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I was no stranger to sex. Bodies smashing against each other. Sometimes I didn’t like it, sometimes I did. It was just something to do. A hobby. A distraction. I’d make it a game: which idiot could I seduce next? It broke up the boredom. Stopped the voices, for a time. But they always came back. Eroding. Clawing. Screaming at me. I’d do anything to make them stop.
I’d been treating Silco’s men like dildos since I was fifteen. It wasn’t always the good-looking ones I used, either. There weren’t too many of those. Most nights, when the urge took me, I had to stoop to the lowest hanging dicks just to get some touch. Get out of my head a while. Silco would’ve killed them if he knew, but what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. Or them.
He sure employed some prize assholes. They smelt like they never washed, probably because they didn’t. Their teeth were yellow and rotting, their clothes in shreds, knuckles calloused and split from countless brawls. Grins wide and frightening. Nothing about them was good. Everything was ugly. Repulsive. They matched me. I was no better than them, and they knew it too. We all worked for the same man, towards the same ends, by the same means. I had the higher body count though. Kills wise, at least. No one matched me on that, not with Zapper, Pow-Pow, and my monkey bombs at my side. All they had were guns and fists, a swift kick and a right hook here and there. Goons, in the truest sense.
The sex with them—the gross ones—was as bad as you might imagine. Fumbled, sweaty in the worst way, usually painful. Not the good kind of pain. The bad kind. Most of the guys didn’t give a shit if I was wet enough for them, they just ploughed ahead. Left me so dry down there that I thought the friction of their pumping could’ve given me thrush, or something worse. I was tight, and I couldn’t help but grimace, but they somehow read my discomfort as pleasure and picked up speed, leaving me wishing they’d just cum already and get off so I could go to sleep and scrub the incident from my brain.
Not that I ever forgot. Never did. It’s all stuck up here, forever. Which was why sex was such a great distraction, right? What better way to clear the mind than an orgasm or two? Sure, those guys never made me cum, but the promise was all there. I never knew what to expect. Would the guy I next pinned down finally have some work ethic and get to business, or would he be as useless as his buddies?
There was this one dude, real big guy, grizzly bear type. I’d noticed him a couple weeks prior, new to Silco’s roster. New meat for Jinx. He wasn’t hideous, per se, but he wasn’t cute, either. Not physically, at least. I forget his name now, but it was one of those obviously fake ones like Eagle-Eyed Johnson. You know the kind. He was funny, too. I wouldn’t have gone for him when I did, but he made me laugh, paid for my food, my booze. Instead of my usual alley, stray cat style, he took me back to his crummy apartment. Turned out his size wasn’t an obstacle when it came down to it. It was like fucking a human teddy bear. He was real gentle with me, real slow and careful like he was going to break me.
Most times I preferred it a little more rough and ready, but he was an acceptable change of pace. When we were done, he insisted I spend the night on his mattress instead of the makeshift bed back in my lab. I still liked my bed better, but he was just so nice, you know. He even made me coffee the next morning. That kind of shit was unheard of from my usual guys. I would’ve stink-bombed them if they’d tried to pull anything like that.
It freaked me out how nice he was. It felt creepy, but it was earnest. Just me and my fucked-up brain twisting everything out of shape, huh? Anyhow, the week after we banged, he died in a shoot-out with enforcers. Just my luck, right? Ha!
Point is, like I said, I was no stranger to sex. I had a plan that night. A good, tried-and-true plan: head to The Last Drop, flit around a couple hours scouting out my next lay, get them comfortably toasted, lead them outside for some midnight ‘Jericho’s,’ and boom! Seduction!
Jericho’s was a rouse, see, an excuse to lull them away from Silco’s one good eye and out into the Lanes where we’d be invisible in the crowd. And then—wam, bam, thank you ma’am—I’d drag them down an alley, into some disused building or junkyard, and that would be that. Sex. Hasty, unceremonious, sex. Hell, sometimes the rush of evading Silco was enough to get me started. Enough to let the dude, whoever it was, slip in with little effort. It stung less those nights, when I was in a good mood, or soused in orange liquor.
That night, though? That night was… unexpected.
All the regular goons were there at The Last Drop, nothing strange about that. The problem was, after over three years making my rounds, I was repeating myself. I’d already had a couple of them more than once or twice. One of the cuter oafs who worked behind the bar was even approaching fuck buddy territory. Good ol’ Chuck.
Yikes. I was grossing myself out. Not in a slut-shamey way. But yikes. I needed someone new. Someone not gross would’ve been a plus. Someone who knew what they were doing. Or cared. Someone who’d actually try to please me. I didn’t deserve to be pleased, not at all, but I didn’t want to be habitually fucking the foulest assholes in Zaun just for the hell of it, either. There had to be middle ground, didn’t there? Someone who’d hate fuck me like Silco’s men did, but who’d smell nice and look good doing it…?
