#off limits au

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92nd Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Off Limits – breeding kink; gentle; loving; knotting – They're in love, your honor.

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“Yes… yes, yes,” Hanzo keeps chanting softly right into Cole’s open, panting mouth. He’s stopped gripping his hair and instead has curled his arms once more around the older Alpha’s neck, his blunt nails digging into his skin and scratching burning lines against Cole’s shoulder blades.

Cole whimpers but he can’t move away; not when his insides are molten and Hanzo is gripping his cock; tight and pulsing and pulling him deeper and deeper into his hungry insides. Cole barely has to do anything; he’s just there, offering his cock to the young Alpha, and Hanzo takes whatever he needs from him.

“Deeper,” Hanzo demands, but his voice is shivery and higher pitched than usual. His gaze keeps boring into Cole, daring him to close his eyes and disobey him. “Can’t… can’t breed me up like this,” he mutters, completely derailing Cole’s thought processes. What little there had been.

His mouth opens wider, tries to close, gets hindered by Hanzo suddenly bridging that tiny gap between them and kissing him.

It’s not a very coordinated thing, as kisses go; just a smear of their wet lips and a warm, directionless lick of the young man’s tongue, but it keeps Cole feeling absolutely hooked. Literally. There’s a pull behind his navel that makes him feel like he needs to press closer to Hanzo. Like he needs to try and fit himself into him.

So he does, tilting his hips finally and pushing that last delicious inch into the eager pup, filling him to the brim.

Hanzo keens into the kiss, his fingers stopping their restless shredding of his back in favor of digging his nails in deep and mean.

“Like this,” Hanzo whispers. “Like this, like this, just like this!”

Cole groans. He hitches his hips back and quickly forward again. He doesn’t know if he even managed to drag out of Hanzo at all, but it still sends sparks across his nerve endings and fire through his veins.

“Like this?” he croons. He’s not sure how he managed to find his voice, but there it is, rumbling out of him, his tongue working without his brain giving any input. “Want me to breed you like this? Want me to put some puppies into you just. Like. This?”

He’s talking a big game but his hips keep doing their pathetic little ruts and his eyes are filling with tears because the stimulation is just too great.

Having Hanzo feral and riding him had been a vision. Having him soft and almost (Almost!) submissive beneath him, whining for his cock and keeping his legs clamped tight around Cole’s hips is bringing him into an early grave.

He can’t even fathom thinking about anything other than the face Hanzo makes when his words start to drip feed into his brain. The past is so far away when Cole can barely remember his own name in favor of promising Hanzo nonsensically: “Gonna give you the prettiest puppies. Gonna pump you so full you’re gonna bloat with it. Gonna keep you nice and warm and fat with my cum until you push ‘em out. And then gonna start it all over again.”

There’s an odd thing Hanzo does with his face. He circles through expressions way faster than Cole can try to decipher them before suddenly he just whines and looks so open and is nodding quick and breathless as his insides work over Cole’s cock and he whispers once again: “Yes… yes… yes yes.”

Like he is not completely devastating Cole with each whined little word of encouragement.

Somehow Cole manages to find enough brain cells in him to start fucking Hanzo. Not the dumb little ruts from before but honest-to-God thrusting motions that pull his cock out halfway, then stuff it back inside, allowing Hanzo’s fever hot walls to drag against his shaft and obliterate all thoughts he’s ever had.

There’s only Hanzo. Only Hanzo Hanzo Hanzo and his delicious, fucked out whines and the heat of his insides trying to crush Cole’s cock up. There’s only Cole’s dumb Alpha hindbrain desperately thinking about knocking him up; as if he were an actual in-the-flesh Omega and didn’t just act like one.

He’d never thought back when he went to seduce the pretty Alpha heir that Hanzo would purr for him. Would be all sweet and almost simpering for his big fat Alpha dick.

A sharp little nip to the point of his shoulder has him gasp and his eyes fly open. He hadn’t even realized that they slid shut somewhere between him pumping his hips hard and fast and Hanzo’s muscles holding him tight and secure through it all. The friction along his shaft is insane.

“S-Sorry,” he stutters, obediently staring at him once more.

One corner of Hanzo’s lip twitches up, showing him just a hint of a fang before his face goes lax once more; soft and flushed so achingly beautiful-

Cole’s hips stutter. He suddenly feels too close to the edge for comfort, panic over coming too early lancing through his system. He slows down his desperate rutting; going slower and slower until he comes to a complete halt, as deep inside Hanzo as he can go, chest heaving and heart thundering in his ears.

Hanzo does not react; not immediately. He stays wrapped around Cole for a few moments longer, just breathing and rumbling quietly with a purr that has become sub-vocal and is thrumming so deep inside Cole’s body that it feels like it is starting to rewrite his DNA.

“Why’d you stop?” Hanzo suddenly asks, voice tight and with a certain urgency to it. His stumps are clenching tighter around Cole’s hips. The strength in them makes him feel light headed even without them wrapped around his head and cutting his breathing off.

“I just… I don’t want it to end too quickly,” he whispers. Warmth keeps skittering down his spine with every clench around his cock. He wonders if the throbbing he feels is his own heartbeat fluttering in his crown or Hanzo’s as he grips him in a warm, long hug.

He is blinking; slow and passive, just staring up at Cole’s face and apparently having trouble understanding what is being said.

Cole almost whines, anxiety threatening to cut down the warm pulsing of pleasure as he waits for Hanzo to be mean again, but surprisingly enough, the young Alpha just nods slow and blinks again.

“Yes,” he whispers, barely audible. He blinks again and then curls his arms around Cole’s neck and pulls him down until their foreheads are pressed together and the space between them is just hot little breaths of overstimulation. “Go slow,” Hanzo whispers. “You need to go slow and deep to breed me up. Real… real deep.”

Cole can’t help his whimper, cock flexing along with his stomach muscles as he shifts his knees a little and gets into a more comfortable position above Hanzo. His head is feeling full but in the best way possible. It’s insane to him that Hanzo is so adamant about this fantasy, but a part of him is also endeared.

