Tag: mccree/genji

5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

McCree/Genji – happy sex; robopuss; slutty!Genji – Genji needs cock cock cock and Jesse is exhausted.

“Jesse… pleeeaaase?” Genji is on his shoulders, one hand thrust between his thighs, holding his pretty synthetic cunt spread with two fingers so Jesse can not only see the wicked neon green glow of his insides but also the creamy loads he’s pumped into him already.

Jesse groans, slumped in the chair he’s dragged himself into. He grabs his hat from the desk and puts it on his face just so he doesn’t have to look at Genji’s flushed face and glassy, needy eyes.

“Y’ can’t be serious,” he breathes into the dark space of his hat. His cock feels chafed already. He can’t remember a time he’s had so much sex, and his dick is not happy about it. Genji is a little fiend with that gorgeous cunt of his, and Jesse does not know how to satisfy that itch he’s been whining about.

He’s not wildly out of shape, but Genji has stamina that’s from another planet.

He has his thighs spread wide, giving his cock as much room as it needs.

“Jesse…” Jesse jerks. The voice had sounded much closer than just moments before. He presses his hat closer to his face.

“Can’t you give me like… a few hours, Genji? Don’t think my poor dick can be used for anything more than pissing right now.”

He feels the whisper of a touch tickling up his thighs, then Genji’s greedy mouth pressing wet kisses all over his soft dick.

He whines, but he can’t help pulling his hat away and glancing down. Genji is looking up at him with pretty, green tinged eyes. He might not have fucked anyone in years, but he still knows all the tricks. He’s an old hand at getting a dick to perk back up again.

Jesse hisses and reaches for him, curling the little ribbon on the back of his helmet around his fist, using it as a handle to guide Genji’s head slowly up and down his cock.

“I’m too old for this shit,” Jesse groans when he feels his dick actually start filling up again. Genji’s eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement.

.o.

Of course Genji gets his way in the end. Jesse has him folded nearly in half, the cyborg’s legs hooked over his elbows to keep him nice and open for long, deep thrusts. There is none of the heat from earlier trysts in it this time; just a nice, slow dicking that has Genji practically purring as his synthetic cunt hugs him and keeps him nice and warm and cushioned.

Genji’s eyes are slitted in satisfaction; cat-like and almost sleepy looking as he gazes up at Jesse’s brick-red face.

“Getting old?” he purrs. He reaches up with one hand, tucking one strand of hair behind Jesse’s ear. Jesse chuffs but does not answer. He’s got a good rhythm going; one that makes him a bit sleepy himself, and he hopes that if he goes just long enough, Genji will fall asleep on his dick and let him rest.

Genji laughs at him but lets him be; stretches and sighs, one hand sliding down to touch himself as Jesse fucks him.

His cunt ripples when he starts cresting; a surefire sign for Jesse to put his back into it, head hanging down and sweat dripping from the tip of his nose as he drives in deeper and stirs the mess of cum and synthetic lube up until it is frothing and creamy and making obscene, wet sounds whenever he drives in deep once more.

“Never would’ve got anythin’ done if we figured this shit out in Blackwatch,” he grunts and Genji laughs weak and shuddering as he comes on Jesse’s cock, fingers just this side of painful as they scratch at his shoulders.

I had a good good exchange with @benevolentcannibal where she drew me a cute new profile pic and I wrote her a McGenji fic! She wanted naga McCree bullying nomad Genji into fucking him and that’s what she got ❤ sprinkled in some good good impregnation kink as well.

By the time Genji had heard the soft, melodic rattling, it had already been too late.

While usually he is proud of his own reflexes and his vast knowledge of the desert, there is nothing that could have saved him from his own utter exhaustion and his naive hope that just this once the desert would be benign enough to let him get away with a small camp and his back to a large rock.

The rattlesnake naga is huge; bigger than any he’s ever seen, and his thickly muscled tail is still toasty warm from the light of the sun that has not quite slipped over the horizon just yet.

He is also good at what he’s doing; clamping Genji’s arms easily to his sides with the bone crushingly heavy tail he’s wrapped around him while rough fingers patiently pat him down and slip all those little deceiving knives out of his pockets and secret places.

Genji’s belly feels tight, mouth gaping in stunned disbelief beneath the cloth covering it as he watches his stashes getting thrown into a little pile just out of reach.

“You are quite thoroughly armed,” the naga purrs. He has a deep voice that seems to rumble even through his tail, and Genji wonders how that works out for him; whether he uses it to attract other naga people like him; makes them follow the vibrations through the sand into their certain doom.

Maybe that’s the reason why he’s gotten so big – he has a natural advantage that lets him laze around and collect fat.

“And you are quite thorough in your search,” he sighs. He feels despondent in light of these new events, his headache pulsing behind his eyeballs and limbs too weak for the overwhelming grip of the thick tail wrapped around him from shoulders to ankles. He is quite sure that it would not take the naga any effort at all to crush him into a paste.

He’d never thought he’d die like this. It does not frighten him as much as he thought it would, but still he feels jittery and nervous, chest growing cold with the knowledge of his certain doom.

“Don’t be like that,” the naga murmurs. The tip of his tail comes up, the rattle pressing beneath Genji’s chin until his head is tipped up. It is a little difficult to tell with the weird twilight they have and his tinted glasses, but from what Genji can see, the naga is not only huge, he is massive. His tail is so long; lapping around itself in thick, muscled loops; wrapped around Genji with still enough length left to easily let the agile tip pat good-naturedly at his cheeks.

“Be like what?” Genji answers a bit clipped. He tries to twist around and look at the naga properly, but there is not much room to play for him, wrapped up like he is. When the naga realizes he is trying to get a look, he helpfully moves from behind him.

“You act like prey… don’t be afraid,” he tells him with a syrupy slow drawl, but Genji is distracted from the words for a moment, staring at him speechlessly… and maybe a little needy because it’s been a while since Genji has been in good company, and the naga is… delicious.

He is thick and hairy, as big as the rest of his massive sand colored tail suggests, and when Genji can only stare in stunned silence he seems to take it as the almost shocked lust it is and goddamn preens, teeth glinting white in the mess of his thick beard.

Genji hears the rattle of his tail click gently next to his ear, like the coquettish cluck of a tongue and then feels it worm its way gently beneath his helmet, looking for a way to push it up and away. While the naga works, he finds his words again, voice a bit faint as he rasps: “I am prey… shouldn’t I act like it?”

The naga hums low and drawn out, scratching through the beard along his jaw thoughtfully while his tail is still working slow and patient, the scales warm whenever they brush Genji’s strong jaw. He starts to suspect the naga is playing with him more than anything else.

“Who said you are?”

Genji stares at him, and it is then that the tail finally shoves his helmet off of his head. He doesn’t hear it hit the rock behind him or the thump of it falling into the sand. He figures the naga has caught it somewhere in the endless loops of his massive tail.

Genji starts wondering how he could have ever snuck up on him. He has to be visible from miles away.

“You are going to break all my bones and then eat me,” Genji finally murmurs when his brain picks up again. He wants to sound more snide about it, but he is exhausted and tired – and he can’t stop staring at the naga’s wide shoulders and strong, hairy chest. It almost seems… scandalous, somehow, that he should be this hairy. Brutish and sophisticated looking at the same time.

The naga makes a sound like purring as he sways closer until Genji can smell him: warm and dry like the desert he inhabits.

“Gorgeous,” the creature coos, the deep purring clicks of his voice accompanied by the dry clicks of his tail whose tip is wagging back and forth in an almost canine-like fashion. At the very least, he seems to be in a good mood, though Genji couldn’t say whether that’s a good prospect for his own well-being.

“What’s your name?”

The naga is close enough that Genji can make out the deep black of his slitted pupils within the dark brown of his irises. When he reaches for his face, Genji almost flinches back before he can make himself stay still and face his doom. All that happens, however, is that the creature cards his thick, blunt fingers through his hair and smiles wider. Close like this, Genji can see the little gaps in the upper row of teeth where he’s folded his sharp fangs back.

They’re minuscule; just big enough to let the needle sharp teeth snap into place, yet the sight makes Genji shudder, belly aching.

“Genji,” he asks with a rasp. He does not see a reason to deny his captor his name; anything else just seems petty, and while Genji isn’t very mature to begin with – as Hanzo is fond of reminding him whenever he sneaks back into the palace – he prides himself on not being a bad loser at the very least.

The naga hums. He is still so very close, his scaly, thick hips swaying and twisting gently as if in a dance.

