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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Overwatch_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Genji_Shimada/Hanzo_Shimada
  Character:
      Hanzo_Shimada, Genji_Shimada
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Time_Travel, Feels, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-13 Words: 8181
****** Vivid Memories ******
by OKami_hu, TheDragonPrince
Summary
     A teleport glitch flings Hanzo into the past, where he faces the
     fondest part of his youth and gains a new understanding while
     stubbornly trying to resist the temptation to change it all... with
     mixed results.
Notes
     Enjoy the feels. Stuff is unbeta'd; if you see a mistake, for the
     love of the gods, point it out. Beta offers for upcoming stuff will
     be rewarded with endless gratitude and possibly goodies.
Hanzo knew something was wrong the moment the teleporter sucked him in. He
hated the feeling with passion, but this was a lot worse. Normally, it felt
like falling, but right now, he was falling and spinning, AND getting tossed
from one side to another, if there were sides at all- He gritted his teeth and
prepared for the worst, like coming out with his limbs pasted on in reverse
order, or without limbs, even. He’d have prefered the latter.
Instead, the infernal device spat him out to the street and Hanzo immediately
leaned against the nearest wall, taking in air in large gulps, trying to keep
his meager lunch down. He was not going through this again, he’d rather carry
Lúcio on his back for speed boosts but no more teleporters. He was so done.
His knees bucked and Hanzo lowered himself to the ground, still trying to fight
off the nausea. The others weren’t in that much trouble, Talon just decided to
harass a local company, nothing major… He took a deep breath, relishing in the
fresh air of Hanamura, the scent of the sakura trees-
Sakura only blooms in the spring.
Hanzo’s eyes snapped open. Something was definitely wrong. The place was right
- corner of the arcade, he knew these streets like the back of his hand - but
the late autumn chill was gone. This was bright mid-spring with a balmy breeze
and glittering sunlight just like- when he and Genji were kids. The memory
brought a sharp pain and a bittersweet taste with. Life was so much simpler
back then… and Genji was still- intact.
He couldn’t give in to reminiscing though. He had to figure out what happened.
Hanzo tested his legs and they seemed to be able to hold his weight, so he
began to struggle up.
Sounds from inside the arcade leaked out into the streets. The beeping of
machines, the clinking of coins, the sounds of prize winning alarms going off
and of course the cheers of children. It was a typical Saturday afternoon in
the Hanamura district. One of the children inside was sixteen year old Genji,
glued to his favorite pinball machine. There was a line behind him but no one
dared bother him. He'd been flinging the same ball back and forth for nearly
forty five minutes now, though it was only ten before the crowd started
gathering. His face was scrunched in concentration, tongue poking out of his
mouth, eyes following the ball’s every move; he was going to do it. He was
going to beat the high score and finally bring home that dragon plush to his
brother. Then-well then, he'd have to be nice to him. Just as he was a mere
hundred points away however, the building shook and a bright light from outside
burst in. Genji faltered and the ball slipped past the paddles. Genji looked up
in disbelief.
"What the fuck?!" Quickly he ran outside, followed by his entourage only to see
a man struggling to stand. Genji blinked, staring at the man before him. He
looked… he looked like his father but clearly wasn't. He stepped forward. "H-
Hey mister, are you okay?"
“Fine, fine, no need to panic,” Hanzo held up one hand, shaking his head as the
- hopefully - final wave of dizziness made it swim. “Just got a little
disoriented. Sorry for startling-”
He looked up and the blood froze in his veins.
“-you…”
He could have recognized that face anywhere, any time. The ridiculous bright
green hair. The inquisitive, playfully sparkling eyes. The soft features just
starting to merge into a more angular shape, already carrying the promise of
beauty.
He probably still doesn’t have the tattoo, Hanzo wondered idly, leaning back
against the wall, legs threatening to give out again. The boy staring at him
was Genji. He knew it. But Genji was slain at the age of twenty-five, by his
brother’s hands and got rebuilt as a cyborg to work with Overwatch… What was
this madness?
Tracer, his mind supplied helpfully. Time travel. Glitches in the system.
“Excuse me, b-but- Are you- Shimada Genji…?” Hanzo heard himself ask and part
of him hoped for a negative answer.
Genji's brows shot up. The stranger knew his name. It wasn't uncommon of
course, he was from a quite well known family but, something about this seemed-
wrong. He thought about lying. Telling the stranger he was just some commoner’s
kid enjoying his day off classes. But...what if he did know his family. He'd be
scolded instantly. Shit.
"Who's asking," he snapped, folding his arms across his chest and taking on his
most intimidating stance. Maybe if he puffed himself up enough the stranger
would just leave.
Hanzo finally stood upright and took a deep bow. “I apologize for not giving my
name. I’m a- friend to the Shimada family and I have some business with them. I
was asking because- you look a lot like Shimada-sama.”
‘Sama’ was the honorific reserved for their mother, while she was alive. Genji
indeed took after her, while Hanzo resembled their father.
"M-My moth--" the boy stammered before straightening out and bowing to the
strange man. "I humbly apologise, Sir. Please forgive me, yes, I am Shimada
Genji."
He straightened himself out and looked him over. That tattoo… it looked so much
like the ones his family had. He must have been staring far too long because
one of his friends nudged him and he glared back.
