The part of his mind that stayed clear from the strong influence of Yuugen, the core of his very being, was shoving and punching against the walls the power of his dragon had built. This was wrong! This was another man, this was Zenyatta and he didn’t want this, not like this!
His thoughts were mirrored by the words coming from the monk in his arms but Genji was soon loosing the grip on the last thing strip of sanity he had left in his mind. Yuugen was aroused, fully entranced by the presence of Zenyatta and the power of the Iris he was the vessel of.
Feeling Zenyatta’s hands firmly grasping his own he looked up from where he had let his gaze drop to the frustratingly complicated knots of the sash holding the monk’s robe together. Searching the man’s face, his eyes, he could see the fear in them and for the briefest moment Genji had control over himself again, the green flames receding from his eyes, leaving only the crimson irises behind.
Pulling his hands from the grip, he instead put them over Zenyatta’s, squeezing them tightly and after closing his eyes, he moved in to hide his face against the side of the man’s neck. The strength it took him to hold Yuugen back was quickly fading him and Genji knew there was no stopping the dragon anymore now.
“I am sorry”, he murmured against that soft skin, the feeling of it against his lips making a deep moan rumble through this body and with a pained whine he could feel Yuugen strike through the weak defences Genji had put up. Opening his eyes again, they were once again the vibrant emerald of his dragon’s power, now looking back into Zenyatta’s eyes. There was not only fear in those eyes, there was a spark there. A spark that was only waiting to get fuelled and made into an inferno. Yuugen recognized that spark as the same feeling now rushing through their own body – desire. Lust. Arousal.
In one swift move Genji pulled Zenyatta’s hand up above his head, pinning them there and shifting his grasp on them so that he could hold them in place with his cybernetic arm. The strength that naturally came with his enhanced body now amplified by the power of the dragon.
With his free hand he slowly traced the length of Zenyatta’s shoulder, human fingertips taking in every dip in the man’s skin and finally reaching the slowly darkening mark he had left. A content growl rumbled through Genji’s body and his hand slowly made his way to the front of Zenyatta’s neck, tipping his face up slightly.
Watching the skin pulse in time with the quick rush of blood beneath he traced the veins, feeling the blood pumping underneath his fingers, eyes closing almost to slits as he concentrated on the pure energy of life that was coming from that most vulnerable place.
Enjoying the feeling for a few moments longer, Genji could finally pull himself away from it, moving his fingers slowly down over the exposed skin of Zenyatta’s shoulder and letting them sneak under the fabric of the robe. Immediately he could feel the shift in temperature, the skin much warmer where it was protected by the fabric.
But the robe was getting in the way! Getting in the way of Yuugen being able to view his mate’s body and being able to touch and feel. Taking a firm hold of the edge of the fabric slung over Zenyatta’s shoulder he pulled it to the side, a frustrating growl on his lips when he couldn’t get it off the man’s shoulder with his arms pulled up above his head.
Letting go of the robe again he moved his hands down to the sash around Zenyatta’s waist but with only one free hand to work with the knots weren’t budging.
With another frustrated growl, Genji gripped the sash and pulled on it. For a moment the fabric wasn’t opening and instead Zenyatta was pulled even tighter against Genji’s body and the thigh still firmly placed between the other man’s legs. Feeling the warmth radiate from the centre of Zenyatta’s body the man purred, his entire body seemingly vibrating from the sound that was anything but human.
Concentrating back on the fabric in his hand he pulled on it again and finally feeling it shift, the sound of seams tearing not of any concern for the dragon. Adjusting his grip on the sash he pulled on it again and finally he was able to rip it open, the red fabric and cords having ripped in places and with a sound almost like a little chirp he threw the bunched up fabric to the side.
As soon as the sash had given in the part of the robe that had been slung up and over Zenyatta’s shoulder had shifted and appeared more loose and with a quick movement of his free hand he pulled on the front part of it, finally being able to free the man’s body from it. Now that the man’s upper body was on full display for Genji he slowed his movements, letting the fabric slide from his hands and hit the floor.
Placing his human hand on the centre of Zenyatta’s chest, he closed his eyes, taking in the warmth that was seeping into his fingers. The glowing golden energy that had come from the monk had also seemed to originate from his chest, the core of whatever entity or power the Iris was sitting behind the delicate protection of Zenyatta’s rib cage.
The energy was calling to him, a power equalling the power of the spirit dragon, answering him when he let tendrils of his own energy slowly touch the man’s chest where Genji’s hand was placed.
