CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Epilogue: Six Years Later (Patreon)

Last time: Hanzo, after a long, difficult journey, finally won against the Elite Four and the reigning champion, making all his dreams come true.

Content/warnings: established relationship; dom/sub; gentle

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There had been a surprising string of challengers at the League, though only two made it up to Hanzo and none of those won.

His team is in excellent shape these days, if he may say so himself, and he does not see himself losing any time soon. Not with the title of ‘Longest-Running-Champion’ to defend.

He enjoys his job tremendously, though he could do with less of the political aspect of it. All in all, he usually has a lot of free time – unless there are occasions such as this one, where a lot of challengers means he is away from home for an unduly amount of time.

The gauntlet is over now, though, and he’s arrived just as the sun is starting to creep up over the horizon. He pauses for a moment in front of the old farm house, letting Cassidy’s Rockruff come in and sniff at him to make sure that he is still the person that left a month and a half ago.

Once they are satisfied and run back to the grass to keep napping, he takes his Pokéballs and lets his team out of their confinements. They stretch and go looking for their favorite spots all over the place, various limbs or muzzles gently brushing against him as they move past their trainer without otherwise acknowledging him.

Kikuri runs toward the forest, ostensibly looking for Cole’s Zoroark. Hanzo isn’t quite sure to this very day whether they hate or love each other. Cole is swearing that they’re partners and he’s seen them mate a few times, but Hanzo, while not doubting the other’s eyes, is not sure whether those aren’t some elaborate hate fucks.

One can only guess with those two.

Alfonse is moseying his way over to the barn where he will most likely check up on all the little Skiddo that have been newly born. He still is much more of a lover than a fighter, and Hanzo only brings him along for when he needs to throw his opponent for a loop. He has long since stopped trying to make something out of the big Pokémon that it simply is not meant to be.

Maddox creeps over to his brothers to lie down with them, though he most likely will find his way inside the farmhouse and inside Cole’s and Hanzo’s bed within the next few hours.

Byte gives him a small zap that surely would have woken him up if Hanzo weren’t already wide awake and brimming with energy. He watches as the small Pokémon vanishes inside the main house in an instant and wonders what appliance he is going to haunt this time. He seems to definitely have his favorites, like the coffee machine or the TV, but if Hanzo has learned anything from Byte over the past six years it is that he enjoys mayhem the most and will gladly change his routine up to fuck around with his favorite victim – Cole.

The amount of toys Hanzo has had to relinquish to the little ghost because the thought of having him inside one as it was… in use… made him extremely paranoid.

He’s briefly plunged into darkness as Zeus pushes up into the air and flies to behind the building where there is a spot where he can stretch out in his full length and bask in the sun.

King is the only one staying with him for a moment, lowering his head to let Hanzo rub his nose and along the length of his horn. Over the years, it has gotten chipped a few times, but he is still as gorgeous as ever.

“Until next time,” Hanzo mutters softly. King exhales, breath overly hot against Hanzo’s skin before he, too, trots away, leaving Hanzo to grab his duffel bag and make his way into the house.

He’s being carefully quiet, though he knows that there is little that can rouse Cassidy when he is sleeping. The snoring is already audible the moment he pushes the door open. It gets him inordinately excited to get his hands on Cole again.

He makes his way up to the bedroom and puts the bag down in the hallway outside the door before entering quietly. He’s been wondering whether he should tell Cole that he’s coming back today just to come home to one of his lavish breakfasts, but when he sees him lying there, the thin blanket wrapped around his legs as he’s been rolling around in his sleep a bunch.

Hanzo watches him for a moment; how there is a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, the room thick with the warm smell of his body despite the window being cracked open a little.

He’s on his belly, the plump swell of his ass so visible that it gets Hanzo’s blood pumping faster.

He can’t remember the last time they’ve been separated for so long. Usually he’s been able to get his hands on Cassidy’s body almost every goddamn day and to not have been able to do whatever he pleases to him for more than a month has been… a lot.

