Hank x Tricky : The Cause Of One's Bursting Love

Act 5: Touches

They finally arrived in front of the murderer's house. Tricky, being able to walk normally again, jumped out of Hank's arms. "T-thanks I guess," the clown said, a bit embarrassed. "You're welcome" Hank responded. He thought for a while; "How can this clown be so damn cute? Sometimes I wonder if it's really because of that damn liquid". As soon as he was done with that thought, he slapped himself in the face, "Don't think about that anymore, it's obviously because of that stupid thing." After about two minutes of nothing happening between the fighter and the zombie (awkward), Tricky broke the silence. "Alright I'll go- thanks again-" "No." H-huh? ". Hank walked over to Tricky and took both of his arms so he wouldn't leave; "Stay." "Is it me or you really seem to be touching me more often?". Realizing the clown figured it out, Hank blushed. "T-that's not the point!".

The two looked at each other, face to face, without saying anything for several long seconds. "Kiss him, I know that's what you really want" he told himself. "Fuck not now!" While he was trying to resist his urges, he squeezed the clown's arms harder and harder with his hands. "Hank? I dont know what ur doing but you're hurting me...." "Just take off your masks and you're good to go". The assassin couldn't hear any sounds. His eyes were fixed on the clown's face, not realizing he was holding on to him too hard. "Okay thats enough!" the zombie shouted before shaking off of Hank's hold. He was brought back to reality. "Wait what-" "You squeezed my arms too tightly, It was getting uncomfortable" "Oh... I see. S-sorry" "Its ok I guess". Hank felt so stupid for not paying more attention to his body movements. He had to be more careful with that.

"Wanna go inside my house then?" "Uhh ok" "Be careful though, Sanford and Deimos may still be in there" "Would you even let me in if they were there?" "Honestly, I don't give a damn about their presence, especially these days. But that's not really important, come on in". They then entered the house. No one was in there, just the two of them. "They're not here, we're good now" "I guess". Hank sat down on the couch, inviting Tricky with a gaze to sit down next to him. "Sorry no one usually invites me over so the fact that my worst enemy just did is-" "We're not enemies anymore remember?" Hank snapped back; "Didn't I make it clear enough?". A little irritated but tired, the clown did not protest; "Old worst enemy, there you go" "Good ~ (sussssss ok c overused sorry)".

After a few minutes of silence (again LOL), the fighter asked the zombie; "Do you want something to drink?" "I dunno, I'm not really thirsty right now." Tricky letted out a small yawn, which made Hank blush really hard out of cuteness behind his mask (drugs). "This battle tired me a lot more than I thought. Stupid Auditor, he must probably took advantage of it to suck on my energy." "He's able to do that?" "Yup, unfortunately (in dis fic he CAN)" "I remember when you used to work with him. What happened since?" "I quit my job cause I failed a task. Now he calls me a traitor whenever he sees me and tries to get revenge at every opportunity." "Oh. What was the mission?" At that moment, Tricky looked at him seriously; "To kill you". It wasn't all that surprising when you think about it. "O-oh and do you plan to do it again?" "Not after you saved me like that instead of just letting me get destroyed" "I suppose". Tricky yawned again;

"Hank, I know it's weird to ask but can I get some sleep?" "Of course" "Thank you very much." The clown took off his mask and lay down the couch afterwards. "Would you rather sleep in my bed?" "Would that bother you?" Hank thought to himself "Oh shit why did I ask him that now his smell is going to settle into my bed-" he then thought again "Wait its not bad thing. Ima just enjoy it while touching myself thinking about him-(WHATTTT DUDE)" "Hank..? You sure you dont mind.?". He then left his thoughts to answer Tricky: "N-not at all! Follow me to my room.". The zombie then got up from where he was and followed Hank.

Arriving inside the assassin's room, Tricky stared at what was around for a moment. Everything was clean and well organized, except the desk which contained millions of half-torn letters with unknown texts on it. "Ignore the papers, I had some trouble." The clown nodded and lay down in Hank's bed. "Sleep well," the assassin said to the clown before leaving the room. "Thank you Hanky..-" the clown then fell asleep a second after he finished. An uncontrollable smile crept into the fighter's face as soon as he left his room, "Hanky". It might have been a vague nickname and probably said by fatigue, but to him it was like a mark of indirect affection. Heart pounding lovingly, he returned to the living room to watch TV while waiting for the clown to wake up.

An hour passed and no one had returned yet. Hank had spent his time watching TV shows. After a while he got bored and decided to go to his room to see what his guest was doing. As he opened the door, he noticed that he still sleeping silently, which he found absolutely adorable (lol fuck him and you'll find that cute too). The assassin, not knowing what else to do, sat down on the bed where he was still asleep. His eyes were closed, his head on the pillow, his body wrapped in the sheets of his own bed. Hank had only one thought now: to kiss him. He was now one on one fighting his desire; "Now no one can stop you. Take advantage of it." He hesitated at first but whatever that was took possession of him in no time. The fighter then took off his mask, stepped over Tricky over the covers and quietly approached. "Sorry in advance". He finally did it, a strong sentimental explosion surging from his body. Hank had never kissed anyone before so it was a whole new experience. He also took the opportunity to kiss him elsewhere such as on his neck or on his head (not in his pants yet ). The clown did not even get woken up by the assassin. The only reaction he had was a gentle moan from when Hank kissed him on the neck, which made the fighter even more excited to continue. He wanted to do so much more but that wouldn't have been appropriate to do so without the person's consent or while they're asleep. Honestly he was surprised with his current self control, despite was he was doing.

After a few minutes, he finally let go, feeling delighted and guilty at the same time. He put his mask back on immediately and got up from the bed in case the clown woke up. "What an idiot... Tricky .. I really am-" "Hi Hank!" "T-tricky?!" the assassin panicked; "How long have you been awaken?!". The clown was now full of energy; "About a second or two, I haven't slept so well in such a long time!." "Oh you had a good dream (dream mask sus remix)?" "Not a dream, more of a sensation. It felt like someone was touching me in a gentle way" "Interesting". Hank blushed and looked at the zombie tenderly (like meat?), Tricky liked his touches. All the regrets he had for touching him were gone in a second.

"I should go now." The clown got up from the bed: "Your friends will be here soon anyway." As much as Hank wanted the person he was in love to stay, he especially didn't want Deimos and Sanford to know of Tricky's presence (oh so now you care huh XD); "You're right.." The two then left the room and headed for the exit of the house. "Hey um.." "Is everything alr-". The clown then walked over and hugged the assassin unpredictably before he could even finish answering; "Until next time Hanky... thank you again!". Tricky finally left the scene while the assassin was having a hard time processing what had happened; "He hugged me... HE HUGGED ME BY HIMSELF!"

Hank, still feeling the physical contact of the clown on his body, watched him go far away. He was overcome with love and comfort, knowing that the person he loved so much more than anyone else didn't hate him anymore like they used to.