CYOA – Life And Death Situations – Chapter 20

Hanzo has never watched TV, so Jesse is not necessarily surprised when they are sitting there until late into the night.

It is… comfortable. The bone deep scare from the bathroom episode earlier has finally dissipated and left Jesse just kind of floating. His thoughts wander while he gracefully let Hanzo have the remote and zap to his heart’s content.

It is as surreal as it is amusing to watch a mythical creature be so immersed in something so mundane, but it probably makes sense. In any case, Jesse enjoys the down time. To just sit and let himself calm down, the knowledge of what he has potentially become always in the back of his mind but not causing the distress he would have thought it would.

As his grandmother had always liked to say: it is what it is. It isn’t lethal, and since he had started to hang out with Hanzo, the siren call of the sea had dulled into a soft little whisper at the back of his mind that was easily ignored.

It’s late enough that the softcore porns are starting to play. When Hanzo gets stuck on one, Jesse doesn’t really notice it at first, looking at the screen but not actively watching anything until he hears the soft moan floating through the room.

He blinks and starts to pay more attention. He glances to Hanzo, who is staring at the screen with the same severe frown he’s had on for most of the evening. He begins to wonder if that is Hanzo’s resting face.

“What are ya thinkin’?” he asks softly. It’s the first time in a couple hours that he’s spoken, but Hanzo does not flinch. He glances at him out of the corner of his eyes with a gaze that can cut a man to the bone.

“What do you mean?” he asks back disdainfully enough that Jesse almost does not want to pursue the line of questioning. He plows on, though, because that is what he does best. He stretches his arm out along the backrest, fingers lightly starting to play with the silky strands of jet black hair.

“That little film there you’re watching…”

“What of it?”

Jesse can’t help but smirk. Goddamn, he’s never had someone as infuriating as this man. He can see in the twist of the corner of Hanzo’s mouth that he knows very well what he tries to get at, but he lets Jesse hunger on an outstretched arm.

It’s as if he was used to dealing with bratty boys. Hm.

“Do you like it?”

Hanzo directs his gaze back forward. He looks unimpressed by the happenings; two people slowly making out on the screen, music playing in the background. Jesse can’t be sure in the darkness that has crept up on them, but he thinks that Hanzo’s high cheekbones are decidedly flushed.

Instead of playing, he just goes for it and outright cups the back of Hanzo’s neck. Hanzo stiffens, but he does not push Jesse away (which is a win in his book).

He pushes a little closer, until their thighs are pressed together knee to hip. His hand keeps a calm, steady grip of the back of his neck, though he is not squeezing down.

“You and your brother,” Jesse murmurs softly, leaning around a little to look into Hanzo’s face. The sea dragon is staring straight ahead; maybe watching the two on the screen slowly roll through sheets and hump beneath strategically placed shawls. “You’ve been alone all your lives, haven’t you? No other people you could… play with…”

Hanzo’s dark brows twitch slightly like he wants to say that this isn’t true, but he keeps quiet, bottomless eyes slowly sliding over to Jesse, watching him with a scrutinizing gaze that has his heart pounding.

“Why do you ask?” he replies, his voice dropped into an almost whisper just like Jesse’s had been.

Jesse feels… flustered. He’d imagined Hanzo to be a blushing, flushing virgin, but he almost seems… predatory, staring at Jesse, letting him touch him with an air of superiority Jesse imagines only a King can pull off.

“Jus’ sayin’. If ya wanna fool around a bit…”

Hanzo’s intense gaze slides off to the side again, and back to the screen, watching the happenings.

“You mean like them?” he inquires politely. Jesse flushes, his belly feeling hot and molten. He usually doesn’t go for the dark and gloomy types, but Hanzo seems to have him just… hooked. Jesse feels drawn to him like he’s feeling drawn to the sea.

To not try to endear himself to Hanzo… to not grovel at his feet trying to become the most important thing in his life seems… unthinkable in this moment.

“Yeah,” he rasps, his thumb slowly rubbing circles into Hanzo’s neck. He lets his hand move, cupping the side of Hanzo’s jaw and urging him to turn his head back to him. Hanzo, to his utter delight, lets him manipulate his body just as he wishes.

