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The sound of bickering could be heard from 2BDamned's office. Sanford was sat on a folding chair next to a table covered in medical supplies. Deimos was leaning against the opposite wall by the window, chain smoking. They argued while 2B wordlessly tended to Sanford's wounds.
"I'm allowed to be mad, Dei, you fucking shot me"
"The guy came up behind me, I couldn't aim with him on my ass" Deimos barked, irritated, he stubbed out his current cigarette and lit a new one like clockwork.
"You shot me four times, I don't care if it was by accident, you could've killed me."
"Don't say that" Deimos mumbled darkly behind his cigarette.
"I can say what I want-"
"Do you have to smoke in here?" 2B's rusty voice cut in, silencing the other two.
"Yes" Deimos snarled at him, crossing his arms and turning to blow a puff of smoke at the open window.
The room went quiet for a moment. 2B stood and collected his things, "You two need a break from each other, and Sanford, you're not going anywhere for a while anyways"
He closed his medical bag with a click and went to leave, stopping to address Deimos briefly, "I'm re-assigning you to Hank, he'll be heading out soon, don't get left behind."
And just like that he was gone.
Sanford and Deimos exchanged a look, on the surface it was distaste, but they both knew deep down that the other was torn up about what happened. But Sanford was too hurt and Deimos was too proud to admit that.
Deimos left to find Hank, he couldn't bear to see Sanford like that any longer.
Now alone in 2B's office, Sanford slumped over, pressing his head into his hands and finally letting emotion contort his face, when the two fought it always destroyed him inside.
Hank was staring at a ring of keys when Deimos found him, he seemed unable to distinguish between them. Deimos took a quick glance to the window and saw their hatchback outside, he turned to Hank and tapped the fourth key from the left, "It's that one."
Hank pulled the key off the ring without any acknowledgement of Deimos, striding past him and out the door.
Deimos followed him, "Hey wait, Doc said I'm with you now since Sanford, uh, got injured and stuff"
Hank got in the car and started it, but didn't drive away. Deimos realised he was waiting. He got in the passenger seat and Hank floored it, completely ignoring the path that marked the vehicle exit and driving straight over the dirt towards their destination.
After about 20 minutes of reckless driving, Hank ran over a random pedestrian and smashed the car into the wall of their target building. He got out without missing a beat and entered the building, not waiting for Deimos.
Deimos grumbled his complaints as he logged their coordinates and set up the feedback loop with 2B’s tablet back at the base. He then stepped out of the totaled car and checked his equipment before he also entered the building.
The first room was painted red with fresh viscera, corpses and bullet casings littered the floor.
The next room was the same, and the next one, but the fourth room contained Hank, shredding through a group of l33t agents with a sword that he'd found. Deimos picked off the further away ones with his scoped M16, just to make himself useful.
Hank progressed to the next room, leaving Deimos to climb down the platform he was on and jog to keep up with him.
This room had a couple of engineers that had already been massacred, and some kind of mag agent, who was currently trying to grab Hank out of the air. Deimos looked around him and found a discarded MP7, he picked up the submachine gun and aimed for the giant's stomach to distract it. Hank pounced and stabbed the mag in the head, then used the embedded blade to slash its skull in half. The giant fell to its knees and collapsed, unmoving as blood quickly pooled beneath it.
Hank was hit with a fair amount of the splatter, he turned to Deimos with the equally bloodied sword in hand, chest heaving as he panted from the exertion.
It was in that moment that Deimos felt a strange admiration for Hank blossoming in his chest. It was short lived however, as Hank turned and swiftly left without him again, this time he exited through a door on the left, which was not their planned path.
He followed and was instantly confronted by 2B through his headset, "Deimos, you're off-course, if you've been captured, say nothing."
He flicked down his mic, "We're ok, nothin' happened, I'm just following Hank right now, he ran off down some random hallway."
He heard a long sigh from 2B before a short "Don't let him get carried away.", then the sound of him disconnecting.
The room he'd followed Hank into was small and empty, he recognised it as an interrogation room, the way the agency did things wasn't to sit you down and ask you questions, it was to throw you against the wall and beat the answers out of you, he guessed that's why they never bothered with furniture.
Hank forced the door closed and barricaded it with a nearby heavy weapons crate.
The assassin turned to him and he suddenly realised how fucked he would be if Hank attacked him, he flicked down his mic in case he had to yell for help. Hank strode forward and grabbed the mic, crushing it in his hand like it was nothing and ripping it off of Deimos’ headset, throwing the remains to the ground.
