Patreon Compilation – Fic#257 – Blast From The Past! (Patreon)

This week's fic is a 'blast from the past' fic! To see on why that is, please have a small look into the pinned post. As already stated there, I can't encourage you enough to link your patreon to discord to have a peek into the patron-only channel – or to DM me for further info if you can't/don't want to link. Thank you!

Readable for all tiers this time :)

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This blast from the past is Patreon Comp Fic#25! Please enjoy this Cassidy/Hanzo!

Cassidy/Hanzo – bunny!Hanzo; jackalope!Cassidy; omega!Hanzo; beta!Cassidy; past abuse – Hanzo has been through the wringer a few times in his life... luckily Cole is ready to be careful.

(Formerly posted with Cassidy's old name)

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Cole leans across Hanzo’s shoulder to look into his face. It is peaceful enough, he supposes, though what he can see of his dark eyes through the heavy slant of his eyelids is far-away. Lost in thought.

He hums, reaching up and carefully pinching the tip of one of Hanzo’s long, floppy ears between two fingers. The jet black fur is soft and well-maintained. Hanzo is very particular about the upkeep of his fur both here and on his tail, and Cole can tell he has his attention when he suddenly jerks his head and pulls his ear free from the grip, his face set in a scowl as he looks back, suddenly alert.

“What?!”

He sounds a lot more pissy than an Omega speared on cock probably should, but Cole does not care much. Hanzo is a special one – both in the good and not-so-good parts – and he is more than willing to ignore some of his quirks.

Like drifting off into thoughts while getting nuzzled by Cole in the aftermath of a nice fucking.

“What’re you thinkin’ bout?” he murmurs. He reaches for Hanzo’s ear again, pinching it between his fingers once more and rubbing the silky texture between their tips. This time, Hanzo lets him get away with it. He is more amenable to Cole playing with his body when he is warned somehow beforehand.

“Nothing.” The answer is clipped, and dismissive, but he is relaxed in front of Cole, so he does not pursue it further.

Hanzo is not easy to get along with, but Cole always enjoys his company, and does not mind the abrasive attitude. He has never asked about Hanzo’s past, but it is not difficult to put one and one together; especially with a pretty bunny like him.

They’re old enough to have settled down by now and the fact that neither of them has is… telling.

Hanzo had been even more guarded those first few times they’ve fucked, careful to the point of skittishness as he’s let Cole play with the pretty little slip of his tail and rabbit hump into him nice and slow and easy.

He’s more calm nowadays, lounging in Cole’s bed and demanding to be serviced – though it’s still a walk on eggshells most of the time around the Omega.

“You good to go again?” Cole murmurs, pitching his voice a bit deeper because he knows it gets Hanzo squirming easily. His insides are hot and squishy. Feverish. Hanzo is in heat but he is nonchalant about it. It’s easier on his system without an Alpha to fuck him up with oppressive pheromones, and it shows: he nods and sighs and scoots away until Cole’s cock has slipped out of him to get himself onto his knees and cower down in a nice little act of submission, his black tail laid down flat against the top of his crack. His face is scrunched up but the rest of him is nice and relaxed.

Cole moves slowly, his ears up and attentive. He has learned quickly not to be too rash with Hanzo; especially since he enjoys the soft grooming and muted scents that betas give out so very freely.

He shoves himself behind him and puts a hand on his hip, thumb purposefully stretched so he can touch the base of Hanzo’s fluffy little tail and make it seem like an accident. Hanzo shifts a bit but does not make him let go.

There are ugly scars along his back, a bundle of it at the base of Hanzo’s tail. The skin feels knotted and slick there. Cole can only imagine Hanzo’s past: Alphas trying to put the young Omega in his place, scratching up his back as Hanzo fights tooth and nail to get them off of him.

There are no scars on his ears, but he is skittish enough about them getting touched that Cole is pretty sure they’ve been grabbed one too many times; an Alpha trying to use them as reigns while the Omega howls and bucks beneath them.

He is lost in thought, staring at the slip of black fur lying demurely against the crack of Hanzo’s ass, his thumb doing a slow back-and-forth motion along the ugly bundle of scars at the base of it.

