Patreon Comp – Fic#87 – continuation of patreon fic – McCree/Hanzo – past abuse; A/B/O; jackalope!Jesse; Bunny!Hanzo; rimming – Being Good To You 2

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Jesse wakes with a sudden start, and is immediately alert to everything going on around him. His ears are slightly vibrating as he listens to the sound of the night around them – and the grinding of teeth next to him.

He exhales in a whoosh, eyes closing for a moment. He tries to relax from the immediate fight-or-flight response that has had his body on high alert, and drags a hand over his face. The grinding does not stop, obviously.

He turns his head and glances to the bunny next to him. Hanzo is curled into a tight ball, holding his own ears in a white knuckled grip just beneath his chin. His face is drawn tight, and practically dripping with cold sweat.

Jesse slides down some and curls an arm around him. The pained grinding of teeth stops the moment Hanzo wakes from whatever nightmare has had him in its grip. He looks up with bleary, dark eyes, mutely staring at Jesse.

The Beta’s scent is soft and calming despite the thick undertones of smoke and sweat. Or maybe because of them. They’ve been together long enough now that Hanzo has grown very accustomed to the day-to-day stink that Jesse exudes.

Jesse begins to rub thick fingertips against Hanzo’s jaw, massaging muscles that had to undoubtedly ache. The dazed expression he’s got going looks like he has the mother of all headaches from the frantic grinding of his teeth.

His ears, when Jesse brushes one of them back, are just as clammy with sweat as the rest of his body, simply from him squeezing them in his hands as he had slept.

“Nightmares?” Jesse asks in a rumble. Hanzo blinks his bruised looking eyelids and nods mutely. He looks like absolute shit, if Jesse is being honest. “Can I help?”

Hanzo shakes his head. He closes his eyes, slowly relaxing, then pushing his head forward to press his face between Jesse’s hairy pecs. For a moment it looks like he might simply want to go back to sleep and forget that anything had ever happened, but he suddenly unfolds from the little ball he had curled himself into and pushes at Jesse until the jackalope is on his back, staring up at the bunny mounting his wide hips.

He’s not necessarily used to being on his back – he much prefers mounting up and being a lazy ass by letting his dick do all the work for him – but Hanzo’s face is set in a very determined frown, and he can’t bring himself to object to the treatment.

In any case, the way Hanzo braces himself on Jesse’s chest and twists his hips against his cock makes it seem like Jesse is in for a real treat. Maybe Hanzo’ll do all the work tonight and all Jesse has to do is lie back and let the magic happen.

The way Hanzo drags his tight little ass against Jesse’s lap lets him feel the silky soft slip of his tail tickling the tops of his thighs every now and then. Enough so that Jesse can’t help but let his hands wander, fingers creeping up thickly muscled thighs that he knows out of painful experience can deliver impossibly painful kicks, and towards the little black tail that the Omega sports.

It feels downy soft between Jesse’s thick, brutish fingers. He lightly squeezes the fur between their tips until he encounters the thin, delicate bones. He stares up into Hanzo’s face while he lets his thumb trail over the barely noticeable kink in the little tail where it had obviously been broken once.

Whether by someone else or by Hanzo himself, he would not be able to tell.

Hanzo has stopped grinding on him for now, his wide chest slowly moving with his calm yet deep breaths. His dark, glittering eyes seem to stare right into Jesse’s soul; like he wants to figure him out. As if Jesse had the brain capacity of being anything deeper than a bastard Beta jackalope that somehow tumbled into the envious situation of being allowed to fuck this gorgeous Omega bunny on the regular.

Maybe in Hanzo’s eyes… he was.

Hanzo has been so difficult the first few weeks and months; letting Jesse feel up his tail like this, or rubbing his fingertips in little circles over the slick scar tissue right at the base of it had been absolutely unthinkable. Now he is just sitting there, letting the jackalope feel him up slowly.

