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Jesse lay awake, Hanzo’s soft breathing from the other side of the room indicating that he was in fact asleep, but how could he sleep after that. Jesse mulled it over, everything had been moving quickly, sure he’d had one night stands before, he understood how quickly things could go, but Hanzo didn’t feel like a one night stand, it felt wrong to lump him in with them, especially considering the fact that their little back and forth had been going on for far longer than one night.
Hanzo was something else, and Jesse cringed at the thought that he could never understand his marking, that it had been in a language he couldn’t read, and the first thing Hanzo had said was in Japanese, was his cry as he released his dragons. Shit.
But it made no sense, surely Hanzo would have said something, wouldn’t have been so uptight and abrasive if he’d known that Jesse was his soulmate, if that was what they were.
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Jesse’s breathing was loud in the small room, quiet but not the even breaths of sleep, which Hanzo had been feigning since the cowboy had entered the room. Sleep was finding it hard to claim him, every time he closed his eyes one of two images flashed before him, the moment he had seen the sniper pull the trigger and the world had gone black, or the marking he’d covered up long ago, the one that had always seemed so impossible, so ridiculous, until Jesse had said ‘well howdy there darlin’.
It had been years since Hanzo had covered the marking with his tattoo, years since he had come to the conclusion that he would simply be one of those people who never found their soulmate, and he was content with that. But this, this lightness that he felt in his chest when he could hear Jesse breathing across the room, still awake and possibly thinking on the same things that Hanzo was. So close that it would only take a few steps for him to lie beside the cowboy
This was never supposed to happen; Jesse was never supposed to happen.
Hanzo climbed from bed slowly, legs aching slightly the way they always did when he climbed from bed, that was the downside of not removing his prosthetics, the positive however being that with the number of enemies he’d accumulated over the years it was far easier to flee or to fight when he had legs.
When Hanzo switched the lamp on Jesse shifted slightly, turning to Hanzo, eyes squinted in the new light even if it was dim.
“Hanzo, you okay?” Jesse asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his bed.
“Do not speak,” Hanzo ordered as he stepped closer to Jesse’s bed, taking a deep breath and kneeling on the sheets, legs on either side of Jesse’s hips.
Jesse’s mouth fell open, about to speak, but for once in his life the brunette was silent, sitting and watching as Hanzo leaned forward, close enough that they could feel one another’s breath on their lips.
“Do you believe what you said earlier, that we are soul mates?”
“So I’m allowed to talk now?” Jesse laughed.
“Do not ruin this.”
“Hey,” Jesse began, tone more serious, “If we’re gonna do- whatever the hell it is we’re doing, you don’ get to pick and choose bits of me. My quick wit and smart remarks are part of the deal. It’s all or nothing.”
Hanzo snorted, “Is that what you call it?”
Jesse smiled, eyes creasing, “To answer yer question, I don’t know if I believe it. But I found myself hoping it was true.”
“We barely know each other.”
“Maybe we should do something about that.”
“What would you propose?” Hanzo asked, voice low, sultry.
“Twenty questions? I’ll start, what’s-” Jesse was cut short as Hanzo pressed their lips together for the second time that day. Pulling away for only a moment McCree laughed, “Or we could do this.”
The kiss was hungrier than their first, lips locked together, Hanzo pressing his tongue to Jesse’s lips, opening the kiss and moving up the cowboy’s thighs. Hanzo reached out, hands curling in Jesse’s hair, softer than he had expected, the lingering sent of smoke on every part of him, a metal hand inhumanly warm against his waist. Hanzo pressed forward, body aching for more contact than he was receiving, he’d been with men before, he knew how this went.
“Hey, slow down their pardner,” Jesse sighed, pulling away further.
“Is there an issue?”
“Yeah, kinda. A few days ago you wanted just about nothing to do with me, what changed?”
“Nothing changed, you were simply wrong to think that.”
There was a pause, Jesse sitting for a moment, looking into Hanzo’s eyes, practically level now that the shorter man was straddling his thighs. “Why’d you try to shoot me that first day?”
Hanzo laughed, a short sharp breath, “If I had been trying to hit you I would have succeeded.”
“Don’t doubt that. But you thought about it. Did I say it, whatever was written under that tattoo of yours?” Hanzo remained silent looking in any direction that would not allow Jesse to meet his gaze. “Obviously there’s something you’re conflicted about. How ‘bout we just cuddle?”
Hanzo’s laugh was stronger this time as he stated, “We are grown men.”
“You tryna tell me you don’t want to cuddle?” Jesse asked, arms already open in anticipation.
Rolling his eyes Hanzo leaned into the embrace, head nestled into the crook of Jesse’s neck, chest hair tickling his cheek. Hanzo stated, “You are a strange man.”
Jesse laughed for a moment wrapping his arms a little tighter, and Hanzo knew that he had been found out, that as McCree’s hand ran lazily over his tattooed arm that there was perhaps a purpose to soulmates, in the way Jesse held him as he could not remember being held.
“That might be so, but I’m yours if you want me.”
“I think… I would like to try.”