#zenitok

When Neritok first heard something shaking overhead in his office, he assumed the source was someone on the floor above. What he hadn’t expected was for one of his ceiling tiles to slide out of place and for a pair of legs and a fluffy tail to emerge underneath. It was easy sometimes for the Zhuktor to forget that the Shaan he lived with was an accomplished thief. It was times like this, when he landed on the floor of the office with barely a sound, that those memories came flooding back.

“Fucking hell, Zenix!” he cried out in surprise, almost jumping out of his skin when the tiny man appeared in the corner of his eye. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

Zenix padded over to him and leapt up onto his desk. He was pouting, no doubt because he’d been shouted at. “I wanted ta see ya,” he said simply. “Didn’t ya want t’see me?”

“Not at work, no.” Neritok sighed, rubbing at his brow. “How did you even get in here?”

The Shaan’s pout quickly disappeared in favour of a sly grin. “I gots me ways. You know that.”

“This isn’t funny, Zenix,” Neritok said as he reached out, hooking two fingers under Zenix’s collar and tugging, forcing his head down lower. “I’ll lose my job if they catch you in here. Go home.”

Zenix whined. “But I’m lonely at home. It ain’t no fun without you there.”

“Then go to town and do something. I’ll give you some money for the arcade.”

“I don’t wanna go to the arcade!” Zenix’s eyes welled up and he gripped at Neritok’s arm, hugging it close. “I already said, didn’t I? I wanted ta see you! Nothin’ else!”

Neritok’s frown faltered for a moment. “I’ll be home in a few hour--”

“No ya won’t,” the Shaan sniffed. “Every day they makes ya stay late. Please can’t I stay with you?”

“No.”

“Pretty please!” Zenix edged further forward on the desk. Neritok could never really tell whether the puppy dog eyes he always brought out were on purpose or if they were just how his face looked. “Ya know I’m a good hider! I’ll be all small and hidden! Just let me stay, please!”

“No.”

Zenix looked like he really might start crying. And yet he clambered off the desk and right into Neritok’s lap, straddling him and gripping onto his shoulders. “Please, Neritok. I’ll do anythin’.”

“...Anything?”

Zenix nodded as hard as he could. “Anythin’, anythin’!”

The scowl was still on the Zhuktor’s face when he gripped Zenix’s waist and lifted him up. He placed him on the floor, scooting him down beneath the desk, before trapping him inside with his office chair. All the furniture in the office was too big even for Neritok - for the fully grown Zhuktor this desk had been intended for, fitting into the leg space beneath the metal top would’ve been a nightmare. Neritok could’ve fit under there quite easily; Zenix had room to spare.

“You can stay,” he said. “But if you only if you stay here, you keep quiet, and--” He unzipped his leather trousers, pulling out both of his meaty cocks and putting them on full display. “--you make it worth my while.”

Zenix’s cheeks reddened but he was smirking when he nodded. “Anythin’ for you, Master.”

Neritok finally smiled back when he reached down and scratched at his pet’s ears. “Good boy,” he praised before finally pushing his chair all the way in and getting back to his work.

Zenix didn’t waste any time. He got straight up onto his knees and gripped at Neritok’s thighs, parting them wide so he could settle in between his legs. Sucking the Zhuktor’s cocks had seemed complicated at first but his master had shown him how to pleasure both of them at once. He took one in each hand and started to pump up and down. His little tongue darted out and lapped at the tips, licking each one in turn, his tail wagging behind him as he shifted position. Eventually he parted his lips and, after tugging the upper one out of the way, his hand still stroking along its length, took the bottom cock into his mouth.

That was when there was a knock at the door.

Neritok visibly tensed, swallowing hard before he answered. “Come in.”

It was one of his work colleagues that strode in, a full-blooded Zhuktor that actually filled the doorway when he passed through it. He strode over and took a seat opposite. “You alright? You’re looking a bit flushed.”

“I’m fine,” Neritok replied a little too quickly, his cheeks darkening even more. “It’s just hot in here, that’s all.”

His colleague shrugged. “Yeah, I guess it sorta is. Did you hear they’re rescheduling us this afternoon?”

Neritok nodded. His cock was tickling the back of Zenix’s throat. If the Shaan gagged, it’d all be over. “Yes, I...” He swallowed and shifted in his seat. “I heard about that. Apparently they want the prisoner to talk ASAP.”

“More than that. You’re up in ten.”

“What?”

“They told me to come fetch you. Reckoned you might not’ve seen the latest change.”

Neritok bit his lip. “...Tell them I’ll be there in a minute. I’ve just got some stuff to finish up here first.”

“They ain’t gonna like that,” his colleague said as he stood up again. “Don’t reckon anyone but you’d even get away with saying it.”

