#reyzo

When Hanzo makes his way down to the courtyard, Reyes has stopped by the gazeebo surrounded by cherry blossom trees to take shade and stretch. Now that Hanzo’s close, he can see Reyes’ bronze skin glistening with sweat, and how obscene the man’s thighs look with the shorts tightly wrapped over them.

“Mr. Reyes,” Hanzo calls his attention.

“Master Shimada,” Reyes acknowledges him, but doesn’t stop from stretching his arms.

“May I ask what are you doing?”

“Working out,” Reyes lifts his knees.

“We have a room for that.”

“I know, but I like to run as well,” Reyes stops moving and licks his lips, catching’s Hanzo’s gaze. “I’m not allowed to leave the palace yet, that’s no excuse to miss my full work out. Gotta stay in shape to keep you safer.” Reyes bends at the hip and straightens before bending backwards to stretch out his back.

The guard has only been here two weeks, and, under Sojiro Shimada’s orders, every guard must go through a period of no contact nor interaction with the world outside the gate of the palace. Due to their line of work, sometimes Hanzo’s home goes on lockdown, and the guards aren’t supposed to tell anyone what they do inside. It’s to test their will and trust. “I appreciate the thought, but you cannot run around like…”

Reyes stops moving again, “Like what?”

“Like that,” Hanzo gaze goes from the older man’s toes to his head. “We have an image to keep.”

“Outside of uniform, your father didn’t give me any regulations to what I wear. And with all due respect, he hired me, I work for him.”

Hanzo’s brows furrow, “To guard me. And I am the heir, if I say something you should also listen without question.”

“I’m listening, but I’m not taking the suggestion, Master Shimada. Besides, we’re inside the palace, I’m not running around naked with your family name written on my ass.”

Hanzo’s eyes widen, and he tries to erase that image from his mind before it even appears. “It is disrespectful to walk around like that, and it is also disrespectful to talk to me like that.”

“I apologize, sir,” Reyes says, and Hanzo can’t read if he’s teasing or not, which is not good. Hanzo got a feel of his past guards in a couple of days, but the man has been here fourteen days, they’ve gone on duties and outings together, and Hanzo hasn’t been able to read anything from him.

“You are free to use our training room, but next time wear a more suitable attire,” Hanzo turns on his side, telling the guard the conversation is about to be over. “You are distracting others.”

One corner of Reyes’ mouth perks up, “Am I distracting you, Master Shimada?”

Hanzo’s eyes widen again, “No! My brother, he missed our lesson because of you.”

Reyes chuckles and wipes away sweat from his temple with the sleeve of his jacket, “I will apologize to him then.”

“You will not direct a word to him,” Hanzo says before he can stop himself. It was jealousy that spoke, but from what side he can’t say. Either he was jealous that Genji would be alone with Reyes, or jealous of what that talk might lead to. He clears his throat, “There is no need; I already spoke to him about it.”

“Alright then,” Reyes seems to be about to say more, but his phone rings. His expression goes from relaxed and teasing to hard and serious. “Reyes here.”

Hanzo knows it must be his father when he notices it’s the phone Sojiro gives to the guards. It is only used to contact the Shimadas, can’t be tracked and easy to get it lost when needed. “Understood, sir.” Reyes hangs up and Hanzo turns fully to him again. “Your father wants us to take care of someone that has been spreading bad word about your family, in the outskirts of Hanamura.”

“Very well,” Hanzo nods.

Gabriel sinks to his knees and praises the body in front of him as he devours it with kisses, licks and bites. He drinks from the sweet droplets over the porcelain skin, and feels the goosebumps over Hanzo’s skin. The main objective of his attention is Hanzo’s delicious tight hole between his plump cheeks. Gabriel laps at it with a mission; he approaches it like he would any task given to him. Hanzo, defying Gabriel’s remark, bites his lip and fist when his voice wants to rip through his throat over the stimulation.