Tracing for the millionth time the gashes that rough Alphas had dug into Hanzo’s back as they had tried to make the Omega submit while brutally mating him.

Jesse had wanted to be an Alpha for most of his life; the experience seemed just a lot more exciting than being a Beta, but… after meeting Hanzo that had changed considerably.

He likes more that the bunny will stuff his face into his throat and huff his scent to calm down. That something so minuscule… something that Jesse can’t even help but produce is enough to make the Omega relax from whatever demons have him in their grasp.

“You good again?” Jesse asks in a drawl. “We can just keep sleepin’, you know.”

Hanzo scoffs. He reaches up, curling one hand around a slim antler and using it to angle Jesse’s head just like he wants it to be. Jesse winces slightly, but the discomfort is not enough to try and pry Hanzo’s fingers from his antler.

Hanzo starts to move, crawling up Jesse’s body.

“I changed my mind,” he announces, voice sounding pretty roughed up. “I will enjoy your tongue instead to relax.”

It isn’t a question, and Jesse feels stupidly excited because of it. Hanzo is rude, just taking what he wants, but it is part of his caustic charme. He shoves himself over Jesse’s face and makes sure to drag his cock and balls over it as well just to smear his dizzying Omega scent everywhere.

They’re not mated, but they might as well be.

Hanzo curls both hands around Jesse’s antlers, holding on fast and directing him like he is some kind of glorified toy. And Jesse, because he’s head over heels and adores the bunny, just lets him get away with it.

He opens his mouth wide and twitches with his ears; his whole demeanour projecting eager submission for the little bunny. He laps at the Omega’s hole the moment he lowers himself down far enough for him to reach.

Hanzo sits down heavily, Jesse’s big, crooked nose digging into the humid space behind the bunny’s balls. He pets along Hanzo’s thickly muscled thighs, trying to endear himself to the Omega when he is clearly in a mood to be rough and just take what he wants.

He kind of doesn’t want to suffocate beneath him. A moment before he would have to seriously tap out, Hanzo suddenly lifts and lets Jesse pull in air with huge, rasping gulps.

“Holy shit,” Jesse murmurs, mouth a bit numb from trying to frantically work Hanzo into an orgasm. When he blinks up at him, he realizes that the Omega isn’t even hard, though. He frowns but before he can ask, Hanzo lowers himself again. Gentler this time.

His harsh grip on Jesse’s antler’s relents and instead he even lets a few fingertips slide along the ragged edges of the jackalope’s ears. Jesse’s life hadn’t been easy either, though he doesn’t think he’s had it as rough as Hanzo. If these things could even be ‘measured’ against each other.

His body starts to relax, and only now does he realize that he’s been tight as a bowstring since Hanzo had started crawling up his body to use his mouth.

He stretches his legs out and stops grabbing at Hanzo’s thighs like a drowning man. His tongue is unrelenting, gently lapping against the tight little hole until Hanzo opens up for him enough to wriggle his tongue inside.

If Hanzo just wants him to lick his ass to feel in charge and feel good about himself… why would Jesse deny him? It’s not like he’s not fantasizing about it basically every waking moment. Hanzo is an impossibly pretty bunny after all; teasing Jesse constantly just by existing.

What he gets for being a good boy is the rare occasion of Hanzo gently petting his ears and carding fingers softly through his hair. While Jesse is very easy in doling out affection; grooming Hanzo’s silky black lop ears, or kissing and touching him, the bunny is a lot more reserved.

It’s alright, Jesse supposes. He can’t force him to be all lovey-dovey with him; neither can he force him to groom his fucked up ears or polish his antlers for him. It wouldn’t mean anything if he had to argue with Hanzo about it and make him do it like that. It means a lot more in situation like these when their scents are softly intermingling and everything has just narrowed down to the two of them; Jesse servicing Hanzo and getting gently cared for in return.

He doesn’t think the old demons will ever leave either of them; their scars run too deep for that, but… if nightmares always end like this, he thinks they can handle the rest just well.