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Downfall: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Jesse McCree x Fem!Reader

Chapter 7: What Big Claws You Have

"To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty; But, to this man, it is a deadly curse." ~ Wolfman Jack

“McCree!” Reyes called out for him.

The night ops commander tried to grab onto Jesse’s arm as he fled, barely managing to snag a hold of the cowboy’s bicep by the skin on his teeth just before the fabric slipped from his fingertips. Jesse fled down the hallway, scrambling around the corner quickly and retreated back to his room. He could hear Reyes calling out for him, telling him to hold up, but Jesse needed to flee.

He nearly slammed against his door, hand shaking as he punched in his room’s pin number and almost fell inside when the door parted.

He felt like he was going to vomit.

He pressed his back against the door, hands flat on the metal and head pressing painfully against the cold slab of sliding steel. The room was spinning, tilting with every blink he rapidly took, the corners of his vision were starting to get a little dark. His eyes had started to sting again, the burning sensation flaring with every move his eyes made just like they did moments ago in front of that plant in Moira’s office.

He could feel the contents of his stomach bubbling, he could feel his organs twisting into sailor knots. His chest was tight, it felt like his ribs were going to all pop apart if his chest squeezed any tighter. It felt like he was getting pinned under Reinhardt’s hairy and very sweaty body again but ten times worse.

Jesse stumbled away from the door, barely able to catch himself on his dresser’s edge as his legs nearly gave out from under his brawny weight. His hands clawed at the roughened wood, worn from him carelessly tossing things like his gunbelt to bottles to his heavy ass armor onto it. He pushed himself up, forearms flexing as his back started to burn from the stretch of his muscles.

A low, pained groan forced its way past Jesse’s lips, his mouth hanging just barely open as his temples throbbed.

What the fuck was that plant?

Was he poisoned?

Jesse’s eyes fluttered open, wincing at how much the room was still spinning. He felt like he had just downed an entire bottle of the cheapest liquor the harsh American desert could off, something that could really cut through just about anybody with just one touch on the tongue. His stomach curled and coiled like it had just happened, too, acting as though it could purge itself at any second now.

Jesse forced himself to stand up on wobbling legs, leaning himself off of his dresser until he managed to stand on his own two feet without falling over. His steps were messy, heavy and slow like he was trying to walk on a tightrope to his bed. It looked like a cloud sent straight down from heave in his eyes.

Sleep.

That’s what he needed: Sleep. He would sleep and he would feel a whole lot better when he woke up.

It felt as though time had dripped on like hardened honey, every step felt like it took forever in his distorted vision until he finally reached his bed.

He collapsed against it, legs giving out on him once again as he basically fell face first against the covers. His body felt suddenly warm all over, the thick flannel beneath him cradled him like he was a baby, softly soothing his hazy mind until it had switched off to darkness.

Jesse suddenly opened his eyes. He was freezing cold, almost as though he had been dunked in a bath of ice cold water just to wake him from his slumber.

Except, he wasn’t sure he was sleeping… At least in his bedroom.

Jesse’s eyes opened up to see the stars above. Trees had speared upwards toward the sky from the corners of his vision, tall pines like spikes against the night blue sky. The full moon sat directly over his head, shining brightly, burning at his eyes the more he stared up at it.

He sat up with a short shout, his bare hands snatching up the soft grass that pillowed beneath him. He rubbed his arms against himself, hugging his body as it shivered in the night’s cold kissing breeze. Looking down, Jesse found that he was not in the uniform he was wearing just as he collapsed on his bed; Instead, he was in his usual sleepwear consisting of a well worn t-shirt and thin flannel sleeping pants. No wonder he was fucking freezing.

Jesse looked over his shoulder, doing his best to ignore the biting cold and how his breath puffs out like smoke before his eyes, looking along the trees that surrounded him as though they would suddenly produce answers with worried eyes. How did he get here? Why was he in different clothes?

Was this a dream?

Jesse felt his heart pounding all over his skin, his ears were full of static as his blood roared in his veins trying to keep him warm. His fingers were starting to feel a little tingly as he tucked them under his armpits for extra warmth.

He had to get out of here… wherever here was.

Jesse finally found it in himself to stand, his legs wobbling as he slowly stood up. He winced at the tightness all over his body, his joints popping and his head started to throb at the temples again.

He started for the trees, managing to get past an overgrown root poking out of the earth when he felt something shift in the air.

A branch snapping somewhere in the woods had Jesse turning on his heel, eyes pinned on the direction the sound had come from just on the other side of the clearing. It didn’t take a second glance to see a single yellow eye cutting through the darkness to scare the shit out of him. It felt like he had just been drowned in another ice bath just from looking at that one eye sitting amongst the tall pine trees.

He watched in horror as a large dog-like foot broke from the darkness and stepped into the clearing, dark claws churning up the dirt and grass as it put its full weight onto it. It slowly stepped out into the clearing, the rest of its body slowly being exposed in the pale moonlight. Jesse backed up further into the trees himself, for the one step the monster took towards him he took five back.

It looked a lot more different than their meeting in Washington.

