Hey! I’m doing Overwatch stuff again! Honestly it’s about time I polished this old thing up. Hanzo in winter gear is a fun concept to me so naturally I had to get my kinky hands on him sometime.

This fits into the previously established McHanzo continuity with Hanzo going on a trip to Moscow with Markus.

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A Taste of Winter

Markus shivered a little as he tried to burry himself deeper in the fluffy hood of Hanzo's jacket, essentially resting right against the man's neck. There was a cup of hot steaming coffee in the archer’s hand as he strolled through one of the less populated streets near the center of the city.

The two of them were visiting the little man's homeland, one he's had to abandon because of the escalating omnic crisis; while his city was adequately protected, the little human just couldn't handle the pressure of having to think about omnics as enemies. He understood that logically he should have, just like everybody else but it just didn’t seem right. He was a little shy around people, a trait that somehow just didn't seem to spread to omnics for him. And moreover, they were already getting too much hate from everyone. So, instead of facing the problem, he bailed, a fact that he didn't feel too proud of but felt that it paid off in the end thanks to his meeting with McCree.

Jesse himself had actually stayed behind in America, it was Hanzo who actually volunteered to go with Markus, which was a surprising but welcome gesture. Despite his fear and respect for the japanese man, Markus really did genuinely like him.

Settling a little bit more comfortably within the hood Markus sighed in relief, thankful that Hanzo found someplace warm and cozy to keep him as they both admired the slowly falling snowflakes. "Is it good?" Markus asked, nodding toward the steaming coffee cup.

Hanzo's keen, hawk-like eyes were busy perusing the city. The architecture was bold and rigid, while the looming giant robots in the distance were certainly intimidating. The air was a bit foggy, and snow scattered about the place. Wind whistled between the buildings nearby, and the only source of warmth was the hot cup of coffee in Hanzo's hand. He hadn't really tried it yet though. At Markus' question, he glanced down and shrugged, bringing it up to his mouth for a sip.

The heat was a drastic shift from the freezing air around them. It warmed Hanzo's core and he moaned in approval. Markus could feel the neck next to him shift gently to transfer the fluids down into his body, a casual yet all the more impressive for it display of power, at least to someone of Markus’ stature.

Hanzo stood by the river, which felt cold as well, but being reminded of the coffee gave him the strength to handle it. He kept silence for a moment as he stared out into the distance, focusing on the mechanical colossus. Eventually he would turn his head though, finally deigning the little man with a response. "Mmh, it is acceptable. I wish I had grabbed some sugar however."

Markus smirked deviously. "Check your right pocket then. I tucked one away just in case back at the coffee shop.”

"What the... When did you even...?" Hanzo cocked his head at the sugar packet he just pulled from his coat pocket, shaking it a little and glancing at Markus, genuinely impressed for once. Hanzo was a trained martial artist, he should have been able to detect the little bugger, but his size seemed to be an advantage he hadn’t accounted for. He chuckled loudly, and ripped open the packet, dumping the sugar in his drink and shaking it a bit to stir.

“I have a bit of a... hoarding mentality with those things.” Markus admitted. “It's something I'd always do growing up; gather up sugar packets at home as a safety net in case I run out." He laughed, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "I suppose it will seem a little silly to you. But hey! Free added value, right?"

Hanzo reached his hand up towards his throat, gently petting Markus atop the head. “Troublemaker.” He said and looked at the giant omnic in the distance again seeing one of its massive mechanical limbs coming down. A rumble of the colossus’ footstep sent a vibration throughout the city, making Hanzo shudder at its massive scale. "So... this is what you feel like huh? Being so small... not sure I like it."

It was Markus turn to chuckle. "Hahah... No offense, Shimada-san but you do not seem like a person who would. But at the same time I also appreciate you not being a power-hungry maniac." The human added with a shrug, being somewhat familiar with Hanzo's background. "I suppose I just like having someone big and strong nearby, someone I can trust." The human hinted and nudged the side of Hanzo's neck a little with his tiny elbow.

The archer seemed content leaving that obvious flatter without a response. He felt a chill from the sudden gust of wind and looked down at Markus. "You feeling cold, little guy?"

