Overwatch Fantasies

McCree x Hanzo: Wager

Part Twenty-Six: McCree x Hanzo: Wager

Rating: MODERATE

Author's Note: Here's a fun fact - I write about liqueur preferences in this story and it's an interaction between the two in the game, how's that for dedication? Probably my favourite ship, and I apologise I've not written about these two in a while. Regarding content, Hanzo and McCree are assigned to a mission together and after making a foolish bet, will Hanzo be forced to share a drink with the cowboy or will Jesse be forced to stay away from Hanzo all together?

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'You're quite handy with that bow, you know?' the cowboy smirked, flashing a toothy grin at the archer, trying to get him to laugh. His expression remained stony.

'How predictable' he grunted, glaring at the besotted cowboy.

Never would he ever be interested in someone as dirty and messy as him. Everything about Jesse McCree irritated Hanzo, from the way he called him his pumpkin to the scent of cigars that frequently stained the air in the Overwatch Headquarters.

'That's no way to speak to your new partner, is it darlin'?' McCree smiled deviously, getting under Hanzo's skin.

'Excuse me?' Hanzo glared at him, furious by what he had just heard. Jesse frequently joked about these sorts of situations. He had to be wrong.

'You heard me' Jesse laughed, amused by Hanzo's widened eyes and silence.

'Who are your sources?' Hanzo hissed, shooting the red centre in the target. They were at the archery range, where Jesse had snuck up on him, yet again.

'The monkey' he responded, rolling his eyes.

'We have a mission at Volskaya Industries' Jesse continued, explaining how talon had tried to infiltrate the system.

'Yes. But why you? You can barely keep up with my superior aim' Hanzo snarled, a cruel laugh erupting from his lungs. Jesse looked deeply hurt by his insult.

'Please pumpkin, I could outshoot you any day' Jesse muttered seriously. He wasn't joking anymore.

'In your dreams McCree' Hanzo snorted, utilising his storm arrow and impressively hitting all five targets dead in the centre.

'Care to wager on that sweetheart?' McCree chuckled, shaking his head.

'With ease' Hanzo muttered, anger radiating off the stoic man.

'Alright, well we're defending Volskaya industries from Talon soldiers. If I get more kills, I win' McCree laughed, unintimidated by his anger, towering over him without a care.

Hanzo didn't like how McCree loomed over him, and pressed an arrow at his neck, considering releasing his grip on the bow.

'Easy' McCree said, backing off, raising his hands in the air.

'And if you somehow win this bet?' Hanzo said, still aiming his arrow at Jesse's head.

'You come drinking with me' Jesse smirked, his intentions perfectly clear. Hanzo shuddered at the thought.

'And if you win Hanzo?' Jesse smirked. It was as if he was underneath Hanzo's skin, crawling along his insides.

'You stay away from me. You only talk regarding business and Overwatch. Nothing more. Nothing less' Hanzo said blankly, staring Jesse in the eyes. Hanzo tried meaning what he said, but Jesse didn't believe him.