Ah, I had a lot of fun writing this one. Hanzo is so terribly intense that it's great to write him. You can just get such a sensual feeling off of him without even trying. Not to say I didn't. This chapter was just a ton of fun and seemed to take care of itself so easily.
On the other hand I was also very eager to get this written because I love writing club scenes. I rarely have a chance to get to them, since most of the time I'm writing adventure romance or the like. It's rare for modern day stuff, and while this AU is still set in the future after the Omnic Crisis, it's close enough to use it as an excuse to indulge in the setting.
I also want to take the time to thank everyone who has been kind enough to review. I eat those up like candy and they're all very much appreciated. Thank you so very much.
Chapter 3: Here be Dragons
Jesse had to admit, he wasn't sure he'd been right about the building the first time he'd seen it. In the daylight it had looked cheesy, even a little dumb, like a half ass set up for Halloween that was supposed to be scary but was just way too gaudy to seem anything but tame and silly. However, in the dark it was something else entirely. He felt almost intimidated as he waited in the line to get it. He most certainly felt under dressed.
For a sex club everyone sure did like to have the layers on. Everywhere he looked there were people in leathers and latex, some colors dark and subtle in design while others were bright and loud. It was like being at a costume party where he'd forgotten to bring anything. In just jeans and a brown button up shirt, rolled up sleeves so as not to snag the metal of his arm, and of course his trusty old hat. He certainly didn't feel like he fit in at all.
Part of him had considered leaving, writing this off as a bad idea that maybe he'd been too eager for, the novelty of it catching his eye but the reality too much for him. The only thing that had kept him in line was that despite the fact he didn't feel he really belonged here, he'd still gotten a few appreciative looks already. He hadn't even gone in and a petite little girl with black hair in pigtails and in a dress that looked like it had been made for a doll had winked at him and slipped a peice of paper into his hands before he could even say hello. There hadn't even been an exchange, just a wink before she'd waved and walked off.
The phone number had been appreciated even though he didn't have a thing for girls, but it was two guys eying him that really caught his attention, wearing nothing but leather pants and mesh shirts. He could hear faintly the two of them talking to each other, words like 'rustic' and 'fresh' being said. It made him feel oddly on display even if he was probably dressed the most conservatively in the entire line. Maybe it would have scared anyone else, but the sensations inside of him felt oddly proud that he was getting attention without even trying yet. Oh yeah, maybe the group was a bit more extreme than what he was used to, but sex was sex. He could do this, and show his boss that he wasn't some stupid kid who couldn't handle someone with a blindfold and handcuffs.
It really had just started as simple curiosity. It hadn't taken long for him to find out about his former commander's tastes, meeting dates occasionally and how they were never around for very long. Sometimes there were the signs of bruises, long and red over an arm or leg, though he hadn't had the courage to ask for a long while. The girls always seemed terribly erotic, and it didn't take long to figure out that the relationships were pretty much just his boss having fun instead of looking for an actual girlfriend or anything, and he just didn't understand how such a gruff guy could be so popular.
Sombra had flat out told that him mean guys like her father were just an appeal to women like that, and when Jesse had just been dumbfounded, she'd explained it.
In detail.
Honestly, at the time it had been uncomfortable. That had been two years ago, and no fourteen year old should have been able to say such things without blushing. In his opinion she spent too much time on the internet. Still, a part of him had wondered on it and just decided to ask his boss if it were true that he apparently liked to take women and do… that to them.
He'd been yelled at to get the fuck back to work, but he'd taken it as a yes. From there, he'd just wanted to understand it. He'd gone to the internet, seen a few videos that had scared the fuck out of him and made him wince and cross his legs whenever he thought about it, and decided that was not in any way for him. The young cowboy hadn't been able to look his boss in the eyes for a whole month and eventually the man had sat him down and asked him what was up with him.
In the end, the conversation was frank, but less embarrassing than discussing it with his daughter. Reyes had been surprisingly patient when talking about it, telling him that some people enjoyed the extreme stuff, but most people were just a little extra kinky than the norms and were largely pretty normal themselves in most aspects. Going to see a movie or two on the internet had been a bad idea, because it was just a showcase of the most extreme.
