Never in McCree's life had he been more nervous than he did at this dinner. Surrounded by watchful and discriminating eyes, Jesse could hardly take a sip of water without his hand shaking like a leaf in the wind. Genji sat the farthest from him, happily eating his lavish dinner while chatting with the staff, they seemed to like him and appreciated his outward kindness to the hired staff. Shimada Sama sat at the head of the table, to Jesse's right. A pair of older gentlemen in suits sat to his left side. Lastly, Hanzo rested across from Jesse. Jesse thought Hanzo would be left out of business, just as Genji had been. But it seemed, to Jesse's surprise, Hanzo was of age to almost run the entire arrangement. Shimada Sama said very little, talking in hushed, quick japanese to Hanzo when his oldest son needed guidance. Other than that, Hanzo talked confidently, asking questions Jesse felt unqualified to answer,

"Who were you last clients?"

"What partners do you have in the United States?"

"Is DeadLock affiliated with an another source within Asia? Do not lie to me."

"What kind of connections does DeadLock have in the United States?"

The questions never slowed, the entire dinner Hanzo was ablaze with prying questions. His voice never wavered, his words were confident and dominant, like Jesse was scum who he was assigned to deal with. Jesse was too nervous to see Hanzo as anything other than one of the terrifying partners Boss always dealt with. All hopes of flirting fleeted quickly.

The other two men were no better, they were introduced as the Shimada Affiliates. Jesse honestly did not know what that meant. They asked questions about past transactions and what kinds of trades DeadLock usually attended to. Jesse was very much under the impression all of these questions were overstepping their grounds, Boss never discussed other trades while in the process of another. Jesse lacked the eloquence to say he was not qualified to answer these kinds of questions, he also lacked the knowledge to answer most of them.

Nerves coursed his body as Hanzo and the other affiliates awaited a reply from the quivering man. Genjis rich laughter echoed from a few meters away, he was making a few of the waitresses laugh. A distinct contrast from the two conversations added to the tension, it was obvious the Shimada's were used to this kind of meeting.

"Well?" Hanzo snapped, using his left hand to crack his knuckles, his eyebrows high on his face as he stared Jesse down, waiting for a reply,

"I, well–I'm," Jesse's eyes danced back and forth, looking for someone or something to bail him out of this nightmare. But unlike his past deals, Jesse had no back up, he had no one behind him, he had no tricks up his sleeves. It was just him, an unqualified, nervous cowboy.

He didn't even have Abram and Christof to back him up, not that they would have anyways.

"How can we know DeadLock is of an honorable decent?" One of the men in suits suggested, Hanzo grunted, his shoulders bouncing in a silent laugh. Jesse was close to standing from the table and sprinting away from the house, he would run all the way back to the US if he had to.

"I'm not sure he can prove that." Hanzo chastised.

Jesse shut his eyes for a moment, racking his brain for everything he had ever heard drop from Boss's mouth, every detail to every word ever spoken. If Jesse was going to get out of here with his hide still attached to his backside he was going to have to put on one hell of a facade.

"Now, I don't think y'all have much of a standing to be placin' accusations like this. Saying we ain't got any standards when choosin' who we deal with and when we deal ain't your place darlin'." Jesse leaned over to table and cocked his head to the side. It was risky to use names but he had Hanzo's attention now, "DeadLock has been makin' deals in the southwest as long as I can remember, if there's a new gang in town, we gon' make their business, our business. Ain't no one going to be making back trades without us knowing, and ain't no one going to go back on their word and get away with it. To answer your question, I can assure you DeadLock is about as honorable a gang that you'll ever come across. We ain't here tryin' to pull one out from under you, and we ain't here to make no trouble."

Hanzo raised a sharp eyebrow, eying Jesse, watching his sudden flush of confidence. Hanzo was surprised, perhaps impressed in how well he was beginning to handle the pressure, but he still did not trust him.

"We have heard many rumors about DeadLock in the-" Jesse raised a hand and pointed it towards Hanzo-a mistaken gesture,

"All them rumors are as far from the truth as you can get." Jesse scoffed.

