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Jabber was in love.
Cheeks burning, heart racing, sweaty palms typa love.
It lowkey grossed him out.
Yet…
Jabber looked up from where he was tinkering with a new toxin on Zanka’s desk. Hair up in a ponytail and only in sweatpants as he sat at Zanka’s desk. He had just shown up like usual, unannounced. Easily sneaking in through the window the Cleaner always left unlocked.
Unlocked just for Jabber.
Jabber felt warmth flutter through his chest at the thought, and the sight of his beloved Zan-Zan sleeping in the bed. He’s been asleep since Jabber got here around an hour ago, minutely waking up when Jabber pressed a kiss on his cheek in greeting, but promptly falling back asleep as soon as Jabber tossed the hoodie he was wearing over to the Cleaner. He wasted no time putting it on and going back to dreamworld.
Zanka looked so cute sleeping. His mohawk laid out everywhere on his silk pillowcase, a little line of drool leaving his mouth as he curled himself up in Jabber’s hoodie.
MY ZAN-ZAN IS SO CUTE~!
Jabber smiled, deciding the toxin can wait and getting up to join his boyfriend.
Fuck, Zanka was his boyfriend.
His boyfriend that he got to climb into bed with, taking off his pants so Zanka wouldn’t beat him for wearing “outside clothes” on the bed. He didn’t get the big deal about it, especially considering he had worn that hoodie to get here and Zanka didn’t hesitate putting it on, but it made Zanka happy.
He crawls into bed with the sleeping boy, only in his boxers now and wrapped his arms around his boy.
Yeah, Zanka was his.
Only his.
Jabber smiled as Zanka seemed to unconsciously chase his warmth, snuggling against Jabber’s chest. Jabber pressed a kiss to his boy’s forehead, snuggling his face into his hair a second later, breathing in the scent of incense and Zanka’s vanilla conditioner.
They stayed like that for a while. Jabber just enjoyed the moment as Zanka snored lightly against him.
So cute, cute, cute!!
Jabber couldn’t contain his giggles as he thought about the perfect boy in his arms.
Zanka could feel Jabber breath against him. When had he gotten up from the desk? Eh, it didn’t matter. Jabber was here now.
“Jabs..?” Zanka groggily said, lifting his face up to look at the dark skinned man as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes.
“Hey babycakes,” Jabber giggled, caressing Zanka’s cheek with his free hand as the other one stayed wrapped around him, “sleep okay?”
Zanka gave a little hum as his response, not fully talking in favor of burrowing his face into Jabber’s hoodie and falling back against Jabber’s chest.
“Mmm smells like ya…” Zanka said quietly, almost like he didn’t want Jabber to hear it.
God. Zanka was going to really, really kill him at this rate. No blood involved!!
“Awwww, my Zan-Zan likes the way I smell~!” Jabber squealed, squeezing the boy tighter and peppering kisses all over Zanka’s face, delighting in the giggles his boy let out at the affection.
“Shut yer trap, ya moron,” Zanka deflected, lacking his usual malice as he let Jabber keep kissing him all over. Humming when the Raider’s lips finally made contact with his.
They stayed like that, trading kisses until the all too familiar sound of Zanka’s choker pinging rudely interrupted them.
They separated, both visibly annoyed at the interruption, but Zanka answered anyway.
“Hello?”
“Zanka. Meet at the Boss’s office in 15 minutes. He wants to talk to you and Enjin ASAP. Alright, bye.” Seimu's voice filled the room for a split second before promptly hanging up.
Zanka glanced at Jabber, then back to the choker on his wrist. A personal meeting with the boss wasn’t that rare, but…the timing was a little odd to him.
The Boss usually didn’t summon people on a daily basis. Sure he would do check-ins and stuff but…Zanka worried about the way Seimu had said “you and Enjin”, she had said Enjin like an afterthought- it was almost as if this meeting was to talk about him.
Jabber could see the gears practically turning in Zanka’s head. He had heard it too, the odd way the front desk lady-what was her name? Temu? Sumo? Meh something like that- had worded the request.
