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As of recently, Jabber has been obsessed with drugs. No surprise there it’s almost like it’s his whole shtick. Although this recent obsession was…different. To put it bluntly, Jabber was obsessed with aphrodisiac, or any sex enhancement drug. He had just discovered that is was very easily obtainable in different types and doses, it intrigued him. What intrigued him even more was witnessing his favorite person ever purchase said drug.
Zanka was purchasing aphrodisiac. Jabber didnt think Zanka was the type to do something like that, no..he was sure Zanka wasn’t.
It’s been three weeks since then, and Jabber has since bought and studied every kind he could get his hands on, even attempting to make a stronger dosage that wasn’t being sold on market. He couldn’t get the thought of Zanka possibly using it out of his head, it irked him to think that he may be using it to please others. It didn’t take long at all for Jabber to start visiting Cleaner HQ to find out. One night he visited whilst Zanka was on a mission, and low and behold…the aphrodisiac just sitting in Zanka’s underwear drawer. It hadn’t been used yet by the looks of it. What was Zanka planning to do with this? Did he even know what it was? He’s not an idiot…
Jabbers in the middle of searching through Zankas many other things (couldn’t help himself to a little investigation after having already found what he came here for), he even contemplated taking things before he heard the heavy door creak open.
Zanka walks in, rubbing his eyes and placing Lovely Assistaff against the wall. His room is empty and clean, just like it always was, but a weird feeling hung through the air. He shrugs it off, assuming he was simply just tired before plopping himself on his bed. It’s been three weeks since he made the accidental purchase of a fuckin aphrodisiac. He’s truley an idiot and can’t help it when the sales-people are actually good at their job. He remembers it vividly, he only went to the market to pick up a nausea medication for Enjin, but the salesperson was insistent that it was in fact, not nausea.
“I assure you many people come through here claiming it’s only headaches and this that and the third!! What you need my friend is this!!” The old, wrinkley salesman offered a small box with the labeling:
Aphrodisiac
Zanka wasn’t that dumb, he knew what it was, not that it was this easily obtained. He thought he was in the middle of a drug deal. “Ah- no thank you, just the nausea medication” He waves his hand, trying to get the guy to understand he wasn’t trying to buy undercover drugs. The man laughs and shoves the box even closer. “No no! I insist! Get both! A handsome feller like ya would find sometink like this handy eh?” Zanka laughs, embarrassed, he loathes when people bribe him this way..because it works.
“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LET A SALESPERSON CONVINCE YOU TO BUY APHRODISIAC?!” Enjin practically howls with laughter as Zanka holds the box like it has a long forgotten disease on it.
Zanka can barely stifle a laugh at his own predicament. “Ion even know what I’m gonna do with this” he groans out, covering his face in sheer embarrassment. Enjin finally calms down on his amusement and just giggles out “Jus’ keep em, use em if you need them, no point in going back..he might convince you to buy more” Enjin holds in a laugh, barely at that, and then walks off, thanking Zanka for at least buying the medication he asked for.
Jabber hides just out of sight outside of Zanka’s window, it was a close call, and it would be smart to leave, but he doesn’t. What if Zanka takes it today? He wouldn’t be there to see it. He can hear the drawer open, the same drawer with the drug. The sound of the box being opened? thrown? Messed with…the sound of the box being messed with can be heard faintly, and then.
“I know you’re out there Jabber” Jabber freezes, despite the possibly very dangerous scenario he’s in, he’s smiling like he just got proposed to. He knows he can easily fight Zanka, but with the rest of the Cleaners here? Jabbers not sure. Still,despite this, he chuckles out “Aww how’d ya know?” He pokes his head out so he’s visible, albeit he’s looking at Zanka upside down now, his locs hanging low.
Zanka just gives him a stare, “I always know.” He says nonchalantly, and Jabber would be lying if he said the display wasn’t hot. Zanka was indeed tossing the box in the air and catching it again, before repeating. He catches the box one last time and sits up “Why are you here is my question.”
Jabber slips inside the room, catching the way Zanka already has a grip on his instrument, it’s exhilarating to see how despite how tired he looks, Zanka’s ready for him. “Chill, m’not here to fight ya, just wanted to know why you had that” Jabber points at the box. Zanka can’t hide the face of embarrassment as he replays that day in his head once again. “I ain’t owe ya an explanation for nuthin” Zanka says, he should probably mention it was an accident, he doesn’t want Jabber cooking up wild ideas in him possibly under the influence of this shit. “ ‘sides, it wasn’t on purpose anyways”.
