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Sorry for some grammar mistakes. I'm only human as Genji would say.
The night seems to grow to a halt as everyone felt sleep take effect. While some members left hours before such as 76 and Reaper. Others just fell asleep right where they stood. Using beer bottles rather than pillows. Only a handful of heroes were still up as the night ticked on away at that ungodly hour.
Hanzo standing right outside of the main room. Looking inward through the doors at the mess before him. He spots Reinhardt and Zarya asleep on scattered pieces of wood. Not caring if they were on broken glass. No one knows who won the arm wrestling match, but the table sure didn't stand a chance. A very expensive table, that he hopes, they will replace with one of equal value.
Moreover, sleepy Lucio, Mei, and Hana snuggled up the couch. Watching one of the movies Hana stared in. All while listening to Lucio's healing track. Turned way down low. He remembers Lucio mentioning that it helps insomnia. Hanzo sighs at himself. If only could bring himself to ask for the track to help his with that problem.
Hanzo rolls his eyes as notices Mercy out cold with a marker on her face. She fell asleep on top of the poker table with Torbjörn and Pharaoh not too far away. Those two were face down on the floor with cards stickered to them. Stuck by the resin left behind by booze and wine coolers. Wine coolers belong to Torbjörn which was surprising to everyone. Not thinking that the swiss man would be so fond of them. Torbjörn and Pharaoh both had markers litter around them. The bowman just hopes they didn't write on anything elts.
"Oh heads up love. Coming through," Tracer bumps past him. She was the only one left moving about. Without a sound, she places blankets on Roadhog and Junkrat. They were slumped up in the corner. The rat was lying on top of the hog's stomach. Smiling, Tracer takes the rest of blankets in her arm and goes blinking around until everyone had a blanket.
Turning off the lights, she paces backward. Moving her head back to look at Hanzo. Spinning her whole body to look at him. Quickly blowing her bangs out of her face, Tracer whispers. "Thanks for hosting us," She then whispers. "I can see why you are upset. Just look at the place. If anything I'm on the job. All clean up this mess right up... but in the morning?" Looking at everyone sleeping, Tracer winks at the man. "I don't want to wake them up. Heroes deserve a rest once in awhile," Tracer ask. "If you don't mind… that is,"
Silently they watch the sleeping room. Hanzo scratches his beard as he whispers back. "I will let them sleep for now." Looking over everyone he then whispers. "Where are the others? Some are missing,"
"Worry not love, Symmetra and Winston left a while ago. Oh and so did Zenyatta with Bastion. Something about beeps and boops and robot talk." Tracer puts her hands on her hips. "I don't know where Genji went or McCree."
"That's fine," Hanzo whispers still mad at Genji but knew he wouldn't go and break down the house unsupervised. As for McCree... Hanzo didn't care to think to hard about him. He could still feel the tinge of heat on his ears. It made him curve up his lip trying his best to get his head straight.
Crossing his arms as he began to slip. That cowboy's booming voice rings in his ears. Drawing him back to events earlier.
Snarling silently to himself Hanzo clenched his teeth. All because of that stupid McCree's words. And how the cowboy kept on staring at him. And being so happy to listen to what he had to say. Also, he had to be so touchy feely. Then there was the eye thing. There he goes on thinking about it again! What comes with them thoughts? A strange embarrassing feeling in his stomach.
Hanzo was so glad that the lights were off. Darkness hid away the reds brought on by embarrassment. An embarrassment that came from nowhere. That had no business being plastered to his face. All he knew it was McCree's fault somehow.
Tracer interrupts Hanzo's thought. This caught him off guard as Tracer whispers. "I'm glad you had right fun at the end."
"Fun?" Hanzo questions.
"You and McCree silly. You two talking up a storm and all that. I'm glad that your making friends," She stops as she feels Hanzo angrily glares at her. Burning holes right through her. "Or not making friends?"
