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Nov 13, 2025

Gachiakuta: Selfish Chapter One

Right...so...first time posting my fanfiction, like, ever. And of course I wouldn't be doing fanfiction justice if the first chapter wasn't a little spicy spice.

Overall, this is gonna be a Zanka x OC story, but don't worry, EVERY character will be getting lots of attention because so far, there hasn't been a character I don't like.

SO - I give you 30 pages and a whooping 15K words.

What really was lust?

Like…truly - really - what was it down to its nitty gritty core? What was the driving essence behind it? What exactly made people lust for…well, anything? Looking it up on her phone, Eris started by simply typing the word ‘lust’ into the search engine bar. This brought her to a page full of definitions and meanings for said word. Scrolling down on the page, she saw other questions people have asked: ‘Is lust bad?’, ‘What can you lust for?’, or the most basic of questions ‘What is lust in love?’. It didn’t matter the question or how the question was phrased, the answers were more or less the same.

There was a more interesting read on the definition of the lust in regards to the Seven Deadly Sins - it gave a good gander of just what really was the feeling and what it could bring on so strongly and so fast.

A quick overview told Eris that it was just a psychological influence giving way to an extreme yearning for something that one might’ve not been able to get or already had.

All the definitions talked of the suffering from the side effects of not getting enough out of it - lust that is. It also seemed that lust was defined as immoral to some because of the underlying meaning of it striving off just a one-track mind and people doing everything they could to just quench that desire they held so powerfully inside of them. Many would stop at nothing to achieve the euphoria it brought.

Lust was mainly pertaining to having a desire for things such as money, love, sex, and power - however it seemed that most of the people on the web related the feeling, the desire of lust to that of sex.

And from the looks of it, just about anyone could be a victim to lust. Even Eris herself…

…maybe even him.

Apparently, lust was associated with the color blue in the spectrum of the seven sins - that was ironic.

Regardless of that icy exterior and how he seemed to be one of the most composed people Eris had ever laid eyes on, she knew he could just as easily bend to its treachery. She knew that if the fleeting feeling of lust so wished for it, it could have him careening down a long, twisted path - all in an attempt to chase that euphoric sensation.

Despite being on the same team for years, Eris knew very little about him. She knew that they didn’t get along. Never really had and probably never really will…considering…

Even though the two never really talked - unless it was a screaming disagreement - Eris had heard through lingering whispers courtesy of Semiu and alcohol induced gossip with Riyo, that he has been the victim of lust in the past. Though it had everything to do with power. That made sense to Eris, given the unfortunate family he had been born into. When it came to the Hell’s Guard, everything was about power and if you had none you were not welcomed.

But after this morning…Eris couldn’t help but wonder if it was only power that held that effect over him. He was a man after all - a quiet and aloof man - but a man nevertheless. It didn’t matter how many times Enjin would make perverse jokes to him or to Eris or to anyone who happened to be around, he would always turn his nose up at the idea and grunt with a sneered lip.

It was never just a reaction of indifference, but a full look of disgust - as if the very idea of it made his skin crawl. Eris however, knew now that wasn’t always the case. She knew first hand that his expression could break into something else that wasn’t looking like he had just stepped in shit and could currently smell it on his boot.

His eyebrows were capable of unfurrowing and arching up into genuine surprise. His frosty, intense glower could widen with his - unfairly - long eyelashes brushing his eyelids as he looked on in shock. His ridiculously plumped looking lips could part as his jaw slackened while he took in a…um…rather compromising scene…god, that expression had been…just - fuck. Don’t think about, don’t think about it, for the love of god, don’t think about it.

Eris cleared her throat as her cheeks warmed when - despite her silent screams of protest - she remembered the expression she had seen just this morning. A coil of slick, boiling arousal built right underneath her navel as the sick - annoying, very annoying - thought of it turned her on. It was only a little, but that heat was still there. And it was him of all people to be causing it.

The woman bit the inside of her cheek, thighs growing hot as the feeling of molten liquid made its way right into her brain before slithering down the spine and coiling itself up like a snake nipping at her lower abdomen. Shit. Fucking hell.

Rudo was between them - thank god for that - mindlessly chatting away with Enjin. It seemed that no one in the jeep noticed or were even aware of the unfortunate predicament that Eris was quickly finding herself in. Everyone except the one person who she wished would just go back to being his normal, annoyingly indifferent self.

Zanka was staring again.

Well…she couldn’t blame him. She probably traumatized the man.

Sighing inwardly, Eris shifted in her seat, recrossing her legs for the tenth time as she rolled the window down an inch in an attempt to let the air cool her overheating face. It did nothing seeing as how they were driving back through a fucking desert, but whatever.

Her relationship with Zanka had never been complicated. She didn’t like him and he didn’t like her. Simple. Easy. To the point. However, after this morning’s…incident…Zanka’s been glaring at her the entirety of the drive back to HQ.

He wasn't directly staring at her, but Eris could still see it - feel it - from just over Rudo’s head. A seething side eye that burned her in ways that it shouldn’t. Pulling her hair loose from its ponytail, she let her long, dark hair fall into her face in a fleeting attempt to hide from those deep - very deep - blue eyes. Swallowing, she kept her phone right up against her face, busying herself with it as she struggled not to quiver underneath those eyes.

Rudo hunched over suddenly, leaning forward to see what Enjin was trying to show him. Normally, Zanka would quickly tell Enjin to keep his focus on the road, however now he was quiet. Eris made the mistake of glancing back over at him - their eyes meant. Cobalt blue and violent brown. Those were the same cobalt blue eyes that had traced over her, so, so agonizingly slowly this morning - STOP.

This morning was over with.

None of it mattered.

If he doesn’t feel the need to mention it, then there was no need to worry about it.

But christ, it would be a lot easier to forget about it if he would just stop fucking staring.

The jeep jolted suddenly - because Enjin was not paying attention to the road - and Rudo was bounced right back into his seat, effectively cutting off the awkward staring contest. Eris hurriedly tapped away on her phone, her thumb scrolling as she swiped between apps, looking at random pictures and reading random articles. The phone chimed softly and Eris quickly remembered that her and Riyo had been having a conversation since the end of the current mission.

The woman was far too perceptive for her own good. She had quickly deduced that there was something going on between Eris and Zanka.

Of course, she had no idea what that was and there was no chance in hell she was going to guess it so, for the better part of the drive back, she’s been poking via text for Eris to fuss up.

And Eirs, in utter embarrassment, has been trying to both avoid and explain what had happened this morning. She felt her eyebrow twitch as she reread Riyo’s message for the tenth time.

Riyo: just tell me what the hell ur talking about. What do u mean he saw u?

Eris heard the sound of a lighter flickering just before the scent of cigarette invaded the small interior of the jeep. Enjin smoking was nothing odd. What was odd, was Zanka being quiet again. He was usually the first to bitch about the smell. No one else liked it either, but Enjin never listened to what people told him. Still Zanka would always go on a health tirade every time Enjin lit one up. Not this time though and Riyo as always, was quick to notice.

Riyo: whatever happened u must have really freaked him out…he isn’t even whining about the smoke.

Frowning, Eris’ face burned with embarrassment for the millionth time since this morning. She hadn’t a clue on how to explain exactly what had happened with her and Zanka and she could sense that Riyo was growing impatient with her dodging the question. A low sigh left her as she finally began to type out a response.

Eris: ok so you know how sometimes people do things when they have urges right? Like inches you can’t scratch. Well you know I was just doing that whenever he decided to just fucking walk into my room without knocking and that’s when he saw me.

Eris felt her eye twitch when, not even seconds later, Riyo responded.

Riyo: What?

Eris had to fight back an aggravated groan before she was typing as fast as she could. She wanted this conversation to be over with. She wanted this damn car ride to be over with so she could run back to room and never come out.

Eris: Please don’t make me actually type it out…

Riyo: how the hell am I supposed to know what all that meant? Come on, whatever it was, it couldn’t have been that bad.

Oh, if only she knew…it was that bad. Eris would have rather had anyone - literally anyone - else in the entire fucking world walk in on her doing that…but no, it had to be fucking Zanka Nijiku. The one person she couldn’t stand. The one person who always thought he was above everyone else. The one person who she fucking hated and the one person who had to be so god damn handsom when he -

Eris held the phone as close to her face as she could - Rudo’s eyes were beginning to wander and he had a bad habit of reading over her shoulder. Usually she didn’t mind, but with this conversation…

Eris: God I was doing IT.

Riyo: Doin what?

Eris: You know…

Riyo: I don’t.

Riyo: Damn just spit it out already girl.

Eris: Fine, fuck!

Finally, like a flood gate bursting wide open, Eris’ mind was filled with Zanka’s face from this morning. Very much against her wanting, Eris felt that same heat from this morning grow into a raging fire right at the bottom of her gut. The morning had started simple enough. She woke up early - the mission for the day wasn’t due to start for a few hours - and she was bored. It didn’t happen to her often, but that little itch that people just got from time to time…that little need of some kind of release…

Being relaxed before a relatively big mission wasn’t a bad idea.

