Haha! I bet none of you were expecting this! Another McHanzo story featuring Markus because why the heck not. This one has all of the good things. Feet, socks, mouthplay, some mega macro/micro stuff because it's my (poorly) hidden obsession. But, as always, my only hope is that someone somewhere gets a kick out of this.

Partial credit goes to someone who wished to remain anonymous.

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Countryside Vacation

Markus was having a fine day sunbathing on the windowsill, enjoying the fresh air that rushed in through the open window. Jesse and Hanzo had rented a small house out in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t really a reason for it other than to get away from the rest of the world for just a little bit but naturally they had to take McCree's little human along for the ride.

To his credit Markus did his best to stay out of the couple's business unless they specifically called for him. He didn't mind, he knew he could be a nuisance to look after so for the most part he kept quiet and just enjoyed the fresh countryside air while it lasted. The sun was growing orange as it drew closer and closer to the horizon. The little man sighed peacefully closed his eyes feeling absolutely serene when all of a sudden he felt a finger poking at his back. It was Hanzo.

"Hmmmr?" The little thing hummed as he turned over and looked up at the archer. "Oh heya!~" He greeted, having not really seen Hanzo since lunch. "Something I can help you with, Shimada-san?" He gave the bigger man a friendly smile. The two of them had grown a lot closer compared to their first encounter but the little guy still tried to be respectful. And saying 'Shimada-san' seemed a lot less daft than 'Mr. Shimada' considering the circumstances. He would allow himself and occasional 'Hanzo' too though, when he knew the stern man would be accepting of it.

Hanzo smiled at Markus’ use of honorifics. He looked out along the field, simply enjoying the open air much like the little bugger. It was refreshing after being stuck in crowded, populated cities for so long. Long sightlines, little cover… it was the perfect place for both an archer and a gunslinger.

"Hello yourself Markus. " Hanzo finally spoke up. "Could you do me a favor?" He knelt down on the level of Markus, smiling at the tiny, bug-sized man. He then pointed towards the rear of the cabin. "Jesse is out back by the water pump. Would you mind going to get him? I'd do it myself but I need to watch the dinner. By the time you get there it should be done." Hanzo chuckled a bit to himself. He really just wanted to see how long it would take for Markus to cross such a distance. And hey, if he gets snatched up by a bird or a lizard of some sort then he and McCree could finally get some alone time out here.

"Right away." The little guy nodded, getting up from his comfy lying position, stretching a little and then hopping down to the floor giving the archer's ankle a gentle hug before running off towards the backyard. The little guy pranced down the steps in a series of jumps and almost immediately caught sight of the cowboy hunched over the fence and looking out into the distance with a cigar burning smoke into the air. It took the little man a good minute to cross the yard as he skipped along gleefully towards his favorite man in the world. "Mr McCree!~" He chimed happily. "Hanzo's calling you over!~" He informed in a sing-song voice moments before tripping over a tiny pebble and collapsing face-first into a puddle of mud with a gentle slap. "Ugh.... I think I need to watch my step..." He concluded in his mind trying to lift himself up.

The pile of mud was created a little earlier from a small spill that Jesse had made when coming back with some water from the pump. McCree didn't hear a word of what came from Markus, he was too busy lugging about a heavy bucket, as not all of the utilities worked properly out in that cabin. The jug sloshed and splashed as small splashes of water spilt out. Markus could hear the heavy footfalls as McCree made his way back to the cabin. The boots let out a loud thud and jangle with each step, as his spurs spun from the motion. Each step came closer and closer, and Markus would have little time to react as the foot seemed to come down atop of him. However, once he realized he was still alive, he would open his eyes to see McCree's boot just right next to him. McCree looked down to Markus, who was sputtering from the mud. Originally, he looked just to see the mistake he made earlier, but was surprised to see his tiny friend located in the mess. "Markus? What are you doin' out here little doggy?"

Markus had just managed to get his face out of the mud when McCree addressed him. "Oh! S-sorry..." He apologized realizing once again how little of a sound his voice could make at his size. "Hanzo asked me to go get you, Mr. McCree. I uhhh... kinda fell down here, as you can see." The little man's gaze settled on the boot that had almost made contact with his frail body a moment earlier and chuckled. "That... was a close one, huh?" He blinked a couple times and once again looked up at the enormous cowboy. "One would wonder how I'm still alive, I imagine." He breathed out and his face turned serious for a moment. "You remember what we've agreed on though, right? No regrets if I... die to one of you somehow." The thought was a little morbid but he felt the need to bring it up with McCree once again just in case.

