A/N: In real life, please wear condoms if you have sex—whether it's oral, vaginal, or anal. You don't want herpegonosyphillaids. Trust me.

Not suitable for work or kids.

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"Mr. McCree, how long am I supposed to be following you?" You called after the scraggly man several steps ahead of you as he led you through the wilderness. "And where are you taking me?"

"Call me McCree, please. And you'll see pretty soon, Miss." He answered in that Southern drawl you found incredibly attractive. And his politeness added another dimension to your odd attraction to the man not dressed to impress.

A cowboy hat and cowboy boots, You thought to yourself. Who even wears those anymore?

You sank your teeth into your lower lip, lightly nibbling on it as you looked him over. He was definitely unlike any other man you have ever laid eyes on. And working as a United Nations ambassador, you've met your share of the opposite sex.

"So we're supposed to be hidden, right?" You asked him. He had his back turned to you while he made a path through the thickets. He grunted slightly each time he swung the machete blade through enlarged vines and branches.

"That's the idea," He responded, pausing in his steps.

"You know your bright red poncho isn't exactly subtle."

"Serape," he corrected you. "It ain't a poncho."

"Right," You said under your breath.

"Sorry if my choice of clothing ain't up to your standards," he seemed to have heard you. "Since we ain't been caught or killed yet, I'd say it's the least of our worries right now."

You remained quiet and continued to follow him. For several paces, you both walked in silence. You realized McCree had taken offense to what you'd said when you meant no harm by it. I should apologize. You resolved to clear the air because as far as you knew, this oddly charming man was risking his life to protect yours.

As you were about to speak up, a hand snaked from behind you and tightly clamped over your mouth. Your eyes widened and you put up a struggle against your assailant's muscled form.

Your panicked muffles reached McCree, and he turned readily with his revolver aimed.

"She's right you know. Bright red makes you easier to spot, McCree." A deep, masked voice resounded so loudly in your ears, escalating the fear thrumming in your chest. "And I'd put that down if I were you. I can break her pretty little neck in an instant."

To your surprise, McCree chuckled and slowly lowered his firearm to appease the hostile man. "Listen here, partner. We're on the same side last I checked. I had her where I wanted her, then you had to come along and ruin my little plan. I'm under orders to bring her into HQ. You know the old man needs her alive for something."

Your assailant seemed to have bought from what McCree was saying because his grip on you loosened.

You looked at the man you'd been following for the past several hours with wide eyes, astonished. Was McCree truly betraying you?

"I'll make you a deal, how's about we bring her in together? I could use a raise since he put a hefty demand for this little one."

The stranger held your wrist in his crushing grip. You looked your assailant over silently as he took up a spot next to you. He was dressed like a military personnel, wearing all black. A black helmet and a ballistics mask covered his head. Not even an inch of skin was exposed.

The next thing you heard was a sound as loud as thunder. It surprised you enough to make you scream as the man next to you suddenly crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

"Sorry, partner. No can do." You heard McCree as the high-pitched ringing in your ears subsided. "Let's go, Miss. There are probably more of them around."

McCree grabbed your hand and forced you to follow along. His pace was quick as he led you through the small path he made earlier. The continuous sound of crashing water grew louder and louder, and soon enough, a waterfall appeared in your view.

He brought you to a small cave behind the curtain of  falling water. Its interior adequately lit by the dimming daylight, you were able to see that it had been occupied before. There was even a sleeping roll next to an inactive campfire.

The whole time you followed him, you were too stunned to ask him questions. It seemed like he knew a lot more than what he initially told you.

"I need to get rid of our tracks. Stay here," He sat your dazed self down on a rock that appeared worn and smooth enough to be a makeshift chair.

You crossed your arms in an effort to calm yourself. Looking down, you noticed the splatters of blood on your white blouse and gray skirt.

When McCree had found you, he'd flashed a government official's badge, explained that your life was in danger, and demanded that you stuck by him until he could guarantee your safety. What he didn't do was give you time to prepare for your travels. You were without luggage and toiletry. The purse you carried only held your keys and wallet, but such things were of little use out in the hot Californian wilderness.