Like the meeting was solely about Zanka.
They made eye contact again.
“Do you think…?” Zanka started quietly, looking at Jabber with this panicked look in his eyes. The look made Jabber’s insides squirm. Zanka didn’t notice, he was too busy spiraling at the ominous call.
There’s no way this meeting would’ve been called on a regular day. There’s no way this meeting wasn’t about him and Jabber’s relationship.
He was so so fucked.
He couldn’t stop himself from panicking.
“Shit, they definitely know. What is the Boss gon’ say?! Fuck, wha about Enj-”
Jabber didn’t let Zanka finish the statement, pulling him to his chest and holding him there tightly. Zanka froze at first, slightly irritated at Jabs interrupting him, but he still almost immediately melted into the embrace, wrapping his arms and legs around Jabber like a koala.
“It doesn’t matter if they find out. No matter what anyone tells you, Zan-Zan,” Jabber squeezed Zanka tighter, relishing in the choked gasp his boy let out, “you’re mine. Got it?”
Zanka whimpered slightly before answering.
“Only yours Jabs. You’re my man.”
“Fuck lovebug, nobody gets to love you like this but me.”
Jabber kissed him again, this time harsher. Zanka responded with the same enthusiasm, whining when Jabber started devouring his lips. They separated, Zanka’s lips now red and puffy as he looked at his boyfriend.
Mm, my boyfriend…
Zanka felt a stupid smile cross his face as Jabber bent his head down to nip and tease at the Cleaner’s neck.
Jabber felt like he was doped up on his good stash. His mind filled with nothing but Zanka, Zanka, Zanka as he bit and sucked on pale skin.
He knew Zanka had to leave soon. The clock ticked loudly as it taunted them with the seconds passing rapidly. He didn’t care. If this meeting was about what they thought, he wanted the Cleaners to know.
He sucked just below Zanka’s ear as he moved his tassel earring out the way, making Zanka shiver and whine as he continued sucking on the soft spot.
Everyone would see how good Jabber can love Zanka. Why he’s the only one that could love Zanka Nijiku like this.
He continued painting beautiful black and blue bite marks on his boy before Zanka had to eventually pull away.
He got up slowly, stretching his arms out high enough that Jabber’s hoodie rode up, exposing Zanka’s cute tummy and his cute little panties as it was too hot under the blankets for pants.
Jabber was mesmerized by the perfection in front of him as Zanka shuffled around his room, probably looking for a pair of pants now. Every time he bent down, Jabber would get the perfect view of Zanka’s perfect ass.
I want to fuck him so badly right now, holy shit.
Zanka finally huffed from where he was crouching, looking back to Jabber on the bed and the Raider’s discarded sweatpants on the floor. He padded back over with his fuzzy socks and stepped into the forgotten pants, quickly pulling them up and tightening the strings since Jabber had slightly wider hips than him.
Jabber just stared at him awestruck as Zanka acted like he hadn’t just altered Jabber’s brain chemistry, despite him tightening the waist, the pants were still too baggy, making it so when Zanka picked his arms up, you could see his panty line just resting on top of the waistband.
Jabber had to physically hold himself back from pouncing the boy and fucking him stupid.
Unaware of his boyfriend’s inner dilemma, Zanka continued walking around his room, approaching his desk and looking at the toxin Jabber had been working on.
“This fer me or..?” He said eyeing the various closed vials of different color chemicals and substances that Jabber had started pouring into a bigger, now closed, vial before he joined Zanka in the bed. It probably wasn’t safe to just have chemicals casually sitting out like this, but he knew Jabber pack them away, or they would use it in whatever fun they would decide to do later, either fighting or fucking.
Or both.
“It’s a surprise~, and I’m pretty sure someone has a meeting in… 5 minutes?”
Zanka glanced at the clock, shit Jabber was right.
“Ugh ok, um…” Zanka glanced nervously at the door and then back to Jabber, “you’ll still be here..?”
