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"I can't believe Cassie wants to get piercings," Sonya scoffs, tapping her fingers against the table of the Special Forces meeting room nervously.
"I mean, that's pretty normal?" Johnny shrugs, spinning lightly in his swivel chair, "Like, her ears are already pierced and she wants a nose ring, which is very tame."
Sonya groans, her concern ill concealed, "But still! Kombat wise that's a liability!"
"Not really," Hanzo interjects, bored of being made to listen to the argument again, "I had piercings as a teen, and it didn't hinder me so long as I was sensible about what I wore."
The general and the actor both freeze in their seats, turning to blink at him in shock.
"You had piercings?" Johnny asks incredulously when his voice returns to him, "You?"
"Yes," The pyromancer nods, unphazed by the reaction.
It is the same one he always gets when this particular piece of information comes to light.
Eyes lighting up at the confirmation, the actor rolls his chair closer to Hanzo's.
"What did you have pierced and is that a work appropriate answer?"
Hanzo rolls his eyes, because of course that is where Johnny's mind would go.
"I got my ears pierced first, when I was maybe 13? I wanted to wear Ninkari, so...." He trails off with a shrug, unsure of how to explain such a simple thing, "After that I just liked it I guess. I had an industrial in my left ear, 3 cartilage piercings in my right, my right brow had two rings, and my bridge was done too."
Silence desceneds on them as Johnny and Sonya proceed to gape at him, having clearly not been expecting the list to be quite so long.
"Damn," Sonya chuckles, sounding somewhat shell-shocked, "So you were properly pierced then?:
"Well, I never did get the courage for a nose piercing," The pyromancer concedes, feeling oddly bashful despite not having done anything embarrasing, "I get terrible colds in the winter and I worried that my runny nose would get it infected."
An issue Cassie does not share, as she never seems to get ill, so he's not entirely certain why they are worried.
Something about his words sparks a realization for Johnny, who interjects, "Wait, did you say you started getting pierced at 13?"
"Yes?"
"I thought Japanese schools prohibited piercings?" The actor's brow furrows in confusion, "Like, they have rules against dyed hair don't they?"
The pyromancer sighs, fixing his friend with a deadpan look, "When have I ever cared about other people making stupid choices about what I'm allowed to do?"
The actor shrugs in concession, nodding as he accepts the truth for what it is.
A memory teases at the edge of Hanzo's mind, making him snap his fingers as he speaks once more.
"Oh! and I had my tongue pierced for a month," He adds, more amused by the way they gape once more than he will admit, "I did take that one out when I joined the Shirai Ryu though. Shame, I miss that one."
"You could always get it redone," Sonya suggests, clearly less bothered by the idea of him getting piercings than she is Cassie doing the same, "I could ask Cassie to give you the name of the guy she's looking to go to."
The general hesitates for a moment, chewing on the inside of her cheek before sighing.
"And it would actually make me feel better if she went with you to get it," Sonya admits, a dryness to her words, "Since you know what you're doing and she doesn't yet, I dunno, it would just ease my mind."
"I did the same for Takeda when he got his first few piercings," Hanzo agrees easily, "If it helps any further, he found my presence comforting as well, since he could ask questions he wasn't comfortable saying to the piercer."
"That actually does help," Sonya cracks a small smile, nodding towards him, "Thanks."
None of them notice the shadow outside the door as Kuai Liang stands outside it with his fist raised to knock, his face bright red and heart racing.
Months later, the overheard conversation still rings in Kuai Liang's head as he sits across the table from Hanzo, Sonya droning through another briefing that he cannot pay attention to.
Not when he can see Hanzo's jaw working the pyromancer is fiddling with something in his mouth.
He keeps shooting Kuai Liang odd looks, likely confused by the blank faced glare that hasn't left the cryomancer's expression all day, and has remained fixed on Hanzo throughout the meeting. In all honesty, Kuai Liang would be discomforted if their roles were reversed, he's not entirely sure that he's blinked once.
"What if we sent a scout?" Hanzo suggests, the first he has spoken in the entire meeting, "Drones can only get so much information, perhaps a person would be able to fill in those gaps?"
Whatever Sonya says in response is lost to the roaring in Kuai Liang's ears as he spots it.
A little flash of metal, nestled up on the middle of Hanzo's tongue, taunting Kuai Liang with its presence.
Why the sight of it has his breath stopping in his chest and an itch he can't make sense of settling under his skin, Kuai Liang does not know, all he knows is that every fiber of his being is now laser focused on that barbel.
The rest of the meeting passes in a haze, and if pressed Kuai Liang would not be able to answer any questions on what they've covered or agreed to.
