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Hanzo, whose mind was keen on leaving, did not expect anything special to be waiting for him when he exited the bathroom. That is why he blindly says while opening the door and stepping out onto the (somewhat) clean floors. "Jesse I must trouble you for something. Do you have any…" With wide eyes, Hanzo stops mid sentence. It was different. The bedroom was completely different then he had last seen it. Blinking a couple times, Hanzo had to do a double take of the room.

The bedroom was clean of all the visible garbage that had littered it and had actual room to walk in it. No more piles of dirty clothes and junk. Beer bottles gone along with the overfull waste basket were also gone. The air didn't smell like cigar smoke or McCree's cologne anymore but of cheap lavender Lysol. In which the cowboy must have sprayed little too much as the window was cracked letting in the cool air in. Leaving the dimly lighted room much colder than the red walls let on. As for the bed. It was actually made neatly with what looks to be clean bedding. Pillows had cases too.

All this effort in such a short time astounds Hanzo. He wonders how on earth the cowboy managed to do this.

Anyway looking over the room, there were quite a few things out of place. Hanzo notes this as he walks over to the bed setting down his clothes. There was no McCree to be seen. No noisy cowboy clicking around his boots. Hanzo found it odd he wasn't there. Second thing is that the room's lights were dimmed. It made the space far more enclosed and cut off which was strange as the bedroom sat above a noisy bar. Lastly, there seem to have an extra chair at the desk in the corner of the room. The chair was out of place as it looked like it belonged to the bar downstairs and not in a bedroom.

Silently, Hanzo waits for McCree as he wasn't so sure what was going on. So he sits down on the made up bed with his back to the door. With his damp towel, that he brought with him from the bathroom, he dabs his wet hair with it. All in the attempts to dry it. It wasn't any hair dryer that's for sure, but it was his only option.

Scanning the room from where he sat, Hanzo spots small gray spheres littered around the room. He hadn't noticed them before, because of how dark the room was. They were everywhere: in the windowsill, on the desk and even on the side tables. They were not very big as one could fit in the palm of your hand and each hovered an inch off the ground. Hanzo wasn't sure if they were always there or not; that being said he only saw the room once so he wasn't sure. He was somewhat tempted to pick one up and investigate. However, he opted to stay where he was and dry his hair quietly.

Good thing as the silence didn't last long. A click of the door along with the sounds rustling plastic bags being set down brakes the stillness. Hanzo didn't need to look behind him to know who it was. He only continues to dry his hair. Feeling no need to address the man as Hanzo was confident that the cowboy will surely start running his mouth any second. He waits for that familiar voice to call out to him.

Strangely enough, McCree does not utter so much as a word. Making Hanzo all too curious about what the man was doing behind him. Letting the towel fall onto the bed beside the man, Hanzo gives out a breathy sigh before slightly turning to face the man, but something amazing caught his eye before he could do so. The dark room before him slowly lit up as those gray little spears started to glow dimly. On at a time which gave a still room a soft atmosphere that it was very much lacking. McCree who doesn't give Hanzo the luxury of taking in the room. He had other plans and was already on the move.

Click. Click. Click. Hanzo heard the cowboy's boot heels tap across the hardwood floor. Coming up fast on Hanzo right side. Before Hanzo could react, he feels the presence of the man leaning over him. Stirring him to snap his head up to face the looming presence. And then the trap was sprung. The bed sinks at the weight of McCree's metal hand being press into the mattress. The warm dry palm of his real hand tangles up in the wet black locks of Hanzo's hair. Hanzo's mouth gets hooked onto the others' with the sudden, but pleasant, surprise. The faint taste of stale cigarettes washes over his tongue. A taste he was longing for without even realizing it. The type of longing that made him an addict with the addition to the man's nicotine kiss. It left him breathless once they depart for a single frame.

The old tobacco spit was a sticky bitter wash in Hanzo's mouth. Disgusting. That is what all his senses say and yet… It left him needing his next fix as he willingly gets lost in the second hit. Burying his mouth against the cowboy's. Bitterness turns to bittersweet on the tip of his tongue. A bittersweet taste that the nicotine kiss brought on tingles on his lips. All while the cowboy pushes for further action by pinning him down on the bed. With the weight of the man on top of him and the placebo high from the man's smoking habit got Hanzo's heart racing. A swirling nervousness swells in the pit of his stomach. Nervousness soon shivers up to the tips of his fingers and toes. Never did he felt this way before when McCree touched him.

And just like that, it was over as fast as it started. McCree parts ways from Hanzo's lips leaving him staring bright eyed back at him. The feverish feeling stills linger inside him. Slightly confused by McCree's actions or more of lack of action, Hanzo asks him. "What are you doing?" Realizing what he asked wasn't what he meant at first, Hanzo quickly fixes his question. "No I mean. What was that for. No. Why did you do that?"

