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Branzy replayed the events that took place the past few days, Clown's black scythe glinting in his hands. It had the perfect weight, not too heavy, not too light.
Clown wasn't exactly too specific on what Branzy could do with his signature blade. And sunrise was only a few more hours away. But it was barely even midnight, he had enough time brainstorming.
He wasn't going to kill Clown, that much was obvious. And Branzy didn't really have it in him to torture the assassin. That was too much, it would be too damaging for their, albeit a little sick and twisted, relationship.
Clown trusted him. And he trusted Clown. No matter their individual natures, the two were almost symbiotic now. He gained protection, and Clown gained- amusement? Something, he wasn't too sure what the killer wanted from him. Obviously he was good enough at redstone to be kept alive, but there must be more to it– Whatever, he was getting off track.
Maybe the full weight of the situation hadn't hit Branzy properly. He had ClownPierce's iconic weapon, all to himself, to do whatever he wanted to him.
He heard a door click open, and there he was, ClownPierce, in all his glory.
Except, he wasn't. He wasn't wearing any armour, and his back was to Branzy, messing with a brewing stand, almost innocently. He wasn't wearing his mask either, a rare sight reserved only for Branzy.
Clown was displaying utmost trust in everything but words. Or maybe he was cocky. Maybe he was daring him. Maybe he was walking around to show off, almost as if saying that even with no weapons and no armour, Branzy was still inferior to him. That Branzy was too much of a coward to even think about it.
Well that just won't do.
Branzy wasted no time, holding the scythe behind him and stalking towards his apparent prey. His other hand grabbed Clown's wrist, turning him to face him.
I really am going insane.
Clown didn't protest, leaning against the counter the brewing stand was on. He had a smirk on his face, and fire in his eyes.
I dare you.
Branzy leaned in, scythe still hidden. Clown almost faltered, but didn't back away, raising an eyebrow.
"This is a lot of power, huh, Clown?" He murmured, feigning false confidence and mimicking the same old tricks Clown used on him. Alarms blared in his mind, but Clown didn't seem agitated one bit. He seemed to– like it?
"Yeah," Clown didn't elaborate, gazing at him with half-lidded eyes, still doubtful.
Branzy accepted the challenge.
The dark blade of the scythe came to rest at Clown's neck, barely grazing his collar bone. An involuntary shiver went down his spine, and oh, how Branzy revelled at that.
Clown didn't trust Branzy's ability with his scythe. He had no idea how much control the purple eyed man had with weapons of that much peril. He didn't know of Branzy's hand-on combat skills either. For all his talk of being the weakest link in every chain, Branzy could wreck him in a fist fight.
But he trusted Branzy. That much he could do for him. After everything.
He tapped the side of the blade, breaking eye contact and straightening his shoulders a little. He was well aware of his rapidly increasing heartbeat. Branzy didn't need to know that.
Caught off guard, Branzy cleared his throat, struggling to hold the blade, trembling almost.
Clown wanted to laugh.
"That all you got, BranzyCraft?" He mocked, almost giggling at the way the other's grimace.
"You're really getting on my nerves, Clown." Branzy gritted his teeth.
Smiling annoyedly, he brought the scythe impossibly closer. Clown glanced at it briefly, resuming his mocking grin. To Branzy's further surprise, he leaned in further, blade nicking his neck.
"And what are you going to do about it, hm?"
Suddenly, Branzy pulled away, leaving Clown almost breathless. He stood with his back turned, silently putting away the scythe. He didn't say a word, and Clown was confused. For a moment he thought Branzy had given up, and he let his guard down.
He tried moving closer, arms reaching out, but the moment he took a step forward, Clown was knocked over to the side.
Branzy had him pinned to ground, and knees locking his legs and a deadly grip on his arm. Clown felt a sharp sting at his throat, realising he couldn't move his other arm either, Branzy using his elbow to keep it down.
A quiet gasp escaped him, as Branzy's maddened smile found his eyes.
"What about now, huh?" He brought his face closer, strands of silver hair hanging down, almost tickling Clown's forehead with how close they were.
Clown couldn't say a word, stunned at Branzy's strength. He was knocked off his feet in an instant. In any other case, Clown would have struggled, maybe he would have dodged, if it was anyone else.
But at that moment, his lips only parted in his stupor, staring at Branzy like the stars.
He was terrified. He was in love.
Is this how he feels all the time?
Branzy grinned, all teeth. He couldn't believe his eyes. Such an expression coming from the ClownPierce himself. What an honour.
"Impressed now, darling?"
That almost snapped Clown out of it. He tried to get up, but Branzy didn't let go. He was completely immobilised, unable to move not even a limb. Clown struggled for a second, but Branzy only tightened his grip.
Laughing, Branzy dragged his knife across Clown's neck, placing it on his cheek. Clown was able to free an arm, and gripped Branzy's wrist weakly. The knife stopped moving.
Clown sighed softly at the sight of the small blade.
It was the one he has gifted Branzy, a small black dagger, one that matched his scythe. Clown had almost forgotten about it.
"Had enough?" Branzy breathed against his face, giggling.
Clown let go of his wrist and grabbed Branzy's collar, pulling down at such speed, their lips met messily, teeth clacking into each other. Branzy's grip loosened significantly, and that millisecond of freedom was all Clown needed to switch their positions in an instant.
Now Branzy was on his back, kiss still unbroken. He gasped in between, but never once let go. Clown had his hands in a vicious grip, wrists slammed above his head, unable to move. His chest heaved as Clown deepened the kiss, and Branzy let out hushed sounds. He was just as eager, pushing back against Clowns lips just as he was pushed down.
The blades were discarded as the two finally separated, heavy breaths exchanged between them. Clown's lips quickly found Branzy's neck. Branzy breathed heavily as Clown left bruises left and right, biting and leaving Branzy a shuddering mess.
They were flushed red, eyes not once leaving each other. Branzy couldn't help the genuine smile that found it's way on his face. Clown found himself doing the same.
"You, BranzyCraft," he breathed, stealing another kiss, "terrify me."
Branzy freed his wrists and held Clown's face, eyes wide and pupils dilated. He giggled.
"About damn time."
Clown laughed, kissing him once more.