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Enjin paid him a visit again today. The Enjin. Akuta leader and pro Cleaner. Not only that, he's been visiting him almost daily even if it's a quick conversation from the door. He comes by after missions or early in the morning before Semiu chews his ear off for slacking and he has to go out for work.
The brats visit him too, coming in toe with the blond or one by one throughout the day. He hated to admit it...but appreciated those too, it gave his boring day a spark...
None as comparable to his mentor though.
Zanka mostly gave a stroll around HQ before he got lightheaded enough to return to the medical ward. Only a week more and he'll be back to full health as per Eishia's prognosis.
For now, a book, looking out the window at the courtyard and exchanging small talk with everyone was entertainment enough.
"Yo, Zanka. How's it going"
His heart skips at the voice, eyes glancing away from the printed letters, Enjin greeting in casual attire and a plastic bag. It's late today, dinner had already been served, Eishia done with administering his nightly dosage of meds.
"Passed by"–he yawns loud, attempts to cover it with a hand–"Before heading for bed, had a busy day, high time, lots of odd jobs. Rudo told you about his score? That's a good teacher he has there" He says, placing the bag on the table, "Got you more vitamin jelly"
Zanka smiles like a dork for half a second at the compliment and gift.
"Yeah, kid's doin' pretty good"
"He is!" Enjin sits on the bed besides Zanka's, grabs an apple and tosses it around for self amusement, "We've had a butlload of work, when you get better there will plenty on your plate" he puts the fruit back on the nightstand, eyeing the Sphereite's flowers warmly.
"Bet. So, anythin' interesting?" Zanka looks at him, one brow arched, earrings jingling.
"Yeah, there where this beasts made from trash bags, they infested several homes, I'll admit, they looked kind of cutesy, like balloons with nubby arms–" the blond laid on his back, hand on his torso itches at his belly over the loose shirt, other arm tucked under the pillow–"a breeze to take care of, just plenty in numbers"
Zanka knew what was coming and he totally disliked it, regardless of who it was. It was awkward, he felt like a pindrop would wake them up, therefore hated making noise at all. Maybe he'll tour headquarters for a bit, see if anyone's at the common room....
Sure enough before he can utter another word, Enjin had dropped like a fly, snoring quietly while splayed on the bed, sandals on...his face scrunched at that...shoes on the bed where a pet peeves of his...
"Dang it...", he throws the covers aside, feet in slippers, Zanka leaves the room.
He stumbles upon Bro and Gris playing cards on the common room, their third man missing. They joke about Akuta's leader hibernating for winter like a bear. He kills some time chattering with them before heading back, biding both good night, rubbing an eye with a stretch. Snoozy atmosphere contagious.
Upon his return Zanka is disappointed to find Enjin was still comatose on the bed, spit already cumulating by the corner of his agape mouth. The teen clicks his tongue, pauses in front of the man's bed, observing him cautiously. Continues on to his, begrudgingly taking a seat.
There's a mumble then, something he doesn't quite get followed by a sigh and Zanka turns his head dubious, lips already forming the inquiry about his state of consciousness when he realizes: Enjin was just muttering slurred words in his slumber.
Most likely, dreaming.
If it was awkward before, it went weird from there....Zanka tries to ignore it, he would much prefer to also be asleep as well thank you very much, rest was one of the things he needed the most. Yet, achieving that was rather difficult with someone now actively twitching as they doze. Whatever Enjin was dreaming must be good.
Zanka didn't dream much, it was either memories from his past or him conquering some terrible foe in a flashy manner. Nightmares where amidst those too, fears he didn't speak aloud, others, only some of his closest comrades where aware of their existence. The blond lost in nightly visions being one of them.
So he puffs a dragged exhale, lips trilling as Zanka tries to look out the window, met with the pitch darkness outside and his own reflection staring back on the glass. There's the constant wirr of the A/C blowing cool air mixing in with the blond's soft snores until it all fades into white noise.
Maybe it wasn't that bad...Zanka glances at the bag of snacks on the table, eyes fleet to Rudo's bouquet of fake flowers, finally landing on Enjin's form. Zanka never stared long at him...Enjin moved too much, he spoke with his hands, always animated. Here Zanka can follow the worls and patterns of the intricate inkwork etched on skin, traces them to the hand curled limp over his stomach, startles briefly at the subtle twitch of his fingers. Something else moves, the Nijiku catches by the corner of an eye...
Zanka goes lower, staring attentive...what was it?...
When the movement occurs again, Zanka wished he could turn back the clock to avoid seeing it altogether...to top it off, Enjin's head tosses with another mumble...
This had to be a sick joke...