Right after his correction he goes silent as Hanzo was stunned. He could not move nor look away from the cowboy's stare from above him. Those eyes like a mousetrap and Hanzo was the mouse. And what felt like minutes was only a seconds as the cowboy says to Hanzo in a hushed voice. "I thought it was a good start in trying to convince ya to stay a bit longer," Hanzo, with his eyes scanning over McCree's face doesn't say anything. More than that, he was thinking or even trying to reason with himself why this was a stupid idea to stay in a dump like this. He was coming up blank. However, McCree had more to say as he leans down and whispers. "Is it working or do-"

Feeling Hanzo move his head a bit McCree pulls his head back mid-sentence as Hanzo puts his hands on either side of the man's' face. Against his best judgment for McCree hit a weak spot as Hanzo says."You were until you stopped,"

"Is that so, maybe I should shut my trap," McCree follows his own advice as he began to kiss Hanzo's neck.

Hanzo whispers as McCree looks at him for some kind of confirmation what he was doing. "Just do not stop,"

McCree would have said a something smug to that, but it would have gone against his darling's wishes as the dimly lighted room around them seem to fade into something rather intimate.

(Time passes)

It was cold. The Chinese food was cold by the time Hanzo actually had it in his hands. The white takeout container filled to the brim with Mongolian beef. His favorite as the cowboy wasn't lying earlier about how Hanzo would only eat the same thing over and over again when it came to Chinese food. It was not a hard guess for the cowboy that's for sure. I mean even thought it was cold he was still going to eat it as he stuck his chopsticks in for his first taste. Which his first taste was not very good. Hanzo presumes that would happen when you decide to fool around with a cowboy first and think about dinner second.

It was late too as the small digital alarm clock neon numbers state it was 10 o'clock already. Later then what Hanzo honestly wanted to be. Seeing how, admittedly, he was enjoying McCree's accompany. Also the fact he didn't really want to stay at the bar problem seem to be disappearing out of his mind. This tends to happen a lot lately for Hanzo for he gets wrap up and swept away by the cowboy. Time ticks away. The more the numbers count away the more he found himself sluggish. Not tired. No. He had stood up four days straight before. So he knew what tired felt like. This wasn't a tired feeling, but merely a bit slow. If anything he became more relaxed. Which he failed to do before in the shower.

McCree passed him that very expensive bourbon, he had gifted to the man that day. Even though bourbon whiskey wasn't his alcohol beverage of choice, Hanzo gladly accepts a swig from it. Out of politeness and, well his Chinese food wasn't all that good, this time around, seeing how it was cold. So Hanzo welcomed the warm sip to wash it down from that misfortune of cold Mongolian beef.

Passing the bottle back to McCree, the two sat in bed with covers at the base of their stomachs. Clothes that were once on were now scattered on the floor. Ruffled messed up hair on both of their heads told a story, but not as notable and telling as the cowboy hat being adorned upon Hanzo's head rather than the others. Though the scars and scrapes that mark up each other skin from countless run-ins with the bad folk and trouble. They seem rather comfortable in leaning slightly against one another. Sharing their warmth with each other in reminisce of earlier in the day.

With a deep inhale and then a refreshing sounding sigh. McCree complements the bourbon in a hardy tone. "Now that is the good stuff right there,"

Having tasted it for himself, Hanzo dryly states. "It is sub par to say the at least, but it does it's job no less,"

"Ya think ya so fancy with them critiques of your eh?" McCree says not in a cruel way, but playful banter. "Yer the one who bought it,"

Hanzo quickly glances at McCree in the corner of his eye only to say. "Yes, I bought it for you, and not for me. Also, I was just stating an opinion,"

"Yeah wouldn't expect anything less coming from you, crabapple," McCree says leaning little more on the man next to him.

"What are you implying, Jesse?"

"Oh nothing really, other than the fact you tend to state your opinion on everything," McCree then points out. "A negative one most of the time,"

Hanzo turns to face the man and replies. "Negative? More like realistic commentary,"

"As you say," McCree then suggests. "But have ya ever tried being a bit more positive?"

"Hmmm," Hanzo muffled as he thought the comment itself need no answer.

"No, No, just give me your best smile. Come on now, Crabapple. The first step to being positive is to be happy right?"

Hanzo rolled his eyes at the cowboy. He thinks McCree's logic was unfounded. Though, he did follow through with the suggestion for sake of pleasing the man. From a boring looking expression Hanzo gave a nonetheless halfhearted toothy smile. Clearly, a fake as can be for was not genuine happiness spread across his face. But a very unenthusiastic and semi-passive aggressive look.

