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The mist was slowly dissipating and Zanka’s first instinct was to make sure everyone was alright. The big trashbeast that had plagued the nearby town was destroyed by him and Riyo, the small fry having been taken care of by the backline consisting of their usual supporters and Enjin to make sure nothing went through the gates. Rudo had been their backup, having ensnared the beast with a metal wire he’d found last week.
“Anyone hurt?” Zanka asked loudly when the air had mostly cleared, revealing his team.
All the cleaners seemed fine, even though Gris looked like he’d taken a pretty hard hit. His arm was bleeding, but Tomme was already administering first aid to him and chastising him about being careful if he was going to duke it out with a trashbeast, even when it was a small one.
He sighed in relief when nobody spoke up to answer his question, and he approached the backline together with Rudo and Riyo.
When he got closer, he noticed Enjin was manually holding his mask, the strap broken and useless. He looked annoyed. Didn’t he have an extra mask?
“Here,” Zanka said when he approached the blond, digging into his bag and taking out his spare.
Enjin muttered a thanks as he switched out the two, running a hand through his unruly hair after it was properly secured on his face. He briefly looked between everyone before he turned his Umbreaker back to its original form. Riyo did the same, storing her Jinki safely in her belt.
“Good job, everyone. Let’s go home, I’m absolutely starvin’,” Enjin said. He didn’t linger, turning back to town to grab the car so they could get their payment and a good meal. Zanka followed him, frowning a little when he noticed Enjin using his Jinki as a cane. He didn’t waste a second, catching up with him.
“Did you get hurt?” The brunet asked, but Enjin merely shook his head, his eyes still on the road ahead.
Zanka hummed unenthusiastically, wondering why Enjin seemed to be in a shitty mood. Maybe he sprained his ankle or something. Normally he was all chatter after a job.
He kept an eye on Enjin for the remainder of the walk, seeing how the other cleaners slowly caught up with his pace. Usually he was always confidently striding in front, his team one or two steps behind. This time however, Follo and Gris were already in front of him.
Zanka pulled Riyo’s sleeve to get her attention, and she gave him a smile, together with a “What’s up?”
“You think Enjin’s okay?” He asked. He wasn’t imagining things, he knew that, and even though Enjin wasn't acting like himself, he still wanted to make sure he wasn’t creating issues out of nothing.
“Might be messed up from the air,” she shrugged, “‘Dunno how long he had to fight without a mask. Maybe let Eishia know so he won’t skip his checkup,” the redhead yawned before she continued, “You know he fusses over us, but he never really bothers the medical bay with his injuries unless he’s completely out of commission."
That was something that irked Zanka to no end. Several times he’d been told Enjin suffered some kind of injury but failed to actually get help for it, always blathering some kind of excuse about unnecessary use of supplies.
Enjin was acting tough. So be it, but Zanka would make sure he was alright once they got back and there were no more eyes potentially looking at him.
His annoyance and worry towards Enjin ignoring his condition only grew when the blond asked Tomme to drive them back instead of taking the wheel himself, opting to stare out of the window while he sat in the front passenger seat, wrapped up in his coat and ignoring everyone around him. He looked exhausted, and Zanka had decided he was going to rip him a new one for being so careless about his own health.
After dragging him to medical, that was.
The mist those trashbeasts emitted must’ve been the cause for his lethargic behavior, and Zanka was keeping a close eye on him from the backseat to ensure it wouldn’t get worse. At one point, Enjin pulled up one leg and hid his face with his arm, clutching his Jinki as he held it close to his chest.
Once they made it over the rocky road back towards HQ, Tomme got out and helped Gris stand even though the supporter assured her he was fine. Everyone else followed suit, except Enjin. He was much slower, struggling to stand upright as he swayed towards the front door, everyone’s attention directed towards him with raised brows and worried looks.
“Enjin?” Zanka ran after him once again, but the blond waved him off.
“Jus’ need a nap. Don’t bother me for a sec,” he muttered, going inside the building and closing the door before Zanka could follow him.