Gabriel has no rush to open Hanzo, nice and slow. Maybe at first, he just wanted to pin the heir to the glass, scold him for being so reckless that evening and teach him a lesson. But the more he takes of Hanzo, the more symphonic moans that slip into his ears, Gabriel realizes he could’ve lost Hanzo tonight. And he doesn’t want to hurry up their moments together, no matter how secretive they have to be or if someone walks in. No one should—except Genji who waltzes into Hanzo’s personal space without a knock, but Gabriel doesn’t worry about him.

“Reyes,” Hanzo growls, warning him to get to the best part before the heir pushes him to the floor and rides the guard himself.

“I’m getting to it,” Gabriel presses his body against Hanzo’s back, pushing him against the cold wall. The dragon shivers in between, while his jaw remains tense, showing his teeth. Yet his eyes are already heavy lidded, drifting away into the pleasure. He’s melting against Gabriel, a solid fortress of scratched iron with a core of gold.

Gabriel whispers praises into Hanzo’s ear to ease the burning. Instead of saying he acted too careless, he says Hanzo’s aim was impeccable, something deadly. His arrows were invisible in the night, only sounding like a hiss in the air before death came knocking. Gabriel tells him how fast he was, how the targets didn’t see him coming before their blood colored the polished floor of the fancy mansion.

“When you killed the leader, and sat on his office chair,” Gabriel whispers and sighs, unable to finish straight away when Hanzo clenches around him. “I wanted nothing but to take you right there. Tear your clothes and fuck you while you held on to your bow for dear life. Hell, aiming an arrow at my chest, I don’t care.”

Hanzo’s laughs comes weak, overtaken by the pleasure of Gabriel’s thrust, “That would be dangerous.”

“Wouldn’t be the most dangerous thing we’ve done, mi principe,” Gabriel points out and rams into Hanzo, causing a gasp through the prince’s lips.

The water turns cold, yet their bodies keep the fever between them. Hanzo’s own hips jerk back, looking for a better position, but Gabriel’s body is impossible to move, especially when he’s jackrabbiting into the younger man, keeping his chest pressed to the wall.

Even if Gabriel fucks him senseless, his mouth and hands act as if they belong to another man. His fingers trace patterns over Hanzo’s trembling skin, while his mouth kisses and murmurs praises that make Hanzo’s eyes rolls backwards. Finally, Hanzo looks over his shoulder, sees the man he’s grown fond of, the one he uses for pleasure, with blown eyes and wild curls, and kisses his lips. One of Gabriel’s hands comes to Hanzo’s jaw, rubbing at the spot with his thumb.

“S-stop,” Hanzo orders, against his own will.

Gabriel stops moving, and after a couple of seconds pulls away, leaving the prince empty and gaping. Hanzo turns around and kisses him properly, wrapping his arms around Gabriel’s neck to pull him closer. Their hard members are forgotten for a minute, as they dissolve against each other. Gabriel’s hand gets lost in the dragon’s main, and Hanzo pulls at the short curls, taking some control over the situation that has his hips jerking, and cock leaking.

Gabriel’s free hand wraps around their cocks and begins to stroke, lazily. He’s too distracted by Hanzo’s lips to properly work Hanzo until he crumbles, but it works just fine for both of them. When they part, their lips are swollen and gaping, gasping for the air each stole from the other. Their foreheads come close as Gabriel’s hand moves faster, not baring this torture any longer. Hanzo breaks first. His plump, parted lips, blissful eyes and shivering skin cause Gabriel to follow shortly as he watches his angel falling from cloud nine.

Gabriel kisses Hanzo again, tender and delicate, as if both would break. Then he trails down his neck and chest, between his built pecs and down his chiseled stomach. He licks away the come and water he finds, leaving the heir clean and proper, and exhausted against the wall.

Gabriel smiles at his handy work, and wipes the corner of his mouth, mostly for show, before he moves to leave. The dragon wraps his claws around the guard’s wrist, stopping him. “It is late, you will sleep in my room tonight.”