"Ah yeah, I think ya gonna have ta work on that one there hoss,"

"Sure, I'll keep that in mind," Hanzo says shoving his elbow in the cowboy's side as he turns away. "Next to getting to like breakfast food and above enjoying outdated 1980's music,"

"Not liking Guns N' Roses or Bon Jovi is a personal insult to me and music,"

"It is 2076 Jesse," Hanzo snaps at him. "You should feel insulted for listening to 96-year-old music,"

"Well at least I'm not a killjoy," McCree, with his chopstick at the ready, snatches a piece of beef out of the box. All in the means to annoy his companion.

"Oi!" Hanzo snaps at the man for purging his rather unsatisfying food. The idea of Hanzo was going to eat the entirety of the box was another issue entirely, however, he didn't like vultures snagging it away from him. It was the principle of the ordeal.

McCree with a cheeky smirk plays dumb. "Ain't gotta clue what you're fussing about,"

"Dumbass," Hanzo mutters as he takes another rather unenthusiastic bite of Chinese food. Seeing how that bite was worse than the previous, Hanzo hands off to McCree. "Here just take it, if you wanted it,"

"Hogwash. I think whatever cow they got to make this went belly up and rot before putting it into a pan," McCree, who had the taste of bad food from his mouth, grins an honest smile.

"It does taste off," Hanzo giving the man reassuring nod, before pulling the box away from him. Looking down to the container, Hanzo found his appetite diminishing the more he looked at the pile of cold beef. Deicide he had his fill he puts the white box on the nightstand beside the bed. Though the lack of appetite did not affect his lack of words as Hanzo says to McCree. "However, you were the one who stole a piece. I believe this is called karma,"

"I just trying to get under yer skin," McCree says taking another swig of bourbon. "I guess that backfire on me hmm, sweetpea?"

"Despicable," Hanzo says with a board face. He then questions the cowboy who was a bit tipsy judging by the how much of the bourbon whiskey was missing from the bottle. "Then I must ask, why on earth would you want to get under my skin? Because of the music comment or what? I'm not taking it back you know,"

"I find the better question to ask is why not, sweetpea?" McCree wrapped his arm around Hanzo. "Once for the music and two for the show."

"Nani?"

"Haha, how should I put it? I reckon I find ya endearing when you get annoyed by small oddities and what nots.'

"Really," Hanzo says a tad unsure how to take the man's words as either a bad thing or a good thing. "Oddities?"

"Yup," McCree nuzzles against Hanzo before giving an example. "I mean remember the time when you couldn't remember the English word for arrow,"

"Do not start this up again," Hanzo barks. The bridge of his nose crinkles a bit as he remembers the event all too clearly. "That was year ago,"

"But ya kept crowing on and on trying to get me to tell you the word," McCree continues clearly enjoy hearing himself talk. "You kept shaking one of your arrows in front of me. I was dying of laughter before Genji had to rune my fun in telling you because you're going to wring my neck,"

"Jesse," Hanzo calls to the cowboy who was having a ball at Hanzo's expense.

"You wouldn't even talk to me all day, not to mention that whole week," McCree recounts. "You were so mad at me,"

"Jesse,"

"That part wasn't too fun, though," McCree gives a very faint smile. "Ya made it a real lonely week for me. Not like I didn't deserve it, haha,"

"... "

"I remember it like it was yesterday," McCree says leaning his head on Hanzo's shoulder. "Walking up to your house in the rain and knocking on your front door like a wet stray dog I was. You wouldn't even answer it. So I just sat on the front step, for a god knows how long, thinking about how badly I fucked things up. Only for ya to come wake me up because apparently, you weren't even home," McCree gave a weak sigh as his eyes soften at the memory he was recounting. "I was completely wet to the bone, and you were kind hearted enough to invite me in and make me something warm to drink. Though you were still pissed at me,"

"...Jesse," Hanzo calls to him once more and this time catching McCree's attention.

"Eh, sorry sweetpea. I guess I went on a tangent," McCree apologies. "What'cha need?"

Hanzo with an almost sad sounding voice, which he didn't mean it to sound sad, but just happen as he says."I love you," Not leaving enough time for the cowboy to react. Hanzo promptly states after. "Even when you aggravate me to no end or when I am cold to you. Please do not think that I do not care for you,"

"I love you too, but where's this coming from sweetpea?" McCree asks.

