Zanka hasn't seen Jabber in months since their last fight, and when they finally reunite once again.. it doesn't go as planned.
CONTENT WARNING: This will include smut, so viewers discretion is advised
Author's Note: This is my first time ever posting a fanfiction to tumblr, I pray that it's well received.. I don't know if its good or not haha.. anyways enjoy
It's been months since Zanka and Jabber's last occurrence together.
Zanka stayed entirely still, resting in the comfort of his bedroom in the Cleaner's H.Q., swaying his head lazily to the side window, seeing the view of an empty, foggy afternoon. A tingling sense of boredom had made him agitated, reminding him of the twisted memories of his defeat, a reminder that stuck with him constantly; "I need to get stronger, no matter what."
It occupied his thoughts, like a venom seeping its way into his mind. The day that he let Jabber beat him and dehumanize him made Zanka scowl in anger. He groaned, a fit of mindless rage spewing from his mouth, mumbling to himself:
"How dare he. He thinks he's going to just get away with that, huh? Just you wait, Jabber. Once we meet again, I swear to god I'llβ"
He paused, calming himself from an upcoming high.
"Not now. You can't act like this now. Save it for later.."
He remembered Semiu's upcoming mission for the cleaner's; another raider, is that it? The anger near moments ago had watered down to deep thought and preparation.
And then he stood, his fingers automatically wrapping around his lovely asistaff, preparing to work towards his goal before the mission's arrival.
As the landscape of the atmosphere shifted from dawn to dusk, the afternoon fog withered into a light drizzle of rain.
Today, unlike any day, was that the Cleaner's were unusually quiet. Zanka quietly observed, puzzled yet peaceful. They were usually talkative, chattering about mundane tasks and matters that were non important to the obstacles around them. Zanka sighed, turning his head to face Riyo. He tilted his head, scanning her facial expression carefully.
"Riyo, you alright?" Zanka asked, a hint of slight concern slipping from the tip of his tongue.
Riyo had found herself zoning out, snapping herself back to reality as she heard the sound of her name being called.
"Sure, man.. everything's cool. What's up?" She always had a nonchalant attitude over everything.
"Nothing.. it's just, why is everyone so quiet today? It seems like the rest of you would be chatting up a storm about now."
"Oh Zanka, we're just focused right now, is all. Semiu said that these raiders are pretty strong, so we have to be on guard. Right, Rudo?"
"H-huh? Oh, yeah. Sure." It seemed to be like Rudo was somewhat distracted.
"Jeez, get it together.." She sighed.
They continued their small talk as Zanka turned his head, shifting his attention to something else. He faced his direction to the center, roaming with the rest of the crowd, until they made a stop, seeking their sudden arrival. A manhole, slightly cracked open to the entrance of an underground sewage, made some of the cleaner's noses scrunch in disgust.
"Jesus Christ, is this really the right place?" Enjin said with disgust.
"Semiu was positive that this was it." Riyo's voice was informative now. "She said that the boss had confirmed it with her as well. Besides, If I take a proper look.."
Riyo had slowly peeped her head into the manhole, seeking for any form of sewage water or waste in the area.
"It's safe. We can go inside. We work with trash all the time, anyways."
Swaying her head to the rest of the crew, she smiled, raising her left arm to make a thumbs up signal with her hands, before slowly walking inside the cramped hole. Enjin followed. Then Rudo, Tamsy, and Zanka. The supporters stayed back and decided Follo would be on guard while they were on the mission.
The walk to the main floor was exhausting. Zanka followed the others blindly, the quiet hum of the sewage following with heavy footsteps made the atmosphere more tense around them, on guard and alert for anything that came in their way.
The pivotal moment of silence came to a stop. The other end was another sewage door, making her kick the door open naturally. Zanka had smoothly crawled out of the hole, standing up straight to look at his surroundings. It was a place of familiarity, as similar as a large parking structure. His jaw clenched, clinging onto his lovely assistaff for support.
"Get ready, y'all." Enjin retorted, the glow in his eyes flickering to a bright neon yellow. He swiftly grabbed the crooked handle of his vital instrument, the umbrella, as he prepared for combat. "They can be anywhere," He continued, "Might as well grab out your instruments."
