Chapter Text
It was just past noon when Flight J8875 banked left, tilting the view from the plane’s windows. The sight below was different than anything Jesse McCree had ever seen before, bare of clouds and smog, the city of Tokyo stood proudly as if holding up the sky. Skyscrapers that put New York to shame, all polished glass that flashed bright in the sun. Even from up so high, he could look down and see the streets crowded with gridlocked cars and throngs of people moving like ocean waters, currents pushing and pulling and shifting together. He was surprised to find it spread so much further than he imagined it would – one would think from looking at the maps, you could see one coast to the other from the plane.
Of course, Jesse knew his scope of the world wasn’t as large as it should have been. He was too used to wide open spaces and desert air. Nothing like this.
Their landing was smooth, sinking into the waiting maw of what had once upon a time been the outskirts of the city. Now it had grown around the airport, making the descent into the space something that looked perilous to those who didn’t fly often enough.
Jesse was both glad to be on the ground and nervous to know they would have to take off again in a few days. He didn’t look forward to the heart-attack that would surely come as he imagined their plane hurtling towards one of those skyscrapers. Though this was far from the first time he had been on a plane, he decided that he didn’t like flying. He liked his feet on the ground.
The airport itself was, as he expected, a chaotic mess of people. He clutched his duffel-bag close, slung around one shoulder, and kept his eyes on his travelling companion. Daniel was the official ‘diplomat’ and businessman of Deadlock. It was hardly the first time he and Jesse had gone somewhere together, even if the two weren’t fond of one another. He was an easy man to follow, with skin as white as paper and a bald head that reflected the lights overhead.
They waded through tourists and business-folk, not making eye-contact with anyone. Jesse chose not to let the scents around him get into his head, too many of them in too close of a space often gave him a headache. He had left his beanie and normal attire back home in New Mexico, left in a freshly-bought plaid button-down and jeans that helped him blend into the tourist crowd.
Leaving the terminal and stepping past security, Jesse was the first to spot the two stoic Japanese men (among a sea of stoic looking Japanese men), one holding up a white card with the name ‘Harold Smith.’ It was a fake name, of course, but one Jesse and Daniel used since ‘Deadlock’ wouldn’t be appropriate, nor would real names when there were security cameras watching.
No words were exchanged as Jesse and Daniel approached, the two men nodding before they turned and led them out of the airport and into the garage. The car awaiting them was exactly what Jesse expected, a black boxy thing with dark tinted windows. There was probably armor plating beneath the smooth black metal.
A divider separated the front and back seat as Jesse and his companion slid into the leather seats. The scent was sterile, that new-car-stink that made Jesse wrinkle his nose. The whole endeavor was unpleasant.
The car took them from the garage, leaving the airport behind. They took back roads and underpasses, avoiding the worst of the traffic they had seen flying in, and soon they had exited the city. The car drove smoothly, dead silent as Daniel opened the mini-fridge tucked away in the back corner and pulled out Sake. Jesse refused when offered, but the scent he picked up was a welcome relief from the leather. Floral and potent, he could catch the scent of alcohol and it tingled the back of his throat.
Over an hour passed of boring silence. Jesse contented himself watching the scenery roll past from the window.
Slowly the landscape gave way to civilization once more, houses dotting the side of the road before they were slowly swallowed by a smaller town. Far from the huge tech-empire that had been Tokyo, the city they worked through had narrow streets and stone and wooden buildings. None of the signs were translated for tourists, and vendors sold their wares from actual carts instead of fold-out hover-booths.
The car turned into a small building as a gate donning two dragon-heads opened from the middle. Another garage, with more shiny black cars tucked inside of their ports. Their car parked itself into one of the few empty spots and soon the back doors were opened on either side. Jesse and Daniel were ushered out.
“Welcome to Hanamura,” one of the men spoke, both doors closing.
“Lord Shimada welcomes you to tour the city before coming to the castle,” the other man spoke.
They both bowed in unison, and Jesse absently wondered if they were Omnics with human faces. They all left the garage in silence, and parted ways once outside.
The world was full of interesting smells for an Alpha like Jesse McCree. He loved to follow his nose more than his eyes more often than not, and particularly liked the scents of cigar and gun smoke. However out in the open air of Hanamura he was blindsided with the scent of the people and the food. His eyes nearly went cross as he tried to parse all of the newness, the down-to-earth nature of the city built by the hands of its people. There was so much history there and it carried over in the scent of the wood and the scent of natural cooking food.
