Chapter 23 – Life And Death Situations

Instead of offering Jesse to keep watching them make out, Genji offers him his whole brother so he'll have his hands free...

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“Jesse. Come here.”

Genji sounds so commanding that Jesse takes a step forward before he can think better of it. Hanzo’s face scrunches up, a hand shooting out to grab Genji by the shoulder and shake him slightly.

“What are you up to?”

Genji ignores him, instead keeping his focus on Jesse as he looks him up and down, then jerks his head.

“Come here,” he reiterates with a bit more emphasis. “You like my brother, don’t you?”

Jesse doesn’t just follow along like a brainless puppet this time, but he keeps close enough to almost touch the brothers, staring down at them on his couch. Damn, but they are a gorgeous pair. He can somewhat understand all those legends about mermaids and sirens and all that jazz – if all of them looked like those two beauties.

“I mean. He’s not hard on the eyes. Neither are you.”

Genji’s grin widens. Jesse doesn’t think he knows the expression but he obviously can extrapolate what he means.

The young sea dragon lifts his hand and cups his brother’s cheek, thumb dragging against one high cheek bone.

“He is beautiful, I know. Do you want to play with him? I got him nice and ready.”

Hanzo’s face darkens even more. He slaps Genji’s hand away from his face, but doesn’t say a thing.

Jesse, for his part, has already forgotten all about the conversation he just had with Zenyatta. His focus has narrowed solely on Genji and Hanzo, watching them interact, and not knowing how to respond to it.

Genji’s eyes flick to the side, just past Jesse; staring at Zenyatta behind him presumably. Jesse wonders vaguely what the robot might be thinking, suddenly having been thrust in the middle of such debauchery.

“You can have my brother for now,” Genji tells Jesse with the air of a magnanimous ruler after shifting his attention back to him. 

Jesse wonders if he is being used. Maybe as a distraction? Maybe big brother is getting in between some much needed alone time between Genji and his little lover robot, and he needed to get Hanzo’s attention shifted to something… or someone else.

Jesse does not know how he feels about being whored out… except that he does and he finds likes it. At least when he is being actively thrown into Hanzo’s arms, it seems.

“You can not-” Hanzo starts, making as if to stand in his agitation, but Genji holds him and keeps him where he is, leaning in and whispering heatedly into his ear. Jesse is drifting closer but unable to hear what Genji is telling Hanzo.

The sea dragon’s eyes do slant over, looking Jesse up and down slowly as he listens to his brother’s words as a king might to an advisor. Jesse finds himself wanting to stand taller; like he needs to impress Hanzo despite already having had him basically in his lap just the night before.

Eventually, Hanzo leans back a little and hums. It draws Jesse’s gaze to his mouth, plump and red from… from kissing his brother. Suckling on his tongue. Moaning soft and delicious-

He is getting distracted again, rubbing a hand over his face. Could he blame that, too on the scratches on his forearm? He really wants to.

“Very well. Come here.” He spreads his arms as if to give a hug. Genji is beaming, slipping out from Hanzo’s side to get to Zenyatta, grasping his wrist and pulling him closer. Jesse throws them a short glance as he slips over the back of the couch, heart hammering. He’s too old for this… sleepover kind of shenanigans, really, but how could he say no to a man like Hanzo wanting to crawl into his lap and resume where they had left off last time?

It is insane. They’re all insane. As he vaults over the couch and comes to sit next to a sour looking Hanzo he wonders if this is even all… real. Or maybe he is lying in a hospital somewhere with severe brain damage, dreaming all of this up… the occasional sharp pain in his arm just from an infusion being changed…

Hanzo is right there, grasping his head and offering up his pink, kiss-swollen mouth, and his head goes blessedly empty. His mark is radiating warmth, prickling through his body and settling hot in his guts as he gently urges Hanzo to come closer, closer, closer still until he is sitting in his lap.

He is somewhat aware of movement in his peripheral vision as Genji tugs Hanzo to the other lumpy couch that Jesse got in his living room, but mostly he is focused on Hanzo, Hanzo, Hanzo. He is filling his head like the warmth is filling his body. It is a bit… scary, maybe. Jesse’s fancied people before. Has been… in love before, but it has never been like this. All consuming. Like he has to keep kissing Hanzo if he wants to live.

Hanzo is on him, slowly twisting his hips while urging Jesse’s head back so he can dominate the kiss, getting in deep and rubbing his slippery tongue against Jesse’s.

This is as scary as it is exciting. Jesse is no idiot, despite the way he behaved up until now. He knows that there is a weird connection between him and Hanzo due to the wound the sea dragon has given him. He knows that he is kind of… enslaved to the whims of this man, but the knowledge doesn’t help him to withstand his advances when he unselfconsciously grinds down against Jesse while his brother is right there next to him watching with a smug and self-satisfied expression as far as Jesse can out of the corner of his eyes.

He has to remind himself that the brothers have been alone for all their lives. At least as far as he’s been able to deduce. It would make sense that they are impossibly attached to one another. That they would share… everything.