It was intoxicating, the feeling of power suddenly rushing through Genji’s body, the emerald flames flickering in his eyes suddenly glowing brighter and with the surge of power came movement. Yuugen’s hunger now growing exponentially with each passing moment he leaned back in, capturing Zenyatta’s lips with his own, pressing their bodies even closer. Now that the annoying fabric was out of the way he could feel their skin touch and it made the fire inside of him roar up. He needed more!
Something was still in the way…and it wasn’t just Zenyatta’s remaining robe. Something was not right yet. The desire in his body pooling in his groin was dampened and with a quick glance between their bodies Genji saw his modesty panel. The only part of plating he hadn’t removed in his fit of self-loathing. But now it needed to go and after pressing into a crease on either side of it he could hear the metal detach from his body and with a loud ‘clang’ it fell to the ground beneath them.
Letting go of the monk’s hands he moved his second hand to where his human hand had moved down to the edge of where the bottom part of Zenyatta’s robes began. Sneaking around the sides, Genji grabbed the younger man’s ass, kneading the flesh through the remaining fabric, groaning against the mouth he was exploring with his tongue.
Now that his modesty panel was off his cock was brushing against the fabric of Zenyatta’s robe, the friction making him moan and pushing Zenyatta against him with his hands on the man’s ass he began as slow rhythm, rocking himself against the younger man’s crotch.
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One of the things I love about Mandalorian culture is that it basically involves loving who ever you want, raising as many kids as you want, wearing cool body armor and flying around on highly unreliable jetpacks, and trying to shoot a space wizard who can send bullets back at you which is peak herbo/himbo culture. But seriously you don't get in trouble for picking a laser sword that's the wrong color, being forced to never see your parents as a toddler because you could move blocks with your mind, or never allowed to have family or life outside the Jedi order. One of the things that the EU established is both how family oriented Mando culture and one of the reasons they dislike the Jedi is partially because they force a child to separate from their family.
So for those of you who don’t know, there’s an official Mando’a language and dictionary, and one of the most important sayings in Mandalorian culture is:
Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la.
Meaning- Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you'll be.
listening to the same song on repeat for 72 hours straight
requires absolutely no sound. complete silence only. if anyone so much as breathes…
NEED ALL THE NOISE. MUSIC AT FULL BLAST. The external volume has to be loud enough to drown out the internal volume so I can hear the one productive thought. I SAID THE EXT-
music has to be just loud enough that i can hear it, but quiet enough so i forget it’s on and i don’t get distracted by changing the song
too late. i am now changing the song every .2 seconds. hits shuffle. hits shuffle. hits skip. switches playlist. creates a new playlist that is a slight variation of an already existing playlist. it’s been 5 hours.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 7/13
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta
Characters: Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Tekhartha Mondatta, Fon (OC)
Additional Tags: Human Zenyatta, Human Tekhartha Mondatta, slight gore (in one scene - will be warned for in the notes of the chapter), Angst, Violence, mention of suicidal thoughts/tendencies, self-harm (in one scene - will be warned for in the notes of the chapter), Blood, working through PTSD and trauma, mention of homophobic parenting from Dad Shimada
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/13
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta
Characters: Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Tekhartha Mondatta, Fon (OC)
Additional Tags: Human Zenyatta, Human Tekhartha Mondatta, slight gore (in one scene - will be warned for in the notes of the chapter), Angst, Violence, mention of suicidal thoughts/tendencies, self-harm (in one scene - will be warned for in the notes of the chapter), Blood, working through PTSD and trauma, mention of homophobic parenting from Dad Shimada
Series: Part 1 of Salvation
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/13
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta
Characters: Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Tekhartha Mondatta, Fon (OC)
Additional Tags: Human Zenyatta, Human Tekhartha Mondatta, slight gore (in one scene - will be warned for in the notes of the chapter), Angst, Violence, mention of suicidal thoughts/tendencies, self-harm (in one scene - will be warned for in the notes of the chapter), Blood, working through PTSD and trauma, mention of homophobic parenting from Dad Shimada
Series: Part 1 of Salvation
Summary:
After Genji leaves Blackwatch he aimlessly travels the world, trying to find purpose once again. He barely reaches a monastery deep in the Himalayan mountains, where he is nursed back to health by the monks residing there. One young monk in particular, Zenyatta, is tasked by the leader and founder of the Shambali order, Mondatta, to oversee the stranger’s recovery until he is well enough to decide if he wishes to stay or be on his way.
Even though Genji keeps much of himself from Zenyatta he can’t deny the feelings that begin to slowly warm his broken heart. But will he be able to battle the demons of his past that still haunt him?
Will Zenyatta be able to figure out his own confusing feelings towards the man who continues to be such a mystery to him?
And what influence does the mysterious dragon have that Zenyatta saw in his dream and which roar he hears at night?
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