BLACKWATCH WEEK

Blackwatch Week Day 6: Pain/Pleasure (a little of both)

@blackwatchweek - day 7 “ Night off” 

they were trying to spend the night peacefully but… also gabe and jesse judging their dance moves 

So I’m late (when am I not) but I have a 7 story series planned out for Blackwatch week - and just managed to get up the first story in the series for:

[ DAY 1 ] Plan A / Plan B

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OW-BW JOINT MISSION: LOG 29.73.21

Gabriel Reyes was operating on less than three hours of sleep in the past forty-eight hours, and it looked like he wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon. The plan had… it was a plan, which was the problem. Plans never survived the first encounter with the enemy; that was something he knew from long ago, during the Crisis, and it hadn’t been proved wrong yet. Still… he was cautiously optimistic. The plan hadn’t fallen totally apart, Overwatch hadn’t fucked up too badly, and his operatives, while not all coming home safe and sound - always a blow, especially with how few operatives Blackwatch had in the first place - most of his operatives were returning.

“Commander?”

Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jesse McCree/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Characters: Genji Shimada, Original Blackwatch Character(s) (Overwatch), Jesse McCree, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Additional Tags: Friendship, Mission Fic, Blackwatch Genji Shimada, Blackwatch Era, Secret Relationship, Hijinks & Shenanigans

Summary: Commander Reyes and McCree keep disappearing. Genji doesn’t put it together at first - not for a while - but there was a night where he needed Reyes for something, and when he couldn’t find him, Genji went to look for McCree instead, but couldn’t find him either. Nobody could tell him where either Reyes or McCree was.

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Genji enlists the Blackwatch strike team to track down Commander Reyes and McCree.

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*****

Stakeouts with McCree always put Gabe on edge. Not because he was worried McCree would go flying off the handle at any moment, like Genji, or because his sheer presence made Gabe uncomfortable, like Moira, but because the gunslinger couldn’t keep his goddamn mouth shut. It wasn’t like McCree would just make casual conversation like a normal human being, either. He always had some weird introspective shit to say.

Thankfully, McCree had been mostly quiet so far. They were camped out in a parked car, watching a door down the street for signs of cartel activity. If he could just get through the next few hours without McCree making it weird, Gabe would count this mission as a success, the drug cartel be damned.

“Hey Boss?”

Oh no.

“Yeah, McCree?”

Don’t do it.

“Why’d you save me?”

Goddammit.

Blackwatch Week  [ DAY 6 ] PAIN / PLEASURE (uh… both?)

Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jesse McCree/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Characters: Jesse McCree, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Additional Tags: Rope Bondage, Bondage, Rescue, bottom gabe, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: With practiced ease, Jesse pulls the ropes taut. He secures the knot behind the post, high up enough to keep it out of reach, and tight enough that only a very serious knife would be able to saw through. He steps back to admire his handiwork.

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There are two sides to Jesse’s skills with rope.

Read on AO3! Graphic Violence, Dismemberment, Near-death experiences

*****

It had been a good week. The kind of good week where everything had gone according to plan, they’d taken down an entire drug cartel, and Reyes had given everyone involved the weekend off to celebrate. They didn’t even have to go back to base until Monday, which is how McCree and Genji ended up sharing their evening on the balcony of a beautiful resort hotel in Rio de Janeiro, away from any commanding officers or doctors who would tell them what they could or could not do. This meant, of course, that the pair had immediately seized upon the opportunity to smoke, drink, and talk shit about everyone not present.

“And she’s so demanding!” Genji continued, waving the cigarette in his hand. His faceplate was off and sitting between them, next to the bottle of bourbon that was already half-empty. “You know she tries to monitor my eating habits? Like, aggressively monitor? She has daily meal recommendations for me. Daily! It’s like she’s trying to plan out my whole life!”

McCree half grinned and took a drag on his own cigarette. They hadn’t been able to find his brand of cigarillos, but these had a unique flavor he didn’t mind.

“Aw, Angela just worries about you, is all,” McCree said, pouring them both another glass. “She’s a doctor. That’s a thing she does.”

Genji snorted. “Well, she could worry a little less. Just because she saved my life doesn’t mean she owns it.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’d love to hear that,” McCree chuckled. “Speaking of, if Ang finds out that I let you smoke, she’s going to kill the both of us.”

“Then it’s a good thing neither of us are going to tell her,” Genji said dryly.

“Good plan. I don’t fancy meeting my end at the hands of a tiny Swiss doctor.” McCree took another swig. They’d both already had quite a bit to drink, and he was starting to feel pleasantly buzzed and relaxed, enough that he let his next question slip before he could stop it.

“…What was it like?”

Genji glanced at him. “What was what like?”

Aw, shit. Well, too late now. McCree didn’t meet his eyes, hiding behind the motion of taking another drag of the cigarette.

“…Dyin’.”

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*****

Gabe, for once in his goddamn life, had a morning to himself. The usual Tuesday meeting had been delayed due to Gerard’s honeymoon and Gabe’s current intelligence sources weren’t due to check in yet, which left Gabe unexpectedly free until noon. It wasn’t often that he found himself with downtime, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain. He made his way through the halls, nursing a mug of coffee and considering his options. He could pull up a recording of the Laker’s game from last week, or maybe rent that movie Jack was yammering on about.

He considered it, taking a sip of coffee. Nah. He was too restless for that. Maybe he’d lift some weights. Gabe made his way down to the gym, idly pulling up a newsfeed on his phone as he walked.

The sounds of sparring reached his ears as he approached the gym, grunts and thumps, along with the occasional short laugh. Seems like someone else was making productive use of the morning. He strode into the gym to find McCree and Genji sparring in an open area covered in floor mats.

Huh. Looked like McCree had pulled the new kid out of his shell a little bit. Genji was stand-offish and fucking angry about everything, so seeing him sparring with McCree in a relaxed environment was a good sign. Gabe pocketed his phone and leaned against the wall to watch, taking another sip of coffee.