Hanzo stiffened his back, straightened his shoulders, breathed a heavy breath, he did not like to be interrupted. Jesse had no idea the disrespect he had just shown not only Hanzo but his family, Jesse was getting far too cocky,

"Do not interrupt me." Hanzo breathed, he murmured so quietly Jesse almost didn't hear him, Hanzo held onto every mental strand he had, holding himself together by a thread,

"Now, now, if you're gonna be making false claims you can't be gettin' fired up about me standing my ground." Jesse chuckled, his lack of familiarity with this culture was showing through like the morning sun. Jesse didn't understand how in the wrong he was,

"Why are you laughing?" Hanzo growled, gripping the ends of the table. His anger grew and commanded the attention of the ever quiet Shimada Sama,

"My son, you mustn't let his lack of honor shake your own." He said coolly,  his voice barely above a whisper as the other two associates sat silently,

"'Scuse me?" Jesse narrowed his eyes, "I believe I'm being made to look like a fool."

"You are a fool!" Hanzo raised his usual quiet voice, anger dragging through his tone,

"I'm certainly smart enough to know a scam when I see one, y'all have done nothin' but ask me about other alliances. You're tryin' to make our alliances your own, ain't you?" Hanzo flinched, Jesse caught on, he was right. "I was here thinking y'all would take your shit and let me leave. This here looks like you're out for DeadLock's throat!" Hanzo gripped the side of the table so hard Jesse thought it would shatter. Instead of throwing back a response, Hanzo shut his eyes and breathed through his nose, pausing to collect himself.

"It is important to us that we know who we make alliances with, if we plan to exchange in further business we want to know you can be trusted." Hanzo opened his eyes, his glare falling back onto Jesse. The other two men had not stopped staring at one another, it was if they were speaking to each other with their minds. Genji had stopped chatting long ago, his own discomfort easy to read by the fact that he was quietly eating his dinner as if to hurry along the night.

Even though Hanzo had collected his thoughts, his rage was still apparent. Much to Jesse's surprise, the ever constant presence of Shimada-Sama had changed, he clasped his hands together before him and let out a hysterical laugh, echoing in the tense room.

"Father?" Hanzo asked,

"You have done well my boy, you have learned much from watching your elders." He spoke as if this was merely a test for his son, not an especially vicious quarrel between the two young men. It was some kind of sick game to him, "But unfortunately there is still much to be discussed with our guest," Jesse winced at the mention, he thought he could get away with only this conversation. "The evening has finished for tonight, we will talk once again tomorrow night. Just you and I, no distractions." Shimada-Sama had clasped a hand on Jesse's stiff shoulders, making his stomach tie itself into knots. He felt very uneasy at the thought of being alone with him.

"Y-Yessir." Jesse brushed aside his own anxiety and agreed to him, knowing he had very little say in the matter. He was to meet with him tomorrow and there was no way around if. He had believed this meeting was difficult, but he had only tasted the daggers built into the Shimada aura. Hanzo was no match for his father.

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Jesse was escorted back to his room by a mute staff member; she probably wasn't mute but she didn't say anything to him. Not that Jesse wanted to talk after that dinner. After Shimada-Sama had announced Jesse had to meet with him again, no one talked. Not even Genji. Jesse ate him food completely silent, not looking up from his plate of food. If someone was looking at him he wouldn't have known. A foot brushed against his, making him flinch and the touch immediately recoiled. Jesse brushed the gesture off as a mistake done by one of the associates.

Jesse turned on the shower immediately, washing himself of all the sweat that had built around him. He through the perfectly ironed clothes onto the ground, it was a waste of time to had cared so much about his appearance just to be belittled by the one he so much wanted to impress.

The water flushed through his hair, down his face and along his tense body. He wanted nothing more than to go home, even if that meant no more lavish bathrooms.

Once the water had begun to turn cold from him idly standing in the stall, he stepped out and dried himself off. He tousled his hair but didn't bother to brush it, he would just be seeing Shimada-Sama and then leaving immediately tomorrow. No one to impress.

His face still remained a scraggly, unshaved mess. He slipped on flannel pajama pants and a black t-shirt before fleeing into the bedroom. The steam followed him out into the cold room, it felt like he had left the window open. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment, feeling like something was off before realizing he wasn't exactly alone.

Jesse's eyes skated over to his bed where Hanzo had sat himself down. He switched into a gray, more casual robe. His hair was let loose of the usual tie, laying in puddles around his shoulders.

Jesse let his infatuation sink over him before he realized what was actually happening. Jesse stumbled backwards until his head hit the bathroom door,

"Why are you? How did...what?" Jesse stuttered as Hanzo watched him with a cool stare. It must have been a combination of being wet in a cold room and Hanzo's beauty  that made Jesse shutter from head to toe.