If Hanzo wants to pretend he can carry their pups. If Hanzo wants to carry Cole’s pups. Who is he to deny him? It has to mean something, doesn’t it? It has to mean Hanzo likes him. Enough so to want to be knocked up by him.

Cole closes his eyes slowly and leans further in to press slow kisses against Hanzo’s sharp cheek bones.

“Yeah…” he whispers in a low croon; as if he’s got his shit together. As if he’s not flailing wildly and flying by the seat of his pants. “Yeah, I’ll take good care of you, babydoll. Gonna go nice and slow. And deep. As deep as you need me to.”

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91st Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Off Limits AU – violence; threats of violence; dominance displays; competency kink – Hanzo being unhinged is the hottest thing Cole has ever seen.

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Cole falls on his ass, undignified to the last, eyes wide and mouth hanging open again as he watches Hanzo attack like some kind of panther. He’s over the desk in a split second, seemingly without really even touching the shitty wood before his hands are on Clint’s throat and he topples him to the ground.

The old Alpha hits the ground with a resounding thud before he can even register what happened. Once understanding sets in, he can’t even sound the alarm because Hanzo is choking the everloving fuck out of him.

The younger Alpha is somehow managing to look both supremely sane and absolutely unhinged. His dark eyes are opened wide and that sharp little grin from seconds before has widened into a cheshire smile that has Cole’s whole body throbbing with unease.

He’s growling; a low, reverberating sound that seems to crawl up from the depths of Hell itself. Like Hanzo has tapped into some primal power that should have been kept locked up.

Cole watches as the young man shifts his grip a little, his thumbs moving to dig into the soft part on the underside of Clint’s chin, tilting his head back and forcing him to bare his throat to him.

“You might be the smartest of this bunch of ingrates, but don’t you try to compare yourself to me,” Hanzo finally says. His voice does not shake. Cole wonders vaguely how he manages to sound so perfectly put together; how he can speak so clearly with a mouth full of so, so many teeth that are gnashing as he moves his jaw. Waiting to rip Clint into a bloody mess. “You wanted to get noticed by the Shimada. And now you have been. You and your pathetic little pack are our new bitches. Lower, even. You are nothing but a new engine, feeding us guns and keeping your little, insignificant mouths shut while you do it – except for singing our praises and licking our feet whenever we feel like it.”

Something flashes in Hanzo’s gaze. He moves, getting up from the feral crouch on top of Clint and kicking him in the side to flip him around on his front. Cole stares, watching as blood blooms on the shirt right where Hanzo dug his foot in. Only now does he realizes that Hanzo is not wearing any shoes; those sharp metal toes having pushed into Clint’s side as if it were butter.

The older Alpha gurgles with pain, his face twisted. He can’t make a sound through his quickly bruising throat, but his hands are shooting down to his side, holding the wound Hanzo left behind.

The young Alpha’s foot comes down on the back of Clint’s neck and from how the old Alpha spasms, Cole is absolutely certain for a moment that he simply broke his neck saving them all the heartache; but he can see Clint’s eyes still slowly blinking and blood bubbling on his lips as he breathes carefully.

Hanzo watches him from above, his eyes heavy lidded and thoughtful. “I see now it has been silly of me to try and be civil with a bunch of animals,” he says in a low voice. “My father had been right, in the end. I always have been too lenient. Too gentle.” His upper lip twitches briefly. “This will change now.”

Cole glances at Clint’s face and how it gets a blue-ish purple tint as Hanzo digs his foot down just a little harder on his neck, then looks up into the young Alpha’s face.

He’s stopped smiling at least. His expression looks far away and dreamy; like he is barely aware of the old man struggling to breathe underneath the weight of his foot. “I think a lot of things will change. I have a mind to… uproot some traditions.”

His gaze drops to Cole who freezes in place, barely allowing himself to breathe as he stares up at him, heart stopping a beat, then beating fast and hard once more. He feels like an insect pinned beneath the younger Alpha’s heavy gaze; sitting on his naked ass like a fool, slowly bleeding onto the dusty wooden floor boards.

Hanzo looks away without acknowledging Cole – like he barely even saw him – and focuses on Clint again. He lifts his foot slowly from the old man’s neck. Clint takes in a harsh, gurgling breath. He rolls his eye to look up at Hanzo and his gaze is pure hatred.

Hanzo ignores it. He nudges the sharp steel toes of his foot against Clint’s lips.

“Lick,” he says in a low voice. He’s growling again. It’s reverberating from his chest and this time Cole can feel it rumbling through the fucking floor. He can’t help how his cock reacts to it. It’s a stupid fucking thing and has never listened to him; it’s just filling out, eager and submissive, intensely turned on by the sight of this young Alpha thoroughly dominating Clint.

The old bastard recoils as much as he can. He heaves himself over to lie on his side, still clutching the wound. “Fuck you, you upstart little freak,” Clint hisses, blood spraying from his lips and flecking the pristine chrome of Hanzo’s foot. “I will fucking kill you. But first I will mount you an’ dominate you so you know where the fuck your place was, you-”

He’s shut up by Hanzo crouching down. The younger Alpha moves with short, economic gestures; not a motion out of place as he squats next to him, his hands dangling between his knees. Cole can’t see Hanzo’s face like this, but he can see Clint’s between the other’s legs and how all the color leaves his face as he looks up at the other.

“I will kick your teeth in until you do as you are told. And once you have cleaned me within a satisfying margin, I will stomp on your head until there is nothing left of it other than a red, sticky paste.”

Cole sees him marginally curl his ramrod straight back to get a fraction closer to the older Alpha. “You have no room to negotiate. You will not leave this miserable little hut alive.”

He waits for a second longer, then slowly stands again, lifting his foot and nudging the sharp toes into Clint’s lax cheek, slicing the skin open.

“Lick. My. Foot.”

Cole wonders if Clint will give in. He does not think he’s ever seen him submit to anybody; though then again, he’s never seen him so thoroughly caught off guard. His jaw drops open a little as he watches the old Alpha briefly go through his options before his face twists into a mask of rage and he leans forward, actually extending his tongue just like he was told to.