Zanka smirked, "Already did, Enjin. I guess great minds really do think alike." Enjin replied faintly, a small hint of a smile curled from the corners of his lips. Zanka grinned internally, applauding himself for making the Boss proud.
Just like that, a raider had jumped from behind one of the cleaners. Riyo had reacted quickly, dashing at them as she clashed the tip of her sharp scissors into the flesh of a raider in an instant. Zanka smirked, helping her out as he charged at the raider as well, focusing as he was deep in battle with the enemy.
Something pulled him away.
When Zanka woke up he was clouded in a room surrounded by darkness, quivering in fear as he realized he was isolated from the other cleaners. He was alone, unaware of what happened while he was unconscious. He worried about Team Akuta and the other crewmates, if they're out there searching for him.
His eyes had quickly readjusted to the dark as he scanned the room. He reached out to grab his assistaff, standing up in a hurry as he spoke.
βIs anybody there?β He barked, shouting in the empty room, his hands gripping hard on the vital instrument.
βMy, my, mister bad attitude.β
The raider whispered had into his ear, taunting him in a way that made his brows furrow in anger. Turning around he attacked the man in a blinded rage, which made the man pull back almost immediately.
βJabber.β Zanka growled as Jabber remained completely still, ready to strike him already.
βEasy, Zan-zan. I come in peace.β He said, holding his hands up in surrender. βI mean no harm, really.β
βYou're trying to trick me,β Zanka retorts, sprinting as he pinned him to the wall, his fingers wrapping around his throat. βWell guess what, Jabber?β Iβm not gonna lose to you that easily. Iβve trained for this and Iβm not backing down without a fight.β He twisted the man's throat, watching him struggle to breath. I let him go as he let out a whimper in return.
βOh, fuck..β Jabber whimpered, his voice low and raspy. βYour pretty little fingers wrapped around my throat was exactly what I needed, Zanka.β He coughed and sputtered as he regained his breath. Zanka had already looked the other way, his arms swaying awkwardly to his sides.
β..What the hell is wrong with you,β He muttered under his breath, blush creeping onto his face.
Jabber chuckled under his breath, βCβmon, Zanka. You said that you wouldn't put up without a fight, right?β He said, walking up to him. βThen do it. Beat me black and blue. I know you want to.β
βFucking masochist,β Zanka whispered under his breath, kicking him in the shin as Jabber folded forward in pain, grunting as Zanka continued to assault him. A sense of pride and something more dominant came to him at this moment. He's the one that's in control now, and the thought of it made his dick throb, and he secretly wished that Jabber felt it too.
Jabber had made the first move, his hips pressing against the feeling of Zankaβs manhood underneath the soft fabric of his clothes. Zanka grunted as he started to rub against his cock. Jabber had whimpered in response, squirming underneath him.
βThis is wrong,β Zanka thought, βI shouldn't be messing with the enemy.β
Yet he continued to grind against him, watching him moan and stammer as Zanka slowly leaned down to give a rough kiss. He groaned into the kiss, feeling as Jabber wrapped his arms around his neck until the kiss was broken.
Zanka was quick to strip off his clothes as he watched Jabber do the same, revealing themselves to one another. Jabber had teased, βWhat are you waiting for, Zan-zan?β He whispered, his legs widening as he exposed his gaping hole. βYou're not gonna bail out on me, would you?β
With that, Zanka had vigorously flipped him onto his stomach, restraining him with one hand. His ass was up in the air now, legs spreading wider as he whimpered softly.
βI hate you,β Zanka said roughly. βI hate you so fucking much.β
Zanka had rubbed against Jabberβs hole, spitting in it for lube before entering his cock inside of him. Jabberβs anus clenched around his manhood, making him grunt in arousal. βYou're so fucking tight..β Zanka whispered as Jabber continued to moan from the pleasure, feeling Zanka roughly thrust inside of him, making his own dick throb violently.
He continued to pound inside of him before Jabber reached his climax. βW-wait Zanka..β Jabber cried, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. βIβm about to cumββ
His anus started to clench harder onto his cock as his cum splattered onto the hardwood floor, leaving him shaking before Zanka finished inside of him, painting his insides with hot, sticky semen.
Afterwards the room went silent, staying in the same position to catch their breath.
Their relationship will never be the same after this.
