2 Works by phantomuser1967
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He felt strong arms wrap around his frame, and for the first time in what felt like forever he felt a dull sense of what he could only describe as security, despite his current situation, despite being in the midst of a fucking war he couldn't help the strange feeling.
It was almost nice, in a fucked up way.
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Finally, he looked forward.
His gaze was met with a dark skinned torso, largely unlike his own, more broad and masculine. And completely unblemished. Dragging his gaze upwards, past huge pectorals and frowning lips, he was finally met with a familiar face.
Sandman.