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Something has changed.

The small things particularly.

The way they look at each other.

The way they touch.

The way they think the way they move the way they exist with one another.

Something has changed.

It must have been a few months since the start of their "partnership".

Seven-eight maybe, Hog wasn't sure, time flies like hell when you're constantly running from an angry mob of junkers thirsty for that big cash prize.

But this night, this night was one of the quiet, slow ones. They sure don't have many of those, so every time there is some peace, they try to enjoy it as much as they can.

And so they did.

The sky was full of stars, stretching far across the deep blue with a tiny tinge of yellowy-green (most likely from the radiation) but in a way it made the sky look even more beautiful... or at least that's what Roadhog was telling himself. 

They were sitting near a small campfire they just finished making.

The smaller junker was weirdly quiet.

Normally Hog would thank the gods above for a moment of peace, since every day he must deal with the constant babble for hours on end and random bursts of laughs, but for some reason he was concerned for the Rat? Yea sure he had quiet moments from time to time but this, this was especially odd. 

He diverted his full attention to the said man, who was laying on his stomach, almost across from the big man, left hand on his chin supporting him while the other drawing patterns in the sand. His big eyes partially closed, fire reflecting off of them, giving them a yellow glow.

Even in moments like these, while he was doing absolutely nothing, his face still had that 'wild spark' to it.

The face of a man capable of creating such chaos in a span of seconds.

There was something... Exciting about it to Roadhog.

"You okay?" The masked man finally spoke.

Amber eyes looked up and the small junker smiled faintly.

"Yea mate everything's fine!" 

He propped himself up with the other hand to his face, trying to appear more cheerful.

"You real quiet tonight." 'It's unlike you.' Hog added in his head.

"Well, I- I been just thinking about..." his eyes looked around nervously.

"...Our next big plan!" "Ye" He snapped his fingers and pointed at the big man,  adding a smug smirk.

'...ookay'  Hog thought, although he wasn't sure that was the genuine response he didn't dwell further, instead grunted affirmatively.

He took a stick lying next to him and poke the fire a few times. Few minutes passed completely quiet, only faint cracks from the flames and crickets singing in the distance.

"o!" Rat suddenly sat up and went to search for something in his bag, after few rustles he presented a chocolate bar

"Want some?"

Hog nodded.

That made the smaller man hurry to sit down close to his friend and with a smile he started unwrapping the candy.

"So, remember when we were ambushed in that ol' house near that small scrapyard?"

"I snagged a few goodies while those bastards was chasing us hehehee" 

He continued.

"Like roight when we were going through the rooms, I was just grabbing stuff off' ta tables" 

He handed the chocolate to his friend with a grin.

"While you was shootin?"

Hog broke off half of it for himself.

"While I was shootin!!" 

Both men let out a short chuckle.

Hog put his big hand on Rat's head and ruffled the blond hair.

The small junker squinted his eyes and let out a happy squeak- like sound.

That was adorable.

Roadhog could feel his face feeling warmer behind his mask as he put his hand down.

He lifted the mask up just so, to uncover his lips and eat the rather small to him, piece of candy.

This was it.

The Rat's favorite moment, the moment so rare but so worth the wait every time.

He of course did ask before, multiple times in fact, for the big man to show him his face but every time there was some sort of excuse, and when Rat pushed further, it made the Hog mad. 

So he stopped asking, instead every time the occasion comes he watches intensely, trying to see as much as possible.

He doesn't know why he has such an obsession, but it's something he can't stop doing.

And so he did just that.

It was the face of an older man, rough looking, with sliver stubble around his strong jaw.

Countless scars and spots across, all different shades of dark red.

A tip of his broad nose, almost hidden whole by the black leather.

And the lips, ah they were probably his favorite part. Big and pink, with a thick scar running on the side, down his chin. 

His thoughts ran wild, imagining how the Hog looked whole.

"Stop staring." He heard a low grunt escape those magnificent lips.

His face lit up red and he quickly looked away.

"S- sorry mate, but y'know." He let out an awkward giggle.

Hog sighed, sliding his mask back on.

"I will see it one day mate, I just know it!" 

And before Roadhog could respond, the small man wrapped himself around his arm tightly.

He began to feel hot, I mean hotter than he was, from sitting near a fire.

He looked down, from behind the leather at the scruffy yellow hair, burned at the tips with dark brown color. 

The sharp smell of smoke slowly creeping into his nose.

He felt the light twitching of small hands around his muscles, some warm and soft, others cold and metallic.

And the pressure of the man's chest expanding as he slowly took breaths.

Was Rat so clingy to everyone or was it just Hog that was the victim.

It was hard to say, because for all the time they been around each other, Roadhog was the only person that wasn't hostile to the small junker.

Maybe, maybe thats the thing.

Rat just didn't had anyone else, any other friend, any other person that he could feel safe with, that he could exercise his human need for contact with another. 

And to be honest, Hog also didn't had anyone like that.

I mean sure, he had few friends, but they lived across the country or even further, so it was hard to meet in person often.

But Hog didn't feel the need to be all over somebody like Rat did.

That's what he couldn't get.

The night passed fast, with both men taking turns on the guard while the other slept.

And soon enough the sun rose again.

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They went on the bike, riding for some time, stopping a few times to scavenge through abandoned buildings. But ultimately they didn't had any particular destination in mind. 

"Mhhh, mate can we stop for a sec, I gotta take a leak." The small man tapped his friend's arm.

"O! here here under them rocks!"

He quickly pointed to the side of the road.

And the driver did just that, turn to the right slightly, off the road and parked under a huge rock formation, tall enough to give them quite a big shade. 

Rat got out and ran off to the side to take care of his business.

Hog turned the engine off and stood up to stretch his legs.

Things around were quiet, maybe a little too quiet. He is used to living near the Junkertown, which is a huge chunk of hot metal, sounds of gunshots and constant barrage from the people either fighting or just screaming at random.

I mean... he has a mini, walking version of that near him 24/7, but if he had to choose between existing in the city again or having five Rats around him, he would still choose the latter.

And the boiling sun, that was definitely something he hated the most. Especially with Roadhog being a bigger man it absolutely did take a toll on him.

He heard the small man approach, then standing next to him.

"Aye nice ain't it?" He put his hands on his sides taking in a deep breath.

"We should stop for a while."

"Need to take a brake." 

Hog turned to him.

The man beneath him nodded enthusiastically and trotted off to retrieve a small blanket from the vehicle.