His eyelids are lowered some. Jesse is unprepared for the heavy lidded gaze he is suddenly confronted with. His belly slowly flips over itself.

He leans in slowly, reaching for Hanzo’s hand and letting his fingers rest on the back of it. He is close enough that he can feel the soft tickling of Hanzo’s breath over his beard.

He is just waiting for Hanzo to get the jitters and tell him this has all been a bluff, but... Hanzo is not pushing him away. He is, however, also not making it any easier, sitting there unmoving as a rock and letting Jesse do all the work, not giving him any indication of whether what is happening pleases him or not.

Motherfucker. Jesse’s never had as unresponsive a partner as him.

Still, he slightly tilts his head, nose brushing against Hanzo’s. In the split second before he presses their mouths together, he can hear Hanzo inhale sharply.

Has he maybe been waiting for Jesse to chicken out in turn? The thought tickles Jesse unexpectedly. He pulls slightly away again, huffing a breathless little laugh, heart thumping straight out of his chest.

Hanzo makes a soft noise. His gaze that had looked so intimidatingly seductive to Jesse earlier, looks a lot more dazed and confused to him up close like this.

“Is this all?” Hanzo murmurs skeptically.

Just… two dudes doing dude things.

Jesse doesn‘t answer and just presses back in, hand tightening around Hanzo‘s palm, the other still at his jaw. The music is still coming from the TV, but Jesse‘s heart makes a valiant attempt at drowning it out.

He can‘t remember the last time he‘s felt like this. Years - decades ago, maybe; stealing his first kisses behind the school gym.

He drags his mouth against Hanzo‘s lips. Hanzo showered earlier, but Jesse can smell the sea on his skin, salty and exciting. He doubts Hanzo would ever not smell like it.

The sea is Hanzo. And Hanzo is the sea.

The dragon‘s lips go soft and so very responsive beneath him. It is laughably easy to gently urge him to open up and let him push his cheeky tongue between his lips.

Hanzo jerks a little as if he wants to pull back, but Jesse‘s hand is slipping to the back of his head, carefully holding him steady as he further tilts his head. He‘s playful about it; slipping the sea dragon a little bit of tongue every once in a while; just dipping in to get a taste, and feel right from the source how damnably sharp those teeth are.

His erection… is just an afterthought. Jesse doesn‘t even notice it for a while with how tuned into Hanzo he is. It is just there; throbbing and a bit achy just from him dipping the tip if his tongue cheekily against the corner of Hanzo‘s mouth, blood surging through his body like a tidal wave when the dragon finally turns slightly to try and catch it. Jesse feels like crowing in victory.

It’s a bit embarrassing to get a stiffie just from a bit of kissing, but he’s not fighting against it. Why should he, after all?

He is turning his body more and more until he is half kneeling on the couch, bearing down on Hanzo who surprisingly enough allows him the space and lets himself get crowded against the backrest.

Hanzo is gripping Jesse’s hip, the fingertips with those mean, sharp nails digging in so hard that he knows there’ll be bruises in just a few moments. He grunts, reaching down and bending Hanzo’s fingers away from trying to puncture his skin.

“Easy now,” he drawls against the wet, open mouth. Hanzo is panting, eyes heavy lidded but never completely closed, it seems. They’re velvety dark and glistening, but always watching.

Jesse coaxes him to curl his arm around his hip and place his hand on the small of his back, then pushes back in for more kisses.

He feels drunk in the best way possible. The scare of getting pushed underwater to test his abilities has been shoved far to the back of his mind as he sucks at the tip of Hanzo’s tongue and listens to his little pained sounding groan.

The sound hooks right behind Jesse’s navel, it feels like. It… aches, radiating out to the very tips of his fingers. He grabs the sides of Hanzo’s face, holding him still to bite at his lips and rudely push inside his mouth, trying to get rid of that ache that only grows the more fucked out little noises the sea dragon seems to be pushing right down Jesse’s throat.