He thinks of a young Hanzo in the midst of a depressive episode, digging a blade against his tail and trying to saw it away from the base of his spine. The picture is so visceral and clear that he can feel bile rise abruptly at the back of his throat.

Hanzo’s voice, low and calm, suddenly pulls him out of it.

“What are you thinking about?”

Cole’s gaze flicks up. Hanzo has turned his head, peeking at him around the swell of one impressive bicep. His greying hair is open and falls around his face, obscuring everything other than his dark, glinting eyes. Cole smiles close-mouthed, as he looks back down at the little Omega tail. Just a few moments earlier, he’s asked Hanzo the same.

“Nothin’,” he echoes, “Jus’...” He shuffles closer. His cock is still not quite ready to go, but his hands always are, and he spreads Hanzo’s cheeks and lets his thumb gently dip into the wet gape of his hole, pulling against the puffy muscles until Hanzo’s back subtly dips in submission. “I’m jus’ thinkin’, is all,” he slurs.

Hanzo hums slowly, turning his face back again, his left ear slipping across his arm. It looks silky.

“They have all been taken care of.”

“Pardon?”

“The Alphas. I have taken care of them. Every single one.”

It sounds ominous, and Cole swallows hard. Hanzo sounds like death personified, but it makes Cole feel hot and tingly. He fucks his thumb into him carefully, feeling around the creamy insides and watching Hanzo slowly writhe out of his submissive cower into something more lazy and indulgent as he lets himself get serviced.

“Yeah? Took good care of them?” he drawls finally when he finds a bit of spit in his mouth. “Showed them what happens when they put their grubby fingers on you?”

He can see Hanzo’s mouth and the sharp grin that it stretches into has his cock valiantly tries to get big and fat for him. Hanzo stretches again and reaches backwards, grabbing Cole’s wrist, purring “Come here,” as he tugs him down to blanket his back.

“I’ve wanted to eat you out,” Cole murmurs in mild protest, going easily with him. Blanketing him and just shuddering when Hanzo grabs one of his slender antlers and holds on to it to make sure Cole can’t pull back again. The bunny hums, his insides quivering deliciously around the couple fingers Cole has now stuffed into him just to keep him filled somehow.

“You can do that later,” he mutters. “I want you here now.”

Cole stays, breathing against Hanzo’s back for a couple minutes before starting to nuzzle into the back of his neck and begins slowly grooming him. Hanzo’s grip goes slack after a while. He is breathing deeply, ostensibly scenting Cole’s gentle Beta smell as he gets serviced.

Cole is not necessarily built for mating fucks like this – long and rigorous as they are – but he is sturdy and more than willing to use everything else at his disposal while his cock is begging for a break.

When he feels like Hanzo is nice and down, he lifts himself up again, heart thundering in his chest as he reaches for the long, floppy ears. He gathers them in one hand with a shaking grip. He can feel Hanzo subtly tense beneath him, but when he closes his fingers around both ears now gathered behind Hanzo’s head, Hanzo’s hole clenches and his whole body shivers.

“There you go,” Cole rumbles, his hand starting up a steady but unmistakable rhythm as he begins fucking the bunny and carefully pulls at his ears in tandem.

Hanzo chitters, but it does not sound agitated beyond the fact that he is getting his prostate massaged deep and unrelenting by two of Cole’s fingers now.

“Yeah. You love that, don’t you? You’re so easy for it when I make just a bit of love to your pretty cunt like this… So perfect for me… Hanzo.”

His fist closes a bit tighter around Hanzo’s ears. He pulls back a little, gentle but unrelenting, and hooks his fingers into Hanzo’s creamy insides, the sound of it wet and filthy – and just like that, the bunny is suddenly coming for him, slow and intense, shaking and chittering while Cole’s cock is getting fat and he stares at the black, fluffy slip of Hanzo’s tail, imagining himself jerking off onto it and sitting through the older man bitching at him about having to clean the mess from his fur.

He’s thoroughly whipped by the Omega.