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the waves rolled back and forth beautifully, a calming breeze, a beautiful view, and ultimate peace, the air is warm, perfect, morning dew on the sand as the sun slowly rises into the sky, a deep breath, but a distant lack of the salty smell of the sea, but maybe it's because it's just fresh today, he looked into the sea, a figure slowly emerging from it, looking into his eyes, gorgeous, soft blonde hair not even wet as he slowly walked closer in a beautiful draping nightgown, wrapped around his bones loosely, just enough to be decent, arms slowly wrapping around his shoulders as he took another deep breath, before a shrill alarm,
suddenly he was jolting awake, another dream? really? what time was it? why was the window open?.....window? he doesn't have a window he could open, what?, where was he! he looked to the wall the cleaners symbol clearly on the wall, wiping sleepy drool from his chin, all he knew was he had blacked out on poison again, or he was in massive danger, realistically, both, he turned to his side, back aching from being in the same position for hours, only to see a man sleeping beside him, the man from his dreams, completely unaware of the alarm going off, he slowly reached over the man, turning off the alarm before it disturbed the man beside him, sleeping so peacefully, wrapped in a sleeping robe, it looked soft, hung on his sleeping body perfectly, a soft sigh as he brushed the hair from the man's face....maybe, he wasn't in danger, maybe, he got lucky, but the calm wouldn’t last, panic slowly sunk into his bones.....a lack of cold on his fingers, he looked to his hands to find his rings missing....mankira. a turn to the right quickly revealed its whereabouts, neatly hooked on the left and right side of lovely assistaff, sitting perfectly against the bedside table, a wave of relief that mankira was at last safe, but he took them off? willingly? or maybe unwillingly? doesn't bad attitude sleep with assistaff?...or was it because....no it couldn't be, but the door handle would start to shake, quick thinking caused him to dive under the bed as the door swung open, a familiar, sleepy voice cracking through
"zanka! dude! c'mon it's time to get up!"
the man on the bed above grumbled, slowly sitting up
"enjin?.....its....fuck it's 10....but"
the clock would be picked up
"my alarm?....i set it i swear..."
"whatever kid come on you'll miss the last of breakfast"
the man huffed going to grab assistaff, he physically paused seeing the rings, seemingly unbothered by their presence, slowly sliding the rings off and leaving them on the bedside before following the taller out of the bedroom
a sigh of relief as he slowly crawled from under the bed, looking around the room getting a good look this time, blues hues coated the room with accents of black and white, gorgeous, just like it's owner, items scattered over the room, but first, mankira. he quickly slipped it back on, a physical feeling of relief being reunited, board games laid on the floor abandoned with a few crushed hard tea cans, were they....actually hanging out?....but the bruises on him said otherwise, a mirror, he needed one, finding a convient full body one resting on the nearby wall...thats when he fully realized, he was only in his boxers...bruises littering his body, but especially his neck...wow...a lot of evidence piling up here...but...those cans, was it real?..were they both aware of what was happening?....also where was his clothes?. ough, he smelled awful, he needed a shower bad at this point, but he was also exhausted....fuck, he was so, fucked, he grumbled under his breath as he searched the floor, slowly picking up his clothes, putting them back on...but how was he going to get out...maybe he could leave before the owner of the room came back...but if he ran out the window, surely someone would see him, but he would absolutely get caught in the base....fuck, it was his best shot to try and sneak the halls and run out the back...he was preparing himself to head out when the door would swing open, and there he was, still in his sleeping robe, he was gorgeous....still a little sleepy, hair ruffled, marks obviously on his neck, staring into his soul
"sit."
it was a command and he wasn't about to disobey, quickly pulling up the desk chair and sitting down, facing the man locking the door
"do you remember anything of last night?"
he didn't dare open his mouth, he didn't trust it, shaking his head no
"mankira, hand it over, now."
another command, he obeyed without thinking, immediately feeling a bit of regret as he handed mankira over, but it would be again safely placed onto assistaff which was placed against the beside once more, a sigh of frustration from the man
"listen....im not going to hurt you, ok? i just....last night, i ran into you, we fought a bit, but you hurt yourself pretty bad, and despite you being a raider, i couldn't leave you, i brought you here, patched you up, and we spent the night together...and, i dunno it also gets a little fuzzy after the drinks but, i understand, if that's, something you never want to repeat i just ..."
