Prisoner of Peace
An Overwatch Fan Fiction
By Mooncatx aka Bliss Crimson
The sequel to Prisoner of War
Chapter 4
Olivia Colomar - Sombra
Gabriel Reyes - Reaper
Interlude One
Sombra's eyes never left her view screens as her hands cupped popcorn from the big plastic bowl besides her and shoved it into her mouth.
"Dios mío, Araña. Salva un caballo, monta un vaquero!" the hacker muttered under her breath, chewing the buttery snack automatically but not really tasting the salty popcorn goodness, too enraptured by her captured security feed.
"Have you located her yet?!" Gabriel Reyes growled as he half stalked, half glided into the room, still outfitted in his field Reaper gear.
"Si." Sombra answered around another fistful of popcorn.
"Is she dead or alive?" Reyes demanded, heading over.
"Oh, I'd say alive." Sombra spoke around her popcorn. "Very much alive."
On her vid screen, Jesse McCree had gotten the black velvet and lace shirt off of Widowmaker, leaving her bare ass naked save for a sexy pair of black, thigh high boots, and her long, loose hair which had escaped from the makeshift bun it had been poorly contained by.
"Oh for the love…!" Reyes eyes fixed on the action on her main video feed, projected only a few feet beyond her head. He wasn't looking at the faces, and it didn't dawn on him just who the latina hacker was spying on. Just what they were obviously doing. Sombra had tweaked the filters on her incoming feed to get the best quality definition, SHR. Super Hi Rez. "Are you watching PORN right now? You are supposed to be finding out where Widowmaker disappeared to! It's been over 48 hours since we were supposed to rendez-vous in Morroco. Talon HQ is looking to have us check in, ALL of us, in another 24!"
Sombra split the audio into the rooms existing speakers, and the sound of rough vigorous sex filled their hotel room, reverberating through the walls. What was clearly Widowmaker's voice crying out in her distinctive French, words Sombra had never thought to hear her say. Filthy, filthy, delicious words dripping with sex and violence, just like the actions taking place on screen.
Reaper went still as a statue, only his face mask keeping his expression from showing the pure shock that rocked through him. Widowmaker wasn't dead or locked up in some Overwatch cell as they'd suspected. She was instead having her brains hammered out by his former BlackWatch team mate. Jesse McCree's hard driving thrusts were nearly manic, their violence encouraged by LaCroix's throaty cries of pleasure as he buried himself in her relentlessly. Reyes now registered the familiar blue violet of her very naked skin, her trademark tattoos, and watched Jesse violently fuck her as if the world were about to end.
He focused on Widowmaker's face, the fine boned aristocratic face that he'd actually been worried about since seeing the uploaded videos on the AllVu network. Video that showed her being struck down and then taken by the same Overwatch team they'd fought against only hours earlier. Overwatch containment protocol had probably changed since he led BlackWatch, but he didn't think it had changed this much.
Reyes watch Jesse take his sometimes partner and team mate with a feeling he couldn't describe. They'd only ever been professional, platonic, co-workers. He'd never really even thought of her as a woman before. The supple bounce of her bared breasts and her now wordless noise made her femaleness blatantly clear.
Without tearing her eyes from the visuals, Sombra held the popcorn bowl out and shook it, "Want some?"
"The fuck! Sombra!" Gabriel finally managed, grabbing the popcorn bowl away from her.
"Yes. I think that is what they are doing." Sombra said around her popcorn, wishing she had thought to get a soda as well before her last hacking session.
"Are you recording this?!" He asked exasperated. Still too shocked to comment beyond that.
"You bet your sweet boop I am." Sombra's laughter made her accidently swallow a popcorn the wrong way, and she spent a moment trying not to choke, coughing violently. Before finally gasping, "Don't worry, I'll make you copies. Damn, I'm going to rewatch this over and over. It's so much better than professionals going at it. You can tell he's really drilling her hard. Don't you just love all the noise she makes? Who knew the spider bitch could moan like that? So hot!"
Reyes face palmed his skull mask. This is what he had to work with. At least Widowmaker had been work place professional in her interactions. Well. Had been. How the hell was he supposed to react to this?
End Interlude One