He can see Jabbers face contort from its usual insane smile to a faltered…disappointed one. No, there’s no way he would be bummed about that. Sure it fits perfectly with his character and it would make total sense but there’s no way. “What? Ya wanted it to be on purpose or sumn?” Zanka teases, not meaning for it to sound as sensual as it did. Jabbers face returns to its normal and he chuckles out “so what if I did?”
A noticeable choked sound returns from Zanka, he’s in shock, that was the last thing he expected. Although you can’t really expect things with Jabber. He regains his composure, “Sorry to burst yer bubble then, cause it wasn’t, now that I answered yer shitty question. You can see yer way outta here” Zanka makes a ‘Get Out’ gesture with his staff, to which Jabber only laughs manically, before slinking next to Zanka. “Wouldn’t it be fun to try it tho Zan-Zan??” The blonde was taken aback, he doesn’t know from which, what Jabber said, or how quickly he got dangerously close to Zanka.
“Try. What” Zanka grits out,clearly not amused by their proximity. Jabber grins in reply, the corners of his mouth curving up and showing off his maniac look. “Whaddya think?” He pouts, activating Mankira to stab the box of drugs to then bring it in between them.
Zanka doesn’t know whether he wants to puke or die. Maybe both at the same time. He ignores the secret part of him that’s intrigued by the prospect. “Why would I ever try that with ya?” He growls out, Jabber giggling immediately and resting his arms on Zanka’s shoulder, the box dangling from Mankira behind his back. “Never said it had ta be with me Mr. Bad Attitude” He continues, smiling wider than Zanka thinks he’s ever seen “Were ya thinkin I meant that? That means part o ya wants it”.
Zankas ears go red, he didn’t mean it like that?! He curses himself for having lost his aura so quickly to someone like Jabber. “No-! Why would I ever want that!?”. He yells, realizing now the position they’re in and pushes Jabber off. “Yer really startin to piss me off” He warns, summoning Lovely Assistaff.
This only riles the other man more.
Of course it does.
“Ohhhh are we gonna fight right now?” Jabber twitches in excitement, Mankira practically glowing like it too heard Zanka, it probably did.
Zanka can’t help but realize the horrible situation he’s in. Jabber is in his home, where Cleaners who would easily die for him reside. If any of them catch Jabber here it could quickly turn into a bloodbath. Something Zanka presumed Jabber would love. Well he didn’t. He practically growls in frustration, standing up fully “ m’not fighting ya here. Crazy bastard” Jabber looks at him, confused, until he looks around the room. “would be so much more fun if the rest o em joined doe.” He snickers, still grabbing Zankas arm and bringing him to the window. Zanka put his hand atop Jabber “woah who said I’m goin wit ya?!” Jabber groans loudly, making a ‘tch’ sound as he yanks on Zankas arm “ya jus said you weren’t gonna fight me here! Les fight somewhere else babesss cmonnn” he pouts, and it vaguely reminds Zanka of a toddler who just got told he can’t have a certain toy at the grocery store.
Damn it!
He did say that. He’s not the type to go back on a promise.
Still doesn’t explain how he’s currently fighting the man in a cave…with a boner.
how did i get here?
Oh right.
Jabber whistles a lullaby as he practically skips to some undisclosed location. Whatever. Not like Zanka wanted to know, Jabber probably had a decent fighting place in mind anyways. Although, Zanka notices Jabbers increasing interest on the box Zanka bought (yeah the loser stole it). “Whyre ya so interested in that stupid drug anyways?” Zanka says, breaking the silence that he was sure was slowly killing him from the inside.
The man looks up, looking all happy-go-lucky for a guy who’s about to willingly get beat up. “Apparently this shit is like- better than poison. Can make a man do jus bout anythin. Ion know for sure though, which is why we’re boutta find outtt” He trails off the end of the sentence in a sing-sin tone. Wait…huh? Zanka must be deaf. Yea he definitely heard that wrong. “ ‘scuse me? I never agreed to doing that” Zanka snaps, his voice sounding more pissed as he said the sentence. Jabber turns around, now looking at Zanka, batting his eyelashes (pretty eyelashes that Zanka was pretty sure weren’t there before) , “Pleassseee? I promise ya it won’t hurt! I wanna see what it do!”. Zanka pauses in front of Jabber, “read the damned label then, that’ll tell ya what it do” he mocks the other man, to which he only responds in a pout.
