Oooohhh can you do a spuriken marathon sex where they were the only one left in the base and they fuck around the whole Gibraltar base because most of them are on a mission including Hanzo? Bonus points if aphrodisiacs are included!
Thank you very much for your request, Anon!!! I had a blast writing this, even though, again, because we're shorthanded at work and I'm doing so many extra shifts, it took a long time. Sorry about that!
So! Spuriken marathon infidelity aphrodisiac sex coming right up under the Read More!
CW: cheating, infidelity
Hanzo took Cole’s hand and led him into a sheltered spot created by a few large crates piled haphazardly atop each other for one last kiss.
“Two weeks,” Hanzo sighed between kisses, because it was never going to be just one last kiss. “How am I supposed to survive two weeks without you?”
“You might, but I’m not,” Cole said, looking forlornly down at his husband. “When you get back, you’re either gonna find me facedown in a pool of my own tears or just a dry husk cuz I wasn’t able to eat or drink or nothing without you nearby. Just ain’t fair keeping us apart that long.”
Hanzo bit his lip and his eyes actually began to shimmer a little bit. “Cole,” he whispered.
“Hanzo, my darling,” Cole whispered back, and he leaned down and captured Hanzo’s lips, and the two of them pressed together as though they would never part again…
…but of course…
“Ugh,” Genji groaned as he rounded the corner. “I knew it, I just knew you’d be making out someplace. Get it together, you perverts, they need Hanzo on the transport ASAP.”
Cole sighed into Hanzo’s mouth, then Hanzo sighed into his, and they finally broke apart.
“Well,” Cole said, standing tall and hugging Hanzo to his chest. “So long, sweetheart. Stay safe. Come back to me just as soon as you can.”
“I shall,” Hanzo murmured, his voice vibrating directly into Cole’s chest. “As soon as may be.”
Genji made a gagging sound.
Hanzo and Cole knew full well, however, that he was only trying to lighten the mood and prod them into actually making the painful parting, and Hanzo stepped back, Cole’s arms trailing after him, but he shot his husband one last look and then turned away to walk back towards the transport, Cole following behind like a plaintive puppy with Genji at his side, hand on his shoulder, though shaking his head at his brother and brother-in-law’s teenage antics.
But, because he was as good a brother as he was a friend, he stood beside Cole as they watched Hanzo climb the ramp into the transport and immediately turn to watch them as the ramp closed. Then he sadly waved goodbye through the window as Tracer slowly maneuvered the transport away.
Genji’s grip tightened on Cole’s shoulder to stop him from walking after it as it exited the hangar bay. He didn’t entirely trust Cole to stay far enough from the jet exhaust when it blasted off into flight right outside the hangar doors, a hot wind blowing his hat off as it carried his husband off to the other side of the planet.
The two men stood together for a few minutes, staring out the wide open entrance until the transport disappeared behind a distant cloud.
“Well,” Cole sighed, “that’s that.”
“Yep,” Genji agreed, nodding. “Just us on the whole Watchpoint for two whole weeks.”
“Yep.”
They continued to stare up into the sky for another few minutes.
Then Cole sighed, the longest, most drawn-out sigh yet, and asked, “You got the stuff?”
“Right here,” Genji answered, taking a small bottle out of his pocket. “Are you well-hydrated? You’re not gonna want to stop for anything for hours.”
“Yeah, I loaded up right before we came down. Better get down to it unless you’re into watersports.”
Genji made a considering noise as he passed Cole the bottle, and Cole surprised himself with a weak chuckle before he twisted the lid off and chugged the pink liquid inside in a few gulps.
Then he tossed the bottle aside and tore off his t-shirt, revealing his furry abs and pecs. “Alright, you feeling like the stallion or the cowboy?”
Genji didn’t answer. He simply latched onto Cole and wrapped him up in his arms, his grey artificial skin cool against Cole’s hairy and increasingly warm body.
They sank down to their knees together as their tongues dueled and entwined and pushed back and forward, and Cole sighed at how similar Hanzo’s brother tasted, so close yet with a distinct tang that was all Genji, a flavor that set Cole’s veins afire with forbidden pleasure as his hands roved over his brother-in-law’s back and dipped down to fondle and palm his spectacular ass.
Then, right there in the middle of the hangar bay floor with the sea breeze wafting in through the wide open doors, they stretched out with Genji on top, and Cole began to pull aside the thin black strap between Genji’s asscheeks to the side with one hand and rub circles around the tight, twitching ring of muscle guarding his entrance.
Then his finger dipped inside to the first knuckle.
Genji was self-lubricating these days, and was thus always ready.
They were going to find out if he would ever be ready for a rest, though. The last time Cole had spent any amount of time apart from Hanzo, he’d been absolutely miserable, and this time with the help of Genji and some powerful aphrodisiacs, Cole was going to try to be so far gone fucking his brother-in-law’s brains out that he wouldn’t have time to miss his husband.
They were making a great start.
“Genji,” he moaned into his mouth, sinking his finger in all the way, “Genji.”