"A-Are you looking for directions to the castle?" He asked.
Hanzo couldn’t decide whether to laugh or panic. He could have found the castle
even in his sleep, but did he want to go there…? Genji looked to be about
fifteen, that meant their father was alive still - Ancestors preserve me,
father is still alive - and Hanzo himself was- He felt a little dizzy again.
Was there a younger version of him training at the archery range, diligently
sending arrow after arrow towards the target? Was Junko still there, the
bodyguard who got shot, and the Korean Ji-su, who got ran over by some
bastard…?
“I’d appreciate your help, though first, I should- find myself a motel to stay
at. I do not want to trouble your honorable father. If you could spare some
time for me, away from your friends, I’ll be very grateful.” Hanzo bowed again.
At least he knew how to talk to the boy.
Part of his mind was still working furiously, trying to find a better
explanation. Maybe this was a dream? Maybe he passed out during the teleport
and Mercy will soon rouse him, with that gently scolding smile of hers.
Genji looked back to his friends, a few of them urging him to go and a few
others begging him to stay. He had to admit, he was curious. This man looked so
familiar, almost like his...no? It couldn't be...could it? He looked like
Hanzo, but older. Suffice to say, curiosity got the better of the young sparrow
and he stepped forward. He still wasn't sure he trusted this man. It was of
course assuring that he knew his mother but, his mind was still troubled
desperately trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. "It would be an honor
to show you around," he said cautiously, the sweet lie almost dripping from his
teeth, "But, I'm sorry...what did you say your name was?"
Hanzo’s mind went blank. He had a couple of aliases over the years, most of
them English; there were plenty of Asians born outside of their ancestors’
countries. He kept two Japanese names, and before he could catch himself, the
wrong one tumbled from his tongue.
“I’m known to many as Minamino Ryou,” he said, cursing himself immediately
after. Calling himself ‘dragon of the South’ worked well on anyone not speaking
Japanese, but who knows what sort of trouble will it get him into now.
Then again, maybe it was a dream and then he had nothing to fear. Hanzo’s
insides itched to find out what exactly happened. The uncertainty always got
the better of him.
Genji's brow quirked and the corners of his mouth twitched into smirk that
vanished just as soon as it appeared. He knew that name. He knew it well--of
course he did. Hanzo went by it all the time in business meetings. Clearly this
was someone putting up a front. He quickly fixed his expression and smiled at
the man in front of him, "Well it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Please, allow me to assist you in finding somewhere to stay." It wasn't strange
for Genji to be this forward with strangers. At only sixteen he'd had far more
sexual encounters than most children his age. Half the time it was with his
father’s business partners. It was a good way to extract information that his
father often desired--surely the only reason he was kept around. Hanzo wasn't
aware. Not that he needed to be. He was, after all, the star child of the
family.
Hanzo smiled back; not as enthusiastically, but it was impossibly not to return
that smile.
“Your assistance is much appreciated. Lead the way, young master.” Calling
Genji that would’ve been unimaginable normally, but this situation wasn’t
normal.
“May I ask how old you are? I might have lost track of for how many years I
haven’t set foot in the palace. I can clearly see your mother in you though…
She was as strong as she was beautiful.”
Genji's smile only grew wider and prouder as the man complimented not only him
but his mother as well. "Yeah," he boasted, turning on his heel and starting
off, "She was something else alright. Won't ever forgive my father for what he
did to her though." He clasped his hands behind his head as he walked, looking
back every few minutes to make sure the stranger was still following him. Gears
turned tirelessly in his head, trying to figure out who this man could be and
how on earth he could look so much like a family member when… surely he'd met
all if not most of them. At the very least he'd heard of all of them. And
again… that name. But, perhaps it was nothing. Perhaps the young sparrow was
working himself up, as he often did. The man certainly was… attractive. Genji
smiled as he checked back on him once more, realising he'd ignored his question
and answered with another lie, "I'm eighteen."
“Eighteen,” Hanzo echoed with a small smirk. “Oh, it might have been longer
than I thought! Do you already have the tattoo, then? It’s an honor to bear it.
I’m sure your brother is proud of his, too. He’s twenty-one already? How does
time fly!”
That was so Genji. He wasn’t a fool; hotheaded and rebellious, ignorant
sometimes, frustrating other times, but he wasn’t stupid. A stupid Shimada was
a dead Shimada. Genji was clearly suspicious, and Hanzo couldn’t blame him.
“I understand that you don’t trust me; I wouldn’t trust a strange, unknown man
knowing too much, either. But the tattoo on me is not a forgery. I bear it with
a great honor as a sign of shared blood.”
Genji played up his laugh as he turned back around and continued to walk,
dropping his smile to a sneer. It was true, he saw the dragon crawling up his
arm but he did not want to think it true. He scoffed at the man and laughed
once more. He turned to face him once they were out of sight of his friends.
"Alright, alright, you caught me," He said shoving his hands into his pockets
and rocking back on his heels, "I'm sixteen. Hanz is only nineteen but, yeah
he's got his dragon." He studied the man carefully again, scrutinizing every
last detail. He knew who this was. He knew this face. So why....why couldn't he
just put a name to it, "So who are you, really?"