It looked sickly. Its fur was matted and caked in what Jesse could only describe to be dry blood and possibly pus. Some parts of its body were hairless, completely missing patches while others had thinning fur across the skin, almost as though it had mange. It looked a lot skinnier and more lanky like it hadn’t been eating. There were more scars on its body, especially its face. The muzzle on that thing had horrible scratches carved in, some of its fangs were missing as it snarled at him in the trees. But it was still missing its eye and Jesse could spot the bullet he had shot into its shoulder just barely missing where the throat began.

Jesse nearly choked on his spit as it just stood there watching him. Why wasn’t it attacking him? Why wasn’t it trying to maul him like it did just last month? Why wasn’t it trying to finish the job?

Instead, it just continued to look at him with that fucking creepy ass eye that Jesse really couldn’t look away from. He knew the second he would look away, something would happen.

Jesse found it suddenly hard to breathe the longer he stood there glaring at the beast in front of him. He wasn’t freezing cold anymore, in fact, it was the opposite. His skin felt as though it was burning in the sun despite it being nearly pitch black where he stood.

And then he felt his heart sear inside of him.

Jesse choked on his breath, eyes widening as the air had been suddenly sucked out of his lungs. He tried to shout in pain only for nothing to come out. It felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, right in between his ribs as his lungs ached like they had been punctured. His legs gave out under him, falling to his knees as one of his forearms caught him before he faceplanted into the plush grass. His fingers snatched up the grass, tearing it from the hardened dirt as his back arched and his mouth hung open in a silent scream.

Another throb of his heart, another stabbing feeling-

But this time, Jesse found the air to cry out in agony.

He felt miserable.

Gloved fingers rubbed at exhausted eyes, pinching at the space between his brows as a soft groan emitted from the back of his throat. His mouth was drier than the dusty desert he once called home, his head was foggier than a night on the beach after it rained. There was still a dull pounding at the back of his skull, his temple still flared with pain when he grit and ground his back teeth.

The noises of the mess hall only made it worse. All of the talking and laughing and the scraping of metal utensils on ceramic plates, it grated at his ears and dwindled down his thinning nerves. Why did everything feel so loud all of a sudden?

Jesse pulled his cup of scalding hot coffee closer to him by the rim, nearly splashing out the dark liquid from how rough he was. Coffee was probably the last thing he needed right now save for the cigarettes he had just smoked right before coming in here, but he needed something to keep him up after the nightmare that had woken him up in the middle of the night.

It felt too real for comfort. Jesse swore he could still feel the stabbing pain in his chest whenever he would move a certain way, especially when bending over.

He blinked slowly, moving his hand away from his face as he looked around the mess hall filled to the brim with Overwatch agents. He knew most of them, obviously, but it felt like there were more packed in today than ever. He could make out the few key members mingling with the regular soldiers, but he couldn’t quite make you out in the crowd just yet.

Jesse raised the mug of blazing hot coffee that was literally just made not even two minutes ago to his lips and knocked back at least half of the bitter goodness before setting his mug back down on the table. His throat burned but he really didn’t care. He needed to be awake; If he was awake, he wouldn’t have nightmares like last night.

Right?

Jesse raised his mug again, quickly swallowing the rest of its contents before placing the mug back down and leaning back in his chair, pushing the empty mug to the center of the table to deal with later.

His eyes wandered to the long line for food only getting longer as most of the soldiers went back for seconds by this time - Reinhardt was probably on his fourth plate by now. His stomach turned and twisted at the sight of steaming hot food piled onto plates. He felt ravenous as though he hadn’t eaten in days, but just the thought of eating made him feel sick to his stomach. The smells alone really weren’t helping him at all, but the coffee machine in the Blackwatch wing was currently out of order.

Some of the smells toyed with his nose, smelling like heaven served up on a silver platter. He wanted to so badly devour something right now. Maybe a steak, bloody rare with mashed potatoes and green beans. Just the thought of a big juicy steak made his mouth start to water. The thought of a blue rare steak briefly crossed his mind.

Another mug of steaming hot coffee was placed right in front of him by a gentle hand. Following the striking blue Overwatch uniform sleeve up, Jesse found you attached to it. You had your own cup in your other hand, a soft smile spread across your face.

“Mind if I sit with you, cowboy?” you hummed.

“Please,” Jesse’s voice was soft, barely audible over the ruckus that surrounded you both.

You sat across from him, stirring your coffee with a spoon as you eyed him with worry painted on your face.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?” You weren’t there, you were on a later shift stuck doing paperwork all night long. Jesse missed your presence in his room, in his bed. His heart sank when he woke up and you weren’t there pressed up against him. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I had a bad dream,” he shrugged.

“You’ve been having those a lot lately. Did you tell Angela?” You hesitated before asking the question you knew he wouldn’t like. “Moira?”

Just hearing that woman’s name made Jesse’s skin crawl. He still couldn’t get over what happened yesterday. He spent a good ten minutes looking in his bathroom mirror when he woke up, staring intently at his eyes to see if they would do it again but they never did. What was that fucking plant and why did it do that to him?