Cole doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more erotic in his life. His cock slowly fills out more, dragging against the inside of his furry thigh, leaving wet smears on the hairs there, then snuggling into the crease between his thigh and stomach; just lying there, slowly pulsing as he stares at the ramrod straight back of Hanzo, wondering just how fucked he is going to be once the other turns his attention to him.

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91st Batch Of Fics: 6th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Off Limits AU – animalistic behavior; aggressive; loss of virginity; big stretch; belly bulge – Cole really tried to hold on, but at some point he tips over the edge...

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Big. Big, big, big, he’s so big. Hanzo can’t wrap his head around it. He has difficulty thinking at all, though that has started way before he sat down on cock and everything whited out in a bright hot haze of sensation.

He’s so full. His walls are being spread (around cock, around cock, around cock he’s sitting on a cock he’s sitting on it and it is so deep) and his nerves are getting crushed by it. He’s so absolutely, damnably certain that he can feel every bulge of every fat vein in Cassidy’s goddamn dick and it makes him so unreasonably angry that he gnashes his teeth in the old bastard’s face.

Cassidy leans back, his pretty brown eyes huge but the ruddy red color not leaving his cheeks.

For a second his upper lip twitches and there’s a hint of those crooked, yellowed teeth being shown back at him before the older Alpha thinks better of it and lifts his chin just a little bit. Submitting to Hanzo despite being the one balls deep inside his heat.

Balls deep inside Hanzo. He’s so deep, deep, deep. Hanzo can’t figure out how it is possible. He looks down and watches himself move, his thighs tensing and relaxing, pumping him along the Alpha’s cock. That can’t be right, can it? A questioning whine creeps out of his throat. He looks up again and Cole is just staring back still in that same position, though now his mouth is just hanging open as he pants and his eyelids are so heavy they might as well be closed.

Just a wet sliver of glistening eyes can be seen peering at Hanzo. His huge hands do move, though, pawing at Hanzo’s upper arms and shoulders, sliding back and rubbing little circles into his shoulder blades.

“SSShh… shhh… doin’ so well. Doin’ so good,” the old Alpha rumbles; like he knows what is shooting through Hanzo’s head. Like he is so perfectly aware of how filled he is and how it feels like he is splitting open and how he doesn’t know why his body just keeps on moving.

Hanzo bares his teeth again, but it’s just reflex and there’s no heat and Cassidy obviously knows it because he just curls his arms around him and pulls him in, crushing him against his warm, flabby chest that feels… so so good.

The cock inside him flexes. Cassidy wheezes, fingers twitching helplessly against Hanzo’s back. Despite it all, he just sits there, stiff and solid like a boulder. He doesn’t budge; not when Hanzo moves his hips faster, punishingly so (punishing who? Himself? Cassidy? Both seem to backfire spectacularly because the burn creeping up his spine is making his brain tingle in his skull, and Cassidy sounds like he has trouble breathing) – and not when Hanzo starts clawing at him, scratching bright red lines into his skin.

.o.

Cole doesn’t know what to do with Hanzo. If he leaves him alone he makes the most mournful little whining sounds; like he simply can’t understand that it’s his own damn fault that he’s getting filled so roughly and on so little prep.

But when he hugs him and tries to calm him, he scratches deep, burning lines into his body and presses his teeth against his shoulder and makes him tense up in return, breath hitching, everything inside him going red hot for a wholly different reason than the incredible feeling of a tight pussy wrapped around his dick.

He’s afraid Hanzo might try to bite his neck and he will have to shut that down hard – but the pup turns his head at the last moment and instead digs his teeth into Cole’s shoulder and just teeths at him as he keeps riding. Fast. Hard. Hiccupping out sounds that Cole has no idea if they’re good or bad. He’d bet damn money that Hanzo has no idea as well.

They sound like he’s hurt, but he also doesn’t stop grinding. In the moments in-between where he is not whistling out little puppy whines, Cole can hear the wet shlk of skin dragging against skin and it is downright killing him. He clenches his eyes shut, breathing through his clenched teeth, focusing on the pain of Hanzo biting his shoulder and using him as a glorified chew toy so he wouldn’t shoot his load too fast.

So he wouldn’t knot while deep inside the young, inexperienced man and do something utterly horrible to his sweet, accommodating insides.

“So good,” Cole hisses through his teeth, scrabbling for a single, clear thought. “Bein’ so good. Such a good boy for me. Feelin’ like a million fuckin’ bucks, shit- ah…”

Hanzo clenches around him at the words and he has to breathe through the hot flash that sends through his body, ricocheting off his nerves. He feels like some damn pinball machine; like he can hear the dings and clangs of all the damn points the pup is scoring right now.

“Easy,” he breathes softly, petting along Hanzo’s spine, trying to soothe him into some form of calmness when he can still see the animal that has overtaken his thoughts glinting right out of his eyes the moment he leans back.

There’s a bit of pink glistening on one of Hanzo’s bared canines and his shoulder is throbbing with just enough pain to let him know that the beast broke skin.

He thinks he should be more annoyed about it than he really is. He should put an end to it all. Show Hanzo just how dominant he can be, and put the pup on his back. Fuck him senseless and be done with it all.

But Hanzo is insane on top of him, and Cole has never fucked. Not like this. Not with his dick wet and pushing into the sweetest hole he’s ever felt; all warm and living and real.

And when Hanzo sits down with a wheezing little squeak, taking him as far as he can manage, and he looks down- he can see the barest hint of a bulge beneath the young man’s navel.

Cole’s mouth drops open. He feels his cock jerking inside Hanzo’s steel trap hold and can tell, vaguely, that the other flinches as a reaction. Maybe he’s making a sound, too, but the rush of blood in his ears drowns out anything else. It’s like some kind of veil drapes over Cole’s eyes, his need to bite and mark and… breed suddenly too dominant and aggressive to ignore.

He wraps his arms in a gorilla hold around Hanzo’s middle and starts to fuck.

Quick, nasty staccato thrusts pushing Hanzo up, up, up, forcing him to make room, to make space for Cole to slam up and use him. His heels scrabble against the floor. He’s vaguely aware of the heavy office chair moving them backwards until they ram into the wall and it goes no further.