"A little." The young man admitted with a nod. "It's not a problem though. I don't mind it so much, since I used to live around these parts." He explained before burying himself a little deeper into the hood. "If you want to stuff me in your boot though, I won't exactly try to argue." He added with a soft giggle; he was fine like this too though. They were headed right for the Red Square as the quickly darkening streets grew emptier and emptier with each passing moment. It was just the right hour of night for the place to start clearing out, and Hanzo found himself lucky for that. He didn't want to have to deal with onlookers who caught him with the tiny human on his shoulder.

The archer chuckled and winked down at him. "Don't tempt me Markus. You can't exactly see your home again if your face is pressed against my foot."

"But isn't the underside of your foot basically my home now, Shimada-san?" Markus tried arguing, only half-joking. "And besides my place is pretty far away from here. Mmmm... Just think about the wonderful silence you'll get to enjoy without my constant pestering~" He chuckled again and nuzzling into the archer's neck. "Putting the little pipsqueak in his place and such. And you could always just take me out again when we get to my place, we could sit for a while there, make some tea? I have this really nice tea set there and all." Honestly Markus was excited to show Hanzo his old place. Sure, it had been a few years since anybody stayed there, and for all he knew the place could have been ransacked by now, but somehow he felt that just wasn't the case.

"You make a very good point..." Hanzo relented. He smiled and moved to a bench to sit on, quickly yanking off his boot. The inside of it was warm from Hanzo's walking around all day. Heat radiated from it like it would into a cool home on a hot summer day. Markus would be subjected to this sensation as Hanzo quietly dangled the little man over the opening. And, with a small retraction of his fingers, Markus felt himself tumbling down into the shoe.

The faint light from the Moscow night-scape was eclipsed by the looming black sock of Hanzo, as the foot slipped down inside the boot, and the sole pressed tight against Markus. The human felt nice there, his back sinking into the insole while his face remained firmly pressed against the massive toes, which squirmed against his form.

With Markus now appropriately imprisoned, Hanzo looked around the square, noticing a sign that had sushi on it. He couldn't understand the letters, but he knew what it was. His hungry gut grumbled, and he walked into the establishment, quickly purchasing some sushi before heading to Markus' place.

Upon arrival he took a moment to check the address, the unfamiliar lettering looking close enough at a glance. He used the magnetic key that Markus had given him and stepped inside, riding the elevator up to the indicated floor.

Markus' time within the boot was a magical experience for him. Hidden safe and sound from the chill of Russian winter, pressed down firmly under the archer's sole and forced to breathe in the ripe musk down where it was the most potent. Markus was reduced to a squirming moaning mess the entire way; hoping that Hanzo was enjoying it at least a quarter as much as the little man himself did. The distinct sound of an elevator in motion though signaled the little guy that they were close and at that point his back was aching for a little extra space. He didn't want to be taken out of Hanzo’s boot quite yet though. But knowing the archer, the young man would probably have to lick some sweat up before he would be acknowledged as a person again. Somehow the thought of it excited Markus even more than the chance to see his old home.


The building itself felt somewhat dingy but as Hanzo stepped into the apartment proper he was pleasantly surprised. Some dust decorated the place, but over all, it seemed quite cozy and well-furnished enough. He was in no hurry to get Markus out into the open though, as he wiped his boots on the doormat to the best of his ability and invited himself onto the couch.

He set the box which contained his dinner down on the coffee table, as well as his empty cup and sat there for a few moments, his toes absent-mindedly rubbing on Markus' head inside the shoe. He’d look around the apartment, seeing all sorts of antique silverware and china. He curled his toes, humming quietly in approval and then yanked his foot out from the boot, separating Markus from his sole. This would only last for only a brief moment, as Markus felt himself tumbling out of the tipped boot only for his sight to be overtaken again. This time by Hanzo's bare foot, deprived of its sock. The warmer environment of the apartment combined with the work the feet had to do today had generated a fair amount of sweat, and so Hanzo was quietly waiting for Markus to do his usual appointed duty... cleaning. Meanwhile, the archer cracked open the box and began to eat the sushi, one bite at a time, savoring each peace and moaning happily at its familiar yet somewhat exotic flavor.

And there it was, Markus thought as he felt the weight of the massive bare sole bearing down on him without Hanzo even saying a word. Obedience in cases like this was something Hanzo expected from the little man and Markus learned to indulge the archer's little power fantasy since both of them seemed to get a kick out of it.

The little guy fawned over the huge toes, happily licking away at the fresh sweat. It bitter, somewhat nasty even but Markus learned to adore it. Activities like this one were less about the taste and more about the sheer joy of being used.