“No and hell no.” Jesse sipped at his coffee. “Angela’s busy, I don’ wanna bother her.”

“She’s worried about you.” You stopped stirring your coffee. “I’m worried about you.” Your words made Jesse’s heart sink in his chest to his stomach. Your hand slowly reached out across the table to place itself on to his own. He couldn’t help but look up into your eyes, really seeing how worried you are. “Are you okay? I know you don’t want to talk about what happened, but I know this is all happening because of it. Right?”

“Darlin’, ‘m sorry.”

“You said you were going to tell me what happened, but you never got the chance to. Either you get pulled away or I do. I’m really worried about you Jess. You’ve been acting… weird.”

Your words made the knots in his gut tighten more. He never did get to tell you what happened, how he was basically a human squeaky toy for a big hairy monster and how he’s been having nightmares and weird cravings and all of this weird shit. What even would you say? What could you even do?

“I know, and ‘m so sorry pumpkin.” Your eyes were so full of worry and love that it felt like Jesse had just gotten punched in the stomach. “We’re here now. I can tell ya.”

“You don’t to, I’m just worried is all-”

“No,” he stopped you. He looked around the mess hall, his eyes locking on Moira who was already looking in his general direction. He saw the way she eyed between the two of you, eyes narrowing in thought. It sent shivers down his spine being in her sights. “Let’s go back to our room, I’ll tell ya there.”

Jesse stood up from his chair and offered you his hand which you took quickly. He lead you out of the mess hall, weaving through people and dodging chairs and tables before you both broke free from the noisy crowd. The walk back to your bedroom was mostly silent, just the sounds of both of your boots connecting with the metallic flooring filling the void until you reached his door. Once the door slid open, you both walked in and sat down on the bed next to each other.

Jesse felt like he was going to throw up. Not from pain, but from panic this time. How was he going to explain this to you?

You picked up on his unease, placing your hand right back onto his own as it grabbed at the edge of the bed. Just your touch alone soothed him, his shoulders stopped tensing.

“What happened in Washington, Jess?”

You gave him the beginning, all he needed to do was give you the middle and the end.

“Talon was usin’ an old base for somethin’. Overwatch was investigating but they needed to bring us in. When we got there, it was like a ghost town. Even saw where they set up camp, but it was a wreck. We had to go on foot to the base and it was in worse condition. We all got separated and…” Jesse had to stop. His throat felt dry again, and a little scratchy too. “I found ‘em. I found ‘em all.”

“Overwatch?”

“And Talon.”

Your eyebrows were thrown up as shock overtook your features.

“You don’t mean-”

“Dead. All of ‘em. The entire Overwatch team and probably all of Talon in that base.” Jesse felt sick to his stomach as he thought back. All of that blood splattered across that entire room. All of the gore flashing in front of his eyes like he was still back there. You squeezed his hand, reassuring his racing heart as it pounded in his ears. “I found what killed ‘em all.”

Shock quickly replaced itself with fear on your face. You knew exactly what he meant by ‘what’ not being ‘who.’

“What was in that base?”

Jesse shook his head, his throat feeling like it was closing up as the nightmarish memories haunted his vision. Those wicked claws, those crooked teeth, those putrid yellow eyes. And the smell. Oh God, the smell.

“Some kinda monster they made got out. Killed ‘em all then came after me.”

Jesse wanted to kick himself right in the ass. Why did he say monster? The horrified look on your face said it all. He caught you suddenly staring at his shoulder that he got bit on before looking back at his face.

The reality was starting to settle in Jesse’s gut.

Was it really a werewolf? Was he actually bitten by a werewolf?

Fear stabbed right through him just like in his nightmare as the terrifying thought crossed his mind: Is he going to turn into one?

No. There’s no fucking way. Werewolves are just a myth, a story, a made up thing to put in trashy monster movies. They’re not real. Whatever it was that attacked him was not a damn werewolf. It’s impossible.

He felt your hand caress his face, stroking at his stubbled jaw before turning his face to look at you by his chiseled chin. The moment your eyes met, Jesse felt that raging fear in his heart start to quell. You knew exactly how to calm him down.

He could smell the coffee on your breath, see the exhaustion in your eyes, feel the warmth of your skin on his. Just being here with you felt intoxicating.

There was that sweet smell again, that smell that was like heaven on earth that Jesse swore up and down that it had to be your perfume. It lulled his tense nerves, it fogged up his rattled mind. It smelled of the most luxurious chocolate out there in the world, like the sweetest of wines, like the most delectable fruit that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

He suddenly pressed his lips against yours, shocking you but you didn’t pull away. Jesse’s hands found your waist and tugged you in close, your hands reaching out to grab ahold of Jesse’s uniform for support at the edge of the bed. He nearly pulled you onto his lap before rolling you until your back was on the mattress. He hadn’t made the bed after his fitful sleep from last night, the flannel blanket was a rumpled mess beneath you as he straddled you by the waist. You broke from the kiss, placing your hands on Jesse’s broad shoulders to stop him before he could swipe another kiss from you.

“Don’t you have stuff to do today?” you worried.