Hanzo has his hands on Cole’s shoulders again, nails digging into skin and the perfect round teeth mark wound he’s left behind. Pain flares and the veil that’s dropped over Cole’s vision takes on a decidedly red tint as he loses himself to the animal inside.

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90th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Off Limits AU – Hurt/Comfort; torture mention; body mutilation mention – Sometimes things can be easy even if the going is tough.

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Hanzo is stiff beneath him even though he has moved Cole to lie practically in his arm and guided him to put his head down on his chest. He’s warm, though, and when Cole puts his left arm across his stomach he hisses at the cold of the material that very quickly warms up to his body’s heat.

He pinches Cole into the side in retaliation but that’s that and they settle into a silence that Cassidy thinks is quite companionable until Hanzo finally breaks it.

“I don’t want to go into the… details. Not at this precise moment,” he murmurs. His hand is lying on Cole’s side where he pinched him a moment before. His fingers are pressing into his skin as very precise points of contact, notably not straying a smidge from the positions he’s put them in.

Cole frowns at it but doesn’t say a word. It all becomes much clearer once Hanzo speaks anyway as he announces before anything else: “The Elders of my clan have found out my association with another Alpha. The precise… nature… of that association.”

Cole closes his eyes. In all honesty, he does not even need Hanzo to continue speaking at that point. The story that unfolds itself in front of his eyes in that second is probably as accurate as it can be; but when Hanzo continues to talk he has the distinct feeling that the other knows that. Knows that he does not need to elaborate further. The way he speaks, though, a bit rushed, voice a bit lowered – it sounds like he needs to get it out.

“They were not pleased. From what I gathered afterwards through retelling of my brother’s, the first consensus as to how to approach this problem had not been quite as drastic as… this…”, he gestures toward his legs, “...but a vocal minority about the severity of my transgression has won the others over rather quickly.”

Cole swallows thickly against the dryness of his throat and mouth. The anxiety in his chest slides down into his stomach and curdles into something much warmer and harder there as he thinks angrily that he probably should be thankful that they did not decide to outright kill him and be done with it.

Simply rid themselves of Hanzo after he showed himself to be… defective. In a grand scheme of things kind of way, it’s the same kind of gratitude he should have exhibited to the other guys of the Gorge some thirty years ago; when one decided to simply fuck him for stealing his food and the others came to the conclusion that having a whore around would be pretty nifty instead of just be disgusted and execute him (and the other fuck).

“This was a punishment as much as it was a little present from them to themselves. They have been… eager… for a while now to find some poor victim they can subject to the experimental augmentations they’ve been wanting to try out. I suppose their unsatisfactory heir was as good a target as any.

If I had died, they would simply have used Genji. It would have been a hassle to bring him to heel but apparently less so than having an Alpha in their midst… associating… with another Alpha.”

Cole thinks back on Hanzo’s explosive reaction to Florian coming on to him and it all makes much more sense; though not why he would be lying in bed with him now. Why he would lead him into his cabin when any prying eyes could have seen. Why he would care enough to get Cole his arm back when Clint could report back to those Elders of his any time.

Why, Cole supposes ultimately, he would throw so much as a glance Cole’s way when his life so clearly was on the line. He hadn’t in the very beginning of his stay in the Gorge.

Now with this new background information he understood it. He understood it. Not like he understood it before where he had been pessimistically thinking Hanzo had simply found someone else to occupy his time with.

“Why now, though?” Cole asks into the ensuing silence when it becomes obvious that Hanzo will not elaborate any further. His arm is still draped across the other’s belly but he is not touching him more than that. He is not petting him or squeezing him or trailing his fingers suggestively along the fine, dark line of hair growing beneath his belly button and vanishing beneath the elastic band of his shorts.

Hanzo’s hand is very carefully still poised on his hip as well. They are so close but still it feels like there is an insurmountable cliff between them now.

“Why come to me now? Why help me out? Why show me and tell me all of this?”

His gaze trails down to Hanzo’s legs, watching their metal parts gleam in the light of the cabin. He obviously takes very good care of them. Just like he takes perfect care of the rest of his body.

Hanzo exhales heavily through his nose. Cole can feel his breath ruffling the top of his hair.

“I… I suppose…” Hanzo starts. He sounds very detached; like he just wants nothing more than to be prim and proper like usual, but words keep failing him and after a second or two of it, he suddenly moves. The arm that had been wrapped around Cole, hand so carefully still on his hip, suddenly slides up and curls beneath his arm around his ribs.

He squeezes him so tight that it borders on painful as he curls forward and presses his face into the dishevelled hair on top of the older Alpha’s head and just inhales deeply. He scents him, Cole realizes with a bit of dazed wonder as he feels the little huffing breaths Hanzo takes of him.

“I just missed you,” Hanzo all but whispers against Cole’s scalp. “I just missed you and seeing you so close every day and unable to touch when it is my right to do so, has been Hell.”

Cole closes his eyes and for a few sweet moments just basks in the declaration. It’s probably the single most earnest thing that Hanzo has ever said to him. He’s not sure he’ll ever get him to be so frank again so he just tries to commit every second to memory before he moves.

He lifts his head from the young Alpha’s chest and shifts, half leaning across him, their faces hovering close to each other.

Hanzo looks bone tired this close, his eyes red rimmed and his face still pale from the memories of whatever horrorshow he’s been through in the past few months.

Cole gives him another low Alpha rumble, right hand reaching to cup his cheek.

“We’ll figure something out,” he promises him in a low voice. “Trust me.”

“I do,” Hanzo replies immediately, though the way he looks makes it seem like the very thought of it makes him ill.

Cole grins all crooked and leans in to kiss the younger Alpha slow and chaste.

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89th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Off Limits AU – timeskip; unreliable narrator – Cole can deal with a lot of shit; but taking his arm is a low blow.

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It’s not that the guys are doing something wild. Something completely unseen or unheard of. That’s what keeps circling through Cole’s head as he’s pushed from one warm body to the next, his stomach aching from getting filled over and over again.

It’s a dull, almost comfortable ache. Something he can find himself enjoying on occasion, knowing that he got stuffed by cocks just this size too big and with just that little bit too small attention on stretching him out for them.