"We are not friends,"
Tracer retorts. "Well, I have known McCree for a while. So I can say for certain he taking a like to you. I mean truly, liking you a lot." At the moment, she said that Hanzo put his hand to his chest. Feeling his heart skip a beat. More than skip it. It jumped right up to the back of his throat. Tracer unaware of Hanzo's distress swings her hands back forth as she hums. "You know your his friend when he gets all rough and tough with ya. He only drinks with his buddies after all,"
"Oh thank god," Hanzo utters to himself as he misunderstood what she said. Almost having a heart attack would be really a shame. The beating in his head quieted but didn't leave as he focused on Tracer's words.
She goes on to notes. "Yet he seems rather tame talking to you. He's more aware of other people's feelings than you think," Tracer twirls around then stops to say. "I bet if you just straight up and say no, he would back off. If you really aren't friends"
Hanzo covers his mouth for a moment and whispers. "I wish I knew that earlier,"
"Than again," Tracer adds. "I think he would feel rather sad to hear that you didn't consider him a buddy, though. Friends are important,"
"As I said," Clearing his voice, Hanzo tries his best to convince her. "We are not friends and will never be friends. Acquaintances, sure, but friends? No," He even scoffs. " I feel indifferent if he'd be upset by this," Hanzo grunts at Tracer. "Anyway, I have no need for friends,"
"You would make Hana cry if she heard you. She considers you and her B.F.F's," Hanzo *risks at her. Tracer huffs in return as she points out. "Even when your drunk your not very fun to be around," She then puts her hand to her cheek. "I don't know how McCree got you to smile. No less laugh,"
Hanzo grunts to himself more than at Tracer's statement. "I have no idea why. We are not friends for the last time,"
"Yeah sure," Tracer smiles at him. "And London isn't rainy and made of brick,"
"I beg to differ," Trying to get out of this sinking ship of a conversation. Hanzo asks. "We are missing one,"
"One?" Tracer hums back. "One what?"
"The spider," Hanzo asks, "Where is she? Widowmaker?"
Stumbling her words Tracer quickly turns away from him. "Amélie? Um… she is. I know where she is. No need to worry love. It's not like she asked me to have a chit chat… outside. And. And. I'm avoiding doing that because of what happened in the closet one time," Blinking around the room back to Hanzo. "I have to go, but I promise to clean up Love. Just not now. I need to hide from her. No I mean to find her. Right-O!"
Hanzo shakes his head and turns his back to her. "Why is everyone so strange tonight. Whatever. I will be retiring for the night," Before sliding the shoji close, Hanzo comments. "You have my thanks for your help. Just make sure overwatch doesn't skip out on the bill,"
"Will do love," Tracer mumbles as the shoji closes in her face.
In a deep sigh, Hanzo covers his eyes with his hand. Sliding it down his face as he knew he wasn't going sleep well tonight. Even with alcohol in him and the late hour striking before his head. Insomnia was gonna get him in the end like always. He be lucky to sleep for an hour or two.
The bowman took his sweet time going up the stairs to the second floor. Exiting into the very dim lighted hallway, where the moonlight flooded in from the windows. The only source of light in the whole upstairs. For modern conveniences, the walls were solid through and through. Along with hardy doors and wood planked floors. Little decoration and little care went into this hallway. Only a dark oak table at the base of the wall and an old ink painting. That was about it. Kept clean as a whistle.
Hanzo stops before his master bedroom door. It centered right in the middle of the hallway. The moon glaring at him through the window. Wind brush passes the man. Catching the man's focus. Oddly, he sees that the window was open. Hanzo doesn't move to close it right away. Peering outside from where he stood to see the skies. They were clear of everything other than stars and darkness. Lights from the city could be seen in the distance. Little ways from his new home. It fails to bother him, nor did he even hear the noises it made.
Honestly, he missed that. The noise of a city. More specifically, he missed the noise of Hanamura. That arcade making a racket with its bells and whistles. The occasional yeahs and ohs. The smell of good foods that wafts in the air there. Sentimental, Hanzo grips the door's trim lightly. There are tons of reasons why he can't go back, but at moment, the liquor made them all vanish. Replacing it with the few wonderful memories he did have there.
Mostly, Hanzo remembers the claw game for some reason. It pops right up in his head. The one with the squeaky turnips mascots in. The sound of them squeaking was an amusing thought. So amusing that he could not help himself. Smiling, he puts his fist up to his mouth as he couldn't help, but laugh at the character. Laughing at its eternal squeaking in his head. He was shaking a bit as he kept it in. The laughter couldn't control. Poorly hidden and yet truly his own undoing.
