Arrows and Bullets | McHanzo Oneshots

Cleanliness

Whenever he can, Jesse jumps at the chance to shower with Hanzo. And for obvious reasons.

In the cowboy's eyes, Hanzo Shimada is fucking gorgeous. His tan skin and beautiful but dull tattoo is enough to drive a man wild. It still boggles his mind that he's lucky enough to date this man. And he still can't believe they've been together for over a year now.

McCree has been one of the lucky few to see the archer in the nude. He's just as gorgeous without clothes as he is with them, but seeing him naked is a rarity in itself. Whenever the Asian is announcing he's taking a shower, the other immediately asks to join him. Most of the time, he's told no.

But one day, when Hanzo was in a good mood, he agreed.

It was a few hours after a successful mission. The southerner was walking towards his boyfriend's room, hoping to stop by and check to make sure he was alright. With his prosthetic arm, he rapped on the door. "You in there, darlin'?"

After hearing a faint, "Come in" from the other side, he entered. As soon as he closed the door, the ravenet rounded the corner and gave him a small smile. Surprised by the gesture, the brunet returned it and took a seat. "So, how'd it go?"

"It was almost too easy," he answered, sliding in beside his partner. Resting his head on the other's shoulder, he continued. "It was impossible for any of us to miss, and impossible for them to get a single hit!"

The cowboy chuckled, tugging him closer. "I did hear it was a quick mission..."

They stayed like that for a little while until Hanzo's head popped up. "Shit, I almost forgot. I need to take a shower."

He got up from his spot and McCree whined. The gunslinger watched as he moved around the room, gracefully but quickly. Once the man had grabbed his clothes, an all-too-familar question was asked:

"Mind if I join ya?"

The Shimada sighed quietly, glancing over his shoulder at Jesse. The brunet looked like a child, a hopeful but pleading expression on his face. A little voice in the back of his head told him to say no, but his conscious had other plans. "Actually, yes. You can join me."

The look on the southerner's face said it all. He hurriedly followed him into the bathroom, dropping his hat on a chair as he walked past it. The Asian glanced over at him, amused. "You don't have anything to change into."

"I'll jus' change back into this," he said eagerly. He had already started fumbling with his serape.

He rolled his eyes playfully as he pulled his hair out of its usual bun. "Alright... No funny business in there, got that?"

When the cowboy nodded, he turned around and started to strip. The sight was a blessing to the brunet, and he couldn't help but stare as they got undressed. Hanzo wasn't surprised to see McCree's awestruck look - the man never seemed to get over his body. Chuckling quietly, he turned on the water and motioned for him to get in.

Jesse still couldn't help but stare and admire the work of art before him. About halfway through their shower, the gunslinger wrapped his arms around the other and sighed. "Oh, I'm never gonna get clean if I keep lookin' at you..."

The ravenet looked over at him and smirked. "Then get out," his said with fake irritation. "I'm trying to wash."

He heard the hurt in his voice and realized his mistake. "Aw, babe! I didn't mean it! C'mon..." He looked back and saw the brunet giving him puppy dog eyes.

The archer couldn't help but laugh. "I was just messing with you... But how can I say no to that face?" He turned to face him and reached out with one hand. He grabbed McCree's chin and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips brushed for a moment and they pulled away with a smile.

Jesse snickered for a moment, then purred, "Damn darlin', didn't know you could play me like that... You should do it more often."

Hanzo rolled his eyes and playful flicked water at him. "Shut up and finish rinsing off, cowboy."