“They can wait,” was all he said before his hungry lips found your once again.

You moaned as his rough stubble scratched nicely at your skin, how his hands fumbled with your chest and squeezed your breasts through your uniform. God, he wanted to rip it off of you so badly. He wanted to take you right here and right now but he couldn’t. You were right, after all. He didn’t know how much time he had until someone came to track him down.

Your hands snaked up to Jesse’s hair, knocking off his hat onto the bed and snagging a hold of his hair. Your fingers carded into his thick locks, tugging on the strands that needed a cut, scratching lightly at his scalp as he growled against your lips. He sank his teeth into your bottom lip, begging you to let him in which you graciously offered. Your tongues collided and danced together as he tried to explore your warm mouth. You’ve taken both his tongue and his dick so many times, and every time felt like pure perfection.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips up, getting a rise out of Jesse. He felt his cock start to tingle with life, slowly starting to press up against his boxers the more you moaned and whimpered and sighed as you made out with him. To keep his calm, Jesse snatched at the headboard, his nails biting into the wood as his other hand remained on your breast, kneading it passionately and pinching at your nipple to pebble it. He wanted to lick and bite at your tits so badly, to feel their soft warmth and weight in his hands, to pull such illicit moans from your mouth for him to swallow.

His hand started to cramp up from how tight his hand clamped against the headboard, his fingers started to ache.

A firm knock on the door startled you both, Jesse’s head shooting up to stare at the headboard in front of him and looking directly at his trembling hand clamped over the wood while you tried to calm your breathing.

“McCree, you in there?” It was Reyes, now, at a very, very bad time. “McCree, we need to talk. Get out here.” Jesse went to unlatch his hand from the headboard only to find that his fingertips were hard to remove, tugging back when he pulled on them until they popped out. Fear had quickly shot right through his entire body at the sight of long nails at the end of his fingers, slightly pointed and darker than his natural nail color. “McCree! I’m not gonna say it again!”

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sheep-and-lykos · 2 years

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Downfall: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Jesse McCree x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Chapter 1: The Moon

This Chapter Contains: Oral Sex, Hand Jobs

“A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.” ~ The Howling

The stench of sweat and blood from cracked noses and bruised fingers radiating off of working bodies can wrinkle anyone's nose. Even Jesse's. The stench of the training room may have clung to the insides of his nose, but the stench of being in a notorious gang made Jesse's nose its forever home. Even when he's staring down Reinhardt's monstrous form before him, he could still smell out the haunting reminders of living on Route 66. Dust caring everything, the scent of roadkill being pecked at by vultures, rusting iron of the old diner and even older gas station no longer in use. Hell, the gang members smelled worse than the locker rooms in Overwatch.

But even as Reinhardt towered him even from across the wrestling mat, he longed to be back in his bedroom he shared with you. The warm candles you both had snuck in from your journeys that definitely aren't up to Blackwatch standards. He wished to smell the freshly washed flannel blankets, the soft powdery scents helped ease his aches brought on by training regimens.

It was almost laughable how fast Jesse went down against the giant German man. As soon as Strike Commander Morrison blew the shrill whistle the big man practically trampled poor Jesse, big muscular arms the size of which dwarfs Reinhardt's head wrapped around Jesse and pinned him to the wrestling mat.

Jesse wheezed as the giant squished him to the dirty blue mat, getting a face full of a sweaty, hairy chest. He didn't even have time to react to the man above him, so he laid there and waited for Morrison and Reyes to take mercy on him.

The whistle shrieked once more, and with that, Reinhardt removed himself from Jesse's poor squished body and boasted a loud bark of confident laughter at his victory despite Reinhardt being three times the size of McCree.

Upon being released from his sweaty and hairy jail, McCree sat up with a gasp and coughed harshly, his ribcage no longer being crushed by the giant, and took in the humid air surrounding him in the training room.

Commander Reyes barked out a laugh of his own, not as loud or as long as Reinhardt’s. Jesse shot a short glare towards his commander who just playfully scoffed and scribbled down something on the notepad he plopped down on a spare metal crate.

“Come on McCree, can't you beat Reinhardt?” the Blackwatch Commander laughed.

Jesse clicked his tongue and scoffed light, looking away from his commander to his comrade Genji who was watching him fail, boredom lingered in his cybernetic eyes. Genji only shrugged slightly to the cowboy still sitting on the wrestling mat trying to catch his breath.

“Bah,” Reinhardt boomed, “all he needs is fine German bodybuilding!” he boasted.

Jesse suddenly yelped as he was pulled to his feet by his collar, two of Reinhardt’s gigantic fingers had curled into his collar of his standard issue Blackwatch training gear to lift him off the ground.

“‘M fine!” he huffed, wiping the sweat off of him, gagging on the inside as most of it came from the giant before him.

“Well then, if you’re fine McCree, you can go again against Reinhardt,” Reyes cocked a grin.

Jesse glared at his boss, ruffling a hand through his hair to not make it look like he was just flattened by a giant. Before he knew what hit him, Morrison blew the shrill whistle once more and the giant German knight came barreling at poor Jesse, pinning him to the stale blue wrestling mat once again.