“Genji…” he says slowly, his voice dropping a little deeper still; seemingly pure bass that rumbles through Genji and has him gasp despite his fear, nipples going hard and sensitive. The naga’s eyes crinkle at the corners. He braces himself with both hands against the large rock at Genji’s back, thickly muscled arms bracketing his head. “I like the sound of your name… It sounds nice. Gen-ji…”

He draws it out, his warm breath puffing across Genji’s face. Close like this, he can’t see the naga’s mouth anymore, but he still thinks about those little gaps in the row of his teeth. Wonders how it would feel if he slipped his tongue behind them and touched those very deadly fangs…

“My name is Jesse.”

Jesse does not seem to think much of personal space. Genji can still feel him gently swaying – dancing – for him, and his face is doing the same; just a smooth little left and right motion that is soothing him and making his belly unclench from the tight, frightful fist it has balled itself into.

“Jesse…” he breathes, and the naga hums again, tilts his head and gently rubs his cheek against Genji’s.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Genji. It’s not in my nature to crush my prey, I’ll have you know. But I found it keeps more still if I give it less opportunity to… squirm.”

Genji has trouble keeping up. He feels dazed and a bit feverish; as if Jesse’s already bitten him. Or maybe it is his massive, muscled tail that’s wrapped so very thoroughly and securely around him and still radiates the heat of the desert as it quickly starts to cool around them.

“Then you like to play with your prey?” Genji murmurs back against the naga’s ear. Jesse has wild long hair that’s tickling his nose and cheek.

Jesse chuckles and Genji closes his eyes, willing his cock to stop being so very interested in his impending doom. It presses against the tough muscle of the tail and he wonders just how sensitive naga’s tails are; just how well Jesse can feel what is happening on every inch of his massive body.

When Jesse makes that purring noise once more, his tail rippling around Genji, he thinks he’s gotten his answer to that one.

“I do like to play,” Jesse condedes, dry lips dragging along Genji’s scruffy jaw, his warm, forked tongue slipping out to tickle at his chin. “But you are a special kind of prey… The kind that I am not going to kill and eat.”

Genji shudders and he can’t help it that his hips shift forward, pressing his cock against the warm, living restraints, little stars exploding behind his eyelids. When did he close his eyes?

Jesse is massive and warm and everywhere around him, filling his aching head with that warm, deep voice of his and supporting his tired body in its entirety.

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

The tail shifts a bit and before Genji can figure out which part of him has been laid bare, Jesse is already grabbing for his wrist and pulling his arm out a bit.

“Feel for yourself,” he purrs, pressing Genji’s palm against the solid bump of his belly. At first all Genji can feel is warm skin and thick, coarse hair until the naga mutters: “I already ate, right?”

It is true; Genji can feel how very full he is. The knowledge makes him squirmy and needy, his own voice dipping low and becoming rough with need as he asks: “So what is it you want?”

Jesse makes his curious little dance again before he shifts Genji’s hand; lets it slide down the nicely full belly until Genji feels the silky warm beginning of his scales, and then still a little deeper – until Genji’s fingertips bump against a silky soft… mound that opens up like a pretty slit, the insides wet to the point of being slimy.

Jesse’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth drops open as he leans his forehead against Genji’s. Genji wishes he could look down at what he is touching, but, being so very well versed in all things cunt he thinks he can deduce well enough.

“Oh?” he whispers, breath a little puff of hot air against Jesse’s face. He tries to squirm his arm farther out, give himself more room to work with, and Jesse’s tail accommodates him.

There’s a little wriggling thing right at the apex of the naga’s slit. At first Genji thinks it has to be some sort of clit, thumb gently brushing it and rounding it until Jesse is whining long and deep like one of those rare male sirens from the sea; but the little wriggling thing grows longer, slips out of the naga’s body, joined by a twin, curling shyly around Genji’s wrist, the skin hot and silky and slippery.

They’re his cocks he thinks almost hysterically. His cocks that are seemingly just as agile as his goddamn tail because they tug his hand to slip even lower; feel up his slimy slit until his fingers suddenly dip into a velvety hole.

Genji’s mouth drops open in a stupid little ‘o’ of surprise, his fingers working on muscle memory alone as he stupidly, brazenly simply starts fingerfucking the naga.

Jesse grunts and lets his head fall back. His mouth is open and Genji can see the bone white glint of his fangs folded against the roof of his mouth.

“That what you want?” Genji rasps and Jesse’s lower body undulates in his little dance. He fucks himself against Genji’s fingers.

“‘M ready for young,” Jesse purrs, his dark eyes looking as glassy and feverish as Genji feels. “Want you to put some eggs inside me. Want some pretty youngs from you…”

His hands are slipping amorously through Genji’s hair, pulling his head forward and cradling it against his wide, strong chest while his lower body keeps undulating, his twin cocks slipping against Genji’s forearm.Genji does his best in the restricted range he has to fuck him on his fingers, spreading them wide to feel the slimy warm walls squeeze down on him.

The tip of Jesse’s tail rattles out a funny little beat as if he remembers every few seconds that he has it, and Genji can’t help but mouth at a nipple that’s right there.

The naga’s fingers spasm against his scalp, then tighten just this side of painful and pull him back. Jesse’s pupils have expanded; he almost looks drugged up as he leans down, trembling hands clumsily pulling at Genji’s clothes.

“Why don’t you let me go?” Genji murmurs, “I could do all of that work…”

But Jesse don’t wants to hear any of it. In fact, he hisses at Genji, his massive tail tightening to the point of pain for a second before loosening up again. In his greed for cock he becomes more feral, and Genji realizes with a trickle of shame that the danger does not keep his dick from leaping into Jesse’s warm, dry palm when he finally manages to rip the last bit of fabric to the side.

“Good,” he purrs, voice so deep it does not sound human anymore. For a moment it looks like he wants to swoop down; get to know Genji’s dick on a personal level – but then he doesn’t. Instead, the sheer endless loops of his tail shift and slither, rearranging him around Genji while Genji marvels at just how intelligent the naga is; how he’s adapted multiple hunting strategies from other species – from the squeezing to the hypnotizing dance to his intelligent speech – and seems to lose all of it when that primal imperative of breeding kicks in.

When Jesse shifts closer this time, Genji’s belly has been freed from one heavy curl of tail to give the naga better reach of his cock.

He seems clumsy in his greed, hugging Genji’s head to his chest with both arms, rubbing his cheek against the top of his head, but when he finally lets himself sink down, he’s managed to line the slippery gape of his cloaca up perfectly with Genji’s bobbing, needy dick.

“Gonna have some pretty babies from you,” Jesse purrs, a bit dream like. His hips don’t move much – but his insides do. They screw down on Genji’s cock until it’s on the razor sharp edge to pain, and start to ripple and squirm; trying to milk him with single-minded neediness.

“Gonna use your cum and put it into some nice big eggs. Nice big eggs for nice, strong babes.”

Jesse’s tongue slithers out, tickling the shell of Genji’s ear. He is helplessly pinned to the spot. All he can do is feel and receive, and the naga’s words are doing something fucked up with his head; make him think about how much he loves to be used like this; like nothing more than a toy fit to put some eggs into this powerful creature’s belly.

He squeezes his eyes shut, thinking about how in a few months Jesse would be writhing in the hot sand, grunting as he presses out one big, full egg after the other from the silky little fuck hole that he’s stuffing full of Genji’s dick right now.

Maybe it is some primal part in Genji that is preening at the thought of such a strong mate. Maybe it is the fact that there are tears of overstimulation prickling at the corners of his eyes from the harsh grip Jesse’s strong inner muscles have on his cock – but he does not fight the forced coupling.

The naga is… well. He is probably as gentle as he can be. He keeps petting Genji’s hair, purring and rattling the tip of his tail, but it is clear that for all that he’s been enamored with Genji earlier, in his mind he’s been reduced to little more than a nice big dick and a good partner for his clutch.

His twin cocks are rubbing against Genji’s belly. They’ve somehow managed to slip beneath the fabric of his protective armor and are dragging along his skin, slippery, slimy, hot in a way that makes him feel like he is going to be feeling the phantom touch of the naga’s cocks for years to come.

“Give me your cum,” Jesse croons, his thick hips starting to jerk just a bit, fucking his cloaca along Genji’s cock, and Genji suspects he is either about to come – or is already doing so; thick, viscous liquid squirting against him as Jesse grunts and his inner muscles work. “Come on, come on… fill me up nice. Make me some strong babes…”

His big hands are pawing restlessly at Genji; feeling him up and petting him everywhere he can reach. He is not sure if it is an accident or whether the naga has knowledge of this, too, but suddenly his big, warm hand curls around Genji’s testicles and tugs just so – and Genji comes, stars exploding behind his eyelids and mouth open wide against the side of Jesse’s neck. Maybe he bites him, he honestly can’t tell; but he can feel Jesse surge against him anew, his cloaca squeezing and milking like the eager little mouth of a calf on it’s mother’s teat, and it is all too much too hard too good.