Gabriel raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure your father won’t know?”

“Of course, you will leave before the sun comes.”

Hanzo tilts his head slightly to Gabriel and answers, “I am listening.”

Hanzo’s scent starts infiltrating Gabriel’s nose clearly, it’s like rain in the woods with a cold breeze dancing through the pines, intoxicating enough to make his thoughts falter for a second. “Let’s go somewhere private.” It’s not a question, nor an invitation and Hanzo knows this.

A light huffs escapes Hanzo’s mouth, “I am afraid my room is occupied. Any suggestions, sir?”

The ‘sir’ is surprising, but Gabriel doesn't allow himself to look affected by it, “My room is free.”

“Lead the way,” Hanzo says and grabs his phone. “Let us see how the night goes, maybe I will give you my number then.” His tone is playful, but hides the anger he wants to unleash once they’re behind closed doors.

Side by side, they step into the elevator, and as soon as it closes, Hanzo moves to stand in front of Gabriel and his eyes are softer than what Reyes has seen in the pictures, an illusion. “Tell me, commander,” Hanzo’s hands move to Gabriel’s hips, but he remains still, “What are your plans with me?”

“To keep you quiet unless I tell you to speak,” Gabriel says, grabbing Hanzo’s wrists. “Or there will be consequences aimed at your brother.”

“I see,” Hanzo looks down at their hands and Gabriel regrets not having a stronger hold on the heir as he turns his hands and moves them behind Gabriel before slapping them and stepping away from Gabriel as he goes to grab him again.

Hanzo strikes a punch and hits Gabriel on the stomach. When Gabriel swings, Hanzo dodges, but gets him with a knee to his stomach. When Reyes goes to grab him once more, Hanzo turns around and slams his body against Gabriel, causing him to hit the wall of the elevator. Shimada jumps off his feet and turns his body around along with Gabriel’s. He uses his feet to push off the wall and both hit the ground. Gabriel releases him and both stand quickly again to continue their fight.

Hanzo knows he can’t defeat Gabriel, or so the commander thinks once he catches the archer focuses more on avoiding his hits to tire the soldier out. It the mists of it, Hanzo pulls Gabriel’s belt off and tries to wrap it around Gabriel’s neck. But Reyes manages to get it around Hanzo’s wrists behind his back and tie him up as the heir is pinned to the wall.

Gabriel growls over the younger man’s shoulder, “Try anything like that again and your brother will be in this same position as you.”

Hanzo chuckles, “If I know my brother, he is already in it.”

The elevator dings and the doors open. Gabriel turns Hanzo around harshly and moves him out of the elevator down the hall to his room without exchanging another word. Once the door closes, Hanzo hits the side of Gabriel’s head with his own forehead and breaks free of his hold, but not the belt around his wrists. He’s back to dodging Gabriel’s fists and kicks, and it works. The commander’s lungs begin to ask for more air than he’s taking and he groans to himself how can this prince slip away so easily. He knows Hanzo is skilled with his bow, but it seems he skipped on some more vital information.

Gabriel kicks Hanzo’s feet off the ground and the archer rolls on his back. Another mistake by Gabriel; Hanzo uses the movement to slip his arms under his legs and now has them in the front. Shimada runs to Gabriel and knees him in the face before swinging a kick Gabriel quickly blocks, but a second comes far too quickly to his other side. Gabriel falls to the floor and Hanzo’s thigh comes across his chest and a dagger is aiming down at his eye between Hanzo’s hands.

“Enough of this game, commander,” Hanzo says as his chest heaves, more breathless than Gabriel.

Gabriel chuckles and raises an eyebrow, “Getting tired? I’m just getting started.”

“And we both know this won’t end, at least not well for neither of us.” Hanzo looks across the room to the window and Gabriel knows exactly what he’s looking at. The hotel is in the shape of a U and Gabriel made sure to get a room where he can watch over the brother’s. “I believe you have a message.” The archer stands and allows Gabriel to do as well.

