Patreon Compilation – Fic #268 – Blast From The Past! (Patreon)

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Readable for all tiers this time :)

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This blast from the past is Patreon Comp Fic#26! Please enjoy this Cassidy/Hanzo!

Cassidy/Hanzo – fake virgin Hanzo – people assuming things about Hanzo and him just rolling with it because he's just. so. hungry for dick.

(Formerly posted with Cassidy's old name)

Part 1 (Patreon Link)

Part 2 (Patreon Link)

Part 3 (This Part)

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Cole has watched the mildly limping shadow advance on the base since it had appeared around the bend of the street about a mile down. He uses his tongue to slowly roll the cigar along his mouth. It’s unlit as not to give him away with its warm orange glow.

It is not like he is hiding, per se, but he enjoys watching from the sidelines. It’s funny how much one can glean when others feel like they are not being watched – and Shimada limping his way to base definitely is an amusing sight.

He lets him come nice and close before he pipes up, voice stretched into even more of a lazy drawl than usual because he knows it gets some kind of rise out of Shimada – though he does not quite think that it is annoyance.

“One helluva walk of shame, I’d say.”

Hanzo stiffens, his eyes immediately zeroing in on the darkness above the doors. Cole can’t be perfectly clear but he thinks he can make out a dull flush on Shimada’s high cheekbones.

“Cassidy. What are you doing here at…” he pauses, probably realizes he has no idea what time it is and continues a bit more flustered and angry: “What are you doing here?”

Cole finally fishes a lighter from beneath his serape and takes his time lighting his cigar while eying Hanzo. He looks… well. Fucked is probably the best word for it. His hair looks unkempt, haphazardly put into a hair tie, and his clothes are put on a bit crinkled and askew.

The thought that Hanzo actually has been out looking for dick is a weird one, though not unwelcome. Cole wouldn’t have thought that the prissy assassin had it in him, but… well. He is a yakuza after all, he thinks.

“Just enjoying a nice night outside. Keeping watch over all of us.”

He can see how his answer frustrates Hanzo. He puffs slowly, waiting for Shimada to explode at him, but for some reason he always keeps his infamous temper in check around Cole.

He eyes up slowly up and down, and when the moon light filters through from behind a cloud he can make out a dark spot at Hanzo’s throat that makes his belly go liquid and hot.

“Walk of shame after all, huh? Wouldn’t have figured you to be the kind…”

Hanzo sniffs and looks away.

“I do not know what you mean,” he says stiffly, but he can’t pull that shit with Cole. He’s been around the block often enough. Still, he’s a bit surprised by what comes out of him next as he leans forward and drawls around his cigar: “Got time for one more?”

Hanzo’s back stiffens. He looks like he has smelt something awful (kind of his go-to expression, if Cole is being honest) and stares up at him with a small squint, obviously trying to make out Cole’s face in the dark.

“What?” he finally says slowly.

Cole, having mercy on him, steps from the shadows he’s been leaning in and crouches on the very edge of the roof he’s clambered his way onto. He tips the brim of his hat up, staring down into Hanzo’s guarded, dark eyes.

“Need one more to show you a good time?” he murmurs, voice gone a bit deeper and rougher, blood pumping fast and hard through his veins. He is reckless, yes, but usually he doesn’t have a death wish. He’s running on instinct like a dog that’s caught the scent of a bitch in heat and he almost starts laughing when Hanzo’s pinched expression goes thoughtful, looking him up and down.

“Are you any good?” he finally asks slowly, watching as Cole swings his long legs down before hopping off and landing next to him with a soft oof. He can’t believe this is happening but he is not going to complain.

“You’ll just have to find out, I reckon.”

.o.

“Fuck, and all this time I thought you didn’t even know what jerking off is.” Cole’s breathing is labored, his head hanging low as he grunt fucks into Hanzo, sweat dripping off the swinging ends of his hair onto the back of the other man.

Hanzo is hugging a pillow to his chest, back arched and ass plump and ready to take some abuse as Cole slaps against it again and again with bruising, single-minded force.