And then Ekko’s glider cut through the fog outside the window. The boy saviour.
Ha-ha-ha! It was perfect.
I had to get him alone. Easiest way seemed to get him to fight me. All we did was fight those days. After our last encounter on the airship, I figured he’d be gagging to take a few swipes at me. I’d killed Vi, after all.
No. Not Vi. The girl with the pink hair. She was just some random Firelight with pink hair.
Getting his attention was cake. One shot of Pow-Pow, a well-timed laugh, and he was on my tail. I cackled, leaning into the role. Evil, murderous Jinx. Desperate to kill. I led the fight into an alley. Out of the way. Lover’s lane.
We duked it out. Him on his glider, whipping at me with his club. With Pow-Pow on my left, I zapped at his ankles, threw his balance off as he jolted to avoid the shots. Pow-Pow stole the show while the real threat hooked onto his glider. My monkey bomb exploded in a cloud of glittering pink, sending him crashing to the ground.
I had his dominant arm under my boot before he could stand. He was cuter than I remembered. Fuck, he was handsome. Cake with sprinkles.
Coughing, he squinted, first at me, then at the surrounding devastation. His glider was no more. Whoops.
‘Jinx,’ he hissed.
Angry, glider-less cutie pie. I snickered, couldn’t take him seriously.
‘Back to finish the job?’
What job? The airship? Hadn’t I finished that?
I knelt to get a closer look. That face. Wow. I hadn’t seen him up close in so long. He’d aged like a damn Piltovan supermodel. Why the fuck had I been slumming it with those urchins in The Last Drop when guys like him were just around the corner? Granted, he’d be harder to get into my pants than them, but still. I liked a challenge.
There was another problem, though. What was I supposed to do next? He’d run away if I let him stand, and we were already in an alley, so there was no need to whisk him away somewhere else. I just stood there, looming over him, keeping him still.
Soon, when he’d built his strength up a little, he’d try to wriggle free, and he was a skilled fighter, so he might’ve succeeded. Might’ve pinned me down, taken the advantage. If that happened, the fight would’ve just been a fight. Maybe even a death. I didn’t want that. I was pretty sure he didn’t want that, either.
It was Ekko. Ekko wasn’t a killer. Not like me.
He began to struggle against me, just as expected. I doubled down. Put Zapper to his cheek. No intention of shooting, of course. But he didn’t know that. All he knew was she was there, prone.
‘Get it over with, Jinx!’ His eyes went feral. ‘Just kill me!’
I stared at him. Into him. Laser focus. Observed every twitch of his mouth, every flicker of his eyes as they darted about my person, trying to figure a way out from under my clutches. He struggled again, so I pressed Zapper in harder, the flesh of his cheeks taut against his teeth. One blast and it would’ve been bye-bye, boy saviour. Bye-bye, cake with sprinkles. I relented, flicked Zapper back into her holster.
He didn’t hesitate in bouncing to his feet. Had me pinned against the alleyway’s rough brick in no time. One hand squeezed my throat, the other held my wrists in place, keeping my weapons out of my reach. His grip was tight, but not life-threatening. I’d been choked out harder in much more compromising positions.
I grinned, right where I wanted to be.
‘What’s the deal with you!?’ He commanded.
Ooh, authoritarian. I liked it. I wanted him to tell me what to do.
‘Just blowing off steam,’ I said. And it was true – that was exactly what I was doing. Or trying to do.
‘By picking a fight for no goddamn reason?’ He was furious. His eyes burned into mine. ‘You wrecked my glider!’
‘That hunk of junk?’
‘You think this is funny, Jinx?’ His grip tightened. Glorious.
My pussy throbbed. Someone who made me wet, finally. God, we hadn’t even touched yet. Not properly. I bit my lip, excited.
His eyes drifted to my mouth and returned dilated. He liked what he saw. But then he snarled, feral again. Talk about mixed signals. Did he want me or not?
‘What’s going on here!?’ He seemed as angry as he was confused. ‘Is this…? Are you…? What is this!?’
‘I just…’ It was hard to talk with him choking me. ‘I just wanted to… have some fun. Like we used to.’
There. The memory softened him a little. He knew exactly what I was talking about. Except I didn’t mean it, not in the strictest sense. The fun we used to have was child’s play. Totally innocent. What I wanted from him then was strictly adult. Nevertheless, it would’ve been fun. So much fun.
‘Well, we can’t,’ he said, and let me go. Did I detect sadness? Regret? I rubbed my tender throat. His grip was harder than I realised. Maybe he’d planned on killing me after all? Wouldn’t have blamed him. It was probably time someone took me out. I wouldn’t have minded if he did it.
