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Eishia looks particularly nervous as she approaches Enjin today which doesn’t exactly bode well considering Enjin has one of his team in her care. She’s twisting her fingers extra hard, blushing up a damn storm, and looks like she wants to turn back around and scramble her way right back out of the common room. Even her normally pleasant beta scent — linen & electricity — seems sharper than usual.
“Everything alright, Eishia?” Enjin sets his cards down, waving off Gris and Tamsy’s concern as he gets to his feet to meet the younger woman. “Did something happen to Zanka?”
Her pink lips turn down into a grimace, and her voice is soft enough that only he can hear it. “The poison Jabber hit him with seems to have interacted strangely with his suppressants.”
Enjin feels his own brows quirk up. It’s been a while since Zanka actually got hit by any of the raider’s mixes but he had already been taking down trash beasts when the two of them had run into each other. Still, the idea that he might get an idea of what Zanka’s secondary gender actually is does make him curious.
“You’re saying he’s…”
Eishia swallows, somehow becoming even brighter red. “Going into a rut, yes. I am not strong enough to get him back to his room or a mating cycle room on my own. I thought it best to collect an alpha who he respects… he’s very out of it, Enjin.”
A small amount of disappointment washes through Enjin’s chest and he immediately reprimands himself. It’s not as if he would have actually made a move if Zanka were an omega. Zanka deserves way better than some washed up alpha with commitment issues after all, and now that Enjin knows he’s an alpha… Well, Zanka deserves a good omega who will stand beside him like Rudo or August.
Scraping his fingers through his hair, Enjin nods before reaching past her to pull the door back open. “Alright, sweetheart, lead the way. We’ll get our ZanZan all figured out.”
Once they’re actually alone in the hall, Eishia sucks a huge breath in like she’s been holding it all this time. “I should warn you, Enjin, he’s… he isn’t acting like himself.”
A surge of protective instinct claws at the back of his mind and he reaches out to gently squeeze her shoulder. “He didn’t say or do anything to you, did he? I know you’re a beta but you spend enough time around August that—“
Eishia lifts her hands and manages a very hurried no gesture, crossing her wrists in the air several times. “No no no! Nothing like that!” She tugs her lip between her teeth, steps beginning to speed up again. “It’s… well it’s not my business, but I really don’t think Zanka’s tastes lean that way.”
Before Enjin can ask what that’s supposed to mean, they’re at the infirmary and Eishia is tugging the door open and waving him ahead of her. She looks like her head is about to pop from all the blood rushing to her face.
There’s a hum from within the depths of the infirmary, echoing off the walls like a beacon leading right to where Zanka is reclining in the far bed. He’s dressed down to the large shirt and loose pants he usually wears to bed, Assistaff digging into the floor with the curved part pressed right under his chin holding his head up. His eyes are half-lidded and his jinki isn’t activated but there’s a glow in his irises like it could be any moment. As casual as Zanka looks, his entire presence reads like a predator.
“Ya brought me a present,” Zanka purrs, voice unlike anything Enjin has heard from him before, “good girl.”
Eishia lets out an awful little squeak and shoves her hand over her mouth, looking anywhere but at the alpha on the bed.
Stepping closer and trying to find some light quip to get the ball rolling and get Zanka out of here, Enjin catches his scent for the first time. Without the oppressive smoke of incense and chemical suppressants, Enjin is able to take in the warm pull of burning sandalwood. Part of him wants to collapse right into the teen and bury his nose into unstyled hair just to memorize the smell.
Heavy blue eyes drag over him in his casual state. “Enjin, I’m almost surprised to see ya.”
“Why’s that?”
Zanka’s lips curl into something that’s half smirk, half smile with his alpha fangs proudly on display as if he’s just going to go around and mate someone right here. It’s almost whorish, especially with the way his tongue slips out to caress the sharp point of one before dragging over his incisors and disappearing behind his teeth once more.
“When I asked for ya,” Zanka drawls, eyes meeting Enjin’s, “I didn’t think ya’d actually come.”
Enjin is starting to feel like Eishia left out some pretty important information. When he looks back at her she looks a mix between guilty and a deer in headlights.
“I asked if he wanted me to call a service,” she whispers, wringing her hands, “but he kept asking for you.”
“I really don’t think Zanka’s tastes lean that way.” She had said in the hall, and when Enjin turns back to Zanka and finds that the kid had been staring at his throat he starts to put the pieces together.
“Kid, I’m an alpha, you probably can’t tell with the cigarettes and the cologne but you don’t want that.” Enjin holds out a hand to help Zanka up. “C’mon we can get you back to your room and have Semiu call a service. What kind of omegas do you like?”
