McHanzo-FC

"Han, darlin'... what're these?" The second his lover's hands stopped suddenly at the skin of his upper back, Hanzo instantly knew that there was something afoot. As he should have. He knew it wouldn't take long for McCree to find the raised, aged, physical remnants of a dark and turbulent past. Sooner rather than later, he knew, the cowboy's wandering hands would have happened upon the harsh lines and indentations that crisscrossed his skin, and he would have to dredge up memories better left forgotten. Hanzo sighed. The feeling of McCree's warm hands delicately tracing the newly-discovered marks should have brought him comfort, but now it o