Jesse recalls once when he was a boy, just beginning in Deadlock. He'd been sitting at the back of an old bar. His eyes had been red from all the cigarette smoke, and his heart had been thrumming in his chest from nerves. There were rowdy gang members all around him, drunk and shouting profanities. He had just been waiting for some 'merchandise' to take on his runs. Cops didn't stop kids.

Suddenly, the back door to the bar had flung open, and in ran this buck ass naked man, drunk and raving like a lunatic. The other men in the bar had beaten him so badly, Jesse's not entirely sure the man survived. He never did see him again.

Now, Jesse finds himself rapidly descending the outside of a large hotel in nothing but a loose towel. A towel that abandons him not even half the way down. The embarassment of the situation is only slightly overshadowed by the adrenaline of trying to escape the beast that had attacked them in their room.

"Pick a god damn room, Hanzo! We ain't crawlin' down to the ground like this!" Jesse's face is burning so hot it feels like actual blood vessels are popping. He never wanted to know the sensation of good ol' natural wind and desert sun flowing freely around his nethers as he flew down a building for all the world to see.

The memory of that man being beaten near to death is replaying in his mind, even as he can hear the hootin' and hollerin' of the gathering crowd below. People who probably think this is some kind of show, or grand stunt for their entertainment.

He thinks he might actually be ok with falling to his death.

Hanzo whistles to catch his attention. Apparently Jesse's pleas had not gone unnoticed, as the man had finally stopped on one of the balconies.

Jesse drops next to him and sinks down to hide behind the wall of the balcony so he's out of the public view, "I reckon' I'm goin' to be the talk of the town this evening."

Hanzo looks down at him, taking in his appearance for a long moment. The man's whole body was flushed from the climb. He doesn't have a bad body, by any stretch of the imagination. On the contrary, he had a strong physique and dark tanned skin. He has far more body hair than Hanzo, trailing from his chest, down his stomach, and below.

Jesse clicks his tongue at him to catch his attention, "Darlin'...you want to stare at me, I'll be more than happy to oblige later. Right now...I want to get off this god forsaken balcony and into some clothes."

Hanzo's face goes bright red, and he turns quickly to start pulling on the window. He gets frustrated when it won't budge, "Why are all these windows fused shut?"

"They don't want people to jump." Jesse tells him.

"That is ridiculous." Hanzo pounds on the glass, trying to break through. He stops finally and presses his palms against the glass, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Jesse is about to ask him what he's doing when Hanzo kicks hard and shatters the glass on contact.

Jesse presses his whole body back against the wall to avoid flying glass, "That hurt?"

Hanzo pull his pant leg up to reveal a sleek metal prosthetic, "I rather not use them for such things, but we have little choice."

"How the hell did that happen?" Jesse asks in disbelief. How had he not noticed?

Hanzo waves him in quickly, "Do you really want to discuss it now?"

"Maybe..." He practically crawls into the room, doing his best to avoid the shards of glass. The room appears to be empty, by some stroke of luck. Still, someone would have heard the breaking glass. Even if they hadn't, everyone on the road below had seen what they'd done. The staff would be hunting around to find them before too long.

Hanzo goes to the bed and rips the blanket and covers off. He shoves a thin white sheet at Jesse, "We have to leave this hotel."

Jesse takes the sheet and wraps himself tightly, "Yeah...that'd be a mighty fine idea."

"You will not be able to travel far without proper clothing." Hanzo says flatly.

Jesse has to laugh, "We're not exactly in a position to find me pants."

Hanzo looks like he wants to say something, but he turns and goes the door to crack it open instead, "No one is out here."

"For now." Jesse shuffles after him to look over the top of his head into his hall, "That thing that bust into our room is still around here somewhere."

Hanzo closes and locks the door, leaning heavily against it. He looks back over his shoulder to Jesse, "What do we do?"

Jesse scratches his chin, "Well...there's an aggressive man with a gun. We best call and report him."