McCree raised a brow at Markus' odd statement. He wasn't intending on crushing the little guy yet after all. He chuckled down and knelt to get a bit closer to Markus. "Ya think imma let mah shoes get all muddy pipsqueak? That's probably the only reason you're alive right now." The fingers reached over and pinched Markus from the mess. McCree then took a small cup from the satchel on his waist, scooping up some water and dipping Markus inside, washing the little fellow off quickly.

Once he was cleaned, McCree turned Markus around in his hand, the little guy feeling all of those fingers rubbing and working at him as the cowboy inspected his tiny charge. With that done the fingers curled around Markus and held him tight, allowing the little guy to hug onto them."Ahh there we go."

Markus would shiver in his now-wet clothing but McCree's fingers seemed to provide just enough warmth for the little guy to stay comfy. He'd still have to get changed later but as he leaned against the cowboy's fingers he felt like he didn't want to rush anything if it meant staying in the bigger man's grip just a little longer.

"Thank you, Jesse." The little guy said and leaned in to give the man's fingertip a smooch. "And you're right of course. You do have really nice boots." The little guy added with a chuckle, implying his interest to be under them at some point after dinner. "Oh! Hanzo said dinner's almost ready! I think we shouldn't keep him waiting too long." Markus reminded relaxing in McCree's grip a little.

"Yes sir we shall not." McCree stated, and continued on to the cabin.

Upon entry, they saw Hanzo sliding out some plates with some fried chicken adorned them, mashed potatoes, gravy, broccoli, and other lovely foods. As they entered, Hanzo smiled and welcomed them inside. "It's about time. Let's dig in shall we?"

McCree smiled down to Markus, still fiddling with the little guy in his hand, the fingers moving and manipulating his arms and legs with ease. He tore off a piece of chicken, and a bit of the other foods, and kicked off his boots. He dropped them into the shoe before doing the same with Markus, and reinserting his foot. There Markus sat, surrounded by the foot and the dinner that he was provided without another word as McCree ate.

Markus was a little shocked by the gesture. It was a little bit more demeaning than he'd grown accustomed to... and the little man loved it. A puny little pet like him fit right in, eating at his owner's feet. Heck, this made him feel blessed to even be given the same food that the pair up above was having.

As Markus looked over the bit of food McCree bestowed upon him he hesitated for a moment. Perhaps... perhaps he really should have requested a slightly higher standard of living but almost immediately after the thought popped in his mind he felt the press of McCree's big toe and chuckled. No. He was right where he belonged, right where he wanted to be. Giving Jesse's toe and appreciative lick he turned to the tiny bits of food and stared eating. The cowboy's musk permeated the air around him, adding a slightly gross but a pleasant exotic twist to his modest meal. The hot confines of the boot served to warm him up as well and Markus realized that... despite everything, despite the constant danger, despite the demeaning tasks and gestures he loved this life and he was grateful that Jesse and Hanzo had allowed him to stay with them.

Even still, he had to wonder whether the appreciation was mutual. He knew that it was, otherwise he'd find himself beneath the boot rather than on the inside of it, but he still felt a need for some sort of expression of that, even if it was a little selfish of him, perhaps.

Jesse's toes would wiggle and press into Markus occasionally as dinner progressed, the two normal-sized people chowing down while Markus nibbled on his scraps, hidden from sight. Once their meals were finished, McCree pulled his foot from the shoe and looked down to Markus, with some of the meal smashed into his body. He chuckled heartily and tipped his boot over, having Markus tumble from it and into his hand. "Mmhh, you felt nice down there during dinner little doggie. I'm glad we could have you around for occasions like that. You've got so many uses for being such a size... in fact." McCree wanted to try something. He opened his mouth wide and tossed Markus into the air, catching the little guy inside and closing his jaws around him.

"Wha-?!" Would be the only thing Markus would manage to say as he arced through the air and splatted against Jesse's tongue. Markus was trapped in the semicircle of teeth, being felt up by the cowboy’s spongy tongue. He would feel the muscle roll him about and flip him over every which way as the bits of food previously smashed into his body were peeled of and devoured by the cowboy. Markus was confused the entire way through, wondering if McCree was going to actually eat him, the dark abyss of the man's throat creeping eerily in the distance.

But no, the bigger man seemed rather satisfied with just having Markus in his mouth. After a short while the movement stopped, with the man's teeth parting just enough for Markus to slip into the cheek and from there make his way to the cowboy's lips, from between which the little guy's head promptly popped out. He looked at Hanzo to find the man chuckling quietly at the spectacle. "Uhhh..." He looked up at McCree, or tried to rather. "I like it in here! Can I stay for a bit?~"

McCree chuckled as well, they all had fun with the little moment. Markus felt the tongue curl around him and pull the little guy back into the embrace of the pink flesh. The saliva squelched around him as McCree savored Markus inside, appreciating the little guy's flavor. He wasn't intending on eating him right now. Just to taste. "I'm glad you like it in there little pardner. Ya taste purdy good too!"