After several minutes of diligent work though, the human judged that it was time to speak up again. Usually a few minutes would be enough appeasement for Hanzo not pin him too hard for shirking his appointed duties. "You sound like you're eating something up there! Did you get something along the way?" He asked, curious.

"I did get a couple of things." Hanzo said nonchalantly, pressing on Markus' head one more time with his big toe before using his feet to lift Markus up to the coffee table to see the sushi. The archer leaned back, dropping a piece of sushi into his mouth and chewing noisily. "I got this plate of sushi from a place back at the Red Square... and I brought a little treat from home."

Hanzo let that sink in for Markus, hoping the little human understood the implication. He pinched Markus with two fingers – his meal about halfway done – lifted him up and lowered him into the soy sauce, coating his lower half in the substance. Immediately Markus would feel the salty fluid making his skin very, very dry. Hanzo lifted the little man closer to his face, smiling deviously.

"Uhm...." The young man wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, but... it did seem a little strange, uncharacteristic of Hanzo. Though... thinking back to that one day they spent at the country house.... Being in Jesse's mouth, barely avoiding death by crushing on that one morning. "Wait you're not serious, are you?" The micro cocked his head at the archer. "Are you?" He asked, though his lower half being dipped in soy sauce spoke volumes more than words could; the human just had to hear it directly from Hanzo himself. "I didn't even get to see much of my old place yet!"

Hanzo quietly brought Markus up to his mouth, his tongue sliding out and along the little human's legs, tasting his flesh and sucking them gently. Hanzo then move Markus away from his mouth, swinging him out to look around the place. "This isn't your home anymore, Markus... that honor belongs to my stomach. Now, wouldn't you rather see your new place instead?" Hanzo looked at Markus, his urge to eat up the little man being fought by his patience for Markus' consent. He wouldn't actually eat Markus if he said no... but that was something Hanzo hoped wouldn't happen.

Markus hesitated for a few seconds as he looked into Hanzo's eyes, filled with devious intent. The young man knew that he couldn't deny Hanzo the pleasure. He lowered his gaze briefly down to where Hanzo's belly was hidden beneath the dark-colored sweater. He took a moment to ponder and then nodded. "I'm all yours, Shimada-san." He agreed and then quickly added. "But only if you give me a sweet kiss." He said with a grin, requesting it more for the novelty of it rather than any sort of romantic attraction.

Hanzo frowned, quiet and stoic, matching his usual demeanor. He rolled his eyes and brought Markus up to his mouth, the lips puckering as he kissed over the small human's entire body soft plump lips pressing against the little man like a pair of massive cushions. Hanzo hummed softly as he licked his lips clean of the soy sauce afterwards, and brought Markus in for what seemed to be another kiss.

However, the kiss shifted when the lips parted and Markus found his upper body forced into the fishy-smelling mouth. Bits of rice were scattered about the place. It felt wet, humid, and warm inside of Hanzo, as the tongue slid around Markus’ legs and pulled him the rest of the way in, soon being tossed about the small cavity of the maw, soaked in saliva.

As the young man was rolled about atop Hanzo's tongue, bits of rice sticking to his tiny form as the foul smell decomposing food filled the air around him.

The archer didn’t wait long to swallow the little man though; the tongue shifted backwards, cramming Markus into the tight throat and carrying him through Hanzo's body, all the way down to the waiting stomach. Inside, strips of chewed fish were littered about the place, half-flooded with the coffee from earlier. Muck decorated the new home for the little man, steamy air rose from the rice and fish meat. Markus had only a few moments of peace inside there before the stomach churned in response to Hanzo leaning forward and sending another bite of sushi to crash down atop of him, splattering in a chewed mess inside the stomach.

And just like that he was no longer anything to the world except a piece of food. A snack, a tiny portion of Hanzo's meal. The hot air and stench around him was a striking contrast to the cold air he remembered from outside.

Hanzo felt a slight shift inside his stomach as Markus nuzzled up against one of the stomach walls. The gesture made the bigger man chuckle deeply as he pressed on his chiseled abdomen. The pressure resembled a churn for Markus, the bulges of Hanzo's fingers being seen from the inside of the stomach. They pressed Markus to the other stomach wall, limiting the space and causing the mush of food to rise up and submerge Markus partially. The hand then reversed and Markus was left alone inside the stomach, Hanzo enjoying the quiet as he closed his eyes and decided he would deal with everything else tomorrow.