Gabriel eyes him suspiciously before walking towards the door and catching the room Jesse is with Genji at the moment. The blinds are blinking rapidly, a sign Gabriel has no knowledge of. He turns on his comm and speaks, “McCree?”

“Boss,” Jesse says in that tone he uses to try to hide when something goes wrong. “Slight change of plans.” Gabriel frowns and turns to Hanzo, who is unwrapping the belt from his wrists with ease.

“I do not believe in over working my guards.” The leather belt falls to the floor as the archer tests his wrists. “I allow them a few hours of free time when we go to these places. Poor fools sometimes forget they work for the same guy they try to pick up when drunk. Or that they have devices such as yours that connect to the rest.”

Gabriel looks back at Genji’s room, the blinds completely closed. “McCree—” The device comes off his ear and he turns to Hanzo.

“Hush, the adults will talk now. Tell my brother I will call him once I am done.” He throws the comm to the floor and Gabriel stands straighter.

“Why are we following you?” Gabriel asks for Hanzo.

Hanzo nods, “I did not think Overwatch would have such interest in what goes on in a small town such as Hanamura.” It seems he at least doesn’t know about Blackwatch, Gabriel is glad to be wearing normal clothes instead of his uniform.

“We both know your business runs beyond Hanamura.”

“My father’s business,” Hanzo corrects. “I am merely a messenger.”

“My men have found arrows in dead bodies.” Gabriel steps closer to the prince. “The type of arrows that are only made for you.”

Hanzo huffs, “That reminds me I need to have a talk with my seller. Or have you silenced him already?”

“It wasn’t him we got it out of,” Gabriel responds. “You might have your men surrounding my agent, but I can get more to comr fast. Tell me what I want, and we can both have our pains in the asses back.”

“Who said it is your agent who I have surrounded, commander?” Hanzo smiles, knowing something Gabriel doesn’t, until it clicks. Hanzo grabs the belt again and approaches Gabriel who scowls at him. “Do me a favor: sit back and listen to what I have to say. My men might not be surrounding your agent, but I promise you, Genji is faster with his blade than their bullets.”

Gabriel eyes the window before he turns around and places his hands behind his back for Hanzo to tie. He hadn’t said it, but the action of the belt returning to the heir’s hands and the look he gave Gabriel was enough. Then Gabriel moves to sit on the couch while Hanzo takes off his shoes. “I must say, I’m surprise at your advances and kinks, Shimada.”

“Let me guess: you thought Genji would be the one?” Hanzo takes Gabriel’s silence as an answer. “It seems there are things about the Shimadas even Overwatch does not know about.” He steps closer to Gabriel, and the commander hates how compliant his thighs part. Hanzo pays them no mind as he continues. “Genji enjoys his adventures and lovers, everybody knows that. He has the freedom to do so whenever he pleases. But when he finds himself in situations like this, trust me commander, sex is the last thing on his mind. He will not hesitate to hurt your agent if something happens to me. Me, on the other hand, I get what I want by any means.” He smirks and his gaze roams over the commander from knees to head. The sight of a strong and powerful man at his mercy gets him going.

“I never get tired of that look in the eyes of the men and women like you,” Hanzo starts again as he saddles Gabriel’s thighs. “You think you are one step ahead of me. Believe you know my story since I was born, my darkest secrets, all of my weaknesses and most important strengths.” He smiles, and it sparks a special attention in Gabriel that makes his stomach coil. “They see Genji then, think he is so easy too, but do not realize they have been fooled until it is too late.”

Gabriel thinks of Jesse in Genji’s grasp. The cowboy can surely take care of himself, but they weren’t ready for this. Neither have their guns, trusting their fists and strength were enough. Genji could have Jesse at the edge of his blade by now. Suddenly, Hanzo’s hands come to the top of Gabriel’s head and pull at his short curls, causing a hiss from the older man. “We can always make a deal.”