Back home, south of Albuquerque, the air was always a unique mix of the familiar dust of the desert and the distinctive scents of the people around him. Sure not everyone smelled great (especially when most of the people Jesse spent his time around would rather take a dust bath than an actual bath), but in a world full of Betas, he was thankful for his uniqueness.
Alphas and Omegas were very near extinction, the world breeding for Betas in an attempt to unionize the genders so that people would feel more equal. It meant the end of the horrible treatment of Omegas that had gone on for centuries, which Jesse was thankful for. But it also meant that in high-density towns, everyone smelled…stale. Betas all had their own scents like anyone else, but it was much more subtle and hard to discern in crowds.
For Jesse McCree, that just meant that he had to keep himself low-key. Without Omegas around, he rarely went into rut and Betas weren’t able to scent him out. The only other people that knew Jesse was an Alpha were fellow Alphas, two of the higher-ups in Deadlock.
In all his twenty years of life, though, he’d never met or scented a true Omega until the day he set foot in Hanamura…
Despite his lower ranking in Deadlock, the higher-ups made no attempt to hide the fact that they were grooming Jesse for a leadership position. He certainly didn’t mind, especially when he got to visit exotic places of the world to meet with fellow gang-leaders. They needed to know Jesse's face, needed to know who he was in Deadlock. Of course, this would be the first time the outlaw got to meet a Yakuza leader. He had thought the Yakuza as extinct as Omegas.
Hanamura was an entirely fresh array of scents. The city, the food, the people, it nearly made the man dizzy as he followed his companion through the streets. He wanted so badly to take some time to explore, to find the best place to eat or figure out what that sweet smoky smell was, some sort of grilling he guessed. More than once Daniel had to snap at the younger to get him to keep up.
“…McCree!” the man barked again and made the younger jump, looking to his companion, “Did you hear anything I just said?!”
Jesse huffed and turned his head away to hide his eyes from the man’s view, “Er, not really.”
Daniel just huffed a growl and grabbed Jesse by the bicep, pulling him along, “You’re not usually this incompetent. Remember, when we meet Lord Shimada, treat him with the utmost respect. Having an open trade with the Shimadas means better business for us back home. So don’t speak unless spoken to, keep your eyes down, and let me work. If anyone asks, you’re my bodyguard.”
Jesse just sighed and nodded. He felt the strong desire to fight the man, assert his dominance, but he was taught far better than that. If he played his part, he would probably be able to sneak out during the night and explore the city further.
Shimada Castle was a grand sight, standing well above the rest of Hanamura, proud and regal. Jesse openly gaped at the view, taking in the intricate stone-work as he and Daniel made their way towards the front gate where they were met with the same sigil of two dragon heads. Jesse made a quick count and spotted at least ten guards in old-style Kimonos stationed around the front of the manor, most of them watching the newcomers. Jesse was more preoccupied with the scents though, the fresh and potent smell of the cherry trees, and something altogether new. He furrowed his brows, trying to parse the undercurrent scents, some sickly sweet, others acrid, but entirely curious to the man.
The pair were let into the gates, flanked by two guards who, Jesse noticed, wore Katana at their back, and a gun holster at their hips. The main courtyard was an open space leading up to a great bell with a raked zen-garden before it. They were led away along a wooden platform, around the garden and towards the castle proper. Jesse and Daniel had come unarmed, as agreed, but were still subjected to a pat-down before entering the main house.
The scent hit Jesse like a punch to the gut with a shot of ecstasy. The cloying smells of sweetness permeated everything in the house, made Jesse’s mouth water and his pants grow painfully tight as his body warred with his mind. He stood there, paralyzed by the newness of it all, painfully aroused as his nose flared, taking in each new scent that was sweeter than the last…
Suddenly he was being grabbed, both biceps taken in steel grips as he was shoved to the ground so hard he saw stars. A knee was in his back, painful, but it did nothing to distract from that incredible smells. It took a long moment to discern three distinct scents, all of them incredible but one of them…one of them was just heavenly.
