So, I finally got around to writing this. The idea for this story has been in the works for a while, about two months in fact, but I didn't really have the time to work on it. Besides notes here and there, along with some plotting, I couldn't work on it as much as I would have liked. However, I am pleased to announce that is no longer the case and finally I can start to work on it.
Note, this story is very, very NSFW. While I want to write this as a slice of life and coming to age story, there is no doubt there will be a lot of sex. Yes, this is effectively a porn story with a plot, and there will be a lot of porn. Some of it tame, some of it kinky, and a lot of it will be very emotional. If for any reason this is not your cup of tea, you might not wish to read this. Fair warning right now. Each chapter that has anything really explicit or what might cause discomfort will have their own warnings, but I can assure you there will be nothing involving real violence, bodily fluids (besides of course ejaculation) or dysfunctional relationships. While there will be drama, the relationships here will be depicted on a whole as healthy and wholesome.
The main pairing here will be MercyKill, Symmrat, and McHanzo. There will be other pairings though minor to start out with. They may grow in importance or they may not, depends on how the story progresses.
One last one on the story. This is an AU so the ages aren't according to the canon. I've made several characters much younger. For example, Jack is 29, Gabe is 30, and Ana is 34 while her daughter is 8. Sombra is 16 and McCree and Angela are 21. Hanzo is 22 and Genji is 20. Most of the other ages are according to canon and if they're not, will be pointed out later.
Also, disclaimer that I'm just putting in the first chapter because there's really no sense to repeating myself over and over. I do not own Overwatch, it is instead owned by Blizzard. This is only intended as a tribute for fans who like to read such things. I make no profit off of this. It's just for fun. That is all. Please support the official release by playing Overwatch. Thank you.
Chapter 1: Who Wouldn't be a Little Curious?
The phone ringing was the only sound besides the rain splattering on the windows of the small office. Settled in a small little district of other businesses, some lawyers, some doctors or dentists, and a few miscellaneous all wrapped up in a long, brown building curved in the shape of a crescent moon with a large circle for a parking lot. Usually busy for this time of day, but the rain had a way of killing clientele visiting hours like a shot to the gut.
Not that rain was that big of a surprise. Winter was just creeping in at the start of December, but it was still too warm in Los Angeles for it to be snowing in any sense. A rare occasion anyway, so it seemed water was usually the way winter rolled in and left. It felt almost depressing in comparison to the usual hot and warm climate.
Fuck almost, no it was depressing. The pitter-patter of water on the front windows was irritating, an assault on the brain. Even just from hearing it, one could tell that it was a fat rain, and dirty. The kind that got on your skin and made you itch in ways that made you want to wash. Imagine that, the need to wash off water.
It was just one of the many, many things making Gabriel Reyes want to break something.
Along with something else.
"Will one of you damn, lazy brats answer the phone already?!" he yelled from the back office. It wasn't for him, if it was, then it would have rung on his cell or in his office directly. More than likely it was a client, and one of the lousy kids he'd decided to hire, because apparently he was a moron, could answer it.
"I'm on it!" a high pitched, playful voice called before the ringing stopped. He allowed himself a sigh of relief. "Hola, amigo! Thank you for calling Blackwatch HQ, where we bust kneecaps at reasonable rates!"
A bark of laughter filled the room before Gabriel launched up from his desk and stormed to the front lobby. The place was small really, just his own office, the front lobby along with a small storage room and restroom. Said lobby was empty right now, manned by his two brats who were both howling with laughter as he snatched the phone out of the hand of a shaking sixteen year old, her black and purple hair bouncing as she rolled around in her chair behind the reception desk. Matched up with her, a brown haired young man couldn't seem to control himself either, filledthe room with their raucous hilarity.
The joke wasn't even what had them laughing, and he knew it. These two just loved pushing his buttons.
"Sombra! Jesse! Shut the hell up!" he snapped at them before holding the phone to his ear. "Hello. Thank you for calling Blackwatch. How can I help you?"
"Hey Gabe. Are they acting up again?" a familiar voice asked on the line.
"Jack?" he asked. "What are you doing calling the business line? Is something wrong?"
"Sorry. I would have called your cell, but I didn't know if you were busy or not. I was just going to leave a message with whoever picked up," he explained. "I'm going to be a bit late getting back to the office. There was a bit of an accident on the firing range."
