Being outside was supposed to clear his head.
Despite the chill of the wind, the crisp air in his lungs, and the fading sunlight warming his face(his face plate lay on the ground near his right hip); he could not find peace. No matter how long he sat, no matter how hard he tried to clear his mind, peace did not come.
He could never find it, not during this time of the year.
His base instincts were roiling under his flesh like maggots. Incessant and impossible to ignore; the need to fuck, breed and claim taking precedence over all other thoughts. The instinctive loop of needs circling back to thoughts and images of his mate and where he was right now.
Somewhere in the temple; alone, unguarded, waiting.
But, he could not go to him.
The three days of his rut were torture for both his mind and body. He could not seek Zenyatta because he could not be satisfied in the way he wanted. His body only craved, getting worse and worse and he felt guilty to project that frustration on his beloved mate.
He had made this decision, for the both of them.
It didn't stop his body from wanting, and it physically started to hurt being away from Zenyatta. Knowing he was somewhere alone, all his instincts wanted him to go to him, to be sure he was safe, to fuck him until this pain inside of him was gone.
Zenyatta was strong and could take care of himself; probably even stronger than he was.
But, logic couldn't always punch through the panic of instincts and he knew sitting outside just wasn't going to happen for much longer. Not when things were ramping up and he couldn't clear his mind.
With great reluctance he got up from his sitting position and replaced his face plate. The snow crunched beneath his feet, the fading sunlight casting everything in a bright orange glow. He couldn't go to Zenyatta, and knew his lonely den was the only thing waiting for him, three days to burn out his fever before he could reunite with the monk who had stolen his heart.
Eventually he made it back to the monastery, the monks he ran into he only offered a nod. Not in the mood for pleasantries.
Once he entered the temple he smelled it.
At first he didn't know what it was, but the scent melted through his filters and laid heavy on his tongue. Not incense, or candles, or even pine burning.
This was something his primal brain began to recognize, something he hadn't smelled first hand since his youth. He hesitated in the hallway, head tilted up and scenting the air like an animal as the warmth of it washed over him.
Omega in heat.
But it was wrong to want it; his logical brain catching up to his animal needs.
Zenyatta was his mate. Surely the temple had just sheltered in a stray. But he couldn't help but follow the smell. Walking down the hallway, trying to follow the path which was leading closer and closer to Zenyatta's room.
It seemed fitting his teacher would be the one to harbor the person in need. Like he had done for himself years ago. Here he hesitated, fighting with his want to at least look at the omega, satisfy some part of him.
Gently, he tapped on the door, "Master, can I enter?" He asked, his voice more rough than intended, deeper even with the modulator in his face plate.
"Yes you may Genji." Came the reply, and though Zenyatta's voice was nothing but solid, something made him feel as if it were off somehow.
Genji opened the door enough to slip himself inside, and here the scent was strongest. Warm and thick like honey, grateful his faceplate was in place to hide the obvious flush to his scarred skin and the darkness to his eyes.
But where he expected to find Zenyatta and some unknown person, the room only housed his mate.
His head still foggy, he couldn't help but look from one part of the sparsely furnished room to the other. Zenyatta was sitting still in the center of his meditation rug, his head tilted towards him and the ambient blue lights on his forehead solid in the gloom of the room. Candles were burning on the low dressers and the small table.
The room smelled so much like heat, like sex, that he still couldn't link the scents to his teacher.
"Is something the matter?" Zenyatta asked neutrally.
"Just," Cautiously, he removed his face plate, setting it down before he kneeled near Zenyatta. His brows were furrowed as he stared at his teacher, knowing that soon he'd need to leave, but he still wanted to understand where the smell had come from. "Did someone come in here? Pass in our temple?"
"Why do you ask?"
Genji couldn't help but growl; his patience much thinner in rut. His mate didn't react to it, stayed as steadfast as before and it made him grit out a response, "It smells in here. Why?"
"What does it smell like?" The small inflection to the question was almost taunting, playful.
His nostrils flared as he huffed, eyeing his teacher as if he were hiding this unknown person under him like a chicken would an egg. "Zenyatta." He spoke carefully, "It smells like heat."
"Does it?" He said in that same playful tone before he decided to add, "Where is it coming from?"
