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Golden and Green

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“Angie, I was rich but I wasn’t nowhere near Reyes’ level. Believe me, buying watches and shit for his agents ain’t nothing but skimming the very top of his mountain made of solid gold,” Jesse shoved another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “His very, very large mountain.”
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During a stakeout on an influential member of a gang in New York, Jesse McCree finds out that Gabriel Reyes might be interested in spending money on only him.

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“Where’d you get that watch from?” Angela asked as she sat down next to Jesse on her couch with a bowl of popcorn. He was fiddling with the new, fancy watch he had just been gifted earlier that day. “You steal it or did you get a boyfriend you haven’t told me about? Does he have a hot brother? Hot sister?”

“Reyes bought it for me,” he replied and shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth before pressing play on the movie he and Angela had settled down to watch. Some gorey action sci-fi fic Angela had wanted to see back when it came out but was unable to make her way to the theaters. “Pretty sure he gives this shit to everyone in Blackwatch. I can ask him if he has any hot siblings for you, though.”

“I’d rather die, to be honest,” Angela made a face. “What makes you think that he gives this type of stuff to everyone, anyway? That looks expensive.”

“He’s rich off of ‘I saved the world from the robot apocalypse’ cash, everybody thinks he’s dead — including his family, so know what, actually? No hot sibling for you— and he’s single. What the fuck else is he gonna do with the money?” Jesse poured a glass of cheap wine and handed it to Angela before pouring his own. Their weekly movie sessions were the highlights of his week, he and Angela had bonded quickly after he joined Blackwatch and decompressing after a week of stress with shitty movies, cheap wine, and hot popcorn was exactly what both of them needed.

“How much exactly was the watch?” Angela asked, chewing on a chocolate covered caramel. Her expression was disapproving, but Jesse didn’t really care.

“How much do watches cost?” Jesse sipped at the wine while a character’s head was ripped off by an evil alien that was half bot. “Like not that much?”

“Jesse— I know you were rich but come on ,” Angela flicked Jesse’s jaw.

“Angie, I was rich but I wasn’t nowhere near Reyes’ level. Believe me, buying watches and shit for his agents ain’t nothing but skimming the very top of his mountain made of solid gold,” Jesse shoved another handful of popcorn in his mouth. “His very, very large mountain.”

Back in Deadlock, he had been filthy rich. Both of his parents were leaders in the gang and at the tender age of seventeen he had already made his own path within it. A path that had gotten him very wealthy from lucrative arms deals and overall being a damn good shot.

Of course, as soon as Overwatch brought down Deadlock, that all changed. His money was taken from him and he was thrown in a jail cell like any common criminal. All until Gabriel fucking Reyes pulled him out of the cell by the back of his neck and offered him a choice: be one of his goons (assets, Reyes called it, but Jesse knew Blackwatch was just another gang and he was just another hired gun) or rot in jail.

Jesse walked out of the shitty interrogation room in cheap fatigues instead of a four thousand dollar leather jacket and he traded one gang for another.

“Believe me, Angie, he does this for everyone in Blackwatch.”

Angela raised her eyebrows at him, “If you say so.”

——

“You’re with me on this mission,” Reyes’ face was its usual, unreadable expression as he finished up the mission brief.

“You sure that I’m the best partner for a high society stakeout?” Jesse motioned to his face, the bushy sideburns he was trying to grow out were more civil war reenactment than they were Hello, yes, I make thirty million a year .

“Blaise, Dupont, you’re running comms and surveillance,” Reyes ignored him.

“Re— Commander, Agent Ueda would be a better choice for your partner for this mission,” Jesse continued on.

“Agent McCree,” Reyes finally looked right at Jesse and his expression had turned from unreadable to very readable, and very disapproving. “Is there a reason you’re trying to get out of this? Is there a way your time would be better spent than doing your job?”

Jesse willed his face into a neutral expression, “I don’t exactly look high society, sir, Ueda would blend in better than me.”

“I’ll get you a barber and you’ll be fine. Any other concerns on the mission, agents? You all understand our mark?” Reyes asked and Jesse quickly realized that was the end of that. He rubbed his sideburns unhappily, he had spent months growing them out — to the displeasure of Angela and Fareeha — and knew there was no way Reyes was gonna let him keep them.

——

“You said barber, Commander,” Jesse said slowly as Reyes moved to the drivers seat of his personal car. “I’m pretty damn certain we can get one of those without goin’ to town.”

“I’m taking you to a place I go to,” Reyes’ look was moderately softer than it had been in the mission briefing, but it was still just as unnerving as any other.

It wasn’t that Jesse disliked Reyes, just the opposite. But the way he looked at anybody who wasn’t in the original strike team was just… there was a disconnect. He didn’t think Reyes hated him or anything, especially not with the gifts he kept giving Jesse — mostly clothes but occasionally tech and guns — but when they were alone together, there was mostly silence. Awkward silence that Jesse had initially tried to fill with smalltalk, but gave up on that after he realized just how interested in that Gabriel was.

“And where is it?” Jesse asked slowly. He wasn’t allowed off base much, and even when he was, he didn’t have a hell of a lot of spending cash.

“Couple hours away,” Reyes shrugged as if it were normal to take your subordinate hours away for a haircut that he could have just as easily gotten on the base.