It was the kick to the ribs that knocked Jesse’s senses back into his lust-addled brain, jerking with a snarl he didn’t even realize he could make as he blinked the haze away and looked up at Daniel, then turned his head. One of the guards had him well and truly pinned, the other had his gun out as if Jesse was dangerous. Well, he was, but it took him a moment to realize what they considered a danger here.
“You would dare bring an Alpha?” one of the guards snapped.
“Fucking shit, I didn’t know the kid was an Alpha!” Daniel argued, then he snarled an exasperated sound, “I’ll put his ass on the first plane back to America.”
The guard holding Jesse down let out a grunt of disapproval, “It is up to Lord Shimada what is done to him.”
“W…Waddya mean?” Jesse managed through his minimal lungful of air.
“It is tradition that an unwelcomed Alpha is subject to the Lord’s punishment. If you’re lucky, he’ll be quick about your castration.”
Jesse let out a loud sound of protest, squirming against the hold, “N-No! I didn’t mean anything I swear! I didn’t know!” He tried to wiggle away, but the sound of a pistol hammer being cocked made him go still again. Panic was eating away at the euphoric scents in the air, making him struggle again.
The sound of a sliding door and heavy, quick footsteps had Jesse looking up, wondering what new hell was approaching. A young man, perhaps early-twenties, approached with fire in his eyes, “What is the meaning of—oh…”
He was shirtless, a thin sheen of sweat suggested that he had perhaps been exercising. Long dark hair was pulled up into a tie and on his left arm, a wildly intricate dragon tattoo. The man looked down, directly at Jesse.
Then the scent hit him anew. A wash of indescribable purity, like home and family and beauty. From the looks of the man’s expression, he was scenting Jesse just as much.
“Return to your room, Young Lord,” one of the guards said firmly, “Your father will handle this.”
“Release him,” the man, the Omega, said firmly. The guards looked to him with wariness and confusion before he reiterated in a stronger tone, “I said release him.” The voice was heavily accented, a mixture of steel authority and youthful lightness.
The knee in Jesse’s back slowly let up, allowing the outlaw to get a full breath of air that he gasped in readily. The scent was still maddening, overwhelming. Finally the Omega spoke up again, “Stand.”
Jesse scrambled to his feet and found himself to be several inches taller than the man, but no less intimidated by the fire in his honey-gold eyes. He stood there for a moment, feeling himself shrink back as the other’s gaze hardened on him. He had always heard that Omega were naturally submissive or meek, but this man was as terrifying.
“What is your name?”
“Jesse McCree,” he said quickly.
The man’s chin tilted up, but he seemed pleased by the answer, “Jesse McCree… I am Hanzo Shimada, eldest son of Lord Shimada. Tell me, Alpha, can you control yourself, or are you a slave to your instincts?” His English was fluent but edged with a natural accent that sent a shiver down Jesse’s spine.
Hanzo. He rolled the name around in his head a few times, associated it with the scent, felt it sink into his soul like a devilbrush burr.
The outlaw swallowed and nodded, “I’m in control, just took me by surprise is all…”
“I would imagine so,” Hanzo relaxed and the tension in the air began to evaporate, “Have you never even scented an Omega before?”
“No Sir,” he answered honestly, shaking his head.
Hanzo was quiet for a long while as he appraised Jesse with those dark eyes, taking him in like an opponent. “You have the eyes of an honorable man. This visit will serve as a lesson to you, so you are not taken by surprise in the future.” He turned and started down the long hallway, hands moving behind his back, holding at the wrists. Jesse scrambled to follow him, not wanting to let that scent get away, and felt the guards close on his heels.
Hanzo led them through the winding halls, and despite the scents of at least two other Omegas, he was focused wholly on the one before him. He felt something inside of him stirring, making him ache to reach out and touch, to taste… It was all he could focus on, all he wanted to focus on.
When the man stopped he turned to face those following and frowned, “Are you certain you are in control, Jesse McCree?”
No. Not even a little bit. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he tried to put as much confidence as he could into his voice.
“Very well then,” he turned and slid open a double-door painted deep red, embellished with golden dragons. The room inside was an open space with the only furniture being a low table in the center. The flooring was a tatami mat, and as Jesse went to step inside Hanzo’s hand shot out and barred him firmly, the contact like a shock of electricity through his system. He looked to the man, curling his fingers into his palms, digging crescents into the skin in an attempt to keep himself focused on the real world.