"Sorta nice, ain't it?" A rough, but smooth voice rings. Freezing in place at the sound. Yes, Hanzo completely forgot what he was doing. And yes he didn't hear them boots clicking across the floor. Stopping right behind him. "Letting the moment take ya for a spin aren't ya, Partner?" Turning quickly to see McCree tipping his hat at him. Twirling a toothpick in his mouth as he smiles. "Howdy,"
Before what was what. McCree found a short blade pressed up to his neck. Hanzo eyes sharpened as he held it. "Well shit," McCree says to the man. "Fixin to kill me I put it?" McCree puts his hands up slightly as he remarks coolly. "Came to finish a smoke here earlier. Forgot to close the winder," Nodding his head over to the open window. "Didn't mean to scare ya,"
Hanzo looks the man up and down. Huffing, he slides his knife up his sleeve once more. "You did not scare me," Hanzo insists on turning his head away. Exhaling hard at the surprise.
"Sure ya not," McCree whistles as he rubs his neck. Little too close for his comfort. The cowboy than signs. "Do you always carry knives on ya?"
"A knife," Hanzo cross his arms. Angry that he didn't hear the cowboy walk up to him. Furthermore, Hanzo felt the familiar warmth on his cheeks and ears again. A shade of red that been messing with him all night. It was McCree's fault once more for making him feel weird. Not wanting him to see his embarrassment, Hanzo locks onto the floor molding. Not daring to show his face up at the man.
Wrestling with the toothpick, McCree saw a glimpse of the man's face. Determined to see more of it. McCree softens his expression as he reiterates. "Do you always carry a knife on ya?"
"Yes…." Hanzo persists, only to grow quiet. He notices McCree move in the corner of his eye. The cowboy puts his prosthetic hand onto his hip. All while his regular hand found his hat; keeping up on his head. McCree then steps a foot forward and leans slightly right. Hanzo tries to ignore the strange action and continues on poorly. "If I don't... have my bow on me, I carry… it,"
"Yeah," McCree smirks as he leans in a little more. Flicking the toothpick with his tongue, while trying to catch another glimpse of Hanzo's face. Though the man wouldn't let him. "Tell me little more about it,"
Razing his eyebrow, Hanzo slowly stutters. "I-I. Um. That's really it-"
"Is that really all you have to say… " McCree grins as Hanzo completely turns his head away from the man. Blatantly avoiding McCree's attempt. "What with the chuckle before, horse feathers?"
"Don't call me that," Hanzo whispers through his teeth. Clenching his jaw so hard trying to avoid the man's look.
'Hmmm?" McCree pretends not to hear him. "I dunno what you said. Hallor that again for me," In a smoothly silky voice, McCree says. "Horsefeathers,"
Hanzo's whole face flinches at the name. He finally looks at the man right in the eye. "Do you want an arrow shove down your throat! Do not call me that," There he was face to face with the man, when Hanzo realized what he had done. His voice dies down to silents.
Completely underly mute. Even his surroundings became vacant of noise. As if everything went numb including his mind. Hanzo instinctively steps back. That was a short-lived plan as his back hits up against the door.
Swallowing nervously at how close the man really was, Hanzo tensed up. Shoulders wounded up tightly and legs braced. He was so stiff he could hardly breathe. Helplessly, his eyes were trapped by McCree's. That is where he really notice something. A few inches meant a lot at moments likes these. The height differences between him and McCree was laughable. Hanzo had to raise his head up little to meet McCree's gaze. Oh, man did Hanzo's eyes said it all. What he was feeling right at that moment. Like a deer in head lights. Big eye and flustered to no ends.
Hanzo could feel the man study his face. Judging the way the color burned into his skin. That damn red blush that he could not seem to control. Ear to ear it spread across his cheeks. It surely will be the death of him.