So there she had been - pants off - her simple, lacy undies halfway down her legs as she made soft, little noises with her eyes closed and her hand…with her fingers…and then with a long, deep sigh she had opened her deep burgundy eyes to find wide, deep blue eyes staring at her.

She had forgotten to lock the door - she hadn’t heard a knock and she hadn’t heard it open either. And because of this, there he had been, standing right in the threshold of her bedroom with his skin looking paler than usual due to the light red that was dusted across his face. Eris had blinked one, two, three times before he was gone - without a word - the door slamming closed after him.

Zanka’s face - his fucking eyes had been -

How the hell was she supposed to go on living now?

A sleek, warmth was making itself known on the insides of Eris’ underwear - the same pair that he had seen this morning - and she was beyond disgusted that there was a part of her that was getting fucking excited at the fact that she got stoic ass Zanka to break that cold composure.

He had actually looked flustered and Eris swore that right before he closed the door, he had dug his teeth into his lips. The heat was beginning to become difficult to ignore with her thighs tingling in a prickling way. It was as if she was touching a live wire and the jolts of electricity were making the itch for…for what she didn’t know.

She was fighting to keep her eyes open because every time she closed them she saw Zanka’s face - his far too perfectly handsome face that almost looked to be in awe. Eris didn’t want to admit it, but knowing that she - somehow - managed to make Zanka of all people make that face was…exhilarating.

Dropping her leg back down, Eris used the friction of her pants to subtly rub her thighs together, wanting - needing - to relieve some of the pressure. Her body was all but begging for that orgasm it never got because she had been interrupted by some idiot that didn’t know how to knock.

It was hard to swallow as Eris’ throat felt full of unneeded saliva and there was a sudden change in the atmosphere…it became filled with some bitter emotion as she finally typed out just what Zanka had caught her doing. Eris shifted again and what she thought was a quiet sigh left her as her thighs brushed across one another once more.

There was an extremely small part of Eirs that was getting somewhat giddy at the fact that she was sneakily gossiping about the incident right in front of him.

She flinched when Zanka suddenly huffed - a deeply aggravated sound. She glanced over at him to find that he had finally stopped staring. Now, he was hunched over slightly, pitching at the bridge of his nose with his twitching eyes closed. He was clearly pissed about something. Eris watched as he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he was pulling lightly at his collar. Seeing him from the side, even Eris had to admit that he had a rather strong jawline with near perfect skin. She suddenly felt horrified when she had the random urge to bite that jaw.

Eris: God, I was masturbating alright. Ya know touching myself and the next thing I know he’s in my fucking room watching me.

Eris almost wanted to shut her phone off after sending the text. No, actually she wanted to smash it with a rock before throwing it and herself out the damn window after having finally confessed to what had happened.

During the mission, it had been easy to ignore - to damn near forget - about this morning. Fighting for your life as a ginormous trash beast is trying to squish you like a bug makes it easy to be focused on less embarrassing things. For example, Zanka seeing her two fingers deep into her own pleasure.

She should have just walked back to HQ - or better yet she should have let that trash beast squash her. Jumping out of the moving car was also still on the table. God, why was this drive taking so long - Enjin usually speeds but no, he chooses now to actually drive like a sane person. She wasn’t going to be able to go and hide in her room right away either because the boss was going to want a mission debriefing right away. She was always stuck going to those because Enjin was terrible at them.

In fact, it was usually her and Zanka that gave the debriefing…so she was going to be stuck in an awkward tension with the man right in front of their boss. Yeah - she needed to jump out the window.

Eris was still pondering her options when Riyo finally read the message. The other woman had been stealing a puff from Enjin’s cigarette while she read the text and she was now coughing and choking on the smoke.

Eris clenched her fingers into her palms and her teeth grinding together when she heard the hacking quickly become laughing. A whole body laugh that was at Eris’ expense.

Everyone in the car began giving Riyo concerned looks - Eris almost had a heart attack as Rudo leaned forward, asking what the other cleaner was laughing at. Thankfully, Riyo wasn’t a cruel person and she quickly closed her phone before waving the sphereite off. Eris breathed a sigh of relief when Rudo dropped it before she once again glanced over at Zanka.

He was handsome - even she had to admit that. Tall with broad shoulders that tapered into a slim waist. He was strong too…and when he used his vital instrument it was as if he was performing an elegant dance. It was mesmerizing, really. Then there was his voice.

Steady with a slight accent and he almost always spoke proper - even when he was pissed off and cussing. Eris was quick to shove back the intrusive thought of wondering what that voice sounded like in bed. His eyes were his best feature - many women have been known to swoon over them.

Yes, Zanka definitely had good genes.

It would be a shame if they were never passed down.

Of course, this line of thinking made Eris wonder if he had an experience in that department. She herself had very little - she could count on one hand with how many sexual experiences she’s had in her whole twenty-three years of life. Given her line of work, she didn’t really have much time to create those experiences. It was probably the same for Zanka. Riyo was still trying to hold in her cackling and Eris was going to punch her once they were back at HQ - which was thankfully going to be soon.

Enjin took the back way in - Eris was grateful for this as it meant she could more easily slip away from the group without them noticing. Of course, Riyo would notice, but given what she had just confessed to, she was confident that her fellow cleaner would let her leave in peace.

Slowly, ever so fucking slowly, the jeep came to a rolling stop.

A strained breath that she hadn’t realized she was holding finally left Eris. Within the next hour - just after the debriefing - she’ll be back in her room. She was going to put ten new locks on the door before she’ll finally allow herself to fall face first into her plump and soft bed.

Enjin and Riyo were quick to get out of the jeep with Zanka following behind. Eris paused with her hand on the door - her legs were shaking and she was still painfully turned on.

Rudo gave her an odd look before asking if she was alright - Eris almost didn’t hear him because her heart was slamming in her chest and drowning everything else out. Swallowing, Eris gave him a small smile, confirming that nothing was wrong - everything was very wrong - before she finally exited the jeep. Placing one foot down at a time, Eris’ movements were stiff. She was in a desperate need of relief and what little friction her pants were providing was not enough.

Everyone else had gone ahead of her. Eris was now thinking she could skip out on the briefing - Riyo was gratefully giving her much needed space and Enjin could manage leading a briefing for once. With that, Eris spun on her heels with every intent of running to her room like a coward. There was just one slight problem.

Zanka had stayed behind with her.

He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed while he stared at her.

Everything in existence came to a screeching halt.

Seriously, Eris thought her heart was going to implode on itself. She could not handle this right now. Zanka said nothing, his eyes narrowing into a harsh glare. Eris waited, but still the man did not speak. There was this unbelievably thick tension between them - so thick it was a wonder that it didn’t suffocate both of them. Alright, so obviously he wanted some kind of confrontation - Eris could manage that…somewhat.

“What are you looking at?”

Eris wondered if he could hear her heartbeat accelerate after she hissed the words at him. She had tried to keep her voice steady - tried so vehemently, but it still came out shakily and unsure. Zanka did not miss this, and the side of his mouth twitched slightly. As if he wanted to grin that overly cocky grin of his.

It was a good thing he didn’t do that, because that grin was far too devilishly handsome and Eris might actually combust into flames if she saw it - and since when did she even find this infuriating man handsome.

But what Zanka chose to do next was far worse than that stupid grin.

With deadly precision, those deep, cobalt eyes traced a rough, slow path down Eris’ body. She was fully clothed with very little skin showing, but suddenly she felt naked. More so than even this morning - what the actually fuck? Eris gulped when those same eyes dragged their way back up to her face. An aggravated huff suddenly left the man, his eyebrows furrowing, eyes closing as he pitched the bridge of his nose.

“Will you stop.”

The sound of his voice should not have made Eris shudder, but it did, even if it was only slightly.

Clearing her throat, Eris spoke with a voice she hoped wasn’t squeaking. “Stop what?”

“The fact that you don’t even know is beyond aggravating,” Zanka hissed before glaring at her again. Generally, Eris would bite right back at Zanka’s snappish hisses. There was nothing unusual about them bickering - that was the bulk of their conversations. Yes, the two cleaners had never really gotten along. The word hate might be a little strong - though in this case it was quite fitting - but it was a certainly that neither liked the other.

And maybe that’s why this whole thing was so fucking awkward.

Why would someone want to see their number one enemy getting it on.

Eris didn’t really know how to respond to Zanka at the moment. Frankly, she hadn’t a clue as to what he was talking about. Obviously, there was a rather large elephant in the room that needed to be addressed - it really didn’t - and yet, Eris had a feeling that this elephant wasn’t what Zanka was referring to in this particular moment.

She sure as hell wasn’t going to bring up that damn elephant.