“Commander—“

“Gabriel.”

“Okay— Gabriel, I could have gotten a haircut on the base,” Jesse said. He scratched the back of his head, trying to use some of his nervous energy.

“You need clothes too and it’s easier to pair that up with getting you a better haircut than you could have gotten on base,” Gabriel turned the keys in the ignition and the low purr of the engine filled the silence in the car.

A few minutes of silence past before Jesse asked, “Why me for the mission?”

“You look good and are a good agent,” Gabriel was staring at the road as he spoke and Jesse swallowed hard. “And you’ll look even better when you get rid of those ridiculous sideburns.”

Okay, that hurt. “So is— is this just an excuse to get me to shave?” Jesse laughed, a nervous sound.

“Nah,” Gabriel’s lips twitched into a half grin as he looked at Jesse out of the corner of his eyes. “Just a side benefit.” God, Gabriel was fucking hot, Jesse couldn’t help but stare at his strong profile, the way his eyes crinkled even with the small grin.

“Right— so where exactly are we goin’ then?”

——

“Is Overwatch really funding this?” Jesse fiddled with his diamond cufflinks as he put on his outfit.

“What do you think?” Gabriel rubbed some hair product between his hands and styled his short hair into manufactured disarray.

“I’m thinkin’ that Captain Amari would send you to a psych eval if you asked for Overwatch to fund all of this,” Jesse said, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

“I paid for it all myself,” Gabriel got close enough to Jesse that he could smell his commander’s aftershave. A question rested on the tip of Jesse’s tongue, but before he could ask it, Gabriel grabbed Jesse’s blue silk tie and straightened it with nimble hands.

“So is my backstory that I’m your sugar baby trophy husband or something?” He was only half joking as he buttoned his suit coat.

Gabriel’s only response was to lightly tap Jesse on the back of his head and say, “Keep an eye on Odea at the casino, he likes blackjack and poker. I’ll be chatting with the woman he brought with him to dinner last night.”

“Should I try and slip something into his drink?” Jesse asked, slipping into business mode.

“No,” Gabriel shook his head. “He’s gonna have plenty of security on him.”

Johnny Odea was a noted member of one of the gangs that ruled New York City during the Crisis. They had protected the city and served their use during the Crisis, but afterwards, they didn’t let up. Still ran their territories like they owned them. Just like Deadlock had.

Morrison had wanted Gabriel to clean up New York and Gabriel agreed. That’s how most of Blackwatch’s missions worked, Jesse had come to realize. Morrison turned a blind eye and defended Gabriel’s more questionable actions and in turn, Gabriel did the cleaning up that Overwatch couldn’t afford to.

“And the girlie?” Jesse asked.

“If there’s security on her I’ll give you a signal and we come back to the room to make a new plan,” Gabriel shrugged. “Try not to lose too much of my money but don’t cheat.”

“I wouldn’t ever cheat,” Jesse lied. He couldn’t remember the last time he played poker without cheating.

Gabriel looked at Jesse, frowning, “Don’t cheat.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” Jesse grumbled under his breath. He was only gonna cheat a little if the dealers weren’t bots. “Ain’t like—“ his words caught in his throat as he felt Gabriel’s hands run through his hair, sweeping the brown locks back away from his face with some gel.

“You clean up well, kid,” Gabriel’s voice was almost approving as he stepped back from Jesse to look him up and down.

“Ain’t my usual look,” Jesse wanted to run a hand through his hair but barely refrained, he didn’t want Gabriel to snap at him.

“Because you’re not your usual self,” a half grin played on Gabriel’s lips.

“Nope,” Jesse said, exhaling slowly. “We’re Michael and Clint King for the week.”

“Exactly,” Gabriel wrapped an arm around Jesse’s waist and started to lead him out the door. It seemed almost effortless, the way Gabriel slipped into roles. His face was no longer the expressionless mask he tended to wear with Blackwatch assets, instead he wore a smug half-grin and his grip on Jesse seemed possessive.

Not quite as effortlessly, Jesse slipped into the role of his own, the trophy husband, half the age of Michael King. He let himself relax into Gabriel’s touch as they walked down the hall.

When they got to the lobby of the hotel they were staying at, Jesse noticed the looks that were leveled at them. They were to be expected, of course, Gabriel was twice his age, old enough to be his father. Honestly, the thought sent shivers down his spine as he watched as a middle aged woman whispered to her husband, looking at them.

“It’s like they’ve never seen a forty one year old fuck a twenty year old before,” Jesse murmured, laughing softly.

“Who said anything about us fucking?” Gabriel raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip on Jesse’s waist.

“I don’t know, husband , you tell me.”

The smile on Gabriel’s face was wicked as he looked down at Jesse, “Do you want me to tell you how I’d fuck you?”

Jesse’s mouth felt suddenly dry as Gabriel’s golden gaze seemed to go straight through him, “Can’t say I ain’t curious.”

Gabriel hummed and his polished shoes clicked quietly on the marble floor on the way to the casino, “I’d take my time, spreading you out on my fingers, seeing how long it took for you to cry, beg for me to touch your dick.” The words were filthy and Jesse couldn’t tell if Gabriel actually meant them, or if they were just part of his character. But Gabriel continued, usually smooth voice low and husky, “I’d make you fully realize that you’re mine, but you already know that, don’t you?”