When Jesse finally manages to pull away, he feels like his head has been seconds from popping like a ripe melon. His whole body sings to the tune Hanzo has set, his cock an aching, fat sausage down his pants leg, throbbing and dribbling needily; adding to the tacky feeling in his underwear.

“Damn…” he whispers, thumbs slowly dragging over Hanzo’s sharp cheekbones. The dragon’s lids lower slowly, lashes briefly touching the tops of his cheeks, before he opens his eyes fully once more, looking straight at Jesse’s flushed, out-of-it expression.

Behind them, the movie has long since moved on, but they sit for quite a while longer.

.o.

Genji has his eyes closed, head and shoulders in Zenyatta’s lap, enjoying a session of getting his hair carded through by Zenyatta’s calm fingers, when suddenly it just… hits him.

His eyes open and he sits up straight, nearly slipping back into the water of the little cave. He turns and stares at Zenyatta with wide eyes while Zenyatta calmly gazes back, the plump little octopus curling and uncurling its tentacles.

“Hanzo is not here.”

“He isn’t,” Zenyatta agrees calmly, slowly folding his long fingers together in his lap as he waits for Genji to make his point.

Genji slips into the water while he tries to gather his thoughts enough to feel his brother in the space around them. His heart starts beating faster the longer it takes him to finally touch his brother.

He’s not even conscious of turning around in the water again and again as he searches until he finally faces the direction of where Hanzo’s cool aura is emanating from weakly. Zenyatta is watching him patiently, until Genji looks up at him, eyes wide and mouth open.

“He’s not in the water…” he says slowly, goosebumps rising all over his body in excitement and a little bit of dread. “Do you think something happened to him?”

Dismayed at the thought, Genji twists once more to look up at Zenyatta who thoughtfully tilts his head this way and that as he thinks it over.

“I wouldn’t know,” he says finally, still in that careful way he’s adapted since his kidnapping. “I can’t feel him like you can. But… it is rather uncharacteristic of him.”

Genji nods along. The thought of Hanzo having been taken has him feel cold and a bit panicky. He snatches Zenyatta’s hand and pulls on it to drag him into the water.

“Come! We need to find him!”

Zenyatta follows along willingly enough, but his gently humming voice is filled with doubt as he says: “How? If he’s on land…”

“That’s no problem. Come on!”

.o.

Jesse is strutting next to Hanzo like a peacock but he really can’t help it. He feels on top of the world after having made out with the sea dragon all night and waking to find that yeah… this hasn’t been a dream, and Hanzo actually is there, rolled up into a small ball after kicking off the blanket.

Hanzo himself doesn’t look like he’s feeling quite as well as Jesse. Sleeping outside of water apparently must first be learned; he looks like he has the mother of all stiff necks.

Jesse wanted to drive to the lab, but a look at Hanzo’s face whenever he watches cars rush by has him rethink the idea, so walking it is. It’s a nice day; a little grey but dry. Hanzo seems more than happy to be on his own two feet and watch the early morning outskirts of the city as they make their way towards the lab Lúcio works in.

When the squat building starts to come into view, Jesse pulls out his phone to alert him of their visit. Hanzo’s head is turned to the left where the sea so close, they can smell it. He looks… longing, even after just a day out of there.

The water is relatively calm, lapping at the beach and crashing at the rocks. The vegetation around these parts is mainly consistent of high, stiff reeds that gently bend and sway with the wind brushing over them.

Jesse’s gaze moves over the side of Hanzo’s face, his earlier lightheartedness somewhat waning when he sees how clearly the creature is still attached to his home.

Just like Jesse is to his own world. He shakes his head, trying to clear it from these thoughts. It’s just been one night, and just a bit of making out for God’s sake, it didn’t mean-

“Hanzo!”

Out of the high reed, something suddenly shoots out towards them. Jesse can feel his face going slack when he sees a naked man with sea green hair running at them. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who that is.

There are no guards at the gate leading onto the lab’s grounds, but there are cameras even so that turn towards the commotion as Genji curls his arms exuberant around Hanzo’s throat. However, it is not those cameras that alert interested parties to what is happening outside – it is Zenyatta slowly standing up from the hiding place among the reeds, watching reluctantly what happens.