Amongst many scents - closed thread
The fact he was an Alpha had something he had embraced for a long time, and had made a picture perfect Alpha in his youth; loud, boisterous, and popular with all alignments - not just Omegas.
When he became a Cyborg though.... it was hard to adjust. Everyone beyond his close circle of friends looked at him like he was a monster of some kind. It was hard on him, accepting what he had become. Even after he met Zenyatta it took him a long time before he felt comfortable with himself.
Now though, he felt comfortable. He felt comfortable again with being an Alpha, with his body, and especially with his relationship with Zenyatta. Truthfully, at first he was hesistant to start dating Zenyatta, since the Monk had told him about his past as a Service Omnic for unmated Alphas to spend their heat with. But, Zenyatta had reassured him that his past was that; past. It had no control over his present self, so after some coaxing Genji finally trusted himself enough to date Zenyatta.
Right now he was curled up with Zenyatta, a thick, warm blanket wrapped around them to shield them from the icy cold Nepal winter, the wind reaching deep into the monastery despite everyone’s effort to keep it warm.
Genji was crooning affectionately, nuzzling Zenyatta’s neck pistons, puffs of pheromones escaping him. The croons wasn’t something he could control, it was just something Alphas did when they felt comfortable and safe around their mate. But, before he could do much else, he caught a scent, nuzzling closer against Zenyatta’s neck and collar pistons.
“Hey, Zen? Are you usin’ a new oil to keep your joints from freezing over, or...?”, he took another deep breath, trying to figure out what the scent was until it suddenly just clicked with him. Those were Omega Pheromones. “O-Oh. Oh, shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you do that—“, he immediately began apologizing, thinking his crooning and Pheromones had caused Zenyatta to involuntarily let out pheromones from the Implants he had.