“What?” Gabriel growls.

“I was looking for business here, but my father does not know about it. More like I was looking forward to ending one.”

“Is that so,” Gabriel says, not believing it.

“It is a man that I know will double cross my father when the time comes, and that time is approaching. I will gladly tell you who it is, trust me, you will be interested. Once I do, I will walk away and your agent will rejoin you.”

“Unharmed?” Gabriel questions.

Hanzo gives a slight nod, “You have my word.”

Gabriel huffs, “What makes you think I believe you?”

“You could have easily push me away, yet here you sit.”

Gabriel eyes down their bodies, how close they are and the growing bulge between his legs. He looks back at Hanzo and realizes such information Hanzo is offering won’t be cheat. “What do you want from me?”

Hanzo tilts his head and his eyes turn wicked, “To break you, commander. Do not tell me you are not interested.” Hanzo presses his hips to Gabriel’s, the man groans quietly, but the archer still hears and huffs.

Gabriel turns his head away, considering such offer. He can easily pin the young man to the floor, tie him up nicely—a thought that doesn’t help his hardening member—and make a run for it. Any guards waiting outside will be easy to handle. The question is will he get to Jesse before Genji pierces a sword through his chest?

There’s a little voice inside his skull that tells him to stop pretending he’s thinking about the offer due to their safety. Hanzo’s young, handsome, and it looks like he has more experience than Gabriel thought. A night letting go shouldn’t hurt anyone. Yet, there’s a small red flag with the word ‘TRAP’ printed on it. He decides to ignore it when Hanzo grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it apart, ripping the first two buttons away and exposing the commander’s chest. Hanzo looks at it approvingly and presses a hand through the short hairs over it. Gabriel watches the fair hand contrasting with his skin and just thinks how beautiful their bodies would look clashing together.

Hanzo must think so as well as he moves his hips to press closer to Gabriel’s. He feels the younger man’s own hardening cock underneath his clothes brushing with his. His eyes widen for a split second as his stoic façade falters to the feel of Gabriel’s size against his. The look on his face makes Gabriel grin in return.

“Tell me, do we have a deal, or do I need to choose a way to make you and your agents disappear?”

Gabriel tilts his head, “That won’t be necessary.”

Hanzo smiles proudly and pulls from Gabriel’s hairs to have more access to the commander’s neck. He begins trailing heated kisses down the dark skin and takes longer where he can feel Gabriel’s pulse speeding. While his mouth works there, his hands continue to tear open Gabriel’s shirt and travel over his chest and stomach, as well as far over the sides he can reach. Gabriel can tells he’s checking if he's carrying wires or anything dangerous; his hands search eagerly at first and once they come empty they return to the older man’s chest and start teasing at the nipples. The attention forces a sound so embarrassing Gabriel can’t believe it come from his own mouth as he arcs his back. Hanzo laughs against his skin before he lowers to kiss the perky nobs.

Gabriel watches him flick his tongue and suckle as he bites his tongue from sounding so vulnerable in front of the enemy. The enemy. The word only makes it worse. His hips jerk to meet with Hanzo’s and the heir does the same. Hanzo’s hands abandoned Gabriel’s chest to travel lower and unbutton his pants as well as his own.

The arches gasps when he looks down at both cocks, standing proudly. His leaks a bead of pre to the sight of Gabriel’s. The commander’s ticker and bigger than him; Gabriel can’t help the smirk on his face when he sees the prince lusting after his cock. Hanzo’s calloused fingers wrap around him, too sudden to repress the moan that comes through his lips.

Hanzo plays with him like he has done it before, and Gabriel’s body responds too well to it. There’s a little bit of fear to that, along with thrill of Hanzo knowing what makes Gabriel squirm. But he won’t give the heir the chance to figure him out completely tonight. This is a quick fuck to seal a deal.