With a glorious flop, the bed bounced under Jesse’s sudden weight with a few squeaks, a low groan radiating from the back of Jesse’s throat. He just wanted to melt into the sheets and never return. The soft flannel drank up his sweat like vampires, the mattress softer than furs under his bulky weight, the light scents of cleanliness easing some of the pain his nose had just gone through.

A soft chuckle stirred his eyes open just a bit, honey brown eyes peering up from their hiding spots in the sheets to see what made the sound. His eyes roamed the room just a bit only to land on the door to the bathroom occupied by the figure of the love of his life.

"Bad day, cowboy?" you purred, leaning against the metal door frame.

The way the sun filtered in through the small bathroom window behind you, illuminating your lovely figure with a golden glow. It made his stomach twist in heated knots; and, if he was being honest, made him feel tingles in all the right places.

"You know it, pumpkin," he sighed.

His large hands fisted the sheets, knuckles curling against soft red and black flannel.

You slowly walked up to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, looking down to see Jesse's half exposed face. Your eyebrows pinched upwards in amusement.

"I heard Reinhardt flattened you quite a lot earlier from Genji. Four times, was it?" Jesse groaned against the sheets much to your amusement. "Is there something I can do to help you, handsome?" you purred lightly.

Jesse froze for a moment when you gently placed a hand on one of his toned biceps, a light shiver running down his still heated spine before he realized what you meant. He pushed himself up by his elbows and laid on his side so he can actually get a good look at you.

You had just gotten out of the shower, your hair still slightly sparkling with water droplets. A silk bathrobe had been tied tightly around you, leaving little to the imagination. He could eye the curve of your breasts, the tie showing the dips of your waist. Just the sight of you made him stir even more.

"You can take care of me, darlin'." There was a slight growl in his voice. He rolled to lay on his back, groaning as he felt his back ache from the day's labors. "Take care of me nice an' good, yeah pumpkin?"

You smiled softly, guiding your hand up his bicep to his broad chest where your fingers traced over the perky muscle of his pectorals beneath the gray t-shirt. He saw your eyes glint with lust as you kept eye contact with his chest, at how the t-shirt is just a big too snug around his chest and framed everything right, hugged all of the right curves and straight edges of muscle.

You playfully glanced back at his face. The look in your eyes sent a tingle from his neck all the way down his spine.

He groaned gently as he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, tenting in his uniform sweatpants.

“We both know you’re being sent out on a little scouting mission in a few hours,” you purred.

“Yeah,” Jesse pressed, “hours, darlin’. Hours. We got time.”

“So we do.”

Jesse groaned in the cavity of his mouth, lips pressed in a straight line. While your one hand occupied him by tracing unknown shapes into his muscular chest, little did he realize your other hand had traced his body along the sheets slowly until you had gotten down to his groin. You had firmly cupped your hand around his tenting erection and squeezed gently at the tight material. Jesse let out a louder groan, lips parting as his head leaned back against the blankets bundled up beneath his head.

He felt you feeling his erecting cock right beneath his pants and boxers, fingertips feeling at all the right places almost as if you knew what to do down to the very last stroke.

“Darlin’, please,” he begged, “I need ya.”

He was starting to sound breathless. One of his hands came to grasp at your waist as the other fisted the sheets until his knuckles were white.

“What do you want me to do to you, Jesse,” you cooed innocently. You dug your fingertips into the waistband of the sweatpants, your hand no longer cupping at his erection. “Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want me to stroke you until you cum?”

Jesse whined at your words. His eyes squeezed shut, grit his teeth.

“Yes,” he moaned.

You slowly peel down the sweatpants, Jesse even lifted his ass up in the air for just a brief moment to allow you to pull down his sweatpants until they bunched at his knees as the hem of Jesse’s shirt had curled up just a bit, revealing the line of dark chocolate hair traveling up from his boxers. You couldn’t help yourself as you chuckled lightly, it was music to Jesse’s ears.

“Lifting your ass in the air just to get your pants off, Jesse? Someone’s horny.”

"Darlin' please," he crooned.

He looked at you with his puppy brown eyes, pleading. He knew you couldn't say no to his eyes.

Your fingertips gently grazed his happy trail, fingernails lightly scratching right above the hem of his boxers. You could see his erection pressing against the plaid design of his boxers. You lowered a hand back down to his erection and palmed him through the fabric until you had finally peeled down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free, already erect.

Jesse suddenly gasped, head curling back into the bunched up sheets. You had placed your lips over the head of his cock only to pop it out. You had licked at the head of his cock for God knows how long, little kitten licks swirling around his head until you had slowly started taking more and more of his cock with every thrust of your head. Jesse cursed under his shaking breath, fingers twitching around the blankets as he fisted them. God, he wanted to bury a hand in your hair just to keep your pretty head right where it was, to have his dick buried in the warm and wet cavity of your mouth. God, how you circled his dick with your tongue had him seeing stars.