“Your shoes,” Hanzo finally spoke, pulling his arm away.
Jesse blinked as he recalled that right, that was a big deal here. He quickly dropped down to his ass to pull his boots off, setting them aside only to realize that Daniel was staring at him. Hanzo turned and walked into the room, and Jesse whispered, “What?” to his companion.
The man scoffed, “You’re supposed to be an Alpha, you’re acting like a little cunt.”
The outlaw puffed up and hissed back, “I don’ wanna be castrated!”
He was rewarded with Daniel rolling his eyes as he toed off his shoes and set them aside, stepping around Jesse to walk inside.
Hanzo sat on his knees at the table, with Daniel adjacent to him. Jesse swallowed as he pondered where to sit, because he wanted to sit beside Hanzo, wanted to be as close to that scent as he could. He realized that the man was watching him, brow raised, then nodded to spot behind Daniel. He took the hint and scrambled to settle behind the man, on his knees, staring at the table as he took the moment of respite to take in the smell.
His pants were too tight to focus on much. It took all of his willpower to not hump at the floor.
Perhaps he was starting to understand why Alphas were nearly extinct…
A sound from the other end of the room drew everyone’s attention, the man at the far side an imposing figure. Though not physically tall, he walked with a straight back and set shoulders, long dark hair pulled into a topknot and his facial hair neatly groomed. He wore a longer Kimono, and walked with certainty, though his eyes were narrowed and his nose wrinkled, “You would dare bring an Alpha into my home?”
Jesse swallowed when the man’s eyes turned to him, making him shrink back.
“I swear I didn’t know,” Daniel said, “And I was instructed to bring him before you. Do with him as you wish.”
Traitor! Jesse’s brain reeled at the idea that Daniel would give him up so readily. He swallowed and shifted back as Lord Shimada approached with a murderous look in his eyes, stalking past the table and approaching Jesse directly.
“I see fear in your eyes, Alpha. You are wise. But you stink of lust and desire,” he lowered his hand to his sash and drew a knife from its folds, “Guards.”
Too many things happened at once for Jesse to properly parse. He was grabbed again and pinned to the floor despite his struggles, a new wave of panic washing through him at the thought of what Lord Shimada intended to do with that knife. Both guards had knives drawn as well, the blades pressed at the flesh of his throat to keep him still as he let out a pathetic whine.
“Father,” Hanzo had stood from the table and stood between the Lord and Jesse, resolute and firm. “He is an Alpha, yes, but this is his first experience scenting an Omega. Would you persecute him for how he was born?”
“Then let this be his first and last experience. I will not tolerate his presence.”
Hanzo began to speak in Japanese, the words flowing smooth from his lips. Jesse would have appreciated it more if he didn’t fear for his genitals. And his life. That too.
Though the argument seemed monotone, Jesse could scent the frustration in the air. It was also at that point that he realized that Lord Shimada was the source of the second Omega scent he picked up. Similar to Hanzo’s, but nowhere near as enticing. He took a few deep breaths, figuring that if he was going to die here bleeding out on the floor after they cut his balls off, he would at least enjoy what he could.
Finally Lord Shimada huffed and growled, “You are a stubborn child.”
“You taught me very well,” Hanzo returned with a wry smile.
“H-Hanzo? Does this mean I get to keep my, y’know…”
“He is Young Lord to you, Alpha!” Lord Shimada snapped swift and harsh, making Jesse jump enough that he felt a sliver of blood slide down the side of his neck.
“Sorry! Sorry, Young Lord, got it!”
“Father you’re scaring him…” Hanzo sighed.
Lord Shimada growled, “It would seem that Fate has smiled upon you this day, Alpha. My eldest son is due to go into Heat soon, and has requested that you prove yourself worthy and fight for the honor of spending that time with him. Fail, and you will be returned to America, and banned from Hanamura lest you be subjected to my whims. I am not so kind…”
Jesse swallowed, “Er, whatever you say. Just tell me what to do and where to go.”
Jesse didn’t even notice the knife leave the Lord’s hand, only heard the thud and saw the blade jammed into the floor between his legs, “You will be silent and respectful.”
“Y-Yessir!”
“LORD!”
“Yes Lord Shimada Lord Sir…” Jesse worried he would start hyperventilating.