.o.

When Genji awakes come morning, he has to lie there for a moment longer, blinking blearily into the slowly brightening sky and wondering why his whole body aches.

The knowledge comes back sudden and full and he jerks upright, looking around in a white hot panic – but the huge rattlesnake naga is nowhere to be found.

He’d be inclined to think it was all just a fever dream, but the soreness of his pelvis speaks of another story altogether.

Genji wonders if the naga got his wish and will have pretty, strong babes.

I need blackwatch Mccree getting his sweet pussy pounded till he squirts. Please.

McCree’s hairy cunt T.T *sob* yes

Jesse likes letting Genji fuck him. Genji is intense and scary; he fucks like a man possessed, half-cybernetic body a furnace above or behind Jesse, metal growing warm to the point of burning where it touches his skin.

He is silent and a little mean, and Jesse loves it. It gets him going; makes his nipples feel tight and tingly and his cunt clench and gush.

He works to get Genji’s scarred cock; spreads his legs, and his labia just for him; cards the tangle of wild pubes away to show him the tender, dark red insides. Stems his heels into the mattress and lifts his ass up off the ground just to offer it up – show him how wet and sticky he already is just from the thought of getting grunt fucked by the silent assassin.

Jesse can’t put his finger on why he loves it, but he does. He loves watching Genji’s eyes glow a hot red when he really gets into it, eyebrows drawn together in intense concentration when he pounds his cunt, grunting low and staticky through the muzzle.

Genji is a bit mean while fucking; will pinch Jesse’s tits or tug on his chest hair a little too hard; a little too sharp to be comfortable, making Jesse wince and whine – but his cunt loves the treatment; gushes dutifully around the thick shaft spreading it, clit swelling up just that little bit more; becoming plump and sensitive, and so very very ready.

Maybe he loves it because Genji is a loose cannon. He can see it in the slant of his eyebrows, the set of his shoulders; how he is yanking his own leash, trying to restrain himself, trying not to seriously hurt.

Or maybe he just loves to give Genji some form of softness in his life; let him have the silky gape of his cunt, the ripe swell of his clit to test the feeling of his calloused fingertips against to make Jesse squirm and whine. Something tangible; something to loose himself in.

In any case, he loves getting dicked by the guy. He can’t get enough of it; can’t stop loving how Genji grunts in disgust when Jesse opens his thick, hairy thighs but crawls eagerly between them all the same. Loves how he can almost feel some of the scars on his dick, rubbing along his swollen, spongy walls.

Loves how Genji will look at him but not really see him while he dicks him; hard and deep, contorting Jesse until tears spring into his eyes from the dull, bone deep pain of feeling Genji almost kiss up to his womb… how it makes his toes tingle and his clit pulse without anybody touching it, everything in his body drawing up tight and needy, bladder feeling heavy, like he will loose control over all bodily functions – 

and then he will lose control, groaning through a blissed grin, hips jittery and jerking as Genji keeps plowing on, not caring about the hot spray from his cunt as Jesse squirts and whines, trying to squirm away from the over stimulation and getting pinned rudely; made to sit it out so Genji can fill him up deep where he’ll be carrying it around with him for a couple more hours.

I asked @naughtygenji if I could write a little something accompanying their hot comic of Sentaiman and cop!McCree fucking ❤

While Sentai did help… sometimes… he more often than not was a nuisance; interfering with police work and making them look stupid in front of the press and general public with his posing and his thumbs up and his jaunty speeches.

McCree had been tasked with catching him an eternity ago, yet it seemed like for some reason Sentai always slipped his grasp.

“If I suck you off… Would you let me go?” Sentai grins at him, the metal usually hiding his mouth having retracted beneath the gaudy bright green V of head guard. He is drooling already, tongue out and swiping distractingly across the pout of his lips.

They are flushed and swollen; he’s been at it for a while already; must have thought of something cheeky to say the whole time while getting distracted by McCree’s cock, thick and long and invasive as he tried so very hard to stuff it down his throat.

McCree snorts. He carefully stretches his long legs and leans back against the water tank of the toilet. They are in one of the public restrooms in the park; and it is risky, it’s the middle of the goddamn day, but it is hard to concentrate when Sentai is so very willing to let himself get throat fucked. McCree is guiding his head with one hand; pushes him down until he is gurgling wet and desperate around his cock.

McCree imagines Sentai’s eyes had to be tearing up beneath the mask; his nose running. How he had to be losing all control over his bodily functions.

“Let you go? Never.”

Though he had let him go already. Time and time again after encounters much as this one. It is, as everything with Sentai has always been, a game.

.o.

He fucks him across the toilet. It is dirty and unsanitary, but McCree likes how he can deep dick the superhero like a cheap whore he found on the street.

His black spandex is ripped across the round, generous – fat – cheeks of his ass. Sentai doesn’t only behave like a slut – he dresses like one, too.

McCree has started getting hard just watching interviews with him. Seeing the small codpiece he was wearing, disappearing between his ass cheeks; remembering how ridiculous it looked stretched across the slutty pout of his anus.

He was always swollen and ready these days. Like he prepared himself for McCree’s cock – or maybe he didn’t have the time to heal after each encounter; his rim molded into a perfect glove for the policeman’s fat dick.

Distantly, McCree wonders how Sentai will be able to go around with his spandex suit ripped like it is.

He is fucking him in short bursts, listening to his gurgling groans, the almost pleas to slow down. To gentle down. He likes giving it rough to this man; fuck him until he has to shuffle his feet apart; trying to somehow alleviate the sheer girth spreading him open.

“You’re so deep,” he groans, reaching back, gripping his own ass to spread it wider – inadvertently giving McCree a prime view of his pouting rim, dark red and obscene looking as it his cock slides past it; suckling on his dick and pulling him back in almost desperately.

McCree has never had anybody that is as easy to fuck as Sentai. He is eager to do all the work, hips moving like pistons, working his ass just to make sure McCree would come back time and time again and wouldn’t rob him of the cock that came with him.

Still, McCree likes to play with him.

He roughly grabs one of the sharp points of the V attached to Sentai’s helmet and pulls, hips snapping forward, driving his cock in deep.

“Come on,” he grunts, “Arch a bit more.”

Sentai whines, one hand jerking up halfway as if intending to push McCree’s hand off – and then lowers again. He is wheezing, back arching, knees shivering as they are in an awkward half-bend – everything just to accommodate McCree as much as possible.

His insides are clenching with the new pose as he struggles to maintain it; clinging and soft as the rest of him.

McCree can already feel the orgasm building; clenches his teeth against the feeling, eyebrows lowering – fucking doggedly, almost angrily. He doesn’t want to come yet; he wants to have Sentai on his cock a bit longer; wants to fuck him in a restroom stall across the toilet and hear him gurgle with every sharp thrust because McCree’s cock is as deep as nobody else could ever hope to reach…

He has been wondering about what Sentai might do about the ripped spandex.

He wonders what he’ll do about the ripped spandex covered in ropes of cum.

Sentai grunts when his cock suddenly slips free; he whines high and wobbly but he doesn’t protest the treatment. He would never protest anything McCree does to him; even if it is to jerk off onto the ripped remains of his spandex in broad, thick streaks.

To the contrary: Sentai seems quite thankful for it when he turns around, wobbly, codpiece straining with the erection McCree isn’t doing anything about – and falling around the policeman’s shoulders, offering up his panting mouth for kisses that McCree gives him freely.

As rough as he is while fucking him, McCree can’t help his soft spot for Sentaiman.

“Remember to be a good boy.”

“You know it,” Sentai sighs – almost simpers – and McCree wonders with a smirk what he’ll be like when he’s no longer drunk on getting fucked and realizes the state he’s been left in.

Lúcio was a good guy; he liked sharing his happiness. He didn’t mind lending his stuff or his help, and he definitely didn’t mind lending his good friend Genji McCree’s services.

Genji had muttered something McCree had not been able to understand when presented with the man’s ass, but it just sounded enough like a short, heartfelt prayer that he grinned and settled down for the long haul, chewing lazily on the end of a cigar and waiting for the action to begin.

The two men were at his back, their hands petting his thick thighs and sturdy hips, muttering to each other and occasionally giggling.