"Oh shit. Is everything okay?" he asked, worry for his best friend overriding any anger he was feeling before. Sombra and Jesse seemed to hear it in his tone and stopped immediately, now watching the man curiously.
"No, no, everything is fine. Nothing major. There was just an accidental discharge of a firearm on the range, one of the new recruits didn't check to see if he'd gotten all the rounds out. It was just while everyone was packing up for the day and it went off as it was getting put inside of its holdings. Nothing but a plastic case got messed up," Jack explained. "It is destruction though and that always needs paperwork."
"Ah hell. You went over safety procedures with them, right?" Gabriel asked.
"Of course I did," he assured him. "I doubt it'll affect the commission. Some veterans were sitting in too, and anyone could attest I went over what to do after firing. It's just going to take a while to get this all handled. I might not be back before closing hours."
"Mmmm, you know what? It's fine. If anything it'll show the little punks they should be listening to you," he mused as he scratched at his beard. "You want me to come pick you up after work? I can."
"Nah, I'll just take the bus back home," Jack assured him. "I'll call you on the cell if there are any further developments, okay?"
"Alright. Good luck. I'll see you tomorrow," he said before he hung up.
"Is everything okay?" Jesse asked as he looked up at Gabriel from the desk both he and Sombra were sitting at. He scowled a little at seeing the desk covered in papers of crosswords and other strewn about newspapers.
"Clean up, you two," he snapped, but there wasn't much venom in his voice. "Jack is fine. Some idiot new police officer that Jack was training didn't check his pistol before putting it away. Damn idiot. If it loses us our commission with the L.A.P.D. I'm gonna be pissed."
"You're always pissed," Sombra pointed out as she leaned back in her chair and inspected her nails before smirking at him. "Papi needs a stiff drink, eh?"
"Shut the fuck up, brat," he said, though honestly that didn't sound like a bad idea. Not during work hours though. It was only two in the afternoon. Way too early to be letting himself get sauced. "Jesse, do us a favor and order some take out or something. We're not doing anything else anyway. Might as well get something to eat."
The two younger people glanced at each other before Jesse scoffed.
"Please tell me you're kidding?" he asked, his tone actually sounding hopeful.
"What? Don't want to make the call?" Gabriel asked with a hint of a growl.
"No, it's nothing like that," he said before he gave a small frown. "You don't remember, do you?"
Gabriel thought it over for a second, trying to figure out what McCree was talking about.
"Oh come on!" the young man snapped, his tone a bit upset and annoyed. "You promised me we'd do this today!"
Gabriel paused and thought it over a bit. Okay, clearly something was wrong. He'd made a promise to Jesse, something important… and having to do with lunch? His mind came up with a blank for a moment or two before it clicked.
"Oh, oh right," he said. "That was today?"
"Spaced it, amigo," Sombra drawled to Jesse, holding out her hand. He grumbled a bit and pulled out a crumpled up bill from his back pocket and tossed it at her face, but she cackled as she held up the fifty in triumph.
"I can't believe you forgot," Jesse grumbled.
"Alright, alright. Don't get all pouty on me," he said, his tone apologetic even if he wasn't saying the words. "You're a full grown man. Act like it."
"Yeah right," Jesse said with a trace of a smirk on his lips.
"Don't get smart with me. I still don't see why this has to be during lunch break. I could take you just as easily this evening. Maybe bring Jack along," he offered.
"Jack doesn't like going there. He only does it to keep you from getting drug away by some sex crazed loco," Sombra pointed out.
"What would you know about it?" he asked her and just when she opened her mouth, continued. "The answer to that better be not a god damn fucking thing or you're grounded until I go gray."
For once, the teenager wisely shut her mouth.
"It's just… it's gonna be weird, first thing at night," Jesse admitted. "I figured we could go there, you could introduce me around to the casuals and then we could be on our way. When I go there at night, I want to be by myself anyway. This is just to get my feet wet."
Gabriel had to admit, the logic made a whole lot of sense. It wasn't everyday that someone turned 21, and while they were waiting for the weekend to officially celebrate with cake and a party so that everyone could come, this was something Jesse didn't want to wait on. Finally old enough to go out and get himself a drink, it only made sense he'd want to hit a bar.
