Newtmas/Dylmas Oneshots

Protecting you* (Dylmas)

A/N: this was inspired by a Dylmas fic recommended to me by emmasqv called "Assassin by ErikaIriss"

Also another random note: in this story Thomas is bi and Dylan is gay (normally it's the other way around in fics but it fits better for this storyline, so just wanted to clarify)

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Dylan pushed the door to Thomas' villa hard, causing it to slam. He kicked his shoes off and sent them flying across the room. Thomas had the same idea apparently, his discarded shoes being sent directly towards Dylan. "What the fuck were you doing without me Thomas!" He shouted.

Dylan had been hired by the actor's mother to protect her son. For some reason the blonde had a bounty placed on his head and someone was willing to pay a heafty salary to whoever was able to kill him. Thomas was only nineteen and an actor, why someone wanted him dead was something Dylan couldn't fathom.

"What do you mean 'what were you doing'?! It's nothing different from what I normally bloody do!" Thomas retorted, he had no clue why Dylan was so pissed at him. All he did was go to a party without his "protectors" company.

The brunette tugged on his long, dark hair and huffed out a large breath. "I mean you can't just disappear like that, I had no fucking clue where you went you incompetent fuck!" Dylan couldn't calm himself down at this point, Thomas had forced him to his breaking point.

He continued, "You are given one damn instruction! Don't go anywhere without me or at least informing me of where your going. Someone wants a bullet in your skull and I'm the only thing standing between that bullet and your brain! You can't even sway from your stupid teenage ways for a single night and miss out a party! One. Party."

Thomas was staring daggers at Dylan, who the fuck does he think he is? "Listen here you jackass, your the one being payed to save me when that bullet comes at me. I'm not about to stop doing what I fucking want because it'll make your job easier! Your a bloody assassin, it's not meant to be easy... also it's not my teenage ways I'm a fucking adult, your literally two years older than me!"

Pausing before finishing his sentence fully, Thomas made direct eye contact with Dylan. Venom consumed the normally soft look in his eyes.

"It's not my fault your "teenage ways" were stripped from you when you threw your fucking life away to murder the man who killed your parents, then become a bloody assassin..." Thomas spat.

The blonde wasn't given any time to react when Dylan lunged for him. Dylan tackled Thomas to the ground and pushed his knee hard into the younger man's back. He pressed Thomas' face into the floor and yelled in complete and utter anger

"Don't you talk to me like that you spoilt bitch. I had to grow up because I lost everything. You on the other hand have had everything you could ever ask for served on a silver platter. You spend you nights drinking, you spend them smoking and you spend them fucking any girl that you see! The amount of times I've had to force myself to sleep while your ONE room over from me screaming-"

Wrangling his hands out from under himself, Thomas managed to push himself up and turn over fast enough to deliver a well-aimed punch to Dylan's jaw.

The assassin stumbled back slightly and pulled himself up off of the floor. "YOU CUNT!" He shouted and kicked Thomas roughly on his side. It was hard enough to leave a sizeable bruise and send pain coursing through his torso.