“Did you call m- … your brother- by a nickname behind his back?” Hanzo slowly
shook his head. “So disrespectful. Never let him know.” Once he got back home,
he was going to whack the cyborg Genji over his shiny chromium headplating. If
he got back. If there was a way back.
He idly wondered why he wasn’t having a panic attack.
“I am a Shimada,” he stated. “I am a relative. It’s just… very difficult to
explain. I do not fully understand what happened or how, or why, but I swear
this: I do not seek to do harm neither to you, nor to the Clan. Especially not
you, little sparrow.” He swallowed. “I have done my fair share or harm. I do
not wish to stain my hands again.”
Genji's eyes shot open when the nickname was uttered and spat out, "Who are
you?" It was beginning to seem clear to him that something very strange was
happening. He wasn't sure what it was but, the gears were turning and something
just wasn't adding up. Slowly he took stance, reaching back for his shurikens,
"No one calls me that but Hanzo and my father. Who are you?"
Something snapped like a bowstring pulled too taut. Hanzo held up his hand and
took a deep breath. “Please don’t. I know you’re deadly with those; don’t make
me fight. I don’t want to fight. Not with you.” His voice wavered. “I am- If
this is not a dream, or a fabricated memory, but genuine breach of the time-
space continuum… a ghost from the future. I am… what your brother will become.”
The words tasted strange in his mouth. Now that he could look at his life from
a different point of view, his chest ached when he thought of the young man at
the castle, the diligent, obedient son, a crime lord in the making, so proud of
belonging to a powerful clan. He had no idea what was in store for him. His
father’s untimely death… more restrictions than he ever imagined, the
unrelenting pressure from the elders and the terrible destiny of becoming a
kinslayer, topped with ten lonely, miserable years of grief.
He wanted to run back home, hold that young man close and tell him to be
smarter, stronger, more understanding. But time was a fickle thing and few
dared to mess with it. Actions have consequences and who could know how
terrible those will turn out. The entire situation was mind-boggling. Suddenly,
Hanzo felt so tired.
Genji steadied his stance, glaring daggers at the man who now claimed to be his
brother. He stood there looking him over, watching him with very calculated
eyes; one wrong move and his life could be over. But...what if this man wasn't
lying, what if...somehow this was Hanzo? He pulled his shurikens from their
pouch on hip and rested them between each of his fingers, arm cocked back and
ready to swing. As much as he wanted to he couldn't lie to himself that this
man looked alarmingly like his brother. And that tattoo, well it looked spot on
to the one the Hanzo he knew had. He swallowed, now feeling a little more
uneasy as the pieces started to add up and he wobbled a bit in his stance. In a
last ditch effort, praying to any god that would listen, he asked, "Prove it
then?"
Hanzo sighed. “You are sixteen, so- Ah, yes. This happened last year. Your
brother turned eighteen, and he was granted four bodyguards of his own by your
father. Their names are Saiki Reijiro, Minamoto Junko, Amai Eizan and Ryuzaki
Toshiro. They gifted your brother with a bottle of umeshu.” He smirked. “The
brand is called ‘Hanzo’. You were so pissed that you didn’t think of it first.”
His expression softened. “Your brother opened it at the evening and let you
have a sip. It made your cheeks flush and your eyes sparkle, you got tipsy
fast. You ended up sleeping in his bed. No-one knows this, because you still
rose early and went back to your room.”
Genji tensed up as he spoke but relaxed as the words began to register. This
couldn't be happening, there was absolutely no way in hell. Maybe he was
running a fever? Maybe he'd got knocked out during sparring and was dreaming.
Maybe he was just crazy! But something in the pit of him told him he wasn't.
There was absolutely no way anyone knew that other than Hanzo. He'd been so
careful to not get caught sneaking back in the morning and when they saw their
father neither of them said a word. Genji felt sick to his stomach. His arm
lowered and his shurikens clattered to the ground as the reality settled in.
"Y-You have to be...there's no other way," he mumbled, staring at him wide
eyed. It felt like every emotion possible was coursing through his body as he
looked him over. He laughed, trying to fight his fear and shock with humor,
"Well at least I know Hanz stays attractive." He regretted the words the
seconds they came out and looked up at the man who was his brother and
swallowed. Shit.
No retribution followed though. Hanzo blushed a little and glanced away, trying
hard not to smile. “Thank you. Regular exercise, healthy meals and I think the
beard looks good, too-” Why was he babbling. “Stop calling me ‘Hanz’. Little
sparrows don’t get to call their brothers nicknames.” He could feel his blush
deepen. “Besides… I’ve always liked when you called me ‘anija’. Please… Can I
hug you…?”
He have never felt so insecure in his entire life, including that one time when
three assassins tried to gun him down. He wanted to hold Genji so desperately,
to relish in his warmth, to feel his skin, the scent of his hair… All the
things that were lost forever, replaced my unforgiving metal.
Genji still in what could only be described as a state of shock, nodded and ran
forward, wrapping his arms around the older man's waist. He furiously blinked
back the tears threatening to fall as he hugged him tightly. "Anija," he
mumbled, burying his face into the fabric of his brother's gi top, "Wh-What did
I do?" He was sobbing now, gripping the fabric as he hugged him. The Hanzo he
knew wouldn't talk to him much these days but this one might know a thing or
two, "Wh-What did I do to make you hate me?"