He sat down on it and with a smile patted the cloth next to him inviting his friend to join. 

Two men spent some time chatting and eating snacks they found while exploring, enjoying the slight breeze. 

Must have been a few hours at best, sun now turning orange, lower on the sky, but still beaming as hard as it did before.

They packed their stuff and loaded it onto the bike hidden near the bushes, ready to ride again.

Junkrat was standing in the middle of the road, looking far in one direction, holding his hand on the forehead trying to shield his eyes from the unforgiving sun.

"Aye Roadie we goin this way roight?" He turn around and pointed back at the road

"We have any plans for now?" He then added.

The big man was walking his bike in the junker's direction.

"Yup.. and nope."

Rat's pointing hand went limp and he was about to say something when he was interrupted by a loud bang.

Both men jumped and quickly turned in the direction of the source.

"Fuck." Hog grunted as he saw the fast approaching cars filled with what he assumed was, the bounty hunters. Few of them sitting on the doors, guns shooting blindly.

The big man hopped onto his bike, quickly turned it on and with the machine's roar, sand flying everywhere from beneath the wheels, turned sharply to the right.

As he went he snatched Junkrat from the middle of the road and swiftly placed him on the sidecar.

"oof!" As he landed with a thud on the seat.

"Oi fer a second there I thought you mighta leave me there on the road!" He laughed nervously.

"Never."

Hog looked him straight in the eyes.

At that the smaller man's face lit up in a flush and he grinned fully.

"Now get them off of us." Roadhog motioned to the back.

"Gotcha!" Rat turned around to face the  opponents and picked up his frag launcher, stashed away in one of the inside pockets of the sidecar. 

The cars were close behind, although beat up and rough looking they still had hell of a power and were almost closing in on them.

The bullets on the other hand were missing badly. These guys were real amateurs for sure.

Even though amateurs, they still had them outnumbered by a lot, which could be a serious threat if luck was on their side.

Junkrat aimed and let the bombs roll.

Some of the explosives landed damaging one car but not enough to really stop them.

Bullets flew past them, some hitting the ground before them, some landing on the metal bike with a distinctive 'tink'. 

Not after long few of them hit Hog in the back with a splash of crimson.

He grunted in pain, but kept the bike as steady as ever.

Rat immediately turned to his friend, with a worried expression.

"Fuck mate you okay?!" 

He stopped shooting, putting his hand on the man and trying to check the wounds.

Hog jerked his arm away.

"M' fine! Just get these fuckers." 

And so he tried, he lowered himself to the seat, picked up his weapon again with now slightly shaking hands.

A lot of them missed, still spooking the opponents and making them drive in a zigzag, ultimately slowing them down.

"Shit. They ain't hittin Roadie!" Rat got anxious.

The big man grunted.

"Focus!"

How? How could he? When there's a man so dear to him in severe pain right now, he wish he could hug him from the back to take the hits for himself. He couldn't stand his friend being injured like that.

He closed his eyes for a second, shaking his head to try to calm down and do the job right. For him, for his partner, to have them both safe.

He aimed again, this time at a slightly different angle, exhaled sharply and pulled the trigger.

The ball went under the car, Rat was about to let a disappointed grunt again but then-

Boom

It hit just right.

Explosion from underneath viciously flung the car upright, maybe two hunters fell out of the windows, one of them screaming quickly got silenced by having his head squashed by the car behind, blood and guts splatting brutally on the front with a gushing sound.

The car tumbled backwards, jumping in the air and onto the concrete road again and again. Pieces of scrap flying everywhere.

Finally the wreck landed on its ceiling, sliding across the road with an ear-piercing screech.

That same car behind, now covered in red, got hit by the wreck, the driver panicked and started to lose balance.

They plunged into a nearby tree. Smoke coming out of the damaged hood. 

Two cars were gone. 

"HAA!! Two in one!" Rat giggled happily as he flipped them off.

But it wasn't time to celebrate yet.

One last car remained.

The small man looked at his friend again, trying to assess his wounds.

Bloody streaks ran down his back, impact holes were already starting to turn dark shade. it didn't look so good.

Hog glanced at him silently.

"Roight! last one." Rat, as if he got the message telepathically, nodded and got to work.

He looked at the car, now really close to them. It looked slightly bigger. Still a scrap car, but tougher looking.

Junkrat got an idea.

"Now for you..." 

He reached to his bag trying to find something suitable.

One bullet brushed against his cheek, getting the man to duck a little.

"Oi fuckers!" He put his hand on his face and looked at it, there was little blood but not enough for it to be considered a serious threat. 

He furrowed his brows.

Then he pulled one of his big mines and a controller out of the bag.

The man chuckled in a low tone.

"This surely gonna do the job."

Now, he knew he had one try only, since that was his last mine. 

Two days ago he had to use a lot of them to get out of a pretty nasty situation he got himself into with Hog. And as he often does, he forgot to make more, even though he had plenty of time to do so. 

"Roight, Jamie focus. You got this." 

He exhaled and furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on the target in front of him.

He felt a big hand on his shoulder squeezing him lightly. 

He immediately felt reassured.

"Here it goes."

He shot a few bombs from his frag just to distract the driver before dealing the actual damage. 

Hog was watching intensely from his rearview mirror.

Driver tried avoiding the hits by turning sharply from one side to the other but actually few of them did hit the car, predictably not doing much, but still few pieces became loose.

Right when the machine steadied its course, Rat threw the device as hard as he could to combat the now long distance between them and the target.

It flew over to the car landing on top of the hood, just before the front window on the passenger side.

As soon as he heard the thud he clicked the button on the controller and mouthed 'boom'  with a grin as the smoky explosion happened.

After the dust flew away, to the Junkrat's shock the car was still there.

Window in pieces, almost gone, hood came off, exposing the mechanical guts. But the driver still determined inside. 

Machine sped up to be just behind them,

Now the driver was clearly visible.

An ugly mug really, long oval face, bald and with thin dark eyebrows. 

But now a new addition to his face, few shards of glass stuck in his forehead and side of his cheek, red streaks running down his face. 

His partner on the other hand... 

Big glass chunk pierced through his eye, bloody mess.

Jaw flung right open, other eye rolled up, poor bastard didn't even saw it coming.  

Rat opened his mouth in a disappointed shock, throwing his hands around.

"B- but I hit them fair and square I swear I did!" 

"I saw."

The big man reassured him.