Hanzo gets back into gear, moving toward the bed while divesting himself of his clothes. He throws them in the general direction of the laundry basket, though he can’t be bothered to be overly neat right now – which amuses him to some extent.

Before throwing his pants across the room, he slips out his phone and briefly glances at the messages. They’re mostly from Lúcio, sending him pictures from the stage of one of his concerts. He’ll have to look at them later; once he’s made sure that Cole is a lot more sticky and sweaty than he is right now.

Just a couple, he realizes and stops briefly to look at them more closely, are from Hana. They’re all about prototype toys she developed and that she desperately wants Hanzo and Cole to test.

He shakes his head, cheeks feeling a little warm at the lewd descriptions she unselfconsciously puts into her texts. She probably will never change… but then again, he can’t say that he minds too much. These outings are usually rather fun.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, putting his phone down on the little side table. There are a couple unopened letters addressed to him there, all from Genji. He still can’t quite get used to seeing his brother’s handwriting.

To be quite honest he had not thought Genji knew how to hold a pen. It’s been Zenyatta’s idea… the whole writing each others letters business. And that is a surprise in and off itself – the fact that Genji is still head over heels for his boyfriend and patiently living his life in the boondocks, apparently more than satisfied with everything. At least according to the letters.

Not that he isn’t trying to rile Hanzo up even in writing form…

Hanzo leaves them be for now. He needs to be awake and relaxed to deal with his brother’s shenanigans – and he just knows how to accomplish that last one.

He twists around to face Cassidy and stretches out his arm, hand hovering across his body, not quite touching, just feeling the absolute heat radiating off of him. After six years of living together in the same home, Hanzo honestly is neither surprised nor phased anymore by how much Cole sweats. It seems inevitable with the heat he produces.

Hanzo reaches for his scarred left arm, slowly uncurling the fingers from the bed sheets and stretching them out one by one. He puts his own hand over it, enjoying the sight of how much more square Cole’s is. Big and strong and able to do so much damage… but actually being so gentle. He lifts Cole’s hand and leans in, pressing a few trailing kisses against his skin and feeling the scar tissue against his lips.

Despite all of that, Cole does not move an inch; there is not even a break in his low, oddly sensual snoring. He must feel way too little in his damaged arm for Hanzo’s ministrations to even ping on his radar.

Carefully, Hanzo sets it back down on the bed and slides his hand up the muscular arm, feeling the warm, relaxed bicep and moving over the round muscle of his shoulder.

Finally, Hanzo puts his palm down just below the nape of Cole’s neck, thumb slowly swiping across the slick skin. There’s a pause in the snoring before it resumes, albeit more quiet. His face has tensed up slightly as he’s beginning to come up from his deep sleep.

Hanzo slides his hand up into his unkempt hair, fingertips sliding across the warm skin of his scalp. He rubs at him like one would pet a dog that they are particularly fond of. The old dopey kind of pet that you lost your whole heart to.

Hanzo finds himself quietly smiling, close mouthed and affectionate. While he rubs at Cassidy’s head, he reaches with his other hand for the blanket wrapped around his lower body. He has to tug quite a bit until the lazy bastard starts to grunt and comes up more and more from his sleep, moving his legs instinctively to let Hanzo get at whatever it is he might want.

Cole is so deliciously submissive. All big muscles and square jaw that is so perfect for Hanzo to sit on… or to listen to him drawl in that deep, warm voice.

“There you go,” Hanzo mutters when he finally can wrestle the blanket off enough that he has access to the furry cheeks. He slides his hand across one of them, fingers lightly digging into the meat. He half wants to spank him just to see the fat jiggle, but that seems hardly fair as Cole is still struggling with the last vestiges of sleep.

