Hanzo wakes slowly from his drug induced sleep with no idea how much time had passed. His body felt heavy and there is a light pain thrumming just behind his eyes. After a long moment he manages to force himself to sit up and that pain behind his eyes sharpens as his vision distorts. He covers his face with his hands and waits for the world to stop spinning. He'd been dosed with too many drugs over the last several days, it was starting to catch up with him.
Once he manages to steady himself, he takes a good look at his room. He was on a twin sized bed with soft white sheets and a thin knit blanket. There was a camera in the upper corner of the room, just above a sleek metal door with no handle. Toward the center of the room there was a second door, open and leading to small bathroom with a toilet, a sink, and a small shower.
He slips out of his bed, supporting himself against the cool metal of the nightstand. The floor is white tile and it's just as cold against the sensors on his prosthetics. There's a paper cup of water and some pills on the nightstand, but he'd had enough drugs to last him awhile. He doesn't know what it is anyway, so it's better not to take the chance that he'll get put back to sleep.
Someone had changed his clothes to a long black pair of shorts and a matching formless shirt. The material is light, almost like paper, and doesn't offer any kind of warmth in the chilled room. The knowledge that someone stripped him while he was sleeping irritates him immensely, but there was nothing to do about it for the moment.
A loud groan from across the room makes him jolt and turn so quickly it sets off another aggressive wave of vertigo. Jesse is there in his own twin bed, though he kicked off his own blanket and sheets. He is dressed in the same paper thin black outfit as Hanzo, and it's all bunched up awkwardly around him. Apparently the man moved around a lot in his sleep.
Hanzo makes his way slowly to Jesse, fighting waves of dizziness and nausea, "Are you awake?" He can barely see Jesse's face in the darkened room, but he can still make out a dark purple bruise across the side of his face.
Jesse reaches up to touch the tender bruised skin and winces, "Fuck...that hurts." His speech is a little slurred as he struggles to pull himself up.
Hanzo reaches for him and helps him up into a seated position, "Where are we?"
"How would I know that?" Jesse asks, getting a good look at the room himself, "Looks a bit like a hospital. No handle on the exit door and a camera...maybe a prison hospital."
Hanzo looks up at the camera again and scowls at it, "Do you have any idea who that man worked for?" He turns back to Jesse and reaches out to catch him when the other man looks like he might pass out again, "You have a concussion."
"Probably...and no I have no idea who that guy is. He had undercover people in Deadlock, was built like a brick house, and had the ability to order a complete shut down on hotel exits in Vegas. I know we're pretty well fucked based off that information alone."
Hanzo reaches around to adjust Jesse's pillow so he can lean the other man back without worrying he's going to fall over. He stands and walks across to the door without the handle and slides his hands along the metal, searching for anything to open it. The door is warm, unlike everything else in the room. That meant electricity. So they weren't going be opening it from the inside. There's not even a panel to try and hack.
He closes his eyes and takes a steady breath, "They have to come for us eventually...we have to be ready when they do." He turns back to Jesse, "I'm going to start a shower for you."
"Don't go takin' advantage of me because I'm hurt." Jesse jokes in response.
"A shower will help keep you awake. I don't want you falling back asleep with a concussion. You're lucky you woke up as it is." Hanzo retorts, heading to the bathroom. He turns the water on and is pleased to find that it warms up quickly. Their captors provided them with a few comforts...that was something. He makes his way back out and helps Jesse out of the bed.
"You're a real sweetheart, you know that?" Jesse loops one arm around Hanzo's waist, walking along side him slowly. The chill air of the room bites at them and Jesse is shaking despite his best efforts not to.
Hanzo gets them both into the bathroom and closes the door behind them so the warmth from the shower can heat up the air. He snorts a bit at the compliment, "I need you awake if we have to fight out."
Jesse sighs but doesn't respond. He doesn't bother telling him they have no chance of fighting out of this situation. They're obviously somewhere very secure, and the odds that they would leave on their own were somewhere around zero.
Hanzo leans him back against the sink and starts to strip him out of his clothes. The shorts have cheap stretchy bands so they slide off easily. Whoever had changed them had taken their underwear, which sets off another wave of frustration in Hanzo. What else had these people done while they slept?
Jesse watches Hanzo closely as the other man folds his clothes to set on the sink behind him, "Are you showering with me?"
"There's not enough room in that shower for two full grown men." Hanzo tells him dismissively.
Jesse reaches up so he can slide his fingers through Hanzo's hair where it falls loosely around his face. He hums as he curls his fingers through the soft dark strands and pulls gently so Hanzo's face is forced up toward him, "Hanzo...are you goin' to keep on actin' like this?"
"Acting like what?" He asks quietly, his eyes remaining firmly trained on the other man's eyes. He's not going to look at his toned stomach, or the curve of his lips. Absolutely not.
"Like there's nothing happening here." He lowers so he can just brush his lips across Hanzo's. He's surprised at how soft Hanzo's lips are when his own are so dry. Perfect, just like everything else about him.