"You gotta be shittin' me..." He mutters, rubbing his face.
It was Enjin's nethers that... kicked...and by the second stolen gaze he gives to be sure it's not his groggy brain being loopy, Zanka confirms that indeed yes...it was one heck of a dream to be getting that sort of reaction...a raunchy one at best...
What where the godamn odds? Such was his rotten luck. A guy and not just any guy pitching one right next to him!? Jabber's neurotoxin should've taken him then and there....he didn't survive it for this...
"Co..me on...don't...be a tease babe..."
Enjin rustles, bending a knee, arm under the pillow sliding out on the white sheets. Great. He was dead-ass talking now...
Zanka can't prevent the physical reaction of red creeping up his cheeks. Wasn't just the talking that made him blush...but–holy shit–Enjin was blessed....at least the bulge poking from underneath his pants was impressive....and he was....
Why was he staring at it again!?...
Well curiosity killed the cat didn't it....
Didn't make it any better that Enjin seemed to be bothered...his brows where furrowed, mouth down-turned and breath coming in a bit more ragged. The blond was becoming more restless as well...he gasps another plea, "don't make me wait" Zanka deciphers.
Could it be that his mentor was on a dry spell?...all of his fellow Cleaners where complaining about the mountain of work, one day a week maybe wasn't enough for the blond to get lucky, though he got whatever chance to go bask in the city's night life, courting a woman into a one night stand was no easy feat. Not for him at least...
The lucky genius over there surely had it way more easier...bastard was a handsome devil with charisma and brains.
Still....good looks didn't seem to be enough to score it seems.
Seeing it straining against the fabric was painful. Zanka almost felt...bad....bad enough that he found himself standing by Enjin, eyes narrowed. He debated himself on if he should wake him or let it pass...either of both will result in a very embarrassing conclusion for both parties involved...
Just then, as he's contemplating his next move, Enjin arches, sluggish, unconsciously, his legs spasm and he moans through another gasp....
Zanka flushes deeper. Pupils darting...this was beyond mortifying...he felt lewd watching him wriggling like that, seeing the curve of that bulge fluttering...
He....
He wanted...to touch it....
"Crap..." Zanka mouths between a snarl...he's always been curious...that was a curse that followed him since he got flooded by the cocktail of hormones that kick-started puberty...the ashy blond was atrracted to boys...or more specifically...to their dicks and where he could fit them in...no romance, no lovey-dovey bullshit, it was purely physical.
Many guys at Kamuatari weren't openly into the sort of thing...so his encounters where far, few and poor...not that he'd get to have much experience at only seventeen either...not even with girls...
Zanka did draw a hard line on the curious part. His primary goal being to get stronger and earn a decent living. He wasn't going out of his way to make that happen.
That was...until this very moment...till his fingers just....skimmed above the dancing heat and the man attached to it rolled his hips seeking further contact...
He just. Touched a dick... barely...
The teen looks around nervy, like something was going to combust spontaneously...but nothing happens really...Enjin didn't actually wake from that...his eyes where still blank as paper, body responding to the electrical input from his brain. Mechanical reactions from physical stimulation...
Zanka wets his lips, heart thrumming...if that didn't make the blond budge, maybe he could do more...he did want to actually get a proper feel of it...yet...
That would be wrong. Enjin was out cold and Zanka would basically be taking advantage of him just for the sake of satisfying his own curiosity....
Would be?
The tatooed man slept like the dead, his head would swing heavy no matter how many potholes Gris hit while traversing through the unpaved roads, wouldn't rise till they came to a full stop.
So...
so....maybe..just a bit...
Just. Another light touch...and he'll call it quits, take another stroll...give the man the privacy he deserved.
Damn it he's fallen low...all just to feel a dude's pecker...well he wasn't giving the Nijiku a good name before either way, might as well get completely disowned now rather than later....
For all of Zanka's tribulations and mental barriers only mere seconds passed. Enjin was very much still in the sandman's domain, hopefully getting riden by a hottie in some motel's creaky bed. The vision popping in the teen's head making him snort.
He swallowed audibly.
Time to get serious...
Hand extends and fingers uncurl...brushing the denim of Enjin's sand colored trousers. There's a hitch in his breath but no stirring...just twitching...a lot, of twitching from his very active friend down below. Encouraged, the tips of Zanka's fingers now actually pet it. A long caress across the length poised to the left of Enjin's hip.
It beat to the pace of the blond's heart....
"Mmh..." There's a guttural grunt and Zanka's hand jerks as if burnt by a sizzling skillet. Golden brows wrinkle close, fingers on the linen quiver.