Gabriel tears the belt around his wrists and picks up Hanzo by his thighs before standing up. Hanzo gasps and smiles to the lift as he wraps one arm behind Gabriel’s neck, but leaves the other on the commander’s cock, teasing and playing. Gabriel doesn’t think he can make it to the bed by the way his knees buckle and his spine tingles when Hanzo brushes his thumb over the leaking head.

Once they’re in Gabriel’s bedroom, he drops Hanzo on the bed and quickly crawls on top of him before the prince can escape. He tears Hanzo’s shirt the way he did to Gabriel’s before and starts kissing all over the fair skin as well as the nipples that are already perked up and needy for attention. He bites around each one, making sure to at least leave the marks for tonight. He marks the heir’s neck and collar bones harder, wanting him to remember the deal he made with the devil and how hard it will be to break. Also the thought of Hanzo going back to his palace and talking to his father while his body is covered in bruises under his clothes stir a passionate energy in his gut.

When Hanzo’s hands move to his head, Gabriel grabs and pins his wrists over his head with just one arm. Their eyes meet and both are blackened by lust. Hanzo’s lips part as he breathes and he looks straight at Gabriel’s, begging for a kiss. Reyes lowers and both of their hot breaths collide between them. Hanzo lifts his head to seal the kiss, but Gabriel moves out of his reach. The heir whines in protest and Gabriel smiles as he leans down again. Hanzo’s hopeful again, but Gabriel passes his lips to kiss under his ear and down his neck.

Gabriel does with his body what he pleases. He tears the remaining clothes apart to kiss, lick and bite every spot of skin he sees, but ignores Hanzo’s weeping and twitching cock. By the look on Hanzo’s faces, this is what he wants and Gabriel is happy to continue. “Thought you wanted to break me,” Gabriel reminds him as he mouths against his neck and shoulder. “Not the other way around.”

Hanzo huffs, “I know what I said. And that will still happen.”

Gabriel chuckles, growling in his chest, as his mouth travels an inch over Hanzo’s, “Keep dreaming, kid.” He teases another kiss again, but this time Hanzo looks angry instead of hopeful. Gabriel steps away, leaving Hanzo naked and alone on his bed while he moves to the carry-on bag he hasn’t unpacked. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom before returning to the heir.

He has his fun opening Hanzo up with his slicked fingers. His body twists and raises when Gabriel hits the right spot and curves his fingers the right angle. Hanzo’s eyes are glossy and he calls for more, but Gabriel takes his time. Still, with every moan, drop of sweat that breaks through Hanzo’s perfect skin and the way his muscles tense and relax start to crack Gabriel. The dangerous tattoo on Hanzo’s left arm shimmers with that sweat and Gabriel swears something vibrates underneath the skin it’s decorating when he brushes his finger tips over it. He has heard rumors of the Shimadas being able to dominate dragons. Simple folktales and illusions those that have escape their grasp manage to spill before an arrow returns to finish the job.

This is the great blue dragon. Squirming, moaning and begging for a big cock to fuck him. He wants to be used by a man that could easily snap his neck in this moment, instead he allows Gabriel to wrap his hand around his throat while his other one slips a third lubed up digit into his gaping hole. Hanzo grabs Gabriel’s wrists, but not out of fear, just for leverage, to have something to hold on to so he doesn’t lose it so quickly.

Once Gabriel feels him lose enough, he turns Hanzo around and covers his own cock with lube as well as he strokes it a few times. He halts when he sees Hanzo’s perfectly round ass as he lays completely stretched for Gabriel to do what he wants with it.

The commander strokes himself softly with one hand while the other rubs at the plumb cheeks. He gives the right one a slap, causing Hanzo to yelp and bury his face into the pillow he grabbed at some point to muffle his sounds. Gabriel lets go of his cock to hold both cheeks instead and spreads them. The pink pucker gaps for something to fill it up again. He pushes his cock between them and rubs over the hole. He moans and rests his head back to the bliss of his member finally getting some needed attention from Hanzo’s body.

