Jabber X Zanka thing i wrote in like 30 minutes for my friend
(Be ready for mega cringe and grammatical errors)
Jabber stumbled through the mass of people, strobe lights mocking him by making him woozier by the second. His mind was spinning, eyes were bloodshot, God knows what drugs he put in his system but Jabber didn't care he wanted to have fun and fun is what he'll have.
He pushed through the distracted security guard and fumbled into the V.I.P section of the club.
The drugs seeping into to his system making him giggly as his arms twitched, the world seemed to slow down, the music, the clinking of glasses filled with alcohol and the violent club lights changing from purple to a deep red.
Maybe the red was a warning of the sight he was going to see. A lone Zanka sitting upright, sipping on what could be alcohol. Jabber couldn't tell, or he just didn't care.
Zanka and him locked eyes as the music changed to something more sensual and slow. Jabber watch as Zanka slowly took one swift glup of his drink, watching as his throat bobbed up and down wondering what else he can do it.
Jabber was snapped out of his fantasies by said fantasy whispering in his ear. His head whipped around as Zanka had already made his way across the club.
Jabber chased after him and even though Zanka was walking through the club, he still felt out of reach but Jabber wasn't going to be satisfied with just his fingers grazing the tip of the iceberg that is Zanka.
He wanted all of him, every nook, every hole, every vice, we wanted Zanka to drink him in just to spit him out like the vermin he is to the world. He wanted to be bullied, defamed, he wants it to be ugly, to have Zanka wondering if all of him would even fit.
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