Blood Stained | McHanzo [ Mafia AU ]

Chapter 3: Stay Alive

Hanzo groaned, his eyes adjusting to the blinding light in the room. He looked around to see the light coming in from a window. The room looked decent with a king-sized bed in front of him. He tried getting up only to realise his wrists were strapped down to the chair.

"Finally awake, darling?" Cole spoke from the other corner of the room. Hanzo pulled at the straps but they were too tight. Cole strolled up to him, bending down to his level as he smirked. He brushed his lips against Hanzo's, feeling the other's lips pursed to move away from his.

"When I get out, I will kill you." Hanzo hissed under his breath, his arms jerking in their restraints. Cole laughed. So hard that it caught Hanzo by surprise.

"Kill me? We'll see if that's even possible." Cole wore a grin one would see on a psychopath. Hanzo felt dread. Something told him this was wrong yet—

"Anything is possible." Hanzo let a smile pull at his lips, looking away as he side-glanced at the cowboy. Cole raised a brow, his smile faltered as he felt his heart skip a beat. Something about him made it feel different from his other victims. Cole held his chin with his thumb, tilting his head to face him.

"Careful darling. You're playing with fire there~" Hanzo smirked, pulling his left arm out of its leather restraint. He gave Cole a quick uppercut before freeing his other arm in time to dodge Cole's fist.

"And fire shall I play with." Hanzo spun around to elbow Cole in his back, pinning the cowboy to the ground by the back of his neck. "Did you think it would be that easy to capture me?"

"No. But it's fun to try." Cole chuckled, groaning as he flipped to the side, kneeing Hanzo hard in the ribs. Hanzo stumbled back, getting up only to get pinned down instead. Cole held him at the throat, eyes murderous as he grinned. "Aren't you just adorable under me?"

Hanzo grabbed at his wrists, twisting them and kicking him across the room. Cole banged into the foot of the bed, groaning as he and Hanzo went into a fistfight. But Cole had the advantage with his metal arm. They both ended up on the floor, Cole pinning both of Hanzo's wrists beside him.

"Aren't you a feisty one?" Cole brushed his lips against Hanzo's parted ones, holding both of his wrists above him with his metal hand. The other didn't fight, panting from the exerted energy. Cole slowly pulled his tie loose, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his dress shirt. Cole couldn't help as he admired his flawless chest.

Hanzo tilted his head to the side, not planning on kicking him off. Cole happily buried his face into the nape of his neck, taking in the scent of him. He smelt of bamboo and musk. With a hint of cypress. Cole placed kisses on his skin, tracing his lips over the arteries of his neck. The shudder that came from the other beneath him made it hard to resist sinking his teeth into his flesh.

To leave marks on him. The small urge to ravage what could be his. Hanzo struggled in his grip, though there was no effort put into it. It seemed Hanzo doesn't hate him as much as he thought. Cole decided to test the waters. Grazing his teeth against the soft skin of his neck, Hanzo let out a shuddering breath.

"Don't," Hanzo balled his hands in fists, side-glancing him with those piercing eyes of his. Just one word— so powerful. Cole immediately stopped, slowly letting go of the other. Hanzo lay there, on display for him. Cole slowly pulled the silk ribbon, freeing his long hair as Cole admired him.

Hanzo shook slightly, feeling Cole's eyes linger over every inch of him. He should be used to it, used to being judged yet— Cole wasn't judging. It scared him how much he wants this. Hanzo felt Cole's fingers thread into his hair with care, holding it up to kiss it. "Stay."

Hanzo looked at the other, unsure if he heard right. "Stay here," Cole repeated, taking Hanzo's gloved hand in his. Hanzo sat up on his elbow, his hair falling against his shoulders like smooth silk. Cole couldn't help it, wrapping his hand around the back of his neck and pulling the other into a kiss. It felt wrong. Like an addiction— he couldn't help but want more.