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Gently setting Aibo down in his nest, Zanka nearly tears off everything but his boxers. He crawls and curls up in the far corner of the nest, the feeling of Aibo pressed against his back made him feel somewhat at ease, but it wasn’t enough. Zanka groaned into a pillow, his boxers were starting to make him feel uncomfortable. Slink leaked out as he turned to lay facedown, dry humping against the mattress.
He hated how sensitive his body got during a heat cycle, but the one he was having now was one of the worst kind. Ever since he got claimed by that annoying raider, Zanka’s heat cycles have been more intense than ever.
The need to be held down and rammed into despite not wanting kids was the thing Zanka hated most more than anything. Having kids with that psychopath would be worse than death. The thought alone was nearly enough to kill the painful boner, but the inner omega didn’t care. It wanted… No NEEDED its alpha.
Zanka began to dry humping the mattress again, it wasn’t enough, he turned to his side, and took a look inside of his boxers. It was already a big mess, the sight of precum and slick annoyed him. Yanking off the last piece of clothing, Zanka started to touch himself. Fighting with his second gender of wanting the person he hated the most to be there. Not realizing that omega side was sending out a signal through their mating bond.
The dominant alpha had just got done with a mission when the familiar feeling sprung on him. His signature devilish smile plastered on his face. His little omega was calling for him. While Zanka hated the bond they had, Jabber loved every second of it. He no longer needed to memorize anything the omega did, his instincts would always lead him right to where he wanted to be.
The timing was perfect in the raiders eyes. The mission was boring as hell, no one tried to fight him, they just cowered down, despite them being alphas. That was the only thing Jabber hated about being dominant. No one ever dared to go against him, unless they had a death wish. It made life boring.
Zanka was different, he was a recessive omega who didn’t care about the whole second gender nonsense, much like Jabber. Jabber thought he was a beta during their first interaction, but in their second fight, after their laughing session, Zanka’s scent started to fill the air. To others the scent would have been too faint to notice due to the suppressant patches, but the scent was strong to the alpha. Jabber felt so many emotions he never thought he’d ever feel. As much as wanted to claim Zanka right then and there, he still had a mission to accomplish.
It was during Zodyl’s reform session when Jabber got to see Zanka again. Jabber randomly went into a rut while being locked up in a solitary confinement, since Zodyl was an omega, Jabber kept pleading to mate with him. Seeing how the alpha was in too much of a pathetic state, even when he gave him a suppressant, Zodyl ordered Cthoni to toss him in the middle of nowhere, throwing Jabber his bag before closing the manhole.
Jabber walked aimlessly for what felt like hours until he caught a whiff of something. Smelling the scent that nearly drove him mad could only mean one thing. Zanka was nearby and he was in heat. The alpha happily swayed as he let his instincts take over to find the source of this new loving scent. He was standing in front of an abandoned building, much like how he was standing in front of the basement door in present time. The way Zanka’s scent was seeping through the crack of the door. Lucky no one was in the house that they were staying in, even if the scent was nice to Jabber, if the others caught a whiff, it would’ve been horrible.
Not wanting the omega to wait any longer, Jabber entered the basement, eyes rolling back as the smell of incense filled his nose. He had to get a grip, he didn’t want to scare Zanka by slamming the door shut and running down the stairs. He closed the door like normal and slowly made his way down the steps. Stopping in the middle of the living room at the sound of Zanka whimpering. Jabber had to keep his alpha side under control, no matter how much he wanted to ram that omega to filth, he needed to ease his way through before doing so.
He should get a cold drink, that should help. He was surprised that not even the sound of the fridge opening and closing made the omega stop whatever he was doing. Was he not aware that Jabber was there or he just didn’t care at that point?
He leaned against the doorframe, the omega still not paying him any attention. The scene in front of him was a sight to see. Zanka was pleasuring himself while riding a strapon that was on a pillow. Whispering to himself how the feeling wasn’t enough, and that he needed more. The sound of a can opening snapped him out of his fantasy, looking at Jabber like a deer in headlights. “WHAT THE FUCK!? HOW LONG HAVE YOU’VE BEEN STANDING THERE YOU CREEP!?” he yelled, covering himself with a blanket, face red from embarrassment.