"Sit." Hanzo stood and commanded for him to replace the spot on his bed.

"What are you gonna do?" Jesse asked, not coming any closer,

"Sit." He said again,

"Look, Shimada-San, I don't know exactly what happened at dinner-"

"Never mind that. Sit." Hanzo waved his hand as if to disburse whatever Jesse wanted to say. He motioned for him to sit and for some reason Jesse followed, sitting below the man who very recently ridiculed him.

But something was different this time, he was gentler now. Tender, even. Hanzo peaked down at him through his thick eyelashes. Jesse leaned back on his hands, nervously awaiting whatever he wanted to do.

Hanzo tucked his hand into a pocket in the material and revealed a blade the size of his hand, Jesse scrambled away as his eyes went wide at the sight of the metal in the moonlight shining through the window and casting shadows along the frighteningly beautiful mans figure. Jesse scooted back as quickly as he could until he slammed against the head board of his bed.

His heart pounded in his chest as Hanzo snickered under his breath,

"Sh-Shimada, I didn't mean anything 'bout it I-"

Hanzo placed a finger against his plump lips, shushing Jesse's nervous blubbering. Jesse scanned the blade once more, it was something he himself had never used but he had seen one at those fancy barber shops.

Hanzo intended to shave Jesse's face.

Hanzo silenced him by following him up the bed and placing a hand firmly on his chest, then crawling over his legs and placing a knee on either side of his waist and sitting down on Jesses knees.

The position was all too loving and much to close to his belt. As Jesse noticed before, his demeanor had drastically changed. Hanzo was no longer trying to undermine his authority, nor intimidate him into slipping information he shouldn't have told. It made Jesse believe it was all a facade, all a mask that Hanzo bore when he was in front of his father. The puzzle was coming together as the young master swept a piece of hair behind Jesse's ear. It was all a lie, the one that sat on his legs now was not Hanzo. Rather, the man behind the mask.

Hanzo tapped a finger under Jesse's chin to lift it up, he reached over to the side table beside the bed. A bowl of water and other items had appeared there.

Hanzo proceeded to dust Jesse's face with shaving cream, running the cold, metal blade down his face with ease. His hands pressed against Jesse's neck almost nonstop.

Jesse was absolutely stunned with awe, and confusion. Hanzo had seemed to pay no mind to Jesse's attempted flirting all weekend. But here he was, a knife at his throat as he cared for the Cowboy.

It was the kind of position you held with a lover, so easy to slit his throat yet so gentle, so kind. Hanzo took his time, making sure he didn't miss a patch of coarse hair. Jesse didn't dare talk, so he wouldn't ruin the moment. Hanzo didn't say a thing either but his mouth pulled open occasionally as he gazed down and Jesse. Inches from Jesse's face... staring at ever patch of skin... sitting atop his lap.

Jesse couldn't help it when a bulge began to grow under his pants. Hanzo apparently did not notice, he just kept shaving for almost twenty minutes until he had wiped Jesse's face clean. Jesse sat patiently at Hanzo used his fingers to inspect Jesse's face. Gliding cold fingers over his now smooth skin. He smirked, seemingly proud of his work. But when he set the razor and towel down, Hanzo slid up Jesse's legs, closer...closer.

Hanzo kept the smirk as he ground down on Jesse's erection. Jesse's gasped and grabbed at Hanzo's waist immediately.

"Darlin', I..." Jesse's gulped as Hanzo stared down at Jesse.

To his own surprise, Hanzo was not the same confident man he usually was. He didn't have impeccable posture, he didn't look at Jesse like he was prey. Jesse could see the slightest blush running across Hanzo's nose and cheeks. Hanzo didn't look like he was confident in himself as he took pressure off of Jesse's lap.

Timid, cautious, even nervous, Hanzo was not experienced.

Jesse pressed his palms into Hanzo's sides, rolling them up and down the smooth robe. Jesse cocked his head to the side as he watch Hanzo break away his eye contact, staring off at the opened window.

"Shimada-San?" Jesse croaked, Hanzo remained silent as his neck and face continued to grow more red.

Jesse decided the only way to tell what Hanzo was trying to do, was to try his luck. Jesse sat up as far as he could, cupping the side of Hanzo's cheek to force him to look back down to him. Jesse instantly smiled when he saw Hanzo's embarrassment,

"Shim-" Jesse began,

"Hanzo." The man corrected him,

"Hanzo," he liked the way it fit in his mouth, "Hanzo, can I kiss you?" His voice was barely above a whisper as he stroked the hair at the nape of Hanzo's neck.

