An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A-Nested Development
Chapters 6/?
Rating: M
Tags: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada & Hanzo Shimada Jesse McCree & Genji Shimada Jesse McCree Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada Background & Cameo Characters Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Omega Hanzo Shimada Alpha Jesse McCree Omegas have all the power Medium ish burn A/B/O hanzo shimada is a little shit Genji Shimada is a Little Shit Alpha Genji Shimada Brotherly snark Brotherly Affection
Summary: Hanzo Shimada was a proud man. Presenting as an omega had been difficult, surely. Being seen as a nurturer rather than aggressive alpha, but he had made it work for him. After all, omegas were given their choice of alphas. They were choosy and growing up in the anticipation of being alpha made him all the more discerning.
Enter Jesse McCree. Well meaning and taught how to treat an omega right, he is bound and determined to make up for the blunderous first impressions he has left, to show Hanzo that alphas aren’t all knot and no brain.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters 11/?
Rating: M
Tags: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada Jesse McCree Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix Ana Amari Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Sombra (Overwatch) Angela “Mercy” Ziegler Based on a Tumblr Post demon!JesseMcCree demon!mccree Canon-Typical Violence I Blame Tumblr Alternate Universe Ana Amari’s magic eye One-Sided Attraction At first anyways Pining and Mad About It Mentioned R76 Actual Angel Angela Ziegler Human Zenyatta background genyatta - FreeformAngst with a Happy Ending (eventually) - Freeform Spyderbyte
Summary: “It would help if I actually knew your name. Not that I have any plans to summon anything like you again.” Hanzo remarked, the light breeze causing his inky hair to fan out slightly, blowing out in the space past his shoulder.
“McCree. Jesse McCree.” The demon told him, tipping his hat, before turning and disappearing altogether in the time it took Hanzo to blink.
Summary : Mei is dating Hanzo and Jesse, but they can barely stand each other outside of a mission. Can they get over it in order to plan the best birthday possible for Mei?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A-Nested Development
Chapters 5/?
Rating: M
Tags: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada & Hanzo Shimada Jesse McCree & Genji Shimada Jesse McCree Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada Background & Cameo Characters Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Omega Hanzo Shimada Alpha Jesse McCree Omegas have all the power Medium ish burn A/B/O hanzo shimada is a little shit Genji Shimada is a Little Shit Alpha Genji Shimada Brotherly snark Brotherly Affection
Summary: Hanzo Shimada was a proud man. Presenting as an omega had been difficult, surely. Being seen as a nurturer rather than aggressive alpha, but he had made it work for him. After all, omegas were given their choice of alphas. They were choosy and growing up in the anticipation of being alpha made him all the more discerning.
Enter Jesse McCree. Well meaning and taught how to treat an omega right, he is bound and determined to make up for the blunderous first impressions he has left, to show Hanzo that alphas aren’t all knot and no brain.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A-Nested Development
Chapters 4/?
Rating: M
Tags: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada & Hanzo Shimada Jesse McCree & Genji Shimada Jesse McCree Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada Background & Cameo Characters Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Omega Hanzo Shimada Alpha Jesse McCree Omegas have all the power Medium ish burn A/B/O hanzo shimada is a little shit Genji Shimada is a Little Shit Alpha Genji Shimada Brotherly snark Brotherly Affection
Summary: Hanzo Shimada was a proud man. Presenting as an omega had been difficult, surely. Being seen as a nurturer rather than aggressive alpha, but he had made it work for him. After all, omegas were given their choice of alphas. They were choosy and growing up in the anticipation of being alpha made him all the more discerning.
Enter Jesse McCree. Well meaning and taught how to treat an omega right, he is bound and determined to make up for the blunderous first impressions he has left, to show Hanzo that alphas aren't all knot and no brain.
A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?
B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
C: What character do you identify with most?
D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?
E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?
G: Care to share a favorite crack fic?
H: How would you describe your style?
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].
K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?
L: What’s the weirdest AU you’ve ever come up with?
M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?
N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?
P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)
Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?
T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?
U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet.
V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?
W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?
X: A character you enjoy making suffer.
Y: A character you want to protect.
Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters 2/?
Rating: M
Tags: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada & Hanzo Shimada Jesse McCree & Genji Shimada Jesse McCree Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada Background & Cameo Characters Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Omega Hanzo Shimada Alpha Jesse McCree Omegas have all the power Medium ish burn A/B/O hanzo shimada is a little shit Genji Shimada is a Little Shit Alpha Genji Shimada Brotherly snark Brotherly Affection
Summary: Hanzo Shimada was a proud man. Presenting as an omega had been difficult, surely. Being seen as a nurturer rather than aggressive alpha, but he had made it work for him. After all, omegas were given their choice of alphas. They were choosy and growing up in the anticipation of being alpha made him all the more discerning.
Enter Jesse McCree. Well meaning and taught how to treat an omega right, he is bound and determined to make up for the blunderous first impressions he has left, to show Hanzo that alphas aren't all knot and no brain.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters 10/?
Rating: M
Tags: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada Jesse McCree Hanzo Shimada Genji Shimada Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix Ana Amari Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Sombra (Overwatch) Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Based on a Tumblr Post demon!JesseMcCree demon!mccree Canon-Typical Violence I Blame Tumblr Alternate Universe Ana Amari's magic eye One-Sided Attraction At first anyways Pining and Mad About It Mentioned R76 Actual Angel Angela Ziegler Human Zenyatta background genyatta - FreeformAngst with a Happy Ending (eventually) - Freeform Spyderbyte
Summary: “It would help if I actually knew your name. Not that I have any plans to summon anything like you again.” Hanzo remarked, the light breeze causing his inky hair to fan out slightly, blowing out in the space past his shoulder.