“Wow so you actually didn’t notice me at all? Zanka, I gotta admit, knowing that hurts my feelings a little.” Jabber tried to look sad but then his usual smug expression came back as he took a sip of his drink, eyes never leaving Zanka’s.
“Of course not! How could anyone notice with their door closed—”
“Actually the door was open.” Jabber interrupted. “If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you did it on purpose.” He walked into the room. “Seeing how we’re bonded and all.” he showed off the mark that was left by Zanka.
“Shut up, as if I would actually do that! Even if it was open, that doesn’t mean it was an invitation for you to pop in like some pervert!”
Jabber laughed as he leaned against the desk next to the bed. He took another sip of his drink before speaking again. “I would believe it if it weren't for this bond of ours, but clearly your inner omega is saying something else.”
Zanka could only glare.
“Plus it looks like you need a little help.”
“I don’t need your help, so get out.”
Jabber hummed, grabbing the desk chair, facing it to where he’s straddling it, resting his arms and chin on the back of it. “Prove it then.” he demanded
“Huh? The hell do you mean prove it? More importantly, why should I?”
“Because there’s only a matter of time before you go feral. Making this house unbearable to be in, and you know you who would call yours truly to come handle it. ” Jabber takes another sip, eyes never leaving Zanka’s “But if you can prove to me that won’t be the case, I’ll leave you alone.” he states.
The ashblonde was hisatent, but what he heard was true, and it didn’t help that his subgender was going nuts over the thought of its alpha being there, watching it play with itself.
“Tch, fine, but once I’m done, I’m kicking you out.”
Jabber didn’t respond, he just rested his head on his folded arms, slightly swinging the now empty can. He watched as Zanka shyly removed the blanket, repositioning himself on the pillow, slowly sliding up and down on the strap-on while touching himself. He looked so cute trying to prove Jabber wrong. The raider smiled to himself, staring at omega like a cat about to play with its food.
Jabber faintly released some of his pheromones to get a reaction. When the other didn’t react, he released more and more. Eventually half of the room smelled like him, yet not once did Zanka acknowledge it. This irritated Jabber to the point of boredom, he stood up from the chair, “Fine, you win, watching you like this is getting boring—”
“Wait! Don’t go!”
Jabber’s confused expression met with a desperate one.
“I can’t— I can’t do it alone, I feel hot all over, I want… I want-”
Jabber gave Zanka a gentle yet mischievous smile. “So my pheromones did work on you.” he set the empty can on the desk while walking back towards the nest. Kneeling on the edge of it. “Now tell me Zanka, what’s got you all this pent up, huh?”
The cleaner hesitated, but he couldn’t hold back the omega urges. He wanted– no needed, he really needed to be intimate with the alpha in front of him. “I– I was wrong okay?”
Jabber tilted his head, some of his locks falling over his shoulder. “Wrong about what?”
When Zanka didn’t answer he spoke again “Come on Zanka, use your words, I can’t join you if you don’t give me permission” he states. Since they’re bonded completely, Jabber was wrapped around Zanka’s finger more than it was the other way around. No one was sure why this happened between recessives and dominants, but it was one thing Zanka had over Jabber.
The cleaner swallowed hard, the heat was becoming more unbearable, even without the alpha’s scent. “I need you okay? My hands and dildo aren’t enough. I need—”
“You want your alpha?”
Zanka could only nod, moving himself off the pillow, crawling over to Jabber, pressing their foreheads together, tugging at the raider’s clothes. “Please?”
That alone was enough for Jabber, instantly standing up to remove his clothes, placing Mankira on the desk. Once he was fully naked, he crawled in the nest, grabbing the pillow that Zanka was using and tossed aside, not caring where it landed on the floor. “Lay down,” he ordered. The tone sent a shiver down Zanka’s body, was that fear or excitement? He didn’t care either way as he did what he was told. He laid back in the nest while Jabber positioned himself between the omega’s legs.
The moment they both were comfortable, Jabber used the slick to slide his fingers into Zanka, who moaned with every stroke. Telling the alpha to go deeper, to curl his fingers up a bit, moans becoming a bit shaky. “Now that you got a taste of what it feels to have someone else do this for you, are you willing to let me do this from now on?” Jabber slowed down his pace, graciously sliding over the omega’s sweet spot.
Zanka threw his head as a wave of pleasure shot up his body, responding to Jabber with the breathy “yes.”