The brunet eyed the three supporters, Tomme shrugging at Enjin’s behavior, also confused.
Rudo walked up to Zanka, and his voice was steady, but Zanka could tell he was worried, too.
“Something was wrong with that mist,” the teen muttered, confirming Zanka’s earlier assumption, “It looked like it came from capsules. I could see them let it out into the air from where I was standing,” he held up an empty container with some dark purple liquid, its color matching the mist in the air.
“And you didn’t tell anyone?” Zanka was getting ready to swat his head, but Rudo protested immediately.
“Who would’ve cared? We were all wearing masks! Except Enjin, but I didn’t know his was broken,” he sighed, “I tried to tell him but he dismissed it. Said not to talk to him so I figured I’d just write it in my report.”
So Rudo got the same treatment he did, huh.
“I’m gonna check up on him,” Zanka decided, even though Enjin was adamantly refusing help. This wasn’t the time to be stubborn. What if it could have a lasting effect?
The brunet easily made his way through HQ without waiting for Rudo to respond, entering the living quarters and going up three flights of stairs to arrive at Enjin’s, unsurprisingly, locked door, all in the span of two minutes.
He knocked, waiting for a reply.
Nothing came, but Zanka wasn’t so easily deterred. He was known for being stubborn, and therefore, he knocked again.
“Enjin, please open the door,” Zanka called out. “Rudo suspects you may have been poisoned.”
“Go away, Zanka…” came a hoarse reply. The brunet narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath and hoping Enjin would forgive him for breaching his privacy later. The man obviously wasn’t alright, and it was now Zanka’s self given duty to get his head out of his ass.
He took a hairpin from his hair and tried to bypass the lock after pulling it apart, doing his very best to remember Riyo’s sugar filled ramblings on how to lockpick successfully. He heard something fall, and he assumed it was the key that was left in the hole on the other end of the door, so he kept going, turning the now ruined hairpin slowly but surely until he felt the small mechanism inside move, granting him access.
He had his hand on the handle, but before he could open the door, Enjin’s voice spoke up, muffled but clear.
“Please– just leave me alone, Zan. Don’t call anyone over either… Fuck…”
That did it. Zanka slipped through the door after opening it enough for his frame to fit, and he was met with Enjin’s very lived-in room, full of books and random trinkets, together with a ton of unfinished paperwork strewn about on his desk. The owner of it all was hidden under a blanket, completely obscured.
“Enjin,” Zanka said, which caused an immediate stir from the heap of fabric on the bed. “You know you’re poisoned. Why won’t you let anyone check you out?” He asked, slowly coming closer.
“Get– ahh…” the struggle was so severe he couldn’t even finish his sentence, so Zanka stopped caring about personal space, at the bed in less than a second and taking the covers off him.
The brunet’s blue eyes widened considerably, shocked at what he found.
Enjin, panting and curled up, a trembling hand in his own hair and another on his lower abdomen, eyes tightly shut and refusing, or rather unable to face Zanka. His face was flushed and his skin sweaty, the tank top he wore ridden up to reveal his stomach tattoo, coat long abandoned but shoes still on, one zipper only halfway pulled down.
“Go away–” Enjin grit out, “Please,” one eye briefly opened, his pupil completely dilated and barely able to show any of its golden hue before it closed again, the owner burying his face further into the pillow.
Zanka was drawing a blank.
What was going on? He looked to be in pain, so why the hell was he refusing help?
“Enjin, come on, we gotta get you to medical–” he reached out to get the taller man to sit up, but Enjin tried to shy away from his touch, shaking his head.
“Don’t– touch me–” he panted, his ragged breaths filling the silence in the room.
“At least tell me what’s wrong!” Zanka was now losing his own cool, steadily growing more panicked at seeing the normally so laid back giver gasping for air and pulling his own hair like every strand was the reason for his pain.
“Nothing, just go…please,” the blond pleaded, but Zanka couldn’t possibly leave him the way he was.
He reached for his choker, the sound of it responding soft yet deafening between them, but before he could speak, Enjin got up and threw himself on top of the brunet, both of them landing on the floor with a dull thud, Enjin pinning Zanka’s hands so he couldn’t contact anyone.
