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[its-kall-the-clown]

If you're still doing prompts, #13 for Silktea? I LOVED the last one and am starved for Silktea content! 💕🕷

God I love silk tea so much *sobs* This is part three of the saga and you can read PART ONE here and PART TWO here.

its like watching two himbos try to flirt and one of them is in major denial.

prompt list (please submit I have more bandwidth to do more writting)

Just Ask

Rating: PG

"Shoo! Go away! Stop following me!"

Huntsman hisses over his shoulder trying to hobble faster with his crutch. The tortie car continues to pad after him with her tail curled upwards and a soft string of mews on her lips. The orange and white cat was the most tolerable of Sandy's therapy cats, and she was the only one he would allow to sleep in the bed with him or sit on his lap when he was reading.

The spider demon was in the shipyard currently, making a break for the sewers so he could slink back to his queen.

His injuries were far from healed but he could walk mostly on his own now which meant it was time to go home. Even if he hadn't finished healing yet he was capable enough to be out back to work. That was the standard under the queen after all. If you could stand on your own it was back to work.

And so he left.

He waited for Sandy to leave to get groceries of course, he couldn't look at them in the eye and tell him it was time to go.

Partly because he knew Sandy would insist he had to stay.

And partly because he knew he would.

His side twinges painfully and suddenly his legs give out. He falls to his face and lets out a strangles yelp. His broken leg throbs from the impact and all he can do is curl inward and let out a string of curses. Concerned mewls circle him and he feels the cat rub up against his side.

"Buzz off fleabag." He growls but there is no heat to it. He pulls himself up enough that he can pull his body forward. He drags himself to the nearest shopping container and leans against it, his head is dizzy and his vision swims so he just lays there for a minute. He huffs, feeling sweat break out across his brow and something wet trails down his back. He opened his wounds again. Damn.

He hardly even left the boat and here he was a weak little gasping mess. What happened to him? He used to be able to power through injuries ten times worse than this. He remembers distinctively one time he had four broken ribs and still was standing tall before his queen waiting for more orders. He had become weak in his absence from her.

Sandy had made him weak.

He closes his four eyes picturing the smiling demon and his large hands that always handled him gently. Sandy always held him he was made of glass, and at first, he hated it, but it slowly grew on him. suddenly all he wanted was to be held and treated gently.

He can hear their baritone laugh in his head, it vibrates in his skull and his chest even when he's not here.

And he feels their lips against his eyelids.

That night when they shared a bed was the catalyst for him leaving. He realized how badly he wanted that companionship and knew he would never leave if he didn't go now.

He whimpers holding his side as he feels slick blood ooze between his fingers. He feels the cat bump against his side and he slits an eye open at them. They are sniffing him gently, probably can smell his blood, and are trying to figure out where he was injured.

"It's okay….I'm not a child." He reassures the cat reaching with his clean hand to scritch under their chin.

"I can handle this." He insists, probably trying to convince himself. Instead of curling in his lap like he expects the tortie ets out a loud mew and then turns and pads away. Leaving him to silk against a shipping container in his own misery and blood. He tries to not let it offend him.

Huntsman leans his head back and lets out a sigh. If he was just a little stronger he would be home by now. And if he was a lot stronger he would tell Sandy how he feels. The demon seemed to be interested, at least he was picking up signals. You don't just kiss the eyelids of someone you don't at least have some feeling for.

But at the same time doubt was seeded in his mind. What if he had imagined it all? what if that's just how Sandy was normally with everyone. Why would he waste time on someone like him when Sandy was so perfect and amazing and probably could woo anyone he wanted. He pictured someone else in Sandy's arms. A nameless demon with curvy hips and delicate horns who laughed like bells and appreciated everything Sandy did for them. He frowns something in his stomach curling like spoiled milk. It was easy to picture, too easy.

He tries to replace the nameless demon with himself. It's much harder to visualize, like looking at a watercolor painting. He didn't fit into Sandy's arms quite right and his laugh was more scratchy.

They didn't fit together. Like puzzle pieces from Two different sets, no matter how much you shoved or pushed you couldn't make them got together.