“Oh, I know,” Neritok said. “But I’m just not in a position where I can tear myself away.”

The other Zhuktor nodded. “Alright then,” he said as he left. “I’ll see you down there.”

As soon as the door closed again, Neritok let out the desperate moan he’d been holding in that whole time. Zenix had stuffed his whole length inside him, kissing up against the base of his cock every time his head bobbed up and down. The little Shaan had no business being so good at this. Neritok could barely stand it. He gripped at the back of his chair as hard as he dared, digging his fingers in and whimpering every time Zenix swallowed around his shaft. He normally managed to remain so stern. It was amazing how quickly pleasure changed that.

“Faster,” he urged in breathy pants, groaning when Zenix complied. “Fuck! Th-That’s it.”

If his mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of cock, Zenix’s smirk would still have been firmly in place. He swirled his tongue around him, rolled his thumb around the head of the other cock, and squeezed his balls just the way he liked him to. He didn’t want to have to stop. He knew that Neritok would have to leave then, off to torture on the state’s behalf for who knew how long. But no matter how much he tried to stave off the Zhuktor’s orgasm, it came all the same, hard and heavy.

Zenix pulled back off his cock enough to be able to press the head of the second one inside him too, stretching his lips and straining his jaw with double the girth. When Neritok blew his load, his cum spurted all over his tongue, coating his mouth and his throat as he eagerly swallowed it down. He even lapped and suckled at the two dripping tips to clean them off before he pulled back, looking more dishevelled than usual.

Neritok smiled and petted him, stroking at his ears and the sides of his face. “Good boy,” he praised. “My lovely good little Zenny.”

Zenix beamed wide at that, nuzzling into every gentle touch his master’s hands gave him. “I wish you could stay with me, Master.”

“Well I can’t,” the Zhuktor said as he got to his feet. He reached down to grab the cushion that, if anyone asked, was definitely on his desk chair for comfort and not because he was too short for it otherwise. “Here, you can nap on this. I’ll be back in no time at all if you just nap, won’t I?”

Zenix took the cushion and hugged it close. It smelt completely and utterly of Neritok. He didn’t need to be told to curl up on it and go to sleep - that much, whilst nestled beneath this desk in the warmth and darkness, was inevitable. “I love you, Master,” he murmured, his voice muffled by the cushion in his arms.

A bell jingled behind the sofa. Neritok raised his head as it sounded again. Sure enough, when he peered over the back and down at the floor, he saw Zenix sneaking past, his tail high in the air.

“What are you doing?”

The Shaan gave a start. “Nothin’!” he insisted, trying to scurry away.

“Is that so?” Neritok reached over, hooked two fingers under Zenix’s collar and hauled him neatly to his feet.

“Mmhmm!” he nodded. “I ain’t done nothin’ at all!”

He was lying. Neritok knew all too well when someone was lying. “Come here.” With a gentle tug, he lead his pet around the sofa, bringing him in to stand alongside him. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

Zenix shook his head. His tail tucked between his legs and he grabbed hold of the end of it, stroking it between his hands. “I ain’t a liar and I ain’t been doin’ nothin’.”

“Oh?” Neritok raised a brow. “I suppose you won’t mind emptying your pockets for me then, will you?”

The Shaan’s eyes widened for a moment. “There ain’t nothin’ ta see in there.”

Neritok’s own eyes narrowed. He tugged his boyfriend closer and reached into each of his pockets in turn, emptying them out onto the coffee table. Zenix tried to struggle. He always tried to struggle when he was hiding something, even if he did eventually settle down and allow the Zhuktor to examine each and every confine. He even half-clambered onto his lap when his hands moved to his ass and started to tug items out of his back pockets.

Most of what Zenix had was junk. Two old biros, a length of string, a bright red paperclip, some colourful tissue paper, an empty lip-balm, the tag from a pair of shoes... Some of them were things Neritok had lost. The Shaan had quite the knack for finding the backs of his earrings when they fell out and got lost in the carpet. It wasn’t those that had caught his eye though: it was the collection of white chocolate truffles Zenix had stuffed in his jacket pockets, each of them melting and sticking against their clear wrappers.

The Zhuktor gripped one between his deep red fingers and held it up for his pet to see. “What are these?”

“Snack.”

“Snack?” Neritok’s grip on the Shaan altered. He tugged hard, wrenching him over his knee and leaving him floundering where he lay. “So my favourite chocolates are snacks, are they? You know those treats aren’t for you.”

“But they was out there on the side! In a shiny bowl!”

“They were not just on the side, Zenix,” he said. “I can only guess how many counter-tops you had to climb to get to these.”

“Five,” Zenix admitted without thinking. He covered his mouth with his hands as soon as he realised his mistake.

