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Hanzo knows he is a disgrace to his family. Their scion, heir, first to wield two dragons in seven generations, presented as an omega instead of the alpha he was meant to be.
The day he was discovered, they stripped him of everything he knew before. Omegas cannot inherit. Omegas are not leaders.
Genji is now the only heir the Shimada clan will acknowledge.
But Hanzo is not without value.
Today is the day he meets his betrothed. He will do his duty by his family. He will marry whomever they ask him to. He wonders what his family will receive in exchange; he is no longer privy to such information, but he knows it must be something very valuable. He might be an omega, but he is still a Shimada.
The alpha he is to wed is a pleasant surprise. American. Handsome. Young . He could just as easily have been an old man, or hideous, or cruel, but he is Hanzo's age, and beautiful in a rough sort of way, and he is sweetly charming even if his manners need work. He looks at Hanzo like he is also pleasantly surprised.
Hanzo wonders if someone in his family is still looking out for him, or if it is only coincidence. It would be the first time fortune has been on his side in a long while.
Jesse McCree does not wait until they are wed. He comes to Hanzo's room the very first night with plum wine and honey tongue. His kisses begin at the tips of Hanzo's toes, then they follow the path of his fingers, slowly, worshipfully , over the inside of Hanzo's ankle and up his calf. The fingers and lips tickle beneath and beside his knee, and they tickle more across the inside of his thigh, until Hanzo's muscles are taut and Jesse is pressing a sweet sounding chuckle into Hanzo's skin.
Jesse McCree calls him beautiful and leaves kiss shaped bruises on the insides of Hanzo's thighs. Hanzo is nowhere close to a heat and yet he feels drunk and dizzy from this alpha's adoration. It only makes sense for Hanzo to remove his yukata and soaking fundoshi, to let Jesse's kisses slip so much farther than they should before the wedding, down into the crease of Hanzo's ass and over his hole. His thumbs carefully pry Hanzo open so his tongue can get deeper, and Hanzo sings for him.
Jesse McCree makes him cum on his tongue alone before he ever bothers to kiss Hanzo's mouth.
The following day Hanzo must sit at his father's side and pretend that he does not notice Jesse's lewd wink. Pretend that the sight and smell of this alpha does not leave him wet with slick even without his heat.
Jesse comes to his room again that night, and every other night before they are wed. He takes Hanzo into his mouth, eats him out again and again, spreads him on his fingers until Hanzo is nearly ready to beg. He takes nothing for himself, although he is hard every time, although Hanzo finally begs him for it, spread across Jesse's lap with both their fingers deep inside him. Jesse laughs, and licks sweetly at the spot where he will one day leave his mating bite, and he fingers Hanzo tenderly, rounding and rounding his prostate until Hanzo's eyes are wet with tears of overstimulation.
Jesse calls him beautiful, and gorgeous, and sweet, and he never actually fucks him. "Just you wait, darlin'," he croons, and he wrings another orgasm out of Hanzo using only his wide, calloused fingers.
When their wedding day arrives, Hanzo has been so thoroughly spoiled he can imagine nothing less than a lifetime with this alpha. What felt like a curse before now seems so clearly a blessing. The ceremony is overly formal and goes by in a blur of Jesse's warmth and Jesse's scent and the promise of Jesse's teeth at his throat.
He drinks too much after the ceremony, and Jesse teases him for it then licks the taste of sake and chocolate from his mouth. Hanzo is dizzy with alcohol and lust and what he thinks might be the beginnings of love. "Alpha," he sighs against Jesse's mouth. "Let us seal our bond. I am so tired of waiting for you."
Jesse excuses them both from the party - as alpha and husband it is his job to dictate where they will go from now on - then he brings Hanzo to their new chambers, guest rooms made up just for the occasion. They remove each other's robes and Jesse mouths at his chest, sucks each nipple in between squeezing hands, lavishes them with his affection until they are raw and swollen.
"Jesse, please," Hanzo gasps, and all it earns him is a rumbling chuckle. Jesse lets him go and Hanzo crawls onto the bed, on hands and widely spread knees, his back arched to appeal the best he can. His cheeks flush as he glances over his shoulder at Jesse; he has never been so brazen. "Please," he says again.
Jesse has a smile more mischievous than Hanzo has seen before, and he says, "Show me where you want me."
It takes Hanzo a moment to understand, and he blushes more deeply when he realizes. He reaches back with one hand to pull one cheek aside, then when Jesse still does nothing, he balances the best he can on his shoulder and does the same with the other hand. He can feel the slight gape of his hole, the tickle of slick slipping out of him, and he bites back a mortified whimper.
"That's good," Jesse sighs, and Hanzo's blush deepens once again. "You're so beautiful." His fingers brush delicately over Hanzo's exposed hole, dragging over the skin. "So good for me. You've been so patient, baby doll. You can be patient a lil longer can't ya?" He kisses Hanzo's fingertips where they lay against his ass, keeping him spread open for Jesse's viewing pleasure, and Hanzo tries not to whine. "I know you can," he purrs. "Stay just like this for me."
He waits for Hanzo's awkward nod before his tongue laps at his hole again, both hands closing over Hanzo's as if to hold him there. He kisses and licks and sucks as long as he wants to, and Hanzo stays as still as he can for him, spreading his ass open and drooling liberally against the sheets. His whole body is trembling and he feels so very, very wet from slick and saliva by the time Jesse slides a finger in. The first slips in so easily Hanzo almost doesn't feel it at first, but then it crooks down to massage his prostate, and he cries out.
"Jesse - alpha - please," Hanzo pants, trying desperately to arch his tailbone higher, present himself so that Jesse will want to take him.