"This fucker's real persistent."

He grunted through his mask.

"Roight, mate you might wanna hit the gas they bouta hit us!"

And so Hog did just that, while Junkrat sent a few more bombs their way.

The car behind was roaring unevenly, speeding up to them yet again.

"Hog!" Smaller junker grabbed the big arm and shook it a little.

"M' going as fast as I can!" He replied, gripping the handles tightly.

Suddenly the machine sped up so much it went beside them. 

The man inside pulled his gun through the window aiming at the bikers.

Junkrat screamed in shock and instinctively kicked the opponent's hand, making the gun shoot up just inches above their heads, brushing through Roadhog's mohawk.

He finally snapped, had enough.

The stupid hunters, injuring his friend, the damn sun slowly boiling them alive and now his hair. 

"Hold the wheel." He said in such a low serious tone that Rat didn't even questioned.

They did pull something like that before, but Junkrat definitely was not a good driver, so every time they stepped on the bike he had to prepare himself mentally for the possibility of this happening.

He quickly hopped before Hog on his lap, ducking his head a little and squeezing the handles tightly trying to keep the bike in a straight line.

The man behind him pulled out his silver chained hook and with one strong motion threw it to the side. 

It fell right through the previously smashed window wrapping around the driver's head. 

With another strong motion the hook  went back to his owner, brutally dragging the man from the inside.

As he flew closer, Hog grabbed him by the neck and took a good last look at him.

Even in that moment, the driver showed no fear, no remorse, nothing. Just pure hatred smeared along with blood on his face. 

Rat heard the distinctive crack and then a thud of the dead body tumbling on the ground behind them.

"Nicely done mate." 

He exhaled with ease.

"You too." He felt the low hum reverberating from Hog's belly onto his back.

"Alright." he was about to move back to his sidecar.

"You wanna keep riding? There's a motel nearby we can stop by." 

Rat was unsure, but if Hog trusted him.. Well... maybe that wasn't such a good thing when it came to driving. 

"Sure!" 

He decided eventually.

He felt Hog move back a little, then the big hands grabbing onto his sides and gently pulling him in until he felt the big gut on his back again, as a result placing him more comfortably on the seat.

He felt his face burn a little.

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Hour and a half later or so they made it to the old motel near a small cliff.

The sun was now low, almost red in color, giving off a warm glow.

Junkrat managed to park the bike in the right spot and turn the engine off. 

"HA! I did it, I drove us and didn't even crash once! I think that deserves some kind of serious recognition mate." He giggled and added a smug smile, turning around to face his friend.

Roadhog chuckled and ruffled the small man's hair. 

He was a little surprised himself how smoothly Rat managed to transport them, because the last time he saw Rat behind the wheel... let's just say the ride didn't last very long before they had to escape from the burning vehicle.

Junkrat hopped off of the bike and tried to assist his friend by getting under his arm.

"I got it." Roadhog muttered.

"Are you sur-"

"yea."

Rat nodded and stepped back.

Hog got off his machine with a short painful grunt.

Rat immediately hurried to examine his back with a sad face.

"Oh come on, it ain't taking this little to kill the Hog." 

He waved his hand backwards trying to get his friend off.

"Roight roigh.." 'Don't look like little to me mate'  he added in his head. 

They got into the motel, took one room with a little hesitant look from the front desk lady and went on their way.

First thing, after opening the door that hit them was the smell.

Weird, grandma's house like smell.

The room itself was cramped and dingy looking.

Brown wallpaper-wood combo on the walls and dirty cream carpeted floor with  colorful stains all over.

Big window on the side with thick 60s-style dark curtains covering it. 

Big flower-patterned bed in the middle with one nightstand on the left side. 

And bathroom at the end. 

Actually it wasn't so bad.. for the Australian standards, they been to worse places for sure, so no complaining.

They dumped their bags on the bed and Junkrat went to the bathroom.

It was small, even for him. dark blue tiles swallowing every surface except for off-white ceiling with a few weird splatters.

A small tub with dirty yellow tint, toilet and sink with a broken mirror cabinet. 

Bingo.

Rat scoured through it looking for any first aid kits. 

"Yes." He whispered as he spotted a small red bag with white cross just sitting there, as if it was waiting specially for him. 

He opened it up and although not much inside, all the important bits to him still remained. 

He took out some long tweezers, gauzes a roll of thread and a needle.

"Roadie come I'll stitch ya up." 

He tilted his head backwards as he prepared the stuff.

It wasn't his first time doing this, oh no he had plenty of times to practice, countless times he even had to fix himself up, so he knew what he was doing... mostly.

Still though, it was anxiety inducing. Especially because it was his best friend he had to poke and jab.

"Can ye also get the silver tape from me bag please?" he added as he washed his hands and tools thoroughly.

Soon after he heard the loud stomps getting closer.

Meanwhile also snagging the small towel hanging near the tub and running it under the water. 

There, in the doorframe silently stood a big man, towering over the small junker, with the dim bathroom light shining on his mask and body from above he looked extra menacingly.

Maybe not so much to Junkrat, but any bystander would definitely shit themselves.

He already took his harness off, presenting his big bare chest fully. 

Yeah both men were half naked all the time around each other but somehow this still made Rat feel some kind of ways, ways hard for him to explain, but for sure in one way more nervous.

Before he could do anything he felt a big hand grab his chin and tilt it upwards a little. 

Hog then took the already damp towel from the man's hand and gently dabbed it on his wounded cheek.

Little man let out a faint painful moan, and felt his face turn warmer.

With other hand, Roadhog took out a small bandaid from his pocket, unwrapped it and slowly placed it over the man's cheek, brushing over it with his thumb.

He couldn't understand how. How such an absolute unit of a man, capable of crushing people's heads just with his massive hands, could be so gentle and soft. And how incredibly attractive that made him.

It boggled his mind and he felt like if he thought about it too hard his brain would turn into mush. 

"Good." The low voice snapped him out of his thoughts. 

"Uhh.."

He suddenly looked around the small space trying to find any spot for his friend to sit down on something.

Hog put his hand on the man's chest and gently pushed him to the side to make way and sat on the floor, back turned to the Rat.

"Ah sure, that will do." 

He took that same small towel and gently patted the areas around the bullet holes to clean some of the dried blood and sweat. 

"Shit wait, I forgot something." And as he was about to leave the bathroom to run to his bags, the item in question appeared before him, in Roadhog's hand.

A bottle of alcohol. 