“No…” Enjin’s voice croaked out as he shook his head. Zanka felt Enjin’s body losing whatever strength he had, and the bulk that made up the man above him now landed fully on top of him, his trembling hands letting go of Zanka’s wrist to try and find purchase on the floor yet failing.
“Enjin–” Zanka started, but promptly cut off his own words when he felt the blond shiver at his voice. He saw how the taller man struggled to raise his head, seeing tears of pure frustration threaten to fall down his face, and it all became clear when Enjin rolled his hips against Zanka's thigh, something hard pressing against him.
“I can’t stop it…” Enjin said with a trembling voice, his eyes unfocused as he locked them with Zanka’s own.
“Okay,” Zanka nodded, trying to keep cool even though he felt his face heat up at the realization that Enjin was so aroused he was losing control over himself, “Let’s get Eishia, alright?”
“No, I can’t–” the blond let his head drop onto Zanka’s chest as he failed to stop his body from moving once more, “I can’t let her see me like this… nor anyone else,” he nearly clawed his blunt fingernails into the floor, Zanka noticing how badly he was trying to keep himself together.
“Then what the hell else are we supposed to do? I can’t just leave you like this,” Zanka protested, “You inhaled some kind of toxic fume, we need to get it out of your system.”
“Just fucking leave me be, Zanka!” Enjin raised his voice, a near growl as he pushed himself off of the brunet to crawl back onto the bed, barely able to get onto it. Zanka stood up, helping him but receiving a hiss the moment he touched the taller man.
Trying not to feel horrible for the apparent pain he was causing Enjin, he guided him onto the bed and watched the way the blond resumed his previous position, doing his best to shimmy away from Zanka, who was now sitting on the bed, trying to think of a way to convince Enjin into seeing someone who could get rid of the poison.
“At least let me…” he swallowed, “try and help. Maybe after we can–”
A set of distressed eyes met his, and Enjin shook his head.
“Don’t,” the blond tried to shut him down. Zanka sighed. It was obvious the reason he didn’t want anyone to see him was because it was beyond embarrassing and totally inappropriate, so maybe he could attempt to calm him down, at least enough for him to agree to see a medical professional.
“I’m helping,” Zanka decided, fully crawling onto the bed, “Just like you would help anyone else in a bad spot, alright?” He reminded Enjin of the way he’d gotten Zanka to where he was nowadays, more confident in himself, no longer held back by his impossible standards. He wasn’t where he wanted to be yet, but Enjin helped him grow as a person. Zanka didn’t want him to suffer.
Enjin remained quiet, refusing to look at Zanka.
“Will you let me?” The brunet tilted his head, and Enjin seemed to fight his mind for a while, ultimately relaxing somewhat and no longer inching away from his teammate, giving a strained nod.
Zanka was entirely out of his element, but he had no time to worry about any of that since Enjin was in pain. He got closer to Enjin, who tensed up when he felt Zanka’s hand on his knee, trying to spread his legs.
“God, this is messed up…” Enjin hid his face as he allowed the brunet to guide him onto his back. Zanka situated himself between the blond’s legs, his hand hovering over the already undone pants Enjin was wearing. To say he was inexperienced would be an understatement, but he was always a fast learner. He could adapt.
Here goes nothing, Zanka thought, pulling down the fabric and revealing Enjin's cock, painfully hard and weeping sticky precum. He could see the taller man grab onto the sheets he was laying on, trying to contain himself. Zanka took a deep breath, wrapping his hand around the blond’s girth and instantly hearing him hiss out at the careful touch.
“Fuck, Zanka…” the brunet heard him say, and it made his own dick twitch in interest at the breathy sound coming from Enjin. However much Zanka liked him, he pushed all those unsaid feelings down to the bottom of his mind, instead focusing on releasing some of the tension Enjin was struggling to get rid of. He had to fix this, or who knew what would happen to the man he looked up to.
