Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Cole C. x Hanzo S. {Darl+ing} [M-ish]

I thought we'd have them on the 100th story, but I timed it wrong. I'm going through it, the first Video-Game based fic for this book! Art by: ABD-illustrates on DevianArt

POV: 3rd Person

  Hanzo can't believe he has to drag this giant up to bed, as the man couldn't seem to stand without wobbling. The American was the complete opposite of himself, roguish, loud, and most definitely a rule breaker and outlaw. Hanzo himself had been put into mannerisms since day one, sitting straight and nothing like the American.

  Within their relationship, Cole had definitely been loud about it, wrapping his arms around Hanzo in public, kissing him, displaying his affection for everyone to see. Hanzo can't understand it, feeling embarrassed, scolding him for the younger only to look at him with such eyes that he had to just let him do whatever he wanted.

  They were the cat and puppy dynamic. And now, with how Cole was acting, wasted after coming back from the bar with his friends, Hanzo has to deal with the aftermath. Cole was great at holding his liquor, but sometimes, he drinks a little too much for what he could handle - which was a lot - and Hanzo worries.

  But he doesn't say it. The Japanese only scolds him for being so heavy, and drags him up the stairs with his strength. Hanzo was small and stubby, but he was well-trained. His long hair with a small ponytail at the very tips. He frowns, as the male leans down to him to kiss him, Hanzo merely leans away. "Kiss?" His rough accent rumbles through Hanzo's heart.

  "You are drunk, Cole."

  "Hey, just one." He juts out his lips and Hanzo can't help but use his free hand to cup the man's face, going up onto his toes just slightly to ease Cole off bending his back any further, and pecks him.

  The smile that he gets after is enough to make him blush, looking away and pushing at Cole's back to get him to trudge up the stairs. A small whine comes from the giant puppy, complaining about how it hurt, but Hanzo knew better than to be worried. Cole hadn't felt any pain.

  "Stay~" He opens up his long arms, wrapping them around Hanzo, who now found himself stuck.

  "Cole." He grumbles, but stays there anyway, leaning his body down and letting himself relax, laying his entire body on Cassidy. The man hugs him like a teddy bear, snoring.

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  They start their morning with fairly different beverages. Hanzo sitting on his legs at their tiny table, sipping his tea, calmly meditating away like some monk. This is how this enjoys their mornings. Cole waiting for his coffee to brew while humming up a song and making them breakfast while his princess just sits, and sips his tea.

  They had differences in drinking each other's drinks, grimacing at how bland or how bitter tea or coffee was. They really were opposites, but that didn't stop them from loving each other. Opposites do attract.

  They're in the market, later. Walking around and, Cole's hand suddenly finds itself on Hanzo's waist, pulling him close as he pushes the cart around. The male hisses and paws his hand away, only for it to come back, giving it a small squeeze. Hanzo's looking around, and there's some guy staring at him, he finds his ears turning red, and turns his face back up front.

  "Really?" He mutters out, masking up his fluster. A hand runs through his hair, kissing at his temple, and his breath hitches. Out of an impulse, he pulls at the American's collar, kissing him in the middle of the isle.

  There's a huff of surprise before the kiss gets returned, and Hanzo turns away, shy once again at his own actions. He pretends as if nothing happened, though his ears were visible of what he thought.

  "Oh darling, what will I do with you?"

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  They're laying in bed, kissing each other with Hanzo straddling Cole's lap, he could feel the ribbon that kept his hair together get pulled on, and in a second, his long hair is falling to his shoulders, down to his waist. "Aren'chu a beaut" He runs his large hands through Hanzo's hair, kissing down his jaw.

  Hanzo could feel the beard prickling at his skin, but he knows his own was probably prickling Cole as well. He could feel the shivers running down his spine, his robes getting pulled down, open-mouthed kisses placed on his bare shoulders, pushing his hair as he goes, it was getting in the way.

  He takes the pink bud into his mouth, and Hanzo's muffling himself lest his younger brother hears him downstairs - Genji was, in fact, not in the house, having snuck out a little bit ago - Hanzo had been taking care of his little brother, who was no less a brat, and usually, Genji wasn't home, going to school or training. So they have their own little space, but still close nonetheless.

  They flinch away from each other, however, when the window to their room slides open with a loud slam, Hanzo quickly pulling at his robes, but the intruder was one step quicker - yelling. "What are you doing with my brother?!" Right. Hanzo still hadn't come out, and Cole was here because he was currently in need of a place to live.

  Hanzo fastens his robes, trying to change the subject, "Why were you outside?"

  "No, what are you doing with him?!" They're switching into Japanese now, yelling at each other before Cole decides to finally break them apart, a hand on Hanzo's chest, and the other on Genji's shoulder.

  "Alright, I cannot understand you anymore, break 't dup."

  "Explain!"

  Tonight was going to be a very long night.

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Author's note: This was in the thoughts for a very long time