A really, really old story that I've been sitting on for a good long hile for no good reason, so here you guys are! I hope you're able to enjoy this one c:

The general premise is what McCree does to his little pet micro after he gets home :P

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We Play for Keeps

The jangle of spurs could be heard passing through the wooden door, muffled from the inside where Markus waited. He sat on the door mat patiently, a giant smile decorating his face, especially as the door creaked open. Through the door came McCree, who sighed and flicked his cigar onto the ground before stomping it out and depositing it in the trash can in full view of Markus. The little human could see as McCree nonchalantly crushed the cigar, the fire extinguishing, a couple of embers fluttering off before disappearing, before leaving a smoldering pile on the ground, briefly hidden by the massive grinding boot.

McCree stepped inside, ignoring Markus on the doormat while he kicked off his boots, sighing tiredly as he laid down on the couch. The sight of him stretched up into the sky over the little human as he stepped over him, Markus being left to wonder if one of those feet would come down on him, when they didn’t. Jesse relaxed there, his feet propped up on the ottoman, and his hat resting over his face.

Markus was used to this sort of greeting. In fact he welcomed it. McCree likely had a rough day out there and so the first thing the little man would do, the first thing he could do... Was to make his way over to where the giant rested and give him a nice foot rub to help ease the day's tensions. He swiftly got up onto the ottoman and right before the man's enormous socked feet. "Welcome back, Mr McCree!~" He chimed as his hands pushed deep into the socked flesh, kneading and massaging it as much as the human's little hands would allow.

"Mmmnnnhgggg." McCree moaned, quietly muffled under his hat. He gently pulled it off of his face, looking down to his feet and cocking the foot to the side to look at Markus. He gave a soft little laugh, before moving his foot back into place, hiding Markus from his view while the little guy serviced the surface of his foot. Markus could see the fabric of it shifting above him as the toes curled in pleasure at his itty bitty presence. "Glad to have you welcome me into my own home Markus... it's a shame that I reckon soon enough yah won't be in much of a state to be greetin' me soon enough. Bound to get smooshed sooner or later, by accident or..."

The foot arced, pushing Markus down and laying atop of him, holding him to the fabric of the ottoman for a few moments, not letting him move. The smells of McCree's musk gently flowed through the sock, the evidence of a long day spent outside, working hard to earn his keep. "... Or otherwise."

Markus just chuckled at the threat. "You know I wouldn't say a word against it, Jesse. Though I still look forward to every day I get to spend with you and Hanzo." The human assured getting his hands deep in-between the creases on the sock as the toes curled, feeling the soft fabric push at them, squeezing them making the human moan as he simply basked in the sweat scent of fabric. "How did things go out there? Everything alright?"

"Of course! Yer lookin at one of the few types of men who can handle the kind of work that I do after all. It's challenging, but I always git to come on home to my little doggy to treat my tired dogs." McCree chuckled again, pressing hard onto Markus once more before finally lifting his foot off and letting the little guy breathe a bit better. "Yeeup, it’s nice to come home where the hardest thing I gotta do is squish yah, and I'll tell you what." McCree leaned in, smiling toothily at Markus, taking his feet off of the ottoman. "Squishing you is so damn easy, and I'm about to make it easier."

Markus felt himself blushing as McCree spoke the massive foot pressuring the little fragile body beneath it... He felt welcome when McCree spoke like that, appreciated and he really couldn't ask for more. He recognized where the cowboy was going with all this though and as soon as the foot lifted off of him Markus stood up, arms stretched out to the sides and chest wide open ready to take the blast he anticipated. "Heheh... Anything for you, Mr McCree."

McCree laughed and shook his head. "See what I mean? I barely even have to do anything to make you even want it. All I gotta do is-" In a flash of motion, with a hand faster than any gunslinger in existence, McCree pulled a nearby drawer open, and with a spin, fired his shrink ray at Markus dead center. In a flash almost as quick as him, Markus was reduced down to the appropriate size. To the little human, he was lost in a sea of fabric strands, atop the ottoman. What looked like the moon descending from the sky was McCree's devilish visage. He chuckled at Markus, pursing his lips which were the size of Tsunami waves, and blew on the little guy.