“McCree. Jesse McCree.” The demon told him, tipping his hat, before turning and disappearing altogether in the time it took Hanzo to blink.
Christmas was Genji's favorite holiday. He had loved it when he was in Japan, the Christmas cake was the one time Hanzo truly let down his guard during the whole year.
Then he met Jesse McCree who had introduced him to a 'proper Christmas', with parties and alcohol and presents. He had been too angry to enjoy most of it.
Now that the Recall had happened, and everyone was on base, the agents from the Western half of the world had insisted on throwing a, to quote McCree, "Honest to goodness grade A Christmas Shindig" and Genji found he wasn't too bothered. He had been given a box of Santa hats, and had been told to pass them out. Which he did. However, he also kept an extra one for himself.
The night of the event he swapped out the standard modesty panel that Angela had installed for a more...risque option. One that had a codpiece built into it. It was intended to give male presenting omnics who chose to wear clothes a more 'natural' appearance in pants.
Genji had never used an object like that for it's intended purpose before, and he sure as hell wasn't about to start. He swapped the panel and fiddled with the settings on it, before hanging a Santa hat on it.
Perfect.
He placed the other Santa hat on top of his head, and strutted down to the party, expertly dodging the mistletoe hanging in the doorway.
"What," Hanzo asked, after being nudged by McCree and spying Genji's 'outfit'. "Are you doing Genji."
"Just showing my 'Christmas spirit', anija." Genji wiggled his hips at Hanzo and McCree, the bell on the end of the hat jingling softly. "Ho, ho, ho."
"Get that ridiculous thing off of you this instant." Hanzo snapped, snatching the hat off of Genji's codpiece, blanching and flushing all at once when he saw the metallic phallus staring back at him. "Genji! Show some decorum for once in your life!" Hanzo snapped, dropping the hat back into place and storming off to get a glass of eggnog. Genji threw a wink at McCree, and went to look for Lucio.
"Genji!" He heard, and turned, spying the audio-medic in the doorway. "Is that a present in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" Lucio asked, gesturing at the hat over his crotch.
Genji just pointed to the mistletoe above Lucio's head. "Why not kiss me and find out?" He replied, stepping close to Lucio.
"Take off your mask and I will." Lucio replied.
Genji was glad he had a mask on for the moment, shock appearing on his face. He schooled his features and undid the mask, pulling it off to the side. Lucio reached up and pulled Genji down, kissing him softly. One kiss turned into two, into three. "Definitely happy to see you," Genji told him softly once they split apart. Lucio laughed and Genji basked in the sound.
It wasn't his fault that it was three in the morning.
He had poured the glass, returned the milk, and went to take a drink, only to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eyes. Something tall and dark. Something dangerous.
Without thinking he threw the glass at the figure, hearing the splash and shatter, then the tink tink tink and drip drip drip of glass and milk falling to the floor.
There was a hiss, akin to steam, and lights slowly began glowing on the figure, milky and distorted. "What the fuck Lucio." Came the synth modulated but still obviously Japanese voice.
"You can't just sneak up on someone like that man!" Lucio replied, voice rising in pitch, akin to a screaming frog.
"I did not sneak, I was here first. You came in completely unaware of your surroundings."
"The fuck man, you were here, in the dark with all of your lights turned off!" Lucio shouted, throwing his hands in the air.
"I was in power saving mode." Genji replied, folding his arms across his chest.
"Saving power for what!? To creep on unsuspecting midnight snackers?"
"I was waiting for Hanzo."
"Why?"
"To see if his skills were still as sharp as they used to be."
"In case you couldn't tell Genji, I am not your brother!" Lucio screamed, running his hands through his dreads, fingers sliding between the locs with a practiced ease. "I came in here for a simple glass of milk! Instead I got the shit scared out of me by half of the broody ninja twins!"
"Excuse you, I am the better ninja. Hanzo's skills are so lacking he could not even kill me properly."
Lucio couldn't form words for a moment, instead screaming incoherently, turning away. He had to take a deep breath and center himself, reciting the Hippocratic oath to remind himself not to kill the obstinate and frankly ridiculous cyborg. When he turned around again, Genji hadn't moved. "I am going to tell you now. This is no time for jokes. I am really pissed right now."
Someone cleared their throat from the doorway to the kitchen, and both Genji and Lucio stopped to look. "I do not understand what all of the fuss is about." It was Hanzo, and he seemed unimpressed as he regarded Genji first, then Lucio. "I believe the saying is, there is no use crying over spilled milk?"
Lucio let out another indignant screech, throwing open the fridge door and grabbing the milk, before stomping off towards his room, muttering about 'stupid fucking ninja twins'.
This is a continuation of the previous prompt Quickie. This one took me a little longer, but I hope to catch up.
Genji had watched the concert. Of course he did. He could have gone along and gotten VIP seats, but he had been to every other one on this tour, and with how keyed up he was, it was entirely too likely he'd make Lucio miss a cue, what with pinning him to something for more kissing.
No, the sun and sand and sheer beauty of Ilios meant he really should just stay in their hotel room.
Besides, watching from a holoscreen meant he could zoom in to every bounce of his boyfriend's dick in those too loose jeans of his.