The alpha smiled, picking up the pace, curling over the prostate every few strokes. Seeing Zanka squirm was better than he could ever imagine, the way his hands would grip the pillow he was laying on, arching his back when Jabber would touch that spot. “That feel good, baby?” Jabber asked when heard the other started to whine. When Zanka didn’t answer, an idea popped in the raider’s head.
He slid his fingers out. The cleaner looked up at him in shock “Why- Why did you stop? Was it because I didn’t answer? I swear I was going to answer, I —” he was cut off by Jabber kissing him, his locks surrounding them both. The kiss was desperate and hungry. Zanka’s hands gradually made their way to cup Jabber’s face, whose hands guided the omega’s legs more open. He then positioned his cock over Zanka’s hole. Breaking this kiss, making the other whimper in protest.
“I gotta ask for consent first, baby” he said softly, placing a kiss on the omega’s forehead
Zanka wrapped his legs around the alpha’s waist. “Is that enough consent for ya?”
“Getting bold now ain’t we?”
“Just shut and fuck me.”
“Fuck or breed?”
If looks could kill, Jabber would be dead right now. The raider laughed, kissing the cleaner's neck as he rammed inside, causing the other to yelp and whine. Zanka’s hands made their way to Jabber’s back, nails digging their way through skin. Shocked when the raider stopped moving, becoming hesitant to move. But why? That wasn’t why Zanka did tha— That’s right, this freak was a masochist. He probably did that because he was about cum.
This time Zanka was the one with a plotting look on his face. He started to kiss and whimper into Jabber’s ear, “Why did you stop? Did I do something bad? I thought I was being a good boy?” he whispered, making sure he sounded hurt. Using his nails to lightly claw at Jabber's back “Please...please Jabber...I want you,” he played up his desperation. Grinding his hips up while whimpering and pleading more in the Alpha’s ear. Zanka could feel the hands that were on his hips tighten, then they started to roam over his body, hips slight moving, Jabber was getting close, Zanka had to think of something to get this man fully moving again.
He mentally smiled to himself, he brought one of his hands up to make Jabber look at him. Magenta eyes filled with passionate lust. “Alpha,” he said, “Litter.”
Sure enough, it was as if something in Jabber snapped. He stopped once again, slowly raising up and lifted Zanka’s legs over his shoulder. The cleaner gave him a lustful smile while his hands roamed his chest and stomach. What he was about to do next took the omega by surprise. Jabber leaned forward to where now Zanka’s knees were nearly parallel to his shoulders, hands still holding the back of Zanka’s legs.
“Wait.”
“You said you wanted a litter yeah?”
“That’s not–”
“Let’s try for one.”
Before Zanka could respond, Jabber started to slam into him, making him wail from the intensity. The sounds of skin slapping and moans filled the room. To Zanka, it felt like they were in that position for hours before the two of them climaxed, his own cum covering his chest and stomach, leaving nail marks on Jabber’s chest. The raider’s thrusts were getting sloppy as he rode out their high before collapsing next to Zanka. They laid there for about a minute or two when they finally caught their breaths. Jabber looked around to what is now their nest for towels, and a couple of water bottles, spotting them on the window ledge that was next to the bed. He sat up taking a face towel and poring some water on it.
“What are you doing?” he could hear Zanka ask. He sat the bottle back on the ledge before turning to tend to his omega, gently cleaning him up. “This could have waited, you know?” Zanka stated.
“I know, but knowing your bratty ass, you’ll fuss at me later for not doing so.”
“I am not bratty, fussy? Maybe… but definitely not bratty.”
“Tch, yeah okay.”
Jabber laughed as Zanka gave him his usual glare. The omega laid more comfortably, “Just hurry up and clean me.”
“Yes, your highness.”
If Zanka wasn’t so tired right now he would’ve tossed the alpha out of the bed.
After Jabber cleaned the both of them, he laid back down, bringing Zanka closer to him.
“What about your wounds?”
“Hm?” Jabber looked down at his own chest, damn, Zanka sure did leave some heavy marks, but nothing too serious. He just shrugged, completely surrounding himself around Zanka, giving him a tight squeeze, then kissing the crown of his head. Zanka felt like he was going to melt. The scent of Jabber that first made him horny as hell was now soothing him, before he drifted off to sleep, the only thing that could come out was a simple
Thank you