Honestly, it shouldn’t be her responsibility. Zanka was the one who clearly didn’t know what knocking was for. This was his fault. This clumsy - cumbersome - annoyingly awkward mess was entirely his fault. In fact, Eris didn’t understand why he was the one angry right now. She should be the one yelling - cussing up a storm and throwing a fit about her privacy being stolen from her in a vulnerable moment.

Going even further, Zanka should actually be grateful for being witness to such a show. Enemies be damned. Eris was hot and she knew it - kind of…not really, but she could fake it - and in this dismal godforsaken hell hole they all called home, seeing a hot girl pleasuring herself was a god damn bloody good spectacle.

So yes, Zanka had absolutely no right to be throwing a hissy fit over this.

And she was going to tell him that. Scream it right in his face now that everyone else was out of earshot. At least that was the intention - Zanka began speaking before she could even open her mouth. And the words that came out of that mouth - with those far too perfectly plump lips - completely and utterly derailed whatever rant Eris was having in her head.

“You need to learn self control. Your presence is stifling. It's gross - disgusting really.”

What did this motherfucker just say?

Gross? Disgusting?

Oh, Eris fucking hated him.

He got to see a wonderful display this morning and he had the audacity to call her disgusting? Saying she was fuming was a severe understatement. What the hell did he mean by her presence? What? Did the mere fact that she existed offend him that much? Really, after this asshole didn’t even bother trying to knock on her fucking door.

“You - I - wha -”

Sentences were evading her, the only sounds coming from the back of her throat were a jumbled mess of pure word vomit. Zanka - surprisingly - stood there silently. He was still pissed off though the longer Eris sputtered over herself the more bored he began to look.

Clearly, this entire conversation was beneath him - and that thought only annoyed Eris even more. After several minutes of her continuing to struggle spewing up fragmented words, Zanka finally sighed and dropped his arms. He gave her one last scowl, quite literally turning his nose up at her, before turning to leave.

Oh, hell no. No way was this jackass getting the last word - not now, not ever. Not after the unholy amount of torment he put her through.

“I - you - you should have knocked!”

Eris tried to screech, tried to explode with anger like she wanted to, but her voice cracked with betrayal. Zanka didn’t even bother with an acknowledgement. Not even a flinch and Eris was left alone standing next to the still opened door to the jeep with the only thing to do was to glare at the retreating back of her fellow cleaner.

She may have forced herself to have the last word of this argument - if that’s what one could even call the interaction that just transpired - and yet, she felt no satisfaction. She was still pissed beyond belief, but more importantly, she was still annoyingly horny.

She stood still for a few moments, her shoulders heaving with her heavy breathing before the tension in her snapped. She screamed. She literally screamed and jumped in place with her fists pumping in the air like a toddler. She was having a meltdown and was literally throwing a fit.

And she had every right to have one.

God, she actually thought that the day wasn’t going to be that bad. That’s the whole reason why she had…been doing what she had been doing. Was it wrong that she wanted to relax? Was it wrong that she was human and occasionally got human urges? Zanka apparently thought so.

It was disgusting.

Fucking spoiled, little rich boy. He was probably pissed that he didn’t get any action himself and he was too damn proud to take care of the issue himself.

Slamming the jeep's door closed with a sudden and harsh movement, Eris leaned against it and buried her face into her hands. Her skin was unbelievably hot - to the point that it was borderline painful. God above she wanted to cry. Why, she did not know. She was just upset and annoyed and all she wanted was to have a somewhat decent orgasm this morning. She wasn’t asking for much.

Eris flinched, her body tensing for a moment before springing into a violent glare when she heard footsteps approaching her. She expected to see Zanka - the bastard probably wanted to insult her even more - however, it was not the snobby prude but rather Riyo. Eris didn’t know if she should sigh in relief or stay on guard.

Riyo was a dear friend. But she did laugh when Eris finally fussed up about what happened. And she was fighting to hold back a shit eating grin. Eris rolled her eyes before she slid down to the ground, pulling her knees to her chest and trying her hardest to turn into a ball and disappear from this shit show that was her life.

Riyo crunched down next to the other woman, not really knowing what to do or what to say. She knew that she shouldn’t laugh - even though she really, really wanted to.

“Sooo…”

“Don’t.”

Eris was quick to growl out before Riyo could form a sentence.

Riyo rolled her eyes. “You know we gotta talk about it.”

Eris gave her a hard side-eye before mumbling into arms. “We really don’t.”

“Yeah we do,” Riyo sighed before falling back on her butt and crossing her legs. “Because that was one hell of an awkward car ride. I hate awkward car rides.”

Eris scoffed, finally lifting her head to properly glare at her friend. “You? You thought it was awkward? How do you think I felt?”

“Hm,” Riyo hummed as she tipped her head back in thought. “I’m guessing mortified?”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Eris gripped. She stubbornly dug her palms into her eyes. She was still struggling to get Zanka’s face out of her head.

“What even made you, you know…” Riyo trailed off while awkwardly gesturing her hands into the air.

God, Eris did not want to have this conversation right now and she voiced this with a loud sigh. “Does it matter? Don’t you ever just - I don’t know, get in the mood?”

Riyo didn’t say anything, but she nodded her head back and forth in agreement. Eris glowered at the ground, the realization that she’ll never be able to have a…private moment again and she quickly voiced this was a loud groan.

“My life is over. How am I supposed to do anything like that again without thinking about this morning?”

Riyo couldn’t stop the snorted laugh that left her. “Don’t ya think you’re being a tad dramatic?” She sounded as if she wanted to console Eris, but there was still an underline of amusement in her voice. She really thought this was no big deal - just a funny little speed bump that Eris should get over quickly.

“I don’t actually,” Eris huffed. “Maybe if it had been anyone else. But fucking - Zanka - of all people.” God, even if it had been Enjin - at least she had banter with him.

Maybe she could have laughed it off because Enjin would have made a joke out of it. Hell, it could have even turned into a funny story that you told when you got a little too drunk. The point is, if it had been anyone else on the planet, this whole ordeal would be much more bearable.

“I mean, did he really see all that much? Were your panties that far down that he saw your -”

An indignant noise left Eris as her body jolted in place with an even more flustered expression and she glared at Riyo when the red head finally broke down and began snorting laughter.

It was bad enough that Eris had the horrible, vivid mental image of Zanka staring down at her hand going to town on herself, but hearing others talk about it? She wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and fucking die alone.

Thank god Riyo knew how to keep a secret. If anyone else found out about this, that would be it. Eris would officially be done with life. She might as well walk right into No Man’s Land with her mask off and arms opened wide for the first trash beast that wanted to eat her.

“Shouldn’t you be in the debriefing?” Eris muttered in a desperate attempt to change the conversation. Her stomach was twisting itself into a tight knot - so painful that it was nearly shadowing that still faint feeling of arousal that was pooling in her gut.

Riyo knew that Eris was dying to talk about something else - anything else - and despite this whole situation being unbelievably hysterical, she took pity on her friend.

“I’m sure the boys can handle it,” Riyo said. Shuffling closer to Eris, Riyo bumped her shoulder into hers. “Ya know, you were pretty badass out there today.”

“Thanks,” Eris grumbled. “Honeslty it served as a good distraction.”

The embarrassment was still there, but for the first time since this morning, Eris felt her body relax just so and she was finally able to breathe again. She plopped her head onto Riyo’s shoulder. Riyo patted her head for a moment before speaking.

“Wanna have a sleep over tonight? Tomme got her hands on some new movies.”

“No,” Eris sighed. “Thanks though.”

Knowing Tomme, the movies were probably some old romantic comedies and the last thing Eris wanted to see was anything to do with humans bumping the uglies - even if it was for shits and giggles. That and Riyo would probably get drunk off of cheap booze and if Eris was there, there was a good chance she’ll slip up and loudly tell Tomme what had happened.

No, Eris was going to stay in her room alone and be moppy, wallowing away in her embarrassment and sadness while shoving ice cream down her throat.

Afterwards, she’ll toss and turn in bed for a few hours before sleep would over take her frazzled mind and she hoped that she wouldn’t have any nightmares about today.

Of course, knowing her luck, everything was going to go wrong again.

Oh, if only she knew.

…

Cleaners HQ was an old building.

No one really knew how old it was, but the smell told the story.

Eris hadn’t a clue what the Sphere smelt like - Rudo tried explaining it to her once, but most of it went over her head. The ground though…well it had an interesting smell. Surprisingly, it did not smell like garbage. The polluted zones did and No Man’s Land would kill you without a mask, but here at Cleaners HQ it was almost a homely scent.

Kind of like walking into a house and smelling freshly baked cookies, except instead of cookies it was…aromatic. A dry, dusty smell with a hint of rain.