Hanzo whines and wiggles his lips and pushes them back. Gabriel chuckles and grabs Hanzo’s hips to control him from moving. “Not yet,” Gabriel growls, making it obvious he wants more than this, but won’t give in so easily to the prince’s whims.

Hanzo seems to notice it too as he tries to wiggle his hips again. The hold on his hips actually hurts and will bruise. “Already tired, old man?”

“No, you?”

“I can go all night,” Hanzo says, voice tense and his body trembles when Gabriel continues to rub his cock over his hole.

“I wish we had all night,” Gabriel speaks before thinking.

“That can be arrange,” Hanzo comments as he looks over his blushing shoulder.

Gabriel stops moving as he thinks about it. An affair with the enemy. Thrilling and passionate. Meeting in different cities and fucking after battles to release the adrenaline left over. When he starts thinking about it too much, he holds his cock and thrusts into Hanzo. The hot, velvet walls sallow him whole, inch by inch, and his breath stutters. Hanzo claws at the pillow as he moans for his men to hear outside. It seems he wants the whole hotel to know how needy he is for a good cock. How much he’s loving Gabriel’s.

Reyes starts thrusting slow at first, but then he picks up the pace as he holds on to Hanzo’s hip. He wants to bury the younger man into the mattress. He waste no time jackrabiting into him, knowing that will shut Hanzo from making any more comments that cause Gabriel to think what it will be like to have the Shimada heir as a cock warmer. He wants to see the blue dragon, in all his glory, bouncing on Gabriel as he arcs his back and moans to the skies. But for tonight, he’ll take Hanzo like this. Body flat on the mattress, delicious round ass jiggling around his cock and his scorching pucker trapping keeping him inside.

Gabriel leans over Hanzo’s back and wraps a hand around his throat. Hanzo looks up, trying to meet his eyes, but Gabriel presses his forehead to his instead. His hair smells nice, even with the hint of sweat. Every time he takes a deep breath, the scent runs into his nose and through his veins. Gabriel moves quickly and bites into his shoulder. A scream breaks through Hanzo’s lips and a second later, a door slams open down the hall. “Master Shimada!”

Hanzo’s hand shoots out behind Gabriel’s head to keep him press to his skin and quiet. Hanzo barks back in Japanese, telling them he’s fine and it was a false alarm. The quiet seems to show hesitation from his guards, but then the door closes and they are alone again. Hanzo sighs and lowers his head, thinking he has a chance to breath, but Gabriel jerks into him sharply. The heir gasps and Gabriel moves his hand from his neck to his mouth. “Hush, prince, wouldn’t want us to be interrupted again.” Hanzo whines behind Reyes’ palm and pushes his hips up, wanting more even if Gabriel is already balls deep.

After a more torturous and lazy ride, Gabriel turns them on the side and goes faster. Hanzo wraps an arm behind Gabriel’s head and looks at the man over his shoulder. Reyes’ beard rubs at it, probably leaving a burn over the already blushing skin. Hanzo moves his mouth closer, reaching for a kiss, but Gabriel nibbles on his shoulder instead. Hanzo groans in frustration.

“Not used to not getting everything you want, pequeño príncipe?” Gabriel teases with a grin.

Hanzo doesn’t try again, the pleasure coursing through his body is too much to move. He lets Gabriel manhandle him as he fucks him. Hanzo is not like other lovers Gabriel has had. Only one comes head to head, and he can’t put his finger on why. Maybe it’s the stamina, the youth, the idea that someone this high wants to roll around with Gabriel, knowing well he’s doing it to gain something.

At some point, Hanzo’s name slips through his mouth and Hanzo answers with Gabriel’s. It’s too intimate and his hips respond with fervor as his movements become frantic. Hanzo says it again and again and Gabriel feels the heir is close.

The commander moves one hand in front of Hanzo and grabs at his tender and hairless balls. The view of his hairy pair behind Hanzo’s must look so obscene and delicious. Hanzo gasps and his eyes widen as he looks at Gabriel. “Give me something from this guy I’ll be so interested in.”