Though it was clear his eagerness was not keeping him from having some trepidations about going to the club in question. Hell, who wouldn't be nervous their first time? It wasn't like he'd ever encouraged Jesse to be into the same things Gabriel liked for a hobby. He'd have been just as happy to take him to some sports bar or even strip club, but the southern man had made it clear this is what he wanted to experience.
It only made sense. The older latino man had never gone out of his way to talk about his hobbies, but it's not like those close to him didn't know. He never made an attempt to hide it.
"Okay, then we can go. Sombra, you want to take your break now or when we get back?"
"Mmm, I think I'll just order out for myself and stay here," she said. "I don't want to leave when Jesse is back. Wanna hear all about this."
"Fine, fine. Hold down the fort while we're gone, and if there's an emergency, call me," he instructed, words he'd left behind for her a million times. She smiled and nodded in conformation before he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Be good, and answer the phone properly. I'll call and check if I have to."
"Okay, okay, Papi. Just go. I'm not a baby," she said, getting up from the desk and pushing him toward the door. Impressive considering he had a full head of height on her and weighed a good seventy or so pound more than her in pure muscle. Not like he was fighting her or anything though.
Jesse followed him out, eagerly tugging his jacket on and keeping his cowboy hat firm on his head. He was really looking forward to this, Gabriel could tell. Every since Jesse had found out about this kind of thing he'd been curious.
"Okay, come on," he said as he walked over to his car, a black and sleek Mercedes-Benz. Not a brand new year, but an impressive car nonetheless. He got inside and closed the door behind himself, waiting for Jesse to get in as well. "Alright, now before we do this, we go over the rules, okay?"
"Are you serious?"
"You want me to start this car?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Okay, okay. Shoot," Jesse said with a small sigh.
"Okay, rule one. You leave a drink?"
"It's trash. Dump it the second I can."
"Good."
"Think a guy's drink could be spiked?" he asked curiously. "Really?"
"Yes, I've seen it happen, and unlike when it happens to a woman, most of the time people don't say anything if they see it. You always, always stay safe, no matter what gender you are. Rule two. The people you enter with-"
"Are the people I leave with. No hook ups before I chat with someone and meet them a couple times," Jesse rattled off like he was reciting a text book. "You do know I have rolled in the hay before, right?"
"Don't care. One night stands aren't a good idea with a stranger. You know who you go home with, and that's more than a first name," he replied. "You have to know them at least a little or it's opening a whole big can of worms. Don't want an angry spouse coming in and shooting up the bedroom while you scramble for your pants."
"That… sounds like a very specific example," Jesse pointed out suspiciously.
"Rule three?" Gabriel asked pointedly, not answering him on that point.
"Rule three. If someone I see is getting hassled, I step in and help them. Keep others safe and alert someone who can take care of it officially," he answered.
"Don't get physical first, but if someone starts it..."
"Then whoop that pendejo's ass," Gabriel finished for him. "Good. Glad to see you've been listening."
"Well, you talk about it enough," the younger man admitted as he watched them pass streets in the rain. Cars passed them by, lights on and bright in the rain but despite the poor weather there was a bit of an excitement brewing in the car, like a calm before a storm, just on the edge of picking up. "This kind of thing, can it really be dangerous?"
"Accidents happen even with those you can trust, Jesse," Gabriel explained. "You can always meet a slimeball that seems like a decent guy, or find out in the very middle of it something you thought you'd be fine with is something you can't stand and have to demand it stop. It's not like that's exclusive to the scene though. It can happen in all kinds of sex, but you have to be especially careful on matters like this. There's nothing to say you can't have a very good time though. Just keep in mind, you're new and inexperienced. It's always going to be a little off the first few times."
"Okay. Well, I'll try to keep my cool," he answered with a nod of his head. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked out the window again, a smirk starting to form on his lips. Gabriel could tell the kid was really looking forward to this. Though, that didn't seem to be what was on Jesse's mind, not from the way he was suddenly giggling and snorting in laughter.
"What?" Gabriel asked.
"Think in five years you'll be bringing Sombra?" he asked with a laugh.
Gabriel nearly crashed his very nice and very expensive car trying to strangle the young punk.