"Remember, that's a set, and those are actors. There are probably a dozen shots where the sub says the safe word and they stop to take a break that never makes it into the film cause it would ruin the smut," his boss had informed him. "That's all just fiction, not very close to the real thing at all."
A part of him told himself to forget about the whole thing as if it was no big deal. It was just a kink, and there were plenty of people out there with them. Heck, he had a few himself and it's not like it really affected his work relationship. Still, something about it had seemed… well, exciting. Reyes had described it with more trust and compassion than any of the videos had, that it was about finding a partner you could put yourself with and believe in them. It was like falling backwards and having someone catch you, the rush you got from the free fall, and the comfort and warmth that came from the knowledge that someone had your back and was watching out for you.
Jesse considered himself a bit of a good old boy, even if he was probably too young to really use the phrase yet, and something about it described in such a way had sounded kind of romantic. Something inside of him had wanted to try it, to see if such a thing was for him. Maybe he could find someone he could trust and fall for them, both literally and figuratively. It had taken him a long time to figure out it was something he wanted to at least attempt and even longer to get his boss to agree to introduce him into the scene. Apparently he was worried he'd go and get himself hurt, but Jesse was nothing if not confident. True he could get flustered sometimes but he was no shy little virgin, hell he'd lost that at 17 in the back of his pa's pick up truck with his at the time boyfriend, and he felt he was savvy enough in romance to find a good guy he liked and could experiment with.
So even if the clothes were more like showcase costumes than what he was used to, even if everyone looked way more comfortable with being so sexual out in the open and he was not at all used to such things except in private, he was not going to turn around and walk away. No way, no how. He was going to see this through even if it killed him.
Luckily it was cool enough outside that he didn't mind waiting outside. There had been the rain before but it was long over now and it gave everything a fresh smell, nice and clean. The lights were dim and cast shadows everywhere, somehow giving both a foreboding look but also a relaxing feel to it as well. He wasn't sure how it pulled that off. Maybe it was just him trying to keep himself calm. Even as determined as he was, nerves were still chewing at him a little bit and he hadn't even gotten inside yet. Hoo boy, maybe this was going to be a bit tougher than he thought it would be.
He continued to flip-flop on the issue even as he got through the line, but by the time he was to the front he supposed he'd gotten this far and he wasn't going to turn back now. There was a huge woman at the door, pink hair and arms that were bigger than his thighs. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked up at her, though she smiled warmly at the sight of him.
"Ah, Gabriel's boy!" she said enthusiastically to him and patted him on the back with enough force that nearly sent him sprawling to the concrete ground. "The little screamer."
He felt his cheeks flush at the words, glaring at her.
"He had a chainsaw and a mask. Who wouldn't be freaked out?" he demanded of her, but she only laughed harder at that.
"Yes, I believe that would be quite the thing to walk in on," she said. "I am Zarya. Jesse, yes?"
"Yeah," he replied.
"Behave in there," she said before holding out her hand. "Identification?"
He'd been here before, but he supposed she had to check for her job. Fishing it out, he handed it over to her and tried not to marvel how much bigger her hand was than hers. Shit, he had a feeling he'd have a tough time in an arm wrestling contest with her, even with his prosthetic one. He wouldn't want to see her having to kick anyone out if they acted up. She'd probably snap a spine without breaking a sweat. A bit of relief filled him when he was handed the little plastic card proving he was legal enough to enter the establishment and went inside as he tipped his hat to her.
He'd been able to hear the music from outside, but inside it was much louder and seemed to pound right into his brain and shake his core. Lights flashed all over the place in pinks, greens and purples, giving an effect that was downright unearthly. It was loud, but not harsh or unpleasant, the music having a deep beat and a slow tempo, giving a sensual feel to it. Even as loud as the music itself was, the lyrics were soft and the words sinful, speaking of pleasures and wild nights. It was like stepping into another world completely and for a moment he just had to stand still and look around as it enveloped him, causing him to sink deeper and deeper into the moment.
"Jesse? You're here already?"
He looked over to see Angela at a table, smiling and waving at him.