Hanzo sucked in air sharply. “You did nothing wrong!” He squeezed the boy
against his stronger frame, nuzzling his hair. “You did nothing wrong. I’m
sorry. It was me-” He bit off the sentence.
He could tell Genji. He could warn him, scold him for his disobedience or tell
him what to expect, he could change the future a million ways… But he didn’t
dare to.
“I’m just- The younger me- t-the expectations are a lot to bear, there are so
many restrictions, and you don’t know half of it… Just- be there. Be yourself.
Be what you want to be.” His breath hitched with a sob. “I can’t tell… I don’t
dare to. I’m so sorry.” He swallowed hard. “But you must know this… I’ve never
hated you. Never.”
Genji sobbed and hugged his brother tightly, the fabric beneath his face soaked
with tears. His breathing hitched and he looked up at Hanzo, cheeks tear
stained and eyes bloodshot, "Y-You promise… you promise you don't hate me
Anija..."
“Genji…” Hanzo cupped the damp chin. “No matter what I do, no matter what I
say, it’s not out of hate. Anger, misunderstanding, frustration, jealousy, yes,
but I could never hate you. You mean the world to me and I love you. No matter
what happens… you’ll always be my little brother.” The pain was choking him. He
could never say these words to the older Genji, he could never clear it up… But
he couldn’t resist that boyish face, those pleading eyes.
“We should really… find a safe place. We’re crying on the street… It’s
unbecoming.” He laughed weakly. Thankfully, traffic was sparse at least.
Genji nodded and pulls away from his brother, wiping his face on his sleeve,
"I… I love you too, Anija." He smiled weakly and looked up at him, "I'll try
and keep that in mind." He laughed when his brother pointed out that this in
fact was not the best place for this. He looked around and wiped his face
again, "I… I know where we can go."
---
It was a lot of dark alleys and winding streets, Genji walked silently in front
of his brother as he lead him into darker and darker parts of the city.
Cigarette butts littered the streets along with the men and women smoking them.
A few made passing glances and comments at Genji. A few of them even went so
far as to touch him. He took is all with stride and continued on. Finally they
reached an equally shady looking motel and Genji lead Hanzo inside.
He went to the counter and shuffled a bit of coin out of his pocket, putting it
in the counter, "Can I have my usual room please for me and my… escort."
The man behind the counter nodded and slid Genji a key. He turned and looked at
Hanzo, flicking his head to the hallway before leading him down it to their
room.
Hanzo was only able to restrain himself until the door clicked shut behind
them.
“The ‘usual’ room? You’re coming here that often? For the love of the dragons,
Genji!” He grabbed the boy’s shoulders. “Don’t be so dense! You have money,
bodyguards, a driver to take you anywhere, and you chose this rotten
neighborhood and this filthy hole? Father wouldn’t even care! You could be shot
here and no-one would bat an eye, we wouldn’t even find your body! Not to
mention you put your lovers in danger! You go out with the cutest girls, and
you bring them here, regularly? How can you be so careless?” He pinched the
bridge of his nose.
“If I knew this, I’d have spanked you like a little brat. I might still do, if
I can get back to my time… Please don’t be so irresponsible. I was itching to
murder everyone who dared to touch you.”
Genji stared at Hanzo for a moment before bursting out laughing so hard he was
holding his stomach. He flopped down on the bed and finished out his giggle fit
before looking back up at his brother. "You really think," he asked still
giggling just a bit, "You really think I'm bringing those girls here?" He
shrugged and laughed some more, "You were always blind..." He got quiet in the
next moment, not really sure he wanted to tell Hanzo the truth, ‘You never paid
attention to me’.
“Well, if not them, then who?” Hanzo pouted. “Don’t tell me you just pull back
in here with your phone to be alone!” Genji’s words were just like his
shurikens; they cut deep and accurately. “I can’t watch over you all the time…
You wouldn’t want me, either.”
Genji shook his head and balled his fists in his lap now again willing the
tears not to fall, "No, you idiot." He shook his head, "I'm sorry… I..." he bit
his lip and inhaled slowly, "Father… makes me come here with his business
partners."
“Wh-what…?” Hanzo started at his brother in disbelief. “He likes you. You like
him. Why would he ever-?” He pressed a hand against his face. “Maybe I’m really
dreaming or this is an alternative dimension. My brother is not a whore. Wait-
Scratch that. My brother wasn’t whored out. And even if he had been, Father’s
business partners had taste. Most of the time. They could have taken you to the
inner city.”
He settled down on the bed, staring into nothing. “It’s true though, isn’t it.
No-one would talk here. There are fewer cameras, fewer people who’d recognize
them.” He felt sick. Genji was too young for this.
“I’m sorry,” Hanzo breathed, reaching for the boy. “I had no idea…”
Genji sighed and leaned onto his shoulder, "It's okay, I know Dad keeps you
distracted with other shit." He rubbed his arm nervously, "I dunno...it's not
so bad. I get a lot of attention and I get a good pay from Dad and he gets to
make his deals so nobody really loses." He was laughing but his voice cracked
again, the tears starting to roll over his cheeks and he sniffed. "Sometimes,"
he sniffed still trying to keep his voice stable, "S-Sometimes I really wish
you would have noticed. W-we used to be so close as kids… inseparable." He
laughed and wiped his eyes. "Then Father told you to stop and you did."