They seemed just as hyped on getting to fuck McCree as he was on getting reamed something good – even going so far as to arch his back down and his ass up, ready for the action to begin.

And as soft and playful as Lúcio was when fucking, curling his body over McCree, just humping away as his cock got held nice and warm and snug – Genji was more purposeful. There was an agenda behind how he handled McCree, hips strong and hands sure enough to make Jesse perk up and look around, cigar hanging precariously in the corner of his mouth.

Genji still wore his visor, everything about him expressionless and alien, and making McCree’s toes curl in excitement. His cock felt weird, sleek from tip to base with no discernible glans, and when he clenched down, it seemed to thrum.

“C-Can you even…” Genji slaps his ass once, firm, as if testing the waters, and Jesse wants to beg him for more of the treatment; maybe ask for Lúcio to get at his tits and bite at the large, brown nipples. “Can you even come?”

He hears Genji huff in amusement and Lúcio snickers.

“You mean if I can fill you up?” Genji practically purrs, the heavily accented English rubbing McCree in all the right ways. “Oh, can I ever…”

‘Big boy whining’ should not be a hot phrase for me but somehow, it is. Someone sexily humiliating Jesse for it. Such an eager, jumping, big cock. More blood there than in his head. His tangled bush. That obvious, slutty body of his. Exposing his hairy tits and squeezing his belly. Making him wear lacy underwear that doesn’t fit him. Laying his luscious thickness over their knees to spank his glorious fat ass. Jesse feels clumsy and oversized and over full and so young again. Big silly boy.

“You’re so silly,” Genji coos, foot placed with careful force on McCree’s cock, pressing it into the softness of his hairy belly. McCree breathes out noisily through his nostrils, lips pressed into a tight line and head falling back as he rolls his sturdy hips up into the pressure, fucking that lovely, fat cock against the unyielding sole of the cyborg’s foot.

“You’re already so worked up. Just from a little bit of pussy?”

McCree’s tits jump as he jerks. They’re just chubby enough to have a lovely jiggle to them, big, hairy biceps tensing where he holds himself up on his elbows. He loves the way Genji’s heavy accent wraps itself around naughty words.

Genji smirks.

“Hey. Hey, look here.” He waits until McCree lifts his head again to reach down and hook fingers into the synthetic material shielding his cunt and pull it aside to show off the plush, synthetic lips – how already there was glowing green sticky wetness smeared across them. He was just as easy as McCree, but they enjoyed it differently.

“Do you want a taste?”

McCree’s chin was on his chest as he stared up at him with large, canine eyes of worship, beard looking as tangled and as unkempt as his bush. There were times Genji sat back and just watched McCree talk to others; watching the way his jaw moved and fantasizing about how good it felt against his cunt – just as delicious as his pubes when Genji crammed himself full with that big American cock.

He almost misses the McCree nodding, licking his lips, a drawled “Yeah, please” rumbling from the wide barrel of his chest.

“Should I give it to you now, though?” Genji teases, fingers dipping into his slit and spreading it for McCree’s viewing pleasure; letting him see the candy green stickiness lighting the darkness of his cunt. Always so easy to fuck him in the dark; even McCree bumbling and half-asleep could stuff his cock in a glowing, warm hole and work his magic with those wide hips rolling easy and relaxed…

He didn’t need to hear McCree’s rumbling whine to get into motion, although it was a nice bonus. He gave his cock another loving nudge before sitting down on his thick belly in a smooth, fast motion, dragging his pussy against the thick hair growing over his belly button and smearing his candy juices everywhere.

“McCree,” he whispers, fingers splaying across the hirsute chest as he rolls his hips, drags the fat, sensitive clit Mercy had give him across the coarse hair of his belly. “Jesse.”

His voice is high and urgent, nearly imitating McCree’s usual impatient whines. He can feel him grip his ass, large hands easily cupping him, and almost thinks he’ll urge him up and towards his soft, greedy mouth.

Instead, he helps him move and fuck himself against the thick wall of muscle of his belly, His eyes wide and nostrils flaring as he stares down his body. McCree looks almost boyish in that moment.

So eager.

AU where genji has massive baja blast pussy lips and once Mccree let him sit on his face, and after genji orgasms and gets up it drools all over mccree’s face, staining his beard green with the thick juice…

wait what? AU? I.. thought that was canon?

I’m… so disillusioned rn. holy shit, Nonnie. Ho-ly shit.

“Genji… Genji – wait.” 

McCree wondered what he was doing, keeping Genji from mounting him and rutting him into oblivion. The cyborg was lithe and catlike above him, faceplate up and steam hissing from various joints; panting wet and warm against McCree’s throat.

“What?” His voice sounded strange when it wasn’t enhanced from within the suit; hoarse and scratchy; totally at odds with the bright, alert eyes looking up at Jesse.

He swallows – then swallows again because his throat is parched and he is sweating bullets. Genji’s body was like a furnace above him, pressing down and keeping him pinned. All warm, smooth metal  with bright neon green lights.

“I don’t … uh… how we gon’ do this, partner?” He is staring at Genji’s mouth like it is everything. It kinda.. was everything. The only soft, wet part on his body. The only human part. Jesse had been fantasizing about it more often than he likes to admit.

Genji blinks at him, the feverish haze clearing a little from his damn pretty eyes. McCree could kick himself.

“What?”

“I mean, do y’ wanna…”

He can’t finish his bumbling thoughts before Genji snorts. Grins. It looks wicked – eyes sly as he scratches Jesse beneath his chin like he’s a well behaved dog. He is only mildly embarrassed that it works – sending eager shivers down his back.

“Don’t worry about that. Look.”

And he does look – eyes drawn down to the junction of the cyborg’s thighs by soft, smooth whirring coming from within the synthetic body.

He stares, mouth falling open, as the protective plate covering Genji’s crotch suddenly slides to the side, retreating into discreetly opening panels that quickly close up again. It leaves Genji with a smooth, pretty pubic mound that has three neon green arrows – like the worlds most flashy pubic hair – pointing down towards…

McCree had to blink and tilt his head; needed to focus in the dark to make out velvety looking ink black labia. He let out a long breath like a wheeze, eyes going almost painfully large as he reaches out, hesitates, then touches. The material felt soft and squishy beneath his careful fingertips. Genji softly moaned above him, hips tilting forward in invitation.

McCree took it gladly – carefully spreading the worlds prettiest little puss, and staring in bemused arousal at the thick, neon green juice starting to drip from Genji’s opening.

“Damn flashy.”

McCree/Hanzo/Genji; Reaper/Soldier76 Commission

Commissioned by the very lovely and generous @filthinessabounds.

An Au wherein nobody seems to bat an eyelash at the fact that Reyes is grooming deadly soldiers into sexual slaves lol ; McCree gets caught by Hanzo and his brother and they have fun dehumanizing him and using him for their needs.

Slowly but surely, he worms his way into their hearts, though trololol

Warning: Shimadacest. Not too explicit but def there.

“Who’s that?” Genji asks, leaning across Hanzo’s shoulder and nuzzling the side of his face obnoxiously.

Hanzo grunts and leans away, throwing him an irritated sidelong glance before focusing back on the computer screen where a dark figure is slipping across one of their garden walls.

“Just some petty thief,” Hanzo murmurs, watching how the small figure practically swaggers across the premise and directly towards a corner of the main house behind which five guards are already waiting, silent and ready to kill. Hanzo frowns and Genji murmurs with an amused kind of wonder, “Is he insane? Maybe he’s a poor homeless idiot…”

They watch as he rounds the corner – and smoothly ducks, leg sweeping out to kick out the legs of two guards. Hanzo stiffens and Genji’s fingers on his shoulders dig in deeper as the brothers watch the shadow move fluidly – five flashes of light indicating the rapid, precise shots he fires to kill their men. A second later the growling boom of the revolver reaches through the open window behind them.

“Not just some petty thief, onii-chan,” Genji observes, eyebrows drawn together as he watches Hanzo zoom the camera in to get a better look on their reckless uninvited guest who is currently sifting through the dead men’s pockets.

“Oh,” Genji whispers when they get a look at his face. “He’s cute.”

They watch him stand back up – all long limbs and trim body encased in light armor that leaves little to the imagination. Genji’s hand slowly rubs across Hanzo’s shoulder and then slides down and into the open yukata; fingertips digging into the firm tissue around Hanzo’s nipple in mindless excitement.

“I want him, onii-chan.”

“Yes, Genji. I think this could be… amusing.”

.o.

Genji is looking excited when Hanzo steps into the room. There’s a feverish flush on his cheeks, eyes glinting from where he’s standing just out of sight of their captured prey.

