#snugglin

(A small Oneshot for the boys because I love them^^. Right Hand Man X Reginald Copperbottom. Have fun reading😁 I’ll make a fanart to it, but I’ll need time)

When Reginald first saw him, he thought it was a dream. It couldn't have been real. There was absolutely no way that the Right-Hand-Man would fall asleep on the bridge, or at least he thought so.

But here he was, leaned back in one of the chairs, hands clasped together on his muscular stomach, and head bent forward, soft snores escaping those thin, scarred lips. His top hat was covering his eyes, shielding them from any source of light in the room, probably one of the reasons why he could rest here. He wore the usual thin shirt that he had since the incident, that barely fit thanks to his massive muscles, but there was a leader jacket bound around his shoulder, probably serving his remaining skin as a blanket.

That was, however, not the only thing that hung from there.

He always knew that Right-Hand-Man had long hair, but he didn't pay much attention to it until now, but when he sat there like this, head bent and body completely relaxed, that beautiful red of his "mane" stood out on his pale skin and his black clothing.

It just looked so shiny, so soft, and Reginald was fascinated by it. Carefully, he pulled off his gloves and reached out, hesitating at first, afraid that the hot-headed redhead would wake up and cut his throat, but that thought disappeared when the tip of his fingers touched the hair, surprising that it was so, so soft. He held those beautiful strings between his fingers, softly stroking over them. Only an idiot oversaw the care that the Right Hand Man had put into it, it looked just washed and thoroughly brushed, and at the end, the strings curled into soft locks.

He took one of them, curling it up around his fingers, wondering how long he would get away with this. The Right Hand Man had only a small desire for rest. He was always the first to be on the bridge and the last to leave. Only this time, he seemed to have fallen asleep in one of the chairs. It looked like it had caught up with him. It was 5.45 pm, and the brunette was sure he would wake up any second now.

"Are you done with staring at me?", a deep voice suddenly rumbled through the room, and Reginald flinched back, shocked by the sudden words.

He watched as the redhead lifted his head, exposing the well-kept mustache and his dark eye to him. The mechanical one glowed softly in the dimly lit room, giving him an even more mysterious atmosphere than he already had. "Y-you're awake...", Reginald stuttered, a blush creeping on his face as he watched how the Right Hand Man forced himself to sit up, stretching himself until he heard a satisfying pop coming from his back. He rubbed the sore area and looked at the man that had once been the leader of the Toppat Clan. "Yeah, I've been for quite a while, around when you started to play with my hair.", he chuckled and took a fistful, letting his metallic fingers run through them.

Reginald sputtered, not knowing what to say, wondering how he was still alive. He had seen this man rip others in half for merely looking at him wrong, even before he was a cyborg. Reginald had watched this man fight with the worst injuries, had seen him killing people without remorse, and also caught a glimpse of a proud grin when the cyborg managed to erase an entire squad the government sent after him on his own. He was supposed to be dead by now, but somehow, he was standing here, still alive and uninjured.

"I didn't know you'd be into long hair.", the younger male spoke out of all sudden, standing from his seat, walking over to him with steady steps. I guess that was the advantage when you have robot legs. "I'm not...I mean, I am, but not in that way! I...", he tried to save himself, but the powerful cyborg only needed to lift his eyebrows to bring him to shut up.

He was not only mighty, but also one of the most intelligent people in this entire world, so there was no way of fooling him when he could look right into your eyes and soul. "There's no way out of that corner now, Reg. But don't worry. I'm not offended by this." That surprised the smaller male.

"You're-You're not?", he stuttered, making the other shake his head. "Nah." Reginald thickly swallowed before he took a step forward, reaching out, searching for permission on the other's face, which he got in the form of a firm nod. He took the thick hair between his fingers again and began to stroke through it, careful not to pull on them. When the brunette found a knot in there, the man removed it gently. He felt how the taller male leaned against him, and soon, the former leader of the Toppat Clan massaged his head. He watched his face, making sure that he wasn't uncomfortable with any movement he did. He knew how wary he was with others touching him, and was, again, surprised that he was still alive.

"I should let massage me more often. You have magical fingers, Reg." he rumbled and huffed as the other chuckled. "Thank you, Right Hand Man.", he whispered and pressed his fingers a little bit harder into the sensitive skin. The redhead's breathing got slower and more relaxed with each passing second, and soon, he was leaning entirely against him, about to fall into slumber again.

Reginald tensed at first, but then, he pulled him closer against him and held his lips to his ear, whispering a few words. "You should go and rest in your bed. I don't think a chair isn't the best place for your back to rest on." The Right Hand Man huffed again and surely would have rolled his eye if it would not have been closed. "I'm not old.", he grumbled, but his expression softened a little bit. "But a bed does sound nice. I've been up all night, trying to fix the mechanics.", he rasped, clearly exhausted. "You and your idiotic stubbornness." Reginald teased and swung his robotic arms around his shoulder before he helped him to his quarters.

As soon as they were in there, Reginald immediately noticed the calm yet dark ambiance the room possessed. Most of the room was black and red, not leaving anything for another color. Everything was clean, the former leader and now top operator of the Toppat Clan was surprised to see that everything was so clean. Okay, the Right Hand Man hated a chaotic environment, and he was the first one to clean up when someone made a mess on the bridge even though they had a janitor, so maybe he should have expected that.

Walking into the bedroom, he helped the Right Hand Man into the bed, where the tired man immediately curled up. He took the top hat out of his hands and set it on the night table before he turned around, ready to leave his good friend for sleep, but metallic fingers suddenly wrapped around his wrist, holding him back. He turned his head towards him, clearly curious. "What..." "Stay.", the sleepy muttered into his pillow, causing Reginald to freeze. He barely heard the word, but even if he wouldn't have mumbled, clearly, he still would have hesitated. Did this man really say what he did?

Did he really ask him to stay?

No, no, that was impossible. That was the Right Hand Man. This man is a cold-hearted killer that showed no other emotions than annoyance or anger. There is no way that this bulldozer of a man just asked him to stay with him. That was just impossible!

"Please?" The word felt like a punch in the guts. It was almost inaudible, showing that even in this state of consciousness, he was uncomfortable to show weakness, but he still asked someone to stay with him, because he didn't want to be alone. Reginald swallowed thickly, unable to say no to this small question. "Yes...", he whispered, kicking his boots off before lying down next to him, carefully, he took the thick hair in his hands again and began to play with it. It didn't take long for the taller male to fall asleep and the soft snores to fill the room.

He watched his face for a while, or what was left of it, noticing how young he looked when he was not tense. How old was he? Now that he looked at him, he didn't think that he was older than thirty years, if not younger.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead, making sure not to tickle him with his mustache. He lowered his head next to him, closing his eyes, trying to relax, but they shot open as he felt arms wrap around him, one flesh and one metallic, pressing him closer to the muscular body. He gasped quietly and wiped his head to look at the taller male, who already slumbered so intensely that it was surely impossible to wake him up.