"Come here!" she called. "I have a seat saved anyway."
He walked over with a wide smile, glancing her up and down. Certainly a different sight than the jeans and sweater combo from before, in a soft yellow dress that looked tight beyond belief along with a white jacket that he couldn't tell but looked like it might have been leather. Wow, and she was sitting alone? He didn't even swing that way and he thought she looked like a pretty package. Surely she must have caught someone's attention by now.
"Hey there, Angie," he said when he reached her. "You sure are looking mighty fine there. Seem ready to sweep someone off their feet."
"Well, you don't invite a guy out for drinks without looking your best," she said with a soft smile that looked almost a little shy, but there was a sparkle in her eyes that was anything but. "I didn't expect you until eight though. I guess coming early was a good idea then."
"Oh," he replied, suddenly remembering. That's right. Reyes had promised to meet her and he'd gone and demanded he not come. "Uh, you should probably know he's not going to be here, darling."
"He's not?" she asked and her smile instantly fell. "Oh, did I come on too strong? I'm sorry, I thought I saw him looking at me and figured he was interested. I probably gave him the creeps, huh?"
"Oh no. Nothing like that, I'm sure. He did want to come, really," he assured her quickly. The last thing he wanted to do was give anyone a bad impression of his boss. It'd be an awful way to repay him for agreeing to show him this place.
"Then why do you think he isn't coming?"
"Well, I sort of made him promise that he wouldn't. See, this is my first night here, and I didn't want him breathing over my shoulder the whole time while I saw if it was my element or not. He's kind of overprotective, if you get my drift," he said.
"Really? I guess he did seem kind of stern," she said before she suddenly laughed. "He did yell at you pretty quickly for talking to me. What did he mention again? Protocol?"
He couldn't help but laugh too.
"Yeah, he was an officer back in the military during the war," he explained. "Real brass knuckles type, you know? Though, he's pretty cool in his own way. He's just really into the rules especially about this kind of thing, making people comfortable, not pushing boundaries."
"Well, that's a good attitude to have but I can understand why you didn't want to have that following you while you were figuring this place out on your own," she admitted. "I've only been coming here a few months myself actually so the crowd is still pretty new to me too. I wouldn't want my boss looking over my shoulder while I'm out having a good time."
"You're working too?" he asked her. "I thought you were doing college full time?"
"I am, but I do volunteer work at a clinic that's near the downtown area," she informed him. "It's worth a few credits and it's mostly just checking people in and taking stock every once in a while. I do it for a couple nights a week."
Her cheeks went a little pink and she picked up her drink, a tall glass of blue liquid with some fruit floating in it.
"None of them know this is where I spend my free nights. I'm pretty sure a few of them would think I was weird for it. Mixing work and pleasure isn't the best idea," she continued. "Your employer taking you here at all must mean he's a lot more understanding than anyone I work with."
"He's got his charm," Jesse admitted. "Though I do feel a bit bad about ruining any time you'd planned with him. Were you really looking to… well, you know, woo him?"
She could only giggle at that question and there was a little fire in her eyes as she grinned a bit.
"I would not have been opposed to it," she admitted. "I mostly wanted to just talk to him but if it went that way I certainly would not have said no. He looked very handsome, when he wasn't frowning anyway. He's not coming though, and you're already here. Why not join me for a drink before you go off on your little adventure on your own."
"Ah, sure. Why not? Night is still young after all," he said with a nod. "Be right back."
It took a good ten minutes to get through the crowd to the bar, and another five to get Amélie to give him a drink. She wouldn't stop cooing at him and making him feel a bit flustered. He just ordered a beer, waiting while she popped the cap off and handed it over.
"No charge for this one," she assured him with a wink. "For the birthday boy."
He grabbed it quickly and walked away. Talking to that woman felt oddly like she was just waiting to pounce and eat you. Sure were a lot of intimidating people here. Made him glad he at least had Angela to talk to. He might just stick with her for a while before he dared venture out on his own. He did want to do this, but his confidence was proving to be shaky at best.
"Welcome back," Angela said as he pulled the seat out and settled down. "So, what do you think of all this so far?"
"The club?" he asked.