Jesse prayed his boner wasn’t as painfully obvious as Gabriel’s want for a response was. Jesse swallowed three times before his mouth felt wet enough to croak out, “I do.”

“Good boy,” Gabriel rumbled and let go of Jesse’s waist. He reached into his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a stack of hundred dollar bills, “I suppose you know what to do with these?”

A loaded question, asking more if Jesse understood his mission clearly than if he knew how to gamble. He wrapped his hand around the cash, “I do.”

Gabriel nodded curtly at him, breaking character for the only a split second before the easy look of Michael King returned to him. “Kiss for good luck?” His voice was goddamned nearly a purr.

Jesse looked at Gabriel like he was crazy, “You’re joking.”

Gabriel grabbed his chin, “Do you not want to kiss your husband?” And then quieter he added, “Odea is ten meters away, do this.”

Well , Jesse thought, I can’t get much more fucked than this . And then, without letting himself think too much about it, he leaned into Gabriel’s touch and let Gabriel kiss him.

It was obviously just business. Completely business. His boner pressing against Gabriel’s thigh? That was just him getting into character. Obviously. Gabriel kissing him so deeply? That was just Gabriel getting into character as the wealthy businessman with his trophy husband.

Gabriel’s erection pressing hard against his own thigh? Jesse could ignore that.

After what felt like hours, but was probably, in reality, seconds, Gabriel broke the kiss and ran a thumb along Jesse’s lips. “Have fun, sweetheart.” A playful smirk lit up his features and Jesse was so hard that he felt like he was going to explode.

——

Sitting at the poker table, Jesse came to the stark realization that he couldn’t really remember how to play poker without cheating. But, if there was anything Jesse McCree was good at in life, it was bullshitting as he went along.

He wasn’t sure if he was playing correctly, but no one had called him out on anything yet so he figured he was doing okay — or his drunken act was passable enough for people to not want to argue with him — as he pulled a stack of chips to his steadily growing pile. Two tables over, Odea was doing terribly and the air around him was foggy with vape juice. It seemed the worse he did, the more he vaped. It was getting to the point where he looked like a steam engine. Jesse wrinkled his nose in distaste as the pineapple flavored vapor wafted its way over to him.

Jesse sighed as he looked at his hand and at the amount of chips in the middle of the table. With the hand he had at the moment, he was about to lose a lot of Gabriel’s money.

He looked around the casino some more — letting himself wobble slightly to seem more liquored up than he was — and saw Gabriel chatting up Odea’s girlie over at the roulette table. At least one of them was successful at what they were doing.

He counted at least three guys hanging around the poker tables that were probably hired goons for Odea and as he folded his current hand he considered landing a tracker on one of them. He wasn’t certain that they worked for Odea, but it seemed more likely than anything with the way they were constantly looking around the casino.

Jesse downed the last of his third glass of whiskey in a single gulp, wasting good liquor — Gabriel and he had both taken pills that made it impossible for them to get even tipsy — and stood up, his fake drunken state having him wobble and lean towards a large man, one of Odea’s likely goons.

“He— hey buddy,” Jesse slurred and clasped the shoulder of Probable Goon #1. “Take the rest of my chips. This game’s fuckin’ bullshit.”

The goon looked at him with a mix of disgust and something else on his face and recoiled from his touch. “Go sober up somewhere,” Probable Goon #1 muttered but quickly moved Jesse’s chips into his pile.

Jesse stifled a grin, a nearly untraceable bug had been on his fingertips and should have dissolved past the cloth of his shirt to mesh with his skin where it would stay, recording audio and tracking location, for the remainder of the week. “Remember that— remember that sometimes you gotta fold ‘em,” Jesse leaned down on the table and laughed.

“Can somebody get rid of this guy?” Probable Goon #1 asked.

“Look, look, look ,” Jesse slurred and grabbed Goon’s wrist, letting another tracker mesh into his skin. “I’m gonna go see my husband and—“ he let out a drunken giggle. “He’s gonna be so pissed about the money I lost.”

“Uh,” Goon pulled Jesse’s hand off him. “Look, buddy, you should probably get back to him and lay off the whiskey.”

Jesse laughed and patted Goon’s cheek, “I ain’t ever gonna lay off the whiskey, sweetheart.”

Before Goon could reply, Jesse stumbled off in Gabriel’s direction, mentally cataloguing every person he stumbled past. A good amount of them were involved in organized crime, many old rivals of Deadlock, and he was itching to just blow the damn casino up. It was probably involved in money laundering anyway, Morrison couldn’t be too angry about that.

But that was a job for another day. That night, he needed to let Gabriel know of what he had done.

“Hey, babe,” Jesse wrapped an arm around Gabriel’s waist and nuzzled into his neck.

“You’re back early, sweetheart,” Gabriel said slowly. Translation: you’re supposed to be keeping an eye on the mark.

“Nothin’ was really happenin’,” Jesse nuzzled against Gabriel’s neck some more and tried to not inhale the spicy scent of his cologne too much. “I ended up really buggin ’ one of them big guys.”

Gabriel grabbed Jesse’s chin with a light touch and inspected him, “Did you?”