Wordlessly, you took off your flats to give your feet some respite. You wished you could do the same to your blouse and skirt, and then step in the waterfall to rinse the blood and sweat off of your body. But the strange man protecting you would return soon. Uneasiness churned in your gut and you tried to understand why your life was really in danger. You never did ask him what he knew of your situation.

It felt like hours have passed, yet McCree still hasn't returned. Worry crept its way up your gut. And sitting around, left to your own thoughts weren't helping you calm down. While you waited, you had started a fire for lighting and even did a little housekeeping in the cave. You had a feeling you were going to sleep here tonight.

"Wow." In the middle of your pacing, you heard McCree's deep voice. That Southern drawl dismissed your fears and worries in an instant, replacing them with an unexplainable longing. Like you missed him, despite him only being gone for a short time. "I wouldn't have guessed you'd be able to start a fire."

He stood at the entrance of the cave, a sheen of sweat covering what you could see of his skin. Your face lit up instantly upon sight of him. It took a lot of self-restraint to not run to the man and throw your arms around him as relief washed over you.

You cleared your throat and reset yourself, realizing that you were probably showing the overexcitement on your face. "You must have thought I'm some pampered miss prim and proper."

Becoming a UN ambassador and a humanitarian officer have made you a resourceful person with knowledge of survival. But because you were always dressed nicely, because you presented yourself properly, many misjudged you. McCree included.

He chuckled. And the sound did something to you. Well, first it made you kind of annoyed because it sounded like he was belittling you. Second, it made a tight and tingly feeling grow in your belly. Which in turn also annoyed you.

"What's so funny?" You demanded of him, watching him as he walked to the campfire.

"Nothing." He answered, removing the heavy red fabric covering his upper body. You watched him wordlessly, observing the armor that covered his torso, noting his bionic left arm, and spotting the thick veins in his exposed bicep that split as they ran down his forearm, his hand. It made you want to see him without clothes on, and you mentally slapped yourself for it.

Silently, he unhooked the plate of metal protecting his torso and placed the heavy-looking object on the rock near him. Beneath the armor was a tan collared shirt that covered his broad chest and rounded shoulders. He'd definitely been hiding his muscled form instead of flaunting it like most men would.

After he unequipped his burden, he looked at you and took off his hat. "You best get some rest. We got a long day tomorrow."

Your jaw tightened. Right now, he was definitely treating you like a child and you couldn't help but allow the anger to manifest in your chest. Staring him down, you shook your head. "That man you killed earlier... he thought you were his buddy." You took a deep breath before continuing, "I need to know what's going on. Who are you really? How do I really know you have my best interest at heart?"

His dark brown eyes bore into yours, smoldering. You felt your anger dissipating into another feeling entirely. Desire, perhaps... even lust. "I'm your best chance at staying alive, darlin'. Maybe you should be a little nicer to me."

You fought to stave off inappropriate thoughts as you made your demand. "I want answers."

He set his hat down, never breaking eye contact with you. His lips, however, were pressed into a firm line. He said nothing.

"Fine," You sighed. "I'm leaving." You started for the cave's exit. Just as you brushed past him, he grasped your arm with his gloved hand.

"Wait," McCree beckoned, drawing your body close to his. He looked straight into your eyes, his face mere inches away from yours. "You ever heard of Blackwatch?"

Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden jerk. You felt heat radiating off of him, seeping into your skin, and further into your core. It made your heart race and your skin buzz.

"Yes," you replied numbly. You knew of the covert operations of the disbanded faction. Its end was all your older coworkers ever spoke of. You fought against the heated sensation in your gut, and strained to maintain your wits as you gazed into the depths of his dark eyes.

"I was a part of it years ago." He confessed, searching your face for any kind of reaction. "The one who wants you was also the man who recruited me into Blackwatch. I can attest to how dangerous he is. You, darlin', are safer here with me."

You maintained a stoic expression, despite how close you were to him. The scent of pine and teakwood mixed with the smell of cigar smoke infiltrated your senses. It made you lightheaded.

After a brief pause, you inquired softly, "Why does he want me?"

His reply you weren't prepared to hear.

