Uneven

by spookswaslost

Summary:

Wasnt it another day of Hank's relentless killing spree? You just load and cock in a magazine, suit up your usual gear, ride a military jeepney all the way to an A.A.H.W facility and wreck chaos - absolutely kill everyone; unless you're the type to save glorious bullets and spare a non-combatant just like our friend Deimos here!

So when the day ended miracously (Hank decided to rest and take a break from his addiction) Deimos and Sanford both took the time to indulge in simple leisure activities - and ofcourse the luxury of gaining sleep. Hey, it wasnt weird at first when they entered the room - both men joked, well actually Deimos only did because Sanford's boring and serious - seriously, why cant anyone even crack a smile? Not even 2bedamned or Hank does!

They're such a dick i swear" -probably said by Deimos via his mind, mentally imagining himself flipping them someday.

Chapter 1: Rest! Finally! Thank Jebus!

The gloomy weather of the skies in Nevada seems to never fade, the color of this world is just black and grey - its almost depressing in a way if you'd think about it. The peaceful atmosphere of a bird chirping by a nearby tree branch was quickly disturbed by the sudden sound of an rumbling engine motor from a distance, who's driving and who's in it? No other than Deimos, Sanford and our king Hank J. fucking wimbleton.

The three of them had just - and again escaped from another chase from their pursuit of chaos within the agency of A.A.H.W, being chased by an angry mob of 1337 Agents is thrilling.. one could only relate and i dont need to mention who. The moment they all hopped out of their vehicle, the three of them quickly came to furnish and check their gear for inspection - couldnt risk one tiny itty bitty device to fly off their belts and potentially be used against them by the A.A.H.W now do we?

Sanford was the first to decide to shower; earning an arched eyebrow of surprise from Deimos who was just preparing for 2bedamned to wrap him up with a fresh new pair of bandages from the infirmary hall. How about Hank? off to the training sector to prep out his mistakes and probably to sharpen his reflects the next time they go out; Hes a monster but 2bedamned knew sincerely he isnt.

Evening came after sunset, the time to rest and sleep for everyone. A normal grunt would appreciate the suggestion of sleeping, its a luxury - a wish and absolutely heaven. For Hank? no, the damn bastard is still huffing and puffing in the training room. But its normal for them, no need to worry - the guy knows his limit than anyone.

After getting out of the shower, Sanford was already in his usual bedtime attire; nothing changed from what he wore in battle.. just an addition tank top above his army cargo pants. Deimos was just about to head out to the bedroom, obviously eager to lay back and take some shut-eye. With a smile, he skipped a few steps while whistling out a joyous tune as he hopped to the hallways of the dormitory sector. The HQ was big - considering only 4 people lived and worked here but hey, the lesser people the more room and privacy you get!

 

That is until he arrived, opened the door and flipped on the lights; the way his smile faded like ash, his eyes neutral - his expression deadpanned. What caused this demeanor? this shift of expression? Moments after Sanford arrived, standing besides the smaller man with a slightly drenched towel hanging up his shoulder. The same question appeared on his mind as he observed Deimos with a furrow of confusion - until he saw the bed.

The bed.. was only ONE

One.

haha..

O-N-E.. One.

"you have to be kidding me." Sanford gave out a half chuckled-half monotonous comment, his expression in disbelief even if his eyes are covered by the damn shades he's wearing. Deimos shook his head slowly in agreement, agreeing to Sanford's valid reaction. Why the hell is there a singular bed here? maybe they entered the wrong room, but no. The posters, the room design, the entire layout of the room is identical to their shared room.

Deimos tried to form a joke but seems like his carefree attitude wears off. He looked around, finding shit to prove that this is a joke until his eyes takes a narrow aim towards a particularly suspicious yellow sticky note by the dresser table, the writing was so similar it could be the only one to hint who have set them up. 2bedamned. Damn you Doc.

Notes:

So uhm..

this was very VERY rushed because im being pressured to sleep and i have a deadline to pass tomorrow BUT, hear me out. My friend told me to write this because the other fanfics are outdated, i know the one bed trope is common but trust me huzz give me some time to marinate!

Chapter 2: Oh!

"mpfhm.." they breathed out a muffled moan,

 

"no.. dont do go there.." they whispered against their broad shoulder, fingertips digging into the skin of the man's muscular back for leverage. "why not? you've been a good boy the whole time." the man ontop praised with a smirk, nuzzling their face against the other's neck. Sucking the blemished hickey-stained skin with the assistance of their wet appendage.

 

"do me a favor and beg for it." They demanded with a sly smirk of mischief, earning a whine from the man beneath.