The guards pulled away all at once and Lord Shimada turned to take his place at the table opposite Danial. Hanzo turned and caught Jesse’s eyes for a brief moment before he went to return to his place at the table. Jesse just scrambled upright a moment later and hunkered down behind his companion, silent as the grave as the meeting finally began.
Jesse never needed a smoke more in his life than he did that night. The meeting with Shimada had been long and stressful, and afterwards Daniel had more than a few choice words. Hanzo had vanished by then, and the outlaw was put in a room with a mat on the floor and not even a TV to entertain himself. Luckily Daniel’s room wasn’t much better, apparently it was a standard for guests of the Shimada manor.
Jesse was just thankful that the room had a sliding paper door leading outside. There was a short wooden deck the wrapped around the whole of the house, and beyond that was the zen-garden and bell from before. He settled down with his back to a support beam and pulled out his cigar case, picking a cigar before he went to work lighting it. The nicotine sent a pleasant buzz through his system, and the scent of the smoke calmed his nerves and let him finally relax.
His mind wandered as he sat there, mostly centering on the face of the beautiful and handsome Hanzo Shimada. Jesse didn’t think there was a lovelier creature in all the world, and he was more than a little disappointed that their first meeting had been so dominated by fear.
It was only just starting to sink in… Hanzo had come to Jesse’s defense not once, but twice.
“Those things will kill you,” the familiar voice was carried by the wind and Jesse startled back to reality to find the object of his thoughts walking barefoot towards him, steps silent across the lacquered wood.
The outlaw blinked once, then exhaled a lungful of smoke through his nose, “Does it bother you?”
“No, but cigars are awful for you,” the Omega reiterated. He was closer, five feet from Jesse before he invited himself to sit in the open space beside Jesse and leaned back on his hands. Their knees were almost touching.
Jesse just huffed a soft sound and tapped the cigar ash into the gravel lining the deck, “I tell you what, if I live long enough for the smoking to be my end, I’ll consider myself a lucky man.”
There was a pause before Hanzo nodded, “I suppose that’s one way to think of it.”
Jesse nodded and silence settled into the space. He took the opportunity to study the Omega, now dressed in a proper gi with a low v-line showing off the defined muscle of his chest. It had poor Jesse’s mouth going dryer than a dust storm… He finished his cigar and ground it out into the gravel before he put the butt back in the case, not wanting littering to be the cause of his death at the hands of Lord Shimada. He smirked, “Your father’s a scary man, Hanzo.”
Hanzo laughed, a short and concise sound that left the corners of his lips turned upwards. Out in the open space and with the remnants of the cigar smoke to dilute it, the scent was nowhere near as overwhelming as it had been, and Jesse could focus on the Young Lord properly. He could appreciate the youthful beauty of his face, the defined lines of muscle on his arms, and that tattoo peeking out at the edges of the sleeve and the top of his shoulder. “Yes well, he’s not fond of Alphas.”
“I couldn’t tell,” Jesse smirked.
“He was alive during a time when Alphas were more prominent. He was subjected to sexism and cruelty, from what I can understand,” the smile faded, and the outlaw immediately missed it.
Jesse could understand that to a degree, but he quickly changed the subject, “You know I always heard that Omegas were meek, submissive types. I guess the textbooks got that wrong, ‘cause between you ‘n your father I about had the piss scared out of me.” At first Hanzo appeared upset before his expression softened and Jesse continued, “Then again, they said Alphas are supposed to be overly aggressive and dominant, an’ well, that’s just not really me.”
Hanzo cocked his head curiously, “Yes, my father calls them stupid and sex-obsessed. But you don’t seem to fit that either. It’s why I told my father that I would let you fight to share my Heat with me.”
The outlaw pondered that for a brief second, “You mind explaining that to me? There was so much goin’ on earlier.”
Hanzo raised a brow, “It is a Shimada tradition. We choose only the strongest and most honorable to lay with during our Heats. If you prove yourself as strong and honorable in combat, then I will welcome you to my nest.”
Jesse just let his mouth hang open for a second before he formulated a response, “Right and this… Heat… I get the general idea but uh, I’d rather have it straight from the horse’s mouth.”
“Are you calling me a horse?”
