October 2077
Geneva, Switzerland
The starry voice ascending spreads,
Awakening, as it waxes thin,
The best in us to him akin;
And every face to watch him raised,
Puts on the light of children praised,
So rich our human pleasure ripes
When sweetness on sincereness pipes,
Though nought be promised from the seas,
But only a soft-ruffling breeze
Sweep glittering on a still content,
Serenity in ravishment.
The white room, blue and orange light filtering in from the gauzy curtains; the space was still, yet vibrated just under the surface. Angela walked ahead of Genji, turning on the lamp on her nightstand. She climbed into her bed, sitting near the center. Gesturing him to come forward, he cautiously approached, sitting in front of her.
"Shall we address the elephant in the room, then?" Angela said playfully, Genji sinking further into the bed. Taking his hand with hers, she stroked it gently, slowly.
"I have an idea of what your concern is, but do voice it to me now."
"As much as I would love to give that part of myself to you," he started, his voice shaking, "Any remnant of my genitalia was destroyed; either by the hands of my brother, or the cybernetic engineers. My hands are no longer smooth, they have these harsh edges… Angela, the last thing I would want to do is harm you."
"There there," she cooed, "Just as I thought. What you say is correct; any biological genitalia was destroyed, despite attempts to reconstruct them when we recovered your body.
The engineers assigned to you cyberization insisted to me that you did not need them anymore, but I firmly disagreed. If we were to release you after your mission, I wanted to give you the best chance at finding happiness, with yourself and potentially with another. I wanted to give you any and all tools to help you in that goal.
Without their knowledge, I created and installed a... feature on your body." She smirked devilishly, reminding herself of her subversion to the organization, "I am surprised you did not encounter this apparatus in all of this time."
"My anger clouded any desire from my mind," Genji responded, highly intrigued.
"You have a seam, right here." Angela moved forward, pointing to a seam in the metal encasement of his crotch. She looked up at him, cautious. "May I touch you here?"
"Of course," he responded, "I trust you."
"If anything feels uncomfortable or wrong, tell me," she said, tracing the seam with her pointer finger. Warmth, a pulse; all a good sign. Relief morphed into an intense curiosity, whether it still worked. It remained untested, her having to keep it a secret while they were based in Geneva.
"There are two modes… a single-user mode," she chuckled, "And with another." Genji gave her a teasing look, stroking her back.
"Two player?"
"... yes, Genji, two player. Or more, goodness we all knew your reputation when you arrived-"
"Reputation?"
"Genji, your love of women was no secret to any of us on the force," Angela responded plainly, "There is no judgment there."
"Very well," he responded, "... how does one… activate it?"
"There are a pair of small pushbuttons on either side of your inner hip," she said carefully, placing her thumb over one of the buttons, the other delicately tracing the seam, "And there is a phrase; once it is said by two parties and the buttons pressed, it will activate. Consider it a feature that is a safeguard, to ensure enthusiastic consent by you and your partners."
"How clever, Dr. Ziegler," he said eagerly, "What is the phrase?" He was beyond eager to see whatever 'feature' she added onto him, that had been masked for nearly ten years. She could feel his entire frame quivering with excitement, and she let out a soft chuckle.
"It is simple to remember." She sat up to full height again, toying at his hip with one hand, finger near one of the buttons. Moving forward, she leaned in close to his ear, he able to feel her steady breath on his neck. Stroking the back of his head with her other hand, she whispered:
"I want you."
Genji shuddered at the words, memories of his youth flooding into his mind. Countless hours whispering sweetnesses in women's ears, becoming entangled in bedsheets and clothes cast aside. But now, there was a maturity, a focus in his desires. He felt his crotch ache, something popping to life inside of him, and he could not keep his focus off her… her scent, her touch, the fact she was still wearing her clothes…
"I want you," he whispered back, pressing on the other button, pulling her waist close with the other hand. Genji felt the seam pull apart, the plating sliding back. An extension of himself came forth where the plating had been closed before. Within the viscera underneath hid what she had been speaking about; black, silicone and metal sheathed with a fiberoptic skin.
"And they told me that designing was not my strong suit," Angela remarked proudly, leaning back to take a look at her creation, "I went off what remained of you, and calling a few former partners to inquire about the more… noteworthy parts. About how it curves ever so slightly upward here, how your girth is widest at the middle, how firm you would become." She smirked, looking back up to him.
"Angela… I… thank you," Genji replied, the form coming from him being so very real and yet he had difficulty believing it to be true, "You did not have to do this."