"Ah you always one step ahead of me mate!" 

Following response was a low hum from the injured man.

Junkrat took the bottle and unscrewed it. The strong smell hit him in the face.

He inhaled sharply through his teeth.

"Okay here it comes, M' sorry."

He poured the liquid directly onto the wounds one by one. 

Hog jerked in pain and as the substance hit the swollen surfaces he let out a series of painful grunts and moans.

For the smaller man it also wasn't the greatest experience, he knew how much the alcohol stung, and seeing the size and amount of his friend's wounds he didn't even want to imagine how that must feel.

After it seemed like most of the dirt and bacteria got cleaned away, Rat splashed some water on the back one last time to ease the pain a bit and make everything clearer to see.

And only now he truly saw what was happening.

About four bullet holes, dark shades of red spread from the center of the holes, skin around them swollen and irritated.

Two holes on the lower part of his back close together, one on his right side on the shoulder, one almost in the middle of his back, slightly to the left and...

Another. Fifth one, the one just spotted, on his upper neck between two straps of his mask.

"Fuck, didn't saw this one."

"Hm?" 

The man beneath turned his head lightly for only now to feel the pulsating pain of that exact unfortunate bullet.

"Oi don't move ye head bastard!" Junkrat quickly grabbed onto his mask from both sides and slowly rotated his head to be facing away again.

"Roadie there's one on your neck."

He moved closer to inspect it more.

"B-but tis' one's the most shallow one, the metal almost sticks out." 

He put his hand lightly on the big shoulder and bend forward to meet the side of Roadhog's head and looked at his left eyeglass.

"But ya still need to take the mask off for that." 

He had a worried expression on his face.

...

The big man inhaled with what seemed like his whole chest.

"Okay."

"But don't look, or I'll shove these bullets in yer back afterwards." he said with a half threatening tone.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He would, but...

Rat got back and put his open hands before him even tho there was no one to see the gesture. 

"Could... you help?" Hog put his hand on the front of the mask, holding it in place.

"Ah sure mate!" 

And with just two clicks, the moment that often ran through his wildest fantasies happened. Just at the worst timing possible.

And just like that the leather mask came off.

He lifted the thick straps to help his friend further as it slid back from the face.

He heard an unfiltered by the mask now, faint exhale from the man infront of him.

Sweat ran through his forehead. He was this close to finally uncovering the secret.

But... he couldn't.

And as much as his brain commanded him to look, he wanted to respect the man's wish.

That seemed like a greater thing than satisfying his own needs.

"Rat?" the low voice reverberated through him as he snapped out of it.

Back to work it was.

"Roight."

"it will sting one more time my friend."

He poured the alcohol on the wound and he could feel Hog shake for a second but he stayed quiet.

With now ALL of the wounds cleaned he went to grab the tweezers off the sink. 

He felt his hands start to shake again. 

He wasn't sure he could do it easily, without further harm to his buddy.

"I-" 

He let out a high pitched unsure grunt.

...

"You got this." He heard that sweet melody again. the voice clear, bouncing off of the walls inside his head.

That's all he needed.

"Okay okay okay. You ready?"

"Mhm." Hog began to feel a little irritated for how long it took his friend to gather up.

Same time meaning the longer he had to stay exposed like that, his face bare. For the world to see.

He felt a cold hand on the left side of his back.

Then the pressure of the bullet lodged in his neck going away as it was carefully pulled out. 

Surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would, probably because it was numbed by the poured alcohol with a mix of adrenaline. Barely a pinch if he was honest. But just as Rat said, this one was the most shallow one. Meaning it will only go worse from here.

He heard the metal hit the sink behind him.

He felt Junkrat's unsteady breath against his skin as the small man worked his way.

Fingers on his skin, pain from the center of the hole, pressure fading, sound of metal meeting the sink bowl. 

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until all of the five bullets left his body.

And with a shaky exhale Rat put the tweezers down for the last time.

Washing away all the blood. From his hands, from the sink and then from his friend's back, so gently Hog didn't even feel it.

"Now for the stitch."

Another stressful part.

He carefully put the thread through the eye of the needle, grabbed two ends of the string and tied a knot at the end.

He kneeled down to get to the lower holes first. He put his hand on the warm back.

"Ready?"

"Ready." Roadhog replied and then felt the pinch of the needle piercing through his already inflamed flesh.

He let out a faint painful moan.

Thankfully Rat was swift about it. First hole was stitched up just like that, without any issues.

And just as the bullet extraction, the stitching up went surprisingly fast. 

One by one, all closed up. The last one being the one on his neck.

Junkrat swiped off the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and then moved back a little to admire his work.

Some stitches looked a little janky and crooked but hey, he wasn't a surgeon. 

He put his equipment down.

He started humming as he stretched the ducktape open, ripping it at the appropriate size with his teeth and putting the gauze on the middle.

He placed his creation gently on top of the stitched wound, tapping the tape to Roadhog's skin so it would stay in place.

He repeated that process a few times until all five were securely placed.

Without even thinking he got closer and placed a small kiss near the wound on his partner's neck. 

"All done." 

Roadhog felt his face turn red. That was twice as bad because he still had his mask off.

What if Rat decides to look anyway? Especially now when he's super vulnerable with his cheeks bright like that. 

Why would the man even do such thing? Kiss his neck...

What was so special about Hog that would prompt such an action?

He was almost twice as old as him, graying, fat, ugly and grumpy. 

Maybe it wasn't in a way Hog thought it was, maybe it was purely innocent action, and Hog is the one making it all weird and shit. Maybe-

"Thank you." He finally muttered. Trying to suppress his suffocating thoughts caused by such a simple action.

"Of course mate, any time."

"I'll let ya gather up. Or you need help with'ta mask hm?" He asked curiously.

"I'll be alright."

"...Thanks again."

He felt a small hand pat his shoulder and then the sound of closing doors.

He stayed there for a second, still on the cold tiled floor. Eyes closed thinking of everything.

Junkrat exhaled deeply, bending down and putting hands on his knees. 

His face still blushing a little.

He shook his head and went to shuffle through his bag.

He hoped he didn't make his friend upset.

Why did he do it anyway?

It was stronger than him, his body just went with it while his brain was few seconds behind, unable to stop it.

Deep inside not sure if he would even want to stop it.

He hopped onto the big bed, limbs spread, hitting the soft surface face first.

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Finally he woke up. 