Hanzo bowed his head, nodding just enough to show Jesse he had no desire or knowledge to have any control. Jesse tipped his head up to hover just below Hanzo's, his hair tickling at his freshly shaved face.

Hanzo tasted like lavender, rich, deep lavender. He was intoxicating, tasting so lush yet he kissed so nervously. Hanzo pulled his face away but Jesse followed and kept their lips together, Hanzo was horribly shy.

Hanzo's whole body shook as he placed his hands on Jesse's shoulders, Jesse exploded his mouth, lapping up the deeply desired feeling of Hanzo's tongue, even his slightly crooked teeth. Jesse thought it was charming.

Jesse tugged on the fabric tied around Hanzo's waist, trying to untie the elaborate knot. Hanzo whimpered softly into the others mouth as he felt hands skirt along his pectorals. The fabric puddled around his lap, exposing Hanzo's broad chest.

He finally pulled his tongue out of Hanzo's mouth so he could admire him. His eyes followed his hands as he thumbed his broad collar bones, sliding down to rest under his pecs,

"God damn," Jesse breathed, "You're the god damn prettiest thing, Hanzo." Hanzo looked away and blushed deeply.

Jesse traced the pattern on Hanzo's tattoo, this was the first time Jesse had seen it yet the ink did not surprise him. For such an honorable man, an honorable tattoo. It was the most beautiful thing Jesse had ever seen.

"So pretty,"

He continued to feel every inch of Hanzo's chest, taking time to move his hands slowly and gently. Hanzo finally couldn't take the doting anymore and leaned forwards into him, burying his head Jesse's shoulder.

The fabric slid forwards and reveled that hanzo had forgone undergarments this evening. Jesse wrapped his hand around the base of Hanzo's cock, the excited grin on his face curved down when he felt that Hanzo was still soft,

"I'm sorry," Hanzo muttered into Jesse's hair, "I'm just... I'm just nervous."

"Don't be." Jesse smiled, doing his best to reassure Hanzo even though he wasn't exactly sure how he got himself into this.

The quivering in his breath was enough to show Jesse he was telling the truth. The dragon had lost his dominance and the mask had fallen off.

Jesse pieced his fingers through Hanzo's hair, feeling the strands like silk, doting on every hair while Hanzo waited for Jesse to say something. His hand still lie on his crotch, making Hanzo shake with nerves,

"It's embarrassing." He breathed, aware of how naked he was,

"Ain't nothin' to be embarrassed about," Jesse met his shy gaze, "Darlin'." He drew out the last word like it was butter.

Excitement rose back in Jesse when Hanzo pulled on the waistband of his pants, his breath catching in his throat when his erection finally fell free. Hanzo chewed his the inside of his cheek when he took in Jesse's length, it was much larger than his own.

Hanzo looked from his erection up to his eyes, he almost looked scared,

"We don't gotta do anything you don't want to do." Jesse murmured, one hand on his waist and the other still tangled in hair at the nape of his neck,

"I know." Hanzo gulped,

"Why don't we just-" Jesse felt almost bad to see how shaken Hanzo was, he was obviously very out of his comfort realm. Why he decided to approach Jesse this way still eluded him,

"We don't have that much time," Hanzo sighed, "I want to." He whispered so quietly he was unsure if he actually spoke, but Jesse heard him,

"Okay," he nodded calmly, "okay. We can do anythin' you want to do." 

Hanzo smiled and cocked his head to the side above the Cowboy,

"I want to kiss you."

Hanzo rushed against his lips, much more assertive now. He knew what he wanted and what he wanted was Jesse. Jesse pushed his pants down his legs while latching his lips to Hanzo's again and again, Hanzo paused just long enough for Jesse to pull his shirt over his head.

The feeling of Hanzo's bare skin against him made both of them frantic and full of desire, deepening their kiss and holding onto ever second as if it were their last. Jesse reached his hands between Hanzo's legs again, this time feeling Hanzo's now-hard cock twitching. He ground forwards into Jesse making him moan into his mouth.

The rich desire whirled around the both of them as Jesse desperately tried to understand Hanzo and why he was doing this. He thought for a fleeting moment that this was part of a plan or scheme. But Hanzo's bare vulnerability made him think otherwise. Hanzo was still keeping things from him, but his want was real.