A small spike of pain radiating from Jesse’s forearm has him hiss. Hanzo’s hands grasp his cheeks, fingers digging into the beard, forcing him to look at the sea dragon sitting on his lap, dark eyes thin with anger.

“Focus on me!” he orders sharply. Jesse nods quickly.

“Y-Yeah.. yeah, of course.”

He wonders if Hanzo has always been such a bitchy pillow princess, or whether he just feels like he can boss Jesse around like this. Part of him is glad that Hanzo does not feel anymore like he has to be cautious of Jesse.

Staring up at the handsome face, he curls his arms around him in a bear hug, pulling him deeper into his lap. One hand slides on Hanzo’s ass, urging his hips to hunch forward. He can see Hanzo’s nostrils flare, mouth opening slightly the moment he feels Jesse’s warm erection pressing against him.

This is a madhouse; Jesse with a lap full of the most gorgeous man he had ever seen, and his ears filled with the soft amorous murmurs of yet another handsome lad that tried his best to get into the pants of a robot of all people.

He doesn’t dare to look over to see how well that particular endeavor is going. He’s quite frankly concerned for his cock’s well-being, especially now that Hanzo is fumbling to open his pants. His brows are furrowed in concentration, fingers carefully working to slip the button through the hole and drag the zipper down. Jesse watches him do all of that, the pain from before just an afterthought once again.

Hanzo is fully in control of him, he thinks as he slowly curls his fingers around the hem of the sea dragon’s shirt and lifts it up. Hanzo pauses when he notices what Jesse is doing, but after a moment of consideration he takes his hands off of him to help in divesting him of the garment. It seems like he’s come to the conclusion that letting Jesse pay attention to how pretty he is will only work in his favor.

Hanzo’s torso is completely hairless, which in and off itself is not too weird, but it does also accentuate the distinct… non-human aspects of him. Jesse curls his hands around Hanzo’s ribcage, thumbs slowly dragging along the underside of his plump pectoral muscles. He can feel the roughness of his skin; like fine sandpaper.

He lets his thumbs travel up, dragging over Hanzo’s nipples. The skin here feels more human; soft and sensitive, the tips hidden inside pudgy areolas. He has no idea whether all sea dragons have nipples like these or whether Hanzo is a special case, but he’s always had a thing for inverted nipples.

Hanzo is sitting there easily, not reacting much either way as he watches Jesse like a hawk. It is intimidating for sure, but not enough to keep him from leaning in and sealing his mouth over Hanzo’s nipple, latching on and suckling harshly.

Above him, Hanzo finally reacts with a sharp inhale, hands grabbing Jesse’s shoulders, fingers digging in painfully.

Jesse stays where he is, suckling, changing up targets once to leave the other teat swollen dark with blood and glistening wet with saliva. Hanzo’s fingers eventually loosen their hard grip on him some, instead playing with his hair as he lets himself get serviced.

Not too far away Jesse can hear Genji’s near incessant murmurs as he tries his hardest to get into the robot’s pants – though he can’t make out distinct words.

He pulls off the second nipple with a wet pop, then leans up. He drags his lips and beard against Hanzo’s neck for but a second before the sea dragon stiffens sharply, hissing through his teeth. Jesse hesitates, feeling a faint phantom ache against his neck, and, remembering the sensitive gills that Hanzo has in his… other form… gentles his approach down.

This kind of making out is… it is intense. It goes to his head like sweet wine, leaving him dazed and almost reeling as he curls his arms around the man in his lap and has the dual sensation of feeling a phantom hug around his own body. He presses soft butterfly kisses against Hanzo’s neck, and feels them peppered over his own in a vague afterquake that has his toes curl in his boots.

It’s like making out with himself and yet not. A kind of decadent form of masturbation that has blood rush into his cheeks, heat washing through his body.

Hanzo is trembling slightly. Jesse can feel that he likes what is happening. It slowly dawns on him that their connection is not only one-way. Hanzo might have a larger sway over him, forcing his emotions onto Jesse – whether intentionally or not – but Jesse can also open himself up to them, it seems. Use them to pry into matters that Hanzo probably wouldn’t necessarily want him to pry into.

He presses one last, suckling kiss against the sensitive neck, feeling sparks – faint and dull – skittering through his own body, then leans against the backrest and just stares up at Hanzo, tongue slowly gliding over his lips.

There’s a bit of salt on them. Hanzo still smells like the ocean, too.

A soft static sound briefly flares next to them, and he can’t help but look over, seeing how Genji has his face buried similarly against Zenyatta’s neck, his hand curled around the other side, fingers lightly woven into a bunch of delicate looking cables.

Zenyatta’s hands are nervously fluttering around Genji’s shoulders and head before finally settling in his hair, the static buzzing sound growing louder and fainter in irregular intervals.

Hanzo, apparently annoyed that he once again is no longer the sole focus, leans down and into him to test the sharpness of his teeth against Jesse’s collar bone, hands impatiently pulling on his clothes… but Jesse can’t quite pull his eyes away from the sight of Genji’s fingers crawling up Zenyatta’s neck, toward what looks to him like a small button.