Overwatch One Shots

|McHanzo|

AN:// Alright so I am actually gonna update something now. This'll be some young!mchanzo. There is some implied sexual behavior, but nothing especially explicit is in this one shot. And by the way, for dialogue, when Hanzo or another character is speaking in another language I will put the translation for what it says inside of these: (...)

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Hanzo woke to the energetic chittering of mejiro in the cherry blossom trees, and a warm breeze through his room. His eyes opened gradually to see Jesse beside him. The gunslinger's usual grin was replaced with a slack, restful expression that Hanzo only ever saw in the mornings... The young archer smiled, and pressed a light kiss to Jesse's forehead before slipping out of his bed, doing so carefully so he wouldn't wake the slumbering cowboy.

Hanzo went about dressing himself in a simple robe for now. He pulled the silk band tight around his waist, and walked towards the window to look out at the sun that was already rather high in the sky. Not quite noon... But it would be soon. Hanzo remembered that his father was due to return later that day. He hoped it wouldn't be too soon though. He was a bit... sore... from last night, and he wasn't exactly interested in jumping right back into any physical training anytime soon. Or at all that day, if it could be avoided. The archer stepped away from the window, pulling it closed just slightly so the sunlight wouldn't disturb Jesse. After closing the window some, Hanzo walked into the small bathroom adjoining his bedroom. He got a look of himself in the mirror, and he nearly lost his mind right then and there. Lining his jaw, neck, and throat, was hickeys. Dark, purple bruises. Courtesy of none other than Jesse McCree. The young Shimada ran his fingers along the marks, tilting his head to each side just to see how many there were. Too many. And on his jaw! How could he go about covering those up?! Genji would no doubt take notice of them, and so would everyone else present in the castle. Not to mention his father! Hanzo leaned against the small counter, letting out a sound that was part exasperation and part panic. "Oh watashi o fakku..."(fuck me) He whined, shaking his head.

"This early in the morning? I thought you were concerned about someone hearing you last night..."

When Hanzo heard the southern drawl of Jesse, he immediately turned around to face him. He hadn't even heard the gunslinger get out of bed... Which was miraculous because he wasn't exactly the most quiet person.

"I thought I said no leaving marks above my throat?!" Hanzo hissed, his tone slightly hushed due to the fact that he feared someone might still hear. He didn't know the whereabouts of all the guards or other staff at the moment.

Jesse immediately put his hands up in a surrendering manner, more than slightly surprised by Hanzo's aggression this early. "Hey now, I believe you an' I were both pretty caught up 'n the moment..." He stated in his own defense. His reasoning was weak. He knew it, and Hanzo knew it, but he was trying to lessen the wrath of the dragon.

"That is no excuse! What am I to do to cover these?!" Hanzo ranted on, gesturing to his entire neck and jaw with a quick, and almost violent circle of his finger. He turned back to the mirror just to see how bad they were. The marks were only more obvious due to Hanzo's pale complexion... Another defeated whine came from him, and he pulled open a drawer in the counter to see if he had anything at all that he could use to cover the love bites up. Nothing. He had nothing.

Jesse simply stood by for a moment, watching the panicked, and frustrated Shimada rifle through the bathroom drawers desperately. He did eventually get himself dressed again, remembering to keep his boots off though. At least he remembered that rule... "Han, darlin'... I'm sorry?" He said after a short while of listening to Hanzo's incessant sounds of frustration.