"please.. i want to come, please let me, please." They whined with a needy moan, grinding themselves against the man above to emphasize how desperately he needs it. Their tongues clashed like a sword in a duel, but the difference is that they werent fighting for victory and swordmanship; they were doing this in a passionate manner. A heated pasionate tango of dominance and submission, intertwining and twisting in a fluid manner - the lubrication of their combined saliva increasing the fluidity of thier tongues. 


















Sanford couldnt remember it well, one moment he was having the best shower of his life; managing to hum some cheap crappy tunes he heard from a cafe last week when they visited the main city in Nevada. He can definitely feel the way he stripped his clothes and poured the cold water on his naked body - hell, he can feel how he shivered from the impact, he's never doing that again. 

But what confuses him is that how did he manage to end up in a bed with Deimos? He's not complaining, Deimos is a good lad - probably the most on his list. The atmosphere between the two men was insufferably awkward. Who wouldnt feel that way if youre sleeping with a person with the capacity to kill and harm you? Its a hazard, both can tell - okay wait, a RISK exactly.

 

The only reason he managed to sleep while the damn bastard is here is because the day's exhaustion got to him too quickly. All that use of strength and agility to keep surviving against an endless group of 133t agents is tiring. But what woke him up? that.. dream. Fuck.. it made him fucking hard down there. He admits it, he's not straight like what the others expect him to be, yeah hes buff and the exact standard for every woman out there to have her pinned and fucked raw in bed. Yeah no thanks.

 

 

 

Slowly rising up from the mattress, he mastered his stealth than others (except Hank) so he makes use of it in escaping his way from the heavily snoring Deimos besides him to go to the bathroom with a soft click. 

By now hes already jerking it with a soft groan, his phallus between his fingers as he braced himself against the tiled wall, facing his body infront of the toilet entrance as he flopped it up and down. Desperate to relieve the sexual ache between his legs, he increased the speed of his strokes until he finally gave away the tension from his body. Accompanying his climax with a satisfied groan, his body going rigid before relaxing in ecstasy. 

Quickly washing himself clean with a couple of wet tissues, he made his way out of the restroom to find Deimos still sleeping. "good lord, hes still sleeping." Sanford sighed mentally as he made his way over to climb up to bed and sleep. 



It was embarassing to do that, knowing Deimos is literally beside him. If the guy was literally awake to hear those noises inside the bathroom, Sanford's dignity is a goner.


But as Sanford peacefully lays back down and gains sleep, the reality he thought what happened laid there hidden. With the truth that the man besides him was entirely awake, his face covered by the pillow as he forced himself to hide and pretend to be asleep. His eyes wide and a faint tint of pink across his cheeks. He wished he didnt wake up out of curiosity.

Notes:

i just know all of you were on edge with the 1st chapter, so i made a little bomb on the 2nd!

And yes, smut which is quite early but i couldnt hold it in - though atleast it wasnt a smut between Deimos and Sanford! Im still holding onto the fact that i promised to marinate this until they do the bangbang

Chapter 3: Maybe, in your Head I'm the Greatest

Another boring day consumes the headquarters. You may be wondering why they're not fighting, well blame that on their rusty ass computer system. They really need to get a new one because the one they're using is beginning to strip 2bedamned's patience. After all, he can't handle the constant nagging of Hank's impatience and constant questioning regarding of their pending ambush mission. They needed Intel, data on what A.A.H.W is up to. Their intentions and what they're planning as they speak, is only their main concern.

Though Hank can't wait to have his fists soaked with yellow and red blood again from his relentless pursuit of killing.

 

 

Though on the other hand, Deimos and Sanford are having a wonderful.. cards session.

"This has to be some sort of unseen trickery!" Deimos grumbled as he looked underneath the table for anything suspicious, looking for a button of some sort when the only thing he saw was a cobwebbed undertable with a few empty  eggshells of a cockroach. 

You may be wondering how tthe lobby ended up with Deimos' cussing. Basically they were playing cards out of boredom, they got too invested and Sanford won. And Deimos couldn't accept that he is a sole loser, he begins to accuse him for playing unfair when in all honesty, he's just good. 

"Nah accept you're lost, Twink" Deimos' face immediately flared red at that comment, slamming his fists against the wooden table out of irritation. "TWINK?? Call me that again and I'll have my lighter shoved up against your ungrateful smug mouth!" 

Sanford smirked in pure amusement, with the knowledge that he has successfully ragebaited Deimos he knew he can't push his buttons too much. He doesn't want to have the guy challenge him in another fighting duel just like last time. So with a nonchalant attitude, he stood up and walked off from the table to who knows where he's going. Leaving our poor infuriated Deimos hanging and red.