"There we go. Now I have a good look of ya," McCree says in a low-key voice. He arched his arm over Hanzo's head. It rests up against the door above the bowman. Leaning in as he stares at the man. "Wasn't too hard was it? I won't call you horse feathers again,"
Hanzo stays quiet. Being that his mind gave out on him and all. He felt really warm. Super warm, but somehow his sweat was cold. God, he wishes it was because of the alcohol. So desperately wished. Hanzo deep down knew it was something else at play. A feeling so strange. His mind flashes to what Tracer said. All he need to say was stop. That simple word, but at the same time. He. He really didn't want to say it. This is what really made him so angry at himself.
Out of nowhere or maybe from that anger. A calmness returns to him. Exhaling silently as he tries to control his breathing. Still blushing his heart out, he manages to say. "Anata wa baka desu"
"I think I hear you say that one before," McCree winks at the man. This action sends shivers down Hanzo's spine. "Come on don't hush up now. You never did finish the story about the two-headed lady,"
"I don't plan on it," Hanzo grunts as he started to get back his cool. Holding onto his arms crossed as he stands his ground. Little by little as he began to feel frustrated. Not at McCree, but himself. If only stop was in his vocabulary for this night.
"I guess you'll have to tell me another time then, partner"
Hanzo snaps at him. "Never,"
"But I want to see it again," McCree coos as he watches Hanzo struggle. "Them pearly eyes you got when you spin a yarn,"
There he goes again saying strange compliments. Compliments Hanzo pegs as strange western customs or something of that magnitude. Even if he been to N. and S. America countless times without this kind of thing happening. Anyway, these compliments didn't mean anything to Hanzo. Really didn't. Truly absolutely didn't make his heart jump every time or anything of that sort. Honest. Well... that's what his head said to him.
His rather scrambled mind seem to completely forget. Forgot where he was standing. Being all wedged up between McCree and the door. In his lost mind, he snaps at the man. "Fine. I will tell you the rest later if you leave me alone,"
"Well, it's a darn shame I don't really feel like leaving," Biting down on the toothpick, McCree grins at the obvious. "You know your face looks pretty good with a little red on it,"
"Damare!(shut up)" Hanzo hiss as he yanks his head to left. Boiling up at the man's words. His face sure did have a pretty color red on it. Bright like the setting sun. I say setting as Hanzo insists on pulling his face away from the man. Making it only possible for McCree to see half of it.
"Whoa settle yourself. I just got you to look at me. No turning tail on me now," McCree takes his finger and brush the man's jaw until he reached the man's chin. Shocked by the suddenness of the touch. A feverish heat cooks Hanzo inside and out. McCree gently turns Hanzo face back to center. Hanzo now was stuck facing straight at the cowboy.
Frozen in place as McCree held onto the tip of the bowman's chin. No signs of letting go anytime soon. He even places his thumb on Hanzo's lower lip. Softly pressing and molding it as he plays with it. Never thinking it would be so smooth to the touch. In any case, McCree also never imagined he actually get this far.
McCree spits his toothpick out because it was now or never. A phrase that sings in his head for they were so close. Close enough to feel other one's breath. To hear each and every sound one another made. McCree found it strange that; while Hanzo could smell the scent of whiskey and tobacco on his breath. Along with it a faint musk of cologne. McCree couldn't make out any scent on Bowman. More he focused the strange tinge of what smelt like white wine and fruit. He wasn't too sure, though. All he knew he needs to get little more personal to figure out that answer.
However, they were so very close to begin with and yet McCree sees no refusal inside. This fills him with a smidge of hope. That all this will go well. What he been doing all night was not for nothing. So badly, he wanted it. A taste. Then again he hadn't imagined himself getting here.
Now or never begins to ring, but louder this time. The cowboys eyes narrow in on Hanzo's slightly gaping mouth. Whispering as he leans in. "I hate to leave with just a picture. I gotta have a taste too,"
Taking Hanzo's chin, McCree angles it upwards. In great surprise, at what the man was doing, Hanzo could only watch as McCree's face grow closer. Only inches from his very own and gaining ground. No words or fights about it. McCree closes his eyes as he tilts his head to the side. Hanzo's heart stopped. The only sound was the other's breathing.
