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Title: "Drinking under the Moonlight Sky"

Fandom: Overwatch

Rating: Teen

Pairing(s): Jesse McCree x Hanzo Shimada

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada

Word Count: 587

Prompt: Morning || Night

Written for: McHanzo Week [2017] - Day One

Originally posted: June 18, 2017

As Hanzo Shimada sat on the balcony with the moon bathing the night sky in its dim yet still radiant light, sipping sake from his sakazuki, the view he had of the Kentucky landscape did not hold the same charm as his homeland. The soft rolling hills, largely untouched by the hand of man, and horses freely roaming inside their pastures were certainly a relaxing sight to behold but he missed the iconic cherry blossoms that he could view from inside the Shimada residence. Not that he missed the lifestyle of the Shimada clan, by any means.

The bell attached to the front door chimed, indicating that Jesse had returned home, but Hanzo remained in his spot, taking another sip as he knew that his cowboy would find his way to him.

“Hey, babe, aren’t you chilly out here?” The glass panel door behind him slide open and felt Jesse’s scruffy beard brush against his the side of his neck as he attempted to press a kiss on his cheek. Jesse was referring to the fact that Hanzo wore his kimono so open that his chest was exposed. He heard a rustling of fabric and before he knew it, Jesse’s red serape was draped over his shoulders before sliding down to sit beside him. He stared down at the tokkuri wedged between their bodies.

“It’s a plum wine, perhaps a little too sweet for your tastes.” Hanzo lightly teased. Jesse had the penchant for drinking tequila and other bitter tasting types of alcohol. He could handle the bitterness just fine but every once in awhile, Hanzo liked to switch things up by getting something sweet.

“We’ll see about that.” Jesse gave him a grin then proceeded to pick up the tokkuri. Before Hanzo was able to protest and tell him not to drink straight from the tokkuri, Jesse had taken a big gulp, setting it back down with a satisfied expression. Granted, the action itself was not nearly as bad as sticking a pair of chopsticks upright in rice but it still managed to make him cringe.

He tilted his head as he licked his lips clean, “What? You look about ready to eat me out...not in the sexy kind of way.”

“Your manners leave a lot to be desired.” Hanzo sighed as he shook his head.

“Aww, shucks, darlin’, then perhaps next time you should let me drink from your sakazuki.” Jesse’s pronunciation of Japanese was flawless, having spent a considerable amount of time in Hanamura before they had become acquainted, “Though, blame your brother, he said that this was the best way to enjoy sake.”

Genji was a horrible influence on Jesse.

“Blatant nonsense.” He scowled, almost wishing that his younger brother and his lover were not such good friends.

“Oh, come now, don’t frown, you look much more pretty when you smile.” Jesse beamed at him. As he wrapped an arm around him, Hanzo resisted the urge to nudge him in the side as pretty was not a term he would used to describe the former oyabun of the Shimada clan, regardless of how short lived his stay in the position was.

His expression only darkened further when he heard snickering emitting from his dragon tattoo, where his twin dragons typically laid dormant when they were not being used in combat, though occasionally they liked to manifest themselves physically and laze about like cats, if cats were stretched out to the length of telephone poles.

“Cut it out,” Hanzo grumbled at the dragons.