"I believe I neglected to tell you that I was just as lonely as you were that week, however, I did not care to admit it at the time," Hanzo mutters. "The idea of not talking to you hurts, but my own misguided judgment tends to blind me," Taking off the cowboy hat, Hanzo looks at it for a moment before simply placing it back on McCree's head. "So please do not take my silence or anger at face value,"

McCree stunned a bit by the words for a second, only to dip his head down. His hat slumps along with it, covering his eyes a bit. A low chuckle came up from his chest and out his nose giving it a winded feel. "How can I?" Before turning to kiss Hanzo McCree says. "I think that's one of the things I love most about you,"

After the quick peck on the lips, Hanzo looks away in thought for only a second. His eyes then strolls back up to meet the others staring at him. No words come to mind as he sighs before giving McCree, this time, a genuine smile. Still, somewhat mopey look to it, but just how his face rested. McCree knew this and so his heart soared at the expression. Leading him to give Hanzo another kiss out of a need to capture that fleeting look.

Soon the sweet moment pass as McCree remember something he wanted to ask, but not before he puts his hand on Hanzo head out of pure need to mess with the man's hair.

"I have been meaning to ask ya somethin," McCree starts out while twisting the strands around his fingers.

"Yes?" Hanzo questions back while he closed his eyes. He was enjoying the somewhat massaging feeling from McCree's fingers.

"Weren't ya reading a book earlier?"

"Yes, I was," Hanzo says and then opens his eyes giving the cowboy a glance. "Why do bring it up?"

McCree ignores the question to ask a better one. "And didn't ya show me your pockets were broke?"

"Again yes, but you…" Hanzo tents up for a moment before falling backward on the bed. He then curses to his misfortune,"Kuso,"

"I thought so because I thought it was kinda strange,"

"It is probably back in the park lying on the ground,"

"Don't worry, I got a solution to yer predicament," McCree says resuming his love. "If you care to hear me out that is,"

"Please enlighten me then,"

"It's simple," McCree grins. "We just gotta go on a second date to the bookstore. Problem solved,"

"Of course you would say that," Hanzo groans with a somewhat amused tone. He shouldn't have expected anything else really. With a big sigh, Hanzo puts his hand upon his forehead. Looking to the old water damaged ceiling and ceiling fan, Hanzo feels the cowboy slump down beside him. "What am I supposed to do with you," Hanzo whispers to himself.

"Watta ya muttering under your breath?" McCree says scooping up Hanzo with his arms and then pulls him closer. "Hmm?"

"Nothing,"

"Oh really, nothing? Nothing at all?" McCree whispers in Hanzo ear before burying his nose into his black hair. McCree then comments aloud, even though it was more to himself."Your hair always smells so good,"

"Maybe 8,"

"8?" McCree questions the oddness of Hanzo's reply. "Watta ya mean by 8?"

"No I believe it was 9," Hanzo corrects himself all while confusing the cowboy further. McCree feels Hanzo shift around a bit in his arms before turning himself right round to face the man. "9 is when they open,"

Giving Hanzo a very confused face before thinking aloud, McCree guess. "Bookstore?"

"And it closes at 8, but on Sundays, it closes at 6," Hanzo informs McCree. "All be gone the first and second week of next month, so next Sunday,"

"Sounds like a date to me," McCree winks. "Next Sunday it is then,"

"Wednesday afternoon for a visit,"

"Naturally," McCree smiles. "As long you got more of those biscuit things,"

"Chinsuko?"

"Yup,"

"Eh fine…" Hanzo gives a sigh before requesting. "And next Monday… you will see me off,"

"Wouldn't dream of missing it, sweetpea,"

"Arigatō,"Hanzo closes his eyes for a moment feeling his cowboy's warm embrace. Before, the idea of laying in this bed was skin crawling, but now it was something to be desired. Only if there was a tall rugged man that he fell for was lying there with him. This is all Hanzo could wish for at the moment. The arrowhead necklace came shooting up in his mind, only for Hanzo to feel like it was outshined by his realization. A realization that seems to happen every time he feels his time was running out. Over and over again that he never seems to remember until it is sprung upon him. That the best gift he could ask for was something intangible. You see, being in his loves presence in such a quiet matter where nothing seems to be happening is truly something marvelous. Even more so, with a realization that this would end eventually made his heart ache for the gift he really wants is time.

However, sad it maybe, he knew that was an impossibility. Though it never stopped him from pretending for a little while longer that this date would never end. Hoping to never have to say good-buy to the man he loved. Yes, for just a little while longer.

Author's note* Last chapter omg, this took so long. Are you proud of me. It's done. Sorry it took so long, collage is killing me with all the papers im doing. 3: There are going to be more fanfictions at a better pace now, or I hope, cuz I've got my routine down flat now for school. Plus I got some started that I think you'll will love. Again thank you for all the wonderful reviews too, and for giving me the much needed encouragement to write on. I love you all. And thank you again.