"Why does any man want you?" His expression softened, while his eyes grew darker with desire. "You're accomplished, young and probably naïve. Think of what he could do if he got you at his side. Especially with your position in the UN."

You remained silent, realizing that he was partly coming onto you. And it didn't make you uncomfortable or embarrassed. In fact, it did the opposite. It excited you to learn that he was attracted to you the way you were to him.

"You're easy on the eyes, too. So that's a plus." He gave you a lopsided smile, almost a smirk. "I'm surprised you're not taken yet."

You were silence stricken by the fact that he also knew about your relationship status.

"It's probably 'cause you're picky, right?" He teasingly asked. His voice was soft. And you could smell the lingering cigar scent from his breath. Somehow, it made you want him even more. And before you realized it, his lips were incredibly close to yours.

"If I was picky, I wouldn't be so attracted to you." You answered bravely, honestly. You didn't give him a chance to reply before you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. It was fierce and it was consuming.

Before you realized, your back met the smooth surface of the cave wall as McCree pinned you against it with his muscular form. His palms flattened against the wall on either side of your head as he leaned into you. You felt his hardness pressing against you and his radiating heat flowing into your core. And you let out a muffled moan when your legs went weak. In that moment, you had no concern beyond what you were experiencing now. The rush of blood coursing through your veins, the fire blooming in your core, the stark desire that had you grasping fistfuls of his shirt.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, his brow furrowing as his gaze traveled from your eyes to your passion bruised lips. "You don't know what you're gettin' yourself into. I'm supposed to be protecting you, not... this."

It seemed like he wanted to stop before it got too far. You saw the hesitation in his eyes and you intended on erasing it. "I know exactly what I'm getting myself into. Are you worried that I might grow attached to you?"

"...I'm worried about growing attached to you." You were astonished at how honest he was being. It only fueled your desire for McCree. He went on to say, "If we continue this, darlin', you might have a cowboy chasin' after you for a while."

A smile bloomed on your lips and you pulled him back in for a kiss. This time, the hunger in your kiss was more evident. Your hands traveled to the buttons of his shirt, quickly unfastening them. In a moment's passing, he was completely shirtless, firm and trim muscles revealed. This time, it was you who broke the kiss. You eyed the length of his well-sculpted torso, finally settling your gaze on the strain in the crotch of his slacks.

You raised a brow at his belt-buckle before unfastening it. Lifting your gaze, your eyes met his. "You gonna let me do all the work, mister badass motherfucker?"

For a moment, he sported a dazed look after hearing the expletive leave your mouth. "No, I suppose not." He chuckled and raised his hands to undress you. The look in his eyes turned predatory as he saw your exposed neck and collarbone. His agile hands undid your blouse and left it a crumpled heap on the ground.

He hiked up the hem of your skirt, exposing your upper thighs and panties, as your fingers unzipped the fabric of his slacks. Easily he slid off the thin fabric covering your sex while looking into your eyes with need. "Sure you want this?"

"Positive." You ran a finger over the bulge in his pants before giving it a light squeeze. As you freed his erection from his underwear, a low growl rumbled in McCree's throat. The shaft shot up, jutting from his body with all its length and thickness. The skin of his flesh felt smooth and hot under your fingertips. Under your touch, it twitched with need in its hardened state.

"We barely met and you're already drivin' me crazy," McCree leaned in, whispering intimately and pressing his mouth against the side of your neck, against your pulse. He brought his thigh against your parted ones, firmly pushing the muscled limb into your center. He grasped your buttocks and brought your hip closer to his as he ground you against his thigh.

The sensation of the contact sent your senses spinning. When you turned your head to gasp for air  at the delicious feeling, he seized the opportunity to trail kisses down the side of your neck to the soft contours of your breasts. Somehow, with a maneuver of his mouth, he managed to free your nipples from the cups of your bra.

You felt his tongue running over your nipples in teasing strokes, wetting them with spit before he closed his mouth over one. Wrapping an arm low around your waist, he continued the grinding motion against your pussy, while his freed hand began to knead and squeeze your breast.

You arched in his hold, feeling the pressure between your thighs building acutely, multiplied rapidly by the pleasure his mouth and hand brought you. "Oh, Jesse," You moaned, your head spinning as you shut your eyes tightly. You were climbing towards an orgasm.