“Wh- no! I mean, horses are fine creatures-“
“So I’m a creature now?”
“I-“ Jesse stammered, mouth agape as he struggled for words.
Hanzo laughed again, amusement evident on his face, “Apologies, it was too easy.” He cleared his throat, “Omegas are subjected to Heats. It means that their body seeks a mate for breeding. Different Omegas have different cycles. For me, it’s every six months or so, though those like my brother are not so fortunate. His is every other month.”
Jesse was caught up on one thing, “Did you say breeding?”
“Yes, but I assure you that I’m on proper medication. I won’t be seeking to conceive a child this time.”
“This time…”
“I am promised to another. But just because I cannot conceive doesn’t mean my body does not still try. It’s as if my brain shuts off for a time,” he frowned, resting his chin on one knee as his eyes seemed lost in thought.
“You don’t seem to like it that much…” Jesse couldn’t help but comment.
“I dislike being so…” he struggled for a moment before he said something in Japanese, shaking his head, “I am told it is easier to manage when you have a proper Alpha partner.”
“So Betas don’t cut it?”
Hanzo’s smile was shy and made poor Jesse’s chest clench painfully, “I’ve never had another person as a partner.”
“An’ you’re askin’ me?!” The thought threw the outlaw off, and would have staggered him if he weren’t already sitting.
Hanzo sighed, but his expression remained amused, “Previously my Heats have been spent with Omnics who are…designed for such things. But they are not flesh, they don’t have the capacity for truly enjoying sex. You are the first Alpha I have met who I feel has the potential to be both honorable and strong enough for me.”
That floored Jesse, his mouth hanging open again.
“And this, right here?” Hanzo gestured around them, “This is my proof. You’re talking with me, not growling at me. You ask questions instead of making assumptions. And you are humbled by my decision. That, Jesse McCree, is what I saw in your eyes when we met today. So in a few days, you will fight, and should you succeed, I will be honored to bring you to my nest.”
Jesse still had no words, save for the fumbled, “Well, th-thank you,” that spilled from his lips.
“Come here,” the man gestured with his hand and Jesse moved to oblige, scrambling to settle beside Hanzo until they were shoulder-to-shoulder. “Now…stay still.”
The Alpha could scent Hanzo better up so close, and the smell settled into him like a rolling wave. However when Hanzo leaned in, he froze stone-still as he watched the Omega with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty as he took his first tentative scent of Jesse.
It came as something of a surprise as the smaller leaned in and buried his nose in the folds of Jesse’s shirt, and a new scent touched the air. It took a moment for the Alpha to pick up the change, but it was pleasant and warm. Hanzo was enjoying himself as he nosed against various places, up over the man’s chest, pausing where Jesse’s undershirt gave way to skin. The outlaw struggled to maintain even breathing as he offered Hanzo a smile, “S’alright, I won’t bite.”
“I like your scent,” Hanzo admitted as if it were shameful.
“Well thank you, yours is mighty nice too. I reckon it’s the nicest thing I’ve ever scented.”
“All Omegas smell nice,” Hanzo huffed, but finally moved upwards to scent at Jesse’s bare skin. The press of the man’s nose, the tip cold, sent a thrill down the Alpha’s spine.
He swallowed hard and returned the huff, “Well I’m sure they do, but the other two I scented don’t quite smell like Heaven came down and touched earth.”
At this Hanzo laughed, “You…are quite the sweet talker, Jesse McCree.”
“It’s jussss-“ Hanzo had moved up further, the junction of neck and shoulder where a mating mark would be, causing Jesse’s whole body to feel light and fluttery while something deep within his chest seemed to claw and snarl. It took him a moment to regather his wits and recall his words, “It’s just uh… Just the truth…” He swallowed, “Hanzo…”
“This is there a mating mark would go…” the smaller commented idly, and the sensation of a warm, wet tongue tasting the flesh was very nearly Jesse’s undoing. His breath hitched and his hands fisted at his sides, but Hanzo finally moved on, up the man’s neck and into his hair, against his ear, along his jaw until finally they were nose-to-nose.
For the first time, Jesse made the move. Unable to help himself any longer he surged forward and sealed their mouths together in a desperate need to taste the Omega. Hanzo’s lips parted easily, welcoming him in. Jesse felt lost in the indescribable tastes, bursts of floral and spice over his tongue, his chest clenching again. Luckily, it seemed Hanzo was just as far gone as he pressed back into the contact, returning each affection.