Giving an experimental stroke, he eyed Enjin’s face, surprised to see him staring down at what was happening. Zanka failed to hide his blush, looking back at his hand trying to hold Enjin’s cock. He was big, bigger than Zanka expected, which gave him some very inappropriate thoughts. Curiosity took over as he leaned down, opening his mouth to lick the tip, the taste salty on his tongue. Enjin writhed at the feeling, a string of unintelligible curses leaving his mouth.
“Please–” Zanka could make out, and it was all he needed to sink lower, his lips closing around Enjin’s length with fervor, closing his eyes and humming at the intense feeling of having something so big filling up his mouth and teasing his throat. He tried his best to relax, to not choke and when he got used to it, he sucked.
Three things happened all at once. Enjin’s hand went from the sheets to Zanka’s hair, the cock in his mouth went further down his throat, and he could feel Enjin cum, his dick twitching in Zanka’s mouth during his release.
Zanka’s eyes teared up from the sudden invasion, and he quickly retreated, coughing and gasping for air. The bitter taste of semen lingered on his tongue, and he wiped away the tears that had escaped and rolled down his face. He dared to peek at Enjin, who only looked more frustrated, both of his palms digging into his eyesockets from the pure loss of self-control. His lower half was still the same, painfully hard and leaking, his release almost a fever dream to them both.
“Enjin,” Zanka took one of Enjin’s wrists and pried his hand off of his face, seeing the man look at him, still hazy and unfocused, his chest heaving uneven breaths.
“Tell me what you need,” the brunet told him, and Enjin closed his visible eye.
It seemed to be a task greater than anything Enjin had ever faced, but eventually he spoke up, albeit struggling with his phrasing due to how out of it he was. Zanka felt like a voyeurist, seeing Enjin in such a state. It made him feel borderline dirty the way his own arousal was growing by the second.
“Need you…” he whispered, “Need to–”
“To fuck me?” Zanka finished for him, and Enjin gave a strained nod. A tattooed hand blindly reached out to him, and Zanka took it, guiding it to his waist.
“Do you have lube?” Zanka asked, never having thought he’d ask Enjin that question. His crush was just that. A crush. He never cared to act on it, not with how out of reach Enjin always seemed. Now, though, it was him who was Enjin’s only outlet for the unknown effects of the mist that had entered the blond’s lungs. Zanka’s plan was a fickle one, and who knew if it would even help or not, but the way Enjin was now, there was no way he would ever agree to show himself to any of the cleaners. His pride was almost as bad as his smoking habit, so the only thing Zanka could do was at least try to reduce whatever was causing him to be like this.
Enjin weakly pointed towards his nightstand drawer, trying to open it but unable to. Zanka leaned over the blond, noticing how Enjin’s hold got stronger when he moved, as if to keep him close.
“Relax, I ain’t going anywhere,” Zanka told him, eternally grateful for the mask he perfected at a young age to try and seem stronger, like nothing affected him.
In reality, he was freaking out, not having done anything like this ever before. His only knowledge had been from late nights and curiosity, his body still unknown to anything intimate like this.
Distantly he was glad it was Enjin, someone he trusted. He only hoped the blond would have the same thoughts, being in the situation they were in right now.
He opened the drawer, fishing out the bottle and taking a somewhat shaky breath. He dropped the lube next to Enjin and reached for the buttons on his shirt as he settled back down, now sitting on Enjin’s hips. The man still held onto his waist like he’d disappear at any given moment, so Zanka tried to make quick work of getting rid of his clothes. It took a moment to throw everything next to the bed due to his nervousness, but soon he was only wearing his briefs, the air touching his bare skin sending a shiver down his spine.
“Hey,” he said softly. Enjin had been looking at him for a while now, his flushed face still making him look like he was drunk. He seemed to fight himself to stay still, the hand on Zanka’s waist nearly bruising.
“You know you can do whatever you want, right? I’m just here to make you feel better,” Zanka told him, reaching under the blond’s tank top and feeling just how much he was restraining himself.
“I’ll end up hurting you…” Enjin managed to respond, which made Zanka raise a brow at him.