By the time they reached their destination, Gabriel was still seething, and from the shit eating grin on Jesse's face, he was still laughing on the inside. The brat should know better, mentioning sex and Sombra together in one sentence. Personally, he didn't care if she did get involved in the scene. She probably would, in one way or the other when she was old enough. You get raised with something, you think it's the norm, and he was sure Jesse would blab about everything he would do soon enough.
No, it was just that she was too young yet. He had a firm rule, no sex until she was eighteen. Once she was a legal adult, she could do whatever or whoever she liked, as long as she was careful. He had the same rule for Jesse, though he could barely enforce that with Jesse since he had already been legal when they'd met and wasn't Gabriel's child. Still, he felt protective of both of them, even if they drove him up wall. It was his role as her father to protect her.
He'd been protecting her the last six years from everything in the world that might try to hurt her, he wasn't going to stop now. Hell, he wasn't going to stop until he was dead, but he knew there were going to have to be points when he let go a little more each time, gave her some freedom. For now though, he had two years before he was going to permit that kind of shit to go down.
Stepping out of the car, he saw the parking lot was just as empty as it had been at his own business. Well, Thursday afternoons were hardly swinging times for a bondage club, especially in the rain. While there were about half a dozen cars around, he was willing to bet just about all of them belonged to an employee. That was better anyway. He liked the idea of Jesse meeting the staff, getting to know them so if anything happened he knew who to go to. Getting casual with the people who worked at the bars always provided a safer environment.
"God damn, this place looks gaudy as hell," Jesse said as he looked up at it, water dripping from his hat.
"It's more impressive at night," Gabriel admitted. When it was dark and with proper lighting, the place looked forbidden and naughty. In the daylight… yeah, maybe gaudy was the right word, or tacky. Amazing what dim lights could do for a place.
The building was pretty large, three stories up and painted a slightly dark lilac color. The roof was a black metal and all the windows were tinted a darker blue. With an archway for a door, metal castings with electric lanterns hanging off the building at every window, and gargoyles places on several perches, it looked a bit like a knock off of cheap gothic architecture. Well, it was technically. Even the wrought iron sign in flowing, looping letters reading La Petite Mort seemed kind of like a cheap Halloween sign in this rain, even though he knew it was real.
"Lay Patight Mort?" Jesse asked, mangling the pronunciation of the title. Gabriel didn't bother to inform him, hoping Amélie would hear Jesse say it. She did get a kick out of... correcting people, especial in her native tongue, the lousy flirt.
"It's French," he supplied. "It means, little death."
"Little death?" he asked. "So… is this some weird goth club?"
Gabriel snickered. Damn, sometimes it was hard to believe this kid wasn't a virgin. Well, it wasn't really his fault. Gabriel himself had traveled a lot himself during the war. He'd met a lot of interesting people, seen and learned a lot. Jesse on the other hand had never seen combat outside of Mexico, and that had ended pretty shortly afterward. Speaking of which…
"Hey, you gonna be okay?" he asked him suddenly. "With that?"
He indicated to Jesse's left arm and Jesse looked down at it. He curled the metal fingers, testing the joints. He'd had it for almost three years now, and while Jesse was hardly self-conscious about it, Gabriel knew sometimes it got to him. It wasn't like replacement limbs were rare or anything, but it certainly wasn't every person you passed on the block that had one. People were going to be bound to notice and when picking up dates, that wasn't always the first thing you wanted to catch someone's eye. It tended to always be the first thing anyone noticed about Jesse and while the boy tolerated it, it had also ruined a few dates for him when the guy he was with wouldn't stop staring.
"I'll be fine. I'll tell people I lost it to a kinky gimp with an ax," the young man laughed.
He wasn't sure he really believed how joyful he sounded, but he nodded and opened the door, letting Jesse in first.
He felt a second of pleasure when the kid screamed when he walked in and literally bumped into a towering man in a black, leather pig mask, covered in tattoos and almost nothing else except pants and boots. At least he wasn't carrying an ax.
Though somehow Gabriel doubted the chainsaw hanging in the man's hand by his side was any better.
"JESUS CHIRST!" Jesse hollered.
"Jesse, relax. It's just-"
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
"Jesse, will you-"
"JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY LORDY NO!"