Hanzo has left him more time than usual with their newest acquisition – and it shows. The naked man is flushed down his chest, his nipples an angry, almost inflamed red from getting played with.

His cock is big and beautiful and curved up towards his belly in eager anticipation. Hanzo allows himself a small smirk and ducks his head in deference so nobody would see. The first days with new prey were always the most succulent – when the knowledge started to sink in that getting horribly teased would be the only thing they could expect from their little stay.

“He’s American, onii-chan,” Genji suddenly pipes up, fingers twitching restlessly at his sides. “He has a cute accent.”

Hanzo nods at him solemnly, taking in the confused, nervous jerk of their captive’s gaze. He obviously didn’t understand a word Japanese, and it wouldn’t hurt to let him think they were discussing how to dispose of him the best.

“Did he say anything else? Who sent him?”

“No. Told me I was a pretty thing, though. And that he’d make it worth my while if I let him go.”

Hanzo nearly barks a laugh at the audacity. He watches the man strapped onto the reclining metal chair. He looks uncomfortable – but not enough to stop his cock from an overager flex against his clenching abs. He seems to have no idea whether what he found himself in was a good or bad situation. Maybe he was hoping for the former after Genji has had a little fun with him earlier.

Hanzo’s face stays an impassive, clinically scrutinizing mask as he leans over the man and inspects his wild eyes. He ignores the low, crooning sounds he makes, jaw working around his gag, and instead says, “A charmer, then. They never last long. Big talk and nothing to back it up.”

He was a gorgeous specimen, however. Long limbs, dark hair, soulful eyes – and a sharp jawline barely dusted with stubble that looked like it would be very comfortable and sturdy to sit on.

The man looked barely younger than Genji.

“What did he have on him?”

“Barely anything. His gun. Shells. Some kind of grenade.” Genji grins at Hanzo. “A communicator. We can give it a shot later. Trace back the signal.”

Hanzo follows the flick of Genji’s hand towards the table on the other side of the room currently full of their captive’s clothes and the meager gear he’s had on his person. How curious.

“Nothing else?”

“No, onii-chan.”

What had been the man’s orders?

Hanzo can see sweat forming along the brow of the man. There’s a certain kind of apprehension creeping into the brown eyes, and his cock starts to flag at last. Hanzo reaches out and shushes him when the man flinches away, stubbornly trying to turn his face from the approaching hand.

He scowls when it doesn’t really work and Hanzo taps against the slick rubber of the ball between his lips.

“So,” he says, at last switching into English. He sees a dull spark flare to life in their pet’s eyes: a spark of hope. Hanzo allows a cold smirk to curl the corners of his lips up. He uses the slick spit on the rubber ball to slowly, sensually, rub along the man’s lips. He can feel the warm, nervous huff of his quick breaths tickle his fingers. “Seems like a stray mutt wandered into our halls.”

Genji shifts, moving out from behind the man and to his side. Hanzo can see him flush an immediate, dull red when the sight reminds him of whatever Genji had done to him earlier. Hanzo wishes he would have let the cameras run. He is curious, but quite certain Genji will give him a minute replay of the happenings later.

“You know where you are, yes?” Hanzo purrs. He stops getting the man’s lips wet and glistening, and grips the point of his scruffy chin, demanding his undivided attention. The man hesitates, but nods eventually. “You know who we are?” Another nod – this one accompanied by a stubborn furrowing of his bushy eyebrows.

Genji reaches out for him and idly tweaks at one rust colored nipple until the man whimpers. Hanzo is struck by how gorgeously needy he already sounds even though basically nothing has happened. He shoos Genji’s eager fingers away with one quelling glare. Now was not the time to play.

“We don’t know who you are, though – and we are so very curious about our new guest. Will you tell us your name?” They stare at each other silently for a few seconds before the man nods cautiously.

He works his jaw, tongue darting out to lick at the tender corners of his mouth the second Genji loosens the straps of the gag and pulls it from between his obediently opened teeth.

“Howdy, partners,” the man finally drawls with a surprisingly pleasing voice, and Hanzo can’t help the small smirk twitching at his lips. He throws Genji a short glance, then looks back at their captive. Silent. Waiting. His eyes zero in on the movement of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows nervously.

“The name’s Jesse McCree.” It suits him, even though it was most certainly fake or simply erased out of history from whatever organisation had sent him. Either way, they would run it through their data banks just to be on the safe side.

“Mr. McCree,” Hanzo greets him jovially, hand falling heavily onto Jesse’s naked abdomen. He can feel the muscles clench immediately – McCree was gratifyingly sensitive it seemed.

“Welcome to Hanamura.”

.o.

“He takes it so well,” Genji near-giggles, watching how McCree’s body opens up easily to the dildo he’s working into him. “I think he’s used to it.”

Hanzo looks up from his perusal of their guest’s meager possessions and makes his way over. He stares into the flushed face; the way he has his eyes clenched tightly shut. He looks embarrassed.

“Is that so?” Hanzo asks, voice pitched low in a parody of companionable understanding. “Were you someone’s toy before?”

The dog groans and suddenly starts jerking, ripping at his ties with renewed, desperate vigor. He’s gnashing teeth into the gag they forced back in place and wildly shakes his head.

When he realizes his fervent denial has had the exact opposite effect, he sags back down into his chair – dejected.

Genji looks delighted as he rubs his cheek against the inside of McCree’s thigh and slowly presses the toy deeper until their captive grunts and his knees jerk.

.o.

“Smile for the camera, dog.”

Hanzo leans back to better get all of McCree’s body in the shot; the angry, swollen line of his cock against his messy belly; the arch of his back from having to lie on his bound arms; the cum on his bleary face dripping down his scruffy chin – he finds McCree was making a rather fetching sight. Especially when Hanzo nudges his hips forward, pushing in deeper into the welcome gape of his body. He takes another picture the second the dog’s face crumbles in almost reluctant pleasure, eyebrows drawn together and mouth dropping open as he groans.

“I think your contact will enjoy this one,” Hanzo tells him sincerely and smirks at the pitiful groan of his captive at getting reminded of his predicament.

It had not been hard to trace the signal of the dog’s communication device back, and even though the talk he’s had with the deep, growling voice of an ill-tempered man had been short and nothing short of volatile, he was more than pleased with himself.

“He will look for you, yes? You said it yourself…” Hanzo’s hands travel down the wide spread of McCree’s thighs, feeling up the trembling muscles still fighting against the ropes curled around his ankles and holding his feet up in the air.

McCree’s face flushes a dull, angry red and he grits his teeth – he hadn’t spoken for the better part of three days out of sheer stubbornness after his idiotic blunder, but Hanzo wasn’t too concerned. Sooner or later, he would sing for him.

He reaches down, curling a hand around the feverishly hot cock and gives it one gentle pump. McCree howls and arches, neck straining and body trying to writhe; to get purchase and aggressively fuck into Hanzo’s fist – needless to say he doesn’t manage any of it.

“You can come,” Hanzo coos at him, hips working torturously slow; dipping into the American’s body at his own leisure. After a second of building up McCree’s hope, he continues: “If you tell me who you’re working for.”

The dog clenches his eyes shut and harshly breathes through the process of crawling away from the very precipice Hanzo had brought him to yet again.

.o.

“P-p-p-please, I can’t. N-no.”

McCree is a blubbering, mindless mess, his lean body drenched in sweat. Hanzo suspects everything that was holding him up by now was the harness around his belly.

“I’m sure you can, Mr. McCree,” Genji tells him with a sincerity and understanding that Hanzo thinks is almost worse for the man than the insistent fingers rubbing up against his prostate. McCree is flat-out sobbing, voice cracking – and Hanzo is secretly glad he managed to stabilize the connection just in time.

“Show some backbone, boy! I can’t believe this shit. Maldito.”

The rough voice of his commander did not seem to help – if any, it was making McCree more frantic, fingernails digging against the floor until they were chipped and bleeding.

“Please stop!” he’s howling and throwing his head around, staring back to Genji who is kneeling behind him and watching with almost fond curiosity how certain movements of his fingers were causing McCree’s cock to drool out even more cum.

“I thought you wanted to come,” Genji tells him – not unreasonable, too. Hanzo watches with morbid fascination as Genji leans forward and presses a kiss against their toy’s ass. “I’m just helping you. Your poor cock looked so fat and stuffed. I think you will feel so much better when I’ve drained you.”

He is petting him, too – rubbing a hand down the dog’s sweaty back in a gentle, soothing rhythm that actually started to calm him down.