 

 

 

 

 

Pulling a stick from the cigarette box, he lit it up before lightly placing it between his nonexistent lips. Inhaling the chemicals the cigarette offers, letting it soothe his lungs before blowing out the smoke through. He sat down on the ledge of the balcony, dazing off in space. His eyes unfocused as it stared at the blank horizon of greys, whites and blacks. 

Memories of what happened that Saturday evening suddenly came down crashing all at once at him like a tsunami. Causing him to cough, he begins to beat his chest until he calms down, gulping to relieve himself. Looking down in disappointment at the wasted cigarette stick which was now laying flat dirty on the ground below him. 

He paused for a moment, recalling what happened that night. Damn.. who knew Sanford could beat the bush? All for a stinkin' porn dream. He smirked to himself in amusement. H e kind of wished he teased Sanford about it, wanting to get a reaction from the reserved man as he always did when it came to him teasing. He thought for a moment, swinging his feet as he developed a mischievous thought. "

You might have guessed it what he's going to do later." Ooohh this is going to be fun.."

 

 

 

 

During an innocent lunch meal with the others at the cafeteria, all of them bickered in amusement. Especially getting a raise from Deimos in return because he's the quickest out of the bunch to get annoyed just from a single teasing comment. And seems like Sanford was the one to tease him this time.. a great timing for Deimos' comeback.

"You know Deimos, you stink of burning wood from all those cigarettes. I would've adviced you to return to vaping but I think you would've preferred a cigar instead." Sanford teasingly commented, watching Hank and 2bedamned walk off with their empty trays to throw it. Unlikely, they won't be coming back to the table since they have their own personal activities to go through the day.

Nevertheless, a hint of concern can be distinguished in his tone as he spoke about Deimos' smoking habit. Despite his insufferable teasing nature, the 6'2ft man sincerely cares for his teammates; whether Hank's in his mood to snap and kill anyone if provoked or 2bedamned being overly unreasonable with his obsessive tendencies with his supposed "Darling" and his behavior of  being an absolute even-tempered man is what makes Sanford a big bro to everyone - even cherished and valued. Perhaps Deimos wont be scoring that jackpot today it seems.

"Both are terrible options, a good cigarette is all I'm hoping to smoke. I don't need another alternative if it's unavailable." Replied nonchalantly by Deimos, lighting up a fire from his thumb with confusing magical properties. Its.. debatable whether he has pyrokinetic powers or his thumb is basically a built in lighter made solely for the purpose to lighting up the edges of a cigarette stick. His entire character made from detail.

Sanford studied him for a moment, taking in every detail of his reaction, his demeanor and every small action he does. His shades saves him from allowing Deimos to notice his narrowed focused eyes. He wondered what else was there that laid ahead than the usual arrogant and cocky smoker personality, he wondered what he fears, what he loves and what he worries. Damn, he shouldn't be thinking like this to a fellow colleague, but who wouldn't think that way? 

Throwing the well-used and well-burnt cigarette stick, Deimos grunted with furrowed eyebrows and slowly stood. "Well I'm going now, gotta repair my broken gadgets if we expect our upcoming raid is going to be successful." He half chuckled, his voice rougher than usually and of course Sanforx noticed it. But instead making a teasing comment about it, he only nodded in acknowledgement and gave Deimos' back a lighthearted pat.

Watching the man walk away as he sat on the bench, he hummed and folded his arms in thought to recollect what happened today. 

Completely oblivious on the fact that Deimos was also thinking what he was thinking a moment ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'Man, am I the Greatest?

Notes:

My previous work got deleted.. So I had to make a new one.. AGAIN. Chrome when I get you..

Though I hope you enjoyed this one, because someone in the comments wanted another chapter so why not coconut come back ❤‍🩹

Chapter 4

Okay its been a month since i posted this story, and ive been lowk losing motivation to continue it since im slowly fading away from the MADCOM fandom due to school.

I rlly wanna go back to writing since its really a fun and productive hobby to do along side w drawing and singing, ive been quite focused on leisure activities whenever i had the chance to take a break from school. This is off topic but I also have a choir to attend too, which means id have to study the songs so i wont be left out during our performances, really i love how the story received from positive reviews so far even if it means just leaving some kudos.


But author! does this mean you'll be quitting? no! but this work will be in a hiatus until i get my ass back on track - art block combined w writer's block? hell naw. But hey! if you want me to do one shots, thats cool too! you can suggest in my tumblr page for suggestions and ideas. Im approachable, i dont bite lmfao. 

Anyways, rlly sorry for those who was on the edge for waiting the next chapter, tho im still active in social media. xoxo!