He was playing with an open flame....but Zanka's fascination was devastatingly greater than his logic, overriding the previous instructions, he reaches in, caution thrown out the window like Enjin's powdery cigarette ashes scattering on the wind.
Inquisitive fingers hold on to the shape imprinted on the front of the other man's pants, giving a very light squeeze. Like a firm muscle, it flexes, Zanka emboldened, covers it with his whole palm, gives it a tug. How Enjin breathes in is music to his ears. More than aroused, Zanka was giddy, thrilled. It was like teasing a sleeping lion with the scent of fresh meat....
Said lion moans so needy his heart races in turn and he beguins to jack Enjin off in earnest, just as he would his own, Zanka strokes over the taut fabric, erection pulsing. There's a high pitched whine, hips arising off the mattress, shaky breaths and a wet spot that appears on the beige material, darkening it's bright color.
"That's no good..." Zanka bites at his bottom lip. Retreating the hand. He'd taken this way too far, entertained his fantasy for too long. He couldn't–there's no way he was just now about to make Enjin bust a nut in the infirmary room.
Sick. Perverted.
He was the worst. All just to satisfy his curiosity!?
Zanka wasn't thinking clearly, there must be something in the drugs. His navy blue eyes widen before he looks away. All the damn shame pours on his shoulders like a raging waterfall, pride crushed with it. He just sullied Enjin's name–had no right to call himself nothing but a scoundrel....
What the hell even possessed him to do such foolery!?
"...gonna stand there gawping all night long? Zanka, You can't possibly be thinking of backing off now, not after horniying me up this bad"
The teen glances up from the tiles to the man who's voice was gritty from sleep, right hand slicking off his unruly bondle hair as he leaned up with an elbow.
"What...?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to crash out like that, but if I knew you where gonna attempt something like that I would've done so sooner...." He blinks, slow, eyes lidded.
Zanka was awestruck, jaw so slack it would fall off it's hinges if not for the ligaments keeping it in place, eyes wider than the plates at the cafeteria. His face lits up like a red neon sign–"Since when!?" He stammers.
"Since you came back for another feel..." The lean man smirks, yellow eyes meeting blue. His tattooed hand plays with the choker around his neck, the left slides down his chest, alongside his side and stops over a thigh–provocatively–"I've been feeling frisky all week long–man did I wish that dream wasn't...."
"Enjin...shit...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that..." Zanka scratches the back of his neck, eyes stuck to the floor tiles again.
"Zanka, I seriously mean it–I'm not offended at all..." The younger man can see his leader's stern look, eyes focused, pupils expanded...his cheeks where dusted with pink... he's only seen Enjin blush from too many alcoholic beverages before...
"W-wait..." Zanka stumbles, tongue twisted. "Ya mean... really want me to..."
"If you will–yes...I could really use a hand..." His fingers toy with the fastener of his slacks.
Enjin wasn't pissed for his rudeness....he...actually wanted more?....Zanka discreetly pinches himself...it hurt...his guts too from the stitches, the dull ache from those was ever present....Zanka knew it was reality all along...
"Come on..." Enjin rasps and it breaks his thought bubble. There's the snap of a button and then...it's there....emerging out the opening of the blond's underwear in all it's glory– his cock is as impressive as when it was held captive by the fabrics–kept upright by Enjin's fingers, slightly curved–hard as a steel rod, veiny, cherry tipped...
Zanka was salivating....a starving dog being offered a steak...who would've guessed cock would make him this light in the head...not tits, nor cunt...those got him stirring truly...but the piece displayed in front of him was a true work of art...
"Y-you....sure?..." He just asked out of mannerism–pointless since he had already been violating the man pretty much...
"More than sure..." Enjin licks his lips hungrily, long deft fingers stroking down, revealing the reddish head of his shaft for a split second before covering it back up....not even in Zanka's wackiest of hallucinations he'd envisioned himself in such situation....
"Zanka...." His name is said with such lust, he shudders and melts....
"On it...." Zanka whispers in fear of his eagerness showing.
His fingers replace Enjin's... lightly circling the base with a shy little tug.
"Huh...your fingers are quite soft..." He grunts, eyes drifting closed.
His fingers where what now?...he'd thought they'd be anything but after fighting with his staff for so long...
"Mmmh...yeah give it a good rub..."
That was Enjin....dirty talking....to him....oh, Zanka could faint, his own lips quivered, he felt floaty. Enjin's cock was so hot in his grasp, velvet like as he property encircles it, upstroke wrinkling the skin up top before it stretched again, tip popping out.
"You're good at this...shit that feels amazing..." Enjin moans, his hands wrinkling the sheets as precum strings down to his abdomen.
