February 2024 Drabble #1 (Patreon)

Soldier76/Heisenberg – Overwatch/RE Crossover – Heisenberg wanted to enlist Overwatches services but Jack went in too hot headed. Now he needs to apologize.

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His weapon is ripped out of his hands a split second before he is thrown across the room, back smashing into a wall. Stars explode in front of Jack’s eyes. The pain lancing through his body takes his breath away for a long, debilitating moment before it vanishes as quickly as it came.

His body might be old, but all the enhancements are still working like a charm.

Still – he does not see Heisenberg coming at him during his moment of weakness. There’s a fist around his throat, pinning him back against the wall and cutting his breath off again.

Before he can defend himself, metal rods bend around his wrists and embed themselves into the concrete of the wall, keeping him pinned like an insect.

His visor must have gotten quite a hit; his vision is glitchy as he tries to focus on Heisenberg and his smug grin.

The other tips his head down a bit to peer at Jack over the rim of his round, black glasses.

“There. Are you calm now? It’s easier to talk like this, isn’t it? Actually…” He pauses theatrically and lifts his free hand, fingers curled.

Jack can feel his visor vibrate before it is ripped violently from his face. He bares his teeth at Heisenberg, still trying to pry his arms off the wall while dark spots begin to encroach along the edges of his vision from the lack of oxygen.

“There we go. We’re seeing eye to eye now. That’s much more civil, isn’t it? You from the big cities like being civil, don’t you? I like it, too. I think I’m made for much more than this backwater dump. I just want to get out.” Heisenberg pauses thoughtfully for a moment.

He might be not taller than Jack but his presence is… substantial anyway. Maybe it is because of the metal surroundings putting him at a clear advantage.

Jack wheezes. It’s the only sound he can make. It must make Heisenberg realize that he’s still choking him, as he slowly lets go of Jack’s throat with a jovial little chuckle.

“Ah. Apologies. I do get carried away sometimes. You did bring it on yourself, though. Running in here guns blazing after I so civilly invited you and your little troupe.”

“Were you expecting us to come unarmed?” Jack rasps, eyes narrowing.

Heisenberg moves his arm to the side, opening his hand and letting the visor float to one of his workstations – no doubt to check it out later.

“I was expecting a bit more understanding for my plight. I merely wished to talk and recruit your services.”

Jack purses his lips. Heisenberg chuckles. He steps closer again, dragging his knuckles over Jack’s cheek.

“Of course you will say that you would not make deals with the likes of me… but newsflash: after your little stunt, I’m not inclined to make any either. What I need now from you is a nice apology before we can go back to being civil and talking like the adults that we are.”

There are dogtags half hidden underneath Heisenberg’s dirty shirt, Jack notices now. The thought that someone like him might have been military is revolting – and intriguing.

“And I think I know just the perfect way for you to apologize,” Heisenberg croons, his voice dipped low; like his hand with which he unselfconsciously cups Jack’s cock through his pants.