“I don’t think he liked me touchin’ him much,” Jesse let out another fake drunken giggle and shook his head from Gabriel’s touch. “I’m bein’ rude though, who’s this pretty lady?”

The woman’s grin was strained, “I’m Marina Stoermer.”

“What a pleasure,” Jesse placed a hand on his chest and bowed. “I’m Michael’s lucky charm.”

“He’s drunk,” Gabriel said in apology as he wrapped a hand around Jesse’s waist and tapped three times with two fingers. Their signal for she knew nothing. “Drunk and my husband, Clint.”

“He seems… nice,” Marina said slowly.

“He’s very, but unfortunately I should cut our conversation short, Miss Stoermer,” Gabriel said politely. “I need to set Clint up with a bed, a glass of water, and some aspirin.”

“Well, it would be nice to continue our conversation later, Michael,” Marina said. “I’ve met very few people able to talk in detail with about how the Crisis affected music.”

“Music has always been a passion of mine,” Gabriel’s smile was courteous but his grip tightened around Jesse’s waist. “I would love to continue the conversation tomorrow at lunch— down the street at the little Iranian place. Perhaps your boyfriend would like to join us? Only if Clint’s not too hungover, that is.”

Marina laughed, “I think Johnny would love to, and I certainly would.”

“It’ll be a date then,” Gabriel nodded before turning around with Jesse. Jesse let Gabriel carry most of his weight, playing the drunk as he stumbled and tripped over his own two feet.

“Which one did you bug?” Gabriel asked when they were on the elevator back to their floor.

“Big ginger one at my table,” Jesse replied. “Acted piss drunk and got touchy feely. Got two bugs on him, each one recording audio and location.”

“Good,” Gabriel nodded. “I put a bug in Marina’s drink and hopefully we’ll be able to get something in Odea’s tomorrow.”

“And for the rest of the day?” Jesse asked, fucking with his cufflinks before Gabriel grabbed his wrist to stop him, grip strong and warm.

“We spend some time in the honeymoon suite prepping before going to a candlelit dinner where we’ll hopefully be running into Odea,” Gabriel replied. He pulled Jesse’s hands apart and guided them so one rested on his waist. Jesse’s heart raced at the contact and the elevator dinged as they reached their floor. “Odea should be getting lucky with Marina tonight, she was talking about him wining and dining her.”

——

“So what would you do if I ordered the most expensive thing on the menu?” Jesse picked a roll of bread apart into tiny pieces that he chewed on slowly. Odea hadn’t shown — the trackers on Marina and Goon #1 had taken them across town — so the two of them were eating their meal in the hotel with the intention of checking in with Blaise and Dupont after dinner.

Gabriel looked at him, expression neutral-verging-on-disapproving before looking down at the menu. “So you want...” he paused as he skimmed through the listing of food. “Caviar and escargot topped with gold leaf and shaved truffle as a meal, or is this a test?”

Jesse made a face, “When I asked, I figured it’d be something like filet mignon.”

“I mean if you want something gross, go for it, I don’t give a shit,” Gabriel shrugged and set the menu down. “Personally I’m happy with their duck confit.”

“I’ll just get their ribeye,” Jesse said slowly and fidgeted with his watch. It was a new watch, different than the one Gabriel had gifted him a couple of months earlier.

Thanks to his fiddling, he knew exactly how much time passed — one minute and forty seconds — before Gabriel said, “I know you have questions.” He was stony faced and watching Jesse. “Ask.”

“You do this for everyone, yeah?”

“Taking them on missions?”

Jesse’s lips twitched, “You know what I meant— buying them all this shit, spending all this money on them.”

“Would it make you feel better if I did?” Gabriel ripped off a chunk of bread, dipped it in olive oil, and then popped it into his mouth.

Jesse exhaled slowly through his nose, “So that’s a no, isn’t it?”

Gabriel was silent.

“Is this some sugar daddy shit?” Jesse blurted out.

“Do you want it to be?”

“Holy fucking hell man— could you just stop answering questions with more questions?”

“What do you want me to say?” Gabriel asked. “That I’m a dirty old man that enjoys spending money on a kid half my age, that I could be the father of?”

“I’m twenty.”

“And I’m forty one,” Gabriel took a sip of his wine, golden eyes glinting in the candlelight.

“Look I’m an a— wait, no, that’s not the point. Seriously, Reyes, is this some sugar daddy shit?”

“If you want it to be,” Gabriel shrugged. He picked up one of the knives and played with it as he spoke, “If you want me to keep spending money on you without it getting sexual, that’s fine, I don’t care. If you don’t want me to spend money on you at all, that’s fine too. But it’s my educated guess that you’d very much like to be on your knees in exchange for me spending as much money on you as I care to.” The metal of the knife caught the candlelight and Gabriel and Jesse both stared at it, “And I care to spend a lot of it.” Gabriel looked up at him with an expectant look.

Jesse swallowed, feeling small under the intensity of Gabriel’s gaze. “I—“

Before he could finish his thought, their waiter arrived at the table. “Have you gentlemen decided on what you wanted.”

“Clint, have you?” Gabriel asked, question loaded with intent.