“He told me to stop doting on you like you were six,” Hanzo said weakly. “It’s
not that I wanted to… You were a rebel in the making and I thought- It was my
fault, spoiling you after mother-” He sighed. “Father knew I wouldn’t have let
you do that. You never let me know, either.” He pulled Genji closer. “I’m so
sorry. I wish things would’ve turned out differently. I loved you all the same
and I missed you, but I thought I was doing what was best for you. I didn’t
know any better.” His hold tightened. “Sometimes I couldn’t put you out of my
head… We did a lot of things together, didn’t we…? Like the night of my
eighteenth birthday… You weren’t just sleeping in my bed that night.”
Genji nodded, remembering it all so vividly. It was just like Hanzo had said.
They'd shared the drink, Genji got drunk far too quickly and crawled onto his
brother's lap, straddling his hips. It had happened a handful of times but now
that Hanzo had been ignoring him… god, he missed it. He looked up at the older
man, eyes pleading. "I… I didn't want it stop. I still can't get you out of
mine. I don't wanna lose you, Anija..."
“You won’t, not for a while,” Hanzo soothed. “If everything happens as it had
in my past… You’ll have a few moments. You’ll find your pleasure elsewhere. I
really shouldn’t tell you more than that. Just be happy, do what feels right.
You’ll be fine.” Up to a point, anyway.
“I wish I would make this easier for you.”
Genji hiccuped and looked over Hanzo, slowly moving closer, "I… I have an idea
or two..." he mumbled.
The intention was hard to miss. Those still wet eyes shone feverishly, with a
hunger that needed to be sated. The need for love, acceptance and attention
practically rolled off Genji in waves. Hanzo had to swallow.
“Are you sure…? I’m- a lot older now and we really shouldn’t-” He trailed off.
Genji was getting fucked by men approximately this old on a semi-regular basis,
of course he knew what he was asking for. Hesitantly, Hanzo pulled him closer,
into his lap and stared up at him; Genji only needed an inch, maybe two to
reach his final height. Hanzo’s hands settled on the boy’s hips.
“Do you want me to love you…?”
Genji moved as Hanzo pulled him in even closer, he was straddling Hanzo's lap
now just like he had so many times already but so many years ago. "I don't
care. I get fucked by men twice the age you are now," he answered softly,
watching his brother with lustful half lidded eyes. "I want you."
“Well, you will not be fucked right now,” Hanzo replied and before Genji could
have answered, he pulled the boy close and kissed him. Their lips brushed,
tasting, caressing and he dragged out the contact for a while.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Hanzo murmured. “We’re going to make love. You’ll
get what you deserve.” He kissed Genji again, this time slipping his tongue
into that fresh-tasting mouth, while his hands traveled up and down over the
boy’s side, pulling his top up, to expose his fairer skin.
Genji gasped at the feeling of Hanzo's fingertips on his side and shuddered,
pulling himself closer, deepening the kiss. "I don't deserve that," he muttered
softly. He let his tongue drag across Hanzo’s lower lip before slipping past
and exploring his mouth. He tasted...so different yet still the same. He draped
his arms around Hanzo's neck and pressed against him, feeling the warmth
radiating off both their bodies. He reached up and pulled out Hanzo's ponytail
before pulling away with a playful smile, "You look better with it down."
Hanzo chuckled and shook his head, then his lips launched at Genji’s neck,
tasting the skin there stretching over the pulsing vein. “What are you talking
about,” he murmured. “Of course you deserve to be loved.” His hands began to
roam, over Genji’s back under the clothes, over his thigh, squeezing his firm
rear.
“Gods, you’re a handsome young man.”
Genji gasped again, head craning back as Hanzo kissed at his neck. He moaned
softly and slowly began pulling at the fabric of Hanzo's top. The words of
praise shot right through him, especially coming from his own brother. And
coupled with the gentle touches, firm grabs and soft kisses it all went
straight to his cock. He could feel the pressure building as his shaft pressed
tight against the inseam of his pants. "H-Hanzo… please."
“Patience,” Hanzo murmured. He kissed Genji again, until they ran out of breath
then gently deposited the boy from his lap. He stood to undress, setting his
weapons aside and loosening the clasps of his armored boots.
Genji whined softly as he watched his brother undress and slowly sat up to
start undressing himself. He could hardly believe this was happening.
All the accessories set aside, Hanzo loosened his obi, and let his gi top slide
off his shoulder. “Come closer,” He beckoned to the boy. “Come here. Let me do
the rest of the work.” He wanted to feel that smooth, unmarked skin under his
hands.
Genji obeyed, crawling over to his brother and kneeling on the bed before him,
his top already half falling off, "You're acting like you haven't seen me in
ages."
Hanzo winced. “Well, I certainly haven’t seen you being sixteen for ages…” Or
flesh and bone. Or alive.
He tugged the top off Genji and couldn’t resist caressing the expanse of the
boy’s chest. He was so warm, so alive. No armor to block the contact. “I have
never appreciated you enough. I should have gone against father’s wishes.”
Gently tackling the boy back, Hanzo leaned above him and began to kiss every
inch of skin he could reach. He could feel the steely muscles tensing up under
the velvet softness and as the minutes ticked by, a fierce craving came over
him. He wanted more, he wanted to consume the beautiful boy underneath him, the
one he loved more than anyone.