Markus yelled with glee as he flew through the air carried by the pungent breath of the man he adored. The sound of his voice was so pathetic, so meek that he knew for a fact McCree wouldn't even hear it.

Markus felt the curling currents of his breath, smelling faintly of the non-toxic cigar that McCree smoked, casting the human out into the air flying away, as if he was attached to Mercy's wings. He soon tumbled across the glass of the coffee table. McCree recognized that small little figure as Markus, and stripped his foot of the sock, planting it against the coffee table with certain gentleness. Though the motion would cause Markus to tumble once more.

The human's little heart pounded as the world around him was devastated by something as simple as McCree setting his foot down a few inches away from him. For Markus though the sight was that of a massive foot-shaped mountain range stretching up miles into the air over him. He was the size of a fruit fly, perhaps even smaller and the realization of just how powerless he was excited the human to no end.

"Ahhh... boy howdy I sure hope I'm talking to Markus and not a grain of pepper left over, but yah better start runnin' pipsqueak, at that size it's so easy to squish yah, I'll do it accidentally and wouldn't even know!"

Markus got right back up as quickly as he could and started running as per McCree's instructions. He ran and he ran for almost a whole minute; not looking, but feeling the cowboy's watchful gaze drilling into him.

McCree watched the tiny speck in the distance on the coffee table, relaxing in a position that was arguably not good for his spine, but then again neither was rolling and that works out fine for him.

Markus barely made it a centimeter before everything shook around him again. Behind his back McCree looked left and right, as if he was a little confused. "I uh... you runnin there little seasoning salt? I cant tell if yah are or not."

McCree then brought his toe to tap down on the surface of the glass. The act sent a shockwave around Markus, making it difficult to move forward as he tumbled onto the ground with a thud. "Here, lemme help ya a little." His toe flexed, sending a gust of wind that sent the tiny another few centimeters forward in the direction he was heading for, the act making McCree laugh and slap his knee. To Markus, it all sounded like the sharp cracks of thunder.

Markus though wouldn't give up. He knew his efforts were futile, that ultimately the only reason he was running was to amuse McCree, that a single toe could bring about his doom before he even made another breath. But still he felt he had to run and so he did.

McCree continued to play with his little friend, occasionally sending the little guy scrambling on the surface of the glass again under the shadow of his bare foot.

But Markus was determined. On and on he went, growing progressively more tired and winded. But in about ten minutes he finally made it... To the edge of the table with the pair of feet still looming dangerously close even after all the progress he'd made.

McCree glared with a little grin. He brought his foot up to Markus, standing on the edge. The big toe was held behind another, and with a rapid snapping motion, McCree flicked at Markus. he didn't hit the little fellow though, juuuuust missing him. Still, the gust of air achieved the desired effects, sending Markus flying through the air before he landed back onto the table. To Markus' right, he would look to see a faint smear on the glass from his initial impact and with a quick look around Markus realized that all of his progress was erased.

"Hahaaa!! Look at yah Markus. All that effort and yer right back where yah started. Care for round two? This time I'll play for keeps-" The door opened, and Hanzo stepped into the apartment. In his arms was an assortment of groceries. Some fish, sake, rice, whisky for McCree, among other things sticking out of the bag. Hanzo blew at the tuft of hair dangling in front of his head.

"Ah Jesse, good to see you're home. Mind helping me with the groceries?" Hanzo asked, not waiting for a response as he walked into the kitchen.

McCree chuckled, licking at his finger and using his sticky saliva to pick up Markus. "I reckon we can finish this up later pipsqueak... if I don't forget where I put yah that is." And with that, McCree moved to his boots, scraping Markus off his finger with his thumbnail, sending the little guy tumbling down into the boot. He then stuffed the sock into the opening, sealing out fresh air and light, leaving Markus alone in the musk of his boot, while he went to tend to dinner with Hanzo.