‘Too much has changed,’ he continued. He didn’t need to get all deep.
‘I know, I know.’ Too much serious talk, already. ‘Just… what if…?’
‘What if what, Jinx?’ He was real pissed. Real. Pissed.
Lightning quick, I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him close against my body, so fast he kneed the wall that was propping me up on impact. And his other knee? Fuck. Right into my groin. Total accident, of course. On his part. But he didn’t move it away. We pressed together like we were about to be vacuum-packed.
Ugh, he was so warm. My skimpy crop top had me all exposed. My pussy ached, and he wasn’t hiding the boner in his pants to save his life. He breathed hard, and it hit my lips, went up my nose. I snickered, loving every second. Loving how uncomfortably turned on he was.
‘What’re you doing?’ He asked. Like he didn’t know.
‘I told you,’ I said. ‘I wanna have some fun. Blow off some steam. You down?’
His eyes shook. Part of him wanted to play around—it was so obvious—but he was taking too long to make his mind up.
‘Come on, Ekko.’ I trailed my hands down to his chest, fiddled with the scruff of the orange scarf around his neck. Looked back up at him, wide-eyed and submissive. ‘Haven’t you always had a crush on me?’
Just when I thought he wanted me, he went another way. He leaned in, eyes closed and everything, like he was coming in for a kiss. But he stopped just as our lips met. Swung his head back and butted me full force into my fucking nose.
‘Urrgh!’ I screamed, betrayed. Thrust Pow-Pow straight at his dumb, bloody skull. My blood, not his. Bastard.
He was fast enough to hurt me, but without his glider he wasn’t about to outrun me. He was screwed, and he knew it.
Doubling over, he laughed. What was so fucking funny?
I almost pulled the trigger. One second more of his mocking and I would’ve. But then he straightened up again, squared his stupid, cute eyes at me, and I couldn’t shoot. Pow-Pow fell to my side, limp against my knee.
‘What now, Ekko?’
I forgot I was hurt until warm metallic blood leaked into my parted mouth. I wiped my bloody nose with the rags on my forearm. That was going to bruise bad. At least it wasn’t broken, from what I could tell. That would’ve really sucked.
Ekko had done that to me. Bruised me. Not just my face.
‘I did,’ he said.
‘Did what?’ I sniffed, airways a little blocked. ‘Broke my nose?’ Again, it wasn’t broken, but I wanted him to feel guilty, you know.
‘No,’ he said. ‘I mean, I might’ve, I don’t know.’
Did what? Did what? Did what? Oh… He did have a crush on me.
‘Why’d you stop?’
‘More than one blow would’ve been excessive, don’t you think?’
Smart ass boy saviour. ‘I meant crushing on me.’
‘Oh!’ More laughter, this time involving clapping.
My finger flirted with Pow-Pow’s trigger again. ‘What’s so damn funny?’ Tempted, tempted, tempted.
‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry,’ he proclaimed, still fucking laughing. ‘But come on, Jinx. You’re…’ He ran out of words, but he’d made himself clear. I was too different. Whatever he’d liked about me was gone.
‘Fine, forget it,’ I said. ‘Enjoy all that Firelight pussy I’m sure you’re getting these days.’
‘Excuse me? Firelight pussy? Really, Jinx?’
‘Sorry,’ I said, deadpan, a little bratty, ‘was that disrespectful?’
‘Are you… jealous…?’ He grinned in disbelief, a twinkle to his eyes that wasn’t there before. Same twinkle he’d had as a kid.
Huh. Maybe he still liked me, even if he said he didn’t. So, what was that head butt about? Flirting? A knee-jerk response? Fight or flight?
‘Jealous?’ I sniggered. Nearly snorted. ‘Of some loser Firelight?’
‘If they’ve fucked me, sure.’ He was getting so fucking cocky.
And then, out of nowhere, he took the scarf from his neck and held it against my nose to stop the bleeding. Inspected my aching nose.
‘Not quite broken,’ he said. ‘Guess I didn’t hit you hard enough, huh?’
Again, with the laughs at my expense. But this time he looked kind while doing it. Something had shifted between us. I didn’t know what, exactly, but the ache in my cunt was getting impatient.
No more waiting.
With a giggle, I stuffed Ekko’s scarf safely next to Zapper in my holster and pounced. Wrapped my legs around his waist, arms back around his neck. Nose to bloodied nose, I was on him, pussy resting just above the bulge of his cock (which was still rock hard).
Staggering back in surprise, Ekko donned a curious smile, brows arched, eyes trailing mine. Waiting to see what I’d do next. He didn’t get me off him, just let me hang there, straddling him where he stood.