It really was an amazing dick.
And Lucio had a tendency to jump around a lot.
Honestly, it wasn't really Genji's fault if you stopped and thought about it.
So he went through the entirety of the concert like that, half listening to Lucio's voice and the beats he had arranged for the night, and half sprawling out on the overlarge hotel bed, imagining what Lucio would do to him when he got home.
Would he make good on his promise, fucking Genji against the large window in their room? Genji licked his lips, mouth going suddenly dry. Lucio wanted him prepped and ready to go though, so he should get busy.
Genji wandered over to his suitcase and dug through it, grabbing the ziploc bag that he had put his lube and toys in, taking the bag back with him to the bed, laying down a towel and crawling on top of it, making himself comfortable against the pillow to continue watching Lucio's performance. He slicked his right hand and gave his dick a few strokes, before traveling further between his legs, rolling his balls in his hand and stroking at his perineum, before circling his hole.
It felt so much better when Lucio was the one doing it, and Genji couldn't help but close his eyes and imagine it *was* Lucio. His hands were shaped slightly differently, but they were close enough to the same size, that if he closed his eyes and pretended real hard....
He could almost feel Lucio dipping into him with two of those lithe fingers right away, only to the first knuckle, only enough to tease. Slowly he pushed his fingers in deeper, curling in on himself to try and get the best angle, to get as deep as he could as he thrusted his fingers inside himself. With a low moan Genji added a third finger spreading them inside him the way he knew Lucio liked to. Get them as far apart as he could. Tease around his prostate, make him beg for it. Idly, he grabbed his phone with his free hand and set it recording.
"Look Lu, I... I am doing what you said." He moved the camera down to match the slightly awkward angle he was fingering himself from. "Gonna be nice and lubed up for you. I am watching.... you right now." His voice was breathy and punctuated with a whine as he finally pressed his fingers into his prostate, stroking it with all three fingers. "Come back soon. I will be waiting."
He removed his fingers and grabbed a medium sized plug from the bag with his clean hand. It would be large enough that Lucio could slide in without hurting him, but small enough that he could wear it until Lucio was finished with his concert. He lubed the toy up, before pressing it nice and slow, feeling his hole stretch over the widest part of it before it popped inside. Genji tugged on it lightly and moaned, loving the feel of being filled. Now all was left was to wait.
Waiting, Genji found, was torture.
Lucio's concert seemed never ending.
On a night when he wasn't impatiently waiting for his boyfriend to return to him they were never ending in a good way, tonight however, every shift of his hips sent pleasure crawling up his spine like the dragons his family commanded. He wanted Lucio to end the concert early, even if it meant having to tell the world that Genji Shimada was still alive.
He sat up with a moan as the plug shifted within him, having been momentarily forgotten, and pushed himself to his feet, moving to the window. He leaned against the cool glass, and looked out over the city. Everything was so pretty, so charming. No building was over three stories tall, and all of the lights seemed to wink out as it got closer to ten. Except the arena where Lucio's concert was being held on the far side of the city. Genji pressed closer into the glass, dick leaving tacky smears of precome behind.
He could just imagine Lucio coming back now, blood pumping from the concert, taking Genji and pulling the plug out of him just to replace it with his dick. His dick twitched at the thought, bumping into the glass once more. He gave it a slow stroke, the mantra of "Lucio will be back soon" playing over and over in his head.
He placed his forearm on the glass of the window and rested his head on it, other hand sneaking down and twisting at the base of the plug, pulling at it gently. He stayed like that for a long while, breath fogging the glass and hand teasing at the plug nestled deep inside him while his dick twitched and leaked, tapping against the formerly pristine window.
He hadn't heard the door open or shut, but he heard a soft exhalation of 'Jesus' and turned his head, to see Lucio standing there, fresh in from his concert, skin still glowing from the adrenaline and sheen of sweat he had worked up.
"Look at you Genji..." Lucio breathed, eyes not moving from Genji's body. "I didn't expect for you to be waiting for me like this."
"I kept thinking about your promise... Coming home and fucking me against the window."
"Are you ready for me?" Lucio asked, eyes fixing on the plug nestled in Genji's ass. Genji swayed his hips temptingly.
"Come and feel for yourself." Genji told him, taking a step back so he can arch his back gracefully, presenting himself.
Lucio crossed the gap in measured strides, eagerly tracing the rim of the plug before grasping it lightly. Lucio gave a soft tug and Genji gasped, hips twitching of their own accord. Slowly, so slowly Genji thought that Lucio was hardly moving it at all, until the widest point slid out of him suddenly, leaving him feeling empty. Without wasting any time Lucio slid three fingers into him, causing Genji to gasp and whine thrusting back on him eagerly.
"You are lubed up and ready for me aren't you?"
"Yeah... wanted you to fuck me hard the whole night. Kept seeing your dick swing in those pants." Lucio twisted his fingers, finding his prostate and pressing all three fingers into it, causing Genji to gasp and yell out.
"You were looking that closely?"
"Always." There was a rustle and a zip, and then Lucio's fingers were pulled away just as suddenly as they had pushed in. Genji felt bereft, entirely too empty, entirely too suddenly, and he whimpered, pressing back, hoping to get those fingers in him again. "Lucio... please..."
Something warm and much larger then three fingers kissed against his hole and Genji nearly melted, breathing out a hiss of 'yes'. "Is this what you were looking for Genji? Right where everyone can see us?"