He can just about see Hanzo’s profile, his face flushed and sweaty but strangely calm. There is a weird expression on it as his dark eyes slant towards Cole, trying to look at him as he is getting jostled, spread on Cole’s dick and speared on it again and again.

“Why would you… hhah… why would you think that?”

Cole wheezes out a laugh. On the side table his cigar is lazily burning along and he wishes he could reach over and grab it. He desperately needs a smoke because he feels like his balls are filled with magma and he is going to come his goddamn brains out if the sloppy tight grip of Hanzo’s hole does not let up anytime soon.

It hadn’t been hard to find the present his former fuck-buddy had deposited inside his guts, and Cole is now disgustingly eager to froth the mess up until it bubbles up around his dick.

The whole situation is so surreal, he wonders if he drank himself into a stupor on the rooftop, and this is what his dazed brain comes up with: Hanzo Shimada with his legs spread like a whore and taking his cock like a goddamned champ.

“Dunno. Think you’re just… fuck… you’re just so straight-laced. Like even hearing… hearing the word dick would make you bust… bust a vessel or some shit.”

He whines a long, drawn out fuck and sinks down onto his elbows, body plastered against Hanzo’s back and forehead resting between his shoulder blades as his hips keep pumping diligently, cock feeling like an overstuffed sausage; strangely tender and inflamed.

He’s not used anymore to drilling someone into the mattress, he thinks glumly. Hanzo, on the other hand, just goes along for the ride. His cunt is hot and well-trained; letting Cole’s dick root around his guts like it is par for the course and not like Cole is desperately trying to rearrange his insides dick first.

The thought that this might just be par for the course for Hanzo is strangely disorienting. It is difficult to rectify the picture of Hanzo he’s had in his head – of a damn well virgin too angry to beat his own meat – to this… this hooker that goes on nightly prowls for dick and is used enough to them that he’s even taking Cole’s beer can cock with barely a hitch.

Hanzo, for his part, looks strangely pleased now. He arches beneath Cole, using his compact muscle to curl his ass up higher, nearly lifting Cole off of his knees.

“Does that get you going, cowboy?” he purrs. “Were you thinking about taking my… virginity? Showing me the… ah… pleasures of it all?”

There’s something predatory in his voice. A kind of eager darkness that pools in Cole’s lower belly and has his balls start to damn well ache. He wheezes again; a pathetic, canine sound as his hips keep pumping away.

He’d be damned if he hadn’t thought about it before. Of pushing Hanzo down and spreading his thighs and getting a damn good look at what he’d imagined to be a cute peach pink virgin hole just waiting to be ravaged. Just waiting for Cole Cassidy’s big ol’ dick to stretch it out and fuck the goddamn bitchiness out of the archer.

What he got instead was Hanzo’s hole, already used up by some stranger down in the city, glistening and flushed, wet with some dude’s cum because apparently Hanzo is enough of a slut that he can’t be bothered to use protection; needs the rush of hot cum filling his belly so he can look for the next dick to root around his guts and get the deposit there all frothy and creamy.

Hanzo looks strangely pleased, his cheeks a bright, ruddy red and his insides squeezing around Cole, milking him, urging him on to add his load to however many he already keeps warm in his belly.

Cole grits his teeth and pulls back, cock wet and flushed and flexing in the air. While Hanzo cries out in protest, he grabs his legs, haphazardly pulling him around as much as he can. Before Hanzo has quite gotten the memo and twisted his back around as well, Cole is already back, sliding in on the mess dripping from his well-used hole. He needs to see Hanzo’s face when he shoots rope after rope of cum into him; needs to see his tits and cock bounce and his mouth dropped open in a red, whorish ‘o’ of satisfaction.

He feels strangely betrayed; like Hanzo has played a game with him the whole time, and he fucks his frustration out, listening to Hanzo gasp along and having a grand ol’ time. Cole wonders if he’s led the other cocks along as well; made them think they were the first so they would crawl close enough that he could snap his trap shut.

It is… honestly kind of hot.