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On an empty stomach the glass of whiskey getting lighter in his hand as the moments ticked on by his edges were shaved away. Instead of finding offense in the grin spreading across Jesse's face he mirrored it.

It wasn't just the whiskey - though it certainly helped him along. Hanzo was more at ease around him than, well, anyone save for Genji. The reasoning behind this becoming more obvious as they breezed through cheap alcohol.

"Did I say that I hated it?" Hanzo asked slyly, almost egging Jesse on. "I believe I asked why there was no mention of my telling you to stop."

Not drunk but pleasantly buzzed Hanzo was apparently inclined to push back. Grasping the neck of whiskey bottle, Hanzo leaned over the couch and with unbroken eye contact tipped the bottle and refilled Jesse's glass. His own, confident smile accentuated in the flickering firelight.

"You get a sour look on your face."

He wasn't drinking as quickly as Hanzo because the whiskey was cheap and burned his throat. His voice was raspy enough from cigarillos. He didn't need to make it worse, though it was already deeper from just a few sips.

"Well, we've been spendin' enough time together. Maybe you're getting used to my ways. Might even find me amusin'." He was tempted to lean away when Hanzo leaned close but he still had enough pride that he wouldn't back down.

His heart was racing though. Hanzo was so damned handsome when he smiled. A little more whiskey and he could get very stupid about the archer. Not that he wasn't already stupid. Jesse was very aware of how stupid he was to pick this bastard out of everyone he spent time with.

"I feel like you're about to drink me under the table," he mused, watching Hanzo with an easy smile even though he could feel his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth and his head swimming from something other than whiskey. Hanzo smelled a little like his sarape and it was doing funny things to him.

In stubborn defiance of at least some cultural stereotypes, Hanzo had a tolerance greater than most men his size. Years of intensive training while nursing a habit just on the edge of dependence would do that. Hanzo was unflinching when he took a quick pull straight from the bottle before setting back on the table with a dull thud.

"Only because you are a strange man who says strange things," Hanzo had to work consciously around the language barrier now, "Amused is one word for it."

Attracted another, more dangerous one. Hanzo had formed no attachments in several years but he had come to recognize something magnetic about Jesse. As the word implied, he was drawn to him. Jesse was scruffy and almost too convincing in the slow-witted front he put up to others but beneath the rough and tumble he was simply a very handsome man. At the bottom of that glass he seemed to find that realization.

"You are," Hanzo inched forward; the serape sliding off his bare shoulder - they were close and there wasn't much room on the couch for two fully grown men, "A man with much on his mind."

It was a game at this point. Who pushed furthest, who moved first.

If there was a game here Jesse missed it because he had no idea what Hanzo was doing. He had never seen this side of him before. He was always so damn stoic and when human did get through it was sharp and sarcastic. This sort of invading personal space and enticement was entirely new.

Jesse was willing to blame it on the alcohol. Had to be for Hanzo to let his guard down this much. It was tempting to take advantage of it too. He tried to be a good man but there was only so much he could resist.

"Right now this man is wonderin' if you've had too much to drink," he said as he grabbed the edge of his sarape and pushed it back up. His fingers traced along his shoulder just for a moment. Damn, that was not a good idea. It was real tempting to do more than that.

It would be real nice to see how soft all that skin was with his lips. Would be real fun to find out how much of Hanzo was smooth and warm with his lips. He'd bet a whole lot of it.

An almost electric current coursed up his arm from the light and incidental touch of Jesse's hand. Nowhere near the all consuming energy when Hanzo tapped into the raw power hidden just under the surface of those intricate tattoos. But he felt it keenly and sat himself back on his side of the couch. Not shying away but having second thoughts with a clearer mind.

Perhaps he had drank too much. A hot rush of blood breaking into a sweat at the nape of his neck and across his face telling him as much. Though almost immediately he realized he was maybe drunk, but sober enough to feel mortified. At first, he was angry. Hadn't Jesse been the one to initiate all this flirtatious behavior: the names, the excuses to orbit Hanzo's personal space. That time on the firing range he was so sure-

Now behind a stoney face reasserting itself, Hanzo was drenched in sobering embarrassment.