"Yes, Lucio please! Do not tease me any longer! I have teased myself so much," Genji whined, trying to press back against Lucio's dick.
The musician seemed to take pity on him, pressing inside until he was fully sheathed, before drawing back again. A rhythm formed quickly, slow at first with faster snaps of his hips every so often before slowing back down again. Eventually though, Lucio picked up speed, pressing him hard against the window, nipples meeting cold glass, and dick leaving a very obvious mark as it slid against the glass with every quick snap of Lucio's hips, until he was thrusting nigh continuously against cool window slicked with his own precome.
"Lucio I... I am..." Genji warned, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the previously unblemished window, eventually grasping at the trim around the side.
"Then do it." Lucio told him, angling his thrusts to meet Genji's prostate every time, leaving him wailing as he came, shooting strands of come up the window, smearing into it as Lucio fucked him through it, chasing his own release. "I've wanted to do this since before the concert..." Lucio admitted in low tones, pulling out just as he began to come, shooting his load across Genji's back and ass.
"I need to beg you for a quickie more often then..." Genji said, relying on the window to keep him upright. Lucio just chuckled breathlessly and pulled him toward the bathroom, both of them on jelly legs.
Ilios was gorgeous. There was no getting around that. But Genji wasn't here to take in the sights. At least, not those sights. His boyfriend, super music sensation Lucio was performing in Ilios tonight and all Genji could focus on was how handsome he was. Tight tank top and baggy pants that somehow still managed to keep up on his hips, but looked like the slightest breeze would send them to the ground.
"Luuuucioooo," Genji called, trying to get his boyfriend's attention, giving the back of his head the most tempting bedroom eyes he could. Lucio looked up from where he was hunched over a tiny mirror - 'They insist on me wearing makeup for the cameras Genji, don't laugh at me. Like you've never worn eyeliner before.' - to make eye contact with him in the vanity.
"No." Lucio's response was bemused, and he went back to putting on his mascara.
"But Lu, you don't even know what I was going to ask." Genji told him with a pout.
"You want sex." Lucio was still bemused, and Genji pouted more, folding his arms across his chest.
"No!" Genji replied, indignant. There was a pause, where Genji looked up, meeting Lucio's eyes through the mirror again. "Well okay fine. Yes."
"I would love to baby, but this close to a show? I'd want nothing more than to fall into bed with you after and I couldn't. Wouldn't be able to focus on giving my fans the show they deserve to see."
Genji groaned, "Please? Something quick? You look so gorgeous Lu! You know I can't resist...." If Lucio really wanted him to stop, the tone would be much firmer. They had had a discussion about when to stop pretty early on in their relationship, almost as soon as Lucio had figured out that Genji liked to whine and beg and feel like he won something by getting Lucio to agree.
"Genji I need to get ready." Lucio still walked over and pressed a kiss to Genji's lips. Genji's hands immediately wrapped around Lucio's waist, cupping his ass and pulling their hips flush. Lucio could feel Genji was half hard in his sweats. Lucio glanced at the clock, and hummed thoughtfully.
"Please Lucio?" Genji batted his eyelashes, rutting gently against his boyfriend's hips. Lucio looked at the clock again, then pulled out his phone, swiping through it to set a timer.
"I can give you five minutes," Lucio said, pressing the start button on the timer. "Can you handle that?"
Genji's response was to kiss him and rut up into him harder. One hand slid to the back of Lucio's neck, squeezing softly, before Genji broke the kiss. He scrambled to pull off the shirt he was wearing, throwing it to the corner of their hotel room. Next came the pants, and Lucio had to laugh as the so called ninja almost tripped over his own feet trying to remove the sweats, instead hopping on one foot in a circle. Still, it gave Lucio a good look at the muscled back with the green dragon tattooed over it. There was the Shimada brand in his left shoulder as well, which Genji had told him matched his brothers and was put in as an actual brand so it hurt like hell.
Lucio chuckled softly at Genji's antics, and propped himself against the headboard of their bed, watching the show, until Genji finally got his feet free from the accursed sweatpants. Genji turned, and crawled up the bed on his hands and knees, until he was straddling Lucio's lap, dick perking back up now that he was with his boyfriend again. Genji kissed him, licking into his mouth eagerly, beginning to rut into Lucio's stomach. Lucio broke the kiss, tutting.
"No messing up my work clothes man, turn around." Genji did what he was told, and Lucio sat him down in the vee of his spread legs, pulling Genji's back flush against his chest with hands on his pecs.
One hand stayed on Genji's chest, palming at the pectoral muscle before finding his nipple, tugging lightly and rolling it between his fingers until it was hard and pebbled, Lucio scraping a nail across it before moving on. His other hand had become busy alternately stroking Lucio's dick and fondling his balls, rolling them in his palm. Genji's hands clutched, rather uselessly, at Lucio's thighs and his mouth found Lucio's neck, sucking and licking and kissing and biting at whatever skin he could find.
"More," Genji whined, whenever Lucio would thumb the head. "Harder," He'd beg whenever Lucio would tug particularly meanly at a nipple or Genji's sac. Genji's dick was leaking copiously now, slicking the way for whatever Lucio wanted to do. "Please," he'd sigh whenever Lucio stroked his dick and pressed at his perineum at the same time, hips rocking to try and get more, faster. Knowing that timer was ticking down and Lucio would absolutely leave him on the brink of coming because of his concert.