HQ was built right into a mountain side and if there was enough rain, one was able to smell the rich, earthy minerals that were carved around the building. Now, if there was ever too much rain the building would smell slightly of mildew. Vegetation growth was rare on the ground - there were only a few pockets of clean soil that allowed it - but mold was prevalent.

Any form of fungus was stubborn enough even in the harshish of environments and the aging cracks in the building made the perfect habitat for it.

Most of the cleaners didn’t mind the smell - Semiu couldn’t stand it. She did everything she could to keep the lobby smelling good. Room sprays, incense, candles, perform - literally she’s tried everything. None of it works. All it did was mask the scent of mold - it never really went away. It drove the boss nuts. He didn’t like the moldy smell, but he hated the scent of fake floral. Always insisted that the real stuff was better. It was actually kind of funny. He prided himself on the lone cactus bloom he somehow managed to keep alive in his office.

Eris sniffed at it once.

It smelt like nothing.

But that was probably because years of fighting trash beasts had all but killed her sense of smell.

Personally, Eris has always been prone to warm smells. Earthy and musky with a hint of wetness. She had grown up near one of the very few clean water sources on the ground. A small, little lake that was as deep as it was wide. Every now and then, the wind would shift just right and clean non-polluted air would caressed over the waters, carrying the scent of waves to the land. Fresh water with a hint of musk. Yup, that’s what Eris enjoyed smelling the most. Too bad she couldn’t recreate it in her room.

She’s tried to mimic the smell, but it was pointless. There was no clean source of water near HQ. The closest she got was when it rained but the falling sky water was always just a tad too…spicy? Salty? There wasn’t really one word that described it, but basically the rain water was polluted by the air.

So, here she was, sitting curled up at her desk with an empty bowl of ice cream as she lazily flipped through old mission reports. She was in desperate need of some new reading material. Actual intact books were a rarity and the few that she had have already been read a dozen times.

Tomme had some, but they were all romance and seeing as how she was actively avoiding anything related to the topic of…well…sex…she didn’t want to bother with asking. Riyo wasn’t much of a reader - neither was Enjin or Rudo - and because she was pretending her other teammate did not exist, she was at a loss for some new reading material.

Maybe Semiu had something. Well, something other than bikini magazines.

If it wasn’t nearly three in the morning, she would go ask.

Eris sighed and flopped back in her chair.

She was certain she was the only one awake at HQ. Ever since she was little, she’s been a night owl. Not by choice though. And it’s only gotten worse as she’s aged. She’d try to sleep - she really would - but most of the time she’d only end up tossing and turning while glaring at her ceiling. Eventually her eyes would grow tired, enough so that she would finally fall asleep, but it would always be restless. She would always wake up every other hour. She always got shit about it from the other cleaners - most of it came from a place of concern.

She didn’t blame them.

She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she got any decent sleep.

The cleaner was absent mindingly rubbing her hand over her vital instrument - her mother’s bracelet that she never took off. It looked dainty, but it wasn’t. It was a thick chain, silver in color with a little tarnish, and a single crescent moon charm. It was warm to the touch, the same as all vital instruments. A rich warmth that was filled with the raw anima that each and every cleaner had coursing through their veins.

Eris jumped slightly when there was a knock at her door.

Maybe the lack of sleep was making her hear things?

She thought she’d be the only one awake at this time.

Her eyes flickered to the door, blinking at it as she waited. She hadn’t a clue who it could be. It could be Riyo - she was probably drunk with Tomme right now - but the red head wouldn’t wait for her to respond to the knock. She’d knock and then barge right in.

That did remind Eris that she probably should have locked her door…especially after this morning. Her cheeks flushed when Zanka’s face came to mind - no…no, no. She’s almost completely barren the memories from her head. She did not need to be reminded of it.

There was another knock on the door - louder, more prudent this time.

Well, whoever it was, they weren’t going away.

“It’s unlocked,” Eris called out, not moving from her desk. There was a short pause - like a bated breath - before the door was opened.

Eris nearly flung herself off her chair and out her window.

Why the flying fuck was it Zanka fucking Nijiku?

Eris was quite literally frozen with her mouth gapping open. Zanka’s face remained calm, cool, and collected as always as he stepped into the room before softly closing the door behind him.

Eris jolted again when she heard the lock click into place.

Well, at least her door was finally locked. And wouldn’t you know, Zanka knocked. He didn’t this morning. Eris stared and he stared back. Her sanctuary had just been breached for a second time today and she hated, hated how her heart went into over time at the mere sight of the man in front of her.

Everything she had been trying so hard to not think about came flooding back - against her will - and she was suddenly feeling exposed in her shorts and tank top.

Zanka’s eyes twitched for a moment before they narrowed into a glare while his lips sneered at her. Eris was still sitting in her chair, at her desk, with her mouth wide open and eyes blinking in disbelief. Maybe if she blinked them enough he would go away. Disappeared into nothingness because the lack of sleep had to be making her hallucinate right? Right? Oh, please dear god let her be right.

But no, Zanka was still there glaring at her.

What the fuck did he want?

Surely he wasn’t so pissed about what happened that he came to demand an explanation from her or - wait - did he want an apology?

‘Oh Zanka, I’m so sorry you caught me touching myself. Please forgive me for giving into my human desires.”

Hell no, that was not happening.

The atmosphere was slowly becoming thick, sweltering with raw friction that was begging for some kind of release. Eris flinched - just slightly - when Zanka finally moved. His movements were slow and rigid as he gently placed his vital instrument against the wall. Eris - finally realizing that she had been gawking with her mouth wide open - snapped her jaw closed and she flickered her eyes all over her room, bluntly refusing to look at her teammate. Finally she swallowed before she forced herself to speak.

“I - guess you learned how to knock.”

Okay, that wasn’t exactly what she wanted to say. She really should have yelled at him. Just to chastise him harshly for ruining her morning, for ruining her whole day, and now for ruining her night. Unfortunately, her cracking voice wasn’t going to allow this.

Zanka has always had this presence around him - it was almost overbearing. If anyone could kill with just a look, it would be Zanka. Now, normally, Eris could be a stubborn bitch right back, but the utter embarrassment from the morning was getting in the way.

Zanka acknowledged the words with a small raise of his brow, his gaze tracing over Eris’ facial features - she gulped when they flickered to her lips - before he spoke with a voice that was far calmer than hers. “I see you haven’t learned your lesson about the importance of locks…or how to control yourself.”

Eris blinked, regarding the words carefully as she crossed her arms over her chest. He had a fair point - she really should get in the habit of locking her door now. She still didn’t really understand what he meant by control. Was he talking about controlling the..urges? Did he really expect a fucking apology about this morning? Well, he wasn’t getting one.

Clearing her throat, Eris steeled her expression before speaking. “If you’re just here to insult me some more, then you can leave.”

You could hear a pin drop with how silent the room became.

Zanka mirrored her position by crossing his arms before resting his back against the door. “Unfortunately for us both, that’s not an option.”

Eris felt a vein throb in her forehead. “I mean the door is right behind you - you just gotta open it.”

For a brief moment, there was a sense of normalcy. The back and forth banter of annoyance and disdain was between the two teammates again. This, Eris could handle. Him being an uptight asshole and her being a snarky bitch. That was how their relationship should be - it's how it's been for years. There was no need for it to change all because of one very, awkward incident.

Zanka shifted on his feet, a hand going to pull at the collar of his shirt. He was still mostly in his cleaner gear from the mission that day, minus the jacket and extra gear they had to carry into the polluted zones.

Eris’ eyes flickered to follow the movement of the man’s hand and she watched as his neck flexed with a thick swallow. It was her turn to shift in place when she felt something coil right in the middle of her stomach. Apparently she was still sexually frustrated and she couldn’t believe that Zanka of all people was the cause of it. Not that it was directly because of him, but more so because he was the cause of her interruption this morning.

Zanka stiffened for a moment before he rolled his neck around and Eris heard the satisfying crack of his cervical vertebra. She hadn’t noticed his eyes close, but her breath hitched in her chest when she saw them open. No matter his mood, Zanka always had an intense stare and for a very brief moment, those cobalt blue eyes flash with a brilliant glow of anima.

It was a staring contest again and Eris was fighting down the growing heat in her gut the whole time. She wanted him gone now. She wanted him to walk out of her room so she could slam her door shut - lock it - and finish what she had started this morning.

After a moment, Zanka sighed. “Apologies for showing up this late at night, but you and I need to settle this.”

Eris froze - surely he didn’t mean - no…god please no…anything but that. She wanted to shrink away from the heated look that was being thrown at her - maybe she should have jumped out her window. That was still an option…or she could play dumb. Zanka hated when Enjin did that. It was always the quickest way to end a conversation with him. Play dumb until he thought she was beneath him and he would leave in an impatient huff.