"Are you mad?" Hanzo hisses at him, "Causing a panic in the hotel will make it more difficult to leave."

"This isn't the first time a lunatic with a gun has shown up in a hotel in Vegas. They'll lock down the hotel, call the police, send in security, and start emergency evacuations. People are hard to track in chaos, and no one is going to question a man in a sheet if there's an evacuation like this." Jesse tells him, "So get on the phone there and tell the front desk what's happening."

Hanzo is stuck in place again, watching Jesse. Jesse can't quite read his expression, whether it's awe or surprise. He doesnt seem the type to be easily impressed.

Hanzo actually goes to the hotel phone and calls down to the front desk without arguing. He goes back and forth with the front desk briefly. They advise them to stay where they are while they call the authorities and security to begin evacuations.

"There's goin' to be cops crawlin' all over this hotel, Hanzo. Askin' questions. That's not something either of us need. So when they start moving us, we have to disappear quick." Jesse tells him.

Hanzo nods in agreement, "Will we have access to your truck?"

"I doubt it. There's going to be a lot of people. But I tell you now, I ain't leavin' without my gun. So we need to figure that out." He walks over to sit on the edge of the bed. His hangover is still pounding behind his eyes. Adrenaline was helping, but that would only take him so far.

Hanzo narrows his eyes at him, "You told me your people would not follow you here."

"I said it was unlikely. You're a big prize, Darlin'. I imagine it's good incentive to break some pesky little territory rules." He leans forward a bit on his knees and rubs his temples.

Hanzo walks across the room and stops just in front of him, "It will not take long for my family to get here. We do not have to evade your people for long."

"I'm still not sure your family ain't gonna kill me as soon as they show up." Jesse tilts his head up to look at him. He hesitates a moment before he reaches out to rest his hand against Hanzo's hip. He curls his fingers a bit, squeezing the muscle.

Hanzo swallows hard and focuses hard on the wall just behind Jesse, "What are you doing?"

"I thought we might have had a moment up there before the Hulk interupted." He moves his fingers to trace along Hanzo's hip and up his side. The man is solid muscle and he can feel perfect lines of his body beneath the fabric.

Hanzo forces himself to look down at Jesse, "It was a mistake...it is not appropriate."

"The best things in life are inappropriate." Jesse grins deviously and takes hold of both Hanzo's hips to bring him forward.

Hanzo doesn't fight him. He almost falls into Jesse's lap, but manages just to catch himself before he does. He's breathing heavily but still trying to hold onto some kind of control.

Jesse moves his hands up Hanzo's body to just passed his pectorals. He moves up slowly and flicks his tongue across his nipple. The action draws a soft gasp from Hanzo's lips and his body tenses.

"Tell me no and I'll stop, Darlin'. I ain't gonna force you into anything." Jesse tells him and presses a kiss to the center of the other man's chest, "But I can make you feel good."

Hanzo's heart is pounding in his chest. He brings his own hands up to curl his fingers through Jesse's knotted hair. He pulls just enough to tilt Jesse's face up toward him so he can kiss him.

Jesse stands to his full height, deepening their kiss quickly. It's quick and desperate, all tongues and teeth. He thinks he might come apart on the spot when he feels Hanzo moan against his lips. The man is intoxicating.

Hanzo breaks away from him just long enough to catch his breath. He pulls Jesse into another kiss and brings their hips flush against each other. He's half hard already, and had been since Jesse's tongue touched his nipple.

Jesse lifts the smaller man easily and turns them so he can press him into the bed. He lays over him, using his full weight pinning him to the bed, "You're gorgeous." He says, taking a moment to appreciate Hanzo under him. The man is flushed and panting already, his lips parted, swollen, and just a little damp.

Hanzo lifts his hips under him as much as he can, "We do not have much time for this." It's not a protest. He just doesn't want another interuption.

"Just a taste." Jesse moans and slides back, hooking his fingers into the band of Hanzo's pants. He pulls them down over his hips, freeing the other man's flagging erection.