Genji's breathing quickening and each kiss was met with the softest moans. He
was enjoying every second of this. Every touch, every kiss, each soft as kind
word of praise. It sent sparks through him, electric and hot. He could feel the
strain of his cock against his pants and dear god did he want release.
"Th-There's still time," he reminded, "M-Maybe...maybe you can change your
mind?"
“Go to the castle and speak to my younger self? Speak to father…?” Hanzo let
himself be swept away for a moment, latching onto Genji’s hard nipples and
sucking on them. He could do that. Maybe they would listen; maybe their father
would stay alive, maybe Overwatch won’t stand a chance. Maybe they would
eventually rule whole Japan, who knows. Maybe it’d spare the young Hanzo ten
years of grief and Genji, the loss of his body. But at what cost…?
“I’d love to. I wish for nothing more,” Hanzo murmured against Genji’s skin.
“But I don’t dare. The more I mess with time, the more uncertain the future
might become; and I cannot stay here. I’m not even sure what would happen if I
encountered myself... “ He sighed. “I need to try to return to my time. There’s
a Genji waiting for me there. I cannot leave him.”
He slipped lower and buried his face into Genji’s lap, rubbing his cheek
against the still-clothed erection pulsing under layers of fabric. “Remember
this like it had been a dream.”
Genji shook his head defiantly, "N-No… Anija… I don't want to." He sat up as
best he could, more so propped up on his elbows, "I love you, I love you more
than father, or the elders, or your current self is ever going to understand
and I miss you every day." It wasn't an act, it wasn't played up his words were
true through and through and he wanted so bad for this Hanzo to stay. To talk
some sense into his former self, "Please…”
“You’ve always had a problem with being told ‘no’.” Hanzo rose and moved up to
cup the boy’s face, thumb caressing Genji’s cheek.
“I have done… something terrible to my Genji. I’ve caused him much pain, and
it’s only fair that I return and try to undo some of that damage. He loves me.
He’d miss me terribly, and I don’t want to cause him more pain. Besides, if I
can’t return… Your wish will come true anyway, wouldn’t it? I’ll be yours…
because I wouldn’t have anywhere to go. Hush and enjoy the ride.” He pressed
his lips against the boy’s to smother the protests. His tongue probed in deep,
lapping up the youthful taste.
Genji kissed him back hungrily, pulling Hanzo closer to him. He never wanted
this to end. But… what had Hanzo done to him to cause him so much pain he
wondered. Slowly he slipped his hand between them and pulled at the hem of
Hanzo's pants, "Anija… I want you," he muttered against his lips.
“It’s hard not to notice,” Hanzo chuckled, then he kneeled up, placing his
hands on Genji’s, to keep them where they were. “Undress me then. Taste me if
you’d like to. I won’t let you go unsatisfied either, I promise.” The blush
crept back to his cheeks. “You’ll look beautiful beneath me… You’re so young,
so eager. My Genji…”
He nodded slowly and pulled the drawstring from Hanzo's pants, pulling them
down along with the underwear. As he finally took Hanzo's cock into his hand
and began moving it slowly, thumb rolling over the head, he pulled away, eyes
half lidded and lust-filled. He could feel his own cock straining against the
hem of his pants; Hanzo's kind, loving words having gone straight to the fire
growing inside him. He whined softly as he kissed his brother once more. "Touch
me," he pleaded.
Hanzo couldn’t resist the needy voice. He made short work of Genji’s pants,
freeing his erection and baring his lower body swiftly. He kissed his way down
to the boy’s stomach, dipping his tongue into Genji’s navel. He briefly debated
indulging him, just this once… The Shimada heir never sucked cock, period. It
was a subservient gesture and Hanzo knew well that Genji would interpret it the
wrong way… so he merely nuzzled the base of his flushed penis, but instead of
taking it into his mouth, he wrapped his fingers around it.
“Do you like that?” Hanzo inquired, smiling. He looked into Genji’s eyes; he
wanted to see them shine with pleasure.
Genji's brow quirked, just before a small gasp pushed past his lips. Damnit, so
close. He moved past it and instead focused on the fingers now tugging at his
cock. He wanted to whine, he wanted to fuck himself up into Hanzo's hand but he
knew if he did the man would just stop. So instead he nodded, looking over
Hanzo and following his every move.
Hanzo kept up the slow pace for a while then let go, but only to lie down next
to Genji. “Is this want you want? My hand? I want to make this memorable.” He
leaned closer to kiss Genji’s neck and collarbone, savoring the taste of his
skin. “Tell me what you want, little sparrow, and I’ll try to make it come
true.”
Genji gasped, back arching into Hanzo's hand as he nodded, "I… I want more,
Anija… I want to feel you in-inside me." The nicknames bore straight through
him and his cock twitched in Hanzo's hand. He prayed this wasn't a dream.
“I thought so… But I definitely don’t want to hurt you,” Hanzo held his brother
close, a shiver running through him from the extensive skin-on-skin contact.
“If you have something, I’ll make you mine.”
"Drawer," Genji said, jerking his chin out to the bedside table, "Should...be a
few different kinds."
