Overwatch Oneshots

McHanzo: Love or Lust?

Ok. So if you don't know Som.va has been requested. I'll do that after this along with Widowtracer. But like this idea has been haunting me and I need to get it out of my head. It's pretty long too. Also yeah it's pretty dark and inappropriate. Careful.

I know I know I only update at night but I had to make an excuse! Also there might be a lot of errors. This is really long I'm telling you.
Hope you enjoy.
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Hanzo was walking down a street back to his apartment. He had left the Shimada castle and clan to escape his terrible grief. It wasn't quite working, however. He was still sad and lonely. He had been constantly trying to maybe apply for jobs or do something but, no matter what he wasn't able to even smile. His will to live had completely decayed.

He was walking past a strip club, he scowled. He found it disgusting that humans could expose themselves for money. He found it disgusting that people would watch it. The Japanese man began to walk fast until a pair of strong, calloused hands gripped him. His wrists clamped by one hand behind his back, the other hand, however, found its way to Hanzo's private. Then, a deep, southern voice sounded. "My my what's this?" Hanzo began to panic slightly and struggled against the inescapable grip. "Aw poor thing, ya don't like how it feels?" His hand began to kneed Hanzo's groin, causing the blood to rush to it, his sexuality and manhood betraying him as he became aroused. "Mmmm what a package. Gonna have fun with my new toy now." Hanzo gulped, sweat dripping off of him as he realized that he had no choice. After this he would be a rape victim. The stranger pressed his upper body against the archer. Hanzo felt skin on his exposed shoulder, the man was shirtless. He could feel his body causing friction against his as he was escorted. "Where d'ya live darlin?" Hanzo kept his mouth shut, trying to keep what little dignity he had. Then, he felt the hand on his groin squeeze harder, making him grunt in pain. "Now now ya ain't gonna disobey hmm? I like when my toys listen to me." His consoling tone was inexplicably hot, it was hard to deny for Hanzo. But, out of fear he told him his apartment complex address, including the address. "Good boy.", he deeply said, I'll make sure to reward you for being so behaved." Then, the archer was hoisted up and then he was swung over a muscular shoulder. He was met with a tan, lightly haired back. The muscles rippled as the man walked, it was quite a sight. Hanzo began to sweat even more. He felt stupid as an idea bloomed in his head, he felt stupid he didn't think of it before. Panic. He began to yell out and thrash against his back. The stranger just stopped simply as Hanzo panicked in an attempt to get rescue. The man only sighed, "Now you ain't tryna waist your breath now are ya? Yer gonna be too tired to scream later." A deep chuckle rose and he continued to walk, Hanzo began to cry, realizing all his hope was gone. He just stared at the back, wide eyed and hopeless.

They eventually got to the apartment. The stranger walked to the door and dug into Hanzo's pocket, finding the key and unlocking the door. After walking in Hanzo was set down and the door was closed then locked. Hanzo panicked as the man turned around, his face shocking Hanzo. He was undeniably sexy, he was dark and his face was perfectly chiseled. His upper body was perfectly toned and his eyes were a dark brown, piercing his own. The hot man only laughed, "I ain't a picture. Quit starin." Hanzo snapped back to reality, he had horrible intentions so, he did whatever he was capable of, he ran to his bedroom and locked the door. His breath came out in short, uneven breaths as he thought of a way out. He looked to the window, the window. He began to unlock it frantically, he struggled, taking longer than normal. Then, he heard the door open. "Guess ya forgot I had the key." Hanzo panicked even more as he open the window and tried to take out the screen, trying to squeeze himself out.

All attempts failed as he felt those two hands grip his hips and effortlessly pull him back inside. "Tsk tsk I told ya to behave. Not run away from me." He tightly held the Japanese man, trapping him as he closed the window, preventing his escape. Hanzo struggled again, screaming this time as he tried to escape once again. Tears flowed down his face as he tried and tried.