"You have a concussion...and whoever has us here could be back any time. There's a camera.." Hanzo argues, but his protests are weak and he knows it. He doesn't even sound convincing to himself. He's moving closer to Jesse slowly until their bodies are flush against each other, and oh...their bodies do fit so well together.
Jesse slides his thumb across Hanzo's cheek gently, "There's not a thing we can do right now, Darlin'. Nothin' to get out of this situation right now. It's a waiting game. There's a lot more fun to be had with you than alone in a shower or waiting on a bed."
Hanzo reaches up suddenly and wraps a hand around Jesse's throat. He makes no move to pull away from him, but his tone is frustrated, "I should never have let you touch me. I should have killed you the moment I woke up in that hotel...while you were asleep in the bed."
"Yeah...I reckon you should've...but you didn't..." Jesse swallows and he can feel his Adams apple bob against Hanzo's hand, "Are you upset because you're trapped here? Or...is it that you're feelin' somethin' you think you shouldn't?"
Hanzo's hand loosens from Jesse's throat and lowers it to his chest, pressing firmly until he can feel the steady beating of his heart. He can't imagine how Jesse's heart is so calm when his own is beating wildly against his ribs. He trails his fingers down further, tracing the solid planes of Jesse's torso. His family would never allow this. There was no scenario where this would be allowed. Not with a man, and definitely not with a man like this.
He finally lets his eyes fall to Jesse's lips, "I can't have you.."
"Yes you can." Jesse tells him firmly. Then he's kissing him and there's no gentleness to it. It's all teeth and hot desire. More desperate than what they'd done at the hotel. Jesse needs Hanzo to admit to what he's feeling, because Jesse sure as hell can't let it go. He doesn't want to.
Jesse can feel sharp pain pulse through his bruised cheek as he opens his mouth against Hanzo's and slides their tongues together. He's sure the bone is bruised and the skin is split, but it doesn't matter at the moment. He's pushing roughly at Hanzo until he can pin him against the opposite wall, grinding his own bare hips against him. His own hardening length slides against Hanzo's through the thin fabric of his pants and Hanzo mewls helplessly against the kiss.
Jesse only breaks away when he can feel Hanzo struggling to remain standing, "Do you want this?" He demands, still moving their hips together in his desperate attempts for friction, "Tell me. I won't force myself on you if you don't want it...but God, I do." He slides his thumb along Hanzo's bottom lip before he moves to bite at it.
"You're injured..." Hanzo's voice catches when Jesse's knee presses firmly between his legs, and he gives up any hope of denying that he wants this too. He'd wanted him for days, and what they'd done at the hotel hadn't been anywhere near enough. He nods quickly in consent and pulls Jesse down into another kiss.
At home, he never would allowed a man to take control of him in this way. Most of the men he'd taken to bed wouldn't have tried anyway. Jesse isn't like any of them. The man is larger and strong enough to take him completely, and Hanzo can't get enough of it.
Jesse slides his fingers up Hanzo's sides, catching the cheap fabric of his shirt so he can slide it off his body, "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Darlin'. Look how you move for me.." He lets his eyes roam hungrily down Hanzo's body. The smaller man is flushed and erect, arching forward from the wall in his desperate attempts to be touched. His cock is so hard it's presses against his stomach, straining against him.
Jesse licks his lips, fighting the urge to drop to his knees and take that beautiful cock into his mouth. He wants more from him this time than the hotel. It might be the last time he gets to touch him, and he was going to take everything Hanzo would allow.
Jesses licks his lips and surges forward to bite at Hanzo's neck. He finds a sweet spot just above his shoulder and Hanzo goes wild as soon as Jesse's teeth sink in, bruising the flawless skin. Hanzo's moans and desperate cries are music to Jesse's ears, it's all he can do to break away.
Hanzo lets his head fall back against the tile of the wall behind him, "I need more, Jesse." He pleads with him and Jesse just chuckles in reply. Hanzo would punch him if he wasn't so far gone in the pleasure of it all.
Jesse's tongue has found it's way down to Hanzo's dusky nipple and he's teasing the tiny mound into a sharp little peak, "I'm going to give you everything, but you have to be patient." He hadn't touched Hanzo's cock yet, save for his knee pressed between his legs. Hanzo was grinding himself against that on his own in quick desperate motions, like he hadn't been fucked properly in years.
The only thing Jesse has to figure is what he can use in this cramped bathroom to prepare him. He looks around quickly, not pulling himself too far from Hanzo until he has to. Steam is filling the room and making it harder to breathe, but he'll take that over the icy air in the bedroom. He finally settles on the three-in-one liquid sitting on the small shelf for the shower.
He untangles himself from Hanzo just long enough to snatch the bottle from the shower. He doesn't touch him at first when he turns back around, "Come on, Sweetness. Bend yourself over that sink."