Zanka shifts, free hand snapping out. His fingers slide between Enjin’s, flipping their hands around to press palm to palm, the size difference obvious as the teens fingertips dig between the tendons of Enjin’s hand. His skin is hot, at least a few degrees warmer than it should be for pre-rut.
“Didn’t ask for no omega, now did I?” Zanka tilts his head back to better meet Enjin’s eyes as he pulls the curve of Assistaff from under his chin. His other hand slides a little further up the jinki’s length, settling right under where the staff splits in two. “Nah, I asked for ya.”
“I’m an alpha,” the older man repeats, trying not to think about how their callouses rub against each other.
Zanka gives the most exaggerated pout he’s ever seen and it doesn’t even last very long as the brat lets an almost evil grin slide over his face, fangs proudly on display. “Don’t tell me. Enjin, slut of the Akuta team, hasn’t slept with another alpha?”
The way he says it, that cocky, almost sleazy drag of his voice that Enjin is aware of from distantly hearing it be used against enemies, slithers over Enjin’s brain like a caress. The older man finds himself swallowing a noise he doesn’t actually know how to describe, it certainly isn’t a growl.
“Zanka—”
“Never thought I would be the one with more experience.” The teen’s fingers drag along the tattoo covering half of Enjin’s hand. “Would ya like me to tell ya about it?”
Zanka has slept with other alphas? An untamable wave of jealousy crashes over Enjin. It’s unfair to Zanka, unfair to himself, because he can’t have—
“I’ve had it both ways ya know,” Zanka breathes, shifting on the bed. Enjin is too distracted by the rasp of the other alpha’s voice to notice the boy getting his knees under him. “I think ya’d like taking.”
Eishia squeaks behind them again and he can hear her stumbling backwards towards the door. The door clatters, Zanka shifts, and suddenly Enjin’s back is on the bed. Their hands are still clasped, held against the starchy sheets, and the U of Assistaff digs into the mattress on either side of Enjin’s throat. He’s pinned in place.
“It starts with being held down,” Zanka says, his weight settling on Enjin’s stomach. His fingers are clenched tight around the staff but the hold on Enjin’s hand is almost lazy, his thumb stroking over Enjin’s skin. “Like this, or even chest down, both are good but I prefer the other way when it’s me so I don’t have to see someone who isn’t you.”
That’s too honest, too raw. He knew Zanka had some kind of hero worship-y crush back when he first joined the team, but the implication of his feelings being bigger than that? Enjin feels dizzy and it’s not only from the abrupt pin.
“I’d be good to ya,” Zanka purrs. “Give these pretty tattoos of yers the attention they deserve. Get ya all needy an’ pleading before the next part.”
“The next part?” Enjin accidentally breathes out loud.
The predator on top of him looks like a cat with cream, eyes dark and blown wide with heat. “Ya’d open up so beautiful on my fingers, wouldn’t ya, alpha?”
Arousal hits Enjin like a bag of bricks right to the chest, crumbling to rubble and collecting heavy and hard in his lower stomach. He’s heard awful shit in the past of alphas bitching other alphas into subservience. Of dominating an alpha and drowning their pheromones out and breaking their knot. He knows it gives alpha-alpha relationships a bad name, but the fear had been put in him young.
This doesn’t sound like that at all.
“I’m good at it — openin’ up alphas — been openin’ myself for you for years, made it so easy when I got my hands on others,” the younger alpha hums with a small grind down on Enjin’s stomach, eyes fluttering as if he’s thinking about it.
That same jealousy from before fills Enjin’s throat only to get stuck there as he breathes in the arousal in Zanka’s fiery sandalwood scent. He feels like he can’t even think. He should move, push Zanka off and reprimand him, but it seems like he’s been glued to the mattress.
“The actual fucking will depend on the position. For yer first time it’d be better to have ya on yer knees for me,” Zanka breathes, eyes coming back open to slide over his face. “It feels so full and the knot?” The teen moans as if he’s being filled with one. “Oh, Enjin, omegas really do have it right. Feels fantastic to be stuck on a knot with someone nice and warm and smellin’ good all wrapped around ya.”
Enjin doesn’t allow himself to imagine it. Yet, the thought fights its way into his head like a trash beast anyway. The mental image of Zanka curved over his back, gently touching his tattoos, filling him with his—
Enjin feels like some sort of wall inside of him is breaking apart.