Jabber’s face softened, seeing Zanka blushing and fidgeting with his earrings like a timid little schoolgirl.
“Yeah baby, I ain’t going anywhere,” Jabber said, getting up himself and wrapping his arms around the boy’s torso, resting his head on his shoulder as he felt Zanka sigh against his head before pressing a quick kiss to the Raider’s scalp.
“Mkay, see ya in a bit?”
“Yeah baby, don’t worry.”
Zanka smiled, giving Jabber one last peck before going to the door, putting his slippers on and went to open the door before he froze.
Jabber was about to ask what was wrong when Zanka opened his mouth.
“If shit goes south, we’re leaving tonight. Got it?”
Jabber stood in the middle of the room starstruck as Zanka walked out and closed the door behind him.
Jabber stood there for what felt like hours but was probably only a minute. Zanka’s words playing over and over again in a loop in his mind. He had said it so easily. He didn’t say Jabber had to leave, he said they had to leave.
Together.
Jabber didn’t even try to stop the crazed smile from painting his face, eyes growing wide as he let out a muffled manic laugh into his arm.
Jabber might’ve been obsessed with Zanka, but that just solidified that Zanka was the same, utterly obsessed.
Jabber and Zanka really were alike in every way.
“Ohhh Zanka, the things I’m going to fucking do to you.”
He didn’t care about the Cleaners. Fuck them all. They weren’t getting in the way of Zanka and his destined love. They were soulmates.
He would let the world fucking burn if it meant keeping his Zanka.
—
Zanka was freaking out. Like really freaking the fuck out.
He tried hiking the neck line of Jabber’s hoodie higher to hide the mauling that Jabber had done on his neck but to no avail. The hoodie was too big so it just fell back down as he walked to the Boss’s office. He knew he was running late, he knew his appearance wouldn’t help his case if this meeting was about what he thought it was.
He found that a small part of him didn’t care about what the others thought. Very, very small but still there.
The others wouldn’t get it. They couldn’t. Jabber and Zanka were destined to be together. They were soulmates.
Zanka took a deep breath as he pushed open the door to his Boss’s quarters.
Enjin, and Corvus both turned their heads to the sound of the door creaking open.
“Ah, Zanka you’re finally-” Enjin started, only stopping as he took the appearance of the boy.
Four eyes widened as they took in Zanka’s form. He was wearing loose sweats, looser than usual. He was wearing a purple hoodie, the purple matching a little too well with something Enjin couldn’t think of. But that wasn’t the part they were staring at; it was his neck.
It was covered in teeth marks, red bite prints and splotches of black and blue adorning his usual blank neck.
It was very obvious those weren’t from a fight.
“…here” Enjin finished.
The room was silent.
Zanka could feel all eyes on him.
“So, ya asked fer me, Boss?” Zanka said, faking casualty as his heart threatened to literally beat out of his chest.
That seemed to smack the men back to the matter at hand.
“Right, yes. Zanka we wanted to speak to you about your supposed…” Corvus started, he could see how tense Zanka was. He wanted answers, but not forcefully, “…involvement with a certain group, you see.”
All Zanka could hear was his ears ringing.
FUCK. THEY KNEW. THEY FUCKING KNEW.
The room was silent again, before Enjin cleared his throat.
“Zanka are you…”
This was it. The moment he gets kicked out of the Cleaners. Exiled for playing house with a maniac, psycho, masochist Raider of all people.
“…prostituing yourself for drugs?”
...
...
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What.?
“Huh?” Zanka said dumbly, not exactly comprehending what was just asked.
Corvus and Enjin shared a look of concern before looking back at him, expecting an answer.
They think…they think I’m an addict prostitute?!
“You disappear for hours in your room, only going out on missions or wherever you go. And when you come back or out your room, you're either covered in bruises and have a limp or your eyes are red rimmed,” Corvus said gently, probably trying to make sure the boy didn’t flee, “We heard the last…visitor you had over.”
Zanka couldn’t believe it. Not even a little bit embarrassed at the fact probably the entire building had heard him moaning for Jabber.
