McHanzo

by PBailey

Some more McHanzo. As if there already wasn't enough. Jk. There will never be enough. This story is filled to the brim-or will be- with smut. Smut, smut, smut. Have a good time reading it and if you don't like gay stuff then just don't even read it. Pass over it like you would pass over burned bisquits at the thanksgiving table. Thanks to those of you who have read and liked it. ;)

4. McHanzo Chapter 4

Hanzo nervously opened the door to his apartment. He'd heard moans from Jesse's, and not wanting to disturb him, left him alone for the time being. He was alone for sure.

I wouldn't be able to stand it if he were with someone

Hanzo had long since given up on trying to convince himself that he wasn't attracted to the hot, western hunk.

He was turned on by him, hearing his moans weren't helping Hanzo make dinner either.

"Jesus he's vocal."

Hanzo filled a large pot with water, turning the stove on, he sat the pot right on the heat.

"Hmmm mmm mmmm..."

Hanzo hummed to himself as he grabbed the noodles from the cupboard.

"Lemme take over before you burn this place down Shimada!!"

Hanzo turned to see Sarah walking fast towards him through the apartment.

"I brought my key so that I could get in but, why's the door open?"

Because I wanted to hear Jesse's moans clearer.

"Smoky. Almost burned the garlic bread."

She nodded.

It wasn't a lie, the garlic bread had been left in a little too long, and the undersides were a tiny bit brown. They didn't look burned though.

Sarah cleared her throat as she poured the noodles in.

"Where is he?"

"Uh..." Hanzo scratched the back of his head. "Who?"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "The Hulk."

"Oh. Jacking off in his apartment. Thought I might give him a few so I wouldn't interrupt him."

Sarah's face lit up in understanding. "So that's why you left the door open!"

Hanzo visibly blushed. "Stop it. I'm gonna go ask him to dinner then."

"Make sure ya tell him I'm here, don't want him trying to get at it and then get cockblocked by me."

That was blunt. And suggestive. Ehh, it's Sarah. I'm not surprised.

Have fun lover-boy! Be sure to tell him how erotic his moans are!!"

Sarah practically yelled through the apartment, and Hanzo was already lifting a hand to knock on the door of The Hulk's lair.

A few short moments later-it opened. There was Jesse McCree, looking tired and worn-out as ever. Hanzo's face crinkled up in a worried expression.

"Wanted to apologize for earlier and ask you to dinner but... Are you okay?"

"Eh. Too much Vodka. Makes me forget."

Hanzo lifted an eyebrow. "Makes you forget what?"

"You."

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Mental Note:No more writing fanfiction when tired, it's now illegal.