“I think yer favorite part will be the bite,” Zanka murmurs, voice softer than before as he leans forward. His cock is hard, Enjin can feel it now digging into his abs as Zanka’s hand loosens on the Assistaff. The staff leans against the teen’s shoulder and Zanka’s hand unwraps from it, sliding down one of the sides of it like a caress before his fingers hit Enjin’s neck. Touch fingertips gentle over the ink surrounding Enjin’s scent gland. “Even with strangers the endorphin rush of the bite always puts me down for a few hours. I don’t have to think or move or anything. Ya’d sleep like a baby, I bet.”
Zanka isn’t even pinning him anymore and Enjin has always been stronger than the kid. He should move. Should should should. The word gets lost in his head behind the realization that Zanka is not only letting strange alphas fuck him but bite him too.
“I remember the first time I saw these tattoos,” the younger alpha breathes, eyes glazed. “I thought even then that ya were just beggin’ to have someone put their teeth in you. Just like a bullseye.”
Enjin is so focused on all the things he should do that it surprises him when he does something he really shouldn’t.
His free hand lifts, wrapping around Zanka’s hip. Even though he’s the least malnourished of them all he’s still so petite, waist so thin and hips so compact Enjin should have known he wasn’t an omega. “You wanna fuck me that bad, ZanZan?”
Zanka’s grin goes sharp and deadly like he’s a hunter that’s just snared a rabbit in his trap. “Don’t worry, alpha, we can do it the other way too. I haven’t let myself rut in years, it ain’t goin’ away in a night.”
“Let’s go somewhere private then, yeah? Let Eishia have her infirmary back.”
The fog across Zanka’s eyes diminishes a bit, his gaze going far off. The curve of his grin becomes less sharp before it eventually just falls. “If we go to a cycle room, well then I’ll just feel trapped. I might hurt ya.”
There’s something else, because Enjin didn’t say a cycle room specifically and Zanka’s scent is still curling around them like he’s two seconds away from tugging Enjin’s sweats down and taking him right there.
“And if we go to my den,” Zanka breathes, heat coming back to his gaze as he looks down at Enjin once more. His fingers train from the tattoo on the side of Enjin’s neck to the two tattoos practically covering his mating gland at the back of his neck before continuing, “I know I’ll hurt ya.”
Enjin has to swallow whatever that sound is again, the one that’s not a growl. The idea that they can’t go back to Zanka’s room because the younger won’t be able to keep himself from trying to mate Enjin is as thrilling as it is terrifying. A part of Enjin, the good part, is telling him that he should throw the younger man off and take several steps back because if his commitment issues are going to be flaring up now then he’s not worth Zanka’s time.
The bad part of Enjin has taken hold of his cock and said that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“We can go to my den,” Enjin’s mouth says without his brain’s input. He squeezes Zanka’s hand, runs his other palm up Zanka’s waist. “Private room, softer blankets, lube.”
Zanka shivers atop him, eyes rolling behind his lids slightly. “Enjin’s den,” he mumbles as if he’s speaking to himself, “I can go to Enjin’s den?”
Working his other hand out of Zanka’s grasp, Enjin reaches down to get a grip on the boy. “Yeah, I’ll take you there right now, baby. All you have to do is move Assistaff.”
Just like that the U of Zanka’s Jinki is gone and the teen is wrapping his arms around Enjin’s neck as the man gets to his feet. Zanka practically purrs over being picked up, head dropping to nose against Enjin’s scent gland as the man walks. Enjin has always had a lighter scent and an easier rut, suppressants and scent blockers aren’t cheap so he’s always considered himself lucky that his cigarettes and cologne can drown out his aged paper scent.
Zanka’s tongue slips from his mouth just as Enjin rounds the corner into his hall and leaves over his scent gland making the older alpha nearly stumble and stop them both.
“C’mon kid, we’re almost there, we can get frisky in a minute.” He squeezes Zanka’s thighs for emphasis before shifting his grip a bit and grabbing his doorknob.
They’re barely in the room before Zanka starts tracing the line work of his tattoo with those damn fangs of his. The door is slammed shut with the weight of the younger man’s body being forced against it. Legs tighten around Enjin’s hips and fingers curl into his hair, pulling his head to the side so that Zanka can drag his tongue up the column of Enjin’s neck, over his jaw, and lick right into the older alpha’s mouth.
Distantly, Enjin thinks that Zanka would never kiss like this if he weren’t right on the cusp of his rut and still affected by whatever Jabber dosed him with. Then again, Enjin should have probably learned by now not to make any assumptions about Zanka. Assumptions always make an ass out of themselves and they mean that Enjin would have never imagined that the teen could kiss him stupid the way he is now.
“Bed.”