He craned his neck up just a bit to see you hunched over his groin, lips wrapped around his thick cock, your eyes gazing up and into his eyes. It sent a shiver down his spine. He groaned and hissed between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut so hard he saw swirls of purple and green in the black void.

You had cupped his balls, gently squeezing them every time you had slowly craned your head down the length of his cock, softly massaging them in small circles. With how warm your hands were from the shower and how hot and wet the cave of your mouth is, he cursed under his breath when he felt the coils in his gut start to turn tighter and tighter until they were starting to feel white hot. His cock twitched in your mouth and he knew you had felt it. He gazed down again at you to see you take him in your mouth again, lips slowly lowering on his shaft until your nose gently brushed up against his tight abdomen.

Jesse was openly moaning by this point, propping himself up a bit by his elbows to watch you better.

Your fingers curled around his balls were working a little faster, massaging them firmly, only making Jesse groan and ache with need and want to cum all over your pretty face and have his seed paint your mouth white.

Jesse shouted as he came, trying to silence himself by biting his tongue. Hot seed spurted into your mouth as he climaxed, your lips still wrapped around the head of his cock until you finally pulled away. As Jesse leaned back against his arms, he hissed when your lips finally parted from him, a trail of saliva breaking quickly. He saw his milky seed drip from your lower lip, milky white over the nude of your lips before your tongue rolled over for the little beads left.

Jesse’s cheeks were ablaze, his chest aching slightly from how fast he was breathing, his head swimming in pure lust and love for you. All he wanted to do was to flip you over onto the mattress and fuck you until you could only cry out his name. He wanted to be tangled in the sheets with you all day, the mission he was being deployed on was only a little thought at the back of his mind. The sheets drank up the sweat on his skin, sticking to his sweaty body like glue

He shivered when he felt your fingers drift back down to his cock still tingling with a little life. Fingertips danced lightly on his slicked shaft, still glistening with your saliva and whatever of his milky cum you didn’t swallow. Your fingers curled into a ring around his cock, slowly gliding up and down his slick dick, occasionally squeezing the head and base of his cock to spring more life back into it. Jesse groaned as he felt his cock twitch again, prickling with new hopes of climaxing all over your pretty face that you had just washed.

Your other hand had gone to his abdomen, pushing up the bottom hem of his shirt to reveal his stomach and the light defines of his abs. He wasn’t all jacked up like Reinhardt and he wasn’t too soft, he was just right in your eyes.

As you stroked his cock, you had also traced the light definition of his abs, fingers rising softly and dipping down on tanned flesh, admiring his body. You traced the little scars he had gotten from his life of crime to being a hero, mostly bullets grazing him or little burn scars from cigarettes.

Jesse felt his stomach flutter at how soft you were being right now compared to just a few minutes ago where he swore you were trying to suck the soul right out of his cock. He laid there and looked up at you sitting over him, admiring how you looked into his eyes all sweet-like now.

He felt little twinges and twitches stirring his cock, his eyes fluttering at the knowledge that he was going to become all unraveled once again and it hadn’t been too long after he just came in your mouth and down your throat.

Just how gentle you were being was driving him crazy, he fisted the poor sweaty sheets as he panted loudly, your name spilling from his mouth, pleading with you to let him cum again.

You kept up a steady pace, softly jerking him off spurred on by the little pearls of milky white cum that beaded out from the tip of his dick. He needed to cum, he needed you to make him cum.

This time he came with a soft moan, head leaned back against the sheets as he felt your hand let go. He felt the sticky drips of cum fall on his stomach and knew it had gotten on your hands.

You had leaned down, nosing his broad chest down to his abdomen now coated lightly in his cum. Jesse shivered when he felt your tongue lick up a strip from his gut, your warm tongue on his cool and sticky gut felt so nice, it had him seeing stars. You had dug your fingertips into his sides to support yourself, Jesse felt like he was going to cum just from touch alone.

“We should get you cleaned up,” you sat up on his lap. “After all, you are being deployed in a bit.”

“We got time, darlin’,” Jesse grunted, fingertips digging deeper into your bare hips. “You offerin’ to help me?”

“Always.”

Jesse hoisted you up without another word, a shrill laugh erupting from you as he clapped a hand over your ass, carrying you right back into the bathroom.

Jesse watched you from his place on the transport right in front of the wide open doors. You were standing next to Lena waving the small Blackwatch team goodbye, the sun maybe around midday should Jesse consult his watch. The transport was huge, it was meant to get them from the base in Switzerland to a small Overwatch base somewhere in the eastern United States to get them the rest of the way to the west. He honestly didn’t remember what the mission was for exactly, and he didn’t care to get his ass reamed by Reyes for not paying attention or for the terror that was asking Genji or Moira. Jesse gave a single glance over to Genji once more, thinking it over once more on asking him, only to decide against it at the last minute once more seeing the ninja settle into his own little corner of the transport, already attempting to find the energy to try and meditate, blocking out the idiocy of the people surrounding him.

Jesse looked back towards you and saw you wave again, a slight smile still on your face. Lena was still next to you, this time talking to someone nearby with a bright smile.