“Oh— uh, yeah. I’ve decided,” Jesse’s heart thundered in his chest. “I’ll take the ribeye.”

“And you, sir?” The waiter turned to Gabriel.

“The duck confit,” Gabriel said, fingers drumming on the table. “And I’ll take a bottle of what I’m having,” he motioned towards the small amount of wine left in his glass. Jesse wasn’t much of a wine guy, he preferred hard liquor, but knew that whatever Gabriel was drinking, it was pricey. “And a bottle of the Heritage Collection,” that , Jesse was familiar with. Good ol’ three thousand dollar Kentucky bourbon.

“Of course, I’ll be right out with those,” their waiter said before turning around and walking off.

“And your decision?” Gabriel’s voice was low and his eyes were locked with Jesse’s.

Like a dog, Jesse wanted to look away from Gabriel’s intense gaze. But he forced his voice to stay calm and made himself keep the eye contact, “So you haven’t been givin’ the gifts and shit to everybody?” He asked, knowing he was avoiding the question.

“Fuck no,” Gabriel snorted. “Thought you were smart enough to realize you were the only one getting them.”

Jesse exhaled slowly, “Thought it was normal. Ain’t like you got much else to spend your money on.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not spending my money on just anyone. But a brat who came spitting and screaming in a three thousand dollar leather jacket?” Gabriel’s lips parted in a grin, revealing white teeth. “I thought it would be interesting to tame that.”

“Four thousand actually, and you can’t forget the Italian leather boots,” Jesse said, trying to ignore the tame that .

“Can’t forget the Italian leather boots,” Gabriel was still grinning as he repeated Jesse.

Their waiter came with their drinks and two salads. Wordlessly, he set them in front of Gabriel and Jesse before leaving.

“And your reason for… all of this?” Jesse poured himself a glass of bourbon to avoid looking at Gabriel.

“You look good, shoot well, and are a wild beast,” Gabriel said, as if it were as much explanation as Jesse needed.

“And that’s enough of a reason to spend three thousand bucks on a bottle of bourbon for me?” Jesse asked. “Ain’t like I got much in the way to repay you since the American government reclaimed all of my cash.” He didn’t add and because Blackwatch pays me pennies as much as he wanted to.

“Do you have a problem with it? I could stop if you want because you still haven’t told me your decision.”

“So you’re serious about this sugar daddy shit?”

“If you don’t want it, no skin off my back,” Gabriel popped another piece of bread in his mouth.

“It’s— I wouldn’t—“ Jesse stopped and exhaled slowly, his skin felt like it was on fire. “Yeah, yeah I’m good for it.”

The look on Gabriel’s face could only be described as smug. Like a pleased cat, he blinked slowly at Jesse. As if it were how he planned it— which for fuck’s sake it probably was. Jesse wouldn’t have been surprised if he had it planned out since the day he dragged Jesse out of a prison cell by the back of his neck. But for Jesse? When it came to his fantasies of Gabriel, they were usually centered around Gabriel catching him as he tried to run away, fucking him roughly to let him know who he belonged to.

Not sitting at a candlelit dinner, wearing a suit — one that was probably more expensive than all of his belongings back at base combined — that Gabriel bought him. Definitely not with Gabriel proposing to become his sugar daddy.

“After dinner tonight,” Gabriel poured himself a glass of the wine and paused to inhale its aroma. “When we return to the room, I have another gift for you.”

“It’s not your dick, is it?” Jesse blurted out.

That earned a legitimate laugh from Gabriel, “Who the fuck do you think I am? Christ, McCree.”

“My boss who just offered to be my sugar daddy?” Jesse said.

“Fair enough,” Gabriel raised his eyebrows and paused as their waiter silently slid their plates in front of them. Jesse’s stomach growled at the scent of the rare steak and rich mash plated next to it. When the waiter left, Gabriel continued, “If you want to suck my dick for it, though, I wouldn’t be upset.”

The way Gabriel spoke sounded less like he was asking Jesse to suck his dick and more like he was talking about what movie he wanted to stream that night. It shouldn’t have turned Jesse on as much as it did, but fuck the dismissive tone was doing something to him.

Jesse tried to quell the arousal by slowly chewing a bite of steak and looking anywhere but Gabriel. The way Gabriel looked at people, it was like he stared straight through them to the very core of their being. Being alone with him at dinner didn’t change that at all.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, Jesse trying his best not to tear through the steak in seconds. He figured Gabriel was in a similar boat, knew that the duck wouldn’t be enough for him, the damn super soldier, and that he’d be ordering pizza or something just to get the calories he needed.

“I was being honest earlier when I told you what I’d do to you,” Gabriel wiped his lips with a napkin and stared at Jesse. “How long do you think you could last on my fingers before I touched your dick and before I fucked you?”

Jesse nearly choked on his steak. “Is this something you want me to answer, or something you want to try out for yourself?”

Gabriel grinned and took another bite of his duck. For a long moment he chewed, leaving Jesse with nothing but the sound of blood throbbing in his ears until he finally swallowed and said, “We have time to find out tonight.”

“If we do this,” Jesse tapped his knife on the surface of his steak nervously. “I have something that…” he trailed off, unsure of what Gabriel’s reaction would be to his request.

“What do you want?” Gabriel asked.