Hanzo brings his arm up to rest over his face. He parts his legs and presses his feet down into the bed, leaving himself completely open for Jesse.

"Don't cover your face, Darlin'." Jesse pleads and wraps his fingers around Hanzo's cock, squeezing him. Hanzo's hips buck up under the touch and he gasps sharply again. Jesse could live off the sounds he's making, and the way his body is moving.

He leans over Hanzo to suck on the same nipple he'd teased before. He flicks it with his tongue until it's a tight peak and Hanzo's cock is leaking precum over his fingers.

Hanzo grasps for Jesse desperately in any way he can, settling for digging his fingers into his shoulders, "That's..."

"Good?" Jesse asks and kisses down his stomach, "Baby, I think you're touch starved. You're comin' apart so easy."

Hanzo seems embarassed by that, as his cheeks burn bright red. Jesse chuckles and licks up the beads of precum forming at the tip of his penis. All of Hanzo's iron will falls away at that first touch of the tongue. He makes a desperate sound that's music to Jesse's ears.

He sucks the head of Hanzo's cock into his mouth, moving his hand down to squeeze the base. He swirls his tongue around him, lapping up every droplet of the salty cum that leaks from him.

Hanzo is digging his fingers so hard into Jesse's shoulders he's breaking skin. He's saying something desperately in Japanese, pleading for Jesse to give him more. The sentiment gets across the language barrier.

Jesse pulls back and looks up at him, "Look at me, Darlin'." He waits until Hanzo gives in and makes eye contact with him before he takes him completely into his mouth. He never breaks away from his gaze as he sets a steady pace, losing himself in the scent and feeling of him straining beneath him. Hanzo's cock isn't as long as Jesse's, but he had plenty of girth.

Hanzo does his best to keep his hips still. It had been too long since anyone had touched him, and never anyone as adept with their tongue as this American. It's an embarassingly short time before he's thrusting his hips up into the heat of Jesse's mouth.

Jesse takes it in stride, timing his movements with Hanzo's. The slick sounds of their sex are combing with Hanzo's own desperate moans and filling the room. Jesse is so hard, his cock is pressed up tightly against his stomach. He wants Hanzo to cum for him first.

Hanzo's head rolls back and he cries out sharply, his back arching up as he comes. Jesse gags a bit as his cock hits the back of his throat, but he swallows all he can of the hot liquid that comes pouring from him. He pulls back when he can't handle anymore, spilling cum and saliva back down Hanzo's ass.

Immediately, Jesse slides his fingers to gather as much of the slick mess as he can. He wraps his hand around his own needy cock and pumps himself quickly. It doesn't take him any time to cum as well, his own seed spilling over Hanzo beneath him.

Hanzo is breathing heavily, trying to catch his own breath as Jesse rolls to the side. Jesse drapes his arm across Hanzo's chest, taking a moment to collect himself as well.

They stay there for what seems like an eternity. Jesse looks up at him, "You're perfect...beautiful..." He moves up to catch him in another kiss, "So damn beautiful, Darlin'."

Hanzo returns his kiss for a short while before he pushes him away, "This is uncomfortable.."

"What..oh.." Jesse looks down at the drying mess, "One moment, Baby." He slides out of bed and goes to wet a towel to clean the other up. He gently wipes away as much of the dried spunk as he can, careful of Hanzo's still sensitive cock. It doesn't stop the other from gasping softly with every little movement.

Jesse sets the towel off to the side and looks over Hanzo slowly. Here he was...facing certain death. There was a man hunting them down, and two gangs after his head. He doesn't care about any of it at the moment.

Hanzo turns his head to look at him, "We need to get ready.." He doesn't seem any more eager to get of bed than Jesse.

Jesse nods at him, "Yeah..." He reaches out to slide his hand over Hanzo's body. He doesn't know how long he has with Hanzo. He's going to take every moment he can get.