Tonight he can’t quite find the enjoyment in it above the cramp of panic and disorientation.

Clint is standing at the edges, just watching with that same faint frown on his face. Next to him is Flower, mouth hanging open mildly, eyes glassy. Cole doesn’t know if he’s afraid or if he’s turned on by the whole thing. He and Clint are standing downwind and their scents don’t reach him.

His brain kind of… checked out when they took his arm. Clint had ordered it so casually, his voice unnaturally soft: “I think it’s time he earns the privilege back, lads. Been a good long while, hasn’t it, Cassidy? Didn’t think we’d go back on it, but here we are, huh? You’ve been enjoying life for a bit, hmnnn? Lazy little piece of shit? Yeah, you have. Something is up. Shimada doesn’t want to fuck you anymore. You know it’s your fault if he decides to stop our little deal, don’t you?

Yeah. Come on. I need a bit of that hot enthusiasm back. John – get that arm off him, will you? Good boy.”

That animal panic creeping through his system makes Cole nauseous and disoriented. He’s drooling a lot, the sand everywhere rubbing his skin raw as he restlessly shifts on the ground.

He doesn’t know what time it is. It’s still dark; but there are also still a lot of Alphas circling him like sharks. Every now and then he catches a glimpse of his arm held by one of them and it makes him almost puke.

Clint steps closer and crouches down at his head.

“There. How about that? There’s the enthusiasm I’ve been looking for. You can be a good boy if you want to, Cassidy. Fat bastard.”

Clint spits on him but the expression on his face is borderline kind. He gets back up and stands back again to watch the proceedings.

.o.

There’s a heavy thump next to Cole’s head and he startles awake, disoriented and sore. He grunts, pushing against the ground to get himself away and up and collapsing into the dirt when his limbs aren’t quite functioning the way he needs them to.

He squints up into the sky; it’s only just becoming that tiny bit lighter in color; not quite a sunrise but almost.

“Fuck,” he grunts through a mouth caked with dust. He wipes the back of his hand against his lips a few times, squinting and blinking the dirt crusted around his face away. He’s exhausted, body sore and sticky. He’s got no idea where he is or what the fuck happened.

“What’s…” he trails off, eyes finally falling on the person next to him and realizing who it is looming in the twilight.

The other Alpha seems to interpret his stunned silence as him unable to see who he is and slowly he squats down, back stiff and a very calculated distance between the both of them.

His eyes are flat and dark as they stare at Cole without any discernible emotion; not anger, not pity, not disgust. Nothing.

“Han…zo,” Cole says slowly. He tries to push upright again but once more it feels like he is reaching into thin air, toppling over like a fucking buffoon.

Hanzo’s eyes narrow in shrewd calculation, then briefly flick down to the ground. Cole follows his gaze mutely and stares at his arm lying in the dirt, the gray morning light glittering on the metal.

He blinks slowly, his mind struggling to keep up with the situation before suddenly whirring to life like an old fucked up truck. Everything clicks back into place, memories of last night flooding back in.

Cole can feel himself flush in resentful anger and abject shame as he finally sits up, no longer trying to brace himself on his stump. He snatches the arm from the ground and pulls it into his lap, cradling it protectively, heart hammering in his chest.

“What happened?” he grits out through clenched teeth and a rumbling growl stuck in his throat. It’s not like him to lose control like that and he can see a brief flash of surprise on the other’s face. The modicum of emotion is blinked away quickly enough, however, leaving him once more with a stiff, blank mask.

“You should know that well yourself,” Hanzo drawls, and it’s the first time he’s heard his voice in months. His normal voice, that is. Before he can say anything, Hanzo’s eyes briefly flick down his body and his nose curls in disgust. “You reek of piss.”

Cole feels his face twist and the growl ratcheting up a notch, becoming hoarse. He bares his teeth at the younger Alpha and feels stupidly accomplished when he sees his thick, dark brows rising. The forearms that Hanzo has been bracing on his knees angle a little toward his own body in a subconscious show of defensiveness.

Cole reigns it in; though not because of the brief glimpse of actual humanity but because his eyes caught on a wide splash of blood drying against the side of Hanzo’s arm.

Cole’s fingers tighten on the arm in his lap, a worried twinge suddenly creeping up his spine. He jerks his chin toward the smear of blood and now that he is looking some more, he can see more specks of it littering Hanzo’s pristine, white shirt.

“Are you hurt?” he asks with a grunt. He looks down, fiddling with carefully slipping his stump into the base of the arm.

“Not me, no,” Hanzo replies with an infliction that could almost be called mild.

Cole feels a pang in his chest at it, studiously staring down at what he’s doing. Only when he finally can move his left hand again do Hanzo’s words really register to him and he stares at him with a frown.

Hanzo does not elaborate.

Cole, not knowing what to say or do, struggles up on his feet. He looks down at himself, gaze wandering from his feet to the muddy ground he’s standing on. Just a lot of bodily fluids that soaked into the surrounding dirt, leaving him standing in piss and cum and whatever else while Hanzo is getting up on his own feet now. It does not go past Cole that the other is very firmly standing on pristine, dry soil, looking like a runway model if not for the blood on his person.

Cole’s throat constricts in humiliation. He grits his teeth and turns away, looking for his clothes and grabbing them off a nearby crate to jerk on while the back of his neck burns with hot shame.

He wants to get away as fast as possible to clean up and find some booze, but Hanzo’s voice stops him.

“Wait. Come here.”

.o.

Much, much later, Cole would hear that that very morning John had been found beaten into a bloody pulp and dumped at the very edges of the compound. He’s been alive, but only barely, surviving on a stroke of pure luck that someone had business in the area.

It occurred to Cole that it had been John slinking away with his detached arm clutched to his chest like a trophy.

[cyberrat]

88th Batch Of Fics: 6th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Off Limits AU – Cassidy POV; snuggling; mildly feral behavior; cumdumb – Cole is just happy to be along for the ride at this point.

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There are not all too many thoughts in Cole’s head right now. His whole body is hot and relaxed and he’s got his mate pressed securely beneath him. His… Omega? No, that does not sound right. Doesn’t feel right either. Despite the lingering sweet pheromones in the air.