Genji squinted at his mate with suspicious eyes before he glanced around the room and lifted his chin to take in great breaths from the air like a dog. The entire space smelled like heat, he couldn't follow any singular trail. Thick and cloying, just everywhere, and it wasn't like there was anywhere in the room to hide anyone.
Maybe someone had just passed through? Maybe the room just needed to be aired out?
But Genji selfishly didn't want it to be, he wanted to inhale this heat smell and roll himself in it. A luxury of something he couldn't have, since the person he had chose to be with was a robot, a beta for all extent and purposes. He had made peace with that, had settled on this arrangement of theirs, and until he had smelled the heat now-
He hadn't entirely let himself fantasize about what he was missing. From being with a true omega and all the fixings that came with that.
Barely aware his mouth was slightly open and he kept scenting the air, feeling the warmth pool in his guts and his rut take a hold of him more securely. "Everywhere." He finally answered, his voice a low almost purring growl.
Zenyatta shifted on his mat, affected by his mate's deep rolling voice. "Your nose is better than that." He chided softly.
Genji decided to indulge Zenyatta, pacing around the space and circling here and there. He tried to follow the trails but there was just so much of it everywhere it felt more like a cloud than any real paths.
His fingers touched over the top of the dresser, bent low to the table in the center of the room as he walked here and there. The further he got from Zenyatta, he noticed the smell wasn't as rich. So, finally, he could understand a source, or at least the main concentration.
Just a few more circles of the space and he was finally convinced that yes, the smell was strongest coming from Zenyatta. Which had Genji finally kneeling back in front of him, close, sharing the same threadbare carpet in the center of the room. His hands were on his knees, his legs under him, but his body pitched forward towards the monk.
"Well?" Zenyatta prompted, his head still tilted in that curious way.
"It is strongest around you." He said, his brown eyes almost black with lust, could almost see his own reflection in the shiny chrome of his mate's faceplate. "But that is impossible."
"Nothing is impossible, Genji." He said with that same playful tone, leaning in just a little, this time openly displaying his throat.
It was such a submissive, animal display that Genji for a moment didn't even know what to do with it. But here he could smell it better, like a dose of heat smell had just been thrown at him. His mate's throat exposed, letting him see the delicate wires that twined just under the thick metal of his spine. The concentration of the wires buttoned up by nodes, a shiny pin on either side of his neck.
Zenyatta had many nodes in his body, usually at joints or other points of intersecting wire, cable and metal.
"I don't understand." Genji finally managed to say, his mouth wet, almost salivating at the idea of biting into those wires, in smelling more of this heat scent, of finally having a true rut with the person he had chosen to spend his forever with. He was growing restless with the need to sate himself, but he couldn't bring himself to leave, to handle things alone like he had been used to doing.
Too caught up in the bizarre to let the hope and possibility go just yet.
"I may have went to great lengths to spend your rut with you." Zenyatta finally said, still displaying his neck for his alpha, who was showing immense restraint given the situation he was in. He selfishly wanted Genji to lose control, to really feel what it was like. To erase the memories from before, of frustration and impotent rage. Of leaving Genji unfulfilled, which had led to these separations in the first place. "I wanted to give you what you needed."
"What did you do?" Genji asked after a moment, his gaze hyper focused, his hands restless in his lap.
"I merely procured omega heat scent. I put the artificial smell in my nodes. I also bought heat slick." He let that sink in a moment, knowing exactly where Genji's mind would go. If he could smile he would have, when he saw his alpha's eyes flick downward, staring at the fabric over his crotch. "I may have also downloaded certain scenarios. To make this as realistic as possible for you."
"You," Genji's eyes snapped back up, "You downloaded porn?"
Zenyatta's voice rattled with a laugh, "Something like that, yes."
"Zenyatta-"
"Genji," He cut him off before he could continue, "While I appreciate your restraint and patience. Marvel at it, really. I actually had hoped for you to lose your mind over me. Isn't that how it is in movies?"
It was Genji's turn to chuckle, offering a wolfish grin that showed off his sharp alpha teeth. "Is that how you want me? Wild over you?" He taunted, pitching forward just a little more.
"Yes." He said plainly.