"It's a shame I can't get my work clothes dirty Genji..." Lucio murmured in his ear, "Because I'd love to press you up against that window over there, and fuck you so everyone could see. Everyone coming to town for this concert would be able to see who owns that pretty, little, tight ass of yours." The words were having the desired effect, Genji's feet were planted into the mattress, hips lifting off the bed completely, pressing his back into Lucio's chest as he fucked up into the musician's grip. "You like that idea Genji? Me taking you where anyone who looks will be able to see? Maybe if you keep yourself all lubed up and stretched out for me I'll fuck you the way you want me to as soon as I get back tonight."
Those were the magic words it seemed, Genji's climax shooting out of him without warning, coating his chest as he collapsed back onto the bed, panting. Lucio wiped his hand on a nearby tissue, not wanting to mark up the bedspread quite yet. He took his clean hand and stroked through Genji's hair, in need of fresh dye, but Lucio didn't care.
"So lovely like this..." Lucio murmured, pressing a kiss to the spot behind Genji's ear.
They settled into a comfortable silence for a few moments before the timer went off and Lucio carefully extracted himself from the mess of loose limbs that now made up Genji. Washing his hands in the bathroom sink, he grabbed his phone and stuffed it in his pocket, leaning over to kiss Lucio briefly once more. "I'll be back after. I love you." He told Genji, giving him one last peck, before disappearing out the hotel room's door.
This is the aftermath of Day three’s prompt, Flexible.
Lucio had gotten them both cleaned up, and was now back in bed, smoothing fingers over the muscles in Genji's thighs and calves. Genji was very flexible and so he hadn't been too bothered by being bent in half like that, but he wasn't going to say no to Lucio touching him. Genji was comfortable enough to keep his eyes closed, processor fans whirring softly in the silence that stretched between them.
Lucio spread out next to him again, skin on skin on soft sheets. They really should be changed, but Genji couldn't find it in him to move without prompting so he wasn't about to get up. Lucio didn't seem to mind much either, propping himself up on his elbow and sliding his hand across Genji's ribs. Lucio leaned down, pressing a kiss to the plate that covered his artificial heart, powering both the mechanical parts and his remaining circulatory system.
He was sure Lucio could feel the slight vibration there, completely unlike a normal heart, but the musician wasn't bothered, resting his head on it and wrapping an arm around Genji's middle. Fingertips brushed along his ribs and it was almost light enough to tickle, even though Genji most definitely was not ticklish.
He reached into Lucio's hair, sliding his fingers between the dreadlocks to scratch lightly at his boyfriend's scalp, feeling Lucio relax against him even more. It wasn't too long before Lucio pulled the blanket up to cover their legs, pressing kisses to his chest and shoulders again.
"Careful Lucio." Genji told him."Or we will have to go again."
Lucio laughed, soft and melodic like his voice then he winked. "I don't see a problem with that."
Rollerblading should have come easy to him. He was a cybernetic ninja after all. When he had been fully human he could rollerblade with the best of them. But now, with his enhanced reflexes, he suddenly couldn't.
It wouldn't have been so embarrassing if he was with his brother, or maybe even with Jesse. But Lucio and Hana? God he wanted to die.
It was even worse because Lucio was just so cool. He used to be that cool, he could still be that cool if he just worked hard enough at it.
Push.
Glide.
For a blissful moment he had it. And then... just like that... he didn't.
"Genji, man are you okay?" Lucio asked, offering a hand to help him up off of the ground where he was, once again, laying.
"I am fine." Still, Genji took the offered hand and used it to pull himself up, amazed at how even without stoppers on the front of his skates, Lucio didn't even move as Genji pulled at him. "I used to be very good at this."
"No doubt. I've heard of all of the shenanigans you used to get up to from Hanzo. It was impressive." Lucio gave him a grin, but Genji's heart sank. If Lucio was talking to Hanzo, no doubt he knew what a failure he had been in a lot of ways. He had drowned his frustration in sex and drugs and alcohol, preferring to spend his days and nights in a haze.
And now...
Lucio was everything he had ever wanted to be and looking at him like he was still human.
Still whole.
And he was making a fool of himself.
Lucio tilted his head, frowning softly. "Seriously man, you alright?" Genji nodded, thankful that his visor wasn't transparent.
"Yes I am just adjusting to a different center of gravity now that I am....mostly metal."
"Here, hold my hands." Lucio skated in front of him, keeping his hands outstretched towards Genji.
Hesitantly, Genji placed his hands in Lucio's, sensors in the metal registering the heat from Lucio's hands, and the grip the musician held him with.
"Don't look at your feet. It tips you too far forward." Lucio's words suddenly made him feel like a kid again, and he forced his head up, thankful once more that he was wearing the visor. Genji let himself skate along to Lucio's rhythm, thankful that he wasn't making a fool out of himself.
It went along just fine for a moment or two longer, and then Genji began thinking about how he was moving, and how he hoped if he fell he didn't knock into Lucio. That started a chain reaction of sorts, his feet flying forward, knocking into Genji's skates, arms attempting to windmill out to keep his balance, only to bring Lucio crashing into his chest, knocking him backwards.
Genji sat stunned for a moment, faceplate sensors registering heat and mist and pressure, only for Genji to realize that Lucio was, in a manner of speaking, kissing him. Steam pushed from his vents as all of his fans kicked into overdrive at that.
Sure Lucio didn't mean to kiss him, but a kiss was a kiss, especially from someone so handsome. Genji found himself even more smitten.