"Well, I meant the scene in particular but we can go with that for now," she replied.
"It's… interesting," the young man admitted. "Honestly, it feels like a lot of people are just here to get some action. I ain't gonna say I'm not used to being eyed, but this is a whole new element here for me. I guess I don't know why but I didn't expect it to be so intense."
"It can seem that way at first," she confessed. "I take it you've never partaken in bondage before?"
"Not really, no. The most kinky thing I've ever done is let a guy use his tongue instead of lube. Which, quick tip, does not work as well. Not by a long shot," he said, unable to keep himself from smirking as she laughed.
"No, I imagine not. I'm sure it must feel like you jumped right into the deep end. Well, it's okay. Everyone starts somewhere. You're not the first new one to walk in here and I'm sure you won't be the last. In fact, a lot of people start their experience online, roleplaying and the like. You want to feel safe when you do it, and hiding behind a computer screen will help a lot with that. Starting off clubbing is pretty brave of you," she informed him.
"Is that how you started?" he asked. "I mean, if you don't mind sharing that is? It's not really polite to ask a lady about that kind of thing."
"Awww. That's sweet," Angela said, and he took comfort that her tone was serious and not at all condescending or fake like it could have been with those words. "A different attitude than some people have here. Manners get you a long way in the scene, so it sounds like you're already off on a good start. Making sure someone is comfortable with you about doing anything, even talking, is a big first step. I don't mind answering your questions at all though, so don't worry about that. I'm pretty much an open book if I do say so myself."
She tapped her fingers on the table for a moment before taking a sip of her drink and getting started.
"I was completely online for a long time. The movies, forums, stories, it's where a lot of my experience came from. It was a good way to figure out my likes and dislikes completely on my own, not to mention back at home dating was not something I was really allowed. Your boss is protective? So is my grandfather to the extreme. He wouldn't let me step out of the house unless I was completely covered up and hated me having friends that he didn't know everything about, male or female. It took him forever to agree to even let me study abroad actually, but that's a story for another time. I knew I had the interest for a while though. It just excited me, the thought of ropes and helplessness. Teasing and delayed gratification were always a big turn on for me so it just felt right from the very beginning. I decided I wanted that in my life almost immediately and spent a lot of time researching things to figure out my likes and dislikes. By the time I actually tried anything with anyone, I thought myself an expert. Heh… I wasn't, not at all."
"Bad experiences?" he asked her.
"More like embarrassing," she admitted. "Nothing that ever was too much trouble, but there were a couple times the bruises were in places that were hard to hide and I felt kind of guilty about it afterward. I also had a hard time being okay with going out in public in latex. I'm actually glad it was raining earlier. Gave me a chance to put on a coat and cover this outfit up."
"That's a damn shame. It looks good on you," he replied.
"Maybe, but it's not something you want to have anyone see you in on a bus," she stated. "Stares from strangers that don't understand or think you're weird are a bit much to handle."
"Guess I can understand that," he stated. "Kind of feels like I wasted your time though since you went to so much effort over meeting him."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure I'll bump into Mr. Reyes another time," she said. "Besides, sometimes it's just as good to see an old acquaintance again. It's nice just sitting here and talking anyway."
"Thanks. Actually, chatting is making me feel much more comfortable about this whole thing. I've kind of been wrestling with my nerves a little bit if I have to be honest," he said.
"Does this kind of place bother you?"
"I wouldn't say that. It's just not the kind of thing I was used to back home, you know?"
"That makes sense. So, if you don't mind me asking you something then? Why did you come here?"
"Well I'll admit I'm not sure how much I'm into getting cuffed or spanked or nothing, but I heard a lot of it is about trust. You're supposed to build mutual respect for one another. It actually sounded kind of romantic, and honestly? Seems… sort of nice," he admitted to her. "Though, that might come off as kind of corny, huh?"
She just looked at him for a second, seeming a little surprised before she shook her head.
"Not at all, Jesse. That sounds really nice actually. I don't know if you'll find love or romance right off the bat, but if you keep your eyes open I'm sure someone will come along that's just right for you," she replied.
"Heh. Thanks. I sure hope so."