Only you two knew of the markings painted under Jesse’s standard unit transport gear; Consisting of Blackwatch-Issued military jacket and cargo pants, boots and his gray t-shirt from earlier. All of the hickies and scratches and bruises now forming purples and yellows on his tanned skin hidden behind the same gray shirt from earlier.

“McCree!” Reyes barked, sending the poor cowboy to jump out of fear. “Get your ass in here!”

Jesse gave you one last wink goodbye before the transport doors closed in front of him and the ramp had retracted in.

Jesse turned back around to face the commander who was already wrangling a pile of folders in his arms, trying to sort through them as he stumbled towards the small table off to the side of the transport’s main room. Jesse felt the rumble of the transport coming to life under his feet, and not too long after, the roar of engines, and soon flight.

“Get over here the three of you,” Commander Reyes muttered, turning back fully towards the table to see Moira already there. Even the commander jumped slightly from her being there. “The two of you,” he corrected himself.

Jesse shivered along with his boss at the "good doctor" and her behavior. She always moved like a specter, a ghost of some sorts, freely and loosely yet rigid and strict under hard discipline of her upbringing. Jesse didn't know too much of her life, all he knew was that she was the type of kid to probably destroy an ant hill with a magnifying glass or something. He knew she liked to watch people squirm and tick, and this mission was no different. He had also heard rumors from Overwatch members that she used to work at a university somewhere in the Oasis, a Utopian amongst other universities, she was apparently fired and kicked off the campus for inhumane experimentation with the use of the university’s equipment… But he could never find out anything else.

He heard Genji's all too quiet footsteps, the ninja still needing to get used to the fake attachments from his knees and below, the hard alloy making up his feet always lightly tipping and tapping with every light footstep. He felt the presence of the ninja next to him before Jesse saw him out of the corner of his eye. The ninja always looked so stern and serious, bushy black eyebrows always arched and eyes narrowing at the slightest of things that could annoy him.

"Now that you all are here, it's time to go over all of the details just in case some of you," all three threw sharp gazes at Jesse, "may have forgotten some of the slight details."

McCree paid them no mind as always and eyed the table as Reyes slapped down one folder and peeled it open. Inside were some papers, but it was mostly loose pictures. Some were paperclipped to little notecards. Reyes pointed to one photo, it seemed to be a drone captured image of a little metal building surrounded by wet foliage.

“Sources tell us there’s a small Talon base deep in the woods near Washington’s coastline. Overwatch drones in the area picked up these images of their supposed base, and it seems like they’re still there. Last known activity was when a single hover-truck went into the building,” Reyes pushed forward another photo of said truck, “and never came out.” Reyes moved the third picture to the center. “Conveniently, there is to be a transport escorted by United States officials from an unknown government-owned building. It’s possible it might be coming from a Washington arms factory nearby since they claim to have invented a new kind of energy weapon.” The photo was of the factory, doors sealed tight and lights all around as if it were a prison in the sleepy, rainy depths of Washington.

“Our job is to only scout and try to find out information. No hostile contact as it can render this mission a failure. Should something happen, a small team of Overwatch agents stationed nearby will help us. We cannot risk anything going wrong.” Reyes shuffled folders out from under his arm. “You each will have a folder with your orders. Follow them. Spend the entire transport there to learn what you all have to do.”

Genji had gotten the thickest of the folders as he normally does. Being a trained ninja nearly all of his life would get you positions like that. Moira had gotten the next, average, yet surprisingly not as full as the folders normally are; No doubt her role as the medic for the team was to watch out for the Overwatch team should something happen. Jesse was handed out last, his folder thin. Thinner than usual and it even had him cocking an eyebrow as he opened his folder.

There were a few pages, but what stuck out most wasa sticky note right in the center of the first page, Reyes’ handwriting bold and loud in black permanent marker. ‘Don’t Rush In’ was ordered on the little note. The papers were mostly explaining to stay by Reyes’ side and watch his back should any Talon agents be around, but to mostly be the muscle should shit hit the fan. His usual orders at that.

“Read up and rest up. We have a long night ahead of us,” Reyes commanded.

The soldier turned on his heel and marched off to his own little makeshift office he conducted out of a pretty large cleaning closet. Moira had stalked off to the medical bay below deck and Genji had moved back to his own corner to read, leaving Jesse standing there in the open room, only the sound of the transport cutting through the air at dangerous speeds filling his ears. Jesse had simply decided to try and follow orders, sitting down in a nearby chair and plopping the folder open to read, however, his eyes only caught a few things as the rest were just a buzz in the back of his head.

‘Location: Unknown. Expected around 150 miles West of Seattle.’

‘Occupancy: Fully Occupied. Expected Crew Size: Unknown. Drone Estimates - 46 Members.’

‘Reason For Mission: Possible Robbery of Dangerous Weapons.’

‘Overwatch has administered a team of 22 agents from the North West region of the United States to aid in this mission should something go wrong. The team will be stationed 2 miles south of the targeted area.’

‘Take prisoners if needed.’