"Are you alright?" Genji asked when he found himself able to speak. Lucio pulled back, a small string of spit connecting his mouth to Genji's faceplate.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Lets... Continue skating?" He seemed dazed, but Genji was too. It was alright.
Genji didn't officially need showers. He still took them because the medical cleaning provided from his suit only left him feeling so clean. Well, less clean and more antiseptic coated. So he still pulled off the removable pieces of armor, and slipped into the warm water.
Genji wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it couldn't have been too long of him just luxuriating under the hot spray when the door opened.
"Genji? What are you doing in my shower?" Lucio asked, politely averting his eyes from the naked form behind the transparent curtain.
"Showering." Genji replied, grinning and making sure to stretch out temptingly in case Lucio was watching anyways.
"I can tell that. I wanted to know why you were in my shower."
"So you'd think about joining me, of course." Genji opened the shower curtain anyways, just a crack, invitingly letting a plume of steam out towards Lucio.
"You....are you being serious right now?" Genji popped his head out of the shower door now, grinning through the water droplets slipping down his face.
"I'm naked, in your shower, inviting you to join me." Genji's grin got even bigger. "You tell me."
Genji pulled his head back in and closed the curtain, taking every ounce of willpower he owned and putting it towards not looking at Lucio. Time passed and Genji took the opportunity to lather his hair, arching backwards slightly, creating what he knew was an attractive silhouette. The curtain pulled open and a burst of chilly air washed over Genji's skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. Lucio's warm body followed, crowding against him in the small shower.
"I thought for certain you were going to chicken out." Genji told him, looking over his shoulder at Lucio, and dragging his eyes over the smaller man appreciatively.
"Regretting tempting me?"
"Not at all." Genji offered him a bottle of body wash. "You wash my back, I'll wash yours." Lucio rolled his eyes but took the body wash, pouring an ample amount into his palm before setting it on the ledge, lathering it up slightly before sliding his hands over Genji's shoulders. Genji pressed his palms against the tile, arching his back towards Genji slightly as the musician's fingers moved over flesh and synth-skin alike, dancing over nodes as if it was his soul purpose in life. As Lucio's fingers slid over one particularly sensitive node in his spine, Genji let out a soft moan, only barely audible over the pouring water. Lucio's fingers paused, before continuing to focus on that spot, paying it special attention. A shudder ran through Genji and he stifled another moan by biting at his hand, dick beginning to harden against his thigh.
"You alright Genji?" Lucio asked and Genji swore he heard a grin. "Not hurting you am I?"
"No. You are not hurting me..." Genji forced out, pressing further against Lucio's hands as they landed on his lower back, thumbs swiping over the dimples there before gliding over the upper curve of his ass. Genji shivered, feeling his dick harden fully the more Lucio touched him, until it took all of his willpower not to wrap a hand around it for some relief.
He looked over his shoulder again and saw Lucio in a similar state, cock hard and leaking precome at just touching his back and ass. Genji turned fully now, leaning in and catching Lucio in a kiss, one hand cupping his cheek the other slipping behind him to grab at Lucio's ass. He rolled his hips against Lucio's, a practiced motion from his younger years. "The things I want you to do to me..." He growled, biting at Lucio's lower lip.
"Yeah?" Lucio replied, lips descending to Genji's neck while he spoke, teeth scraping over scarred skin, sucking fresh marks to life.
"Yeah. I want your dick. I want you fucking me...." Genji admitted, voice wavering on a moan as Lucio bit at the tendons in his neck.
"We have no lube, and don't you dare ask me to use soap or spit." Lucio told him, before leaving a mark on Genji's collarbone, "Those are terrible substitutes."
"I was thinking.... the synth skin my thighs are made of is nice and smooth.... if you weren't opposed...." Genji felt Lucio's dick twitch against his where they still rocked together, and a new drip of warmth add to the mix so he was certain that Lucio wasn't turned off by the idea.
"Turn around..." Lucio was quick to obey, placing his hands on the wall so he was half bent, legs spread so Lucio could position himself. Warm water was brought to the inside of his thighs, a terrible lubricant for actual sex but good enough for this, and Genji felt Lucio press himself against the backs of his legs, dick nudging lightly against his balls. Fingers tapped his thighs and he obediently tightened them.
Slowly Lucio built up a rhythm, pulling back and sliding forward, dick nudging at his balls every time, smearing his legs with tacky precome. Genji couldn't find it in him to mind, thinking that if Lucio's dick felt this nice just between his thighs, how nice would it feel in his mouth? Or deep inside him?
Toys could only do so much, and Genji groaned, wanting more. He tightened his thighs as much as he could, wanting to feel every bit of Lucio's dick as he started to fuck harder, hips slapping against the backs of Genji's thighs, fingers clutching his hips.
A litany of 'please' and 'more' and 'Lucio' started to fall from his lips, head tilting down and water cascading over it, dripping onto his back and following the curve of his spine down. He was distantly aware of Lucio moaning and muttering to him in Portugese, saying his name, but he was too lost in what he was feeling to really focus on it. One of his hands found his dick and he began stroking it in time with Lucio's thrusts. Faster, harder, until he felt himself at that knife's edge.
Lucio's mouth found a node that had gotten him to moan before, and bit at it, and that was all it took for Genji to tip into orgasm, spilling over his hand and onto the tile in front of him with a long drawn out cry of Lucio's name. He felt Lucio's thrusts speed up as the musician chased his own release, before feeling the wet and heat of fresh come spread between his thighs, only barely noticing the stripes of heat that landed across his ass as Lucio pulled back and marked him.
