2nd Drabble Of December 2019 (Patreon)

Hanzo had nearly strangled Jack for being such an indiscreet idiot when Jack had finally, sheepishly presented him with the pictures, and Jack couldn’t even fault him for that.

After all, those deals had been top secret and now someone was running around with pictures of him and their partner and threatening to get them to the press if their demands weren’t taken care of.

The whole thing is sordid and embarrassing and infuriating.

Hanzo ignores him completely the whole day but obediently makes himself pretty nonetheless. Jack can only stand in the doorframe and watch helplessly as Hanzo puts on eyeliner so sharp it could kill. He tries to apologize again, but keeps being ignored.

Their blackmailer is disconcertingly professional. Jack feels like a bumbling fool having to let himself get put in handcuffs and being made to sit in a chair while his husband is about to… about to get fucked by a masked stranger.

He’s never felt as impotent as when the man is rubbing gloved hands in obvious glee before he drags out a little plastic bag with a drive clearly visible in it, shaking it like one would a can of snacks to get their pet to come running.

“There you go. This is what you want, right?” he says with a voice distorted by some device. Hanzo stands there stoic as ever except for the twin spots of hot red on his cheeks.

The masked man throws the plastic baggie on the sofa, then sits down next to it like a king. he spreads his legs and curls gloved fingers at Hanzo.

“Come here, beautiful. Your husband’s been a naughty boy, hasn’t he? And you’re going to pay for it now. I got a whole lineup of stuff I want to try out with you. Always love watching you on the news. Pretty ice queen, are you not?”

The guy is a smarmy bastard, and Jack feels his hackles rise, a flush easily suffusing his face.

“Stop with the games!” he growls but just as Hanzo earlier, the masked stranger ignores him, sitting shackled on the chair, forced to watch as Hanzo is grabbed by a wrist and pulled to sit on the ground between the man’s legs.

“Always wondered what you got out of spreading your legs for an old fucker like him,” the man carries on, seemingly undaunted by the fact that Hanzo doesn’t answer his monologue other than click his tongue and look to the side.

“Don’t think he can give it to you the way you need, huh? But I guess money really is worth the effort after all. But don’t worry. I’ll give it to you good tonight.”

He is fumbling out his cock; fat and ruddy and intimidatingly large.

The stranger seems very much eager to try and get Hanzo’s sharp eyeliner smudged within the first few minutes of their long long night together.