Pushed himself up with his hands and looked around the now dark room, was he asleep for that long?

More importantly, where was Roadhog?

And with that though he quickly got off the mattress, still looking around.

He checked under the bed, behind a pillow. He even opened a small drawer in the nightstand. Nothing.

"Hog?" He got to the bathroom door and knocked few times.

...

He opened the door unsurely, but of course no one was inside.

"Mate come on now..."

He let out annoyed grunt.

Ah yea the front door! He didn't checked that out yet.

He hurried across the room almost tripping over his bag.

And with one swift motion he flung the door open, stuck his head out and looked left and right.

There, on the right, a big figure sitting calmly. Yellow bulb directly above, dangling slowly on the light breeze. 

Junkrat exhaled with ease.

"Oi! why you scare me like that you big log! Thought ya just left like that with no goodbye or nothin!" His voice almost cracked as he was saying that so he crossed his arms trying to appear tougher.

The big man tapped down on the bench next to him.

"Sorry." he said quietly.

Rat sat down and fell to the right, placing his head on his friend's arm.

"Nah 'tis fine, just..."

"I wouldn't leave ya without sayin nothin." 

...

"I wouldn't leave at all."

Rat looked up thinking he would meet Hog's gaze, but the man was looking forward instead.

"I- I know mate." 

"I mean I don't know, why you would not leave, cuz..."

"All I do is cause you trouble and pain and I talk ye ear off an all." he said quietly, squeezing the big arm lightly.

Roadhog shrugged.

"I don't get why you still want me as bodyguard. I got you in lots of danger. you get hurt cuz of me." 

The smaller man sat up and looked directly at his friend with an almost offended face.

"Wot? You have been the best bodyguard I coulda dream of! Big... strong... and not afraid of anythin! And.. and a best friend I ever had too. And 'tis me that draggin you into buncha dangerous stuff so that one's on me." he chuckled lightly.

Hog finally turned to face him.

"Yea! you ground me in reality when me mind runs off and I start conspiring weird shit." 

He now started to wave his hands around as he went on.

"And, and when you bash heads... Oooh it gets me so riled up, 'tis so impressive mate."

"Or when ya crack an occasional joke I think bout it for days if not weeks. When you hear me laugh at random nine outa ten times 'tis cuz of that joke Roadie." He giggled, looking away for a moment.

Then he felt the big arm rising and wrapping itself behind his shoulders pulling him closer to the man's bare chest.

Rat put his hand on top of his friend's gut. It was warm and squishy. He wished he could wrap himself around it from every side. 

Hog chuckled lightly.

"You do get on me nerves. Lotta times, you do."

He pulled him even closer.

"But.. Those past few months we been.. ridin together, 'tis the most I laughed in a loong time." 

"And before, me life was shit."

"To the bar and back 'home'."

"Occasionally breaking down drunken fights... or be the start of them fights." He chuckled.

"Wit yer crazy ideas, every day's filled wit action. Yea sometimes we get into some deep shit but..."

He took a deep breath.

"For a long... I thought M' too old for this."

"I- I lost motivation to continue."

"Was tired."

"But, you got me going again."

"Seeing yer skinny ass jumping around, dragging me along. You made me realize M' more than able... and how much I missed that." 

...

"Wouldn't want anyone else to spend me time with."

That was hard for the Hog to say. 

He was always bad at expressing himself in more intimate ways, and for some reason it was extra hard to do it towards the Rat.

He looked down at his partner's face laying on his chest with a genuine smile behind his mask that he wished the small man could see.

Junkrat on the other hand had his smile upside down. With his bushy eyebrows skewed upwards where they met, tears forming in the corners of his big fiery eyes. 

"You lyin." 

He choked out.

Hog just slowly shook his head to the sides. 

He put his big hand on the Rat's hair and slowly ran through them.

The smaller man returned the gesture, just on Hog's chest hair. 

That made both of them feel better.

Chapter Text

Two days, that's how long they stayed in that motel now.

To take a breather, and for Roadhog to heal.

Their peace was about to be cut short though.

Junkrat was sitting cross legged on the bed, scrap metal surrounding him, fingers working intensely, face focused as he was piecing together various explosives.

Strong sun beam shining from the dirty window, now fully uncovered from the thick curtain.

"Can you help with the back?"

Hog stepped in through the front door.

"I needa shower."

The small junker looked up, away from his creations.

"Aye of course Roadie."

He extended his hands, slammed them on the mattress and with a long motion swept all the parts and pieces out of the way to the other side. 

Then he patted the just cleared area.

The big man walked over and with the mattress protesting, sat down, facing away from his friend.

Rat scooted closer and carefully pulled off the tape-gauze combo, one by one from the big back.

The stitched wounds, now scarring, had little dried blood around them, some bruising appeared but all in all it looked to be healing quickly.

Rat smiled.

"Lookin better and better by the day!" He gently pressed himself to his friend's back, wrapping himself, his hands around the big gut, hugging the man from behind.

He felt big hands being placed on top of his own.

He wished they could be suspended in this moment forever. Unfortunately that was not a possibility.

"Need help with washing the back?" He asked quietly.

"I got it. Thanks."

Hog replied while tapping on his friend's hands signaling for him to let go.

And so he did.

The masked man stood up from the bed and proceeded towards the bathroom.

He got undressed, took his leather mask off and stepped into a really small for him tub.

He was surprised he managed to fit in it at all.

He took the dangling showerhead and put it high up on the handle.

The cold water hit his hot from the sun skin.

He tilted his head back and let out a low lazy grunt.

Gentle drops rolling down his face, washing away sweat. He wished they could wash away all those scars and ugly imperfections while at it. 

Finally after what felt like hours he turned around, letting his much more needed back get cleaned.

It didn't hurt, but it also wasn't the most pleasant. Water felt more aggressive, falling directly onto the sewn skin, hitting the green-ish bruises. 

He quickly got used to the feeling and soaked in it for a bit.

But his mind was occupied by something else. A particular someone. 

His head was a mess, weird thoughts colliding with each other, getting more unbearable to ignore.

He didn't know if he should feel good or bad. Or what he should feel at all.

He was stuck in this weird situation. 

Every time that small man touched him, he could feel his heart skip a beat.

Every time he heard that annoying at times voice speaking directly to him, calling him these ridiculously cute names, he felt something inside him shift. 

He felt this ache, every time the man was near him, because he was afraid.

He, a wall of a man with a chained hook. The man that can take down a whole gang by himself. 

