My OTP oneshots [TAKING REQUESTS]

(WOLFXHOX)Lets get married

Spoiler: Titles can be deceiving

Wolf could hear the footsteps of the police team and the slow clanking of chains as Hox and his guards made their way down the corridor. He flapped his hands against his legs anxiously and looked over at Dallas as he rolled Hox's dollar bill in his hands. "Are you almost done?" He demanded.

Dallas rolled his eyes, "Almost. Calm down, we'll get Hox out of here any second now." A few long seconds later Dallas held his hand out for Wolf to pass him the dollar. Ignoring him, Wolf pushed to the front and slid the paper into the hole himself. He heard the rustle of chains and a dull thud as Houston got the bombs set up. Wolf glared at him but stepped back.

"Look at this boys, I'm rich. It's payday fellas!" Hox called through the wall. Wolf looked down at where Jacket was sitting, fiddling with the control panel. A second later they heard the guards go back to normal.

"I said it's fuckin payday mother fuc-" Hox began again before the wall before the payday gang was blown up, knocking several guards down. Wolf stepped through the hole and rushed to embrace Hox, wanting to kiss him but the masks prevented that. He heard gunshots from behind him and knew the others had filed through the hole. He helped Hox up against a wall and inspected the wound on his leg.

He felt a hand on his mask and glanced up to see Hox smiling, though it was a pained smile. "Wolfie you have no idea how glad I am to see you."

Wolf put his hand over on top of Hox's briefly, moving it down to his shoulder, before putting his attention back on his leg. "I'm glad to see you too, Hoxinator." He sighed with relief when he found it was only a small chunk of the wall stuck in his thigh. "Ok, this is gonna hurt ok?" He looked up at Hox, who was gritting his teeth and nodding. He pulled the chunk out and threw it away.

"Who the hell did you give my mask to?" Hox demanded when they stood up.

"Houston, he's Dallas's brother. I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't want you to be replaced but we needed a Sharp shooter, and I thought we would get you back sooner so I never got around to making a mask for him." Wolf panted in response as he pulled Hox down the hallway. He fumbled for a second and pulled out his gun, shooting at a few guards behind them and hurrying the pace as fast as he could with Hox still latching on.

They pressed through the last part of the corridor and burst into the parking lot in front of the van. Jacket was sitting in the passenger seat, as instructed, and watched with curiosity as Wolf gently helped Hox into the back. "Hox, this is Jacket. Bain got him to help us get you out."

Jacket nodded, slipped out of the passenger seat, and went around back to the part of the van where Hox was. He sat next to Wolf on the floor and gazed up at the two. "What's he doing?" Hox asked.

"Hell if I know, he gets a bit clingy sometimes." Wolf shrugged then looked back at Hox, who glared at Jacket before turning his attention to Wolf.

"Fuck this." He muttered, pulling Wolf's mask off, tossing it to the side and pulling him into a kiss. Wolf sighed and wrapped his arms around Hox's hips.

Jacket watched from the side, fiddled with his walkman for a second before a fuzzy "get a room" was heard coming from the device. Wolf rolled his eyes, his lips still on Hox's, before pulling away quickly at the sound of thundering foot steps. He sighed with relief when Chains popped his head into the back doors of the van, tossing Hox his old mask.

"Houston said he's tired of sharpshooting and you can have your job back." He smiled, before gesturing for Jacket to follow. Dallas was already sitting in the drivers seat with Chains in the passenger and Jacket going in the same car as Houston. That left Wolf and Hox by themselves in the backseat.