“Settle what?” Eris spoke the words slowly, her voice coming out far meekier than she intended. Sucking in a deep breath, she had to force herself to maintain eye contact. At first she thought her plan was going to work because she saw the vein twitch in Zanka’s forehead as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. However, whatever relief she was feeling quickly dissipated when he spoke with a pointed look.

“We need to talk about -”

“Wedon’thavetotalkaboutthat!”

Eris blurted the sentence out in a jumbling mess of word vomit, literally throwing her shaking hands into the air in an attempt to keep him from finishing the statement. A statement that he was talking about as easily as one would about the weather. Despite her sudden outburst, Zanka’s face remained indifferent, almost as if he was expecting this reaction. He only stood there, cool as a fucking cucumber while Eris was struggling to breathe through her flustered state.

“I - I mean,” Eris stammered as she tried to compose herself. “You can pretend it didn’t happen and I can pretend it didn’t and we just go on with our lives…” In her panicked state, she had shifted around in her chair to place her feet back on the ground and it was then that she became aware of just how short her shorts really were. Zanka also took notice of this and Eris felt her skin prickle when she saw his eyes flicker down to her thighs for a fraction of a second.

“You and I both know that isn’t possible,” Zanka sighed while he pitched the bridge of his nose. He did that a lot - probably because this conversation was giving him a headache. Eris’ toes curled into the fabric of her carpet, her heart skipping over itself as the implication behind his words dawned on her. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Eris knew he was right. She spent the entire day running the incident over and over through her mind.

How could she not?

No matter how much she tried, there was no way she would not think about the humiliating moment every time she looked at him. What was worse, she was never going to forget the look on his face - nor would she forget how much her depraved-self liked it.

That sent another sharp twist to her abdomen that licked along down in a fire towards her inner thighs. Eris had to fight to maintain her composer. She did, however, shift just so in her seat as to relieve the building pressure behind her navel. Zanka’s brow furrowed harder than before and he literally growled in frustration.

“This is exactly what I mean…”

His voice dropped an octave, his slight accent growing thicker - gravelly - and suddenly a very intrusive thought pushed its way into Eris’ head. She wondered what his voice - with that accent - would sound like in the heat of passion. Then she quickly reminded herself that this was Zanka we were talking about - she hated Zanka.

There was absolutely no way he was managing to turn her on right now. Pulling himself from the door, Zanka took two steps toward Eris - she leaned as far back as her chair would allow.

“You are aware of my family’s abilities, correct?”

Eris blinked, silently watching as he came to stop just a few feet in front of her. She had to crane her neck back to look at him. Maybe it was because she was sitting, but she never really noticed how tall he was until now. She was trying to process his question - trying to understand what he was getting at. Zanka hardly ever talked about his family. In fact, he actively avoided it. But there are whispers of gossip that floated around HQ.

The Nijiku family basically ran the Hell Guard - think of it as the police force for the ground. It was a harsh family to be born into. High expectations were made at an early age and severe consequences happened if those expectations went unmeant.

If Eris was being honest, she didn’t really know much about the inner workers of the Nijiku family. She did, however, know that all the members - especially Zanka - were extremely gifted with vital instruments. They held a rare connection with the anima that ran through the ground - Follo once told her that the anima could talk to the Nijiku family. She had no idea if that was true, but either way, she’s seen Zanka fight. There was definitely a connection there that she could never have.

Apparently she was taking too long to answer, so Zanka continued.

“I’m sure you are, but did you know that our connection with anima gives us - for lack of a better phrase - heightened senses?”

Zanka took another step toward her. Eris tried to lean further back, tried to at least stand so she could put space between them, but she was completely entrapped by the intensity of the man’s gaze. His face was blanked as always, but his eyes were burning - controlling. There was a slight tilt of his head as he gave Eris time to process what he was saying.

It took a moment because her mouth had suddenly gone dry, but Eris finally spoke. “I - I don’t understand what that means.”

Zanka scoffed. “Of course you don’t.”

Eris’ confused face turned into a glower at the sneer in Zanka’s voice. Back to the insults it seemed - she was about to snap at him. That was until he was suddenly right in front of her, leaning down so that his face was even with hers. Fuck, he was close. Close enough that she could feel each puff of his breath on her face - he was breathing heavily. Almost as if he too was struggling to maintain composer. Still, he was doing better than she was because her entire face was bright red now.

“It means,” his voice somehow dropped even lower, so low that it was almost arousing. “I can feel another person’s anima. And it tells me everything I need to know about that person.”

Oh shit.

“To be more precise, I know what a person is feeling.”

Oh fuck.

“I know if they are sad, angry, happy,” Zanka paused here for a moment to allow himself to breathe. Eris’ eyes flickered down when he dragged his tongue across his lower lip. “Most of the time, it’s background noise. I tone it out. It doesn’t usually warrant my attention...”

The tension between them was thick, hot, and heavy. The air was charged - electrifying - and every hair on Eris’ body was standing on end. There was almost a sense of anticipation - of what, she didn’t fully know - and right behind that anticipation was a promise. A euphoric echo that somehow pulsed in time with her erratic heartbeat.

“...but you…”

Zanka leaned impossibly closer. If Eris so much as flinched their noses would be touching.

“...your anima has been screaming at me all damn day.”

The words were spoken in a deep growl that radiated from his chest. Well, this explained…a lot. Behind the ever increasing arousal was another wave of pure embarrassment. Not only did Zanka catch her this morning, but he’s known this whole time that she’s been thinking about it non-stop.

He had been reading her like an open book and now, well, now Eris did feel like she needed to apologize. Sure, he was still in the wrong when it came to this morning, but clearly her inability to let it go was causing him extreme discomfort.

“Um…”

Eris was at a complete loss as to what to say. Zanka basically told her that he could literally feel her over the top horniess - he probably thought of her like some bitch in heat - and now, now, there was the ever pressing question as to why. Why did he feel the need to come and tell her this at three in the morning? What exactly was the end game here? Zanka shifted back on his feet, finally pulling his face away from hers in order to stand to his full height.

The sudden distance did nothing to alleviate the sweltering heat that particularly had her sweating. Zanka turned his back to her, his hands resting on his hips while he tipped his head back. Eris heard him take in a sharp breath before releasing it with a shaken exhale.

“Why -” Eris’ voice cracked. She paused to clear her throat. “All this…what exactly is your goal here?”

He didn’t answer, at least not right away. Rather he stood there taking in deep breaths. Eris watched as his shoulders tensed and relaxed with each and every inhale. While waiting for an answer - if she was even going to get one - Eris picked at a loose thread on her tank top. She realized she was not wearing a bra. So, here she was, stuck in an overheating room with no bra, a skippy tank top with shorts to match, and an overwhelming amount of unspent arousal.

Zanka cracked his neck again, the movement drawing Eris’ eyes back to his stiff form. He glanced over his shoulder and again, there was a flash of brilliant blue as his anima circled around him.

“Tell me, did my disturbance this morning hinder you from finishing yourself and this is the aftermath of your desperate want for it?”

Eris’ eyes widened, mouth parting slightly from the shock of his rather bold question. Damn, he managed to hit the nail right on the head. She shouldn’t feel ashamed. God, she was human for fuck’s sake. She was very much allowed to take pleasure in things, be it food, books, friends, and yes, even sexual needs.

“What’s your point?” Eris mumbled with a breathy sigh. Her eyes downcasted, refusing to look at Zanka anymore. Her emotions were giving her whiplash at this point - going from embarrassment, to annoyance, to horny, to shame all in the span of a minute was making her physically sick.

Zanka hummed in the back of his throat. A low sound that still managed to send a shiver down Eris’ spine. “ I have a proposal.”

Eris frowned - a proposal? Glancing up, she found Zanka still watching her from over his shoulder. His brow arched when he was meant with her confused gaze. He stayed quiet, giving the other cleaner a chance to speak, but when she didn’t, he continued.

“Finish what you started this morning.”

Huh?

“And if you allow it, I’d like to join.”

HUH.

It was a good thing Eris was still sitting in her chair, because had she been standing her legs would have given out on her and she’d be a crumpled mess on the ground.

A molten hot wave of liquid flooded her system, starting with her brightly flushed face before shooting down her spine, landing right at her hips where it pooled at the apex of her thighs.

Zanka smirked. That overly cocky one that was so devilish charming it was downright sinful. “Judging from your anima’s reaction, I take it you’re interested?”

That was - Eris truly didn’t know if that statement was accurate.

Yeah - she had one hell of an itch that needed to be scratched. But letting Zanka Nijiku - a man she’s spent years hating with a seething passion - be the one to scratch that itch…there was no way this was actually happening. She must have fallen asleep at her desk and was now dreaming - better yet, she was having a nightmare - because she knew that Zanka hated her just as much.

On the other hand, people did say there was a thin line between hate and lust.

Lust…this whole ordeal started because of lust.