"I have over stepped." He intoned before he set his glass down and rose from the couch. Part of him wanted to apologize, a larger part wanted to fault Jesse for this. He compromised and just bit his tongue.

Maybe a little drunk but with enough command to move unencumbered into the kitchen. The growing darkness of the storm raging outside and dying candles his only escape as he made for the old copper tea kettle on the stove. It was gas stove, thankfully. He busied himself with the same, aloof exterior he showed the rest of the world. Hanzo never did care for mistakes especially when they were his own.

The room dropped ten degrees the second Hanzo got up and moved away from him. Jesse was stunned for a second before he started calling himself all kinds of a fool and other unpleasant words in his head. He tossed his hat down onto the table and scrambled to his feet to go after the archer.

"Now hang on," he said, navigating through the furniture. "I didn't say you overstepped."

He caught up and crowded Hanzo against the kitchen counter completely ignoring the stove and kettle. Not important. It was more important to fix this. Or at least find out if Hanzo was playing games with him and only wanted to have a little fun. Alcohol and isolation could make a man lonely and do stupid things. Jesse was fairly gone over the archer but he wasn't going to be played with.

If they were going to do this Hanzo would remember it and not regret it come morning. He had to have some standards even if he was a lowdown outlaw.

The room could have been pitch black or himself blindfolded, it would have made no difference. Hanzo could have calculated the cowboy's every awkward step and heavy footfall as he stumbled his way through the living room. There was no catching Hanzo unawares, but with Jesse's sheer size there was no getting out of the way when he effectively cornered him. The stove light Hanzo flicked off with a loud clack that filled the sudden vaccum of awkward silence. He was trapped.

Sure, even with Jesse out matching him in height and mass it would be a simple thing to get free him. That wasn't the problem. Hanzo was locked in his own head. Replaying months old events; the weight against his back, the feel of Jesse's deep voice rumbling against him. Up against the kitchen counter with only a small space turn in it was a cage he had willing walked into.

"I do not," Hanzo started once he knew his voice was level, "Say what I do not mean or commit to actions I have no believe in."

That was true for the most part as careful omission was technically not lying. It was more a swipe at Jesse's behavior. Harmless it may have been. Hanzo managed to turn around enough to give Jesse a leveling look. Not a glare, but damned close. He wasn't angry - exhausted, maybe. Confused.

"You cannot speak to me as you have since the start of our partnership and act surprised if I..." He stops as his mouth started to form the word reciprocate - Hanzo's lips thin into a tight frown when his face goes warm again, "You said once that you speak clearly if I were to listen but I do not tolerate being toyed with. It is...degrading.”

Hanzo glanced down, and sighed. He feels stone sober at this point.

"If I have misunderstood you the fault is mine."

"I really wish you'd speak plain sometimes," Jesse grumbled before he ducked down and nuzzles against Hanzo's neck. He figured he'd start simple and if he was reading everything wrong then it wouldn't hurt quite as much. Hanzo might kick his ass back and forth across this little ranch but he could live with that.

The sting of being rejected would be worse. Losing a friendship with someone who so clearly got him would cut deep but he'd suffered loses before. He'd live with it again.

But damn he didn't want to get pushed away. Hanzo smelled like his serape which made Jesse's gut clench with a fierce longing. It struck him like the lightning flashing outside. This could be his maybe even more. Should be his considering how good it was having Hanzo smell like him and that clean sandalwood and pine scent of his.

"Don't got to hide from me darlin'. Could just ask if you want something. Ain't I always honest with you?" For the most part. Jesse tried. He did because Hanzo slipped past his defenses. It was hard to keep out a ninja apparently.

Would be nice, though, to ride out this storm with Hanzo. No power, nothing to do there was plenty Jesse could think of to keep themselves entertained. He was thinking a few right now with Hanzo pressed close like this. He kept nuzzling because he hasn't been pushed away yet and his skin was just as smooth as he thought it'd be.