“I’m pretty sure I can handle it,” the brunet cocked his head to the side, feigning nonchalance. Maybe if he acted like it wasn’t a big deal at all, Enjin would naturally follow.
The blond’s hand slowly released its grip, Zanka looking down at it and realizing that yes, he was left with a mark.
Something bubbled up inside of Zanka, a twisted feeling that made him want more, more of Enjin’s marks, bruises and whatever else he could get. He would be ready to take it, just like those offhand compliments strewn his way like small breadcrumbs keeping a bird interested.
He leaned down, briefly forgetting the whole reason he was even straddling Enjin’s hips, and he whispered in Enjin’s ear:
“Just use me, Enjin.”
He barely had the chance to figure out the fact he was switching places with the taller man, now laying on his back with wide eyes while Enjin glared down at him, genuinely looking like his own mind was his worst enemy.
“I tried so hard,” he grit out, ripping off Zanka’s last piece of clothing from his body and squirting a glob of lube right between his legs, making the brunet gasp in surprise and shiver at the cold liquid running down his skin.
“Why did you have to get in my room?” Enjin continued, not waiting for Zanka to relax as he pushed his middle finger inside Zanka’s hole, a cut off moan leaving the brunet's throat in response to the sudden intrusion.
He couldn’t say anything as he felt another finger soon join the first, crudely fucking into him in an attempt to ready him for Enjin’s dick. His voice betrayed him the moment he felt a hot mouth suck on his chest, biting hard and licking the resulting red ring forming around his nipple.
“Enjin…” Zanka breathed out, and suddenly he was left feeling somewhat empty when the blond took out his fingers.
“I can’t wait anymore, Zanka…” Enjin sounded absolutely broken, a trembling hand grabbing him and turning him onto his stomach, perching his ass into the air.
Zanka swallowed, eyes wide.
Was this actually happening? This was what he wanted, so why was he scared? Was it because this type of thing had only ever played out in his dreams?
He’d always forced himself to stomp down any perversion when it came to Enjin, determined to stay professional. Enjin was his superior, his colleague. Someone he looked up to, and someone he always chased for approval.
But now he’d turned into a hole to be fucked by that same man he was so eager to please, to hopefully get him to come back from whatever effects the unknown capsules had unleashed into the air.
He held onto the pillow his head was laying on, closing his eyes and trying to take a deep breath, yet all that filled him was Enjin’s scent, making his mind even more of a mess.
He was in Enjin’s room, allowing himself to be used however Enjin wanted under the guise of helping him, while in reality, a delusion he’d harbored since ages was becoming truth.
Zanka couldn’t spiral into any deeper thoughts as he felt something slide against his hole, resulting in a blush so deep it made even his chest red, blooming all over him.
Oh, god. He'd barely been prepared to take that monster.
He looked up slightly when nothing happened, and he found Enjin’s eyes, still seemingly fighting that last bit of self restraint as he was still struggling to breathe due to his body completely overwhelming him.
Zanka frowned, arching his back and reaching for Enjin’s cock, trying to push it inside himself.
“Just– fuck me already, we'll worry about the rest later,” Zanka said with a wavering voice, which seemed to be the last bit of persuasion Enjin needed. He finally, truly gave in, bucking his hips forward and making Zanka cry out in pain.
The feeling of being filled up all at once without warning was leaving him tense all over, desperately trying to calm down but only resulting in him garbling out a curse when Enjin’s dick pulled out of him, only to repeat the process and this time fully press into him, tears beginning to prickle at his eyes.
“Holy fuck–” Zanka moaned when he felt Enjin pick up the pace and his face being pushed down into the mattress, another calloussed hand keeping his ass up.
“Zanka…” the brunet heard, his name like a plea, begging for something, but Zanka couldn’t manage to figure out what when he was getting pounded without a moment to even catch his breath. The sloppy noises of Enjin’s dick going in and out of him made him feel like a cheap whore, only there to satisfy Enjin.
The hand on the back of his head traveled down to his arm, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up in the air.