It was strange... being in such a fleshy humid area, smelling the fouls scents of breath and digestion and realizing that it was all inside McCree's mouth. But somehow the little guy was still in love with the sensation, keeping quiet and just basking in the atmosphere that surrounded him.

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But soon enough it had to end. The little guy tapped at the fleshy surface of the tongue two times and made a small shift towards McCree's lips indicating he wanted out. And just then two massive fingers reached in, pinched his frail form between them and pulled him outside.

The little guy looked around and found that he in Jesse moved to the living room, with the cowboy seated on a recliner just in front of the fireplace. Markus blinked a couple times to adjust to the light and giggled. "Did I taste good?"

McCree felt a bit of pressure inside his maw, and the big guy chuckled, reaching his fingers in and plucking out Markus, leaving a strand of saliva behind. Hanzo simply watched, amazed at how bizarre some things with Markus and McCree were on occasion.

"Hehe, you tasted mighty fine little guy." McCree the stood up, and made his way to the bedroom, yawning tiredly as he was exhausted from the day, despite spending most of it relaxing and lazing about. McCree set Markus onto the bed, tossing his poncho and hat on top of him. "Now, no peaking down there, alright little guy?"

"C'mon!" The little guy called out from under the pile of clothing. "You couldn't give me a little bit of a show?" He complained but stayed firmly in place. If McCree said no peaking, Markus wasn’t going to.

McCree then began to strip down, all the way to his underwear before pulling on some fleece pajama pants and a t-shirt to sleep in. He crawled into the bed and pulled his the clothes off of Markus.

The little guy was happy to catch site of the cowboy once again, making his way over to the bare foot and giving it a hug and a few licks right along the arch. "Ummm... Mr. McCree? Would it be troublesome if I asked you to shrink me a little smaller?" He was ready to be denied and he wouldn't really mind that. But a part of him just wanted to be in the shadow cast by McCree’s single toe.

McCree smirked at little Markus, chuckling deeply as he heard the little guy's request. The cowboy nodded and reached towards the bedside table, nabbing the shrink gun from the drawer and spinning it with his finger for a moment to show off. "A bit smaller, sure little doggy. Soon to be littler doggy." McCree did a few more gun spinning tricks to show off his impressive skills, before suddenly, the barrel snapped towards Markus, and a bright light flashed.

The next thing Markus knew, he was laying on the sheets, which had somehow become even more massive. He had to be careful, as the threads themselves could trip him with each step. Everything appeared incredibly massive around him, the mere pillows being coliseums, the blankets being airfields. It was incredible.The next thing Markus saw in the sky was an incredible, plane-sized toe, leaving its shadow to loom over the little guy, blotting out the sun, which was really just a light bulb.

The little guy was beyond tiny now. It was exciting beyond belief but the realization that he had no means to communicate anything to the absolutely massive cowboy whose toe hung over him, covering up most of his vision was a rather scary one.

That was when Hanzo came in, after knocking on the door. "Am I interrupting something? Where's Markus?"

He could distinctly make out Hanzo's voice as he saw the massive archer enter the room in his evening gown. "DOWN HERE!!!" He tried, hopping and waving his arms. But he knew that ultimately his screams would amount to a faint squeak at best. He wondered if Hanzo would actually be able to detect him.

The keen sensed modern samurai could pick out a mouse running on a busy street of Tokyo though, so hearing Markus' calls at the top of his lungs was not much of a task for him. He cocked his head and moved closer to the little man, smiling and laughing out loud. "Look Jesse! Seems like we've got bedbugs!" Hanzo grumbled and chuckled with McCree, giving him a polite smile .

"Now Han, you know I keep up the best hygiene." They all laughed at this when Hanzo reached down, carefully pinching up Markus and then carrying the little guy to the floor, where the socks he had taken off for the day resided. Hanzo opened the top of one of them, and rolled Markus inside. "Well you'll be sleeping there tonight. Wouldn't want to roll over onto you in our sleep would we?"

McCree was about to protest when Hanzo winked at the big cowboy. He blushed and took his place in the bed, and Hanzo did the same, the pair giving a quick peck of a kiss before hugging onto each other, not bothering to think of Markus as they drifted to sleep.

