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Steam clung to the air, thick enough to blur the edges of everything, including judgment.
A quiet evening at a private spa was exactly what Zanka had needed. A chance to unwind, to finally breathe, to think about anything other than work.
Other than a certain someone… No. Never mind that. He didn’t need to stress about that guy.
He just needed to enjoy this trip with the rest of his fellow cleaners, sinking into the serenity the place offered.
He wasn’t quite sure how the night ended with him tangled in Jabber Wonger’s arms.
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There's no way an omega like Zanka should even be allowed to roam around like this. He was far too dangerous, no alpha could claim him even if they tried. Zanka was clearly the one in full control, not whatever alpha was dumb enough to think they could overpower him.
(this is lowkey just hardcore porn but i cannot write without adding a tiny bit of plot LOL)
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Kill of The Night by opalescentime (pearlescentime) for spiderlover3000
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Anime), Gachiakuta (Manga)
09 Jan 2026
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Jabber leans over him, then, his eyes hazy and unfocused from the pleasure, and Zanka's breath hitches.
In Jabber's eyes, Zanka's own starvation is reflected. Jabber looks at Zanka like he's going to devour him whole– but not if Zanka devours him first.
Zanka is a vampire, deprived of human blood for so long that he's nearly forgotten what it's like to not be starving. Jabber is the perfect fit to satiate his hunger.
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There’s galaxies in Jabber’s eyes, entire universes full of stories and experiences that Zanka can’t even begin to comprehend. It feels like he’s lived a thousand lives, and somehow, Zanka knows he’ll live a thousand more.
[Or: What if Jabber were immortal and kept running into Zanka in various lifetimes?]
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“I thought you knew me, Zan-chan.” Jabber swallowed, pulling away, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he took in the taste of Zanka’s and his shared saliva. “You know I hate small-talk. So why do you keep running away from it? C’mon, Mr. Bad Attitude, just let your boy take care of you.”
Zanka glared, though it wasn’t much of anything. “. . . Shut your trap, fuckin’ shithead.”
“O-ho? This one’s got teeth.” The Raider jeered to himself, dragging a ringed-finger up and along his lover’s chest. He enjoyed the way Zanka shuddered, his body still taking in the full effect of the drug. “You don’t like how my latest poison tastes?”
Or, Jabber uses an aphrodisiac on Zanka.