“You’re too deep!” Zanka cried out, his eyes closed tightly. Enjin groaned when Zanka suddenly tensed up all over. His cock might as well have been a weapon, Zanka thought when he felt a shock of something unfamiliar split through him when he was fully sheathed on Enjin's length, the blond reaching even deeper inside him and a hand coming down to push on his stomach, the pressure almost too much to bear.
Zanka was sniffling at the constant repeat of pleasure mixed with the pain of having Enjin ram into him, biting his bottom lip bloody to minimize the embarrassing noises coming out of him. Every feeling flooding over him was so alarming all at once that he had no idea how to behave, and he reached up to claw at Enjin’s inked arm, trying to make the blond cease his brutal pace, but he found no solace, only mind-numbing bliss.
“So…fucking tight,” Enjin growled, like an animal being denied its prey and finally having found it, “You should’ve left–” he groaned, his hand going lower and lower, grabbing a hold of Zanka’s neglected cock, “Why the hell did you think this was okay?”
Zanka couldn’t respond, only whimper at the feeling of being fucked from behind and his dick being tugged at by Enjin at the same time, it was all him, all him, making him lose his carefully crafted dignity.
Who was helping who? Was Zanka helping Enjin? Or was Enjin feeding Zanka’s delusions? Did he know about Zanka’s crush? Was that why?
The brunet felt his strength leave him as something became more and more apparent in his lower region. He tried to voice what was happening, but all he could form was a sob, half stuck in his throat. Everything quickly became too much, he had no way to prepare himself for this, completely shocked at the new feelings flowing into him without pause.
“God, you sound so pretty…” Enjin lowered him back onto the bed, leaning over him and marking his neck with a painful yet perfect bite of his teeth, lapping at his skin when Zanka grabbed at his own hair in pure overwhelmed arousal, much like Enjin had done when Zanka found him in his bed barely fifteen minutes ago.
“Enjin, I’m–” he whimpered, feeling the intensity of Enjin’s movements only speeding up with his half coherent announcement, both his hands moving to settle on Zanka’s hips to keep him steady as the blond fucked into him.
“Be good for me, Zanka,” Enjin commanded him, so Zanka bloodied his lip again, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock to keep himself from coming.
His eyes were rolling back more and more every time Enjin hit that sweet spot inside of him, and the way his hole clenched at the constant spikes of ecstasy filling his body caused Enjin to become more erratic, his own voice coming out in breathy groans and curses.
Zanka thought he had a good mantra going in his head at some point to stay somewhat grounded through the rearrangement of his guts, but it was completely disturbed when Enjin flipped him onto his back, which got him an eyeful of the man that had been using his ass to get off.
Enjin’s top had been removed, his inked chest on full display and his pants were only halfway on as if he had no care for the fact they were still clinging to him. His hair was damp with sweat, and his eyes hazy, unfocused like before, yet there was something more animalistic as those dark pools looked down at him. Zanka’s breath hitched in his throat, eyes widening at the sight.
“Come for me, Zanka,” Enjin said, hand spreading Zanka’s legs further apart.
All Zanka had to do was let go of that constricting grip he’d been holding onto, wrapping his legs around Enjin and arching his back uncontrollably as a string of cum shot all over himself, mouth open in a voiceless cry. His hands were gripping the pillow, eyes closing tight upon feeling Enjin shoot his own load inside him, impossibly deep while he milked the blond dry with every twitch of his hole.
He didn’t know how long he laid there, but when he came to, Enjin was still languidly fucking into him, his face not having lost its flush. Zanka reached up, somewhat struggling, and touched him, successfully getting his attention.
“Do you…feel better?” Zanka asked, his voice hoarse.
Enjin gave an absent minded nod, trailing his calloused hand down Zanka’s defiled chest and stomach, finally landing on his groin. Zanka failed to catch the sound leaving him when he felt Enjin thumb the head of his still recovering dick.
