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It's difficult to explain how Enjin got in this predicament with Zodyl. Why the younger man was particularly sucking the nicotine out of his mouth or why Enjin allowed this to happen in general.
We would have to go back to the beginning where all of this started.
Enjin was patrolling as he normally would, and he felt a craving for his usual spot that he passed. Once he was done with said patrol, he went in looking for his favorite combo.
Tobacco and a hot chick or three.
He scanned the area and only saw a bunch of men.
Great
“Welp, I can go for a drink or two,” he muttered to himself. Enjin sat in the booth he usually went to and looked around to see the faces in the tavern, old and new, and… wait.
There was a black-haired man with white streaks on the side of his hair styled in a mullet. The man had sunken purple eyes with just as vibrant markings on his face. He wore an expressionless face as he stared back at Enjin.
What is he doing here?
Zodyl looked back at his glass, and Enjin cocked an eyebrow as he watched the man finish his drink and spared him a long glance as he walked out of the tavern. Enjin moved to follow him as the waiter came to him; he provided him a tip and ran quickly after Zodyl.
The man walks fast; it was like he was teleporting with how he was at the end of the road each time Enjin turned the corner, and it looked a like a normal pace
Do I need to work out more?
Enjin noticed Zodyl finally slowing down as he reached towards the alley Zodyl made it to. He stopped at the end of it, and everything in Enjin told him that this was foolish and to leave while he could, but he didn't; he kept on forward but stopped at a safe distance.
“Why did you follow me? Especially down an alleyway.” Zodyl blankly stared at him.
Enjin grinned. “…Guess I needed to keep an eye on you; I don’t want you kidnapping more people.”
“There’s no reason for me to take them. They’re not givers, nor do they have any knowledge of value.”
“Is that what you think?” Enjin hummed.
Zodyl let out a soft huff. “Would it be wrong to think otherwise? The knowledge they have doesn’t get me to my goals.”
“Hmm, that’s fair, but let’s be frank here: your goals seem to be a level of destructive you likely didn’t fully consider.”
“I did consider it, and it’s a level of destruction that is needed.”
Enjin frowned. “For whom?”
“…Does it matter?”
“I guess not… though to be frank, I know this was a bad idea.”
“Yet you continued.”
“I know I’m attracted to bad ideas.”
…
“What?”
“What are you trying to do?”
“Why, I don’t know what you mean.”
“Playing coy? Why are you eyeing me like that?”
“…Are you for real?”
…
“Geez, dude, has no one tried to get with you?”
“Why are you?”
“That’s a good question,” Enjin smiled. “There was a silence that lingered in the air.”
… no answer, hmmm
“Are you lonely, cleaner?”
“Pfft, of course not, just pent up.”
…
“Sigh, dude, it’s not that serious; just say no if you're not interested.”
He just kept staring at his eyes, sparing a slight glance at another part of Enjin’s face for a second. Enjin smirked at that.
“Are you considering it, boss man?”
“…Perhaps.”
Enjin's jaw nearly dropped in shock, but he cleared his throat and quickly composed himself.
“Pent-up also?”
Zodyl huffed, amused. “No”
Enjin smirked. “Curious, then?”
Zodyl closed his eyes and let out a soft huff before he stared into Enjin's eyes once more. “You tell me.”
“I'll take that as a yes, then,” Enjin winked.
Zodyl continued down the alley into a spot that revealed a hidden door within the wall.
“…Wow, you came prepared.” Enjin chuckled to himself.
Enjin opened his mouth to say something else, but Zodyl turned to face him. “Cease the talking.”
Enjin held his hands up in a form of surrender. “My bad.”
Zodyl pulled the blond into the room and shut the door behind him. The room was dimly lit with a candle in place and some furniture for resting in there. It was clear that this was a living space. Likely Zodyl’s
“Hmm, cozy,” Enjin chortled.
Zodyl sat on the bed, and Enjin smirked as he sat next to him. “You know how to kiss Raider?”
He looks like a guy who kisses with his eyes open.
“What an odd question, cleaner.”
