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Protective-Sanmos

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Another nightmare. Great
Nightmares should be old news to Deimos, he had been dealing with them since he had left the agency and the trauma it provided behind. But this one was different. The whole world was after him, wanted him to die, wanted to watch him die. Everyone was after him, Auditor, Hank, swarms of AAHW personnel. Everyone except for Sanford.
Deimos called for his lover, but he never came. Was Sanford hurt? Was he okay? Dread filled Deimos from head to toe, what happened to Sanford? Please tell me he's okay.
Deimos cried out as several bullets entered his legs. He would've loved to fight back, but he was unarmed, and hand to hand combat wasn't exactly his forte. That stuff was up Sanford's alley. Sanford. Deimos flinched at the thought of his dear boyfriend. He needed to find him, and than this hell would end. The darkness was eating him up, Deimos couldn't see anything. Yelping as he was struck by unseen forces, hidden enemies. Deimos was knocked down, being walked over, just like they walked all over him in the agency. Then the darkness parted, revealing the person Deimos wanted to see
Sanford
Deimos cried out, crawling towards his lover. Desperation taking over. He needed to get to Sanford, he needed comfort from his boyfriend. Deimos was at Sanford's feet, struggling to stand. The muscular man pulled the small hacker to his feet and into his arms. Deimos hugged back tightly, small sobs escaping his lips. Sanford cradled him, being so gentle. Being everything Deimos needed

Deimos's eyes shot open, but the hug didn't stop. Deimos looked up to see Sanford in his bed, snuggling next to him. Deimos opened his mouth to speak, but only a pathetic, weak cry came out. Sanford stroked his hair "I heard you screaming, so I went to check on you, you had another nightmare, didn't you?" Sanford said quietly. Deimos nodded, tears stinging his eyes. Sanford kissed him softly on the forehead, continuing to run his fingers through Deimos's hair. The shorter man closed his eyes and leaned into Sanford's muscular chest. It was so warm and cozy. Deimos could feel himself drifting off to sleep
At least this time he had his boyfriend to protect him
Sanford was going to look after him