“So you did steal them.” He twisted the chocolate wrapper in his hands and pulled its contents out with his teeth, chewing on it as he spoke. “You know what the rules are, Zenny - you can steal as much as you like, so long as you don’t steal from me.”

His pet might’ve been pouting when he peered over his shoulder at him but his tail was curved up in the air. When Neritok tugged his trousers down, it even gave a happy little wag. He was doing this on purpose.

“You need to be taught a lesson, Zenny.” With one hand, the Zhuktor gripped his tail, tugging on it enough to make him whine and lift his bare ass. “A long, hard lesson.”

His palm came down with a firm thwack. It smacked into Zenix’s round little cheeks, making them ripple from the impact, his whole body jolting as he howled. Again he hit him. Again and again, reddening his ass with every stinging swing of his hand. The Shaan was whimpering, tears pooling in his big blue eyes, and yet Neritok could feel him hardening against his leg. By the time he was through with him, he was bound to be dripping.

He hit each of his ass cheeks in turn, making one shake and then the other. His bottom was starting to rival Neritok’s own crimson skin in tone but he didn’t relent, only stopping once each and every one of the spanks he was owed had been administered. Zenix was quivering where he lay. He’d started to cry properly now, letting out little sobs, but his tail was still in a happy position when it was finally released.

“Come here, Zenny,” Neritok cooed, scooping him up in his arms.

The Shaan darted up and straddled him. He wrapped his body around him and cuddled up to him, his tail wrapping around his arm. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“I know,” he said, rubbing his back gently. Reaching over, he grabbed one of his half-melted chocolates, tugging it out of the wrapper and bringing it up to Zenix’s lips. “Here.”

He opened his mouth and took the chocolate inside, chewing on it happily. It was the hand stroking over his beaten ass though, reaching for his hole and rubbing up against it, that brought happy little mews up from his throat.

“Are you going to be good for me now?”

Zenix nodded.

With a tug, Neritok pulled the rope taut and tied it off. Zenix’s wrists were fastened tight to the headboard now, his arms forced straight up above his head. Rope was tied about his knees too, keeping his legs bent and spread, each of the two loose ends attached to the collar at his throat. Neritok’s pet couldn’t have moved if he’d wanted to and Neritok was sure, even with how fidgety the shaan was wont to be, that he wanted nothing less.

Each of Neritok’s red hands pressed against Zenix’s thighs as he moved between his legs. His thumbs traced the outline of his hole, pressing at the rim before pushing inside and spreading him lightly. Zenix jolted, the bell at his collar ringing sharply.

“Don’t worry, my sweet little Zenny,” Neritok said with a smirk as he lined up the tip of his cock. “I’ll be gentle.”

He went slowly at first. He was so much bigger than the shaan that his cock looked almost monstrous against him. Yet every inch pushed its way inside, drawing a new whimpering whine from Zenix’s throat as it did, never stopping until Neritok’s hips pressed against the marks on his pet’s freshly spanked ass. The respite lasted but a moment. The zhuktor pulled all the way back in one swift movement before thrusting his way back inside. Again he did it, getting faster and faster, each slap of flesh punctuated by harsh moans and a violently ringing bell.

Neritok leant in and pressed his lips to the soft fur of Zenix’s body, working his way slowly up his neck. He could hear every muttered “fuck”, every choked out “p-please”, and every sweet beg of “Master” as his pet squirmed beneath him. His little cock, hard and throbbing, trailed pre-cum across both their stomachs as it was pressed between them, jerking every time Neritok sent a rolling thrust across his prostate.

By the time his lips found Zenix’s and started to press sweet kisses to them, the zhuktor’s cheeks had started to darken with a deep blush. Had the shaan always been so cute or was it just now, at the times when he was completely at his master’s beck and call, that Neritok was so completely enamoured by him? He’d been angry with him earlier -- as per usual, he’d been stealing things from around the zhuktor’s home, collecting them in the crowded pockets of his jeans only to sheepishly empty them out again when he was caught. Neritok was sure he was just trying to annoy him on purpose... and much to the zhuktor’s chagrin, that too was incredibly cute.

Neritok should’ve been asleep by now. He would’ve been asleep, of course, if it wasn’t for the lingering figure at his bedside who kept fidgeting until he rolled over and looked him in the eye. It was Zenix. Who else would it have been? He was dressed in an oversized t-shirt which, judging by the wrinkles and the food stain on it, the shaan had swiped from the laundry basket.

“There’s clean ones in the drawers,” he murmured, sounding as tired as he felt. “You should know, from how often you’ve rifled through them.”

Sighing, he lifted the quilt, shuffling back to allow a small space between his bare red torso and the mattress’ edge. All it took was a tug of Zenix’s wrist and his pet came clambering after him, snuggling up against his front and wrapping his little furry arms about his middle.