"Jesse! Knock it off!" Gabriel yelled, getting tired very quickly of the cowboy's shouting. "It's just Mako!"
"Huh?" Jesse asked, his voice a quiet whimper. He'd quickly scrambled behind Gabriel, literally hiding behind him while trying not to look like he was hiding. Pointless really, when you considered the screaming.
"Oh for the love of, Jesse McCree, this is Mako Rutledge. Mako, this is Jesse."
The person named grunted a bit, but didn't raise his hand in greeting. Either he was annoyed, or didn't care. Could be either with this guy. He was hard to read, even for men like Gabriel.
"Mako does work here on the stage sometimes. Calm the fuck down," he hissed to Jesse.
"He's staff?" Jesse asked.
"Not exactly. He has a couple business partners. They own a sex shop. They just do a lot of business here, that's all. Now come on," he said, tugging Jesse along with him as Mako lumbered out the door and continued on his way. True enough, the large stage ahead looked like some work was getting done on it, a few hoists and benches in the middle of being constructed. A tall and skinny man with dirty blond hair was up on stage, working on a harness and banging his head to the music coming from his headphones, singing along loudly and off key to the garbage he called music.
The stage itself was huge, taking up a good third of the first floor. The whole place had a polished wood finish and a big bar that was a circle in the middle of the building for people to go to. On the right hand side there were tables and chairs, all black metal with purple cushioning, for people to watch the stage or relax, and the left hand side had a dance floor along with a dj stage, currently empty. There were only a few people milling about, though most of them had stopped to look at the source of the screaming.
"Uh… hi," Jesse said with a wave before looking away, his face flushing.
"Don't be shy. Ain't the first time they'd heard that noise," Gabriel said teasingly. It made the young man flush, but also made him eager to prove himself, stomping right up to the bar. Like Gabriel had figured, there was only a few people here and all of them worked here. While this place was open to customers this time of day, it was very rarely for the sake of a good time. Mostly when people came in here to spend money before the sun went down it was to book the stage, a private party, or to get V.I.P. passes or regular tickets in advance for a special event. Not much business to be had at a club like this before nightfall really. Things like that. Though the waitress Mei was already setting up tables, she smiled and waved at Gabriel, and he waved back before nodding to the large woman next to her. Zarya nodded back, a mutual sign of respect for a fellow veteran of the war. Bouncing at a bar was certainly easier than fighting against Omnics, that was for sure, but she never seemed to lose her serious nature. He liked that about her.
Striding up to the bar, he already saw Jesse chatting up the woman behind it. She wasn't as tall as Jesse, but she still had an impressive figure, straight and firm, a coy smile on her face. Amélie Lacroix always held an aura of power to her, strong but feminine as well. Co-owner of the club in question, she had many admirers her, both for her beauty, sense of presence and grace. She was far from an ice queen though, sweet in her own way, like a cat that could coo and seduce birds to her, only to show her fangs afterward. If she weren't married, she probably would have been able to hit up just about anyone who came to the bar. Hell, even if she weren't, she could probably snag someone but as far as Gabriel knew she never needed anyone else. Probably had for business to cheat on your business partner anyway.
"Hey, Amélie," he said as he walked up to the bar. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to pour us a couple drinks?"
"Oh Gabriel, Gabriel. One must wait their turn, no?" she asked him before turning back to Jesse. "I must admit, I've never seen a cowboy before. How rustic."
"He's gay, Amélie," he informed her simply.
"Ugh. So brash. You'll never land a wife, speaking so crudely. Even if nothing happens, one can still enjoy the company of a pretty face," she said as she curled her fingers under Jesse's chin. "Your protege, I take it?"
"You talk about me here?" Jesse asked happily. Gabriel just grunted and shrugged.
"You've come up."
"He brags about you nonstop when he has too much to drink," the bartender mock whispered to him, loud enough Gabriel knew she wasn't even trying to keep her comment hidden. "It is very cute."
"Drinks?" he asked pointedly, ignoring Jesse who had stars in his eyes. "Of course I talk about you, kid. You're a good person. Why wouldn't I?"
"Protege. She said protege."
"My god, you finally learned how to listen to someone talking and it's not me?" Gabriel barked at him, but it did nothing to damper the mood. Ah, fuck it. Let the kid be happy.