He backed Deimos into the wall and trapped him there with his arms. Deimos tried not to freeze in case he had to run. Hank was still out of breath from all the killing.
Hank pulled down his gaiter and kissed Deimos roughly with scarred lips. Deimos was surprised at first, but damn, Hank was good at this.
Hank's hands were at Deimos' belt in an instant. Deimos let him do what he wanted, already past the point of caring.
It's not like he could do this with Sanford.
Hank tore off the lower half of Deimos' clothes like they'd offended him. Deimos stopped him with a hand on his chest, trailing down until he was on his knees. Hank caught on and grappled with his own belt, looking almost desperate.
As soon as he had access, Deimos practically swallowed Hank's entire dick, he ran his mouth over the scarred surface with enthusiasm. Hank bucked his hips aggressively, he'd lost a lot of feeling from being repeatedly stabbed and shot all over, so he didn't mind when Deimos' sharp teeth got in the way.
He kind of liked it actually.
Deimos shoved Hank's hips away and got up when he felt Hank's dick was slick enough. Hank pinned him against the wall again and held up one of his legs, pleasantly surprised by Deimos' flexibility, the guy could have his knee pushed against his chest while standing up with ease.
He didn't waste time, fully sheathing himself inside Deimos without even a heads-up. Deimos covered his mouth, using his other hand to steady himself on Hank's shoulder.
Hank had his knees bent on account of their dramatic height difference, he straightened his legs and Deimos was lifted off the ground. Hank pressed Deimos' other leg to his chest and pushed him into the wall, this was a much easier angle.
Deimos would've been proud of himself for his flexibility had he not been being absolutely reamed by a buff murderer who he was currently at the complete mercy of. Hank's pace was ruthless, thrusting his hips upwards like a machine. He had the stamina to keep it up until Deimos was a hot mess, clawing at the wall and groaning Hank's name.
He could hear Hank huffing as he urged his body past his limits, Deimos held the side of Hank's face and grinned. Hank leant in and kissed him again, shoving his tongue into Deimos' mouth. Deimos threw his arms over Hank's shoulders, holding him close as he felt himself reaching his peak.
Hank bowed his head as he somehow sped up his already insane pace, his thrusts were getting more erratic and he was panting like he'd just ran a marathon. Deimos took the chance to sink his teeth into the space between Hank's neck and shoulder as he came, screaming into the flesh.
He heard Hank grit his teeth and hold his breath, then Deimos felt an unfamiliar warmth flowing inside him.
It was strange but he didn't exactly hate it.
Hank slid out and unceremoniously dropped Deimos, who fell on his ass, too shocked and worn out to get back up. He knelt down and grabbed Deimos by the thighs, pulling him into a more reclined position. Deimos made a noise of surprise as the assassin leaned down and licked the cum off his ass with a passion.
Hank seemed to be really enjoying this.
He used his fingers to reach what his tongue couldn't, then licked them clean too like the fucking animal he was. He hovered over Deimos for a second, unmoving as he stared down at him through tinted goggles. He tapped the bleeding wound on his neck, then bit Deimos in the same place.
Deimos howled and clawed at Hank's shoulders as the other worked his mix of organic/metal teeth into the soft flesh.
Hank pulled away with a bloodied maw and concealed his face with fabric again, then got up and just left. Deimos sat there on the floor, he knew his legs wouldn't hold up long enough to chase after him, nevermind complete the mission.
Hank seemed to have it covered anyway.
He pulled out his tablet to request a pickup, also telling 2B about his broken mic, hoping that Hank would get chewed out for it later. He chuckled a little at the thought.
It took longer than he would admit, but he finally had himself dressed and on his feet, leaving the interrogation room by the time he got Sanford's text.
'im outside :)'
Deimos slowly limped his way through the building, now full of janitors who paid him no mind, and stumbled out of the door, and was caught by a pair of strong arms.
"Are you hit?" Sanford asked as he carried Deimos to the truck, his voice laden with concern.
Deimos shook his head "'m okay, just couldn't keep up" he said lethargically, gazing up at Sanford with nothing but gratitude, he knew Sanford saw the look, but didn't say anything.
Sanford gently set him down in the passenger seat and got behind the wheel. Deimos turned to him, Sanford was doing that face he did when he was hiding his pain again.
"So how'd you talk 2B into letting you go anyways?" He mused, feeling like he knew the answer already.
Sanford cracked a small smile as he started driving away,
"I didn't."