McCree felt his erection tighten painfully when he heard you moan his name. With his bare hand, he reached down between your thighs, withdrawing his leg. You jerked gently upon the skin-to-skin touch. Moisture coated his fingers as they glided over your heated flesh. And another low growl rumbled in his throat when he saw how aroused you were for him.

Grinding his teeth to control the violent pulsing in his groin, he plunged his tallest finger into the hot sheath between your thighs. The sensation of being filled forced another pleased moan out of you. Then he eased in another finger, before moving them rhythmically, alternating the gliding strokes, curling them to hit that special spot.

"Mmh, Jesse," you gasped at the electrical jolt you felt when he curled his fingers within you, curling towards him. The pressure grew unbearable each time he did, and suddenly, it burst. You threw your head back, your whole body trembled as waves of orgasm rode through you. The walls of your pussy clenched around his fingers as a flood of moisture gushed over his hand.

McCree lifted his head to watch you, stunned by the beauty of your surrender. Astounded, he felt a wave of possession so fierce, so overwhelming, his legs nearly buckled beneath him as you came around his fingers.

After your consuming orgasm, he set you on your feet and made sure you were steady before letting you go. To your surprise, he brought his fingers up to his mouth to taste you. He smirked when your eyes went wide at his action. "Darlin', you have no idea what you do to me."

That taunting smile on his lips made you want him all the more, even after the orgasmic pleasure he ignited in you with just two fingers.

"Then I want you to take it," You found yourself saying, challenging him. You turned to face the wall, then bent your body at the waist, bracing yourself against the wall for support. With your free hand, you spread the back of your upper thigh, offering him your soaked cunt. "I want you inside me, Jesse."

He didn't wait. Grabbing his painfully throbbing cock, he pressed the fat knob against your soaked folds. Strong hands grasped your hips as you felt him shift and probe your entrance with his tip. Excitement and fear mingled in your blood, and you braced the wall with both arms this time, lowering your head between them as you anticipated his thick length inside you.

McCree groaned through clenched teeth when he plunged inside you, feeling your body tighten around him. Your whole body practically fluttered as he pushed his entire length inside you. His broad length spread you around him, bringing about a mixed wave of pleasure and pain as you adjusted to his size. You couldn't stem the sounds escaping your lips at the heady sensation. You panted, moaned, and shuddered, and it was all feeding his passion.

He pressed his body against yours, his firm abs and strong thighs pressing against your behind. He held your body close as you adjusted to his girth, as you tried to not pass out at how incredible the feeling was. "You alright, [Y/N]?"

"I'm in heaven," You bit your lip, feeling your heart skip a beat at his genuine concern for you. "Go on, don't stop."

He drew his cock back until its head strained against your entrance, making your breath shudder and your whole body tremble. When he drove into you, the sound made from your bodies colliding was a damp slap. And for the first time, you realized that you'd never been this turned on for someone before.

He repeated the thrusting motion again and continuously, filling you, shaking you to your core. Each thrust was marked by the sound of skin meeting skin violently. He never pulled out completely when he drew back, and when he plunged back in, you heard how lewd the noises were between your thighs.

Your breaths were full of moans as he continued to fuck you relentlessly, his thrusts hard and gratifying. You were close to your climax, and you could hear it in his breath that he was too. The sounds of your bodies meeting each other with each thrust, along with his heavy pants and grunts, and your own moaning, drove you closer and closer to the edge.

Until you let yourself fall over. You came. Hard. The walls of your cunt clenched violently around McCree as he fucked you. A flash of heat flooded your stomach, spreading throughout your limbs.

Instead of slowing down, he did the opposite. His thrusts grew into fast, heavy stabs, squeezing into your core. And when you heard him moan with you, as he pressed his body against you, you realized that he was cumming inside you. You could feel his cock twitching and straining within, and somehow, it felt satisfying.

When he with withdrew out of you, he spun you around and covered your body with his own, pressing you against the wall. Between pants, Jesse McCree looked into your half-lidded eyes, "You, darlin', are full of surprises." Grasping your cheek gently with his hand, he pulled you in and kissed you deeply.