"So, what is the occasion?" she asked as she pulled a few bottles out. She didn't need to ask what he wanted. He'd been here more than enough times.
"It's my twenty-first, ma'am," Jesse replied.
"Ma'am? Mmm, aren't you delicious?" she cooed at him, pinching his cheek before getting back to the drinks. "Well, in that case the drinks are on the house. I'm surprised you didn't come when there was more action going on though."
"He insisted coming here on his own," Gabriel supplied. "I didn't want him to do it like that, so I told him he only could if I brought him first. During the day was a compromise. He'll be back tonight."
"Well then, we will have a party for you, right here," she offered. "You like cake?"
"I do, ma'am."
"I'll whip you up someone nice," she informed him, to which Jesse looked confused.
"Don't you mean something?" he asked her.
"No," she chuckled before pushing the mixed drinks to him and Gabriel. "Here."
Jesse looked both hot under the collar and excited all at the same time. Probably a good thing Amélie would be here. Despite her words, Gabriel knew she wouldn't do anything bad and would no doubt keep an eye on him. Picking up the drink, he was just about to take a sip when the door opened again. He glanced over, thinking it was Mako come back with more tools, but instead there was a young woman there.
She hardly looked like she belonged in a place like this, blond hair tied up in a ponytail with clear blue eyes. With baby blue jeans and a long and fluffy white sweater that reached past her hips and was topped with a thin gold chain as a belt around her waist, along with a necklace with two rings on it of the same metal, she looked way too innocent to be here. Closing her white umbrella with lace, she shook it gently to get the water off and left it by the door, her white and light gray plaid patterned rain boots clopping gently on the floor.
The woman came right up to the bar, smiling softly, her make-up faint but cute, made to be modest but it had a natural beauty to it.
"Hello," she said, her voice soft, but thick with an accent. German? He wasn't sure. It sounded like it, but he didn't recognize the dialect. He was usually pretty good at that kind of thing too, having such a knack for languages. On the other hand, he'd only been stationed in Germany for a year and a half. Not enough time to have seen every corner of the place.
"Uh… hi," he said, wondering why she was talking to him but she just passed right by, squeezing between him and Jesse to lean against the counter.
"Excuse me," she said with a polite nod before she looked at Amélie. "I'm sorry, I feel silly for asking this, but did you happen to find a book here last night? It's a large one, blue cover. The title is Medical Surgical Pathology."
"Oh yes. Someone turned it in," the bartender replied. "It's upstairs in my office."
"Thank you. The name inside should be for Angela, if you need to check my identification to make sure it's mine?" she offered.
Amélie just laughed.
"You're not picking up a purse or diamond ring," she replied. "If it makes you happy though. I don't want to be giving out the wrong thing to anyone."
"Thank you," she said sweetly. "I'll just wait here."
She moved to wait over at the far end of the bar, humming softly and drumming her fingers on the smooth wood. Gabriel wasn't surprised to see her nails were a soft pink, a bit long but round instead of pointed. She had to be the most vanilla woman he'd ever seen.
Part of him considered saying something, a greeting of some kind, but she didn't seem to be here to mingle. On the other hand, she clearly had been last night. He couldn't figure out why she'd had a text book with her, especially one like that. What kind of kinky shit was she into? It didn't seem like it would be polite to ask though, so he just went back to his drink.
"Well, hi there!" Jesse called, causing him to nearly spit out the alcohol. "You come here too?"
"Jesse! Protocol!" he hissed. "You got to make sure they're comfortable with you before you just-"
"Jesse?" the young woman asked, looking surprised, her eyes widening. "Jesse McCree, is that you?"
Wait…
What?
End of Chapter 1
Okay, bit of a cliffhanger there but don't worry. I plan to write more as soon as I'm able to. I hope, despite this being an AU, I got the characters down to everyone's liking. Some were only there for a second but I promise everyone will be fleshed out as much as I'm able. I just didn't want this running on for too long.
Hope everyone likes Gabriel. I tried to write him less as an asshole, more as a put upon father figure with a bit of a temper because his kids are constantly dancing on his last nerve and they know it. They're too good at it too, and they know it.
If you like please review. I do so love them.