“I want to bring back Deadlock— set up a puppet leader so I can head it while still doing Blackwatch,” Jesse said in one breath, words running together.

Jesse expected anger from Gabriel or maybe disapproval. What he didn’t expect was the tiniest of grins to twitch on his mouth, “I have some friends I could arrange that with.”

“What will Morrison do if he finds out?” Jesse asked, Gabriel’s easy acceptance of his proposal had shocked him. Gabriel hadn’t even fucking blinked.

“Jack and I have… an arrangement. The golden boy isn’t nearly as pure as the world thinks,” Gabriel cut off another piece of duck and held his fork out for Jesse. “Try this, Jesse, it’s wonderful.”

Jesse’s question was put on pause as he leaned forward to bite the meat off of Gabriel’s fork. Gabriel was right, it was incredible, perfectly succulent and the skin was crisp. “It’s amazing,” Jesse said.

“If you’re curious about Jack’s arrangement with me, by the way,” Gabriel leaned forward and wiped some of the grease from the duck off of Jesse’s chin with a thumb. “I’ll take you along to his next session.”

Jesse’s brows knit together, “Is this a sex thing?”

Gabriel snorted, “Nah, not for me at least. The enhancement program fucked with the both of us and well… I’m able to get the violence fix with Blackwatch a lot more easily than he’s able to get it with Overwatch. So when I extract information and I’m on my own on paper...”

Jesse let out a low whistle, putting two and two together, “Guess there’s a lot I didn’t realize about either of you.” His dick twitched as he imagined the perfect Strike Commander taking part in one of Gabriel’s tor— information extraction sessions.

Gabriel laughed softly, “And I thought I trained the Deadlock out of you.”

“With all due respect, Gabriel, I don’t think anything could’ve trained Deadlock outta me,” Jesse shook his head and took another bite of his steak. “I was born into it, makes sense that I’d return to it.”

When Jesse looked up, away from his steak, Gabriel’s gaze was warm, approving even, “I’m interested to see what you will do with it.”

“Ain’t you supposed to be throwin’ me in jail for even thinking about bringing Deadlock back?” Jesse asked before shoving another bite of expensive steak in his mouth and washing it down with a hundred dollar sip of whiskey.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Gabriel grinned, it was a sly grin, sly and smug. “Impress me enough and maybe I’ll let you get privy to it.”

——

As soon as the door to their hotel room closed behind them, Gabriel was on Jesse, sucking marks and kissing along his neck. It was immediate, it was possessive, it was everything Jesse had always hoped that Gabriel would be with him.

“You’re mine,” Gabriel bit at the juncture of Jesse’s neck and shoulders and Jesse hissed in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Fuck ,” Jesse groaned and grabbed Gabriel’s trim waist, suddenly wishing they were both much less dressed than they were. His dick was hard as an iron rod in his pants, pressing uncomfortably against the tight fabric.

Gabriel ground his hips against Jesse’s, groaning slightly. The scent of his cologne was strong in Jesse’s nose and Jesse let himself inhale the scent deeply, unlike how he tried to barely breathe hours earlier. Despite all the ways Gabriel had tried to differentiate Michael King from himself, the cologne stayed the same. The same, spicy scent that he always wore.

“Stay dressed and get on the floor,” Gabriel ordered in his smooth voice. “You can take off your shoes and blazer, but that’s all.” Abruptly, Gabriel pulled off of Jesse, leaving him reeling. One second he was there, the next he was walking away.

“Just walk out with no explanation, that’s fine,” Jesse grumbled to himself as Gabriel headed into one of the side rooms in the hotel room to grab who knows once. While waiting, he slid down against the bed onto the cool, marble floor before pulling off his shoes and tossing his blazer onto the bed.

“Is there anything you wouldn’t let me do to you?” Gabriel called from the other room.

Jesse thought for a moment, “I ain’t much for feet and don’t want to even think about touching shit or vomit.” He scratched his chin while he thought, “Would rather you not beat me too hard either.”

“All that’s more than fair for me,” Gabriel had a bag in one hand and had stripped down to just his button up, a pair of black boxer briefs, and still his shoes and socks. “I’d rather not beat you at all, so hopefully you weren’t really wanting that.”

Jesse swallowed as he watched Gabriel set the bag on the bed and unbutton his shirt, revealing tan skin and a muscular chest. “In general, I’m just kinda down for whatever want, I guess,” Jesse shrugged. “I trust you,” he was almost surprised at how much he meant the words. Gabriel might have been potentially sociopathic and was definitely terrifying, but Jesse trusted him. After all, it wasn’t like he didn’t have problems of his own.

He didn’t vocalize what he was really thinking, that it went beyond just him trusting Gabriel. He’d honestly let Gabriel do literally anything to him. He was completely Gabriel’s, probably was since that day three years ago when Gabriel gave him a life changing offer.

“Good boy,” Gabriel hummed in approval. “Move further away from the bed, and take the pants off too, leave the underwear on.

Jesse couldn’t help the heat that bloomed in the chest at the words good boy . The small praise was enough to have his dick grow harder and he stripped out of his pants as fast as possible. He couldn’t figure what game Gabriel was playing at, but he didn’t mind. He trusted Gabriel to lead him well, to treat him right. A few short steps led Gabriel to standing just a foot or two away from Jesse, far enough away that Jesse couldn’t easily go to fondle his dick, but close enough that the scent of his cologne was intoxicating.

