When Siebren had left the stuffy, too big and empty laboratory (quietly, secretly, sneaking out with a giddiness that had reminded him of his childhood, escaping from teachers and parents alike to go on adventures, tasting freedom) to take a cab and order the driver to take him to the closest city, he had not known what to expect.
He had thought, maybe, that he would get a reprieve from his studies, from day after day spent bent over a desk, observing molecules, calculating trajectories.
He had thought, maybe, that he could get a pint of strong beer, and maybe food that tasted better than the bland meals given to him by a faceless drone, consumed in a corner of his lab.
He had not thought that he would be bending over another table, sandwiched between two soft, warm bodies, his cock buried into one of them to the hilt while deft, delicate fingers probed into him from behind, spreading him apart.
They were monks, they’d said –Shambali preachers, belonging to a sect that asked for equality for all, human and omnics. He’d known little else of them except for their names, at first, Zenyatta and Mondatta, but he had been fascinated to see a glimpse of a world unlike anything he’d seen before.
Mondatta –a monk who had grown to be a figurehead, known and famous and revered, with an austere look on his face and beautiful, sharp eyes the colour of white crystal– had attracted Siebren’s attention right away, dark skin that looked soft and smooth, lips that were as inviting as ripe fruit, tilted in a gentle smile.
Zenyatta –studying under Mondatta’s mentorship, younger and with a spring to his step, golden and intense eyes– had an impish look to him that reminded Siebren of days spent running across his grandparents’ fields, stealing apples and chasing geese, and the way he’d grinned at Siebren had been almost devious.
He’d been intrigued, captivated, and they in turn had shared the same feeling, and–
And now, shaking with need but unable to move, Siebren looked down at Zenyatta’s face, his full lips tilted into a sly smirk, eyes half-lidded with desire.
A table didn’t feel enough for someone as beautiful as him, and Siebren lamented their desire to do this here, instead of in his room. A bed would have–
A soft, delicate hand caressed his cheek, interrupting his thoughts from wandering.
“Soon,” Zenyatta murmured, almost breathless, soft shivers running down his frame.
Siebren looked down, catching a glimpse of his hard cock, sandwiched between them, a trail of precum pooling on his naked belly.
Zenyatta, speared as he was on him, legs parted and abandoned on the table, looked delicious.
He wanted to grab that cock in one hand, stroke it and drive Zenyatta wild, but the fingers scissoring into him were distracting, and kept him on the edge, eyes almost unfocused as Mondatta continued to prepare him, so slow and steady that it was torture in itself.
They pushed inside, deeper with every stroke, rubbing against his prostate then retreating to stretch him open, wave after wave of pleasure rocking into him and then retreating, teasing him with what was to come.
“Soon,” Mondatta murmured, pressing a kiss on Siebren’s shoulder, pressing with his lips until he could feel teeth work on his skin to mark him.
The fingers inside him crooked and Siebren groaned, deep in his throat, and pushed back, slipping a little out of Zenyatta in order to get those hands to plunge inside him deeper.
Zenyatta chuckled, clenching around his cock, drawing him in, and his thumb pressed against Siebren’s lips, slipping into his parted mouth to press into his tongue.
“Soon,” he repeated, the smirk growing, satisfied when Siebren started to suck on his finger, “then you can fuck me as hard as you want, Mister Scientist…”
Siebren shuddered, the insistent fingers inside him dragging him higher, and he swallowed, pushing back into them again. “I will not… last, if you keep doing this–” another groan, and he jolted at a particularly strong caress on his prostate that made him close his eyes. “I am not… as young as I was…”
“Yet you still crave for this,” Mondatta’s voice said near his ear, his hot breath making Siebren curse. “But it would not do to make you wait. That is… true.”
“Perhaps it is time you take responsibility,” Zenyatta spoke again, parting his thighs to expose himself, his hard cock and the way Siebren’s one disappeared inside him. “Will you not fuck me like you mean it, Mister Scientist?”
The fingers inside him, pressing insistently against his prostate, moved away, and he made a sound, needy and desperate, when they slipped out of him. “Please–”
“Yes, Mister Siebren,” Mondatta purred, aligning himself against Siebren’s opening, the tip of his hard cock pressed against him, teasing, “you’ve been so good, I will give you what you crave…”
And then he was pushing inside, a smooth slide, filling Siebren so much he pushed forwards, into the welcoming heat of Zenyatta, and cursed when the monk underneath him moaned with abandon, face lit up.
Pleasure rocked into him, and Siebren swallowed convulsively around Zenyatta’s thumb, closing his eyes, and felt Mondatta bottom out inside him, leaving him feeling so full he could barely breathe.
“Now,” Mondatta said, sounding almost unaffected, “the lesson can begin.”
Siebren’s eyes rolled back when Mondatta started to move.
“Beware the Shimada’s, dear light, for Genji is a lecherous philander who is far too willing to bite the hand that feeds him, and Hanzo is an egoist who is far too willing to follow orders for praise.”
“For all your talk of seeing beyond appearance and prejudice, you fail to follow your own advice. How... Disappointing.”
Sorry for taking so long to update! Things got busy. Anyways, enjoy a human(???) AU doodle in which Mondatta and Zenyatta are in Hanamura and Mondatta is concerned for Zenyatta’s safety due to him becoming particularly close to the sons of the Shimada-gumi oyabun.
You drew human!Zenyatta and Mondatta at some point and, I just wanted to ask like. The markings on their faces - would those be tattoos or just temporary? Like, I don't know, Henna or makeup or something.
They’re both temporary. Mondatta uses vermilion pigment (which probably shouldn’t go near your eyes, but that’s neither here nor there) and Zenyatta uses a specially made gold/yellow pigment.