"We... must do this again sometime..." Genji told him, pressing his forehead to the wall.
This is a direct continuation of day 2′s prompt, self sacrifice.
Genji had never been able to understand the phrase 'their anger was palpable' until just now. Looking over at Lucio sitting in the corner of the room, glaring daggers at him and muttering in Portugese in his general direction. Genji did understand being too angry for English however, and it stung to think that he could make the happy-go-lucky musician that mad.
He did, however, stand by what he did.
Taking bullets from an old bastion unit was dangerous, sure, but he at least had some protection and had already been rebuilt once so he knew it was possible to fix him.
Lucio, however, was soft and squishy in comparison and left all of his vital parts exposed it had just made sense that he took the damage while Jesse incapacitated the unit. Since nobody else seemed to be hooked up to monitoring equipment, his little plan worked.
Everything hurt, but he'd heal.
"Hey Lu." Genji said, fully aware that every bit of removable armor had been removed.
"Don't you 'hey Lu' me, Genji." Lucio said English heavily accented with emotion, standing and folding his arms. "What the hell were you thinking? Standing in front of a bastion unit like that? You could have been killed!"
"But I will be fine."
Lucio turned, tugging lightly at his dreads as he buried his hands in his hair. "I... You...." Lucio let out a growl and threw up his hands "Puta merda, como você pode colocar sua vida em risco assim?"
"Lucio..."
"Caralho, Genji." Lucio paced back and forth a few times, before visibly centering himself and sitting next to him on the bed, pulling him into a hug. "You had me so worried."
"C'mon Lu, I'm made of tougher stuff than you think. You forget, I was almost killed once already without all this fancy armor and it did not work."
"You were losing so much blood, Genji. My music can only do so much." Genji cupped Lucio's face and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"I might look like hell, but I am not going anywhere any time soon. I promise."
Lucio pulled back from him, frowning and standing up again. "How can you make a promise like that when you jump in front of bullets for me!?"
Genji frowned, frustrated. "How could you expect me to not? I would do it for anyone here!"
"That's the worst part!"
"Why?" Genji challenged, sitting up straighter and swinging one augmented leg off the edge of the bed. Suddenly, he was very aware he was naked. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his nudity. He had been very free with his body when he was fully human. However, knowing that he was still mostly whole, even with hip joints, ass and most of his thighs replaced with metal and synth flesh, and knowing that he wasn't the same, unblemished man he used to be were two incredibly different things.
Still, he needed to know why Lucio was so against him doing what he was remade to do.
"You really don't know?"
"That is why I am asking!"
Lucio groaned and paced back to the chair that was in his corner. "Mas é um idiota mesmo, não acredito nisso..."
"I do not speak Portuguese, Lucio." Genji reminded him, and Lucio turned stalked back to Genji and grabbed the metal of his lower jaw, pressing a firm kiss to his lips.
It had taken them a long time to get to this point. Months of dancing around the subject and each other until they had wound up curled around each other, asleep, during a movie. They hadn't been able to hide their interest after that. Genji had tried, Lord, had he tried. But Lucio would not be deterred without an honest answer.
Genji had gotten upset, torn off his visor and yelled at Lucio to look at him. Lucio had just smiled and stepped into his space, and told him he was handsome.
Genji broke a window getting away.
Slowly, Lucio managed to chip away at Genji's resolve, inviting him to hang out, listen to music, or play video games.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Lucio asked one evening.
"I...suppose. How personal?" Genji replied, sitting on the floor in lotus.
"Does more than just your visor come off?"
"Why Lucio are you trying to get me naked?" Genji replied slyly, relishing in the flush that tinged the other man's dark cheeks. "But to answer your question, yes, most of the armor does come off. However most of the muscle underneath is fragile."
"If it's uncomfortable you don't have to stay all covered up all the time." Lucio put a hand on Genji's shoulder, offering him a smile. "I promise I won't take the opportunity to tickle you."
Genji laughed, sudden but earnest. When it died down he looked over at Lucio, a soft smile on his face. Their eyes locked for a long moment, and if either of them were asked, they'd both say the other leaned in first, but they were kissing. It stayed chaste, until it wasn't, both men turning ravenous until they broke apart, panting for breath.
"That was...." Genji began, and Lucio nodded.
"Yeah. It was."
It became a sort of game of Lucio's after that, to see how much of his armor he could convince Genji to remove when they made out. Every time it seemed to be a little bit more. First it was the remainder of Genji's hood, green hair fluffing out. Lucio found that if he tugged on it just so, Genji would moan and arch into him. Lucio grinned into Genji's jaw when he noticed that, kissing and leaving bites where he could, threading his fingers through those green strands, then using the leverage to pull Genji's head back, exposing his adam's apple. Teeth and tongue and lips trailed over it and down as far as Genji had exposed, before moving across the armor with as much affection as he had the skin. He knew Genji had sensors in it, fingers cupping the back of Genji's neck and lightly running over the nodes attached to his spine.
He could feel the shivers more than see them.
Every bit of discarded armor led to the same pattern of kisses and bites and sucking marks covering Genji's neck and chest. Lucio was enthralled, not just with the juxtaposition of synth-flesh and Genji's natural skin, but by the sounds Genji made when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Genji was like a man who had been living off of bread and water for years being given his first bite of steak. Lucio wouldn't force Genji to admit it, but he suspected that the mentioned fragility was Genji's own ego.