The man that stared into Death's eyes. 

Was afraid of a stupid little rat man.

He turned around for the water to fall on his face again, while he rubbed it with his hands.

He was angry at himself for being so naive.

Obviously the Rat was not interested in him in that way. Look at him. Disgusting. Even more so, behind that stupid mask. 

If Rat saw what lays behind, that would be the last straw. He would leave and never look back.

That's what always happens.

Hog was old and broken, the last thing he would want was to destroy that young man's life.

He was his bodyguard for fuck's sake, nothing more.

He had to stop it before it was too late.

The water stopped. 

Roadhog got out of the tub, dried himself with a small blanket.

He got dressed, put his mask back on his face, where it belonged and stepped out.

Junkrat, unsurprisingly was still hard focused on his weapons, now humming quietly.

Hog looked over at the window, and it seemed like the most perfect timing because just outside he spotted a short man looking back at him.

And as Hog was about to approach the door, the man quickly flew.

Junkrat felt the uneasy atmosphere shift and glanced at his partner.

"Trouble?"

"Maybe." Hog got to the window and looked around, after seeing no one in sight he pulled the curtain over the glass.

The skinny man quickly hopped off the bed and stashed his scrap away.

"Ye think they found us again?"

"Maybe that stupid granny at the front desk tipped them off." 

"OR maybe she is one of them cunts too! Just pretending to be all nice."

Rat looked around the room with a comically suspicious face.

Roadhog couldn't help but burst out laughing at that stupid idea, which was obviously the worst time for laughs. 

"What ye laughin at you ass! M' dead serio-" 

THUD

Both men froze for a moment as the front door was kicked.

Hog backed away a little, standing before his partner, taking his scrap gun out, ready to fire.

Another thud to the door. 

"Why the fuck would they not just smash the huge window instead? Like 'tis roight here." The small junker extended his arm pointing at the glass.

Roadhog turned his head around to face him.

"Wot?!"

Rat furrowed his eyebrows.

And with another thud the doors finally gave in, swinging viciously, letting almost blinding beam of light into the room.

Hog unloaded a round from his gun.

It hit one of the hunters stupid enough to just run at them. 

"Dumbass."

Suddenly a loud sound of breaking glass, sharp shards flew everywhere, bullets joining shortly after.

The motel room now illuminated from the hot Australian sun, the long curtain violently dancing on the wind. 

It was almost impossible to see the outside world.

All they could do is hear. And they did, a lot of people yelling and arguing not too far from them.

The two men crouched, trying to hide behind the bed. But it was too short, especially for Roadhog.

"Theres yer fuckin window." 

The big man let out angrily.

He shot few times from his scrap gun blindly.

Junkrat picked up his frag launcher and loaded it with the bombs made just a few minutes ago.

Hog grabbed onto it, turning to his partner.

"No. you gonna blow us up here!"

"Shit... you roight." He responded with a slightly disappointed face.

Another round of bullets flew past them from the window, from the door. 

The situation was heated and they were in a bad spot.

Hog exhaled and quickly grabbed the bed from the bottom and with one strong pull flung it upwards. It rotated, now standing high, making for a great cover. He shoved it closer to the window, ultimately 'closing' it.

"Okay."

"O! o! o! How bout I put me mines at the door and you pull them cunts inside with ye hook, and boom!" Junkrat gestured an explosion with his hands.

"W-what?" Theres no way in hell such a dumb thing would work right?...  right?

But before he could say anything else The small man already threw a mine on the floor with a giggle.

Seconds later a small explosion occurred.

Gush of blood and chunks of flesh splattering on the wall. Screams in the background.

Junkrat made a shocked face and laughed hysterically.

"I guess we don't even need yer hook mate! They will just walk roight to us!"

Hog was dumbfounded.

Who even were these people and why did they all had two braincells? 

I mean good for them to have such easy opponents but holy shit.

Rat threw another mine at the same place as the previous.

...

This time nothing.

I guess they learned.

"Hook them!" The small man tapped the big arm few times eagerly.

Roadhog grunted.

He threw the weapon at the door, making it bounce off of it and go beyond, outside.

When he felt a struggle he sharply pulled at the chain. There. someone got hooked.

It dragged the victim closer and closer until they hit the mine with another boom.

Yet again a gut explosion.

And more screaming outside, then footsteps of the remaining hunters running away. 

Hog exhaled.

"Guess that it."

"Guess that it." His partner repeated, lightly slapping Hog on the back of his arm as he went past him, looking through the doorframe. 

He squinted his eyes trying to adjust to the blinding sun.

Outside, three or four bodies, two in pieces, limbs and chunks of body missing. Blood slowly painting the concrete. A proper mess.

Rat exhaled.

"Well... good that I had such a brilliant idea." 

He looked back at his partner and tapped with one finger on his temple.

"We need to get outa here." 

Hog looked around the dusty, damaged room.

And with that the men gathered their belongings and left that mess behind.

Hog's bike was surprisingly still there, untouched standing patiently on the parking near their room.

They got on in and rode away.

Chapter Text

They ventured through the vast deserts for few days, with occasional hunter or two trailing after them, but they were no match for the explosive duo.

In that time Hog's back fully healed and he was like new.

But throughout those few days, the big man became more and more distant. Avoiding his partner's touch, being more cold towards him. It pained him but he knew he had to, for their both sake.

They have been riding for a few hours now, without any brake.

Roadhog was tired, only positive was that the weather was chilly with the sun so low on the sky, almost gone, giving off a soft orange-ish glow. 

Finally they made it to more rural area. 

'Rural' meaning there was few buildings around, maybe four or five.

All of them seemed abandoned, old. Some were even caved in, walls missing and all. Trash and metal scrap piled around, the remains of an old life, before the crisis. It didn't look really inviting... But nothing in the Outback did.

Rat was looking around curiously, trying to spot any signs of life.

But it was empty, quiet. No soul around, except for them.

"Mate maybe we could stop for the night here. Seems safe enough, hm? You look real tired."

Hog silently went off the road, stopping close to one of the houses, the better looking one.

"Just be careful." Hog said as the small man hopped off the bike and was making his way towards the front door.

"Yea yea." He pressed himself to the window, snooping around but there was a dark curtain covering most of it so he could barely see anything.

He looked around the door, trying to spot any traps that might be waiting for him. 

Seemed clear.

He slowly pulled on the handle and as he was trying to open the door as carefully as he could, it would not move.