The little human shivered as Hanzo's face drew near, the mocking tone of his voice as he called the little guy a bedbug made the small man blush a little. Markus knew his place and despite everything he loved it. He was a little sad that his and McCree's fun was cut short like that but once he found himself in the vast, yet stuffy confines of Hanzo's sock, filled with a delicate scent of the archer's musk, the little guy couldn't help but sigh and relax as he gave himself to the atmosphere, curling up and closing his eyes… Enjoying his time in this utterly pathetic state

He would feel seemingly the entire world rumble as McCree started to snore in his sleep, the faint shaking of the floor waking the little guy up much like an earthquake would. He didn't mind though, he had only a faint need for sleep anyway, especially now that he was living a dream.

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As the night passed, it soon came time for Hanzo to wake. He usually got up fairly early in the morning, to meditate, but he had something different to break up his morning routine. He sat up in bed, stretching and moaning happily, before he glanced down at those socks. He chuckled deeply and prodded the one he knew contained a little human.

The little human was half-awake when he heard the distinct sounds of Hanzo's awakening. Then came the gently prod likely urging him to show himself but the little guy didn't feel like moving, he was nuzzling and rolling over the soft fabric that surrounded him from practically every angle and moaned happily waiting to either be remembered or unknowingly stepped on.

Not really one for patience when it came to the little man, Hanzo pinched the end of the sock with his toes and lifted it so that Markus would tumble out onto the hard wood floor.

"Well well well, seems like I've awoken to a small bug on our floor. I'm sure McCree would want me to step on it to rid this household of a small... pest." Hanzo teased, leaning forward and smiling like the devil.

"I recommend you start running."

Once on the floor and in front of the massive, softly drumming toes of the japanese man, Markus felt a chill. He knew that Hanzo knew exactly what he was doing and probably wouldn't actually crush him without consent, but that 'probably' made all the difference. He understood perfectly that he'll probably make it no further than a couple inches in a minute’s time but he didn't really have much of a choice as he faced away from the massive man and dashed off, both scared and excited by the prospect of being smeared across the floor in one simple motion.

Hanzo watched the tiny speck move as fast as it possibly could. It was like an ant trying to outrun a tidal wave. Hanzo chuckled deeply and raised his foot up, bringing it down to land next to Markus. Each time it landed, it hit with a thunderous roar that shook everything around the little guy. To the two giants though, it would just be a faint and subtle tap. The mere wind would occasionally knock Markus to the ground, similar to any windstorm that he'd be out in when a tornado was present. Suddenly, a powerful gust threw him away as Hanzo swung his foot rapidly next to the little man. Hanzo raised his foot again, this time with the intent to crush.

It was then that Markus had finally ran out of his breath as he simply collapsed forward and turned over on his back. He was still hoping to outrun the massive appendage but no longer had the means to do so as he lay there trying to regain his strength. He couldn't help but stare in awe at the deadly appendage though, the massive toes bobbing softly in the air, the gorgeous arch of the foot curving along the sole and countless tiny wrinkles littered all across the massive surface. The little guy felt as though he was being judged by a god, powerless and pathetic before a massive being that could either spare him or obliterate him for nothing but a moment’s amusement. The little guy was almost ready to accept his fate when suddenly he heard another groan and the sound of someone massive shifting about atop the bed.

Hanzo heard the groan as well, and stayed his wrath for the moment. He felt McCree's prosthetic arm reach up and grab him by the shoulder, pulling him down into the bed. "Hanzyyy, just sleep in for once, none of that meditation stuff." Jesse was barely awake, not even aware that he probably just saved Markus's life. He held on to the other man, cuddling right and being cozy with him. They pulled the covers back over themselves and Markus was left alone on the floor, while the two drifted back off into sleep.

And just like that... A divine intervention saved the little guy's life. He was seemingly miles away from the nearest shelter, completely exhausted and coughing from lack of breath but... "Alive..." He whispered and breathed out in relief. As fun as it was, he would have to ask Hanzo to be little bit gentler in the future. Markus appreciated both of them but he would still rather face his end on more amicable terms. With loud exhale the human collapsed on his back and immediately went back to sleep too.

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As the sun rose higher in the sky, McCree was awakened by the rays that peered through the blinds of the window. The cowboy sat up, rubbing his eyes, when he noticed that he had slept a good portion of the day away. He looked over the side of the bed, turning over the sock Markus was supposed to be in, when he noticed the little guy a foot or so away from it.

"Now what are you doing over there?" McCree wondered, and reached over to pinch up the little guy. He chuckled at him, before looking down to his toes. He set Markus in between the big one, and the second toe, letting him rest there, and ignoring the little guy's actions and words. He then slipped Hanzo's sock on, that being the nearest one he could grab and then slipped his foot into his boot. McCree then stood and left the room, taking his gun and some clay pigeons for target practice. Markus would be trapped there at his foot the whole day, while McCree enjoyed his vacation, careful with the little passenger in his sock.