March 2021 Drabble #1 (Patreon)

Zenyatta/Genji – Zenyatta is a horrible tease. He knows *exactly* what he is doing to poor Genji. It's a human AU; no cyborg Genji or Omnic Zenyatta; Genji still got fucked up by his bro and was with Talon and then came to Zenyatta :)

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Zenyatta looks so peaceful in the water, watching the people splashing all over the pond they had found a few weeks ago. Genji is watching him from the corner of his eyes, trying not to fidget but probably making a pretty poor job of it. Soon enough, Zenyatta’s docile, dark eyes languidly move toward him.

“Are you unwell, my pupil?”

Genji shudders. Zenyatta is much younger than he. Having him talk like this never fails to make him antsy in the best possible ways. Zenyatta’s plump little mouth twitches – he knows exactly what he is doing.

“No… no of course not,” Genji mumbles. Just a few years ago he would have just taken what he wanted without a second thought, but… Zenyatta has changed him considerably. He’s learned to harness his wild impulses and destructive tendencies.

Zenyatta’s little smirk stretches into a smile that’s just full of… benediction. Genji’s insides lurch, and the tips of his fingers prickle with the need to touch him.

His master nods and turns. A good foot behind them is their meager belongings spread out in the grass, two large glasses of iced tea next to each other. Genji watches as Zenyatta braces himself on the ground and pushes himself out to stretch for his glass.

His mouth runs dry as he stares at the expanse of long, slender back, glistening wet. Zenyatta’s swimwear is… tiny. Just shy of a little speedo, clinging to the small, plump cheeks of his ass and slipped down enough to show the very top of his crack.

Heat sizzles through Genji like a wildfire. He can feel something in his head popping loose. Probably the thing that has kept him from making impulse decisions for the longest time now.

He quickly glances around the swimming pond. Zenyatta and he have been coming often enough in the past few days; nobody is really staring at the odd pair anymore (... at Genji’s many, many scars, more like) – so when Zenyatta slides back down into the water after having had a sip of his tea, Genji is there right behind him, boxing him in against the edge of the pond.

Zenyatta pauses when he feels the presence of his pupil against his back, looking at Genji’s hands next to his. They look so much larger and rougher with all their scars; one even missing the pinky finger.

Next to them, Zenyatta seems almost… dainty despite his lanky stature; fingers long and thin and dark skin glistening smoothly.

Genji stares at their contrast just as much, his heart pumping fast and blocking out the sound of people all around them having good Summer time fun in the water.

“Is something the matter, Genji?” Zenyatta asks serenely. He turns his head, but does not try to turn his body. Glancing over his shoulder at Genji, his dark eyes glitter mysteriously. “Is it too much? We can go, if you are done with so many people at once… you have been very patient, my pupil.”

Genji shudders. Leaning down, shielding Zenyatta from view with his broad back, he slides closer in the water until his bulge brushes the plump little ass of his master.

“I’m not done yet,” he growls with a hoarse voice.