“Stay there,” Gabriel’s voice was a low purr as he pulled his dick from his boxer briefs, soft, Jesse noticed with something akin to disappointment. Jesse watched as he rubbed his thumb along the soft length a few times and bounced it in his palm, “Might have had a bit too much wine with dinner.”

That was all the warning Jesse got before a stream of piss hit him directly in the chest. He stared at Gabriel, eyes wide. When he said that he had trusted Gabriel, he expected something more like choking on his dick rather than getting fucking pissed on .

“You’re doing well,” Gabriel murmured with a sigh, piss still streaming hot from his cock. Jesse felt like he should have been more disgusted, disgusted or offended that Gabriel was using him like a fucking urinal .

The piss pooled in the creases of his shirt, dripping down onto the floor as Gabriel continued pissing on him, soaking Jesse’s shirt and angling his cock down more to piss directly against Jesse’s clothed erection. He didn’t expect the moan it would draw from his lips, the feeling of slowly tapering off piss on his dick.

He thought again of how disgusted he should have been feeling, how the scent of piss was fucking everywhere. But he was hard as a rock, even as his shirt felt cold against his skin and piss streamed off of him into a puddle that he was kneeling in.

Gabriel shook the last few drops off of his dick and stared at Jesse, “I want you to suck me off and then clean that up.” The tone of his voice was soft, unlike like any other time Gabriel was giving orders. Yet, despite that, it was still clear that he expected it, that if Jesse didn’t do it, there’d be punishment. The expectation was almost more clear in that soft voice than when he was barking orders during morning training.

Of what kind, Jesse wasn’t sure. He was treading new ground, unfamiliar territory with a man who was unpredictable as a desert rainstorm.

Cooling piss dripped onto Jesse’s legs as Gabriel stepped forward, hardening cock in hand and Jesse had to make a decision. Either suck his cock or see what punishments Gabriel would give him. Not as his commander but as his… boyfriend? Partner? Just sugar daddy? Jesse didn’t know.

But Jesse didn’t want to explore the punishment, not that night, maybe not ever. He didn’t want to see what would happen if he didn’t follow orders. No, what he wanted was half hard in front of him.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” A hummed observation of a fact, not a question. Gabriel carded his fingers through Jesse’s hair and tugged, not enough to rip out hair, but enough to feel the pressure.

Instead of answering, Jesse wrapped his lips around Gabriel’s cock. It was easier, not thinking, not responding, just acting. The taste of Gabriel’s skin was salty as Jesse ran his tongue along the underside of his cock. He forced himself to ignore the acrid taste of lingering piss still on the top of his cock.

His hand felt clammy and moist as he grabbed Gabriel’s thigh, whether it was from the piss or sweat from his own nerves, he didn’t know. But he needed something to hold onto as he took Gabriel’s cock further into his mouth until it prodded at the entrance to his throat.

“There you go, nice and open,” Gabriel’s voice was half a sigh as he rolled his hips experimentally. It took all of Jesse’s willpower not to gag at the intrusion, it had been years since he had sucked a dick. But it was Gabriel, and no matter how much he tested his limits, Jesse always wanted to please him, could never deny him. “Can you take all of it?”

Jesse wasn’t sure if he would be able to, but he didn’t think, just hummed around Gabriel’s cock and let him thrust into him until he bottomed out, Jesse’s nose buried in the neatly trimmed patch of hair at the base of Gabriel’s cock.

His throat convulsed around Gabriel’s dick, half gagging and thick spit fell from his lips. He could barely breathe, Gabriel’s dick was so far down his throat, but his burning lungs set him on fire, felt more pleasure than pain.

“So good,” Gabriel’s voice was a low growl and his breath hitched as he pulled back, letting Jesse gasp in a few breaths. “Working so hard, just for me.” He thrust in hard, ramming his cock down Jesse’s throat.

It was all Jesse could do to keep his mouth open for Gabriel and to not gag. He was beyond sucking and licking as Gabriel used his mouth and throat like a fleshlight. Soft moans left Gabriel’s mouth and his fingers tightened in Jesse’s hair, thrusts becoming small jerks that stayed in the back of Jesse’s throat.

And then all at once, Gabriel stilled and Jesse felt his cock twitch in his mouth. Gabriel was cumming down his throat, deep enough that he couldn’t taste it, could hardly breathe around the thick length. Gabriel stayed like that for seconds that felt like hours before finally pulling fully out, leaving Jesse’s throat aching in the perfect way.

“Look at you,” Gabriel ran a thumb along the corner of Jesse’s eye, wiping away the tears that had beaded there. “You’ll look even better tomorrow when I spread you on my cock, reward you for a mission well done.”

Jesse’s breath hitched in his chest, “Oh?”

Gabriel’s eyes were molten gold as he stared down at Jesse, cock hanging out still shiny with spit, “I gotta reward my top agent in some way, don’t I?”

“Yeah—yeah, thank you, Gabriel.”