Zanka’s alpha command shouldn’t work on Enjin, especially not with how vague and non-aggressive it is. Yet Enjin obeys anyway, still trying to catch his breath and shake off the dizziness left over from being kissed like that.
He nearly lets out his be of those noises again when Zanka slips out of his lap but contains himself just in time. The teen leans his vital instrument gently against the wall and tugs open the drawer of Enjin’s bedside table without asking. Before Enjin can come up with a way to tease him for that, blue eyes are pinning him down again.
“Be a good alpha and get undressed for me, okay?”
Enjin is pretty sure he’s never lost his shirt so quickly in his life and by the time it’s over his head he finds that Zanka has left the lube sitting on the side table in favor of pulling off his own clothes. The older alpha gets stuck there for a moment, watching Zanka shrug off the truly minuscule amount of clothes he’s wearing. Usually the teen is covered practically head to toe so getting to see every inch of creamy skin being revealed to him has Enjin’s already hard cock throbbing in his pants.
He manages to push off his own pants and boxers just in time to avoid being reprimanded as Zanka returns to him.
“I’ll be the only one hearing ya tonight,” the teen says, fingers undoing the clasp of Enjin’s choker easily. His own choker is similarly taken off and both of the communicators are tossed into the chair by the window that Enjin usually sits in to smoke.
A moan escapes both of them as Zanka slips back into his lap, their hard cocks ripping against each other with the movement. This time he’s prepared for the mind boggling assault that is Zanka’s tongue slipping into his mouth. Fingers stroke through his hair while they kiss, both hands now that they’re free of Assistaff, and Zanka rolls his hips slowly in a way that teases proper friction.
The whole thing is charged with something Enjin isn’t sure he’s felt before. He’s had a lot of sex, don’t get him wrong. Maybe it’s being with an alpha, or maybe it’s just that it’s Zanka, but Enjin feels like his skin itself is buzzing with static electricity.
Hands sweep across his skin, trace his shoulders and his back, caress his chest in patterns that his brain can’t comprehend until they pull back from the kiss. He has to catch his breath all over again as Zanka pushes him down into the pillows with one hand, the other still tracing the tattoos on his stomach. The hand touching that tattoo slowly slides down, fingers stroking up the topside of his erection.
“Yer so hard for me already, alpha,” Zanka purrs, lifting his weight from Enjin’s thighs as he thumbs the bead of precum at the tip.
“Zanka,” he says, voice still hollow from lack of air. In spite of himself and his pride, he plans to beg. He’s not entirely above it if the endgame is pleasure.
“Oh I know,” Zanka croons, hand wrapping around Enjin’s length to give it one good pump that leaves the older alpha trembling. “Turn over for me and I’ll give ya what ya need.”
Enjin has never submitted to another alpha before. There should be more fight in him. He should want to snarl and shove Zanka to the floor. He should be fighting to get out of this situation.
He turns over.
Weight returns to the back of his thighs and hands settle on the small of his back. Fingers massage into the tense muscles there until they clench and release, Enjin’s hands digging into the pillows as he prepares for the worst. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Zanka, it’s just that different people find different things pleasurable and he’s never exactly thought about the idea of being on the bo—
The hands that had massaged their way down to his ass gently spread him open and Enjin has about two seconds to realize he can feel hot breath there before Zanka’s tongue is sliding over his crack. Behind the choked out noise that escapes him, Enjin is thanking whatever creator out there that he’d showered before meeting up for cards because he doesn’t have the mental power to stop Zanka right now. It’s a foreign sort of pleasure, another man’s tongue licking its way inside of him and he chokes on the air he’s taking in as thumbs dig in and open him more for that tongue.
Zanka is humming pleasantly as if he’s doing some lazy day task like folding clothes or washing dishes rather than eating Enjin’s ass.
Their first time wasn’t supposed to be like this, part of his brain whispers. Another part reminds him that they were never supposed to have a first time and Enjin is a weak man for giving in to this. Between those two is a third, loud part of his brain that’s entirely focused on the pleasure fisting his spine and the way his erection digs into the bedsheets.
“You’re being so good for me, alpha,” Zanka rasps when he finally pulls back.
The praise doesn’t do as much for Enjin as it probably would for Zanka, but the thumb massaging over his loosened hole and gently pressing in as the teen reaches for the lube is working wonders. He’s nice enough to warm the lube before two wet fingers carefully replace the thumb, rubbing over his hole and gently pressing inside. The older alpha has to bury his face in the pillows this time to muffle the keen that finally escapes but the fingers within him seem to be hunting those noises like trash beasts.