He got irritated and started to pull on it violently.

Still, it wouldn't budge.

"What's going on?" Roadhog asked curiously upon seeing the struggle.

"Aye it won't open! Stupid door is stuck." He kicked near the bottom with his metal leg.

The big man exhaled, stood up from his bike and approached the door.

He grabbed the handle and pushed on the door with his shoulder.

...

He pushed harder, slamming on the door, it opened a tiny bit.

Seemed like there was something heavy on the other side blocking it.

He slammed at it again, it opened even more.

As he was about to slam again the small man stopped him.

"Wait wait! I can squeeze through an push whatever is from the inside."

That... wasn't such a bad idea. Hog stepped away to make room.

And with ease Rat squeezed himself through the small gap, inside.

Not long after there was a loud screech of metal dragging through the wooden floor.

Junkrat opened the door wide, making a dramatic bow and extending his hand to the side, inviting his partner to step in. 

"Good job." 

They were in a rather spacious living room with a small kitchen at the end.

Big wooden stairs on the left side, leading up to a balcony upstairs.

Up there two doors, the further one missing quite a big chunk.

The house was dusty, but not really damaged, just some trash littered around.

Most of the furniture seemed to be in their original place, except maybe kinda dirty. 

Junkrat quickly ran to the stairs.

As he went up the wood creaked underneath him.

Hog went to check out the kitchen.

Small fridge with its doors detached, laying on the floor nearby.

Most of the cabinets closed, some also missing their doors. 

Sink filled with shattered plates and whatnot.

He went through the shelves. Surprisingly there was a lot of food still inside.

Canned food, pastas, even a few sweets. 

Unfortunately most of them were long past the expiration date.

He turned back and then spotted something near the door.

A loud mechanical howl echoed through the house and then most of the lights turned on.

Rat ran out of the room upstairs, stopping at the balcony fence with a dumbfounded face.

Hog started a generator. Culprit of the blocked doors.

They were both surprised it still worked.

"Holy shit mate this is awesome!"

"Only thing missing now is a working TV." 

Hog pointed with his thumb behind him at a quite big flat screen with a hole through it, hanging on its cable. 

"Aww." Rat let out a disappointed grunt and then giggled a little.

"O ye and I found the owner in the shitter."

"He didn't had anything tho so I threw him outa the window."

"Soo.. we stayin here roight?"

Hog nodded.

"Sweet."

A while later after settling in, both men managed to make dinner, seems like a huge luck was with them because even the stove worked, so they could heat up some canned soup.

They sat on the big dusty couch to eat but the atmosphere was really tense. More awkward and distant, especially from Hog's side. 

Before heading to bed Junkrat set up a few traps and mines at the door and outside the house, just in case.

He wanted to have a good night sleep, without his dreams being cut short because he had to stand on the guard.

And also... maybe because he wanted to have a peaceful night sleeping next to his partner. 

Yea they did sleep in one bed countless times before but this night would feel even more special because recently Hog was a little absent. Which made the smaller man more frustrated. 

The bed was big. Big enough to fit them both and they still would have some spare space.

Also the whole bedding and pillows were still there, maybe a tad dirty but they didn't complained.

The generator was turned off, only a small oil lamp was lit up on the shelf near the bed. 

Roadhog sat down on the mattress, wanting to read a book he found in the house some time ago, before sleeping.

Rat came into the room after finishing his contraptions and with a sigh prepared himself for sleeping, meaning he took his clothes off leaving him only in underwear and a sock on his left, non metallic leg.

He scrambled onto the bed on the right side, looking at his friend turned back to him.

After a few minutes of the big man not moving, Rat got closer and sat beside him.

"Whatcha doin?"

He asked, wanting to spark a conversation.

"Readin." Hog grunted shortly.

The smaller man tried to rest his head on his friend's arm but it prompted him to move his arm away.

"Oh come on mate, what's with you?"

"Why ye act like an ass to me?"

He now got really annoyed.

"It ain't me being ass, its you being clingy like a fuckin glue!" 

Ouch. 

"Wha- but. You didn't mind! you never did." 

"A-and it ain't like I was the only one!" Rat furrowed his eyebrows.

Did he crossed the line? Did he misread the signs and had it all completely wrong? But he could swear tha-

"I know what yer doing and you don't want this."

Hog let out, ripping him away from his thoughts.

"You don't fuckin want this."

He pointed at himself.

Is that what this was about? Was Hog really thinking of himself that low? 

Was he thinking he's not worth anything?

How?

The small man could not grasp, how this incredible man, so strong and brave and smart could think he's not good enough,

could think he deserves less, because what? 

"Why?" That's all Junkrat could say.

The man before him stayed silent.

Rat got closer to him, trying to wrap himself around his arm, with a slight protest from the man. 

"Roadie I- I never... Felt anythin so strong for anyone else. You do things to me that I can't explain."

He felt his face getting red as he was looking down.

"And..."

"I don't know if ye feel that about me. But please if you do, say somethin." 

He bit his lip, getting a little anxious.

...

click

He looked up at his partner, his other hand behind his head.

Rat quickly let go of the hug and backed away just a tiny bit.

Roadhog put his now free hand on the snout of his mask and with another click he slid the mask off of his face slowly.

There, in front of the small junker was a man with a bare face, lit up from one side by the soft yellow from the lamp.

His tired dark eyes, unable to look at him.

With thick gray eyebrows slightly furrowed. A big scar, making a gap in one of them on the left side, running down through his eyelid and ending at his cheek. 

A broad rough nose, with another scar through it.

Two dark spots looking almost like burns, one on his forehead near the left side, touching his eyebrow. The other on the right side, where his jaw and ear meet.

And the rest, the rest he saw so many times already, yet still. As if seen for the first time. 

Those big, pink lips with a thick scar running on the left side, down his chin.

Sliver stubble around his strong jaw.

Countless scars and spots across, all different shades of dark red.

There he was.

The whole Hog. 

Junkrat was mesmerized, his orange eyes wide open. Unable to say anything, with only faint gasps escaping his mouth.

"Oi mate yer beautiful..."

The moment their eyes locked, Rat as if pulled out of trance hovered his hands near the face, waiting for his friend to allow him to touch.

And after getting the permission he cupped that beautiful face. Warm skin against his fingers.

This was the moment.

The small man moved his face closer.

Their lips met, Hog was surprised, that was definitely not the outcome he thought of. But this one seemed much, much better.