"That is-" Hanzo froze at first when McCree slid through his defenses as if he had always belonged. As though they had fell into this pattern a thousand times and it was not the first time; a culmination of months of misunderstandings and avoidance. "Deserved."

Jesse was right about Hanzo. For all his earlier bluster and accusations that Jesse spoke out of both sides of his mouth, Hanzo could just as easily be blamed for that himself. He knew without being told that he was cagey and kept everyone at arm's length, or that he tended to write his own narrative in face of what others told him. It was dishonorable to demand honesty of someone who always gave it while offering little in return.

After a moment of silent deliberation, Hanzo at last eased into Jesse's touch. The drag of stubble against his collarbone sent a shiver up his back that came out in a sigh. Jesse had a pleasantly earthy but wholly his own scent that had lingered around Hanzo for days because of that damned serape. Every inch of him was rough but careworn and tender.

"There is little room for doubt now about what I want." Hanzo murmured before his hands moved to cup the wild, scruffy cowboy's face and pull him into a kiss that started light until it turned hungry.

The kiss dragged a groan, rough and needy from Jesse. Honestly he thought he'd have to make the leap. He shouldn't have underestimated Hanzo. That always led him to trouble with the archer. He was definitely in trouble now because the archer kissed like he did everything with incredible skill and fierce determination.

Jesse kissed him back just as fierce. He grabbed his sarape, tugged the smaller man against him and gave him back months of endless longing and frustrated desire. Hanzo wanted to know where he stood and there was not plainer way to put it than kissing him like this.

He was fairly certain he knew how Hanzo felt too given the way he was kissing him back. Jesse crowded him fully against the counter, pinning him there so he couldn't get away. Pretty sure Hanzo didn't want to go anywhere. Jesse might convince him to try the bed if he could stop kissing him for a minute.

Hanzo was never one given to self-doubt; it was a treacherous and counter-intuitive thing. There was however an almost palpable, immense relief when the obstructions he built between himself and Jesse vanished. In the blink of an eye he had gone from accepting a life keeping Jesse at arm's length - to raking his hands through a wild mat of brown hair and having the air kissed out of his lungs. Whatever intensity Hanzo offered, Jesse returned in full force.

The months of dancing around each other was also felt in the way he was devoid of any urge to complain or resist Jesse's overeager manhandling. For once Hanzo was content to let go and be still. He knew he could be dramatic, but it was like remembering how to breathe again. - Speaking of.

"Wait-" Hanzo panted when he extracted himself long enough to inhale sharply, red-faced and hair mussed and now practically sitting up on the kitchen counter. "This is hardly the place."

An open statement but one with room for imagination, Hanzo reasoned as he used what space he had pinned there to sit fully on the counter. Legs going around Jesse's midsection and ankles locked at the small of his back.

Wait was not a word Jesse wanted to hear right now but he pulled back from kissing the ever loving daylights out of Hanzo to look at him. Maybe he shouldn't have done that because the sight of him so mussed from Jesse's attention just made the longing in him worse. Honestly, the man had no right looking so damn tempting. It wasn't fair to Jesse's nerves.

At least Hanzo had a good reason for saying it. Jesse let out a low chuckle at his request. "I guess you've got a point." Though he was just as willing to stay in the kitchen as anywhere else for this. Jesse was not a picky man when it came to kissing or any sort of affection.

He wrapped his arms around Hanzo's waist and hauled him up off the counter. If he wanted somewhere else well Jesse would get them somewhere else. His plan was the bedroom but he made it as far as the couch before he managed to knock his ankle against the coffee table, stumbled and just decided it was worth going with it and sat down.

"You alright, darlin'?" he asked, looking over Hanzo. "Not exactly how I planned that."

Even in the growing dark of the small ranch house Hanzo could see disappointment flicker across Jesse's expression. Along with agitation; a restless energy of his baser needs chomping at the bit. Some small part of Hanzo found maybe not enjoyment in being the cause of this shift but was certainly exhilarated by the idea. It had been a long, long time since he had been wanted let alone to this extent. Longer still since that kind of attention was welcome.