“Han…zo?” he mutters, stretching himself luxuriously beneath Hanzo’s hands. He can hear the muted crack of his spine before he relaxes into a boneless mess again, rubbing at his face with one rather uncoordinated hand.

Hanzo’s mouth twitches. He slips two fingers between Cole’s cheeks and presses them against his hole, slowly massaging the muscle as he feels it tensing up in surprise. “Who else would do this to you first thing in the morning?” he asks in a low voice. “You don’t have any other Masters who play with your body, do you, pet?”

He watches as Cole lets his hand fall back to the bed, his eyes only slowly becoming more clear as he processes what Hanzo has said. His brows pull together when Hanzo gently starts to push the tips of his fingers into him. It’s dry of course, but he’s not trying to force anything, and Cole’s mouth remains nice and soft, his breathing deepening.

After a few moments, he even pulls one knee up to his side, opening himself up for more of the treatment. He’s just so… mindlessly sexual. Always up to let his body get used by Hanzo. Always ready to serve him in whatever way Hanzo wants him to.

“Fuck… I missed you,” he whines on a low groan, arching his back. He’s properly awake now and it shows in how he slowly pulls himself up on his knees, arching his hairy ass up. Offering himself for Hanzo first thing in the morning.

Hanzo’s mouth twitches again. He leans forward, pressing a kiss against Cole’s cheek, fingers slipping from his hole and instead cupping his heavy breeder balls. They feel swollen and hefty.

“You were a good boy for me, weren’t you?” he croons at him. “Did not touch your big dick the whole time… waited for me to come back like a good boy.”

“Fuck yeah, I did,” Cole whines, head hanging low. He’s rocking backwards gently, trying for… Hanzo is not quite sure what. His lovely muscles are tensing nicely with every movement. He can feel the power in that body and it is getting him so damn hot–

“I’ve been waiting for you too,” Hanzo mutters. He brushes his thumb across the vulnerable skin of Cole’s sac; a slow back-and-forth that is riling both of them up. “It’s still so early that none of the Pokémon need you. So you can pay attention to me.”

Cole peers at him from beneath his arm. His gaze somehow looks both far away and very intense. “Yeah? Want me to take care of you with my cock?”

Hanzo licks his lips. He lets go of Cole’s testicles and lightly scratches his nails down the back of one of his thighs. “With your big fat cock? … Yes. I want you to fuck me senseless with your big nasty dick.”

Cole starts to move at that, eager to grab for Hanzo to probably pull him under his body and stuff him with dick like the mindless beast he is, but Hanzo gets up and moves out of reach before his thick fingertips can even brush his skin.

“Easy, cowboy. Get on your back and I’ll get ready for you.”

Cole whines again but he knows better than to argue. He’s become so well trained in these six years… Where way back he’s been just a horny mutt, he can now at least be polite enough to not try and cajole Hanzo into hurrying up so he can stick that big dumb dick of his into his body.

He rolls around with a grunt, his erection lying heavily in the crease of his thigh. The juicy tip is still hidden inside the generous slip of foreskin. Hanzo can feel his mouth watering at the sight. He leans down and presses a kiss against Cole’s sweaty forehead, then moves away for now to briefly press lube slick fingers into his asshole in the bathroom.

He gets everything so generously slick, he can feel it sliding down the insides of his thighs as he moves back out, eyes searching for their collar and finding it exactly where he left it a month and a half ago.

It looks completely clean; like Cole had taken care not to let it get swallowed up in dust during Hanzo’s absence.

He grabs it, fingers gliding across the supple, well-loved leather. It had been stiff in the beginning but by now it is so smooth and perfectly molded to Cole’s thick neck that it feels soft like skin.

There’s not a speck of rust on the heavy duty ring at the front.

“You took such wonderful care of your collar,” Hanzo croons as he turns back to the bed, seeing Cole lying there with his fist around his dick; not jerking himself off. Just holding on like it’s giving him some type of comfort.