Jesse’s back pressed into the wood, only then noticing that Hanzo had been pushing him slowly down. Strong hands gripped his shoulders, as if Jesse might up and run away – though likewise he realized his own arm had gone out and wrapped around the Omega’s waist, holding him closer.
When they broke apart they were both panting, and Jesse felt a little dizzy. They feinted at a few more feather-light kisses before Hanzo finally pulled himself away and sat up. What a sight he was though, lips kiss-swollen and pupils blown black with lust. It took a considerable amount of willpower not to want to push Hanzo back down for another round, to add messy hair to that beautiful look.
“I… I should go…” Hanzo said, his voice breaking.
“If you gotta,” Jesse managed, his voice not much better.
Hanzo scrambled to stand, and Jesse followed suit, reaching out when the Omega turned to flee. He kept his grip light as he wrapped his fingers around Hanzo’s wrist, turning the other as he brought that hand up and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of Hanzo’s knuckles, then another to the back of his palm. He’d seen it done in all the old cheesy Westerns he used to watch with his Ma, and judging by the flush of red that came across those beautiful pale cheeks, it worked.
He let the Omega go, he pulled his hand away tentatively before Hanzo turned and fled into the night.
With heart pounding and adrenaline tingling through his system, he knew now that he wanted nothing more in the world. He would fight, and he was going to win.
By the time Jesse dragged himself to bed he was still horny, grumbling as he weighed the pro’s and con’s of relieving himself. Under any normal circumstance he wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but he was damn sure that Lord Shimada would know if he did. It was a scary thought that he could lose his balls just for using them.
Still the more he tried to ignore his problem, the more he reminisced on Hanzo. His face, his taste, his scent in the air mingling so well with Jesse’s. He wanted it, craved it. He hadn’t even known Hanzo for twenty-four hours and already he wanted nothing more in his life than the beautiful Omega with a smile so pretty and a scent like Heaven.
He wondered if Hanzo was as worked up as Jesse was. He thought back to the look of those lust-blown pupils, the swollen lips that were just begging to be kissed more. He felt his body stirring again, making him squirm and groan, his erection hot and uncomfortable between his legs. He doubted Hanzo was having the same problems…
Flickers of images came to mind; Hanzo spread out over a duvet, naked. A long, lean body as elegant as it was powerful, the fingers of one hand down to the length between spread thighs. Fuck Jesse wanted that, wanted to see that, taste that.
It was hopeless. He wouldn’t get sleep without release.
Blindly he grabbed for his duffel bag and pulled out one of the button-ups he brought and dug to the bottom for his oil. Unscented. A few drops on his palm and he flopped back down, taking himself in hand as he gave in and let the images return. The scent of Hanzo still strong in the air, it wasn’t hard to imagine that smell coupled with his fantasies. Hanzo moaning, arching his back, pleading. Jesse wanted to come to his aid, to crawl over the Omega and bite a mating mark onto his neck, to hold him and fill him in all the best ways.
He wondered if Hanzo would scratch down his back, strong fingers leaving deep red marks against his tanned skin. If he would use his teeth to bite a matching mark on Jesse, leave hickeys on his skin. He certainly seemed the type who would enjoy a bit of rough play, who wanted a partner who could keep up with him.
Jesse would happily take it all, every little bit and return it right back. He would sink himself in and give the Omega pleasure neither of them quite understood, tie them together with his…
Shit.
The Alpha huffed and wrinkled his nose as he growled. He felt the base of his cock swelling with his knot. It wasn’t something that happened often, only when he went into rut, though he supposed it made sense he would react like this to the scent of Omegas.
He reached down with his other hand, grabbed the swelling knot and hoped that he could stave it off. The flesh swelled into his fist, tight to the point that he was seeing stars. Hanzo would be tight too, but Jesse would bet everything he had that the Omega would take it like a pro and still want more.
He scrambled for the shirt, balling it up and covering his tip when he came with a low whine. He always came more when he had his knot, copious amounts wetting the shirt and making him shiver as the pleasure crested.
He tossed the shirt aside once he finally finished, heaving for breath like he had just run ten miles.
It was official, Jesse McCree was fucked.