“Why am I even surprised.” Hanzo got up to rifle through the nightstand’s
contents. There were silly scented ones and more down-to-earth variants; he
picked an almost full bottle and returned to his eager little lover. Hanzo
flipped Genji on his stomach and rubbed his slickened fingertips against his
hole, just teasing, testing at first.
“I’ve… never asked you how you liked this most…” he admitted. “So I’m asking
now. Any prefered position?” He grinned to himself; asking this felt a little
surreal. Hanzo added more lube and eased a finger inside.
Genji gasped and curled his fingers into the blankets beneath him. He mulled
over Hanzo's question as he pushed back into the probing fingers, eager for
more. Finally he answered, "I… I like riding you, Anija. I want to see you and
kiss you," he pleaded.
“Alright. That can be arranged. First, however…” Hanzo added more lube and
eased a second finger into Genji. “I have to loosen you up properly,” he
murmured. “I want to see you fall apart from my touch.” He kissed Genji’s
shoulder then gently bit down, his teeth merely grazing the flushed skin. “My
little sparrow… my wanton little brother. Look how eager you are… Do you- Do
you really love me that much?”
Wanton. Oh Genji liked that term, he liked it very much and god damn could he
play that part well. He moaned loudly as he arched into the bed, ass pressing
up into Hanzo's hand, moaning loudly. He wanted more. He didn't care how bad it
would hurt. He whined softly and looked back over his shoulder at Hanzo. "I… I
love you… I l-love you so much! P-please Anija…!"
“I don’t know how I was able to resist you,” Hanzo murmured and crossed his
fingers. “Patience, little one. I want you to be loose for me… So I could pound
your pretty ass hard and fast without anyone getting wiser about it. I’m going
to fill you up with my seed.” His own cock was begging for attention,
especially with all the dirty talk, but Hanzo ignored it. Genji was so pliant
under his hands, so relaxed, getting him ready was not going to take much
longer.
Genji moaned loudly, mixed with expletives and slurred with Hanzo's name. Gods
be damned, he wanted this so badly. He crooned softly as his cock dripped
precum into the sheets below.
The sweet torture finally ceased when Hanzo was able to slide three fingers in
and out effortlessly. He sat up, ran his hand over Genji’s back soothingly and
dribbled a generous amount of lube on his own erection.
“There we go, all ready. You can ride me all you want.” He leaned to the boy’s
ear. “I can’t wait to feel you around me.”
Genji quickly turned himself over and sat up, crawling onto Hanzo's lap. He
draped his arms over Hanzo's neck and wasted no time pressing their lips
together once again and he lined himself up with his brother's cock.
Hanzo helped; he grabbed his erection with one hand, keeping the other on
Genji’s shoulder. He teased the hole with the slick tip, then forced his
brother down slowly.
The sensation was perfect. He remembered well how it felt to make love to
Genji; he was always tight and hot, so hot and he accepted every inch eagerly
until his brother’s cock was sheathed to the hilt.
He lost his patience about halfway. Hanzo curled his arms around Genji’s waist
and forcefully brought his body down, burying himself in that sweet little ass.
His hips twitched and he groaned, his mouth attacking Genji’s nipples, licking
and biting them.
Genji yelped, nails digging into Hanzo's back as he was pulled down. He moaned
into the crook of Hanzo's neck from all the attention and willed himself to
relax around his length. Hanzo always made Genji feel so full and wonderful.
When he adjusted, he pulled back to face his brother as he slowly began to roll
his hips, raising his ass on and off of Hanzo's cock, moaning in time with each
thrust.
Hanzo moaned along and he also growled; it was probably not by accident that
the family used to refer to him as the ‘young wolf’. Well, perhaps just ‘wolf’
right now. He kept caressing Genji’s back, moving his hips in time with
Genji’s.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, grabbing the firm buttocks. “And you know well
what a man likes… You have been well-taught at least.”
Genji nodded, bouncing rhythmically on Hanzo's cock. He couldn't believe this
was happening. It been a good year since Hanzo stopped doting on him. Since he
stopped coming in to check in him in the night when Genji woke frightened from
nightmares about their mother. Since he stopped crawling into bed beside him,
consoling him with gentle touches and warm kisses. Since he stopped tending to
him in the morning. He shook his head feeling tears welling up and focused on
his movements instead. He smirked at Hanzo's comment and leaned in to nip at
his neck, "Tends to happen when you're a whore."
“Don’t… I don’t want to hear about that.” Hanzo attacked Genji’s throat,
wanting to leave marks but not daring to. Instead, he kissed and licked at the
skin, feeling the pulsing vein beneath. “I don’t want you to be with others…
because you’re mine. My sparrow, my brother, my lover. I don’t want to let you
go.”
He was aching inside, so bad to stay, to enjoy this, Genji’s innocence, his
warmth, seeing him becoming a true crime lord alongside his brother… But it was
a selfish wish.
“I also want to see you come… I want to hear you call for me.”
Genji nodded as the sweet words tore through him. He moved his hips quicker,
his ass slapping against Hanzo's thighs. "A-Anija… I… I'm gonna..." he bit his
lower lip and watched the older through half lidded eyes, "I'm… I'm so
close..."
“Don’t hold back,” Hanzo whispered back. “Come for me, Genji.” He smirked.