He looks so lovely like this… this big, hirsute brute… all sweaty and unkempt and developing a gut that Hanzo is honestly going crazy about.

Not being a Champion has done worlds of good for Cole’s mental health. He’s become so mellow and just… happy. Puttering around on his farm, taking care of his Pokémon… Hanzo could see the change in him day by day and it had healed something in him as well.

“Course I did,” he finally drawls, the smile on his mouth lazy and warm. “You got it for me, after all.”

Hanzo lifts the collar to his mouth and, locking eyes with Cole, kisses the warm leather. He finally moves over to him. Cole lifts his upper body up in anticipation of the Collar which Hanzo slides around his neck, careful to lift his hair out of the way so he wouldn’t pinch it.

The motion is so familiar by now, it’s like breathing. He moves it so the ring is sitting neatly in Cole’s clavicle. He slides his finger into it and tugs lightly, watching Cole’s face go all but slack, like he is in absolute ecstasy.

Finger still in the ring, Hanzo reaches for his cock with the other, gently slapping his hand away and curling his own around the shaft.

He pulls down on it, watching the foreskin open up and stretch over the swollen tip. It is already so generously wet for him… so ready to show off.

“Such an eager puppy,” he murmurs, head swinging back around to look at Cole who stares at him from under heavy lashes, his sensual wide mouth so soft and kissable.

So Hanzo does just that. He leans down and presses a slow, downright chaste kiss against Cassidy’s lips while his hand is lovingly and slowly jerking his big dick. He can feel the throb of his heartbeat in his palm; the strength of his shaft as it flexes from the treatment.

He kisses him again and again, the intensity increasing as Cole mindlessly groans and tilts his head further back, his mouth opening like an offering that Hanzo gladly accepts.

He slides his tongue against Cole’s warm, responsive tongue, fucking just the tip between his lips over and over again until he can feel his body all but vibrating with the need for more.

Hanzo pulls back, slowly licking his lips, watching Cole’s face as it starts to go slack again as if he was about to fall back asleep… if it weren’t for the desperate erection he is fisting.

“Going down for me so quick?” Hanzo croons softly. “You need it bad, don’t you?”

“Uh…huh,” is all Cole replies in a breathy little voice. He starts to pull against the collar, wanting to lay back down – and Hanzo lets him. He briefly scratches beneath his scruffy chin before letting go of his erection and climbing on top of him.

He looks so gorgeous like that; just on the verge of a sub drop, big and hairy and all his. Hanzo reaches between his thighs to grab his dick again and lift it up. As it slides between his cheeks, hot and familiar, he can feel himself starting to relax for the first time in what seems to be forever.

He had not anticipated missing Cole as much as he has… but it seems to be quite mutual, if how easily he responds to him is anything to go by.

He’s just lying there, looking up at Hanzo, waiting to be used by him.

As Hanzo starts to slowly drag his tip across his hole back-and-forth, watching as Cassidy’s lovely brown eyes go brighter and brighter, his breathing wet and deep-chested. So eager to be of use. So in need of Hanzo’s cunt that just feeling it is sending him deep into subspace, his Adam’s Apple trembling behind the warm hug of the collar.

Hanzo finally holds him still and starts to spear himself on cock. It’s excruciatingly slow; just how he likes it best. To feel every bit of stretch as he opens up for Cole’s big dick, having it push into the warmth of his body with single minded eagerness; like it’s its own entity that just wants to crawl into his body for comfort.

He’s taken him so many times over the years they’ve known each other… and he still hasn’t gotten sick of that feeling. Of being able to feel Cole’s pulse against his rim or the way his dick fills him out so completely. So perfectly; pressing into his walls and making his bladder feel so, so full…

Once he does not have to hold Cole’s dick steady for himself, he puts his hands on his chest, nails gently scratching through the thick fur there. He is so warm and squishy… though Hanzo can feel the muscle from hard farm work underneath. It is absolutely addicting. He digs his fingers in, staring at the grooves they make on Cole’s chest while he lowers himself further and further until he finally sits on him, speared on cock, warm and big and flexing in his guts…

Cole reaches for him. Blunt fingertips dance across Hanzo’s knees and up his thighs, just brushing against him, asking without opening his mouth whether it is okay for him to touch.