Hanzo's face burns dark red and he looks like he might fight him on it at first. He finally moves without saying a word, leaning himself over the sink on his elbows. He curves his back so his ass is on display and legs are parted.
Jesse nearly stumbles over himself at the display, "God damn..." He runs his fingers over the perfect muscled curve of Hanzo's ass, and down his toned thighs, "It is uncomfortable for you like this?"
Hanzo just shakes his head slowly, "No..." His voice is just above a whisper and Jesse thinks for a moment something might be wrong until he hears him moan when his hand trails too close to his puckered opening. He runs his thumb right over the top of it, drinking in the lewd noises Hanzo makes in response.
"I have to stretch you, Darlin. Don't move a muscle...I like you just like this." Jesse coats some of the slick liquid from the bottle over his fingers and tests it between his thumb and forefinger. He determines it'll get the job done and touches his middle finger to Hanzo's opening, just applying the barest bit of pressure.
Hanzo about loses his mind and buries his head in his arms, "Fuck me! Please...stop teasing me...just please.." He'd never begged for anyone before in his life, but Jesse managed to get all kinds of things from him.
Jesse can't even bring himself to make a smart remark, he just pushes in, breeching the opening with just the barest resistence. He moans as he watches his finger disappear inside him, "You're so desperate for me, aren't you? Ready for my cock..." He twists his hand and Hanzo grinds himself back against it, needing to feel him deeper.
More of the make shift lubricant and then Jesse is pushing two fingers into Hanzo's greedy hole. He crooks his fingers inside him, searching for the bundle of nerves inside him.
Hanzo lets him know when he finds it. He lifts himself onto his hands and begins thrusts his hips back against Jesse's hand. He's shouting something unintelligible in Japanese while Jesse just keep milking his prostate for everything he can.
Jesse reaches forward with his free hand to wipe steam away from the mirror so he can get a glimpse of Hanzo's face while he forces his hips forward, "Are you ready, Sweetheart? Can you handle me?"
Hanzo nods quickly, "Do it...I need..." Hanzo gasps sharply as Jesse removes his fingers, "Jesse.."
After pouring a generous amount of the slick liquid over his own straining erection, he grabs Hanzo's hips and leans over him so he can press a gentle kiss between his shoulders. He lines his cock up and pushes forward oh so slowly. He lets out a shakey breath when he begins to sink in. He has a perfect view of Hanzo's hole stretching obscenely around him.
Hanzo is practically sobbing into his arms at the feeling of his body opening around the swollen cock inside him. His hips twitch but he remains still other than that, letting Jesse control the pace. He'd never taken anyone quite so large and he feels for a moment like he might not be able to.
Jesse takes his time, rocking his hips slowly so Hanzo can adjust to him. He rubs his hands along Hanzo's back soothingly, "You're doing so good...taking all of it. How are you feeling, Baby'?"
Hanzo opens his eyes and turns to look back at him. They lock eyes for a moment and Hanzo feels something pass between them. He gasps softly and Jesse begins to move. Slowly at first, and then faster. Hanzo grabs onto the side of the sink, "Harder.." He demands and Jesse gives it to him. A thrust finally lets him push completely inside, his balls slapping against Hanzo's as their bodies fit together. He only lingers inside him for a moment before he starts fucking into him again.
The bathroom fills with their echoed moans, and the slick sound of Jesse fucking Hanzo open against the sink. His hips snap deeply into him, hitting his prostate and blurring Hanzo's vision all over again. The steam is swirling heavily and it smells like cheap soap and sex.
Jesse reaches around to curl a fist around Hanzo's leaking cock so he can pump him in time with his thrusts, "You feel so good." He gasps, rolling his hips forward so he can take him as deep as he can.
Hanzo arches his back and screams Jesse's name as he finds his release, hot cum bursting over Jesse's hand and the sink. The sound of his name on Hanzo's lips as he cums is enough to push Jesse over that edge along with him. He releases deep in Hanzo's ass, riding the waves of pleasure until he can feel himself going limp. He pulls out carefully, eliciting a soft gasp from Hanzo.
Hanzo has to stay where he is for a long moment, trying to gather himself. His head is still spinning. He can feel the vertigo fighting with the dizziness from his pleasure, and it's almost overwhelming.
Jesse leans back against the far wall, watching as Hanzo collects himself. He's got a perfect view of Hanzo's gaping hole leaking with his cum. The sight makes his cock twitch again.
"Are you alright, Sweetness?" Jesse asks him breathlessly.
"Dizzy.." Hanzo replies and forces himself to stand slowly. He turns himself to Jesse and looks him over slowly, appreciating his naked form openly now. He takes a step toward him and Jesse meets him half way. This time the kiss isn't demanding. It's slow and deep, full of some deep emotion they'd finally broken loose.
With that kiss Hanzo knows there's no way he can ever let him go. He can't let his family anywhere close to him. His entire world was crashing around him and he can't even bring himself to care.