[Hank x 2Bdamned] • A Madness Combat Oneshot Book

≈ Give Me A Break ≈

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[Third POV]

The dissenter sighed angrily at the man leaning on the doorway to his office.
"Hank, I need to work," he grumbled, pointing at his laptop. A grunt came from Hank, who was already walking towards him.
"No, Hank, you cannot stay in here, you'll distract too much."
"B..ut I wanna..!"
"That is not a valid reason," snapped 2B, though with no real menace behind the words.

The taller whined while resting his head on the other's hair, soaking in the familiar scent of his beloved.
Alas, 2B caved in, "Fine, fine, you can stay." He muttered, motioning for the man to settle in under the desk.
Hank's eyes lit up as he jumped under the desk, almost cracking his head open against the metal.

Soon, the two found themselves in comfortable silence, the unlicensed doctor gently stroking Hank, who was under the desk. The mercenary's head happily resting between the crook of 2B's lap, humming comfortably.

"You're like a big, feral cat, Hank. You hate everything that moves but also love one single thing, well.. maybe not just one single thing, I'm just praising myself too much on that part," The medic chuckled at the last part of his sentence, rubbing the backside of his hand against Hank's mangled cheek.
He heard the man between his legs gruff, "Mmm.. you praise your..zzself less than you de..zserve.."
2B smiled at that, 'how sweet,' he thought in response, focusing back onto the flickering laptop that was on the verge of going into sleep mode.

After a little, the both of them had drifted off into their own little worlds. Comfortable in each others warmth.