“Cole,” Genji whispered back. “I’m going to fuck you on every single flat surface in every single room of this Watchpoint. You’re all mine for two weeks, and you’re not going to know a single moment without my cock in you or your cock in me.”
That was the moment the aphrodisiac hit Cole’s system.
Growling, Cole all but tore his finger out of Genji’s hole and pushed down his trousers, which in this position meant they didn’t even make it to mid-thigh, but it was enough to free his full, achingly hard cock.
Then he took Genji’s hips firmly in hand, lifted him up with prodigious sex-driven strength, and sank him right down onto his cock.
“Cole!” Genji gasped as he was filled to the brim. “Cole!”
“Ride me, baby,” Cole ordered in a low, rumbling voice. “Your guts are so hot around my cock, but I want them hotter. Make me cum, baby. Paint yourself white with my spunk.”
Genji obeyed, leaning back to bounce properly in Cole’s lap, his erect cock swinging up and down in time with his movements. “Give me your cum, Cole,” he panted, sweat dripping down his face and the steam pouring out of his shoulder vents as he increased his pace. “I want it. I need it. Feed me your cum!”
Cole laughed, feeling a surge of exhilaration at Genji’s needy tone.
He hadn’t taken any aphrodisiac. He was just this much of a cock hound, and with the Watchpoint empty he couldn’t strut from bedroom to bedroom like he usually could.
Two birds, one stone.
His laughter slowly morphed into grunts and moans that, combined with Genji’s, echoed throughout the immense, empty hangar bay so that there could have been a half-dozen men cheating on their husbands with their brothers-in-law scattered in the large room, like a ludicrously oversized clubhouse for cheaters.
The idea was so hot.
Everything was so hot.
Cole wished Hanzo were here to enjoy it.
And the thought of Hanzo beneath him, jackhammering up into him as Genji rode him, was enough to snap the coil in Cole’s core, and he slammed up into Genji with a shout as he poured his essence into his husband’s brother.
Genji kept up his frantic pace all through Cole’s interminable orgasm before slowing down, watching Cole’s face for any sign of discomfort.
Then he grinned.
“Not oversensitive?” he asked, even as his slow pace milked more and more semen out of his brother-in-law.
Cole shook his head.
“Need a break?”
Cole shook his head.
“Good. Suck me, cowboy.”
And he clambered off Cole’s dripping cock and knelt over his head and thrust his cock, wet and sticky with precum, into Cole’s wide-open mouth.
That was only the beginning of course.
When a chilly wind started blowing through the hangar bay, they went into Winston’s lab and Genji fucked Cole over Winston’s desk until Cole’s eyes rolled up and he shot his load, untouched, in a spectacular arc from under the desk, over the handrail, and onto the laboratory floor below.
Then they fucked in the kitchen, Cole slurping on Genji’s cock while Genji prepared a calorie-dense meal with plenty of bottles of sports drinks to accompany it.
Then they fucked on the recreation room couch with Genji’s favorite porn blaring on the holoscreen, giving them ideas to try: the afternoon delight, superman, pile driver, and more.
That was just the first day.
As the days passed, Genji took Cole for other rides: the fourth day was absolute torture, because as soon as Cole drank the aphrodisiac, Genji tied him to a strong metal chair and just stood and sat and laid there all morning long, pleasuring himself with his hands, his fleshlights, and his vibrators, among other things, while Cole could only watch with increasingly maddened eyes, orgasming from the sight alone several times before Genji finally finally finally released him for the grand finale, and Cole was brutal as he took Genji’s legs and slammed their buttocks together, driving the double-ended dildo into their innards over and over until Genji’s was crying with pleasure.
Through it all, though, he missed Hanzo, and Genji was a really good sport about the night when, despite everything, what Cole really needed was to fuck solidly into Genji as his eyes were glued to the video of their wedding day. Hanzo looked absolutely resplendent and blissful in his dark blue tuxedo, standing alongside Cole in his eyewateringly red tuxedo as they hugged and laughed and kissed and Hanzo whispered the filthiest things into his ear in front of everyone, murmuring his plans for the night so that neither Cole’s dick nor Hanzo’s were ever less than semihard the whole damn day until they retired at last to their honeymoon suite.
That wasn’t enough, though.
The next day, Cole brought out the sex tapes.
“Unh! Unh! Take it, cowboy!” Hanzo grunted as his image on the screen pounded into Cole’s hole as Genji matched his rhythm in the here and now.
“Yeah, take it!” Genji agreed, growling the words with a huge grin at this intimate proof of Cole’s infidelity. “Spread open, cowboy, wider. Wider! Fuck, I’d wondered why it was so easy to open you up, but look at Hanzo’s huge cock! No wonder you can take everything so easy. He opened the way, and now whole armies could march through. Thank you, brother!” he said, addressing the holoscreen. “Thank you for making Cole’s ass so soft, so pliant, so accepting, and thank you for also leaving it nice and tight, to fit like a glove around my cock so I can enjoy what’s rightfully yours!”
Cole came with a feverish moan, spurting all over himself, his body hair already matted to his skin from Genji fucking the cum out of him at the breakfast table, on the benches in the gym, and in the lockerroom.