Hanzo made a short, irritable noise at being bodily lifted though quickly shifted gears and found that when it was Jesse at the helm he didn't mind terribly. Any chance that might have soured his mood was quickly mollified when through the dark the low sound of Hanzo chuckling at Jesse's stumblings was heard.

"You planned this?" Hanzo prodded without any barb clearly teasing to as he climbed deftly onto the couch and into Jesse's lap with his knees caged around the other man's thighs. "I would care to know your original plan."

"I planned gettin' you to bed," he corrected so that Hanzo would know he planned to treat him right. Not that he was opposed to this idea though. Hanzo climbing into his life in the firelight was an image that was going to stick in Jesse's mind for a damned long time, hopefully never knocked loose.

He ran his hands up Hanzo's thighs then up under the sarape to touch the skin hidden underneath. He could picture the tattoo on his arm as he ran his hand over it, the twisting blue and gold dragon and rolling clouds. It was a beautiful piece of work but honestly Jesse was more interested in the man than his marking.

"Just look at you," he murmured as he did just that. "Ain't you a sight?"

Jesse sat up enough to kiss him again, taking his time with it. The hunger for him was still there, right under the surface but he wanted to really get a feel for it and the way Hanzo's lips felt against his. He was going to learn every little physical detail he could about him, from head to toe.

"I would have never guessed," Hanzo droned with as much sarcasm one could shore up when he was both genuinely touched and growing warmer under this now stifling serape. "What is it you are so fond of saying? If you - play your cards right."

The last statement punctuated by Hanzo as he rolled his hips against Jesse's; Hanzo grimacing when he heard the familiar clatter of that gaudy belt buckle. A mental note was made to see it would be the first thing to go if he planned to get Jesse in a state of undress. Over the course of Jesse pawing every inch those warm, calloused hands could reach Hanzo managed to divest himself of the serape and keikogi.

"Perhaps do more than look." Hanzo urged on between kisses as he started to pull the buttons loose from Jesse's plaid work shirt. Already looking appreciatively over the curl of hair just below the collarbone.

Jesse chuckled deeply. It was incredibly endearing each time Hanzo used some of his Southern sayings especially when he used them correctly. "I've got a pretty good hand right now."

They were both scrambling to get clothes off. Jesse took his hands off Hanzo for a second just to pull his shirt out of his belt and then they were back on the archer. He tugged the yellow scarf loose and buried his fingers in Hanzo hair. He had wanted to touch it since the night in the shooting range. It was as soft as he imagined.

He trailed kisses down from Hanzo's mouth to his throat and tested the waters with a bite to his collar bone. Jesse liked to be a little rough, leave a few marks and really feel it in the morning. He could be gentle, would still enjoy it if he was but damn he wanted to leave marks behind and stake a claim on Hanzo's skin, leave a sign that he had been there and been welcomed.

Jesse was a terrible influence, he would have perhaps even freely admitted this even before tonight. They had worked too closely and with increasing frequency for him to completely evade the cowboy's mannerisms. And his laughter was infectious. Hanzo felt a smile break across his face before he stop the laughter rumbling in his chest.

Determined to at least temporarily rid himself of the sight of that belt buckle, Hanzo worked blindly. Fumbling with the catch his fingers suddenly stuttering in the dark as Jesse yanked silk from his hair. Freed at last, Hanzo thread the leather strap through the belt loops of Jesse's jeans. A self-satisfied grin tugged at the corners of his mouth when he heard the heavy buckle clatter on the floor.

"I do not seek gentleness," Hanzo said, picking up on how Jesse seemed to be holding back without explicit confirmation - they were after still feeling each other out, "Not now."

For once, Hanzo just wanted to let go and Jesse was more than willing to take the reigns as it were.

No matter what Hanzo thought of it Jesse was keeping the belt. Not right now. He was happy to see it go right now but the belt buckle was part of his look and it was staying. Hanzo would just have to get used to it or find clever ways to take it off him.

