knowing he was right there himself. "Come for daddy baby, be a good girl and come for me."
Enjin barely got another two thrusts in before he was coming hard, Zanka could feel it, that heat swelling inside him, Enjin's whole body tensing up with a cry leaving him that was louder than Zanka had heard in a long time. He barely had to touch himself, sliding his hand between them to wrap around his cock but not even having to stroke it before he was coming too, all over his stomach.
Enjin's breath was hot against Zanka's neck as he buried his face there, his fingers coming up to slip beneath the loosened tie that Zanka still wore. They stroked softly against his skin, eventually moving up to his jaw to turn Zanka's face towards his own. Then Enjin kissed him, surprisingly softly.
"You big softie," Zanka teased when their lips parted. Enjin's eyes were hazy when their gazes met, and he smiled, tired, relaxed, comfortable.
"Yeah, I dunno, Zanka, that was… that was so fuckin' good. Holy hell." Zanka actually laughed out loud.
"I didn't think you'd be into it. I was so damn nervous."
"Didn't think I'd be either, but damn. Fuckin' hell, babe. Please. Do this again. Maybe this… maybe I can… I dunno. Get outta my head for a bit." His gaze moved away and Zanka reached up to stroke his cheek. He knew Enjin usually had a lot on his mind, and it took a lot for him to talk about it.
"You did amazin' today though. Can't believe you got that info as fast as you did. Didn't even finish my drink before you were back." Enjin smiled, looking back at Zanka with gratitude in his eyes now.
"Ha, yeah that dickhead folded so fuckin' fast. It's cause I looked so beautiful." His eyes crinkled in the corner as he laughed, a sight and sound which practically gave Zanka life.
You did, he thought to himself with a smile of his own. You do. To me.
He decided not to get too sappy right now, and that it was probably for the best to just leave it. He groaned as Enjin pulled himself free and flopped onto the bed beside Zanka.
"We just have to get out of here undetected in the morning and we're golden."
"Piece of cake," Zanka replied easily, pushing himself back up to his elbows with a confident smile. Enjin smiled too, sitting up and pulling Zanka in for another kiss. "An' if that doesn't work, you just charm 'em and I'll start kickin' ass.
"God, you're feisty," Enjin laughed against Zanka's lips, reaching up to grab the tie again and tug on it, keeping him close.
"You love it," Zanka said with a grin, cupping Enjin's cheek again, loving the glimpse of the smile he caught before Enjin leaned their foreheads together.
"Yeah. I do."
Their lips met again in a slow, soft kiss, unhurried, taking their time just to taste and appreciate each other. In that moment, there were no missions, there were no enemies. Only the two of them in love and content.
When they parted, Enjin stroked Zanka's cheek and then stood.
"I gotta wash this makeup off. My arms are so itchy. And then I need a goddamn smoke." Zanka laughed, standing too, and tossing his shirt and tie over the same chair as his jacket.
"I'll grab the towels."
"Thank you, daddy," Enjin said with a wink, grinning like his usual self when Zanka blushed all the way up to his ears.