Two in a Million.

A Hinderance?

Hanzo's heats were never much of a bother to him. Apart from a light pink tinge to his face, some small cramps, being a little shaky and his 'lusty' thoughts, he had no trouble with them.

When his brother came to him about Overwatch, it was a pretty good deal. As far as he knew, no Alphas. He doubted the thought anyway as almost 75% of the world's population was made up of Beta's, who had no enhanced sense of smelling other's pheromones, or animalistic ears sprouted from their heads, etc.
It all sounded fantastic to him so he decided to give it some thought.

After a while he made contact with his brother and soon he was on a autopilot transport, driven by something called 'Athena' and on his way to the watchpoint. He had tightened the bun his hair was looped into, which was surprisingly easy with an undercut hairstyle, so his ears were flattened into his skull where nobody could see them. He had stuffed his tail down his pants and he had stashed any cat related items deep into his small bag of belongings. He had an instrument case around his shoulder, which harboured his stormbow and he had positioned himself into a sitting position on the oddly large seat he was on. It appeared that they had made the seats like benches and fastened the seat belts to the walls so you could stretch yourself easily. It was one thing he liked so far anyway.

When he arrived, it was a warm welcome. Many people had smiles plastered their faces, but a few who were a bit further away from the welcome party had sour looks pointed at his direction. One was a woman with blonde hair and a roll neck sweater in a black colour. She had a doctor's coat swung around her shoulders so he assumed that she was the base's doctor. Another was a man with a scar across his face with white hair, but he didn't seem angry with Hanzo. He just looked pretty grumpy in general.

But only one caught his attention, a cowboy. There was a fucking COWBOY in Overwatch. He almost barked a ironic laugh when he saw him. The cowboy smiled wide, but then his grin faltered a bit and he sniffed the air. He looked at Hanzo, confused, but then went back to greeting him.

He was fixed to this man for two reasons. 1- Was this man an Alpha? It seemed unlikely but not impossible, and 2- he was INCREDIBLY handsome. It could have made Hanzo go into a heat right then and there if he wasn't half focused on everyone else.

Soon his brother led him to his room. It wasn't oversized, just big enough for a small group of people to chat in and certainly big enough for a one person bedroom, perhaps it could even fit two. He sat down in bed when his brother left, the sheets were soft and plush under his body weight. He felt safe and warm. He only now realised that he smelt a little off, obviously sweating from heat and exercise, so he grabbed a spare change of clothes from his bag and a towel that was laid on the desk placed up against the wall and jogged towards the hallway that led to the gym, which his brother had said was where the communal showers were.

After he had a hot shower he felt refreshed and clean. He had put on his favourite black roll neck sweater on (ironically it looked just like the one the doctor who had been scowling at him had been wearing) and some soft black tights and put his hair back into a neat, tight bun, still concealing his ears and tail, and walked out into the hallway.

All of a sudden, a smell him.
"Oh no..."
Was all he could think before his knees started shaking violently. He had a burning feeling on his face and he knew he was probably flushed as red as that cowboy's serape. That- incredibly sexy cowboy... NO, he almost cried out, but he couldn't stop thinking about him and his beautiful brown eyes. He wanted to DROWN in them. He knew what he had smelt, what was making his usually small regular heat go wild. A rut. An Alpha's rut. It was so strong, it was so overwhelming. He only had time to see a flicker of red laced with golden shapes in the distance before his knees fell inwards and he collapsed onto the floor.