Extension March 2022 Drabble #1

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Part 2 (This Part)

Gabriel/Hanzo – Change in POV; Hanzo and Genji look at each other while Hanzo *works*.

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Hanzo throws Genji a murderous glare. In return he gets him mouthing ‘please’ and lifting his hands in a prayer. Unashamedly begging his older brother to prostitute himself so he’ll be able to get out scott free.

Bastard.

Hanzo looks back toward the imposing figure on the sofa and slowly raises from his chair, tongue swiping along his suddenly dry lips without his say-so. He does not like to show nerves, even though Reyes must know his heart is beating a mile a second.

If he didn’t, he would know it when reaching out for Hanzo and curling his large, warm hand around his wrist, fingers pressing with ease against his pulse point. The ease with which he carries himself, simply taking what he wants is… well. Hanzo can’t deny that it is sexy.

Doesn’t mean he just has to take everything lying down; so he sits next to Reyes and puts as much distance between them as possible – which is, admittedly, not much.

“You are a generous man, Mister Reyes. I can tell as much. Many would find it unnegotiable after Genji’s quite frankly embarrassing conduct.”

Reyes watches him from beneath hooded eyes, apparently willing to let him play for a moment while he is getting entertained.

“I am no tyrant,” he murmurs, letting go of Hanzo’s wrist and instead reaching for his face, fingertips lightly brushing from the hinge of his jaw to the very tip of his chin.

Hanzo can smell the lotion he must be using; a nice earthy scent that is not too overwhelming as he touches Hanzo as if he were his. “And as I’ve said… I have my own little idiot to look out for. We are not related but I know the thoughts that must be running through your head right now.”

He slowly slides his fingers back toward the hinge of Hanzo’s jaw – and then moves to slowly curl his large palm around his throat; not squeezing but holding on all the same. Hanzo can’t help but swallow… and sees the left corner of Reyes’ mouth twitch upward as he feels it against his palm.

“”Then you will… allow me to have a game with you?” Hanzo rasps, mouth suddenly gone so dry. It is difficult not to reach up and try to force the strangers hand away; but a small glance toward Reyes’ bodyguards has him keep his hands on his lap, eyes going back to their boss.

Reyes smiles, white teeth flashing at him and making him look even more like a predator.

“Trying to lessen the sum that he owes me, hm? No… I am no longer in the mood for games. What I am in the mood for is to have a pretty little thing such as yourself sitting on my cock while your brother has to watch and stew in the knowledge that he is responsible for this. You approve, do you not? Two birds with one stone: you may help him not get a bullet through his head right where he sits now,” one of Reyes’ guards suddenly lifts his arm and points a gun with a silencer straight at Genji’s forehead, “and we also teach him a valuable lesson in the same turn. It is quite efficient… and I am all about efficiency, you see.”

Hanzo’s heart has stopped a second as he watched the gun be pointed at his brother and when it starts up again it is pounding a lot faster than before. He and Genji lock eyes for a second before he is pulled forward by the hand on his throat, Reyes other arm curling easily around his hips and urging him onto his lap.

“There you go. I love the Shimadas, you know. So damn pretty… such perfect whores.” Reyes easily smiles at him, hand squeezing Hanzo’s ass. “I’ll tell you what happens now. One of my men here will give you some lube and you will prepare yourself for a night of fun.”

There’s nothing Hanzo can say to that. There’s a gun pointed at Genji’s head and the cards have all been on the table for a while. The chance that he would be given an opportunity to play a game has been slim to none in the first place.

He swallows hard and slowly stands up after the second guard has suddenly pulled out a tube of lube from his pocket and thrust it into Hanzo’s face.

He makes it a point to stare straight at Genji as he drops his pants and pushes slick wet fingers into his hole. It’s all his goddamn fault!

.o.

Reyes watches this all with apparent amusement – though he does not wait long. Far too soon he reaches out and grabs Hanzo by the wrist, pulling him close.

“You know, one might think that this isn’t the first time this has happened,” he says conversationally as he turns Hanzo around by the hips and pulls him back until his cock can nose up against his wet, barely prepared hole. “One might think that your little brother has used you quite a few times as his ‘get out of jail free’ card…”, he murmurs right against Hanzo’s ear as he starts to pull him down, spearing him on cock nice and slow…

“Is he looking at his brother?” Reyes asks briefly over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir.”

He chuckles, forcing Hanzo down until he is sitting on his lip, cock nice and deep inside his barely prepared pussy. He enjoys the feeling of the muscles nervously trembling around him before he rasps to Hanzo: “Keep looking at him… that’s your goal, isn’t it? You love that he’s getting into trouble again… and again… and again…” he has grabbed Hanzo’s hips and is starting to crudely move him along his dick in time of his words, spearing into his hot insides without care. “And that you have to get him out of it every time.”

The little slut arches his back and shakes his head vehemently. Gabriel can hear his breathing, quick and wet. He wonders just how true his words might be. Maybe there is even more to their little game… Genji certainly is watching with rapt attention despite his face now being as red as a brick, his fingers clenched in the fabric of his pants.

Gabriel bites into Hanzo’s earlobe to have his attention before he quite suddenly lets go of his hips altogether and rasps at him: “Go on. I don’t feel like doing all the work when you are here to take care of everything.”

The whore doesn’t move immediately… but when his words sink in he does take a shuddering breath and leans forward, hands on his knees as he slowly starts to bounce on Gabriel’s dick. The way he does it is telling; it’s not the first time he’s been made to work for what he wants… no matter how high-and-mighty he likes to present himself.

It’s not Gabriel’s first rodeo; though he does not usually stoop to methods such as these. He’s heard of how cute the Shimada sluts can be and he’s been wanting to try it out for a while now. Who would have thought that Genji would be so eager to push his brother into the waiting maw of the monster?

Sitting there and watching as his own sibling is debasing himself and tending to dick just so he won’t have to pay for his own actions-

Delicious… and so wonderfully depraved.

Hanzo is trying hard not to make any noise as he rams himself with cock, but the wet slide of skin against skin and the soft, breathy sighs being pushed out of him are very loud in the otherwise silent room.

He’s slow, though… and getting even slower as time goes on.

Gabriel clicks his tongue and grabs him by the back of his neck, flushed the same shade of dark red as his brother’s slack, dumbfounded face. As he makes him pause halfway along his dick in an awkward squatting position he drawls: “You need to be more in shape, Mister Shimada… you don’t often have to work for it, do you? Hmmm… Let’s see…”

Gabriel bucks up, nearly toppling Hanzo who cries out in surprise. It’s easy to rearrange him as he stands up, towering over the compact little whore. Soon enough he’s got him bent over the side of the expensive couch and spreads his cheeks wide so he can see his hole, pink and soft and wet with lube. Perfectly ready to be spread on dick and used as the cumdump that it is.

He puts a foot up on the couch for better leverage and starts to slam into Hanzo, forcing out croaked little sounds that skitter up his spine as he hears them. Gabriel leans over him, grabbing him by his silky, black hair and turning his head toward his brother, keeping him looking right at him as he fucks him like the nasty little slut that he is.

“Beg him to come into my backrooms again,” he tells him in a low, silky voice. “Beg him to play some poker again. I could be persuaded to find a way everyone gets happy-” he bucks hard at that word, nearly making Hanzo topple onto his face, “-and satisfied.

I love making deals with Shimada whores.”