"If not, you could always be my wingman and talk me up a little to your boss," she said with a laugh that he couldn't help but join her in.
"You do seem pretty into the idea," he noted slyly. "Doesn't seem like an 'if it happens, it happens' sort of thing to me though."
She actually blushed a little bit and coughed into her hand, seeming to glance away for a second. He couldn't blame her. Lot of people looked at him and saw a fairly simple guy, someone who took things at face value, but he was a lot sharper than most gave him credit for. He doubted she had outright lied about her interests, but she wasn't being entirely forthright either. He wouldn't usually press but she had said he could ask her anything.
"I've just… heard a lot about him," she eventually said. "When you mentioned Mr. Reyes in the self-defense classes I had no idea who he was at first, but when I started coming to the bar… his name just got dropped a lot, enough to interest me. I mean, he's kind of a bit of a local legend around here. He's very into the scene from what I've heard, one of the best doms there is around here."
"And you got curious about him?" Jesse prompted. He wasn't that surprised by his boss' reputation. He'd always kind of had that feel of a man who had a lot of action anyway. The women he was with never seemed left lacking, that was for sure.
"A bit, yes. He just seems like someone I'd be interested to talk to, though I really do just mean talking at first. I have no idea if we'd be compatible or not, but when I saw him at the bar and I recognized you and found out who he was, I just couldn't help myself. I thought it was the perfect chance to get to know him, maybe find out a few things about him and how his style was."
Jesse supposed he could see that. He did cut quite the figure and if he was as popular as Angela was saying that he was, then it only made sense the woman would be curious. She was right though, there would be other chances for the two of them to meet up, and if she really insisted Jesse wouldn't mind talking her up to his boss. Though from given how willing he was to break his promise to his employee and come to the club tonight anyway, Jesse got the feeling it would not take much prompting to get things to go that way.
He was just about to ask her if he perhaps would want the boss' number to better get in contact with him when they were suddenly interrupted. All of a sudden a couple hands slammed down on the table, causing both of them to jump in surprise, too wrapped up in their conversation to have noticed anyone approaching them.
"Angela, there you are! I was looking all over for you!"
The voice belonged to a young man, short and thin but well toned and with a shock of green hair atop his head. Smiling broadly, he was pretty cute in a youthful sort of way, his eyes dazzling with a powerful delight that was hard not to get caught up in. They seemed black in the lack of light or a very dark gray, like melted steel. Unlike the others in the club, he wasn't really dressed up, much more casual looking like Jesse himself, in torn up pants and a white tank-top with a green and white mock Letterman jacket that looked like it was made from some kind of shiny silk.
He would have been quite the handsome sight to Jesse, if it weren't for the man behind him.
Jesse McCree had seen his share of decent looking guys before, plenty of them had chased him down in fact. However, the one he was looking at blew them all away. On a scale of one to ten he was a 'hot damn, is there any way I could have a shot with you'. Unlike the relaxed posture of the other, he stood tall and firm, arms crossed over his chest and dressed in a suit of all things, though the jacket was draped over one of his arms even though it didn't help make him look less rigid at all. Crisp black dress pants, red shirt with black tie, it was almost an intimidating look for him. The only thing that looked remotely casual about him was his hair, long and tied into a loose ponytail, though he had the kind of expression that told Jesse most didn't have the courage to mention such a thing to him.
Unlike the other man with him, his eyes held no warmth, harsh and pointed as if boring into you. They looked almost like black pits, easy to fall into and never find yourself again.
"Oh, Genji!" Angela said happily with a clap of her hands, breaking Jesse's sudden focus on the intense stranger. "What are you doing here?"
"I went over to see you at your apartment, but Lena said that you'd gone out and gave me the address of this place," he said with a smirk. "So this is where you go hunting to replace me, eh babe? I'm hurt. None of them are nearly good enough for you."
She only snorted back a laughter.
"Oh, I don't know. I think I've found a few," she responded back, and the one named Genji dramatically put a hand to his heart. "Besides, I literally meant what are you doing here? I thought they didn't allow anyone in that wasn't drinking age?"
"Please. I've had a fake ID since I was 17," he laughed before looking over at Jesse. "New date?"