"Just sayin' that so I get you off ain't cha'?...", he chuckles, elated nonetheless from the high praise.
"Maybe–maybe not..." Of course it was true, Zanka had such delicate touch, the same care he used for handling his Jinki was being applied on him, swiftly kneading up and down while memorizing every detail. The teen could tell there was no lie behind the compliment by the way Enjin drops back on the bed, neck craned on the pillow as his breaths begin to come in short.
He moves to the pace of Zanka's fist and the ashy blond responds by increasing the speed, twisting his wrist, he goes past the tip, fingers now slick–oh how nasty that was, he didn't like to get messy but anything involving a dick was by default—even more, Enjin's state was undeniable proof of what a good job he was doing, so he could brush it aside.
"Ah–so good" He hears the taller man repeat, hands gripping the sheets tight. "Keep going –holy shh–Zanka don't–please don't–"
Did he just...begged him not to stop?...Zanka's ears get hot and his smile is so silly that if Enjin wasn't as preoccupied on getting his rocks off he'd be poking fun at him for it. Zanka however, he's a good guy, he wants to see to it that Enjin gets what he needs. But also...see the face his role model makes when he crosses over that ledge, hear the noises he'll spill.
Zanka forms a little ring with his thumb and index, something he liked to do with himself, he tries it on the other Giver, strokes that nifty bit right beneath the head. The moan that escapes the blond is sublime, even his legs quake. Sounded so–erotic–paired perfectly with the squelch of slick skin. It's all warm, clear and tacky but he disregards it in favor of the fireworks that are about to blow.
And blow is exactly what Enjin does–he chokes a warning that ends up as a cry rather than actual coherent words–his gold pupils disappear, eyes going blank, whole self arching and dick dancing as pale ribbons burst out.
"Ngh–there–"
Zanka's thumb does circles around the top end of the erupting shaft, keeping him up there for just a bit longer before Enjin's hand goes for his wrist to signal that he can't take no more.
"You're trembling..."
Enjin rasps, head lolling.
"Course' I am..." Zanka tries to sound snarky but it fails, voice cracking. His hand quivers, droplets falling on the bed, on Enjin's pant leg and lap. His slate colored shirt is blatantly streaked with ejaculate, unmistakable by anyone old enough to know, which was pretty much all of HQ...
"Got turned on?" Enjin grins , "C'mere..." Hand waves as he turns on to his side.
Zanka simply obeys because it was his mentor, why wouldn't he?...
"D'you want me to take care of that?" He asks, a hand on Zanka's hip bone, other low on the teen's thigh.
The azure eyed teen freezes, the question not reaching his brain. Did Enjin just offered to help him?....help him with that!?....
"Not gonna complain..."
His own voice startles him. Deep. Zanka was sure his legs where shaking, the whole of him actually, a breeze would send him down, his head swimming, heart thumping loud inside his eardums.
"Would be an asshole if I didn't"
Zanka doesn't expect more than what he just offered –a helpful hand–which already has him feverish. Seeing Enjin withdrawing his cock after shimming his pants down has Zanka wondering yet again if this isn't just some wild, dirty mushroom induced dream he's having. But the three fingers that hold him by the hilt aren't illusory, neither is the way Enjin's face inches closer to his member.
There's no words, just lips. Enjin's lips sealing around the tip of him before that nest of golden locks bobs down, taking at least half of the longitude of Zanka's dick in.
Enjin was....sucking him....
That was it. He was dead and ascended to whatever the fuck was beyond this dumpster of a world. There's no way–"there's no fucking way—" he thinks, leans against the night table, palm laid flat on it in search of something to prevent himself from folding in like a collapsible chair. Zanka's eyes land on the man devouring him and it invigorates his arousal, tingle crosses his spine and tickles the very tip of his cock. He wants–he wants to reach and grab a handful of aureate hair but instead his other hand holds on to the hem of his haori.
A sharp breath passes through Zanka's clenched teeth, his head hangs and he fights the urge of closing his eyes., refusing to miss a single second of it. Enjin then pulls back, slobber connecting them for a second.
"Well?" He says hoarse with a little grin, left thumb massaging the spot where shaft met Zanka's nutsack. His pants are thin enough for him to do it without undressing him further.
"...didn't...know you knew how to...." He can't really get to the end of the sentence, nor articulate it well. Not from trying to be a prude but because he couldn't speak....if there was a time or place to be stupid, this was truly it.
"Yeah, I can. Did my share of fooling around" he says almost sensually, right hand down his middle, iddly toying with the now shrunken shaft. Zanka almost comments on its similarity to the blond's vital instrument in it's ability to grow massive in just a blink. Bites his cheek to refrain from doing so however, Enjin didn't need him to comment on how his own prick worked....