“Is it? I think it’s important for what we’re about to do,” Enjin leaned in closer and chuckled. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I’ll just prove it instead. Better than a verbal answer.”
“I hope so.”
Zodyl looked emotionless as usual while Enjin got their faces closer. Thankfully, Zodyl closed his eyes while they kissed, and it was slow at first, unsure as they continued. Zodyl broke the kiss, asking what that taste was.
“Uh, it's the smoke from my cigarettes. Don't like it?”
“Hm”
Zodyl motioned him to kiss again, and this time the tongue was definitely involved. It was like Zodyl was trying to reach every inch of Enjin's mouth. He broke this time.
“Holy shit, dude! What was that?”
“I like the taste. I'm not done; don't interfere.” He blankly stated.
“What? Oof!”
Zodyl pushed him down and trapped him in between his legs.
“Don't interfere,” he slowly said before continuing his tasting. He, however, accidentally grinds down on Enjin's crotch. Causing the man to groan under him.
Zodyl just looked at him, no expression, change, nothing. He got closer and asked.
“Did you like that? Why?”
“I hope you're not going to psychoanalyze a guy you're making out with.”
Zodyl just blankly stared.
Of course he is.
“I mean, I could learn something new, I guess.”
“Do you have any other cigarettes? I'm sure each thing has a different taste.”
“Yeah, but it's at my place, and I'm sure that both of us don't want you there.”
“Sure, but if I remember it correctly, there's a store around here that has some.”
“If you're so interested in the taste, why not smoke it yourself?”
“It's a waste of time.”
“Right… and this isn't?”
“Your endless speaking will make it a waste.”
“Pfft, you seemed to like my mouth a second ago.”
“The way you taste isn't akin to the words that fall out. One of them is worth it.”
“Hmm, if you say so.” Enjin smirked. “I'll just get some more from the store. I do like how you work your tongue.”
Zodyl just stared at him before he got up from Enjin.
“Don't waste time.” He stated.
Enjin smirked as he continued on. “I didn't plan on it.”
It took all of 5 minutes to get different kinds of cigarettes and tobacco and head back to where he and Zodyl hid from the prying eyes
“There we go.”
“Ok, smoke.”
“Commending, are we?” Enjin said while getting a light started.
“You seem willing.”
“Again, I like how you work your magic”
“Pfft, doesn't this persona get tiring?”
Enjin continued trying to light the lighter as he tried to organize his thoughts. “Only when the other person is a complete bore, damn it.”
Tired of waiting, Zodyl grabbed the lighter and, in his first attempt, got it to spark. “Embarrassing.”
“Whatever, man, hit me.”
He lit the cigarette, and the notable smile on Enjin's face appeared once more. Zodyl just stared at the dimples that appeared.
“Like what you see?”
“Your dimples.”
“What about them?”
“Dimples signify charm, luck, prosperity, and youthfulness. Fitting for someone like you, or what you portray to others at least.”
“Please, I'm just a humble cleaner, and I don't have the faintest idea of what you mean by portray.”
“You're many things, but a fool isn't one.”
“How would you know?”
“A fool doesn't make a good leader, nor does he play this role as well as you do, annoying as it is.”
“Hm, thanks.”
He blew the smoke away from Zodyl and smirked. “Are you ready?”
“Come to me instead.”
“Commending.”
“You call it that, but I'm simply stating what I want.”
“You're right.” He got closer. “It's hot.”
“Just kiss me.”
The kiss was more confident now that they both were aware of what they wanted from the experience and chased it exactly. They didn’t have much of a height difference; it was an inch at most, so it wasn't tedious to hold the other as they continued. Zodyl had his arms around Enjin's neck while Enjin got him around his waist. There were slight groans coming from both of them. Enjin broke to breathe.
“I haven't been outpaced like that in a while.”
“Keep up.”
“Snort whatever. How was that?”
“You kissed better, but that specific flavoring is not as good as the one before.”
So he likes spices more than methanol. Ok, I can work with that.
“I'll try the other one in a second. I'm a little parched.”