“You’re allowed to dirty me up a little. Let me see it, let me hear it…!” He
had more stamina, but Hanzo guessed, once he felt that lithe body gripping him
tight, he won’t need long to find his own completion.
Genji's moans grew louder as Hanzo dove deeply into him. He loved every second
of it, each tender kiss, each gentle bite. He wanted it to last forever. He
could feel his climax fast approaching though and seconds later he was moaning
Hanzo's name as he came over his brother's chest.
Hanzo shuddered and growled, Genji’s clenching muscles indeed bringing him
closer to the edge; but he wasn’t done, not yet. He held the boy through his
orgasm, nuzzling his throat until he relaxed; then, Hanzo quickly lowered him
on the bed, leaned above him curling an arm around Genji’s waist to keep his
hips at a good angle and continued fucking him with short, firm little stabs.
Now he was rapidly nearing his own peak.
Genji moaned wantonly, his body bouncing with each of Hanzo's thrusts as he was
fucked hard. He whined and moaned, breath hitching as his fingers dug into the
sheets beneath him now.
Hanzo squeezed his eyes shut as he reached the edge; he balanced there,
savoring the sweet pain then sank into the eager body fully, groaning from the
scorching wave of pleasure that washed over him. He pressed his face against
GenjI’s chest, breathing in the clean scent and tasting the salty wetness on
the smooth skin.
He was perfect. This sweet little boy was perfect and Hanzo’s chest ached, his
heart bleeding at the thought of leaving him, to allow that tragedy to happen
again… Well, if he- if he couldn’t get back, then maybe… maybe it won’t hurt
anyone, to try to prevent it.
“Genji…” Hanzo panted, his hips jerking weakly as he emptied the last drops of
his seed into the tight channel. “Genji, my little sparrow. I love you.”
As Hanzo filled him, Genji gasped, holding on for dear life. God it felt- it
felt like everything he'd dreamed it would have. As Hanzo slowed down, he began
to catch his breath, glancing up at the older man, his brother, with tears
building in the corners of his eyes. He smiled, reaching up to card gentle
fingers through Hanzo's messy hair. He loves me. The thought echoed in his
mind, filling him with warmth. He loves me.
A few minutes floated by. Hanzo buried his face into the crook of his brother’s
neck, his thumb idly caressing Genji’s shoulder; he let himself soften inside
the boy. The fingers in his unbound hair felt nice, relaxing.
Finally though, he moved, slowly pulling out. Hanzo leaned down to capture
Genji’s lips in a long, lazy kiss. “Are you alright, my dear? I haven’t hurt
you, right?”
Genji kissed him back with a small shake of his head, "Not at all, Anija." He
kissed him again, and tugged him closer, wanting to bury himself against
Hanzo's warmth. Part of him still couldn't believe this was really happening.
He closed his eyes and hummed softly, "I love you..."
“I know,” Hanzo whispered back. “And I know you always will.” He kissed GenjI’s
neck. “Would you like to rest a little, my sparrow? Take a nap after the
exercise?” He smiled. “You deserve it. You’ve done so well.”
Genji needed the praise, Hanzo knew it; and right now, he wasn’t afraid of
giving it.
Genji nodded, eyes fluttering closed and pulling his brother close, "Stay with
me, Anija." He wrapped his arms tightly around him and nuzzle into his neck,
"Please don't leave?"
Hanzo froze. The guilt tore at his heart and he swallowed hard, caressing his
brother’s back soothingly.
“Genji…” He couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth. “I’ll stay,” he whispered
instead, throat tight. “I’ll stay with you. Sleep now.” He kissed the smooth
forehead, not knowing if he should hope that his promise will be broken or if
it won’t.
He had to try and leave, of course. That was the right thing to do, but looking
at his little brother’s angelic face made it the hardest decision of his life.
Genji nodded and closed his eyes, curling against Hanzo with a soft moan. It
was only a few minutes more before he had fallen asleep, clinging to Hanzo's
side. He felt safe and comfortable for the first time in years since Hanzo
stopped tending to him.
Hanzo waited, caressing the green hair, the soft skin, breathing kisses on the
smooth brow. When Genji’s breathing evened out, Hanzo began to disentangle with
agonizing slowness. He couldn’t afford waking the boy. Inch after inch, he
pried Genji off himself, laying him on the bed gently, then with utmost care,
he crawled out of bed to dress.
The confusion and the shock diverted his attention, that’s how it didn’t occur
him to try and go back immediately. There was a chance that the teleport was
still active and that it could take him right back. Or, flung him across time
and space, perhaps even killing him. Regardless, he had to try. He wasn’t on
his own anymore; he was part of a team and brother to a cyborg and he owed a
lot to the latter.
Once properly dressed, he risked a last glance at Genji. He looked so serene in
his sleep; so innocent, something worth to protect. Hanzo swallowed back his
tears and leaned closer one last time, kissing Genji’s cheek.
“He’ll come for you once father’s dead,” he whispered, despite his better
judgment. “Don’t let him make the mistake.”
That was all he could do. If he couldn’t find his way back to his own time,
he’d be back anyway and he’d then make sure the Shimada empire would thrive;
but if he managed, breaking this Genji’s heart in the process… maybe his
parting gift will save him from a tragedy.
The door closed behind him quietly.
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