the man tried to explain, to calm himself and calm what he would describe as a hostage sitting in the chair down but, it just made the "hostage" more excited, fighting and hanging out with the man he adored the most? was this heaven?, it had to be, he just started giggling, finding his voice
"well, i wouldn't mind it, maybe without the alcohol next time, i want to remember every goddamn second of it, don't let me forget again huh zanzan?"
a slap, a harsh one too
"oh shut up you big idiot! whatever, meet me tonight at the old basketball court north of here...midnight, no later"
a small nod before he would get a blanket thrown over him
"i have a better idea on getting me out of here...."
the man huffed a bit,
"fine"
next thing they know the two are walking the halls peacefully, no one was really there or paid them mind lucky, getting out the back safely, but he got one last idea, giving the lovely kidnapper turned accomplice a chaste kiss, before running off into the distance, of course having his rings returned before heading out
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midnight, the moon was high, he was there as agreed, waiting as he fidgeted with his rings, could it be a trap? a fight for what happened? for fun? sparring? what was it? his leg bounced in anxiety he hated waiting like this but he would quickly get his answer, happily taking the hit from assistaff, he staggered from his seat on the bleachers, slowly getting up, summoning mankira to his side, but the man in front of him immediately kissed the wound leaving him stunned, the cleaner was wearing something casual an odd sight but something beautiful, he looked like an angel with the white and blue flowing cardigan and button down, dark blue bell bottom jeans, pale blue flats, his hair done up, he was really prepared for a date….wow, mankira was long gone and he had no idea how long he had been staring in awe, he was in a hoodie, sweatpants and heavy boots, the skater boy and ballerina cliche, it was perfect, he slowly got up facing the angel in the moonlight
“so…..a fight? or…..?”
the ballerina sighed, slowly lowering assistaff
“i……don’t know, but we can’t go to the hq again, and i am not going to a raiders hideout…so, just,”
he thought about it
“how about we go back to mine? have some dinner together?”
another harsh slap that caused him to get more excited
“i said no raisers hideout!”
but the skater would chuckle at that
“i got a place outside the raiders, you really think i live with them, nah, zodyl just calls when he needs us and we meet up”
the ballerina would sneer at the thought but reluctantly agreed
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they had enjoyed some cheap burgers before heading off to a rundown building….it felt like no one left there but the angel would see a few people in the hallways, if they could be considered that, they looked like shells of people, but they would reach a door that the skater had a key to, dark purples and blacks made up the dark room, a comfy enough looking bed, a janky chemistry setup and a apothecary cabinet that contained things he wanted nothing more than to never find out about. finally he to the other who was already on the bed, looking up to his angel with curiosity
“take off your rings”
once again he happily obliged, slowly taking off each one, holding them in his hand, which they would quickly get snatched up, placed on what felt like their rightful place that wasn't his fingers, assistaff, set peacefully against the wall, staring into each others eyes, there was words waiting to flow out between them, but he moved first, pulling the beautiful angel into his arms, pulling him into a deep kiss, they would freeze up for a moment before melting into the feeling, they got carried away, melting into each other, hands wandering all over as if feeling their own body, they were one in this moment after all, where one mouth started the other ended and limbs intertwined, a moment where they were entirely alone, from their friends, from their jobs, from their responsibilities, from their lives, their pasts, futures, all they had was this present, and the present is desperate need, for contact, for understanding, for control, for approval, for pain, for love.
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they were completely consumed in one another, nothing could separate their desire and desperate need, the sound of their lips and clothes dropping filled the room, bites, blood slowly running down skin before getting licked up as lovingly as possible, that being with savage greed, most would be carefully touching thighs, this isn’t most, this is a animalistic fight for dominance, punches, biting to kill, and all in all they were in heaven, breathing heavy as skin on skin filled the room, their sents mixing as the windows fogged, rain tapping gently asking to be let in, to join the heat, something pure, something raw, painful, tears shed but neither dared to say to stop, no, this was needed and long deserved, until they both collapsed into the ruined sheets.
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zanka would wake up, a hiss as it immediately hit him how sore he was, looking down he was wrapped up in thin sheets, nude, body covering in scabbing wounds, where was she. sitting up, there she was. lovely assistaff with her new best friend resting on her arms, a sigh of relief at her safety, before he would feel a shift, jabber wonger….he was at the home of the illusive and incredibly powerful raider…he was in his bed all night, and it was everything he could have ever wanted, yeah…this was much better.