Hanzo sometimes envied Genji’s gift this particular cruelty – though, looking into his little brother’s face, he wasn’t quite certain anymore if it was still just an act.

“McCree!” the voice from the phone barks, “Don’t you dare-” he interrupts himself. Hanzo could practically hear the grinding of the man’s teeth. “McCree,” he tries again after a second, crooning this time – changing up his tactic – “You are better than this, kid. You know we’re going to get you out of there. Just hang on, alright?”

McCree whimpers. He is caught between a hard place and a rock and Hanzo feels a peculiar tug in his belly when he watches how he lets his head hang low, tears dropping from the tip of his nose.

“That’s it,” Genji coos behind him, fingers lovingly massaging their toy’s prostate into the most unsatisfying orgasm; milking him dry into a shallow bowl he put beneath the wet head of his cock earlier. “Good boy.”

McCree shudders out a breath and becomes pliant and accepting of his fate for the night.

.o.

Hanzo sits back in his chair, a scowl firmly in place.

“Again?”

“Yes, onii-chan.”

Hanzo blows out a very slow, careful breath, trying not to let his anger show too much. Genji rounds the desk and makes his brother roll back in his chair so he can place himself in his lap.

“Are we sure it was the same people?” Hanzo murmurs, stubbornly insistent on not letting Genji’s nuzzling against his throat deter him. Genji sighs and pulls back.

“There is almost no doubt. They obviously want their toy back by all means necessary. At this rate we’ll soon be defenceless because all our guard will have been taken out.”

They are both quiet as they chew on that bit. Eventually, Genji rests his head against his big brother’s shoulder and presses his face against the side of his throat.

“I like him. I don’t want to give him back,” Genji mumbles, and not for the first time Hanzo wonders if maybe his little brother hasn’t gotten too attached to the captive they’re holding in the basement.

.o.

McCree hasn’t seen daylight for more than a month and while Hanzo doesn’t find anything wrong with that, Genji is insisting that their pet should be allowed one little stroll in the neatly kept gardens behind the main house.

“He’s going to get sick if we don’t let him move his muscles more,” Genji muses while they are standing in the special basement and staring at McCree. The man in question is disoriented and trussed up, his blindfolded face twitching into the direction of their voices. He always looks more nervous when they talk Japanese, but for the first time Hanzo realizes how gaunt his cheeks are.

McCree is shivering even cramped up into a kneeling position as he was now, drool slicking out of his open mouth and onto the floor because Genji likes having unhindered access just as much as Hanzo, which is why Jesse more often than not had a spider gag prying his jaw open.

Watching McCree, he kind of did look… sad. Small and afraid, cock perpetually hard from them playing with him and not giving him release.

Hanzo scowls and turns away.

“I will need to double our guards. Make sure he is secured. I don’t want any mishap. No longer than 30 minutes.”

Genji seems mighty pleased by Hanzo’s acquiescence and squeezes his brother’s hand before setting to task on getting the dog ready for his walk.

–

They end up sending whoever McCree’s commander is a video of the mutt lying in the grass, still naked and hobbled but looking more content than either of them had ever seen with his head in Genji’s lap and his bruised-looking eyelids closed against the sun.

Hanzo is quiet while he films Genji stroking McCree’s dirty hair and down to scratch beneath his chin until McCree is tilting up for it and rumbling low in his chest.

He quickly stops to film when he feels his throat go strangely tight and he has to look away.

–

Twenty minutes later Genji is taking pictures of McCree lying stretched out in the warm grass and cuddling with Hanzo’s cock as if he was making love to it. There’s a certain kind of serenity in his face that had not been there yet as he drags his tongue slow and familiar across the swollen head of his master’s cock while sunlight warms his back.

They end up sitting and choosing various pictures of McCree’s relaxed face sticky with cum and him trying to lap at what has seeped into the beard that had grown in his captivity while McCree is rolled up at their feet and dozing, his hard dick getting tickled by the grass. For once, he doesn’t seem to mind not being able to come without their permission.

–

Genji finds out that McCree loves sweets and promptly proceeds to let him lick melted chocolate from his fingertips – and then his nipples – when McCree has eaten his daily meal like a good boy.

Hanzo, in turn, finds out McCree has a thing for cigarette smoke, after blowing it into his face on an idle whim and listening to McCree groan dragged out and needy, nostrils flaring and chest heaving as he tries to suck in as much of the smoke as possible.

They record the dog’s pathetic begging for more as Genji edges him slowly with a thin, faintly vibrating rod that he slides round and round the angrily swollen cockhead, and Hanzo blows smoke into his eyes because he likes how their pet looks when his bleary gaze clears after hectically blinking.

(Genji takes a picture of him directly sharing a drag of his expensive cigarette by kissing the mutt lewd and deep just because he had been wondering how those little, needy sounds would feel on his tongue.

They don’t send that picture but still keep it for their own purposes.)

–

“Please, please, please,” McCree is whispering, ass high in the air and hands clawing at his own cheeks to pry them apart and show off the soft gape of his hole; the flushed, swollen rim and his tender looking balls peeking out between his thighs. “In here,” he whimpers, voice rough and broken on a sob.

Hanzo pauses for a second, eyebrow furrowing in surprise. He flicks a gaze towards Genji who looks like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin behind the camera he’s holding.

“Yes?” Hanzo murmurs, one hand gently petting down the slope of their pet’s back towards his tailbone. He plays with him – fingertips rubbing along the very edge of his well used hole. “You want my cock?”

“Y-Ye…” he chokes on his own drool in his excitement, fingernails digging harshly into the skin of his pert ass. “Yes, please! Master, please!”

“Don’t you want to come?” Hanzo prompts gently, shuffling forward and replacing his teasing finger with the flushed head of his cock; dipping it into the needy gape and pulling away before McCree can try to suckle him in. The dog sobs but doesn’t strain backwards into the touch. He stays right where they put him and doesn’t move an inch.

“N…no… please. Want your cock,” he rasps.

Hanzo leans over him as his cock slides slow and smooth into a now familiar and well-loved space. Fucking McCree has become somewhat of a comfort, he realizes dimly as he puts his hand into the back of the dog’s neck and holds him down – needlessly, to be honest, since McCree is not going to go anywhere and just moaning rough and happy on his cock.

It makes for a better visual though, he finds – especially when he looks up directly into the camera and grins triumphantly, because whoever McCree’s commanding officer is, and whatever organization had sent him: now they had to know that the little fuckdoll was theirs.

Hanzo was quite pleased with himself – even though in the end, McCree was just as much a mystery as he’d been the first night. They had never gotten him to tell them anything; a fact that made Hanzo begrudgingly respect the little slut.

.o.

Their game had been fun two months ago. Now, several well-trained guards and expensive resources later, Hanzo was getting more than tired of it.

Had it been any of their other pets, he’d have killed it and thrown it out as a warning to its ilk long ago. As it was, however…

…they were in a stalemate; as simple and as complicated as that. He recognized that the man pulling the strings on the other side was just as stubborn as he, and it made for a volatile and drawn-out game of cat-and-mouse.

Sometimes Hanzo wondered about this other man and how badly he wanted McCree back. It couldn’t be out of too much affection, really – from what he and Genji had surmised from the dog’s reactions at the beginning, he’d been well trained and often fucked, yes, but also nearly pissed himself on the occasions Genji was too enthusiastic and got him to choke on his cock.

In the end, it didn’t matter too much – and didn’t change the fact that having McCree in their possession was simply expensive.

It was amusing – though not surprising, if he was honest – when the growling voice on the other side of a sudden late-night call was begrudgingly telling him the same thing.

“He’s a good cock sucker but honestly not worth the effort. I propose a deal between you and me.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes. That’s how it is, puta. Now listen up.”

.o.

“I’m surprised you actually agreed to this, onii-chan,” Genji muses, focused on the jaw he was carefully shaving. McCree was sitting still, eyes half-closed and content. He did not have a gag in this time, and all he’d said when Genji had let him spit it out into his palm was ‘Thanks partner.’

“Mostly I’m curious about this man. He did train him well.”

They watch as McCree, looking very handsome and very young without the scruff he’d had amassed, nuzzles affectionately against Genji’s shoulder. There is none of the previous apprehension he had shown whenever they had talked in Japanese around him; an easy trust radiating off of his whole person.

When Genji puts a hand on his thigh and pets him there, he eagerly opens his knees; giving them easy access to everything. Hanzo can’t help the fond feeling bubbling up in his chest, but the communicator in his ear crackling to life saves him before he does anything stupidly sappy.