Unknowingly, Hanzo scrunched up his nose and eyes. Almost as if he was about to be hit. And baby was it a hit. Before he even knew up from down. McCree brings his lips to Hanzo's in a rather lavish and honest kiss. Sloppy, but truly wholesome. Whiskers, from both sides, brush each other's face. Other than that irritation, Hanzo's lips were light as his thumb told him. Moldable as dow and the cowboy knew just how he liked it.
Hanzo felt the completely opposite with McCree's lips. Them being dry and cracked. Not very enjoyable. It was lacking something major and without thinking. Hanzo licks them as too moist them up a bit. Catching McCree off guard as the tongue touches his lips.
McCree greedily takes the moment for granted. Taking the chance, McCree tries to deepen the kiss. All by opening his mouth up to catch Hanzo's tongue. He then tangles his own with it. Deciding there on, he wouldn't pull away unless he felt satisfied. Also, McCree's thumb still held onto Hanzo's chin. Not letting up in the slightest to give Hanzo a chance to flee. McCree wanted as much as he could get. Not letting him go is part of that.
Other plans arose as Hanzo suddenly bites down on McCree's lip. Hard enough to to make McCree give up on his idea. Breaking the kiss right there and then. Both of them *tires catch their breath. They stand there staring at each other. McCree still is surprised by the bite. A drop of blood trickles off his lip. *Tacking it as a clear sign. Right away McCree stops every advance he made. His hands drop down, resting at his sides, limply.
Cursing to himself at what he has done. Forcing onto someone like that wasn't his cup of tea. Being drunk, McCree wasn't thinking right. However, he knew it wasn't a very good excuse. It made his skin his crawl just thinking about it. He went too far and crossed the line. What a terrible feeling.
Watching the bowman, McCree half expected to get a knife shoved in his neck. This doesn't happen as Hanzo right away puts the back of his hand to his mouth. Covering it as he looks down and away from McCree. Taste of nicotine and whisky grace his mouth. A strange cocktail in itself. It was rather gross and left a bad taste on his lips. Yet Hanzo allowed it to happen.
Spacing out, Hanzo's thoughts raced. He could've easily just have stopped it, but he didn't. Now he knew what the man's lips felt like on his own. The strange feeling came back to him. The one that never went away to begin with. It consumes him whole. It made him want more.
McCree sees Hanzo shutter in front of him. Stepping back to give Hanzo some space. A little bit of sadness strikes the cowboy. No, it was worse than that, but he pretended it was only a little. He tries to smirk. It didn't sit right on his face as it felt empty. "Understood. I got it. Time to cut and run," Wiping his mouth on his wrist. In the tempted to clear away the blood.
As quick as he started it, McCree tries to end it. Sighing a bit, he takes one good look at Hanzo; who was still covering his face with his hand. Tipping his hat as he turns away.
Then a hand stops him, before McCree could even walk. Gripping onto the McCree's arm, Hanzo still doesn't look up. McCree gives him a face of: what are you doing. "Gomen'nasai. Watashi wa anata o kamanai yō ni to iu imide wa arimasendeshita," Hanzo whispers quietly in Japanese. "Watashi wa teishi shitaku arimasendeshita… Watashi mo kōfun shimashita,"
Blankly McCree says to him. "What?"
Somehow or another. Maybe at the cowboy's words. Hanzo got really pissed off. Removing his hand from his face. A rich shade of red overruns his complexion with a troubled expression.
Taken by it, McCree can't help stare wide eye. Making him more upset. "Stupid fool! Learn Japanese then." Looking away quickly as he shuts his eyes in anger. "I said. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite you." Muffling the last part as he covers his mouth slightly. "I-I didn't want t-to stop. I got too excited," McCree could feel his hair stand on ends at Hanzo's words. His eyes locked on him. Stubbornly Hanzo cross his arms and glares at McCree. "Will you stop looking at me like that,"
"Having trouble believing that horse feathers," Shaking his head out of it, McCree grins at the man. "If that's true. Prove it," Cutting the man off before he could say anything elts. Hanzo roughly grabs McCree's shirt. Shoving his lips up against the cowboy. He didn't stay long what so ever because he felt goosebumps run up his spine. Snapping his head away as he still held onto McCree. Embarrassment fills Hanzo from top to bottom. The sheer bluntness of his action mixed with McCree's face was just too much.
