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Zankas slowly opened his eyes, the bright light of the morning sun quickly flooding his vision causing him to lift his hand and rub his eyes. He slowly sat up wincing in pain slightly, seeing hickeys and bit marks all over his neck and collarbone and even some in more... intimate areas in the mirror on his bedside table, the previous night was filled to the brim with passion, lust and drive, He could almost still feel Jabbers d- oh that's right, jabber.
Zanka slowly turned his head to look at the peacefully asleep Jabber wrapped around him, bite marks and hickeys all over his neck as well. Zanka felt truly at peace right now, with jabber's arms wrapped around his waist, their legs tangled together, both wearing no clothes as well.
Zanka chuckled softly, seeing Jabber drooling on the pillow. After a while of lying down while watching Jabber sleep, Zanka tried to get up but quickly felt jabbers arms cling to him and pull him right back down onto the bed, Zanka patted Jabbers cheek "come on, we gotta get up before the others start knockin at my door jabs" Zanka said softly to Jabber. Jabber let out a tired groan, rolling over "nooooo" he mumbled, letting go of Zanka and pulling the covers over himself completely.
Zanka pulled the Covers off of Jabber, Jabber quickly hissing like a cat and covering his eyes. Zanka swings his legs over the bed and throws on some underwear and a plain white shirt, turning back to Jabber and straddling him, gently gently uncovering jabbers face by taking his hands off of him, revealing Jabbers blushing face, a wide grin plastered across his face as he quickly but his hand on the back of Zankas neck and pulled him down, about to kiss him when Zanka put a finger to Jabbers lips and whispered "get up you lazy shit" Zanka smirked at Jabbers irritated expression.
After showering together, getting dressed into their respective teams uniforms, Jabber snuck out of Zankas window before giving him a goodbye kiss, leaving Zanka with a dreamy expression he'd never thought he would have, especially for his once enemy. Before Zanka could collect his thoughts without warning he heard his bedroom door slowly creak open.
Zanka jumped out of suprise and turned around to see follo standing there with a smile on his face, "hey Zanka, morning i made you some coffee" Follo says, Zanka quickly fixes himself up and takes the coffee from follo and followed him, both of them going to the cleaners base kitchen where most of the cleaners and supporters were currently having breakfast.
Zanka sat down at the crowded table next to follo, the tao of them chatting while riyo sat leaned back in her chair sipping coffee with her feet up on the table, Rudo sitting at hos seat already inhaling lots of sweets and enjin casually leaning against the counter chatting with Gris. "So how have things been since that psycho stole your vital instrument" Follo asked, that one phrase froze Zanka, he'd been so caught up with The past few days he'd almost completely forgotten his assistaff wasn't sitting in his room, for in his closet, or even on the cleaners base, it was with the raiders being used for who knows what.
"Hey zan, you ok?" Follo asked in a worries tone, putting a hand on Zankas shoulder as Zanka just stared at his coffee, hands clutched around it trembling slightly, his lips pressed against eachother trying to hold his emotions in like they were about to burst out of him.
Jabber's state of mind was currently quite the opposite, he was lying in his bed, arms wrapped around himself rolling around and muttering one word endlessly "zanka zanka zanka zank hehehe zanka zanka zanka zanka hehe zanka zanka" he'd been doing that for at least twenty minutes, his minda consumed with thoughts of Zanka and of the previous night, hos face sporting a wide, manic shit eating grin.