"Just a friend," she replied with a shake of her head. "Genji, this is Jesse McCree. He taught me a self-defense course I went to last year. We knew each other a couple months before I bumped into him again here. Jesse, this is Genji Shimada. We used to be somewhat of an item."
"Well, we would have been if you'd agreed to be my girlfriend," he teased.
"I think the three you had already would have left you satisfied," she teased right back before turning to Jesse. "We met once when he came to the clinic I told you about. He's an art student actually but we've known each other for a couple years now. I introduced him to the scene a while ago."
"Nice to meet you," Jesse said, extending his hand to shake. He couldn't help but notice the way Genji's eyes darted to his other arm, crisp metal shinning in the flashing lights, but was happy when nothing was said about it.
"Nice to meet you too," he said with a grin before the man behind him coughed pointedly. "Oh, right. This is my big brother, Hanzo. He's just tagging along."
"We were supposed to be at the banquet half an hour ago," he muttered darkly. Jesse couldn't help but be struck by just how deep his voice sounded despite looking so young. This guy had to be around his age yet he carried himself like someone who was much older and mature, looking downright annoyed he was in this establishment. He wasn't sneering, but it was so close that he might as well have been.
Damn shame too. If he looked so hot right now, he would probably look downright sinful if he relaxed, maybe even smiled a bit. "You have found your friend. Now it is time to leave."
"Wooo, Hanzo. Slow down, you might be too much of a part animal there," Genji drawled out, rolling his eyes even though his brother behind him could not see him. "Did it ever occur to you maybe if I just wanted to talk for a second I would have just called her, not track her down?"
"Yes, it did. Which is why I insisted on following you here to ensure you did not waste the whole night here," Hanzo replied.
"I don't want to go to some stupid party where everyone is boring and softly laughing behind champagne glasses while pretending to care about whatever fund raising affair is going on," he scoffed before grinning at Angela. "I came here to see my best girl. Come on, Angela. There's a dance floor on it and I want to try it out."
He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her off, but her happy laughter showed it was very much a welcome action as she went with him. Hanzo's cry of protest was ignored completely, leaving him alone with the cowboy as the two disappeared into the crowd that were shaking and swaying to the music.
"Huh. Well, guess they're not going to be done for a while," Jesse whistled.
His comment suddenly earned him a glare from the Asian man, as if he was the source of all troubles and problems in the universe. He had to admit, the guy had the put upon and filled with seething anger look down pat. He couldn't help but snicker. Suddenly he was reminded a lot of his boss, and he paid it just as much attention as he did with Reyes.
"Don't think he wants to go, darling," he stated calmly, "but if you need a plus one, I'm available."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Hanzo hissed out.
He only grinned and rested his elbow on the table, his chin planted in his palm as he winked at the man.
"Whatever you want it to mean," he stated. It didn't seem like this Hanzo guy was any more in his element in this club than Jesse was, but the cowboy felt he had a bit of an advantage here seeing as how he'd pumped himself up all night for coming here to find someone. This guy certainly looked like he could use some stress relief.
"If I want it to mean nothing then?" he sneered, but Jesse wasn't deterred. He was watching pretty closely and easily caught the way his harsh eyes roamed over him for the briefest of seconds before snapping back into place as if trying to hide the fact he'd been looking at all.
"Do you want it to mean nothing or something?" he asked, more than eager to put his cards on the table. "Not much for champagne but I wouldn't say no to anything that gets you in a suit that nice."
"Tch. I have no interest," he shot back.
"Your loss," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It doesn't seem like he's coming out any time soon though. If you're going to wait, I could at least buy you a drink, if you're not too uptight for that kind of thing."
"Are you trying to challenge me?"
"Why, yes I am," he replied smugly.
Hanzo took a moment to look at him, really look at him. Their eyes never left each other but the cowboy suddenly felt like the other man was trying to read everything about him with just his gaze, trying to take in every single detail and commit it to memory. He didn't want to admit it, but it made him shiver just slightly, the look hot and heated, or maybe that was just in Jesse's hopeful imagination playing tricks on him.