He couldn't pull away, he... didn't want to. 

He put his hands behind his partner's back pulling him closer.

This felt so right, he could feel all his anxieties and worries leave him, like a huge weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

Rat's hands started to roam around the man, gently scratching him. 

They fell backwards onto the bed, the small man sitting on top of Hog's gut.

He finally pulled away from the kiss.

"You don't fuckin know how long I waited for this." He let out between breaths.

Every time Roadhog glanced at him, he could feel almost an electric beam travel through his body.

It made him extremely aroused.

He moved back, slowly grinding against his partner's bulge.

He let out quiet moans of pleasure as he felt his erection slowly rising.

The man beneath him grabbed onto his sides and pulled him down making the movement more intense.

"Jamie." He heard his actual name coming out, said in a low tone like that made him feel so hot inside.

They both told each other their real names long ago but hardly ever they used them to address one another.

He was not prepared to actually hear it, especially not in this kind of situation.

This crossed him over the line.

His underwear already with a wet spot, stretching, begging for his dick to be let out.

Hog grabbed onto the waistbands of his boxers, ready to pull them down.

"Wait!" He choked out.

He was embarrassed of his size. There was nothing big underneath.

Roadhog looked at him with a warm expression and just like that, like a magic spell all his worries washed away.

Suddenly the big man sat up, with his lover now on his lap. 

"Wait." Now he was the one saying.

Jamie got out of his lap and sat down on the bed next to him.

The big man went to his bags, rummaging through them.

Finally he came back with a bottle of lube he had stashed away in case of an emergency.

He threw it over for the small man to catch.

He got closer to him, still standing on the ground and pulled his underwear down, presenting his fully hard cock.

Wow.

Junkrat knew that Hog was big... But he didn't knew he was that big.

He swallowed slowly.

Then he put the bottle away and put his hands on the massive member in front of him.

He could feel it pulsating lightly as he brushed against the thick veins scattered alongside the whole length.

He put his mouth on the tip, sliding his tongue around it and with his hand slowly jerking the length, forcing the man to let out quiet grunts of pleasure.

Roadhog put his hand through the blond hair, gently grabbing at them and guiding the man.

Rat began to suck, taking in more and more, until he could feel it at the back of his throat.

The feel, it was almost overwhelming from the sheer size. But he couldn't disappoint.

After few minutes of this he felt his hair being slowly pulled away. 

He looked at the man above him, licking his lips and panting lightly.

Then the hand let go of his hair and grabbed his chin, tilting his head upwards a little.

Hog looked at him intensely, with those dark eyes piercing through him. 

That was so attractive.

Then that same hand pushed on his chest, making him fall back onto the bed.

The big man got closer, pulling his man's boxers off, exposing the small dick.

Rat put his knees together, getting embarrassed by being so exposed, just laying there as the man looked at him, examining every inch of his naked body.

Weirdly in some way it made him more aroused.

Roadhog grabbed his partner's legs and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed, simultaneously pulling the legs wide apart.

He took the bottle of thick liquid and put  some of it on his fingers.

He glanced over at the Rat's red face, making sure he's ready and when he got the approving nod he pushed one of his fingers against the tight hole.

With a bit of resistance he pushed it inside, prompting a short gasp from the man.

He started to move it slowly, in and out, not long after the man relaxed he added another one.

Then with his free hand grabbed the man's cock and started stroking it slowly.

Jamie was grabbing onto the sheets, lightly pulling on them, his lips parted, with various moans escaping them.

His back arched, as if trying to escape the  overwhelming pleasure.

"Please..."

He choked out in between the moans.

Hog stopped the movement and looked at him, his eyebrows low, with those haunting eyes staring intensely.

Rat bit his lip, suddenly unable to say more.

"Please... fuck me Mako."

That name. The name of a person almost gone, forgotten.

Said in such a begging manner from the man he loved so.

It made him feel so hot inside.

He took out his fingers and without skipping a beat pulled Jamie even closer, putting his throbbing cock against that small ass.

And without breaking eye contact he pushed himself inside.

Both of them let out a moan.

"Ah fuck."

Rat arched his back as he felt his insides get stuffed.

It was painful, but the good kind of painful. He wouldn't want to stop it for anything.

Mako grabbed the small man's waist and started to move, his thrusts being long and deep.

The sweet sounds from his lover made him go even harder.

Jamie started to stroke his penis, but was quickly interrupted by the big hand moving his own away from it.

"You'll cum when I allow it."

The voice so low, like an order. 

He felt a tingle go through his spine as his cock jumped.

He didn't question twice.

The man started to move faster, deeper. With each thrust ending with a wet slap, as their skin collided.

Rat got more and more frustrated, unable to touch his much in need member.

He roamed his hands around, keeping them busy.

He was leaking a lot of precum, painting his abdomen as his cock bounced with each thrust.

Hog looked at him with a slight smirk.

He put his hand and ran it across the man's chest, massaging his nipples, touching every inch of him.

That led to even more sweet moans and whimpers.

He could feel himself getting closer.

He leaned forward, almost laying down on Jamie, pulling him in for a kiss.

And with few more thrusts and moans he finally came.

Cum flooding inside, slowly leaking out as he pulled away from the kiss, closed his eyes and let out an unsteady groan of pleasure.

He looked at the man beneath, his face begging, mouth wide open, his penis throbbing.

He took it in his hand and jerked it slowly while still being inside of him, gently pushing into him few more times despite already being done.

Rat grasped and moaned as he came, white strokes flying up, landing on his chest. His legs shaking from overstimulation.

It felt so good, something he haven't felt in a long while. 

What made it even better was that he was sharing this moment with a man he truly loved. 

Finally Mako pulled out with a last one gasp from the small man, white liquid leaking out.

He laid on the bed next to his man.

They stayed silent, only letting out heavy breaths as they calmed down.

Junkrat turned his head to meet Hog's gaze.

He put his hand on the man's face and brushed his burning cheek gently.

He gave the Rat a genuine smile.

"Go clean yourself, you're a mess."

He said warmly.

Rat rolled his eyes.

"Well its your mess too."

He put his hand on his abdomen, getting some of the sticky substance on his fingers and smearing it on Mako's stomach.

"You're disgusting."

The man shaked his head and let out a short snort.

"Only for you baby~" Rat giggled.

Something has changed.

The small things particularly.

The way they look at each other.

The way they touch.

The way they think the way they move the way they exist with one another.

Something has changed. For better.