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The kiss is everything Zanka thought it would be, it's filthy, it’s disgusting, it’s like sharing the spliff, sharing spit, sharing their intoxication, Zanka hates it, he sinks his hand into Jabber’s hair, tugs hard enough that Jabber howls, and fights until it’s him pushing Jabber against the wall.
Jabber moans, his back arching, “Fuck, fuck, Zan-zan, you’re makin’ me so hard,” and his words make something climb up Zanka’s back, especially when a hand slips under his shirt, throws it over his head, and Zanka’s quick to do the same, and he’s never done this before, but it’s familiar in every way, ignorant in every other. The ugly, timid thing inside of him is wailing, it's fallen down into his gut, it’s screaming with every push of their tongues.
Ouroboros
(n.) /ˈuː.rəˌbɔːr.əs/
An ancient symbol of a serpent or snake consuming its own tail, embodying endless cycles of obsession, destruction, and rebirth; the infinite loop of desire and self-destruction.(Or, in which Zanka can’t stop thinking about Jabber, no matter how much he fights, runs, or hates it—and it only gets worse.)