Hey guys, Chelseyelric herewith my newest fic. I've loved this pairing ever since I was sent a HINABN vid on youtube and I'm now an extreme follower! XD Anyway, I actually wrote this a few years ago, but am just getting around to editing it and posting it. Anyway I hope u enjoy and as a side note, I imagine Hanna to sound like Jack Spicer from Xiaolin Showdown and Zombie to sound like Doumeki from xxxHoLiC. :) ON WITH THE SHOW! XD

"Hey, Timmy?"

"Yes, Hanna?"

"Do you eat brains?"

If Akmed had been drinking something, he would have dramatically spit it all over his young companion's face. He made sure his features were carefully composed before speaking, "Why would you ask that?" he inquired. Hanna blushed a bit and began twiddling his thumbs.

"No reason, really. It's just that, in every zombie movie or comic book I've seen, the zombies drag their legs around; arms extended chanting 'BRRRAAAAAIIIIINS!' I was just wondering if, when you went out for your midnight walks, you went looking for brains to eat. And maybe it was because you didn't want to do it in front of me." The little carrot-top couldn't seem to stop mumbling random things and he was getting more and more flushed.

"Or maybe it's because you can only do it at night. It's not like I care what your diet is; I'd still be your friend. After all, Conrad drinks blood and I don't even know what Toni or Veser eat but I can't imagine it'd be much better. That being said, you would never eat MY brain, would you?" he finished, looking expectantly into Pepe's glowing red eyes.

Sherlock was shocked by the lengthy question. He had never known Hanna worried because of his walks. Dave's brow had begun to furrow, but when he saw the look on his charge's face, a look that seemed to mix fear with anticipation and trust, he couldn't help but want to please Hannah. When Condrikthis didn't answer, Hanna took it as a bad sign.

"I'm so sorry! You don't have to answer if I offended you or something," he said lowering his gaze and scooting further back into his chair at the head of their small kitchen table. He bit his lip like he always did to try and hide his sad frown.

'No, be happy, Hanna,' Dylan thought pleadingly. 'What can I do to make you happy again?'

It was then that Jack got an idea; one that made him smirk deviously (which is saying something because he almost never let his emotions manifest bodily).

He stood from his end of the table and walked up behind Hanna, placing his hands on the tiny shoulders of his employer. He leant over him and said gently, "No, I don't eat brains."

Hanna gave a huge sigh of relief and relaxed into his friend's touch.

"But I HAVE been craving some FLESH lately." Hanna tensed and whipped his head around, a worried look on his seemingly young face, but when he looked into Fujinaki's face, he saw a hint of humor gleaming in his neon red eyes. The dead man was joking.

Hanna smiled wide, as he tended to do almost all the time, realizing it was time to play. He sprang from his chair, causing the item to clatter to the floor, and very dramatically yelled, "No, please Mr. Zombie, I'm too pretty to be eaten!" He laughed and ran with arms high in the air into their living room.

This made Shaun, in turn, chuckle, a sound unheard in his afterlife. He raised his arms as he knew fictional zombies to do and, walking very slowly, droned out, "Flesh! I must have flesh!" in his deep baritone.

Evan ambled into the living area and listened for his Hanna. He could hear suppressed giggles coming from behind the couch, so, in a very uncharacteristic manner, he dove straight over the couch, narrowly missing the small body below his own gravity aided one.

Hanna let out a trademark 'Gnee!' and scrambled out of his best friend's way.

The zombie crawled closer and closer to his human prey, allowing no escape. "Fleeeeessssh"

Eventually, as often happened in his tiny apartment, Hanna's back hit the wall and he could move no further. Panting and flushed with happiness and excitement, he began spewing cliché lines again.

"Oh no!" he over emphasized. "I am now trapped by this undead fiend! I only hope it won't hurt too much" He exposed his pale neck to said undead fiend and waited with his eyes closed awkwardly. "Do with me...what you will" he breathed out and giggled.

Oh, how this made Mark's heart soar. Seeing the person that had never judged him, had helped him, had mended him and housed him so incredibly happy at a few cliché lines. He only wished he could do more. So much more. He leaned over the much smaller creature, grabbed hold of his sides and shifted their bodies together so Hanna's neck could meet his open jaws.

He nipped into the skin covering Hanna's pulse point and that's when the entire game they had been playing changed.

Hanna moaned. And not one of those little "Oh, what a world" fake moans, but a full blown, aroused to bursting moan of lust.

Charging Bull was speechless; frozen in place over his little "victim" in a way that he could not think to dislodge. In his mentally paused state, he let his lips lower onto the skin as well. He could feel Hanna's heartbeat pumping quicker and quicker and hear his breathing grow more ragged. Tino pulled his face back so he could see Hanna's. His cheeks were red, glasses fogged; the skin was slightly raised where Holenheim had bit him. Their bodies were pressed against each other and Clyde could feel the erection that Hanna had nearly instantaneously sprung.

Hanna attempted to cover the proof of his arousal but was failing miserably because of the 205 pound wall of zombie in his way. He settled for looking away instead.

Hanna thought his life was going to end right there from embarrassment. His best friend was going to leave him; think he was a freak. After all, no normal person got aroused by a zombie! Especially a zombie of the same sex.

Vlad stared into the distressed face of Hanna and for a full, agonizing minute, he contemplated. Contemplated about the pros and cons of this situation and of the future. He imagined their current friendship and how it would be if they did the things Robert knew were being craved. And that's when he decided to simply ask Hanna. That was the easiest solution at the moment because Vincent wanted to make Hanna never-endingly happy but he also never wanted to do something to Hanna that he would regret. Gil could take the rejection and feel fine as long as he could stay with Hanna forever.

He took the smaller body closer and whispered, for a second time, into his shell like ear," What do you want me to do next?"

To Be Continued in the next chapter when I get enough feedback :) (I live on comments and peanut butter XD)