As much as he wanted to.

"Meeroww!" He opens his eyes to see the same tortie cat approaching, tail up and slightly curved. Why were they coming back? He opens his mouth to ask just that but his words are stolen by an extra presence.

Sandy.

Those sad blue eyes meet him and he can tell he's worried about the spider demon. He's wearing black sweatpants and a loose matching black shirt that just makes him unfairly handsome.

The little cat was a snitch and likely went to fetch him.

Wordlessly he clicks his jaw shut, and wordlessly he's picked up by the gentle giant.

"You reopened your wounds." They scold with a huff and Huntsman shrinks under it. He's never had Sandy treat him with disappointment before and he didn't like it. He fists his hands in Sandy's shirt as he's carried back to the ship.

"I'm sorry…"

"What were you trying to do?" Sandy asked with a sigh and Huntsman grips his shirt tighter.

"Trying to get away…" he admits honestly as they cross the threshold of the ship. He apparently didn't get very far if they were already back home.

He realizes too late he called it home inside his head.

This was home now. Sandy was home.

The demon was lowering him down onto the bed now, likely to tend to his wounds. He throws his arms around Sandy's neck in a panic. They grunt under the changed grip and now Sandy is bending over awkwardly, huntsman sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms around Sandy's neck.

"I need you to let go so I can tend your wounds." He explained his hands trailing to Huntsman's hip where it burns through his clothes and skin.

"No." He huffs burying his face into Sandy's chest. He inhales his comforting scent. A scent of Jasmine, beard oil, and clean laundry. It's intoxicating, he could drown himself in this scent for weeks and it still wouldn't be enough. He pulls away just enough to look Sandy in the eye.

God, he could get lost in those eyes, like endless tunnels he would wander forever in them. He studies their face in the low light of the bedroom, Sandy has a nick over his left brow, a scar from some last battle, his beard and mustache are well kept, brushed, and trimmed to perfection. Huntsman reaches up and cups theire face before he can even think. Sandy's eyes widen under the touch and the larger of the two is now cupping the hand pressed to his face.

Sandy is strong. Stronger than most and where it counts. He's endlessly kind and attentive, he's also mischievous, he had seen that side of him in passing with his time here.

He's precious like jade and like a greedy thief Huntsman wants it

"What do I need to do to have you?" He asked huskily and Sandy pulls the hand away from his face to kiss the wrist there.

"Just ask."

Huntsman could have this. He didn't deserve it but of he asked he could have what he wanted. He licks his lips trying to get the words to come out of his mouth.

"May I kiss you?" He asked, craning his head upward. Sandy's eyes crinkle with a hidden smile and he nods.

Huntsman presses upward, their lips connecting in a short chaste kiss.

It's only for a second, Huntsman is too nervous and shy to demand anything else. But God it felt like a lifetime. In just a few short seconds it feels like a complete rebirth. His whole body reacts, shuddering like he's been shocked and some pathetic noise grows in the back of his throat.

When he pulls away instead of that being the end, a hand curls around the back of his neck and tilts his head upward. He is putty in Sandy's grip and goes easily letting out another pathetic whimper. The second kiss is more.

More everything! More passion, more tender, more Sandy. He grips the front of Sandy's shirt tightly with his claws as he feels the lips move against his. He feels Sandy nip and his bottom lip and he lets out a surprised noise and he can feel the demon smirking into his lips from the elicit sound.

Too soon Sandy pulls away leaving Huntsman to shake like a leaf in his absence. The thumb on his hip continues to rub back and forth and the added hand to the back of his neck makes him positively weak.

"Will you let me tend to your wounds now?" Sandy's asked and Huntsman just blinks dumbly at him. Eventually, his brain catches up and he nods.

"I'll get the medkit. Stay here." He instructs, laying Huntsman down slowly.

Maybe it's the blood loss talking, but Sandy looks angelic above him. Ge's tempted to try and pull them down into another kiss but honestly, he really should let the demon tend to his reopened wounds.

Kissing him breathless could wait.