After what seemed like an eternity’s worth of walking, they make it to the cave. Zanka had long agreed that he would take the stupid drug after Jabbers 50th “Please I’ll do anything” Speech. They agreed that if Zanka were to be apart of this experiment, Jabber was to not sneak in his room ever again. He’s almost 100% sure that Jabber will do it regardless, but he’ll never say he’s only agreeing cause he’s curious as well to what this drug can do. Zanka knows it won’t be anywhere near to the poison Jabber uses.
Jabber turns around and holds the drug like one would hold a ring before putting it on, Zanka only sighs and opens his palm to take the aphrodisiac.
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“Hhaaah- Fuck!” Zanka dodges Jabber again, it feels like that’s all he’s been doing. He doesn’t care, he can’t focus, Jabber though? The fucking drug seemed to only enhance everything about him, while Zanka was reduced to a mess that can barely do a good dodge.
Zanka swings Lovely Assistaff, not in the strongest way he could have done, but he lands a solid hit to Jabbers back. The other man seems out of it. He’s with us but not at the same time. “Guh—!” Jabber makes a gargled choking noise, he backs up, staggering. “Mmm” He moans out, looking at Zanka “Why aren’t ya- shit- why aren’t ya hittin me more?” Jabber slurs over his words, groaning in frustration at the minimal amount of injuries he had.
Zanka can hear whimpers from the other man “so fucking- lameeee” He squats down, hands over his head, “so- so lame” Zanka almost feels bad, he takes this opportunity to walk up to Jabber and kick him onto his back, using his Vital Instrument to trap Jabber down. The spikes on the staff threatening to poke Jabbers neck. Jabber giggles, stifling moans as he hisses in pain.
The blonde stands over Jabber, panting as he regains his breath. He brings his foot to Jabbers boner, pressing down on it. “Yer so bratty, how dare you bring me out here just ta complain” Zanka spits out, sure..he agreed to come out here, but this is for the fun of it. Jabber plays along, moaning breathlessly “Hahh- m’sowwy” He apologizes, bucking his hips into Zankas foot, to which the other presses down harder.
“What makes ya think you deserve this? I could leave ya here to jerk your small dick on yer own” Zanka says, his voiced laced with heat and dominance. Almost as if Jabber can sense this, he whimpers again, “ I-Iiiii ahh- I don’t- I don’t deserve it but pleeeasee” Jabbers hands relocate to Zankas calve, holding his foot where it was like he was going to die if it moved.
Zanka almost finds the way Jabbers acting as cute. Almost. He forces his foot off of Jabber, to which Jabber moans in defeat and sits up, grabbing Zankas leg and holding on. “Please don’ leave me like this baby- I’ll do whatever ya wan’ me to do, please pleaseee” The man sobs out pitifully. It’s a pathetic display that Zanka would have never guessed would come of him had he not been here. He can’t ignore his own boner either. There’s no way he can go home like this. “Suck me off then, make me wanna stay” Zanka turns to Jabber, looking him dead in the eye. Jabber nods quickly, immediately letting go of Zankas legs to then bring his hands up to the blondes pants, quickly unfastening them while repeating: “yes yes yes yes I’ll do it- fuhhck”. Zanka sees Jabber cross his legs, most likely trying to seek relief. He can’t have that. He presses his foot in between Jabbers thighs, keeping it there to block Jabber from trying to seek his own relief.
Jabber sobs out, hiccuping as he pulls out Zankas dick.
Shit.
He doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard, it’s a whole different shade compared to the rest of Zanka, pure red and veiny, pulsing as he’s pretty sure more blood is rushing to his cock at every given moment. Jabber is quick to lick straight up the shaft, moaning in satisfaction.
Jabber slurps around Zankas dick, God this is perfect Jabber thought, he’s been dreaming of something like this to happen ever since he met the other. Zanka was perfect, his dick was perfect, his face was perfect, his legs, hands,chest. Just everything. Jabber’s reminded of all of this today. He pops off the others cock before sloppily returning to work.
“Fuhhck-!” Jabber feels Zankas hands scrunch up in his hair as he doubles over, lazily thrusting into Jabbers mouth.
“Sh-itt jus’ like that” Zanka moans, Jabber hums around his member and slurps anything that dare spill out of his mouth.
Jabber sucks on Zankas dick like it’s candy, it might as well be considering the state he’s in.
