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Normal nights for Hanzo and Jesse usually consisted of one of them sneaking into the other's bunk sometime during the gloom of the night. The one time Jesse tried it, he had been caught by Hana, and was delayed for an hour. By the time he had escape her flurry of questions, Hanzo had fallen asleep.
Hanzo still woke up with the gunslinger snuggled up against his back — the bunks in the Watchpoint barely contained Jesse by himself, let alone a whole other person — with Jesse's long arms wrapped around his middle.
The two were currently doing that now, lying on their sides, Hanzo staring into Jesse's eyes and kissing the gunslinger languidly. He tasted like ash and bourbon.
"Mm, darlin', do ya think we could... add some spice?" Jesse's eyes twinkled.
"Sex, you mean?" Hanzo asked. He didn't think Jesse would be the type to push so soon. But then again, the way he did things was "barrel in heads first".
"Well, not what I had in mind, darlin'," Jesse gave a nervous chuckle. His cheeks turned red, and this time he didn't have his hat to hide it.
"I don't think I follow," Hanzo said. He peered at the gunslinger curiously.
"We can still kiss babe, but it's just. More intense. Ya feel?" Jesse said.
"You basically want to make out with me?" Hanzo raised a brow with amusement. Jesse huffed, muttering under his breath. "Of course."
"Oh good! So —" Jesse dropped his voice, Hanzo chuckled, "—how do you wanna do this babe?"
"With kissing," Hanzo said. He pushed Jesse flat on his back, and swung his leg over the gunslinger's waist. Jesse gasped, and was beet red again. The archer chuckled, and silenced any of Jesse's murmurings (sometimes in English, but Hanzo liked hearing him utter Spanish when he was really flustered) with his mouth.
Jesse groaned into the kiss, tugging his metal hand through Hanzo's raven locks, enjoying the sight of Hanzo with his hair down. He twirled a lock around a metal finger, rubbing the soft strands delicately. Gradually, the kiss deepened, the archer pressed more of his weight down into Jesse's, forcing the other's mouth open with his own. For extra measure, Hanzo tugged his fingers through Jesse's hair, earning a throaty moan in response.
"Y'know I really like seein' you with your hair down, sweetheart," Jesse murmured when they parted for breath, smiling gently. Both their faces were flushed.
"I know," Hanzo said, returning Jesse's gentle smile, "you've said so in your sleep. Multiple times."
Jesse huffed, puffing those ruddy cheeks of his out. "Aw shucks. I didn't know you watched me in my sleep darlin'."
Hanzo rolled his eyes, and kissed the gunslinger deeply to silence anymore taunts he had up his sleeve. He allowed a tiny groan into the kiss, and Jesse's metal fingers carded through Hanzo's hair with more fever.
Jesse allowed a lot more than a thin groan into the kiss. He was already a loud and raucous man, and he seemingly — impossibly so — got even louder when he was aroused. Or enjoying something. Or maybe both. He rattled like old machinery under Hanzo, his trembling hands feeling all along Hanzo's arms and shoulders, tracing every curve of muscle. It made Hanzo happy (and a little smug), turning the big loud American gunslinger into a noisy and flustered mess.
"I can't believe you hold a gun," Hanzo muttered against Jesse's lips. "I know I wouldn't after seeing your hands shake like this."
"Havin' someone as beautiful as you kissing me like that does things to a man," Jesse retorted, panting lightly.
"I don't doubt that it does," Hanzo smirked lightly. Hanzo pressed his lips to Jesse's once more, gentler, with no intent to suck the air out of either of their lungs like the last kisses had done. He remembered the last and final briefing about the next mission, which was tomorrow, from earlier today.
He wouldn't be going. But Jesse would.
It wasn't a high risk mission, but anything could happen. The thought of the impending danger made Hanzo anxious. He squirmed, shifting uncomfortably.
"What's wrong darlin'?" Jesse noticed Hanzo's change in mood. Maybe he caught a solemn look in Hanzo's eyes.
The archer narrowed his eyes. "I didn't think I'd be this worried about you going on that mission, even if we've both been in situations like these aplenty."
Jess quite literally grinned from ear to ear. He wrapped his arms around Hanzo's middle in a tight hug, rolling him over onto his back and brushing his cheek in a kiss. Hanzo scowled up into the gunslinger's face, and Jesse flashed his teeth and laughed.
"I didn't think you'd be worried about me Hanzo! Aw shucks!"
"I take it back," Hanzo murmured, dropping his head to the mattress.
Jesse kissed his jaw apologetically. "It'll be fine darlin'. This mission is gonna go by smoothly, and I'll be back before you know it. Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Jesse," Hanzo warned at mention of the iconic saying. Famous last words.
"Okay, okay! I won't die, I promise," he still had a happy-go-lucky grin slapped across his mouth. "I'll come back, safe and sound."
"Mmf. You better," Hanzo said, offering a small smile to relieve the gunslinger. "Now kiss me again."
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By the time Hanzo was in the cafeteria, joined by the remaining agents at the Watchpoint, he knew Jesse and his teammates were on their merry way. Their mission was simple, they were supposed to gather intel on possible Talon activity in Russia. In and out in a matter of days.
The danger was that if the team got on Talon's radar, it could go south quickly, but they were told to disengage and lay low until everything blew over. It was hard to say how long that in itself would take.
Hanzo was dressed comfortably in his usual attire, no weapons on his person and ready for a day of relaxation, since he had nothing else to do after all. He surveyed the cafeteria — everyone except for three members remained. (The ones that were on the mission were Jesse, Lúcio, and Lena.)
The cafeteria was one of the largest rooms on the ship, aside from the medbay and multiple training simulators. The walls were mostly white, save for a few small windows made of one-way mirrors, and they were lined with multiple screens, mostly menus, others had the forecast and news being broadcasted on it.
Winston had pulled a larger screen up on one table, so that they could broadcast the mission via their satellite. The screen showed the plane making its way to Russia now, they'd be nearing their drop zone any minute now, Winston had commed everyone at the Watchpoint in.
Hanzo ordered a simple breakfast with toast or jam. He had tried rice and miso soup once — a favourite of his — but didn't find it to his liking. Plus Jesse usually had toast in the mornings, or an unhealthy portion of cereal.
Genji sauntered in the cafeteria, a few minutes after Lena had reported in about approaching the designated landing zone. He sat down beside Hanzo without a word. Before, Hanzo felt uncomfortable sitting next to Genji. The quiet whirr of his cybernetic body unnerved him, the archer's reflection in the metal plates made Hanzo feel on edge. The worst part had been the visor — completely unreadable.
"Good morning brother." Genji, like Jesse, had a big sweet tooth. Although a cyborg nowadays, Genji had no actual need to consume food, he chose to do so. And he happened to order the sweetest things he could find. Today, he wanted the colourful cereal hoops Hanzo couldn't stand.
"Good morning," Hanzo replied with a wary glance towards the sugary concoction Genji had received.
They talked about various things, mostly Hanzo telling Genji such a meal was detrimental to his health and Genji waving him off and then talking about some video game Hana had told him about. When the image on the screen changed to that of everyone unloading out of the plane, the atmosphere in the cafeteria changed.
"He'll be back," Genji said. He had taken his visor off to eat, the scarred and veiny skin underneath being a sight Hanzo wasn't used to. However, the face was a familiar one. Under all the scars there was Genji underneath the suit of armour he wore now.
"I know," Hanzo said, glancing at Jesse's figure (he towered over Lúcio and Lena both) in the screen. Whatever expression he wore was hidden under the brim of that ridiculous hat. "He promised me he'd come back."
Genji nodded. "And he never breaks a promise."