Genji would arch off the bed and nearly bend himself in half trying to push more of his chest into Lucio's mouth, and Lucio would reward him by sucking at the pebbled flesh, running his tongue in circles around it, tugging it with his teeth. Genji would cover his mouth with a hand, trying to muffle the sound, and Lucio grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and pressing his hand to the bed.
"Don't hide from me." Lucio told him softly, breathing across the spit wet nipples, and causing Genji to shudder again, arching higher and moaning at the shock of cold flying through his system.
Genji removed the last of his armor, the pieces covering his pelvis.
"You're sure?" Lucio asked as Genji revealed his erection, thighs pressing together in an effort to hide. Some metal still lingered over his lower spine and down one leg, across the lower part of his ribs, jutting up almost obscenely to cover his heart. Lucio wasn't deterred in the slightest.
"I am." Genji replied, tugging at Lucio's top. Lucio obediently lifted his arms so Genji could remove it. "I am also certain you are overdressed." That earned a chuckle.
"Perhaps I am." Genji finished pulling off Lucio's tank top and smiled, scratching down over the younger man's chest, pulling at the waistband of his pants. Lucio stood and finished undressing, before climbing back on top of him, pulling Genji in for another kiss. He rolled his hips lightly, sliding their erections against each other to mimic the motions of his tongue, one hand slipping between them to grip at the hot flesh, giving them both even more friction, the other tugging at Genji's hair.
Lucio's hand slipped lower after a few more moments, fondling Genji's balls, rolling them in his palm. Lucio pulled away from the kiss and put his hands on Genji's thighs, pushing them up towards Genji's chest and out so he could get a proper look and his companion. He saw the seam where Genji's original flesh ended and the synthetic flesh began, and nestled into the silvery synthetic muscles was a surprise Lucio wasn't expecting. Fingers trailed down from Genji's thigh, to circle the hidden hole, not quite dipping in.
"Were you going to tell me about this?" Lucio's voice was lightly teasing, but mostly excited and eager. He hadn't thought to ask how Genji's body worked with sex, assuming they'd cross that bridge when they came to it.
"I...." Genji trailed off, looking away, a flush burning at his cheeks.
"Hey, if this isn't okay we can stop." Lucio's voice turned gentle. He began to draw his hand away only for Genji to reach down and catch his wrist in a hand quicker than Lucio thought he'd ever seen Genji move outside of battle.
"I want this. I just... have not... with this body." Genji admitted, flush growing deeper and tinging his cheeks a more vibrant green.
"Okay. Okay." Lucio told him, pulling his hand up slightly and pressing a kiss to Genji's knuckles. "Just promise me you'll say something if it stops being okay?"
"I promise," came the gentle reply. Thinking about it, Lucio figured it made sense. If Genji didn't need traditional anatomy as a largely cybernetic being, and nobody knew if his preference was giving or receiving during sex, the logical option would be to give him both parts.
He stroked his fingers over Genji's hole, feeling Genji tilt his hips forward to get the fingers inside of him. Lucio obliged, slipping just one in, to stroke at his insides. Genji moaned, half frustrated. "I can take more than that. Lucio please."
And if that didn't go straight to Lucio's dick, it twitching in response to the tone in Genji's voice, the way he helped bend his legs as far as they'd go, which was pretty far, the vision of Lucio's own finger inside his.... boyfriend? lover? fuckbuddy? was a gorgeous sight indeed.
At Genji's pleading he slipped another one in, testing the stretch, sliding against sensor nodes and circling them lightly, leaving Genji a mess of breathless whimpers and moans.
"Lucio, baby, please, I want your dick." Genji babbled, head thrown back as Lucio found another, deeper node. "Please I want it so bad. I have thought of nothing else for the months it has taken working up to this. Please." Genji's begging was impossible to resist, so Lucio withdrew his fingers, gripping his dick and lightly rubbing it against the lubricated hole. Genji moaned again, rocking his hips until Lucio slid in, tortuously slow. Every new inch he went in, he rocked back out, making Genji start over again from the beginning until at long last he was bottomed out.
"Look at you, taking me so good." Lucio told him, brushing sweaty hair off of Genji's forehead. "Symphonies could be inspired by you."
"Shut up and fuck me like you mean it." Genji grumbled, unused to taking praise with his new body. Lucio leaned forward, bending Genji's legs until his knees almost touched his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to Genji's scarred lips.
"Like I mean it huh?" That was all it took for Lucio to start snapping his hips, alternating pulling nearly all the way out and thrusting back in in a smooth motion with short hard thrusts, pleased with how Genji moaned beneath him. Lucio reached for Genji's dick, hard and fat and bobbing between his thighs at every thrust. He wrapped his hand around it, jerking him in time with the movement of his hips, and it wasn't too long before Genji's yelling grew to previously unheard heights.
"Lu- Lucio!" Genji cried out, insides clenching around him in time with the sudden spurts of cum from Genji's dick. It splattered across his stomach and chest, one particularly ambitious glob landing on Genji's chin. The sight combined with the feeling of Genji's muscles working around him was enough to tip him over the edge and Lucio came with a low groan.
Slowly pulling out as the aftershocks subsided, he flopped next to Genji on the bed. "Damn... any time you want to do that again, I am so down."
"Of course." Genji replied, fixing him with a stupid, fucked out grin. "Next time just promise me you'll cum on my face."
Lucio groaned and his dick gave a valiant twitch. "You can't do that to me. I'm gonna die. There won't be any blood left in the rest of my body."