He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t want to. Even after Zanka cums, even after he's pulling at his hair to get him to stop, he doesn’t. “Jabber- Jabber!!! Holy shit-! Stop ittt” Tears threaten to spill as Zanka continues his feeble efforts to stop Jabber.
Jabber finally pops off after what seemed like ages to Zanka. Zanka growls and bonks Jabber on the head, “You asshole! Why didn’t you fucking stop!?” He yells. Jabber giggles, placing his hands on Zanka’s thighs and giving tiny kitten licks to Zanka’s tip “Sowwy, ya weren’t soft so I assumed you were good to keep goin”. Okay. Fair. Also why isn’t he soft yet. Zanka looks down to see that he was still as hard as he was before.
This was going to be a long night
And a long night it was, after his 5th orgasm, Jabber was still being railed into the ground, he’s pretty sure the drug had worn off for him a while ago, but not for Zanka. He had planned it this way. He purposely gave Zanka a higher dosage.
He didn’t regret it one bit.
“Can’t—! Can’t cum! I can’t cum I can’t I can’t!” Jabber repeats like a mantra, his moans gutteral and practically being forced out of him. His nose is bleeding from the amount of times he was slammed into the wall before. He loves this. He loves it so much he might go insane.
Zanka, his sweet, beautiful god, groans “You’re fucking gonna, you’re gonna keep cumming for me right?” He punctuates the last part by aggressively thrusting into Jabber, deliberately punching into his prostate, which was probably no bruised from the abuse it’s been getting all night. Jabber cries out, sobbing but nodding, “Yes!! Fuck yes—! Okay! Okay I’ll cum I’ll cum- mmm!”
Jabber orgasms 2 more times before Zanka finally stops again. Jabbers crying, full on, crying, as he’s flipped over onto his back. Zanka caresses his face and wipes away the tears, “You okay? Do we need ta stop?” He asks tenderly, Jabber would have thought he actually loved him at the gesture. “Can’t- Can’t cum anymore” Jabber says weakly, giggling slightly as he talks.
Zanka chuckles and pulls out, watching the insane amounts of cum leak out. He looks around for something to help clean up the mess, and thank god he’s a smart person because he discovers a tiny pack of napkins in his jackets pocket. Not the most ideal thing to clean with, but it’ll get the job done.
Zanka presses his finger to Jabbers entrance, dipping them in slightly to let any excess fluid flow out. Jabber makes a tiny mewling noise as this is happening, most likely due to there being something inside him again. He wipes away the rest when he’s sure most of it got out. He lay beside Jabber for a moment, knowing he can’t stay much longer, for fucks sake they’re in a cave covered in cum. He doesn’t know what time it is or where there at.
Jabber slides to his side, looking at Zanka. “I can ask Cthuni to bring ya home if ya wan’ me to” he suggests, as if he can tell Zanka was stressing about it. Zanka sighs in relief, “That would be great” Jabber smiles and presses onto his communication collar.
They do exchange blood so they can communicate, even though Zanka swore up and down he wouldn’t fall for it. Jabber said he had more aphrodisiacs to try with him if he wanted to, and he’s decided he’s not completely opposed to it. Cthuni agrees to transport Zanka a decent ways away from HQ (as to not get caught)
But of course something had to happen. It’s about sunrise when Zanka makes his way through the quiet headquarters, barely anyone’s away during this time anyways. Except Semiu. The receptionist.
“Where. Have. You. Been?”
Zanka freezes, standing upright quick. “I went training for a bit…jogging- jogging” Semiu looks like she doesn’t bye it. “What jog would cause you to be bleeding in 5 different areas?” She asks, sarcasm laced in her voice. He only can pray so much that she doesn’t use her Vital Instrument. She sighs, “Ion even need my glasses to see that you’re so clearly lying.” Zanka sighs, he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d already guessed.
“If I say I was fighting Trash Beasts would ya believe me then?” Zanka tries, he knows he won’t get her to believe him genuinely. But al least she won’t be on his ass about it. The receptionist stands up, walking closer to him. “Look baby, I just wanted to know if you where okay, the fact that you’re here alive is all I care about” She inhales, then continues “but please…take a shower” Zankas ears turn red in embarrassment. He’s blaming Jabber in that.
“Right okay- Thank you!” He walks away quickly to his room. As he walks to his room, Semiu can clearly see that the pants Zankas wearing..are not his.. they belong to a certain Raider. She scoffs in amusement and returns to her desk.
He’s an idiot