It all started when she woke up with a lustful need to release pent up energy. It all started when Zanka walked in on her and his normally composed face - for just a brief moment - was shrouded in a lustful stare. It all started because she couldn’t get rid of this stupid lustful feeling. Apparently, neither could Zanka.

Still…this was cold, ever calm Zanka. Since when did he allow himself the joys of pleasure? He certainly didn’t seem the type to do a one night stand. Especially not with her - enemy number one over here.

“No offense, but you don’t exactly seem the type to engage in such…things. I’d go as far and say it’s below you,” Eris voiced her thoughts. Zanka turned on his heel, tilting his head at her and not once losing the cocky grin.

“It is beneath me,” he stated. “In fact, I find all this boring - annoying - but I still have the base functions of being a man.”

Direct as always. So, Zanka was capable of carnal desires. Though from the way he described it, it sounded as if the whole concept was a dull - but needed - task to him.

“I hate you,” Eris blurted out. Guess she was being as direct. “And you hate me. So, why me? Why now?”

“This is true,” Zanka hummed. “But I’m sure you’re well aware that due to our jobs the ideal situation for sexual release is far and few in between. The timing just so happened to line up with you.”

“Oh, so you finding out I’m horny is just a matter of convenience,” Eris spoke in a deadpan voice, her frown only deepening while Zanka’s grin grew.

“More or less,” he confirmed.

Let’s weigh the options here: on one hand, Eris was very much in need for a good orgasm while on the other, it was Zanka. Just Zanka. Zanka of all people was willing and ready to have a one night stand with her.

This probably was not a good idea.

But now Eris’ curiosity was peeked.

Every single intrusive thought she’s been having of Zanka came rushing back in. What would his voice sound like, was he a pillow talker, what position did he like - yadayada. All the basic sexualized questions people had of each other before anything sexual actually occurred.

This was going to be a really bad idea.

“Alright…sure,” Eris slowly agreed and from the way Zanka smirked it made her feel as if she had just signed her soul away to the devil. “How exactly did you want to do this? Because I don’t have any, uh,” Eris gestured vaguely into the air, hoping her point was coming across.

“No need to fret. I had an idea about that.”

She swore to god if this man pulled a condom out of thin air…

“Okay, shoot.”

How his voice was managing to stay smooth and even as he spoke, Eris would never know. “You finish what you started this morning and I watch.”

Eris blinked her eyes. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

So, they weren’t going to have actual sex. And yet the idea of Zanka watching her touch herself felt more…intimate. Sure he had already gotten his fair share of a look that morning, but now he wanted a front viewing in real time.

That thought alone should not have severely turned her on - but it did. This whole conversation was already causing a damp spot to form in her underwear. The same underwear from this morning that Zanka had already seen and now he was going to get an ever better look.

Thank god they were a little lacy at least.

Her anima must have flared again because Zanka’s smirk faltered for a moment, his eyes dropping to half-lidded and Eris swore she could see a shudder pass through him.

“Bed. Now.”

Clearly he didn’t need to hear a verbal reply. Whatever her anima was saying was enough. Eris was also sure seeing her squirm in her chair helped give him the answer he was seeking. Standing, she damn near toppled right over. Her legs were particularly jelly at this point. It didn’t help at all when Zanka dragged his eyes over her body, taking in every inch of pale skin she had to offer.

She didn’t know why she did it, but Eris absentmindedly tugged at her shorts to try and hide some of that skin. Completely pointless as they were about to come off. She was maybe only three full steps away from her bed, but it suddenly felt like she was in a long hallway - the kind that just kept going on and on. Whether she wanted to reach the end of the hallway was still up for debate. She could change her mind - at the last possible second she could change her mind.

But where would be the fun in that?

So, she sat on the edge of her bed, the plush mattress sinking under her weight and she propped her rigid arms behind her in an attempt to keep her from falling backwards. Zanka was quick to follow her, coming to stop right at her knees. A gently, yet demanding nudge of his foot had her opening her legs wide enough for him to stand in between.

She blinked up at him and stared.

He stared right back.

What now?

Now, Eris wasn’t completely inexperienced in this department. Sure, it's been a while - a long, long while - but she had a rough idea of how to get the ball rolling. The problem was that Zanka had yet to really do anything - he hadn't even tried to kiss her. Should she try and kiss him then? That was going to be kind of hard to do seeing as how he was towering over her at the moment.

“Well?” Zanka pressed when Eris sat there frozen like a trash beast in headlights.

“Just - give me a minute,” Eris gripped, stubbornly keeping her eyes turned to the ground.

“Having performance issues, now?” Zanka chuckled.

“No,” Eris growled while throwing a glare at him. “It’s just been a minute. And you just standing there is hella weird.”

Zanka rolled his eyes. “What? You want me to hold your hand through this?”

“No! I just - just need a sec,” Eris huffed. Whatever little arousal she had been feeling was being drowned out by her sudden jumble of nerves. Zanka chuckled above her, a vibrating sound that echoed through the quiet, small room. Slowly, he lent forward, being mindful to not actually touch her and brought his mouth to her ear.

“Lie back…”

Eris couldn’t stop the violent shudder - since when could his voice become that sultry? It was a deep rumble that came from somewhere deep in his chest and it held the whisper of some kind of forbidden sexual need.

His breath was hot, heavy, and dense as if ghosted along her overheated skin. Lie down - just lie down. Slowly - inch by inch - Eris allowed herself to lean back. Zanka still hasn’t made a move to touch her. He didn’t have to. His presence was all that was needed to turn her nerves into live wires.

His head tilted just so, his nose barely grazing along her jaw and before she realized it, Eris was on her back with her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, so instead she stared up at her ceiling. It was aging and cracking like the rest of HQ and she found a sense of solace in counting those cracks. They splintered off of one another like a spider web.

She flinched when Zanka shifted closer to the bed, her legs opening wider to allow him to continue standing between them. Her knees were arched up and brushing on either side of his hips and she could already feel the heat that was pooling off of him. She was tense, her whole body on the edge of anticipation and she couldn’t stop the sharp gasp when Zanka’s hands skimmed over calves. He still hadn’t quite touched her but her body was already begging for starved attention.

God, maybe she was a bitch in heat.

A sound left Zanka, almost like a chuckle and she could hear a snickering grin on his face. The hot air between them stilled - almost as if it too was holding its breath - and Eris was suddenly wishing she had opened her window, if only just a crack. Just so there would be some kind of breeze to help alleviate this growing heat.

“Now, close your eyes…”

Eris finally shifted her gaze from the ceiling to the man between her legs. She still couldn’t believe that this was actually happening and nothing has even happened yet. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before they opened again - yup, he was still standing there so this was definitely real and not some overtly sexualized dream she was having. And the look on his face sent another wave of raw, hot arousal through her core.

It was almost the same as the one she saw this morning. Mouth parted slightly, eyes wide and observing with a flushed face. The dusted red of the blush looked pretty on him. It contrasted nicely with his eyes. Knowing that she was the one to cause that look twisted her gut into a tightly wound knot with little bursts of confidence peppering through her body.

She didn’t find herself ugly or unappealing, but who didn’t feel self-conscious about themselves from time to time. But the way Zanka was looking at her - as if he had a raw, unsatiated hunger that only she could help with - was enough to send her body dysmorphia packing.

Zanka smiled when he met her gaze - teeth and all - and the cockyness that usually pissed her off was now drenching her panties. “Go on now, close your eyes.”

His voice was steady - hot, but steady - and Eris blamed her need for a desperate relief being the only reason why she was going along with his commands. Forcing herself to take in long, steady breaths, Eris blinked her eyes closed. The darkness and not looking at him helped with her nerves if only a little.

Just breathe - all this was, was a basic kind of one night stand. She’s had them before in the past - never with a man who she couldn’t stand most of the time, but sexual experiences were and shouldn’t be anything new to her. And yet for some reason, Zanka had her acting like a nervous virgin.

Nothing else happened for a moment and Eris almost opened her eyes to see what was taking him so long, when his hands were suddenly on her. They were rough with thick calluses, no doubt a result from years of training, and they were hot - so fucking hot as they grazed along her knees before tracing a path over her thighs and coming to rest on her hips.

Eris sucked in a gulp of air, hissing through her teeth while her body shook and cried out for more attention. Zanka - the bastard - chuckled at her clear desperation. His thumbs rubbed hard, yet soothing circles right into her hip bones before his fingers hooked under both her shorts and underwear. Her breath hitched as he slowly - agonizingly slowly - pulled her bottoms down her legs. God, she was so fucking wet that her panties were stuck to her skin. She lifted her hips slightly, giving Zanka leverage to pull her garments off and before she knew it, she was as exposed as she was this morning.

She had to fight the urge to close her legs, still having some sense of shame and humility in this situation. Zanka swore under his breath. “God, you’re so wet already…why are you so wet already…”

It was a rhetorical question - one that very clearly did not need an answer, but Eris wanted to find some way to regain control of this situation, if only a little. “I guess I liked it a little too much when you caught me this morning.” How she managed to keep a steady tone, she’d never know, but she tried her damnedness to make her voice sexy and inviting.