Guess they didn’t actually hear me scream “Jabber”…
He thought for a moment. He figured they weren’t exactly wrong, but he wasn’t really prostituting himself for drugs.
When your hot manic boyfriend is an avid addict that happens to love when you show off your body, and regularly gets you high to enhance the experience-he figured Enjin and Corvus were not too far off.
Zanka figured he should answer but had to calm himself down first. His shoulders shook violently as he tried really hard not to burst out laughing at the accusation.
He would rather agree to being an addict prostitute than admit the only client he has(and will ever have) is Jabber Wonger from the Raiders.
Holy shit, Jabs is gon have a field day with this.
Enjin and Corvus got more concerned at Zanka’s silence. Enjin was about to say something else when Zanka spoke up.
“Uh, yeah I guess I am,” Zanka lied, trying to contain his giggles as he twirled his earring, “S’just fer fun ya know? Ya know how this job gets…”
Zanka really hoped he was being convincing.
It seemed to work, the concern on Enjin’s face turning to pity as Corvus let out a long sigh.
“Zanka, you can talk to us. We have multiple resources to help you with these problems, you are not alone.” Corvus said encouragingly, Enjin nodding along.
They seemed to really care. Zanka felt his heart slow down knowing they didn’t know the truth. Zanka could almost feel bad for lying to his Boss and father figure.
Almost.
“Yea ok Boss,” Zanka smiled, thinking about how Jabber was going to laugh so loud about this that the Sphere would probably hear.
Corvus and Enjin seemed pleased for now with that answer.
“Alright, you’re free to go,” Corvus sighed. Zanka didn’t waste a second before saying his goodbyes, practically running out the room.
Once the door shut, Enjin turned to look at his Boss.
“He’s hiding something, you should’ve-”
Corvus held his hand up. Enjin promptly shut his mouth.
“I don’t want to spook him anymore than we did. He’ll hopefully tell us before he hurts himself further.”
Enjin knew that with that, this conversation was over. He sighed as he too said his goodbyes and walked out his Boss’s office.
Fuck, he needed a cigarette.
—
“YOU’RE JOKING, HOLY SHIT ZANKA,” Jabber was dying. An addict prostitute?! That was a wild accusation and Jabber couldn’t believe Zanka was able to keep a straight face after hearing that!
Zanka had fled back to his room, Jabber tinkering with his toxin again as Zanka burst through the door, letting the boy quickly plop himself in the Raider’s lap as he retold the story through a fit of giggles.
“I know, I tried so hard not ta laugh,” Zanka giggled, hands fidgeting with Jabber’s hoodie strings.
They continued laughing together, before Jabber got a genius idea.
Jabber had to physically calm himself down before deciding to mess with the Cleaner.
“Prosituting for drugs huh? You cheating on me, Zan-Zan?”
Jabber didn’t expect the growl that left Zanka’s throat, but loved it all the same.
“Nah, yer it for me, I’m probably addicted to you if I'm being completely honest.”
Well, he wasn't expecting Zanka to say that!
Little minx is full of surprises, huh?
Jabber couldn’t stop all the blood from going straight to his dick. Cursing as Zanka immediately felt it and without hesitation grinded himself down into it.
“Shit, you can’t say that Zan-Zan!! Look how hard you made me baby…” Jabber whined, burrowing his head into Zanka’s abused neck as said man let out a giggle.
“Mm, want me ta do something about it? Or should I leave ya here to take care of ya’self?”
Jabber looked up at Zanka’s eyes. Blue eyes full of lust and love as he tauntingly smirked down at the Raider.
Yeah, Jabber was gonna fuck the daylights out of him.
Zanka yelped as strong hands suddenly grabbed under his thighs and hoisted him up. Laughing as Jabber dropped him on the bed before climbing on top of him to pin him down.
“You’re gonna regret that, baby…” Jabber started slowly, reveling in the way Zanka squirmed under his gaze.
“Make me.”
Jabber blacked out after that.