Hanzo’s teeth clench and his chest heaves with every harsh breath. “He has to do with Talon.”

Gabriel hums, “Are you sure?”

Hanzo nods and grabs Gabriel’s wrist, pleading to be release. “I will tell you more once we are done. But that is the most important detail to you and I know.”

Gabriel raises his eyebrows and thinks. It does peak his interest more, and Talon is more important than Shimada, in his opinion. He slowly lets go of Hanzo’s balls and starts fucking him just as fast as before he stopped. The heir continues his beautiful sounds, including the melody of saying Gabriel’s name like it belongs on his tongue. Now he understands what Hanzo meant by breaking him. The cracks on Gabriel begin to dismental him as he falls apart with the prince around his cock. He feels close to the peak of the climax, high above as he continues to thrust into Hanzo.

Gabriel tells himself is to silence Hanzo before the guards come inside again when he kisses him. The heir pants and moans into his mouth as the orgasm wrecks through them both. Gabriel unloads in him, cock twitching surrounded by the lovely heat. Still he doesn’t stop his hips from doing little jerks, riding out the orgasm and enjoying how sensitive Hanzo is around him.

Gabriel pulls out, earning a beautiful moan from Hanzo before the archer rolls on his stomach. His eyes are hidden behind heavy lids and he’s breathing softly, but there’s a smile on his lips as he looks at Gabriel. There’s pressure against Gabriel’s chest when he sees it, and has to look away.

“The man is Taimiko Chun,” Hanzo speaks after a few minutes of silence. “Talon tried to recruit my father last year, but he declined. He did not agree with their methods and found no benefits from them.” Hanzo sits up and stands from the bed to collect his clothes. He finds his pants and slips them on, with broken zipper and missing button. “Chun was once the most important ally our family had, he makes weapons from omnics. He praised my father for denying Talon’s invite, but my brother and I found he reached out to Talon two months ago with the promise of not just better weapons, but ours.”

Gabriel sits up and watches him as Hanzo grabs his shirt, but drops it again, realizing it’s ruined. “What exactly are your weapons?”

“Nothing of your concern, trust me, commander. At least not yet.” Hanzo dares to walk towards Gabriel’s closet, where he has placed some clothing. The heir pulls out one of the hoodies Gabriel brought for the cold weather. The commander raises an eyebrow when he puts it on, even if it runs a little big. “Chun is currently in this hotel, room 78, getting ready for a business dinner with me, which I will gladly miss to give you an easy access to hin. He is a bigger threat right now, especially if you do not get him.”

“Why is that?”

“Because then I will have to go after him. Once I am done, I will go after you for ruining our deal.”

“I never agreed on going after the guy, just on me listening and letting you walk away, for now,” Gabriel clears as he stands up. Hanzo’s eyes flicker to his softening cock and Gabriel tries to ignore the image of the dragon pouncing on him for a second round.

Hanzo scoffs, “Like you will be able to walk away if you did anything to me.” Hanzo turns towards the door, but stops at the frame and looks back over his shoulder. “We should stay in touch, commander. I would not mind making more deals with you.”

The prince walks away and Gabriel sits on the bed before lying back. He rubs over his eyes and sighs. The room smells like Hanzo, rain and pines, there’s also the spice of sex and saltiness of sweat. The door opens minutes after Hanzo leaves and heavy footsteps with a familiar jingle of spurs rings into the hall. The smell of smoke filters into the room and Gabriel starts missing the clean scent Hanzo brought with him.

McCree slumps by his side, with his hair a mess and eyes in a delirious gaze. McCree likes to smoke after sex, and when Gabriel has a better sniff of him, he realizes he smells differently. Jesse offers him a cigar and the lighter, and Gabriel takes it gladly as they stare at the ceiling. The smoke surrounds them and slowly the aroma of the dragons fade completely. Gabriel wishes to bring it back, but bites his tongue.