He snuffels behind the kid’s ear, inhaling his scent and feeling his cock flex in response. His little mate is clenching so tightly around his knot it makes tears prick his eyes. He presses down harder into the other body, listening to him groan choked off but not protesting it any.

He can take it. Sturdy little thing that he is.

“Shhh… gonna breed you up so good,” he promises softly. Cole has to put some effort into moving the next couple of centimeters over so he can breathe right into the other’s ear, his tongue wet and warm against the lobe.

He’s pretty sure he’s still coming. With how tight his pretty boy is around him, there’s still cum dribbling occasionally. He doesn’t think he’s ever come like this. So intense that it is borderline painful.

Hanzo does not fight it any. Of course he doesn’t. He’s his good little mate and he is probably just coasting on the warm feeling of being spread on his Alpha’s cock and getting his womb pumped full with cum until it is swollen and he feels like he’s got to piss and…

Doesn’t have a womb. Can’t get pregnant. The thought is there but it is also gone again within the blink of an eye and Cole forgets it as soon as it has washed across his brain. He snuggles further against Hanzo’s back.

He can’t remember ever having felt… like this. He can’t put his fingers on what this is. This warm? Hmm yes, maybe. Nice and collected. Yeah, too. Protective.

He doesn’t think anybody could rip the kid out of his arms right now. He thinks he might kill whoever would try. He thinks he would succeed. There’s something so hot, so feral, so ugly clawing at the back of his mind that he shies away from. He can’t touch it or acknowledge it because he’s afraid of that beast lurking just beneath the surface.

Hanzo shifts a little. There’s a lilting growl coming from him; like he wants to fight against Cole but also doesn’t want to.

Cole shushes him again. “Easy. Easy… don’t fight it. Gonna breed you up. Put so many pretty pups in you. Gonna keep you all nice and safe.”

Don’t provoke it. Please.

He clenches his eyes shut, the moment passes and Hanzo thankfully calms down again. He is breathing loud and wet but he starts to relax beneath Cole’s bulk, leaving him to snuffle against the back of his head and press his mouth against his nape in little, close-lipped kisses.

There are a few scars on Hanzo’s body but nothing wild. All in all he is… pristine and Cole has never had something like him. He brushes the tip of his nose against the most sensitive part of his body. He can smell the blood pumping underneath his skin and it is making that terrifying beast inside Cole stretch out and rumble.

Even that killer wouldn’t bite down. Cole relaxes at that realization. He exhales softly and his cock gives another slow flex but finally seems to be spent. His knot is still throbbing inside the warm clutch of his mate’s body.

“Good boy,” he whispers gently. “Thank ya kindly.”

He can feel Hanzo shudder and see the tip of his ear flushing. Leaning across him, Cole realizes that Hanzo’s face is practically burning up. Mnh. Interesting. Cute. He likes it.

For lack of something else to do, he drags his tongue against Hanzo’s blood hot cheek in a feral little kiss. That earns him a jerk and a hiss, Hanzo’s elbow digging into his side and an annoyed: “What the Hell are you doing, you big bastard?!”

But the beast inside him is docile once more and not rearing its head again. That terrifying moment of unhinged instincts has passed by, leaving Cole more or less in possession of his own faculties once more.

Cole does not answer Hanzo’s rude question. It does not need much force to roll the kid back forward and smother him underneath his bulk. With his brain slowly coming back online he realizes that that isn’t really the most compassionate thing to do, but it also doesn’t go past him that Hanzo lets him get away with it.

He becomes nice and limp beneath him; apparently more than ready to go along and pretend like he’s the helpless victim beneath Cole’s heavy ass. That’s alright. Something itches at the back of his mind telling him that he should think a bit more about it. But some effort into the whys and hows; but he can’t. Not with his knot slowly deflating, leaving him feeling wrung out and deliciously floaty.

“Good boy,” he drawls again. Does he mean Hanzo or himself? He couldn’t say even if prompted. He thinks unselfconsciously, though, that he has been a good boy.

He didn’t do anything bad. He did all that Hanzo asked of him. He thinks.

And Hanzo is being so nice and warm, letting him lick and nip at the hinge of his jaw until Cole finally gets the energy to pull his cock out from the warm clench of Hanzo’s thighs.

Ah, yes… that’s true. He’s been clamped between Hanzo’s legs and not inside his…

That’s alright.

Cole gently curls his hand around Hanzo’s chin, nudging it between the bed and his cheek squished into the pillow and urges the pup to twist around.

Hanzo follows suit with what sounds like a very aggravated grunt, but his dark eyes are soft and a bit fuzzy looking. Like he’s not quite in his own head as well.

That’s good. Perfect, even. It means that when Cole leans over him, pressing him hard into the mattress, and lays his mouth across Hanzo’s lips, there is no protest coming.

Only a long, reedy whine; probably the only thing that the pup can actually still squeeze out of his spasming lungs as Cole kisses him slowly.

After a few moments, he shifts a little bit more, pulling his stump away from between Hanzo’s shoulder blades. He hears him gasp in a huge breath and pulls back warily, eyes flicking around, wondering if he needs to shield himself from a fist…

But instead Hanzo surges forward, closing that gap between them again, and kisses him back with what Cole can only call an angry flare.

Leave it to the pup to be so angry while kissing. Not that it matters much. Cole’s heart is just so full right now and he feels like sleeping a few more hours even though he just woke up.

Maybe later, when his brain properly is online again, he can think through what happened just now but other than that… he’s beat.

[cyberrat]

88th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Off Limits AU – intercrural sex; dirty talk; feral behavior – Hanzo tries to egg him on but Cassidy is just too much of a good boy for that.

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Cassidy does, in fact, not punish Hanzo like he told him to. He moves, though; rolls over until he is crushing the young Alpha beneath the heavy bulk of his body; suffocating him beneath the heat and sweat and thick Alpha smell as he starts to growl.

It’s a low growl; reverberating against Hanzo’s shoulder blades and making his tongue once again feel too thick for his mouth. His body spasms briefly, attempting for about a second to instinctively fight the other Alpha off before his limbs become… soft. It feels like hot water is slowly pushing through his veins, leaving him uncomfortably tender and helpless.