“Be quick.”
“In the mood?”
“We'll see”
“Heh.” Enjin opened a flask, taking sips as it burned his throat—familiar, wonderful. “Ready?”
“I should be the one asking that I haven't needed a break since we started.”
“Showoff.” Enjin smirked, amused.
“Keep up.”
The new cigarette was lit, and Enjin got to it. It was sweeter than the first two.
“Your coat is one of a kind.” Enjin chuckled.
“I'm aware, though yours does suit you.” Zodyl stated.
“A compliment?”
“A fact: I can't imagine you in anything else.”
Neither can I.
“I can't do that with you either, though that makes sense as it is your vital instrument. It's like thinking of me without my unbreaker.” Enjin glanced back at Zodyl. “That being said, I would like to imagine the body underneath it.”
“That depends on what happens once we finish this tasting.”
“Odd thing to call this, but it's accurate, so how mad should I be?”
“Would it solve a thing?” Zodyl flatly asked.
“Nah, but it's something worth feeling.”
“…I understand that well.”
This cigarette was finally finished, and things got heated as Enjin was on top of Zodyl. This time he had the man on his back while they kissed. Slow and sensual loving, even. Zodyl moved his hands under Enjin's shirt, feeling up on the skin that held the tattoo on them, brushing against scars spawning a moan from the man on top of him.
Zodyl broke the kiss; “this time it’s sweet.”
“Sweet flavors aren't my usual, but it's fun when I do have it.”
Zodyl tilts his head. “Special occasion with cigarettes?”
“Of course they are worth it.”
“Interesting.”
“If you say so.”
Enjin looked at the last set. “Want to finish this?”
Zodyl kissed him once more, heated this time. Enjin hummed in the kiss, giving a similar heat on his end.
I guess he really liked this one huh.
Enjin broke the kiss. “I'm guessing you don't want me to try the last one?”
Zodyl looked over at the pack. Hm, fine, get off me.
“Ok, Mr. Raider.” Enjin snorted.
Zodyl let out a snort without making a change in facial expression. He looked bored the whole time, but the way his body reacted to some of the things they were doing did tell Enjin he was enjoying this more than he let on.
“So what do you think will happen next?”
Zodyl stayed silent, but his eyes did all the talking when he glanced down at a certain area of Enjin's body…
“So I'm lucky tonight?”
“Depends on a couple of factors, cleaner.”
“Like?”
“How this goes…”
Enjin perked up at the trail off. “And?”
“If our coats stay on.”
“…I don't see why not.”
“Hm.”
“But are we talking full-body nude or just no pants?”
“Depends on how interested I am in the tattoos on your body and what you wish to see on mine.”
Enjin smirked. “Ok, I can work with that.”
The cigarette finished, and it was like Zodyl pounced on Enjin, coming full circle as he sat on his crotch, intentionally grinding down as he stared at the man under him, smiling and groaning with his dimples showing again.
“Shit! You're not playing.”
I don't play when I need something.
“Need? Enjin held onto his hips as he stared back with heat in his eyes. Are we gonna start or?”
He didn't get to finish as Zodyl kissed him viciously, chasing the taste of Enjin's mouth and lips. Enjin kissed back with the similar level of roughness, moving one of his hands from Zodyl's hips to the belt as he skillfully untied it and tossed it away from Zodyl.
Zodyl grabbed his wandering hand and kept it beside Enjin's head.
“I'm not done.”
“Teasing me?”
“No, we'll get what we want from the other soon enough, Enjin.”
“Oh, I'm Enjin now?”
“Until I know who you really are, yes.”
Enjin sighed, “Whatever.”
It was clear that he liked to get under his skin. Zodyl and Enjin continued their makeout. Both were groaning and moaning into the kiss, breaking for slight air and immediately starting once again. Zodyl broke for a final time, making sure to nip at Enjin’s lower lip before staring down at him.
“Shit, I guess you do know how to kiss. You want it so bad.” Enjin grinned.
“You’re red.”
“I’m hot and bothered. Mind helping?”
“…Of course.”