The music seemed to be the only thing that filled that deep silence between the two of them, and honestly it was hard to think all of a sudden. The mood seemed to turn a little sensual for some reason, and he felt hot under his shirt. Hanzo did nothing but stare at him, and yet he felt like he could melt into the chair right now. It was almost as if his soul itself was being bared before him, open and helpless to be judged and condemned without a moment of mercy.
Hanzo moved forward, his movements slow and deliberate. Breath caught up in his throat as the man leaned in, his still too harsh eyes never leaving his for a second. Jesse didn't even think Hanzo had blinked once, and it he had then he just had him too distracted to be able to notice.
"You come here to a place where people throw themselves at one another like animals too scared to be alone for a night," he whispered softly and it was only then that he noticed they were now close enough that Hanzo was leaning over him. He himself was taller than the Asian, but sitting down left him at the perfect height to allow him to loom over his body. He could feel the very breath from those words against his lips and if either dared to move forward even slightly they'd be able to kiss. "You are one of them, I presume?"
"I… uh, not exactly," he said, wishing it was easier to think of a cool response. Here he'd thought he'd had the advantage and it had been stolen from him so easily he might as well just handed the man the keys to his innermost thoughts. He felt bare and naked in front of him, completely exposed.
"You did not come here for carnal pleasures then, McCree?" he asked and something about the way he heard his name said on that thick accent made electricity shoot straight to his manhood, twitching excitedly in his pants. He wasn't even saying it right, dragging the emphasis on all the wrong syllables and yet it sounded so pleasing and filthy that he didn't mind at all.
"I came for… for love," he admitted softly, as if confessing it was a taboo. He didn't know if that was the right answer or not but he couldn't even think to flirt right now, only speaking the truth. "For someone I could trust."
"Hmph. I don't think you'd find such a thing here," Hanzo replied coolly. "A better question though. Do you want to be helpless? Because that is what some here will try to do to you, break you and make you theirs as if you were a plaything with no feelings of your own."
"I-"
"Or, do you want to find freedom, answers?" he continued as if Jesse had said nothing. "Because I could show you that, helpless and bound you'll never feel better than I could make you at my feet. You'll find yourself in my care, Jesse McCree, and we could explore who you really are together. If that interests you. Does it?"
Right now would have been the best time to say something smooth and maybe even a little naughty, to make himself seem cool and sexy to this guy and yet nothing could come out of his mouth. All he could do was sit there, his face red hot as he just stared and internally screamed at himself to speak up or even do much of anything. Hanzo had barely made any promises at all and yet it was like he was being offered the moon and all the stars to go with it.
In the end all he could do was just nod his head as he swallowed the lump in his throat that was keeping him every bit as silent as this guy's very presence was.
"Mmm, well maybe we will in fact explore that together then," he said as he fished something out of his breast coat pocket of his jacket and handed it to Jesse. He was a little flabbergasted to see it was a business card of all things. Just who was this guy? "You may call this number when you find your tongue, cowboy. Until then, I think you are right in guessing that my worthless brother will not be joining me for the party. Enjoy this den of empty promises, and when you're sick of it, you know how to find me."
He was left somewhat speechless as Hanzo flicked up the top of his hat to send it a little askew on his head before he walked away, tossing on his jacket with all the flourish of a model on a walkway. Dear god, just what kind of thing had he just agreed to? Suddenly stories his parents used to tell him of meeting handsome strangers on lonely roads and in empty bars flashed in his head, warnings of the devil himself trying to trap unwary men and women in his grasp.
"Holy shit," he whispered to himself as he looked at the card. He was going to need a drink for this.
He was going to need a lot of drinks for this.
End of Chapter 3
If there is anything I love about Hanzo, it is just how damn domineering he is. His presence is so hardcore I think Reaper wishes he could be that cool, and the archer doesn't have to try half as hard to get the same effect.
Speaking of Reaper I promise next chapter some MercyKill goodness. Don't know if it will get into smuttiness territory or not. Depends on how long the chapter goes on for, but at the very least it will lay the groundwork for it.
For now, I hope you enjoyed and please leave a review. Seriously, I adore reading opinions on my stories.