Zanka also shared traits with his staff...long and slender, sizeable end...fit so well in Enjin's large hand and mouth....
"Nh..." He now had to chew on his bottom lip, the fleeting thought made him wet.
"Glad you're finding it pleasurable though, been a while"
He mumbles, tongue lapping at the translucent bead before it rolls off. Zanka throbs eagerly from the attention, having a full body tremmor.
He was scoring big, farther than he's ever gotten with a chick. Making out and a few gropes was his personal record before today....
"Mmngh–Enjin...I'ma be done soon..."
"Oh, that excited are we?" He teases before his mouth is covering Zanka again, tongue flat as he sucks. Enjin grunts around him, the vibration feels delightful. The man was getting as much enjoyment from this as him which was just enough to set him ablaze.
Zanka sucks in a keen, hips shake as he peaks, pouring down Enjin's throat. He doesn't know when his head was thrown back or when his damn intrusive hand dared to yank on the blond's tresses. He just knows pure bliss for those few seconds where everything's a blur and the man fellating him retreats, tongue out proudly displaying the remnants on it. Zanka's red, sheening shaft twitches some more before it starts to shrink.
"Damn Zanka...that was hot" Enjin smirks lazy while looking up.
"Tissue...."
Zanka turns, pulling a wad from the nightstand, hands it to Enjin who thanks him hushed.
"Yer somethin' else..." Zanka's tired eyes focus on him as he clutches his belly, feeling the stitches pulling, drifting south to where Enjin was already at half-mast.
"So I've been told" he flips on to his back, left hand behind his head, unhurriedly stroking himself with the right.
"...would you like to give it try?" His irises find the teen's face just as it shifts from content to shocked.
"M-me? But..."
"I can teach you–you're a fast learner"
Well that stroked something even better than Zanka's cock which was his ego...Enjin wanted to get blown by him...even if he clearly had absolutely no idea on how to....flattery as it's finest....
"Alrig—
Just as he's about to agree the infirmary room door opens, Eishia walking in with a tray.
"Zanka..came to change your dressings..." She utters bashfully as usual.
Enjin went on to his stomach at lightning speed, Zanka hopped on to the bed and under the sheets, attempting to appear as solemn as he could while accommodating his trousers.
"Ah...Enjin, you're here..." The healer tilts her head appearing confused as she goes past the occupied bed.
"Yeah, sorry Eishia, took a little nap" the blond takes advantage of Zanka blocking her view as he sits on the bed, facing the window while she sets the tray down with the needed supplies. Enjin also sits up looking the other way to discreetly fasten his pants and keep his soiled tee out of view.
"Well, I'll be going now. Zanka, talk later, rest up" he stands, rubbing his nape, pauses at the entrance, hand around the doorknob.
"Uh...Eishia, my bad, I kinda drooled on the sheets, could you be so kind as to change them up? Thanks and sorry again" he offers an apologetic smile.
"D-don't worry, it will be no trouble...thanks for letting me know" she fidgets, head bowing.
"Sure thing! Night"
"Night" Eishia mumbles.
"Gnight" Zanka yawns wide, teary eyed before it gets cut off by a flinch from his injury as the bandages peel off.
Once their lovely healer is gone Zanka stays sat on the bed, going over what just happened...he truly wasn't expecting it to go that way...
Zanka spirals from there. Invaded by a sense of dread and guilt as he begins to overthinking.
What did he just do!?
With Enjin....of all people....
How could he face him tomorrow?...
Zanka groans so loud everyone at HQ probably heard it...
What was he even th....no... that's the main problem, he wasn't! zanka's dick had done most of the brain work for him. He got completely wrapped up in the moment...
Enjin followed along though....
Wouldn't have if he wasn't into it now would he?...
Still...didn't change the fact that Zanka outright molested his mentor just for his own personal gain...
"I'm disgusting...."
He rubs his eyes. Perhaps, he'll get the opportunity to clear the whole mess up tomorrow morning....yeah...he'll just have a talk with Enjin, hopefully Zanka will be forgiven for his outlandish behavior....
⌞••• ⌝
Zanka terribly miscalculates his actions...
The first mistake was to go to Enjin's room first thing in the morning after Eishia's checkup.
The second one....was to accept the invite to step in...
"Mornin' Zanka"
A shirtless Enjin greets, hair drippy from his shower, still smelling of pine and cigarettes smoke. A very dangerous glint in his golden eyes.
"Had the feeling you'd wanna talk"