The day before Hanzo’s return, Genji took out his phone just as Cole finished swallowing the aphrodisiac. “Let’s see,” he muttered thoughtfully as Cole swallowed the pink drink and wiped his mouth. “Hangar, lab, kitchen, rec room, conference room, interrogation room, launch pad…”
He continued listing off locations, which took a while, long enough for the aphrodisiac to start rushing through Cole’s blood.
“...boiler room, the janitor closet on the first floor, the janitor closet on the second floor, the janitor closet on the third floor, and the janitor closet on the fourth floor,” he finally finished and, with a sly, slightly evil smile, he looked up at Cole. “That’s everywhere! Except…”
“Except?” Cole asked, demanded really, as he came up behind Genji and wrapped his arms around him from behind, slotting his erection into his asscrack.
Genji showed him his phone.
Cole swallowed.
They headed immediately to Cole and Hanzo’s quarters.
Cole fucked Genji on Cole and Hanzo’s bed. Then Genji fucked Cole on Cole and Hanzo’s bed.
They kept switching, fucking, sucking, stroking, thrusting, bouncing, slamming, but while Genji swallowed down and buried deep within himself every drop of Cole’s cum, he didn’t allow Cole any of his.
Every time he started to cum, he pulled out of Cole’s mouth or Cole’s ass or Cole’s hands or Cole’s legs or Cole’s pecs to spray his semen all over the sheets.
Cole and Hanzo’s sheets.
Marking his brother’s marriage bed with his essence.
Cole couldn’t decide what was hotter, Genji defiling this most sacred and intimate space with his spunk, or the thought of bringing Hanzo here the moment the transport landed tomorrow and reconsecrating it with his husband’s sweat and semen as Hanzo rebranded Cole as Hanzo’s own, Hanzo’s one, and Hanzo’s only.
An incredible end to an incredible two weeks. Cole was so, so thankful to Genji; without him, he would have been absolutely miserable, trudging around the Watchpoint staring balefully into space before drinking himself stupid every single night until he finally passed out, only to awaken and repeat the wretched cycle fourteen times.
Instead, he had passed out each night held in his brother-in-law’s arms, warm, sated, and absolutely drenched in cum.
The better alternative, to be sure.
However, he could still say that it was at long, long last that the two weeks were over, and he woke up that morning with his heart bright with anticipation of seeing Hanzo again, of holding Hanzo in his arms, of Hanzo fucking his brains out and Cole fucking Hanzo’s brains out.
It was going to be amazing to have his husband back.
His phone rang, and Hanzo’s picture flashed on the screen.
“Hello, my darling, hello! You breaking radio silence?” he exclaimed as he answered the phone.
“Indeed, my love,” came Hanzo’s low, sonorous voice, thick and glowing with happiness and relief. “It’s so good to hear your voice.”
“And yours, too,” Cole said softly.
Behind him on Cole and Hanzo’s bed, Genji stirred, his eyebrows scrunched in that cute way when he was waking up, and his dark eyes opened, and he smiled as he took in Cole’s dopey, lovestruck grin as he continued speaking on the phone.
But Hanzo wasn’t here yet.
Cole didn’t resist as Genji rose up and started rearranging Cole’s body. He arranged Cole on all fours while Cole gabbed and laughed and conversed with his husband happily, and he timed the moment when he sank his cock into Cole’s still liberally lubed and cum-filled ass at a moment when Cole was already sighing contentedly at the prospect of Hanzo landing in only an hour.
There was no fear of discovery. Athena commanded a veritable army of cleaning drones that had dutifully mopped up every last dreg of evidence from the past two weeks, and the last step would be washing Cole and Hanzo’s sheets. It would be like nothing had ever happened.
It seemed, however, that there would be at least one piece of evidence, but Hanzo was so unsuspicious of Cole, in direct contrast to nearly everyone else in the world, that he would never recognize it for what it was.
Genji grit his teeth and threw his head back, holding back his cries of ecstasy with difficulty since he had been so unrestrained the past two weeks as he unloaded one last time into Cole’s ass.
When the last echoes and shudders of his orgasm faded away, he draped himself over Cole’s broad back, then reached out and hit the mute button as Hanzo was describing in a whisper what he was going to do to Cole as soon as he got back.
“Tell him you’re already lubed up,” Genji whispered into Cole’s ear.
Cole shivered at the thought of Hanzo unknowingly using his brother’s cum to slam home into Cole’s body.
He unmuted the call.
“...and then,” Hanzo murmured, hidden away in some corner of the transport away from the rest of his team, “I’m going to coat my fingers until they’re absolutely dripping, and work you open until you’re sloppy and loose.”
“Somebody beat you to it. Sorry, darling,” Cole crooned, feeling Genji grinning over his shoulder, “I’m already open and dripping and ready for you. You could pound me into the ground the second you step off the transport if you wanted.”
Silence.
Then Hanzo sucked in a breath, and Cole could hear the need, the utter lust his husband was feeling at that moment.
“I think I happen to know a place in the hangar bay,” Hanzo purred, “where we won’t be seen.”
Cole smiled.