“You can stand up, Jesse, get out of the piss and get a shower, I’ll take care of the cleanup,” Gabriel said to him. His voice was warm, affectionate even, a tone Jesse wasn’t used to, not from Gabriel Reyes. “And when it’s you and me, I’m Gabe.”

“I — yeah — of course, Gabe,” Jesse stood up, wincing as his knees cracked. Maybe kneeling on the hard floor hadn’t been such a good idea. “Should I get into any recon gear after the shower or just pajamas?”

“We’re retiring for the night, we can work on digging up info. And instead of pajamas, check out the bag over there,” Gabriel jerked his chin at the bag he had set down on the bed. Jesse licked his lips nervously as he grabbed the bag, not wanting to check out the insides just yet.

“I’ll be back out soon,” Jesse walked to the shower, hoping the warm water would help him sort out all of the feelings in his mind. None of this had been what he expected, but… none of it was unwelcome, not at all.

——

“Next time you decide to piss on me, give a man a little warning,” Jesse ran a towel through his hair in an attempt to dry it after his hot shower. He had slid on the lace panties Gabriel gave him and it was taking everything from him not to constantly tug at his dick and balls to readjust them. The lingerie was comfortable and soft, but really wasn’t made to accommodate a dick.

“You seemed to like it,” Gabriel was stretched on the bed, dressed in just a pair of boxer briefs and reading glasses, scrolling though his datapad. “Actually, you seemed to really like it.”

Jesse opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of a suitable response before giving up. “Has anything important popped up on the bugs?”

“Well, the big fucker you pegged is one of Odea’s goons,” Gabriel tapped a few times and a larger holoscreen popped up filled with information on Dan Mathews. “Murder, arson, possession, you name it he’s done it.”

Jesse snorted as he flicked through the holoscreen, “I had more than this on my record before I was fifteen.”

“Let’s talk about that,” Gabriel raised a brow and moved an arm, creating a spot for Jesse to nestle closer to him with.

“What about it?” Jesse asked warily. He sat down next to Gabriel whose arm wrapped around him near immediately.

“Deadlock, why do you think you can bring it back?”

“I can’t bring it back, not alone anyway,” Jesse snorted. “I don’t got any cash. You’re the one who could bring it back for me.”

“But why do you want it back?” Gabriel asked. “Walk me through the mind of Jesse McCree.”

“Deadlock was always supposed to be mine,” Jesse shrugged. “Y’all took it away before that could happen, though. But I really don’t think that I’d ever have stayed away from it forever, I’m meant for Deadlock, I guess.”

Gabriel snorted, “I gave you a shot at something good and you want to go back to where you came.”

“Deadlock paid better than Blackwatch,” Jesse said and Gabriel tightened his grip on him.

“Deadlock paid better than me?” Gabriel quirked an eyebrow and drew a snort out of Jesse.

“I’m talkin’ about Blackwatch specifically, pretty sure I don’t even make minimum wage,” Jesse scratched at his chin. “But the pay you’re starting to give me ain’t half bad.”

“You ever hear of Talon?” Gabriel asked after a moment of silence, changing the subject. “I doubt it, it’s pretty new.”

“They those friends you mentioned?” Jesse relaxed in Gabriel’s grip and let his head fall onto Gabriel’s shoulder.

“Yeah, there’s a few people I’m familiar with in it. Some old Deadlock buddies of yours, some former Los Muertos punks, then some more organized guys,” Gabriel said. “But let me ask you a more specific question — have you heard of Reaper? One of its founders?”

“Heard of? Yeah, rumors, mostly. He fucked up some Deadlock runs five years ago and I’ve seen some more stuff on Overwatch comms. Never anything solid, never an actual pic. Just rumors of masked death that appeared somewhere around the middle of the Crisis.”

“He’ll be making an appearance tomorrow night at the opera,” Gabriel closed his eyes and threw his head back on the pillow. Lazily, he traced circles on Jesse’s bare shoulder with his fingers as he paused his speaking. “There’ll be a massacre, some businessmen and gang leaders — all threats to where Talon wants to expand — will be there and he’ll come from the shadows, strike quickly, and, before there’s any chance for retaliation, be gone.”

“How do you know this?” Jesse asked slowly, hesitantly. He already knew the answer before Gabriel responded.

“You know, Reaper wouldn’t mind some assistance,” Gabriel peeked open an eye. “And I might have a few things prepped for you if you want to help me out some, Jesse. Another gift, I suppose.”

Jesse swallowed and slowly exhaled through his nose before he slowly responded, “Seems like a way to get Talon and Deadlock 2.0 off to a good start for a fruitful partnership.”

“Seems like a way to prove to me that you’re worth all the money I’ll spend on you,” Gabriel grinned at him. “Because at the end of the day, Talon’s… well I want loyalty to me, not loyalty to Talon, not loyalty to Blackwatch.”

“Sweetheart I’ve proven that to you ten thousand times over,” Jesse responded. “But I’d follow you anywhere, Gabe, you know that.”

“I suppose I do,” Gabriel squeezed Jesse’s shoulder. “Get some sleep, Jesse, tomorrow you’re gonna be working your ass off.”

Jesse wanted to bark out a smart remark, tell Gabriel that he couldn’t fall asleep on command. Yet every fiber of his body had been trained by Gabriel to follow orders. So before he could say anything, sleep began to overtake him.