McHanzo + Shimadacest – stuck in a wall; molestation; slightly yandere!Genji, maybe yandere!McCree – Hanzo gets stuck during a training session and Genji seizes the opportunity.

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“Stop grinning and help me out,” Hanzo hisses, a vein swelling dangerously at his temple. Jesse is standing with way too loose a posture, Peacekeeper dangling precariously from one finger. There’s barely any sweat darkening his training fatigues; they’ve basically just begun sparring with the others before the wall had come crumbling down, partly burying Hanzo beneath it.

He squirms, impressive biceps bulging as he tries to push himself out of his predicament, but it is impossible the way the rubble is cinched around his hips. One of his legs seems to be stuck as well, ankle caught in the rubble.

Jesse keeps smirking but wisely refuses from making any smart comment.

“You alright?” he drawls, finally putting his weapon away. Hanzo eyes his own practice bow, lying on the floor in the dust. It looks to be unharmed at least.

“Yes. Now come here and…”

He trails off, eyebrows pulling into a frown. He could swear there’s been a touch to his… Hanzo jumps, when it happens again, this time firmer. Unmistakable: A hand palming his ass.

He flushes a dull red in angered indignation, shoulders pulling towards his ears while Jesse watches him in mild interest.

“Who is that?!” Hanzo barks, trying to crane around – as if that would allow him to see who has snuck up behind him. The hand jerks away for a second, but a moment later it is back, palming him, squeezing his ass while he sputters, lost for words.

Who would…

“Help me out of here!” he demands, imperiously thrusting his arms towards Jesse who just watches, bushy eyebrows climbing his forehead. When he does not move, Hanzo elaborates between clenched teeth: “Someone is… someone is *touching* me!”

Jesse whistles between his teeth.

“Someone’s got balls. In the middle of an exercise…”

The hand is starting to boldly pull down his tracksuit pants. Hanzo’s breath stutters. He tries clenching his knees together to try and salvage the situation, but one of his ankles is still stuck and the person behind him has the clear advantage.

“Help me out of here, you big oaf!” he roars and McCree rocks back on his heels, head tilting to the side.

“How ‘bout a ‘please’?”

.o.

Trust McCree to make it difficult. Maybe if Hanzo wasn’t such a bitch all the time, he wouldn’t be in this situation… but maybe Genji should be thankful about his always-prissy older brother.

Bastard.

Especially for making it so damn hard to get a good look at his tight ass. No wonder Genji has to seize every opportunity to get his hands on it. If only Hanzo were a bit more generous with showing his body off.

Let Genji record him lathering up in the shower, paying awkward attention to his immaculately groomed pubes. If he were just a little bit less of a selfish bastard, maybe Genji wouldn’t have to resort to dirty tactics.

Like assaulting him in the middle of a training session when he really can’t be blamed for taking the opportunity to get his hands on his older brother.

He does not tease himself by moving as excruciatingly slow as possible. He would like to, of course, but he’s not sure how much time he has. McCree can be a stubborn mule but if Hanzo cries desperately enough he might be swayed to complying either way.

Genji has Hanzo’s pants down in a moment, mouth going dry as he realizes how naked he is beneath. What a slut. Freeballing it while looking like he’s king of the world…

Genji palms Hanzo’s ballsac. On the other side of the wall he can hear his big brother raging. His free leg is jerking, trying to kick out, and Genji easily catches it and bends it up, pinning Hanzo’s knee to the side of the partly crumbled wall.

With his other ankle caught in the rubble, he is deliciously immobile and open. Like this, his ass cheeks are spreading and Genji can get a look at the dark slit of his hole.

Fuck, but he’s looking nice. Genji is recording, trying to blink away the perspiration gathering on his forehead. It is slightly fogging up his visor but he can’t open his helmet when he needs to catch every little second on camera.

He twists the hand cupping Hanzo’s sac and presses his thumb rudely against his hole. On the other side of the wall, Hanzo sounds like he’s choking on his own tongue.

Genji bites his synthetic bottom lip. He pushes his thumb in rudely on no slick at all, and the big muscles in Hanzo’s thighs flex but he’s become curiously quiet as Genji fucks him on his thumb, testing the give of his hole.

It becomes unbearably hot in his chassis as he feels out his big brother’s silky insides and the desperate clench of his dry rim.

He barely hears McCree’s “Alright alright… let me have a look who’s fucking around with you…” and jerks his hands back reluctantly. He stumbles as he makes his escape, just about managing to climb his way into the rafters.

When he glances down, McCree is standing behind Hanzo’s naked lower body, one hand on his ass, and eyes trained on Genji. They mutely stare at each other. McCree’s gaze flicks to Hanzo’s ass, thumb pulling his cheek to the side to see the flushed red color of his rim.

He looks back up at Genji who can’t do anything but just sit there and stare, then grins pointedly.

“Aw shucks, Hanzo. The guy’s already gone. Who could it have been? But say… where’s your underwear, buddy?”