His head is turned to the side, staring at the stump Cassidy’s left arm ends in. He’s braced on his elbows and the thing is just right there next to Hanzo’s face. He stares at the gruesome scars, thinking back on the story Cole told him in abstract flashes of memories that are not his own.

Cole is pressed against his back, his hips keeping up a slow, pumping rhythm; fucking between Hanzo’s thighs. The growl is rumbling through Hanzo’s body until it feels like it is vibrating right behind his eyeballs. He closes them slowly, then opens them up again in the same molasses tempo.

“I dunno what’s going on in your spoiled little head,” Cassidy suddenly says. Hanzo startles at how close he sounds. Right against his ear. In his mind’s eye there’s a flash of Cassidy’s mouth; his big crooked teeth with those intimidating, sharp fangs. His insides quiver, cock pathetically twitching where it is caught between his belly and the bedding. “But I won’t hurt you, you brat. I won’t… I won’t punish you. What the fuck even-”

He breaks himself off. He’s panting hot and explosive, the warm breath fanning against the nape of Hanzo’s neck, immediately making him feel even more tender and needy and vulnerable. There’s a thin cord strung through his body, trembling and seconds away from snapping.

He knows it will be good when it does. He knows it will be terrifying. His eyes roll into his skull and he whines, thin and wheedling.

Cassidy’s thrust start to pick up a little, if just so. They become harder, though; his hips slamming against Hanzo’s ass. It’s like he is getting spanked and that is a whole different thing that lodges itself in his brain with sharp fangs.

“I won’t… I won’t h-hurt you,” Cole chokes out. His voice sounds disturbingly watery; like he is crying even as he fucks Hanzo’s thighs in bone rattling, slow thrusts.

The cord is stretched so, so tight. Hanzo whimpers again, his fingers digging into the pillow like claws. His back arches because he can just not do it; he just can’t not push his ass up into the Alpha’s hips as he follows the tightness off the cord, hoping it won’t snap. (Hoping hoping hoping it will snap oh fuck he needs it-)

Cole’s breath is still fanning out against the vulnerable skin of his neck. He’s so close that Hanzo can feel the barest brush of lips against the first knob of his spine.

The cord is starting to fray.

A stark whiteness is approaching at the edges of his consciousness, his mouth just hanging open.

“...You crazy little bitch,” Cole rasps on a little whine himself. He slams his hips down again, pressing a warm kiss against Hanzo’s neck. He can feel the vague firmness of teeth just behind them, but there’s not a single sharp edge touching his skin.

The cord suddenly goes limp as white overtakes Hanzo’s brain and he starts coming in unison with the big Alpha on his back.

The Alpha that had been so perfectly reasonable and steadfast in the face of Hanzo’s wholly unreasonable demands.

Well… well fuck.

Hanzo slowly unclenches his fingers. His palms ache vaguely. His whole body aches. And his cock is still twitching, still warm and swollen even in the sticky, warm mess he’s made.

His knot is swollen, too, he realizes dimly. Just like… like… between his thighs he can feel Cassidy’s big fat knot. It’s impossibly hot against his skin. The thought that he could push him off now does not even ping on his radar; he just clenches his thighs shut even more and listens to the rattling whine coming out of the Alpha. His breath is coming in hiccuping, hot little bursts.

Is he so pathetic that he’s crying through an orgasm? Hanzo’s lips twitch, trying to pull into a sneer that never comes. Because a moment later he feels Cole nuzzling against the back of his neck, the tip of his nose brushing just along his hairline there, followed by his mouth pressing searing, lazy kisses into his skin over and over. Touching Hanzo’s nape without a hint of teeth. (He needs them in his skin, tearing in until there’s blood.

The cord trembles pathetically but ultimately stays limp.)

“Fillin’ you up so good,” Cole slurs. He slowly lowers himself until his front is pressed into Hanzo’s back. For a second Hanzo thinks that will be it but whatever is going on inside the big bastard’s head (not much, he’s sure), he just seems to let go and completely lies down on the younger Alpha, making him bear his weight. Crushing him into the bed and the hot mess they’ve pumped out underneath him.

“Gonna breed you so good, pretty boy,” Cole croons, nuzzling up to behind Hanzo’s ear and then breathing obnoxiously right into it until there are tears of overstimulation starting to itch at the corners of his eyes. His body trembles, a pathetic little whine shivering out of his throat.

“What… what are you talking about?” he asks despite himself.

Cassidy seems barely even aware of his surroundings. His knot is still impossibly fat between Hanzo’s gently clenching thighs, his erection snuggled up against his damn balls. He’s just so long. It’s difficult to wrap his head around.

Cole shushes him softly. He presses his cheek against Hanzo’s and rubs them together as he croons: “Don’t worry, babydoll. Gonna take such good care of ya. Pump you full to the brim with my puppies.” He moves his hips slowly, just barely moving his knotted cock back-and-forth.

Hanzo’s brain feels swollen in his skull all of a sudden. He wonders if Cassidy is taking the piss with him to get back at him, but the way he’s talking it just sounds so… earnest. Maybe he’s just completely cum drunk.

Maybe in the aftermath of being able to awkwardly pump out one of those massive loads and dominate another Alpha, Cassidy’s brain just completely checked out.

And wouldn’t that be a thing? Wouldn’t that just be something? If an Alpha like Cassidy became just so… sweet after ‘knotting’ someone? Even after all the filthy shit Hanzo threw at his head just moments earlier? Egging him on, trying to make him loose composure, trying to make him be rough and feral and mean?

All Cole wants is to love on him, babbling about how full he is going to pump Hanzo’s nonexistent womb. How he’ll take such perfect care of him with money he obviously doesn’t have.

Details. Details. Cole would probably figure something out.

It’s enough to make a man feel almost guilty.

…Almost.

Heh… right…

[cyberrat]

90th Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – Off Limits AU – Hurt/Comfort; torture mention; body mutilation mention – They're getting so very close...

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“Can I touch ya?” Cole asks in a low murmur because he’s goddamn weak and he can’t fucking help himself. He sees the Alpha he’s been obsessing over for months and he needs to touch.