“I’d admit, it was quite a show,” Zanka’s voice was heavy in her ears and there was a slight huff from his heavy breathing. “One I’d like to see again, so be a good girl and touch yourself for me. Slowly - nothing fancy - start with your clit.”

Fuck.

Eris had no idea dirty talking could be so proper and so fucking hot at the same time. And if he wants a show, oh, she’ll give him a show. Skimming her hands down the sides of her body, Eris drew random little patterns along herself. She paid special attention to her breast, flatting the fabric of her tank top so that it accented their shape before she plucked lightly at her nipples through it, making sure they were standing at full attention for Zanka’s hungry eyes.

And while it was clear who was in control at the moment, Eris just wouldn’t be doing the situation justice if she didn’t tease a little - she was a snarky bitch after all.

Rather than going straight to her weeping cunt, she dragged her hands up and down her body, allowing it to relax just so as she arched slightly into her hands. Zanka wasn’t saying anything, but his breathing was speeding up, becoming erratic. He brought his hands to rest on her knees, his fingers digging deeper into her skin with each passing second and she could feel that he was growing impatient with her. He still hadn’t said anything.

That’s okay…she could wait.

Brushing her tank top up, she bunched the fabric right under her chest, exposing most of the smooth skin of her belly before she danced her fingers over her navel. She’s yet to fully touch herself and already her core was tight and coiled up like a hissing snake. She felt the bed shift as Zanka leaned over - he kept his hands on her knees, pushing them open just a little more. Finally, an aggravated sigh left him.

“I’m going impatient,” he growled, voice rough with a thick layer of desire. Eris’ face almost twitched up into a smirk before she finally gave in and gave them both what they wanted.

She dropped the pad of her middle finger onto her clit. She was so pent up with arousal that she was already hyper sensitive - just the first little touch sent a myriad of sensations up the expanse of her body and right into her foggy mind. It already had her sighing.

Going slow, Eris started a steady rhythm of rotation that had the last of her muscles relaxing into her bed and any feelings of last minute embarrassment began to finally leave her. Zanka breathed a heavy sigh, his hands dragging themselves to rest on Eris’ inner thighs - that had her twitching. She’s always been sensitive there and the rough padding of his hands was a nice contrast against the softness of her flesh.

“Another finger,” he rasped out, his knees knocking into the edge of the bed as he leaned further over her. Still following his commands, Eris began to rub herself with her middle and ring finger. The added pressure caused a slight whine to leave her - just a shy breath of a moan - and she began rocking back forth into her hand to build up even more friction. Releasing another long sigh, Eris’ eye fluttered open for a brief moment, wanting to see Zanka’s face - she wanted to see if it was the same face from this morning.

Boy, was she not disappointed.

Those intense eyes of his were half-lidded with anima flickering just behind them and he was openly panting while his cheeks flushed red from the boiling, hot blood that was racing through him. Shit, that was a pretty sight. It was then that she noticed him rocking back and forth with her gentle grinding. Her eyes traced down the length of his body and found that he was palming at himself through his pants.

Fuuuck.

Of course he was getting hard - that was a given - but seeing the ever collected Zanka begin to undo himself because of her actions was enough to cause a sharp wave of pleasure to shoot through her already overstimulated body. It was enough that it had her arching her back, her head falling against the bed as the first moan of the night left her.

It was a soft - so soft - pleading sound that had Zanka groaning in the back of his throat. This is when Eris heard a belt buckle coming undone. Shit was about to get really real, really fast. And she had no intention of stopping it. Neither did Zanka because suddenly his hand was on her chin, his thumb pulling at her bottom lip as he whispered out another sultry command.

“Open.”

Dropping her jaw, Eris couldn’t stop the utterly filthy moan when Zanka pressed his thumb down until her tongue. Saliva began to pool up in her mouth, coating the thumb before leaking out from the corner of her lips - she could only imagine how she must look right now. He pulled his hand away - not before Eris managed to give it a gentle bite - and used it to shove his pants down enough to free his hard cock that was already beginning to leak with precum.

“Shit…” this time it was Eris huffing out a curse. She never thought she would call a cock pretty, but when it came to a man as pretty as Zanka, it was pretty fucking pretty.

She continued to watch as the hand he had used to gather her drool began to slowly slide up and down the entirety of his cock, a hiss leaving him as he began to twitch from the strokes. God, if there had been any indication that this was going to happen tonight, Eris would have made damn sure she had a condom because Zanka’s cock looked incredibly inviting.

His head tipped back, eyes closing with a long, drawn out groan. His normally deep voice cracked slightly as the smallest of moans left him. That made a hot flash crouse through her and Eris bucked up into her hand before she was sighing his name with an unspoken plea.

“Zanka -”

Said man has decided he had enough of this little teasing game the two of you were doing as a grunt escaped him. Eris was so caught up in watching him that she almost didn’t hear his next order. “Put a finger inside of you. Slow thrusts, but don’t stop rubbing your clit.”

Eris didn’t need to be told twice. Taking her other hand - which had been turning white from how hard she was gripping the mattress - she desperately slid it down to her slit so she could press a finger inside of her before eagerly rubbing her clit in a fast rotation. A warmth spread throughout her once she felt the heat and softness of her cunt and she pushed her finger deeper before beginning thrusting the appendage in and out.

Her mind was teetering off an edge, the impending release of her orgasm growing closer with each passing second and pants mixed with moans were becoming louder and louder. Her steady thrust were soon becoming erratic and it seemed the same for Zanka. A near inaudible groan left him as his free hand suddenly gripped Eris’ left calf, tugging it towards him until her leg was curling around his hip. Her body was so close to his cock now.

God, she wanted it inside of her.

Too bad this was going to be a one and done deal.

That thought had her whining out Zanka’s name again.

Her want and need to cum was rapidly growing, a fact not lost to Zanka as he regarded Eris’ whining noises while watching her desperately grinding into her hand. He gave her her next command and the strain in his voice told Eris that his own release was drawing to a close.

“Another finger. And go faster.” His voice was filled with urgency, rasping more as his hips began jerking forward and his quickening stroking began to bounce Eris’ body back and forth.

Eris eagerly compiled with this, the next finger sliding in with little to no resistance as she fucked herself faster to the point that she was starting to match up with Zanka’s pace. Three knuckles deep inside herself, Eris was reminded again of this morning.

There was a harsh twist in her abdomen when she realized the situation was nearly the same, except this time she was watching the man who had laid eyes on her. She was watching him fucking his own cock while she fucked herself.

She coiled her leg tighter around his hip with this realization. The pressure inside of her grew tenfold as she fucked herself harder and faster to the point that she was sliding up and down the bed, her breasts bouncing in time with the rhythm.

Along with the heavy panting of the two cleaners, the room was beginning to fill with the sounds of Eris’ slick cunt as her fluids began to slip out onto the bed. She was fidgeting around at this point, her body beginning to lose its rhythm as she swung her hips with more vigor. She curled her fingers at just the right angle so that she was rubbing up against that sweet spot inside of her.

A poorly disguised groan left Zanka and the sound sent a harder curl into Eris’ clit and pussy alike. His normal, cool facade was reaching its breaking point, his face twisting in on itself from the sheer course of pleasure that was rocking through his veins. Eris was in no better shape, her frontal lobe beginning to cloud over with the intense wave of euphoria that had her moaning out for her impending release.

Zanka suddenly leaned over her, the hand on her calf leaving its harsh grip to curl into the bed right by her face. He was so close…close enough that his cock was slapping against Eris’ lower abdomen with each pump of his fist. This new position gave her a clear view of his expression in the low light of the room and she bit her lip when she took in his flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, clenched jaw, fluttering eyes, and twitching lips.

It was an all new expression she had never seen from him - one that she didn’t think he was capable of - and knowing that she was the cause behind it had her arching her back and moaning right into his face. The breathy sound had him literally growling. God, she was so close.

“Zanka, I - I think -”

“Now, look at you,” the man bit out, his weeping cock brushing against her skin with each strong stroke. “Nothing but a whining mess at my mercy, following everything I say because you’re so desperate to cum.”

Zanka leant impossibly closer to her, watching Eris’ face morph into an expression of pure pleasure as she continued to fuck herself, her eyebrows beginning to unfurl in a sign of how close she was to cumming. His forehead was nearly touching hers, his hot breaths puffing into her face as their noses brushed against one another. Eris couldn’t stop her eyes from flickering down to Zanka’s lips. His plump, very kissable looking lips. Just a taste - that’s all she wanted - and her neck bent outward as her own lips tried to chase him down.

She had barely caught them - just a whisper of a touch - before he was leaning back away from her. A short, dark, chortling noise left him when she whined in protest and Eris huffed in frustration when she saw him slowly drag his tongue along those lips that she wanted to kiss so, so bad.