It’s almost too easy for Zanka to get him stretched out on three fingers. He’s an alpha who’s never even thought about receiving before, it shouldn’t be so simple to get several fingers in him pressing against that spot that sends barbs of pleasure digging into his spine. Zanka’s fingers flex and shift, working him over to distraction meaning he hardly even notices that the teen has gotten his knees between Enjin’s thighs until a hand wraps around his hip and begins pulling him into an arch.
“Zanka!” He tears his face from the pillows to gasp the name, looking over his shoulder at the boy.
The other alpha looks smug and wrecked in equal measure. There’s no doubt at all that he’s reached rut with how heated and singularly focused he is. Eyes so black with arousal Enjin can hardly believe they were ever blue lift to meet his and a lazy grin slashes across Zanka’s face.
“I told ya that ya’d enjoy it, alpha,” the teen croons, subvocal comforting noises escaping him as he eases his fingers free from Enjin.
The emptiness is so startling that Enjin entirely forgets what he was going to say. By the time he remembers that he wanted to ask Zanka to slow down a bit, the teen is already pressing his wet tip against Enjin’s hole.
“It’s alright, I stretched ya out nice and good.” Zanka’s thumb strokes over Enjin’s skin soothingly as he presses in. “See? Yer taking me so well, alpha.”
Enjin shivers, moans, drops his face into the pillows again. He wants to hate this. It pains him to say that Zanka was right in the infirmary. He does enjoy taking, but he can’t bear the thought of ever doing so for someone else, someone he trusts less.
Zanka buries himself to the base before long and Enjin can already feel the stiffer skin there, the slow pulse of a knot just waiting under the surface to expand. A stitch of panic sews its way down the line of his back only for that arcing surge of pleasure to rip it apart all over again as the other alpha finds a rhythm for fucking him and sticks to it like it’s one of his beloved training regimines. It’s too much and not enough all at once, he’s full and then he’s empty all over again, even his cock is aching and untouched between his arched hips and the bed.
“I’ll do better next time, I’ll make it better for ya,” the teen promises, voice far more raspy than it was before as he leans over Enjin’s back. His thrusts go from slow and deep to quick and hard faster than Enjin can track with his brain all fuzzed up with pleasure.
It doesn’t occur to Enjin that Zanka is apologizing for the way his knot is building until the teen is wrapped all the way around him, fist pumping Enjin’s cock in time with the rolls of his hips. Why would he be apologizing for that? He can’t control it, not in the throes of rut at least. Enjin whines, turning his head as the other alpha begins to nose at his scent gland.
“You,” his sentence is a bit of a false start as it gets broken by a moan. “You’re doing amazing for me, Zanka. It’s so much better than I could have asked for, baby.”
The praise has Zanka growling against his throat, teeth barely grazing his scent gland as his knot finally swells and slots into place within Enjin. It’s enough to make Enjin’s whole body shake, the pressure against his prostate and the hand around his cock have him shooting off like a cannon and moaning into the open air now that he hasn’t got the pillow to smother his sounds into. In the back of his mind, he takes note of the odd way it feels to be pumped full of someone else’s cum, but that’s entirely secondary to every other sensation he’s feeling.
Zanka is right about another thing too.
The bite over his left scent gland and the rush of endorphins and Zanka’s alpha venom filling his body on top of his orgasm is just about the best thing he’s ever felt in his life. He sways, the inevitable crash starting to pull at him, and Zanka wraps him up in his arms, laying kisses against the bite and the swirling design of the tattoo around it.
“Ya were so perfect,” the younger alpha croons sounding drunk and sending out subvocal noises of adoration that make Enjin feel like he’s floating.
Zanka lowers them to their sides slowly, attempting to keep his knot as comfortable as possible where it’s caught inside Enjin. Once they’re both against the pillows he manages to wrangle one of Enjin’s loose blankets over their bodies. The mix of their scents and the absolutely spectacular sex they just had is more than enough to lull Enjin into almost sleep but Zanka’s arm over his waist and his nose lightly touching Enjin’s mating gland certainly help.
“Thank ya,” Zanka whispers and the raw way he says it makes Enjin think that maybe he’s asleep already, or Zanka thinks he is. “I love ya so much, please don’t hate me after this.”
When Enjin has control of all his faculties again they’re going to have a serious talk about how he could never hate Zanka and if Zanka can put up with his raging amount of relationship issues than he’d really like to try to get to the point of being able to say the L-word too. For now, however, a nap and several more rounds of rut sex are in order. After all, those kinds of conversations are best had when everyone has all of their wits about them.
Enjin shifts, pulling Zanka’s arm tighter around him, and lets out a contented subvocal croon.