The moment Sonya dismisses them, Kuai Liang is moving, standing from his chair so quickly it screeches against the floor as Hanzo's bewildered eyes follow the cryomancer out the door.
"What's got him in a mood?" Johnny wonders, the last thing Kuai Liang hears as the door slams behind him.
"Kuai Liang!" Hanzo shouts down the hall as he rushes after the cryomancer, "For god's sake, will you slow down- Kuai Liang!"
Despite his turmoil, Kuai Liang has never been able to deny Hanzo anything, and so finds his steps slowing slightly quite against his own will.
"What on Earth is the matter with you today?" Hanzo asks as he catches up to his friend, only to find that the man in question now refuses to look at him, "Have I done something to upset you?"
If he had the words to explain, he would, but currently the only thought circling through Kuai Liang's mind is the image of that piercing so all he is able to muster up is a dismissive grunt.
"Oh, wonderful, we're back to glares and silence, you know, I had thought we'd moved past this," Hanzo rolls his eyes, reaching out to catch Kuai Liang around the bicep, "Whatever I have done to earn your ire, I will not be able to put it right until you tell me that I have done."
The contact has the cryomancer sucking in a sharp breath, heart racing in his chest as something dangerously close to desire courses through him.
He quickens his steps once more, trying to pull out of the pyromancer's grip as they draw closer to an open supply closet. If Kuai Liang remembers correctly, that closet is near the exit, so he just needs to make it a little further and he will be safe from the foolishness he is teetering on the edge of.
But then Hanzo steps in front of him, trying to block his path and walking backwards when the cryomancer is undeterred.
"Kuai Liang, are you even-," Hanzo starts, and all of Kuai Liang's restraint flies out of his hands as that piercing catches the light once more.
Before he can think the action through, before Hanzo can even finish his sentence, Kuai Liang is fisting a hand in the front of the pyromancer's armor and shoving him through the doorway until his back hits the shelves. The hand not busy pressing Hanzo against the rows of cleaning products slams the door shut behind them, covering the edges of it with ice in a makeshift lock.
"Oh," Hanzo breathes out as Kuai Liang descends on him like a man starving, a flush spreading across the pyromancer's cheeks.
Perhaps it is not the most romantic first kiss, too full of teeth and tongue and the overwhelming urge to make Hanzo as breathless and dizzy as Kuai Liang has been all day, but given the way Hanzo suges back against him, giving as good as he gets, he doesn't seem to have any complaints.
The first time the metal ball presses against Kuai Liang's tongue, he shudders.
The second time he moans, shocked that it is still somehow cold despite having been in the heat of Hanzo's mouth.
The third time, Kuai Liang growls into the kiss, pulling back to grip Hanzo by the chin and slip his thumb past the pyromancer's parted lips.
Given how tightly they are pressed together, Kuai Liang can feel the way Hanzo shudders as he teases the metal stud this way and that with his thumb. When he flicks his eyes up to meet the pyromancer's, he's met with the mirror image of his own hunger, pupils dilated to the point they swallow the iris.
It's enough to have Kuai Liang crashing their lips together once more, shoving his hands beneath Hanzo's armor and biting down on his lip in the hopes it will bruise. He's almost dizzy with how much he wants this, wants to make Hanzo taste his hunger on his own tongue, wants to swallow every sound he can possibly wring out of the pyromancer down until there is nothing left. If, by the time they are through here, Hanzo is still able to walk or form coherent thoughts, Kuai Liang will not have done his job correctly.
"Not angry then," Hanzo gasps out as they part for breath, hands flying up to cradle Kuai Liang's face and pull him back in.
"Nope," The cryomancer confirms, his voice rougher than Hanzo has ever heard it as they collide once more.
Hours could pass and neither would care, not when Hanzo shoves Kuai Liang's armor off his shoulders, not when the cryomancer's mouth finds his neck and begins biting bruises into the skin, not when the heat of the moment has them twined together so tightly neither knows where one ends and the other begins.
"The piercing?" Hanzo guesses with a breathless chuckle.
Words are impossible to form at the moment, so Kuai Liang simply moans his agreement into his lover's skin, shoving his knee between Hanzo's legs.
"And if I told you I have an appointment to redo my brow in a week?"
That statement is enough to have Kuai Liang prying himself away from Hanzo's neck, grabbing the pyromancer by the chin as he kisses the man like he wants to eat him alive.
If Hanzo decides to get all of his piercings redone, Kuai Liang is fully on board with that plan.
They might need to invest in better sound proofing though.
"Tell you what," Hanzo whispers into Kuai Liang's ear when the burning in their lungs forces them to part, "Finish what you've started, and I'll let you pick where the next one goes."
Never has he seen someone drop to their knees faster.