“Wait–” Zanka started, but he was ignored, another tug making him moan embarrassingly loud. The feeling of still being penetrated after having come was proving to quickly be too much, and Zanka tried to crawl back. Enjin grabbed his wrist, leaning closer and fully sheathing himself inside Zanka, who grit his teeth and closed his eyes at the overstimulation, desperately trying not to make any more shameful sounds.
A puff of breath on his neck made him stop moving to try and see what was happening, Enjin kissing him right on his jugular lazily before moving onto his jaw, and then looking at him for a while, finally leaning in as if he’d made a decision.
His tongue was hot against Zanka’s own, and the brunet barely had the brainpower to realize that oh, he was being kissed. With some effort, he was able to let Enjin freely explore his mouth, his arms wrapping around the blond’s neck to keep himself steady.
“You’re so perfect,” Enjin said after a while of uncoordinated kissing from both of their exhaustion, “Almost like you were made for me…”
Zanka was pretty sure Enjin lost his mind with the way he was speaking, leaving openmouthed kisses all over him, sucking on his skin and leaving all kinds of bruises and marks. He resumed his movement, to which Zanka instantly tensed up again. It was all too much, and he ended up biting his own hand just to handle the aftereffect of whatever it was that made Enjin so pent up. How in the world was he still hard?
“Enjin, it hurts,” Zanka panted, and the blond looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes.
“Okay,” Enjin nodded, blinking a few times as if he was trying to get rid of the haze in his mind. It seemed he’d regained some of his self control, at least. Zanka inwardly let himself feel a modicum of relief.
“turn to your side,” the taller man told him. Zanka dutifully did so, the strange feeling of Enjin still inside him making him blush all over again.
Enjin didn’t seem to care at all, laying next to him and slotting the brunet’s back against his chest like a puzzle, still trailing butterfly kisses along his neck and shoulder. He threw the blanket over their still damp bodies, clearly not giving a shit about cleaning anything up at all.
“Better?” he asked, and Zanka gave a shy nod. Being so close to Enjin suddenly felt surreal. He couldn’t stop the nervousness clinging at him, but when Enjin’s hands trailed along his body, he slowly relaxed, closing his eyes and focusing on that instead of his doubts.
Before long, he succumbed to his exhaustion, mind focused on Enjin’s lips kissing his neck before he fully drifted off.
A knock on the door slowly brought him back from his dreams, and he groaned at his muscles protesting against any type of movement. Enjin was still holding him, and it took all of his effort to sit up and get out of his grasp. He felt kind of really, really gross when he remembered he was still covered in his own release, and moving away from the blond made him realize all over again that Enjin was still connected to him, but there was someone at the door, so he stood up, feeling Enjin’s cock slip out of him and with it the thick cum that Enjin had kept from running down his thighs. He grimaced, a dull pain settling in his lower back. He picked up Enjin’s tank top that had been discarded on the floor alongside all of their other clothes and put it on, padding over to the door.
When he opened it just a little, he waited for whoever was on the other side to answer.
“Um, Enjin? Rudo had me analyze what was in that trashbeast’s capsule. I made an antidote as fast as I could. I hope you take it… I can’t imagine the discomfort you must be feeling right now…” Eishia’s voice was what greeted him, so he stayed silent, taking the vial lingering in the opening he’d created.
“I’ll be off, then…” she said softly, and Zanka turned the clear liquid in his hand. He had to give this to Enjin.
He sighed, going back to bed and nudging Enjin’s arm.
“Got the cure,” he said when the blond frowned, slowly opening his tired eyes.
“Ah…” Enjin exhaled, running a hand down his face when he undoubtedly remembered what he’d done.
Zanka handed him the vial, and the blond downed it in one go without waiting a second, shuddering at the taste. Zanka took the empty container back and placed it on the nightstand, resuming his position with the blond. He shimmied his ass against Enjin’s still hard cock, feeling daring enough to coax the taller man into what he wanted to happen.
“Aren’t you just fuckin’ naughty?” Enjin chuckled, hugging him close and slipping back into him, the feeling of being filled once more causing Zanka to sigh in relief as he pushed back against Enjin, biting his lip when the blond licked his neck, sinking his teeth right into a dark purple bruise.