“Good boy,” Hanzo murmurs in reply to that. “Such a good boy for me today… Having your big nasty cock ready for me to use.” He leans down some, feeling the thick shaft pulling against his hole and the subsequent explosions of sensation running up his spine. “Such a big fat nasty cock… just for me,” he croons low and intimate. “All mine… all mine to sit on and to ride until you go cross-eyed.”

Cole whimpers. His big hands curl around Hanzo’s hips, thumbs rubbing into his skin and against his hip bones. There’s a little bit more awareness coming into his gaze, though not too much.

He licks his lips. It takes him so long to find the appropriate brain cells to rub together so he can form some words.

“You feel so good around me. So soft and hot…”

Hanzo smirks. He looks right into Cole’s eyes as he starts to slowly move, hips rocking back-and-forth without letting him really slide out of the warm grip of his body. He doesn’t want to let him go. Not any time soon. At some point, the Rockruff will make a commotion to be fed, but until then… he can sit right where he is, speared on Cassidy’s dick, letting him rearrange his insides and make them form into the shape of his dick again after such a long time of absence.

“Keep talking,” he murmurs softly. “I want to hear your voice.”

Cole doesn’t immediately follow the order, though. His mouth opens but there’s no sound coming out other than his deep, wet breathing. He looks a little brain dead with how he’s going cross eyed, just staring down at the spot where the two of them are joined; maybe hypnotized by the slow wagging bounce of Hanzo’s erection.

Oh, he’s so sensitive and eager… he must really have followed Hanzo’s order to a T. Not putting a single finger on that cock of his while Hanzo was out and about working.

“My love,” he finally says. There’s a… fuzzy quality about him. Something Hanzo just can’t put his finger on but has come accustomed to over the years of playing with him. The first time had freaked him out, but now he loves having him like this.

Sliding into sub space. Just mindlessly eager to please Hanzo. To be told that he’s a good boy. That he’s perfect. That Hanzo loves him so, so, so much-

“Love you… love your pussy… so b-beautiful.” He certainly is no poet like this but he is trying so hard and Hanzo finds himself preening regardless.

He sits back, his spine nicely stretched, letting Cole see his fill before he leans forward and presses their chests together. It’s damn difficult to ride him like this but that’s okay. They don’t need much with how pent up they are. He just rocks his hips, dragging Cole’s big, warm cock back-and-forth across his insides.

His palms hold Cole’s scruffy cheeks and he stares into his eyes for a few minutes, silently riding him, watching how soft and vulnerable he looks.

In these moments… these quiet, intimate moments… he likes to think back on how they met. How insufferable he had thought this man to be. How absolutely unthinkable it had been for him back then that he would end up like this: a Master to his pet, riding Cole into his sweet little sub space and getting off on how trusting he is.

Just… loving him and his life so… so much.

There had been so many difficult times; moments in which Hanzo had been so close to giving up – but his team had brought him through. Lúcio had brought him through. Cole had brought him through.

Hanzo kisses him slowly; just a chaste little press of lips. Again. And again.

Before Cole can start begging, he whispers: “You can come… you can come, my good boy.”

And he does; a slow, oozing orgasm without any fireworks or fanfare but so deep and downright unsettling in its intensity, that Hanzo finds himself kissing a few tears away from Cole’s temples.

He keeps lying on top of him afterwards; letting himself get lulled into a doze by the slow up-and-down of his breathing.

It wouldn’t be too long until the Rockruff started barking for their breakfast but until then they can just enjoy the moment of peace and quiet.

What a wonderful and perfect life Hanzo has got.