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April 2024 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2024-04-11 05:30:01 +0000 UTCHanzo/Soldier76 – somnophilia – Jack is the stand-in doctor for the day and he's going to take care of Hanzo.
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“Alright, then. Get on the bed.”
Morrison jerks his head over to said bed.
Hanzo narrows his eyes, his back getting stiff.
“I do not know if I can believe that Miss Ziegler has actually appointed you as her stand-in for today…”
Morrison just lifts a brow, crossing his hands in front of his chest. He and Hanzo have a short standoff, just staring at each other and daring the other to flinch first.
“I mean… you can turn around and march your ass right out of this room if you got so much time on your hands, Shimada. You’ll just have to re-schedule the checkup then because you know Mercy isn’t going to have you run around base without one.”
Hanzo’s face tightens. He sucks on his teeth, looking around the room before hissing a soft expletive under his breath.
“Very well.”
He gets on the bed with stiff movements, thick brows pulled together. He’s obviously thinking through this, and trying to figure out why he has to lay down in the first place, so Jack decides to get this over with quickly.
He grabs the inhaler he had put to the side in preparation for this.
“Okay, Shimada. Just… relax and take a nice, deep breath. It’ll be over before you know what happened.”
Hanzo’s dark eyes flick toward him, his face growing even more terse, if possible in the split second he has to even register what Jack said before the face mask is pressed over his nose and mouth.
He reacts quick as a snake, his hands shooting up to grab Morrison’s forearm, but he already compressed the button and the sedative is rushing through Shimada’s system in an instant. He can see those sharp, dark eyes going dazed as he is pulled under against his will.
“SShhh… shhh… I’ll take good care of you,” the old Soldier murmurs, free hand now petting over Hanzo’s hair. “Going to take real good care of you.”
There’s a last spark of anger in Shimada’s eyes before he loses the fight against the drugs and he slumps to the medical bed, knocked out.
Jack hums tunelessly under his breath as he moves to the door and locks it, then makes his way back over to the other man, sleeping and completely at his mercy.
“Finally,” he whispers under his breath as he pulls the sneakers off Shimada’s feet and throws them carelessly to the ground. “You’ve been a stingy little bitch with that body of yours. We wouldn’t have had to resort to such drastic measures if you had just spread your legs, hmn?”
He pauses and looks into Hanzo’s now relaxed face as if waiting for an answer. There is none, of course. He is warm and heavy as he gets undressed by the old Soldier.
“I haven’t been lying, you know. Angela did tell me to take over for today. But I don’t think he imagined me being quite this thorough… I just like taking care of what’s mine.”
Hanzo just breathes deeply. His body must have been really exhausted.
Jack is just doing him favors… and taking his payment as he goes.