"So beautiful," Jesse murmurs again, slipping a second finger in then both back out so he can play with the gentle gape of Hanzo's hole. "This is mine now, ain't it?"
Hanzo hardly knows what he is agreeing to when he says, "Yes, alpha."
"Mine to fuck, to play with how I see fit." His fingers circle again before they slide back in, and Hanzo groans helplessly at the feeling. "To take care of. To keep full."
"Yes. "
Jesse chuckles, then he scrapes his teeth along the curve of Hanzo's ass. "You like that last part? Want me to fill you up, sweetness?"
"Please."
"I could do it. Breed you up good. Treat you like the royalty you oughtta be, keep you spoiled and pampered and stuffed full all the time."
Hanzo lets out a shuddering groan and a litany of yes and please and alpha , then Jesse's fingers leave him and they are replaced by something so much bigger. Even well stretched and wetter than he has ever been outside a heat, it is so much to take. He gasps and tries not to clench down. He drops both hands back to the bed, fingers clawing in the sheets, and he is afraid Jesse will be disappointed.
But Jesse does not chastise him. He only grasps at Hanzo's ass himself, fingers biting lovingly into the flesh. "That's it, beautiful. You feel so good." It burns until Hanzo thinks he might split open, until he thinks he can feel Jesse in the back of his throat, but he adjusts fast.
Jesse fills him the way nothing else ever has. That cock fits so snug and kisses places deep inside him that he knows will feel empty and ache as soon as it is gone. Hanzo's cock throbs between his legs, but it is secondary to the feeling of his alpha filling him up.
Jesse's mouth clamps down on the side of his neck, and then Hanzo orgasm harder than he ever has, speared open on thick alpha cock. The taste of Hanzo's blood seems to do something for Jesse, whose hips snap harder and relentlessly until he is filling Hanzo's belly with his cum.
Hanzo lays there satisfied in a way he has never been before, until Jesse pulls out. When Hanzo lets out a pathetic sound, Jesse shushes him and presses two fingers back inside him. It does not feel as good as his cock, but it feels better than the emptiness.
"Worth the wait, wasn't it? I knew you'd love it," Jesse purrs as he nuzzles the bruised and bleeding mating mark. "Gotta find a way to keep ya plugged up when I'm busy, so you don' ever have to feel empty. Would you like that, sweetness?" Hanzo murmurs his assent, then Jesse's fingers begin to move again, massaging him deep from the inside. "I betcha can do another round," he says with a smile.
He wrings another two orgasms out of Hanzo before they are finished. Hanzo is striped in both their cum, and his whole body feels light and airy. He is so thoroughly debauched that it takes him until morning to realize he never got to mark Jesse in return.
It is not until they are on a private jet to Europe that Hanzo dares to bring it up. He does not know why he fears it. Jesse has been nothing less than adoring since they met.
"Alpha, why have you not let me mark you? Do I displease you?" he asks.
Jesse stares at him in surprise and pets a hand soothingly down his back. "Oh, sweetness. I thought you knew ." Has his family sold him off to someone who would leave him bonded but without a full mate? "Come here," Jesse gently orders.
Hanzo lets himself be pulled into Jesse's lap. He feels like a spoiled child until Jesse rubs his face carefully against the healing mark on Hanzo's neck. It makes him feel better and more relaxed, until he is practically purring in spite of himself.
"Better?" Jesse asks against his skin, and Hanzo wants to pout but cannot muster the energy for it. "What do you know about our marriage arrangements?"
"Almost nothing," Hanzo complains.
Jesse kisses his mark softly. "You're very special, darlin'. We've been looking for someone like you a long time." Jesse tells him then. Omegas run hotter than alphas and betas, and an omega descended from dragons runs hotter still, and hottest of all during a heat. The fever has power in it.
There is an otherworldly creature, the last of its kind. It needs hosts to incubate its eggs before it dies so the entire species will not go extinct. This is what Jesse wants him for. The thought is repulsive, but Hanzo cannot say so with Jesse holding him so sweetly.
Jesse says there is a way to artificially extend Hanzo's heat for the time the incubation needs. But to do it, Jesse had to start their bond but cannot complete. "Not yet ," he promises.
"You would use me for this? Your mate?"
"Oh, darlin', no ," Jesse insists. "You say the word and I'll call it off. I swear I thought you knew."
"I am an omega. My family tells me nothing."
"Where we're goin' you can know whatever you want. I'm here to take care of you." Jesse kisses his mark and wriggles a hand down the back of Hanzo's pants. "It don' matter what you choose. I still plan to spoil ya ev'ry chance I get. But if you say yes, there will be others who wanna worship ya. I think that's what my omega deserves, don' you?"
Jesse's fingers push inside him and go still like he just wants to keep them tucked right there, warm and safe. He arches his back, pushing into Jesse's hand to try to get those fingers in deeper. Jesse hums contentedly against his neck.
"There we go, sweet thing. I know what relaxes you already, don't I?" he purrs. "I'll be with you ev'ry step of the way," Jesse insists. "We'll keep you so full, just like I promised."
Hanzo does not think Jesse has done anything unusual to him. But he still knows he is not usually this complacent, even though he is dutiful. Enveloped in Jesse's smell, with Jesse's fingers massaging deep inside of him and Jesse's voice in his ear and his mouth passing, over and over and over the mating mark on Hanzo's neck, it is impossible to say anything other than yes .
"Oh, sweetness, I'm gonna take such good care of you." He nuzzles into Hanzo's neck and his fingers crook and twist until Hanzo cries out and a flood of slick soaks his underthings again. "Your family didn' ask enough for you. You're priceless ."