‘Your guest has arrived, sir.’

Hanzo straightens and slides hands across his front to smooth down expensive, silky fabric.

“I will go and welcome our guest. We will be coming when all the… formalities have been taken care off.” McCree’s gaze flickers over to him, face losing a bit of its color. He seems nervous and apprehensive, but doesn’t bring his earlier vague protestations about the meeting up again.

(‘Don’t you want to see your old master again? You must be missing him,’ Hanzo had asked in mild amusement, sniffing delicately when all McCree did was squirm on the spot.

‘Is he dangerous?’ Hanzo had queried further, voice silky, fingers gentle as he scratched their pet behind its ears. He wondered if this was it – whether now of all times he’d finally get the answers he had been looking for.

McCree had closed his eyes, nuzzling against the inside of Hanzo’s wrist.

‘’Course he is, master,’ had been all he had been willing to say on the subject.)

Hanzo dallies a little longer, waiting for McCree to voice his protest again. When all he does is look up at Genji in embarrassed arousal, gaze flicking towards the shiny machine not far away, Hanzo huffs and makes his leave.

McCree was infuriatingly loyal.

–

The man had introduced himself as Reaper with a sardonic grin on his face and a hard glint in his eyes – and Hanzo had realized that yes, this man was dangerous; but also that they were cut from the same cloth.

Little was exchanged apart from sharp nods and almost begrudging greetings. The money was digitally transferred in the solemn silence and isolation of Hanzo’s office. He refused to be intimidated by the sheer bulky size of the man on the other side of the desk.

He had been waiting the duration of their bitter silence for Reaper to give in and ask to see his pet one last time, but was sorely disappointed. The man stood like a rock, scowl firmly in place and mouth pulled into a frown. From the looks of it, he had been ready to abandon the dog in favor of his own wounded pride.

Hanzo could… respect that.

“A last… parting present. If you will,” he had conceded eventually, gesturing towards the door with a small, economic motion. Reaper had shot him a scowling, wary gaze, then huffed out a laugh, uncrossing his arms from his wide chest.

“I hope it’ll be worth it.”

“Oh. It will.”

–

It is.

Genji has prepared the dog beautifully; long shaggy hair brushed out to a shine and pulled back into a low sitting ponytail to show off the contortions of his face; oil rubbed into his skin to get it slick and shiny for their added viewing pleasure where he kneels above a low stool with a thick, sturdy leather seat that Jesse could push against in abandon and get out all of his frustration without fear of it breaking down or him hurting himself in his efforts.

Standing to the side, Hanzo is struck again with how plain gorgeous McCree is. Limbs long and with lithe, quivering muscles as he strains aimlessly against his bonds. He has long since stopped actually fighting their appropriation of his body; all his shifting and jerking just a mindless reaction of his overloaded brain as the machine behind him works relentlessly at driving him insane.

The apparatus was as sleek it its design as it was simple; one piston of stainless steel gleaming wet and oily in the warm light of the single lamp whenever it pulls back enough to show before driving in once more; sliding in buttery smooth and getting McCree to whimper.

The sound is muffled around Genji’s cock, wide brown eyes looking up at his master with loyal adoration.

“Well.”

Reaper doesn’t say more for the longest time. His face has taken on an almost wistful expression before a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth and he slowly makes his way over; steps carefully measured and heavy on the bare concrete of the floor.

Hanzo can see the dog stiffening, body jerking against the low stool Genji has bound him to. He wants to turn his head but Genji’s hands are there holding him, not letting him pull off his cock as he nudges in deeper until he was pushing against the resistance of McCree’s throat.

McCree, in his inattention, gags – the sound wet and soft and adding to the lewd noises plainly audible above the low electrical buzz of the machine fucking into him.

His eyes have turned, rolled to the side, trying to get a glimpse of his old master as he listens to the boots step closer. Heavy and foreboding.

“You look comfortable, whore,” Reaper purrs finally. He squats down, pushes the edge of his beanie up with two fingers – not to see better but so McCree can clearly see his face.

McCree whimpers and chokes, a thin line of drool slicking from the corner of his mouth. He is shaking when Reaper puts a big, gloved hand onto his bad and slowly scratches the sweaty small of his back as if petting a pet behind its ears.

McCree’s cock, Hanzo sees with mild amusement, jerks against the smooth leather of the stool. It is as eager as it hadn’t been in a few weeks, even though – or maybe because – Jesse looks terrified.

His hips wriggle, trying to get away from the relentless fucking of the machine, eyes going big and scared when Reaper laughs at him and smacks his ass harshly, then proceeds to slip big fingers down the sweaty cleft and nudge the well prepared muscle.

“They spoiled you,” Reaper accuses, fingers dipping in alongside the steel cock driving into the man. Hanzo can see McCree’s eyes roll up, gurgling out unintelligibly as Genji keeps fucking him; makes him choke on his cock while petting his hair in adoration.

He wonders idly whether they would be able to drive McCree insane with all the differing sensations – the gentle petting and rough fucking. Telling him he’s a good boy in one ear and accusing him of being a bad one in the other.

“You just lie here and let them service you. You’ve gotten lazy.” Reaper sighs, pushing in deeper rough and too fast until Genji has to pull back because McCree needs to howl and get it out of his system. His cock is jerking and slapping relentlessly against the leather, body vibrating and toes scrabbling as best as possible against the floor as he tries to somehow breathe through the pseudo double penetration.

“I think I won’t miss you. I’m not one for lazy sluts, as you know.” Reaper finally pulls out – Jesse whimpers and clenches his flushed hole around the suddenly insufficient width of the dildo – , just to reach further down between McCree’s thighs and take a hold of his feverish cock.

“Are you going to come for me, little whore?” Reaper purrs, voice deep and ominous. The dog lets his head hang low. He’s wordlessly sobbing and shaking his head, shaggy hair slowly coming loose of the pretty ponytail.

“No. He isn’t allowed to,” Genji suddenly says, voice gentle and full of pride. He kneels down in front of Jesse and lets him mindlessly nuzzle against his chest.

Reaper looks intrigued, hand squeezing just this side of too tight as he gives Jesse a few jerks, measured to align with the harsh fucking of the machine from behind. McCree screams against Genji’s chest, smearing tears and snot against it – but doesn’t come. He is sweating bullets, hips flexing with shivery nervousness to and fro. He is unable to find even one position that doesn’t put him into agony; either he strains back into the machine, letting it push and nudge up against his prostate, or he hunches into Reaper’s fist and the tight agonizing drag of his leather glove against the overheated swollen shaft of his cock.

He is shivering and mindless in his need, a pure receptacle for what they have in store for him, and he wasn’t even begging them to stop.

He’s a good boy.

“Still…” Reaper sounds almost put out. Like he’s pouting. “I don’t think you’d last longer than my new pet.”

Now that intrigues Hanzo.

He clears his throat delicately and draws Reaper’s gaze back to him.

.o.

Hanzo has to admit: watching two pets fight for their masters’ approval was… exhilarating. Reaper’s boy was, in fact, no boy anymore – but his body was just as tight and eager to provide, even as scarred as it was.

Watching them practically snuggle with each other, exchanging wet little kisses for their viewing pleasure, pink slips of tongue visible every now and then… it was nice. Very, very… nice.

“I want to invite them more often, onii-chan,” Genji whispers into his ear, breath warm and a little wet. He’s excited, pulling his brother’s hand over and into his lap, and Hanzo can’t help but lovingly squeeze the warm bulge he can feel as he watches ‘Soldier’ – they hadn’t been given another name – eagerly mount one of McCree’s thighs to rut against.

They are silent at first; making no sounds other than sharp, little puffs of breath and the wet smacking of their needy kisses – until Reaper slams his fist onto the table next to him and stretches out more decadently on the couch they’re enjoying the show from.

“Louder,” he demands – and the pets follow blindly. Eagerly. Sweet little moans with rough voices drifting over to them as Soldier hunches and bucks against McCree’s hairy thigh, getting the crisp hair sticky with pre-cum.

Jesse, as much as he had turned around and was happy with the two brothers, very much was still tuned into the sinuous drawl of his old master’s voice, it seems.

Soldier’s hands are in McCree’s shaggy hair, taking generous fists full of it and pulling Jesse’s head back to practically attack his jaw with biting little kisses that have the dog whining and straining up – both of them trying to hump the other, their movements frantic, almost feverish.

“How long did you say since he was last allowed to come?” Hanzo asks idly, hand slipping secretly between the folds of Genji’s hakama until the young, sleek cock practically springs into his palm.