“You won’t let yourself cum until I say so.” It wasn’t a question - it was a harsh, intense command. His voice was tinging into a rougher territory. It was almost a cruel tone that succeeded coiling the knot behind her navel even tighter - to the point that it was almost painful. Eris blinked tears from her eyes - her legs were trembling in an effort to follow this latest order. Her orgasm was right there - right on the edge of a great void that was just begging to swallow her whole.

She couldn’t remember the last time she was here - the last time she found herself giving into a carnal desire so fervently that it felt as if she was going to combust into molten flames before melting away into the never ending heat of passion. Zanka chuckled, his arrogant grin looking so damn hot - perfect - on his face that it very nearly pushed Eris right over the edge. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she finger fucked herself faster - deeper - and she was right there, right there, right there - a rough hand gripped onto her wrist, halting her vigorous movements on her clit and Eris cried out a long and needy whine of frustration.

“Uh - ah - uh - what did I say?” Zanka sneered, his hold on her tightening when she tried to fight against him. Bastard. He was as close to coming undone as she was - he couldn’t speak a proper sentence without gasping every other word. And yet, he was the one laughing at her struggles. His hand was smoldering and heavy and so close to her begging pussy that she couldn’t stop herself from grinding up into it.

“You don’t cum…until I say so…right, Eris?”

Oh, he spoke her name like it was a whispered sin.

His deep voice, thick with that damning accent of his, caressed against her, brushing up against her skin and warming her core in ways that it really shouldn’t.

“Zanka - I can’t -”

He chuckled again, rubbing what could be called soothing circles into her skin before he released her wrist. He made a point to drag his palm along her inner thigh, the muscles jumping under his touch.

“Now, be a good girl and ask - nicely.”

Normally, Eris was stubborn, especially when it came to giving Zanka a hard time. But right now - when she was so fucking close to what was gearing up to be one hell of an orgasm - she could make an exception.

Just this once.

Her lips trembled as her mouth parted with a gasping whine before she began to speak ever so softly. “Please, Zanka…” Her voice trailed off, her defiant streak keeping her from finishing the sentence and she hoped that Zanke would take pity on her - even if it was just a little.

Of course, being the asshole that he was, that wasn’t going to happen. “Please, what?”

Pride be damned at this moment.

“Fuck - please let me come - I can’t take this anymore!”

A louder growl mixed in with a groan left Zanka and he sped up his own stroking and the hand on her thigh dug into her flesh deep enough to bruise. It seemed that watching Eris turn into a begging mess beneath him was enough to push him over the edge with his own need to cum. An animalistic-like hiss left him as he doubled over, his chest pushing up against hers as he brought his mouth to her ear before speaking in the most intense and deep tone Eris has ever heard from him.

“Cum for me then.”

Like a rubber band finally snapping under pressure, the knot behind Eris’ navel unraveled and sent a flooded sensation of pure ecstasy through her that had her back arching dangerously off the bed and a long drawn out moan of Zanka’s name fell off her tongue as she jerked through her orgasm.

Her muscles tensed as her cunt clenched tightly around her fingers, a rush of warmth from her cum coating her fingers as her insides pulsed with each rush of fire that traveled through her nerves before exploding outwards into her brain.

She slid her fingers off of her clit to avoid any overstimulation and harsh sensitivity, but her hips still shifted on their own accord while she rode out the throbbing that was her release.

She only stopped when she came to the awareness of hearing her own heartbeat pounding in her head while feeling her chest heave with each deep breath she took in an attempt to calm herself back down.

Zanka wasn’t far behind her. Having watched her come undone below him on her own fingers at his command had him pushing over a cliff into his own release. Eris lifted her head up, flinching slightly as she pulled her fingers from her swollen pussy in time to watch him give one violent rock into his hand with a snarling groan before he came all over her. She shuddered when his hot cum spurt out of him and landed on her abdomen, burning her skin with its stains.

She was going to need to sneak her way into the showers after this.

Zanka’s breaths were heavy as he finished milking out the expense of his cum from his cockhead before his hand uncurled from around himself - taking a step back away from Eris’ hips, the woman was finally able to close her legs again, the small action creating the slightest of friction and she couldn’t stop the soft whine that left her.

She didn’t move for a few moments as she tried to fight through the post-orgasm bliss, her body completely satisfied from the events as she wiggled backwards in order to sit up onto the bed. Closing her legs at her knees, Eris reached for a blanket and pulled it over her hips in an attempt to create any modesty she had left.

But let’s be honest, she had just finger-fucked herself as Zanka’s will with her legs spread wide enough for him to see the entire anatomy of her pussy. Ha, modesty - did any of it even matter anymore? Speaking of the man in question, he had turned his back to her and Eris watched as he dragged a hand through his hair - his breathing had already returned to normal and when he glanced at her from over his shoulder, his cool facade was already back in place.

Again, it was a staring contest as the atmosphere - which had finally begun to uncoil itself - became awkward. Well, awkward for Eris at least. She was a frazzled mess with her skin sweaty, hips aching, and hair skewed. Meanwhile, Zanka wasn’t even blushing - not a single hair on his head was out of place. She should probably say something, right? But what, was the pressing question. She supposed she could thank him…after all this had been his offer and she had gotten what she wanted: one hell of an orgasm. As if reading her mind, Zanka was the first to speak.

“I trust that you are satisfied?”

Oh, yeah, way more than she wanted to admit.

“Yeah -” Eris paused when her voice cracked. Clearing her throat, she tried speaking again. “Yeah - yes, uh, thanks…was it good for you too?”

She shrieked back when she asked the question. She wasn’t going to ask, but it just kind of slipped out. Her eyes flickered away from Zanka and a sense of dread began to feel her when he didn’t answer right away. God, had it not been good for him? He came - the evidence of that was currently dripping down her stomach - but maybe it had all been a show. Like, maybe he had just been going through the motions.

Eris could feel every little insecurity she’s ever had in her life begin to bubble up inside of her and she felt that she was going to burst when finally, Zanka spoke.

“More than good.” His mouth almost twitched up into what Eris assumed was going to be his usual presumptuous smile, but in the end, his face remained blank. “I trust I don’t have to tell you to keep this between us as a one time secret?”

Eris didn’t have the slightest problem with that…so why did she feel a tiny, little, itty-bitty sense of disappointment in the back of her mind?

“Obviously,” she answered a little too quickly for her liking. “That was the deal, right?” Her voice wavered at the end - being caused by this annoying feeling of disappointment - and if Zanka noticed, he chose not to voice it.

The man nodded his head at her before he began inching his way to the door. Curling his hand around his vital instrument, which he had left resting against the wall this whole time, before opening the door just so. He glanced into the hallway, no doubt checking to make sure it was empty before taking a step out of her room but before he fully left, he paused and looked back over at her. Zanka really was handsome and the shadows casting over his face only accented his features even more.

“Right,” he said after a moment, his expression the same aloof mask he always wore. “I’ll be seeing you then.”

Eris didn’t get a chance to respond to him before he was out the door. She listened to his footsteps as he moved quietly down the hallway and it wasn’t until their echoing finally couldn’t reach her ears that she finally allowed herself to breathe and fall back into her bed. She felt sticky - not just because she was still covered in cum - and her chest was feeling tight with awkwardness.

She had no reason to feel this way - it had been a mutual decision between the both of them and they both got some long-wanted satisfaction from it. It was as Zanka said - the two of them wouldn’t have been able to pretend that nothing had happened. If that had been the case, it would’ve left a tense, suffocating air between them that more than likely would have caused problems down the line. And given that their jobs literally included life and death, that would not have been good.

She still didn’t fully understand how her anima had led to all of this happening - the fact that it had even happened had been one hell of surprise. The fact that Zanka Nijiku of all people instigated a sexual experience with her was, well, there was still a small part of Eris that half expected to wake up - that this had all been nothing but some sexually frustrated dream. Her and Zanka, despite having been on the same team for years, just didn’t mix. Their personalities clashed far too much for everyone’s liking and they would get into screaming matches more often than not.

Still, she wasn’t complaining since it was one of the hottest sexual sessions she’s ever done which led to one of the most intense orgasms she’s ever had. And they hadn’t even had sex - it was just mutual masturbation. There was a treacherous part of Eris that wondered what it would’ve been like if the two of them had actual sex.

Eris shook her head and slapped her hands over her still heated face. What did it matter? It was like they agreed, it was a one time thing that was needed to settle the thick, sexual tension that had been growing between the two of them since that morning. No one else needed to know or suspect that anything had happened and both Eris and Zanka could be satisfied with the one time, casual intimacy. Tomorrow, they could go back to being civil with each other which basically meant ignoring one another until they were forced not to.

It would be like none of this had ever happened in the first place.

It was just a one-time thing.

…Right?

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