The last one stuck with Jesse for a second, briefly remembering his time sitting handcuffed to a metal table, half naked as his shirt was missing and freezing from how cold the room had been kept. He was sporting a bruised cheek and his wrists burned from where he pulled at the handcuffs to try and free himself as if he were a wild animal. He remembered how Reyes looked at him like he was his own son who told the principal to shove it, how Morrison looked at him as a dangerous dog who needed to be put out in the cold. Jesse shivered, he never wanted to go to a time like that.

And when he had first met you. You were just walking down the same hallway as him, all dressed up in your Overwatch uniform wrestling with papers and folders in your arms until you had accidentally dropped them, the pages scattering all over the floor. He had helped you, picking up the pages until your hands had accidentally touched. He remembered that blush on your cheeks, hell, even his cheeks were flaming. He remembered how you stuttered out a little ‘Thank you’ and hurried off to some boring meeting, all nervous like a high-schooler.

Jesse has failed to realize he had spaced out until he suddenly realized Genji’s presence before him, the ninja sitting across from him in the opposite seat. His red eyes narrowed at Jesse, but not in annoyance or anger.

“Do you feel something off about this?” his words cut cleanly.

Jesse cocked a brow.

“What d’ya mean by that?”

“Something does not sit well with me about this mission. I do not know why.”

Jesse mulled over Genji’s words for a moment until he saw a figure in the stairway to the lower deck of the transport. Lo and behold, it was Moira’s lanky figure walking towards the two, her folder held carefully open between her hands as she continued to read. Her face was painted in confusion.

As much as Jesse avoided and hated speaking to her, he couldn’t help his own curiosity.

“Somethin’ wrong with you?” he questioned her.

Moira didn’t even look up from her folder, just walked up to the table the two men were sitting at and placed down her folder. She pointed a long nail at a bullet point.

“Was this in either one of your folders?”

Jesse looked down at what her nail was pointing at.

‘Overwatch agents reported a loose, large dog-like wild animal nearby the suspected Talon outpost. Suspected animal is supposedly responsible for the destruction of one Overwatch drone.’

Jesse peeled open his folder once more to look as Genji shook his head.

“Not mine, either,” Jesse mumbled.

“Strange,” the doctor noted, picking her folder back up. “And there isn’t any note of us capturing it or if Talon seems to be looking for it in my notes.”

“Reyes probably has to deal with it then.”

“Then why wouldn’t he inform either of you? Why leave a note in my folder only?”

Jesse glanced back over to the ninja who eyed him back warily.

Over the next few hours, silence hung over the three like a lead ball. Reyes had yet to come out of his makeshift office, almost as if he knew he would be questioned by his crew. The door remained locked tightly from the inside, neither one of them had a key. They had refueled somewhere in the middle of God fucking nowhere Ohio and were already sweeping through the air westward.

“What animal could it’ve been they saw?” Jesse popped the question.

For the past few hours they were mostly talking of Talon and why they would maybe have a deadly animal - most likely genetically engineered or mutated - and why it may have gotten out.

“Washington has quite a few large mammals,” Moira pointed out. “Bears, coyotes, bobcats, wolves,” she counted on her long boney fingers.

“Thought wolves were drawn out and hunted,” Jesse lit a cigarette.

“Around 2050, yes, but they’ve been reintroducing them like they did nearly a century ago. What I don’t get is why it also states that it took down a drone from Overwatch. Wolves don’t do that by nature. So unless it’s trained by Talon, I don’t see why one would-”

The door to Reyes’ “office” opened up finally just as the speakers above them read out coordinates of their dropping area, but mostly-

“Welcome to Washington State,” Fio stated robotically.

“You all read your folders, I assume,” Reyes deadpanned at the mess of papers and photos scattered on the table.

“When were you gonna tell us that there were giant wolves or bears runnin’ around the woods? When one would try and eat us?” Jesse stood up.

“Relax, McCree. It was only supposed sightings, nothing confirmed. Besides, you’re not the scientist aboard this transport.”

“The drone-”

“It was ‘supposedly’ destroyed. It could have been Talon, it could have been a bear getting it. Who knows. There is no video recordings of it, and it didn’t go down in or around the Talon base so it’s fine by me.”

Jesse’s nose twitched with anger from Reyes’ dismissal of the whole situation, but there was little that he could do or say to change Reyes’ mind.

The engines roared suddenly, weight pulling at Jesse’s knees for only a moment as gears and engines hissed at the sudden stop and gentle fall. There was a loud beeping, the lights above the transport door glowed red for only a moment.

“Blackwatch-” the doors opened and the ramp slowly extended out until it buried itself in the wet ground, “-welcome to Washington.”

Jesse looked over his shoulder to the outside. He winced at the sudden biting cold wind, jaw unhinged a bit at the sight of pure wilderness right outside of the transport.

The woods before him were dark, large and looming trees had grown taller, mountains only climbing higher. But what caught his eye was the moon hanging full and bright in the sky, partially covered by dark clouds and fog.

For a moment, Jesse wished under his breath that he was back in his room with you, snuggled up in the warm blankets in the afterglow, mindlessly loving each other.

Something cold and heavy sat in the pit of his stomach as he was blinded by the full moon over Washington.

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