Hanzo is finally so close that Cole would be able to smell him if he weren’t holding such a death grip on himself. Hanzo pauses but before he can answer one way or another, Cole continues: “Feels like ya grew twenty years in the past few months. Even more rigid than the last time I saw ya.”

He touches a small strand of hair that has loosened from Hanzo’s slicked back style, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. It feels just as soft as he remembers.

Hanzo’s face flinches. For a second he looks annoyed and when he reaches up Cole expects him to slap at him, but in the end his face smooths out once more and he gently wraps his fingers around the older Alpha’s thick wrist and diverts his hand away from his face.

The bare skin on skin contact is electric even though the rejection is clear even in its gentleness.

Cole’s gaze drops.

“Ah,” he says. It falls like a stone between them and because he can’t leave well enough alone, he continues after a second: “Yeah alright. I get it.”

He doesn’t. He very specifically and painfully doesn’t get it but that doesn’t keep his big ol’ brain from conjuring up all sorts of reasons; every single one becoming more unflattering and incriminating against himself.

The gentle atmosphere from before has dissipated and they just sit in silence as Hanzo once again leans across his stump and carefully cleans the different connection ports.

Even so; even with the rejection burning in Cassidy’s chest, he can’t ignore the feeling of being more calm and settled when Hanzo eventually lifts his prosthetic arm back up and carefully reconnects it. It doesn’t feel like a foreign object any longer.

While it would be easy to simply put it on the fact that there isn’t mud and other gunk caked into the connectors, he knows the real reason: seeing Hanzo so carefully, almost reverently treat the thing has soothed an anxious flutter in Cole’s chest.

They both lean forward, watching the tiny panel in Cole’s forearm come back with perfectly green diagnostics.

Hanzo gently pushes the panel back closed and the gentle click feels final.

Cassidy exhales long and stuttering; almost an Alpha rumble but not quite.

“Thank ya kindly,” he tells Hanzo and when the other gets up and steps back to let him out of the tiny bathroom cubicle, Cassidy does so without hesitation. He steps toward the chair and the hat he’s placed on there in lieu of his fat ass, lifting it up to his head.

“Lemme have a peek outta the window an’ I’ll be outta your hair in a jiffy.”

“Wait.”

Cole pauses, his hat hovering just above the crown of his hair. He half-turns to stare at Hanzo. The other looks… odd. Pale; almost sickly. There’s a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.

Cole frowns and swings around, pivoting on one leg. His nostrils flare as for the first time he can scent something from the other; fine tendrils of distress creeping through the air and settling sour and uncomfortable on the back of his tongue.

“Hanzo…” the name feels odd to say. Has he ever really spoken it out loud? It’s always only endearments. Hanzo’s cheek flinches, his head tilting back a little. He looks like he, too, does not like the sound of his own name coming from Cole’s tongue. “What’s wrong?”

He takes a single step closer, then stops when the young Alpha just stands there, rigid as can be, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides. He looks like he could launch himself at Cole in a second to start a fight.

He also looks like he is seconds from falling apart into a million pieces.

“It’s not you,” Hanzo says softly. His usually clipped, deep voice has become little more than a reedy little breath. Cole frowns but Hanzo continues quickly like he needs to get it out before anything Cole could say gets him bogged down. “I want to show you. It’s not you. I… I don’t know what to do. I feel like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I can’t breathe. I…” He reaches up, grasping his head like he wants to keep it from splitting open like an overripe melon. He leans forward a little, breath coming in loud, wheezing drags whistling out from his chest. “I am stuck.”

Cole lifts his hands on instinct, intent on grabbing Hanzo’s shoulders and just pull him into a hug. He holds off on it at the last second because while most people would probably welcome that kind of comfort, Hanzo is, unfortunately, not most people and Cole has trouble figuring out what goes on in that head of his at the best of times.

“Hey now. No need to fall apart like that. It’s just the two of us and I ain’t hardly worth all that,” he settles on saying, his voice pitched into a low, comforting rumble.

He’s so close now that he can see how Hanzo’s fingers briefly dig even deeper into his hair, pressing against his scalp before the younger Alpha glances up at him with an intense look – and then launches himself at Cassidy after all.

Not in a violent way, though. Cole nearly pulls his arms up in self-defense before it registers to him that Hanzo has his arms wrapped around his middle and is pressing his face into his chest in a tight, uncomfortable press.

Cole wouldn’t try to get out of it for the world of it; and while it does feel incredible to be at the receiving end of a hug from Hanzo of all people, he can’t deny that the ache in his chest is overshadowing that pleasant, warm tingle running down his spine.

It plain hurts to see Hanzo like that.

Cole fumbles around for something to say, comes up incredibly short, and settles on curling his arms around Hanzo in turn and offering him a warm, low Alpha rumble. It’s not stimulating the central nervous system like an Omega purr would, but it seems to do the trick just the same. With Hanzo’s face pressed against his chest he can hear the small catch in his breath. He’s not sobbing, but Cole wonders if he’s holding on to that by just a thread.

He moves one hand in a slow drag up and down Hanzo’s spine and when that doesn’t get him a warning growl, he continues in a nice, even rhythm until he can feel the tension begin to barely leak out of the young Alpha.

“I’ll be honest, I understood like… nothin’ of what you were sayin’ just now,” he murmurs eventually. He feels Hanzo shift at the sound of his voice, lifting and turning his head until his face is pressed into the side of his neck.

Cole can feel Hanzo’s warm breath fanning against his skin and opens his own mouth in turn, focusing on his own breathing though for a vastly different reason. It seems inappropriate to have such a visceral reaction still to have Hanzo close to the back of his neck, but here he is, fighting against his own instincts to violently thrust the younger Alpha away from himself.

Instead, he redirects that energy into something more benign, untangling himself as gently but as fast as he can manage without seeming rude and leading Hanzo to sit down on the edge of his bed.

“There. Sit. An’ tell me what I can do to help.”

Hanzo looks dazed, like he is in some kind of headspace, but the answering smirk is all ironic and sharp and entirely without mirth as he shakes his head and says tiredly: “Help? You can’t help.”

And then he shows him why.