"Mmm, thank you darlin'." Jesse's grin was wicked and he licked his lips. Full permission to treat Hanzo as roughly as he wanted? He liked that a lot.

He picked Hanzo up again and moved them, pinning him down against the couch cushions. He picked a nice soft spot on Hanzo neck and set about worrying it between his teeth to leave a nice bruise behind. Hanzo was going to see that and remember this. Jesse would see it and remember.

He used his knee to nudge his legs open and pressed against him, rolling his hips against his. They both still had too many layers on but damn it still felt good, made him groan and bite harder at Hanzo's neck. He was going to be a real possessive bastard, he could feel it. He hoped Hanzo wouldn't mind.

Whatever compunctions Hanzo held over the manner in which Jesse insisted on dressing himself was a bridge they could cross as a later date. Not there was much room for a man who proudly wore the traditional keiko-gi while shooting off arrows to pass judgement. Both stripped of their usual attire it really didn't matter now.

"Jesse- !" Hanzo erupted in a short bark of laughter when Jesse used his size to his advantage and bodily picked him up again. There was something very attractive about such raw initiative which Jesse was not in want of.

All thoughts of marks that would remain for others to see fled the moment he felt that talkative mouth silenced - biting at him. The possessiveness rushing in the undercurrent behind such a behavior send Hanzo's thoughts reeling out of coherency. Their clothes were now too stifling, irritating. Through it all Hanzo managed to shore up capacity for linear thinking long enough to reach down and snap open Jesse's jeans before yanking down on the zipper. Hanzo spread his legs wide without a second thought - all his energy centered onto have Jesse claim every inch of him.

"Oh, darlin', that is a sweet sound." Jesse was going to put more energy into making him laugh. The sound was so damn rare and pleasant to Jesse's ears. It was especially nice to be the source of it.

When he drew back Jesse spent a second looking down at the bright purple mark he had left behind on Hanzo's neck. He might as well have branded him with Property of Jesse McCree after leaving such an obvious mark. It was a damn good feeling, Hanzo as his.

"Gotta get these clothes off you," he muttered, looking at Hanzo's clothes which seemed to be more complicated than they seemed when he looked at him. Jesse started to tug at various parts, trying to find what was holding it together. Honestly, it shouldn't be this hard but most of his brain power was in his dick.

"Impatient," Hanzo huffed out breathlessly even as he indulged Jesse's bear paw-like hands roving over him.

Stripping himself of his fundoshi was especially interesting task. Trying to situate his limbs around grasping flesh and metal limbs. More than once Hanzo managed to whine some half-hearted protest but it was all for naught. Jesse was so...set in what he set his mind on, and Hanzo - Hanzo so charmed was only too happy to let him.

Eventually and without a lot of fumbling Hanzo was wrestled out of his clothes. The sweat that built from the nape of his neck and the small of his back adhesive that held him to the couch. Back flat the rest of him exposed it was unnerving - exhilarating.

"Fuck me-" Hanzo whispered, voice horse with hands threading through Jesse's wild mess he called hair. He wanted him - he needed him. This reckless, honest cowboy of all people but here he was.

There wasn't much that could get Jesse's mind off of seeing and touching all of Hanzo. He had this need, this hunger for it and just like the mark on Hanzo's neck he wouldn't be denied. Unless Hanzo said stop but the archer was just as demanding in return.

"Oh, darlin'." Jesse kissed him hard, bitting his lower lip. "I'd love to. Ain't sure we got what we need for that."

The little ranch had the basics to survive but he hadn't gone looking for rubbers and slick. That didn't seem like the sort of thing that would be kept out here. He could go look but getting up from the couch was the last thing he wanted to do. He would have to leave Hanzo sprawled out, naked and hard for him and that was just not right.

"When we get back to the watchpoint I'll fuck you good. Really good." His voice held all the promise in it he could put in it. He was going to keep that promise. He pulled his dick out of his fly and lined it up next to Hanzo's. His hand was just large enough to get around both of them and stroke them together.

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