Zanka Defeats Jabber
(Janka, praise kink)
Hatred becomes indifference. Indifference becomes desire. And desire is so much harder to quell than hatred, isn’t it?
Zanka finally defeats Jabber. They both got what they wanted. And they find themselves returning to that want, over and over, chasing a satisfaction too beautiful to name.
• • •
Zanka stands above Jabber as he pants, Lovely pointing daggers at his throat. His boots are on either side of Jabber’s heaving ribs, and the stance makes him feel powerful.
Something deep and warm blooms beneath that power. Zanka feels it swelling in his blood like glowing jellyfish, gliding through him, endless and inevitable. His heart pounds and pounds.
Jabber rasps in slow, heavy joy, his eyes rolled back, a broken grin on his bloodied face. He starts to laugh. “Knew you had it in you,” he breathes, smiling wide. He takes a deep, painful breath, and finally looks up at Zanka, gazing at him as if he could touch his burning soul. His lips curl up into something far warmer than simple joy. “…I’m so proud of you, Zan-Zan.”
Time stops. Zanka’s eyes widen.
His heart pounds as his skin flushes with sweat. He feels feverish, glowing, struck by the thrill of something completely new.
He grinds Lovely down, savoring the feeling of her blades pressing against Jabber’s neck. Memorizes the soft whimper in his throat as the metal touches his skin.
“Say that again.”