"Dad-blame it," McCree had to also turn his head too. Shivering as he sneers. "Why did ya have ta get up and done something like that,"
Hanzo looks back at him confused. "Did I do something wrong? You said to,"
McCree wrinkles his nose as he groans. "No. No just. Shit," His hat slumps over his eyes. "You got me all hot all sudden,"
"Nani?" Hanzo, not meaning to, shouts. "What do you mean… !" Hanzo slumps his head down slowly than shoots his head right back up. His hands tremble as he still holding onto McCree's shirt. Letting go quickly as he didn't know what to do. "Gomen'nasai! I didn't mean too,"
"No it's fine," McCree grasp Hanzo's shoulders as he puts his forehead onto the bowman's forehead. Shaking a bit as he asks. "As long as it's fine with you. That is,"
"Y-yeah," Hanzo, not meaning it to sound like a yelp, but did. He also notes how warm McCree was. He too seems to have the fire under his skin. Making it feel like he wasn't the only one stressed. Hanzo whispers. "It's fine and... and can we continue or,"
McCree lifts his head up with a shine in his eyes. McCree spits on the floor. "Fuck it, I can continue doing this all night," Bluntly said as Hanzo didn't realize how far man wanted to go until now. Which he didn't mind at all at a moment.
No time to lose, McCree moves in. So fast his hat flies off his head. He pushes Hanzo up against the door. No more sweet or gentle stuff as McCree pins Hanzo's arms to the wall. Hanzo felt the heavy weight of the other press against him. McCree then shoves his leg right up between Hanzo's. Pressing and rubbing his top of his thigh up against Hanzo's crotch. Rather going right for the mouth, McCree takes a quick side road.
Burying his face into the other's neck. McCree began to suck and chew lightly on the tender spot. A small moan came bubbling up from Hanzo's voice. Abruptly it gets cut off by his pride. Not letting up in the slightest, McCree took it as a challenge. Taking his tongue he circles and caress the spot. Hanzo stretches his neck long while closing his eyes. He gives out another short-lived moan, but this time little louder. Even now he tried to keep it in.
"Let's do it," McCree coos as he doesn't let up on the man's neck. "and I want to do it hard,"
"McCree…" Between gasps, he utters the man's name. McCree doesn't stop his sucking as he almost got him to give in. "McCree…" Hanzo demands once more as he could not leave sleeping dogs lie. "You spit on my floor again. We will stop right now,"
"Jesse," McCree corrects Hanzo. "Call me by my first name,"
"F-fine," Hanzo huffs as he pulls his hand free. He places it onto McCree's head. The cowboy's hair tangles around his fingers. Hanzo pushes the head down into his neck. "Jesse-Kun,"
"I like the way you say that… " Kissing up the neck McCree catches another sweet spot. Hanzo makes another moan. This time, it seeped up and out of his chest. Only to be muffled by closing his lips tight. Undeterred, McCree keeps on trying. "By the way. I don't always spit," McCree goes on up to Hanzo ear and whispers. "I can swallow too," Grinning to himself as he blows in the man's ears. Along with that, he pressed up against Hanzo's crotch once more. McCree felt something move and then a sound. Hanzo had no choice in the matter. Letting a faint moan out as he exhales. "Is that all I had to say to get you hard? Too easy,"
All of a sudden, Hanzo moves his wrist a bit as attempts to loosen McCree's grip on it. This made McCree move his head to look at Hanzo. Though Hanzo didn't move his other hand from McCree's head. He stopped pushing down and rest it in the nest of hair.
For a moment, McCree thought that Hanzo was backing out. Maybe McCree was being too straightforward for Hanzo liking.
However, it wasn't the case as McCree witness something that surprised him. A fire. A flaming blaze, burning into Hanzo's eyes. Panting, Hanzo snarls at the man. "I will best you at your own game,"
"I'd like to see ya try," McCree smiles.
Author's note* Chapter 3 is up next. Oh and this chapter is a little long so couldn't fit in the good stuff wink wink until next chapter. Oh and claps for subtle Tracer/window.
