Chapter 1

Warning: This fictional story contains nonconsensual hypnosis, mentions of torture, and brief descriptions of injuries.

Vengeance Demon

Hanzo woke with a splitting headache. His body was sore from head to toe. Groaning, he sits up, his joints stiff and protesting the movement. He couldn’t think of what could have possibly made him so sore. He did have a few drinks the night before with Cole, but not near enough to cause this much pain. He gets up and tries to stretch out some of the stiffness in his body and moves towards the shower. He turns on the hot water and once the water is warm he steps into the stream. The warm water felt good on his aching body, then he turned around. As soon as the water hits his back a searing pain surges through him, prompting him to jump out of the stream. Hanzo hops out of the shower and rushes to the mirror and looks at his back. His back is red with many long raised welts covering his entire back. Whipping marks? Hanzo begins examining the rest of his body, finding it covered in bruises. “What the fuck happened last night!?” he asks himself.

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After carefully cleaning himself, Hanzo went to the mess hall hoping food and coffee will help. After grabbing his breakfast he sees Cole sitting at a table already eating and moves to join him. 

“Morning. How was your night?” Hanzo asks.

“Mornin’. Slept like a baby, how ‘bout you?”

“...I’m not sure. The last thing I remember was drinking with you, but I woke up bruised, sore, and it looks like I’ve been whipped? Do you have any idea what happened?” Hanzo asked.

“Dunno. We had a few drinks, and then you went back to your quarters. Can’t really account for anything that may’ve happened after you left.” Cole replied.

“Hmmm. Perhaps I should talk to Angela. At least to get these wounds patched up. I hurt terribly.” Hanzo sighed.

Cole looks up from his food, a bit of red glints in his eyes for a moment. “Angela’s been busy and not sleepin’ much lately. ‘ya really need to bother her with this?”

Hanzo blinks once. Twice. Thrice. “You’re right. I’m sure it’s nothing anyway. No need to cause unnecessary worry in others.” he says, almost robotically. He lowers his head and finishes eating quietly.

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After the morning’s workout session Hanzo was even more sore and was dreading how he would feel after the afternoon’s training session. As he was pondering this, a hand clasps his shoulder causing him to jump and recoil. He looks to see his brother, Genji, looking at him confused.

“I don’t mean to startle you, brother. To be honest I’m surprised I did.” Genji said.

Hanzo looks at his brother with regret “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought and my body is extra sore today.”

Genji regards his brother quizically “I saw your workout, you were going light today. I can’t imagine you getting sore from a workout like that. You normally have to work out much harder than that before you begin to feel sore”

“That’s not why I am sore. My workout was lighter because I was already sore.” Hanzo tried to say without sounding too indignant.

“What’s got you so sore then?” Genji asks.

Hanzo opens his mouth to answer and freezes for a moment. He was about to tell his brother about the strange bruises and welts when he suddenly felt as if he couldn’t talk. He closes his mouth and tries again. Once again, nothing.

Genji looks at his brother a moment before gasping “Hanzo! Did you get laid? Is that why you’re so sore?”

Without thinking and before he could process a response, Hanzo found himself nodding.

“You have been spending an awful lot of time with Cole lately. And you seem like just his type. And it would be just like you to fuck the local cowboy. It is Cole, isn’t it?” Genji postulated.

Once again Hanzo could only nod.

“Well, I’m glad you two are getting along at least. I was worried about that. Cole can get very narrow-visioned when it comes to revenge, and I know he was planning on it when he and I were in Blackwatch together. I’m grateful that he accepts that I’ve forgiven you.” Genji says.

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The end of the day arrives and Hanzo is ready to turn in early. He is sore beyond belief and just wants to rest and hopefully feel better in the morning. He’s about to head to his quarters when he hears Cole call out to him.

“Hanzo! Let’s go get a drink, shall we?”

Hanzo immediately stops. He just wants to go to bed, but he finds his body is moving of its own accord, following Cole back to his quarters instead.

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Once the door to Cole’s quarters closed behind him, Hanzo stopped moving. He tried to move, to leave, but his body remained motionless. He tried to say something, anything, but no sound emerged.

Cole turned and looked at him, a cruel smirk on his face. “Are you ready for today’s punishment?” he asked.

With those words Hanzo felt a shift inside himself. His body seemed to become more and more sensitive while his mind receded, leaving him only vaguely aware of what was going on. He kneels.

Cole crouches down in front of him, making direct eye contact. Cole closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them they are glowing with a bright red. “I’m gonna punish you for your sins, Hanzo, and you’re gonna let me. You’re not gonna tell anyone about it, either. And come mornin’, you’ll f’rget everything that happened tonight, just like every other night.”

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Hanzo woke with a splitting headache. His body was sore from head to toe. Groaning, he sits up, his joints stiff and protesting the movement. He couldn’t think of what could have possibly made him so sore. He did have a few drinks the night before with Cole, but not near enough to cause this much pain. He gets up and tries to stretch out some of the stiffness in his body and moves towards the shower.