Reaper makes a flicking gesture with his fingers – uninterested and distracted. “A month. Maybe two.”

Hanzo grunts – more to disguise Genji’s needy gasp and how he is squirming; fucking up into Hanzo’s fist and clawing at his arm as they watch Soldier and McCree wrestle with each other; shoving and pulling, biting at whatever skin available in their need to make the other come, until they are finally in position: Soldier on his back and Jesse kneeling above, their hard cocks flushed painfully dark, bobbing right into each other’s face.

“Don’t you dare fucking shootin’ before he does,” Reaper growls, dark eyes boring into the action, an obvious erection tenting his black combat pants. Soldier whimpers – a strangely alluring sound with his rough voice – and jerks his hips up mindlessly. His cock slaps into McCree’s cheek before Jesse can open his mouth and try to catch the bobbing, wet tip.

“Fuck!” Soldier shouts, fingers digging into Jesse’s ass. He is panting, chest heaving with his quick little breaths, blue eyes wide and panicked as he flicks a gaze towards his master, then stares blindly at McCree’s dick and the dark, ripe swell of his balls just centimeters from his nose. It takes him a second or two – with Jesse slurping loud and lewd, eyes closed in bliss – until he can get his bearings back under control and dives right in.

Hanzo thinks he’s never watched anything more beautiful than those two sluts fighting for dominance – sucking for all they were worth and utilizing dirty tricks to achieve their goals.

Jesse was the first one to cave for it; letting Soldier’s cock slide out of his mouth so it could slap wet against the tight clench of his abs before he ducked down lower, lips wet and needy as they got dragged across the older man’s balls.

Soldier whines – muffled – tendons in his neck straining as he scrabbles for any semblance of tranquility all the while choking himself on Jesse’s cock.

“You’ve always been working dirty, McCree,” Reaper says, a laugh in his voice. He seems almost begrudgingly admiring.

Soldier, for his part, manages to wet a finger before rudely pushing it against the tight clench of Jesse’s hole; making him loose rhythm and equilibrium as he gets sucked and stimulated from the inside at the same time. Hanzo can see those brown eyes getting large as he chokes and has to pull back, hips canting back needily into Soldier’s ministrations.

Hanzo clenches his teeth, fingers wet from his brother’s cock sliding silkily between them. Genji is panting wet and warm against his neck, one eye constantly on the display of the pets.

“Dog!” he growls – and McCree jerks back to work, drooling eagerly all over Soldier’s flexing cock as he licks it back into his mouth to suck on with gentle pressure.

In the end, it is an innocent hand that tips the scale – McCree petting lovingly, mindlessly along Soldier’s side and lying low on the desperate clench of his abs where he sweeps his thumb along the skin in slow sweeps. It is like the orgasm gets shocked out of the older man – he’d not been prepared for the simple show of affection; whining as he slings his arms around McCree’s hips in a crushing hug, howling his climax against the inside of Jesse’s thigh.

They can’t see the cum – but they can hear Jesse swallowing; his face smug and dreamy from the nice, warm load he had been treated to.

Reaper hisses obscenities in a language Hanzo can’t name. He is furious and his pet looks heartbroken even as it’s still shuddering through the mild aftershocks, chest heaving and face flushed. Hanzo can’t keep the smug smirk from his face; eyes wandering to McCree’s face, lips swollen and parted, and eyes glassy in dumb animal need.

Oh what a good boy he was.

.o.

“You look gorgeous,” Hanzo croons. McCree really does; kneeling on a plush, richly ornamented cushion in Genji’s rooms, clad in nothing but a silky, expensive yukata that can’t begin to hide his eager erection – not that it was supposed to.

McCree grins from ear to ear. He looks almost drunk, eyes heavy lidded in pleasure, body straining towards Hanzo with the need to get over to him without actually moving from the spot they had put him on.

Genji is still rummaging around in the bathroom after having spent the last half hour hand feeding their pet little bites of delicacies.

“Good pets always get treats,” Hanzo promises him and steps closer into easy range, hands carding through his shaggy hair as McCree nuzzled forward into his crotch, breathing in deep the smell of his cock.

He lets him play; even as Genji finally comes out of the bathroom, triumphantly holding up the special sleeve they purchased just for their pet.

Hanzo hugs Jesse’s head to his abdomen as Genji kneels down behind him and presses a kiss against the back of his neck, hand with the silicon-filled sleeve coming forward to gently push it around McCree’s weeping cock.

Hanzo can feel the slut’s shout even before he hears it; has to hold him as McCree jerks forward, hips stuttering helplessly into the seemingly wet, silky clutch around his cock.

Genji holds it steady, letting Jesse fuck into his hand. He is whispering encouragement against the back of his head – almost babytalking him as McCree desperately fucked the toy, hips jerky and coltish.

“You can come,” Hanzo promises him when he turns his head and throws a feverish, panicked gaze up at him. “You can come as often as you like today. Good pets always get treats.”

–

Being allowed to come to his heart’s content until he was shivering and oversensitive, cock messy and pink from exertion, had not been McCree’s first treat – just the beginning of many.

Hanzo had to admit that watching the dog carefully stretch out on one of the huge cushions in their private home at the back of the Shimada estate was a treat in and off itself. Jesse McCree looked like an exotic bird with his warm brown skin and hairy countenance in midst the traditional Japanese setting and Hanzo already knew that he would use every opportunity to show him off like a precious, raw jewel.

They got him two servants to attend his grooming – pretty little things as demure as they were efficient – and Hanzo had come to watch that first time after Genji had called him over excitedly; standing in the doorway and watching his pet’s confused, almost fearfully-aroused look as he lay on his back and stared down his long upper body to where the two girls were handling his cock expertly between their small hands, pushing it this and that way to carefully groom the unkempt tangle of his pubic hair into a pretty, silky mat of shortened stubble.

He’d been making soft, nervous sounds in the back of his throat, toes curling and hips carefully still, obviously eying the sharp blade so close to his cock with trepidation.

As a treat for being a good boy, they jerked him off and let him come across their strong, talented fingers.

Not seldom was McCree presenting him or Genji with a pretty, new accessory the two had gotten for him; a new yukata tailored to perfection; a toy stuffed into his hole and shown off with his ass in the air and sweaty face pressed against the floor…

McCree had a good – if… exhausting… – life.

–

“You’re going over to onii-chan like this, yes?” Genji purrs right into his ear, arms hugging him from behind – actually hugging. Genji is the most demonstrative with his affection; keeping Jesse close even as he makes him ride him for the second time as Jesse’s legs start shaking in exhaustion and his lungs burn with the sharp, panting breaths he is taking.

Genji is gentling him through all of it; whispering praise and encouragement as he trails gentle fingertips along the straining length of Jesse’s cock.

“I’m going to get you sloppy and full, and you’re going to crawl over to onii-chan and let him have you like that.” Genji is babbling, his happy unashamed filth making McCree’s ears burn and his ass clench in eagerness. Fuck yes, he wanted to get sent to his other master filled up and dripping. Fuck yes he wanted master to fuck into his sloppy ass and use him…

“And when he’s done with you,” Genji murmurs, bucking up and McCree see stars as he pushes right against the ripe swell of his prostate, arms still hugging him like a big teddy bear and keeping him on the seat of his master’s lap even when he gets light-headed and loses control of his limbs, “You’ll come back here and let me give you your present. I want to fill you up until your belly is bulging. Want you to look like our pregnant little house whore… lounging on our cushions and getting spoiled…”

McCree whines strained through the makeshift gag Genji had stuffed into his mouth – probably his underwear or something – eyes rolling towards the equipment to the side; the one that would fill him with an artificial, harmless substance that would keep him full and bloated…

“You like that, precious pet?” Genji whispers, hand lovingly stroking McCree’s flat belly and feeling up the shivering abs.

“Yes,” Jesse mumbles through the gag, drool soaking into the fabric. “Yes, please!”

–

Hanzo likes to have McCree during the times when everything is silent and only the night shift guards awake.

Jesse has to admit, he likes those occasions the most; when he can sit on a plush pillow between his master’s thighs and listen to him typing away or scrawling on a piece of paper; working relentlessly while Jesse is keeping his cock nice and warm, a spider gag helping him to keep his jaw open.

He’ll be allowed to rest his head against his master’s thigh when he gets too sleepy, tongue rubbing against the soft cock whenever he can remember to do so.

Master never seemed to care about him not paying perfect attention at these times – like he was favoring Jesse’s companionship even above the use of his mouth.

Every now and then, his master’s hand would slip down and give him an affectionate scratch behind the ear.

Jesse was in heaven.