‘What now, Jinx?’
I cackled. Thrilled. Ran my fingers through his white dreads. Fuck, they were so soft. In for the kill, I shifted my weight a little, so my face was above his and my boobs rested close to his chin. I had the control this time. He wasn’t about to hurt me twice in one night.
Those big brown eyes of his gazed up at me. Didn’t even check my boobs out. Focused on me. Was he not a breast man? Were my boobs too small?
‘Are we really doing this?’ He asked, and he was excited, like a little kid about to raid a junkyard full of marvels.
My junkyard. Ha-ha! He really wanted me. Lacklustre titties be damned! How could I feel bad about myself with him looking at me like that? Even with my nose all fucked up, he made me feel pretty. Desired.
Silco’s goons never made me feel like that. Grizzly bear was nice, sure, but he didn’t make me feel desired. I was breakable to him, a damn porcelain doll. Ekko knew me better than that. Better than anyone. Even Vi.
I kissed his forehead, his cheek, nibbled his ear a little. Testing the waters. He stifled a moan. Enjoying himself, was he?
With a snicker, I moved onto his neck. Kissing, kissing, kissing. The occasional bite, too gentle to have left a mark but hard enough to that he squirmed. My hands luxuriated in his dreads, scrunched them up, kept him close. He grabbed hold of my ass and the small of my back, kept me steady. His hands on me, feeling me all over like that… I wanted him inside me there and then.
‘Fuck, Jinx… I can’t believe we’re doing this.’
‘Believe it,’ I said. Leaving his neck wet in my wake, I rubbed my nose against his. The bleeding had stopped by then, thank god. ‘Unless you wanna head butt me again?’
He scoffed, and as his lips parted, I kissed him. Fuck, his lips were made for kissing. They were edible. Every part of him was.
For the first time, I doubted my make-out skills. Sure, I was okay, but the only person I’d properly kissed in all my years of fucking around was Chuck. Ah, Chuck… He was cute, eager. Clumsy. But Ekko? Pfft. Worlds apart. Galaxies.
Ekko knew exactly what he was doing. The pace, the intensity, the precise amount of tongue. I tried to hide it, but he set my body on fire. With each swirl of his tongue against mine, my pussy craved him more. I’d never been so aroused. For all my posturing, I wasn’t prepared for it at all. Who knew it was possible to be so lost in a moment? Not me, ha-ha!
In the heat of it, I didn’t notice us lurching until we thrust back into the wall. He stayed on me, all over me. Insatiable.
Taking a breath, I chuckled, dizzy with adrenaline. But he didn’t stop. Plundered my neck. The same neck he’d tried to strangle minutes earlier.
Fuuucckkkk. I shuddered and squealed as he licked and kissed and sucked on my skin. He pulled away, my neck throbbing where his lips had been. That would leave a mark.
‘Come with me,’ he said. Urged.
‘What?’
‘I, uh…’ He shook his head, giddy and dazed. ‘I can’t have sex with you in this alley, Jinx.’
So, he intended to fuck me? I smirked. Then grew desperate. What other option did we have? My lab, where Silco could easily pop by and disturb us? Or worse, Ekko’s little Firelight hideaway? Ha!
Our eyes locked, each as urgent as the other.
‘Where then?’ I asked, choked up a little. I hated how vulnerable he made me, but I couldn’t help it.
There was nowhere else for us to go. Our worlds were so different. Even if my lab was viable, what would Ekko have thought if he saw all that? All my weapons, my monkey bombs, my schematics. It was chaos in there. Destruction laid bare in its constituent parts. He would’ve hated me for it. And his place, with all his Firelight buddies? They would’ve crucified me, then him by association.
‘I know a place,’ he said. True lightbulb moment.
I beamed at him, ‘where!?’
‘Close by,’ he said. Music to my depraved ears. ‘A friend’s old place. People squat there time to time, but right now I’m pretty sure it’s all boarded up and empty… there’s not much inside, but, well, it’s private, at least.’
‘Lead the way!’
I glazed his mouth with one last kiss, and he put me down, sidestepped towards the mouth of the alley, eyes peeled on me. Hungry for me.
‘Well? Come on,’ he said.
I already missed his touch. Cold without his body heat, I skipped up to him and pole-vaulted onto his back, forcing him to carry me. He chuckled and went along with it, set off towards the abandoned love shack he’d sold me on.
As we passed his abandoned glider, I yelled for him to pick it up. I knew I could fix it up real nice for him. He fetched it for me, and we were on our way, laughing and ribbing each other as we bobbed along. It was like old times (not counting all the sex we were about to have, of course). I nuzzled my face into those soft dreads and enjoyed the ride, barely looking at where he was taking me. Us.