"At the time, I understood it to be the truth that you would be let out into the world once you dismantled your clan. Even though it was never to be with me, I so very desired you to live a full life as you chose it… even if you never used it, I wanted it to be there, just in case."
"Did you ever think that you would be the first to test it out?" he growled, his confidence soaring back. The fears of hurting her with this fizzled away, and while some concern remained, he felt prepared to try, if nothing else.
"Never," she murmured, before composing herself. "It is pneumatically powered, responding to your desire, just as it had before. The skin over it should give sensations similar to what you experienced before as well…" Now that they were here, the act imminent, she felt a knot of nerves in her stomach. Her eyes flashing in fear, Genji pulled back his enthusiasm, approaching her gently.
"Are you okay?"
"Just nervous," she responded, he cradling her head with his hand, "My previous partners… well, they cared for their own bodies, but not nearly enough for mine." She frowned, resting a hand on his hip, "I would not mind if we went slowly at first."
"Of course," Genji reassured her, embracing her, "I wish for you to be comfortable touching any part of me."
"Likewise," she responded, then running a finger over his hip plates. "Do tell me, Genji Shimada; did you desire this when we first met, when we were both in Overwatch?"
"Yes. I desired you in a way I could not stand," he growled through her touch, teasing her at her hips as well, "I knew better than to push that boundary. I gave Morrison enough trouble, he would have killed me had he discovered I wanted to sleep with his head of Medical Operations."
She laughed, then tracing the lower ridge of his cock with her finger. Feeling him quiver, uttering a low groan, watching her intensely.
"Success," she purred, "Sensitivity good, Genji?"
"What do you think?" he responded, catching his breath, "It has been so long."
"We can make adjustments as needed," she continued. She pulled back, not without giving his cock another caresse, thumb sliding over its head in a circle before release. He stared at her in disbelief; this was actually happening, they both wanted this. It was real. Angela flashed her teeth at him; his body strong, heart racing… it all prickled her skin, every touch was electrified. She was more confident in her own sexuality than he would have assumed… and it turned him on.
"What about you? Did you want me back then?" He tugged softly at the waistband of her cotton shorts; he was able to hold back until she was fully ready, but if he did not yearn for them to come off…
"Of course," she responded, "What a conflict of interest that would be! You were my patient first and foremost, and I was sure never to forget that."
"I admire your commitment to your duty, Angela." They both paused, unsure of where to start next. His genitalia taken care of, ready for action… it left her. She realized this, giving Genji a look of embarrassment and… shame.
"I am not the young woman you flirted with some time ago-"
"You are beautiful, as you are now as you were then," Genji insisted, "I desire the woman in front of me, how she is right in this moment."
"Very well," she responded skeptically, "My confidence in myself has diminished with my age." She pulled her tank top over her head, catching over her white ponytail, revealing her form underneath. Genji's gaze lingered over her body, ending at her eyes. She pressed her arms over her breasts, as if to hide them. He gave her a gentle, reassuring look, a soft grin.
"How are you feeling?"
"... embarrassed."
"Could you please tell me why you feel embarrassed?"
"... I do not wish to disappoint you."
"There is no way you could disappoint me," he cooed, tenderly stroking her shoulder, "If you do not desire for me to see, I will respect your wishes." He was sincere in his words, she knew this. But she did want him to see, to let him know that she trusted him completely… trust him not to laugh at her body.
She dropped her arms, straightening her back. White-blonde wisps of hair framed her face, tickling her jawline, curving into a toothy smile. He smiled back at her, squeezing her shoulder.
"You are stunning, Angela," he gasped, sliding his hand gingerly down to her side, "... may I?" He gestured with his eyes towards her breasts, giving her side a soft squeeze.
"Of course, we should get more comfortable." Angela slid down onto her back, taking in a deep breath, keeping her legs touching each other. Genji sidled to her side, leaning over her. His fingers danced over her stomach, down around her hipbones, swinging back up to her sternum. Taking a pause, he craned his head up to face hers:
"How do you like to be touched here?"
"I enjoy just about anything, provided it is gentle," she murmured. As she spoke, he cupped one of her breasts with one hand, running his thumb over her nipple. She let out a pant, shutting her eyes, reaching down to stroke his hair. He took it into his mouth, kissing its crest, tenderly nipping at its tip. He moved on to the other, treating it to the same. Angela lazily toyed with his hair, running her nails through his scalp. Her body drooped, muscles going limp; she had not felt so relaxed and safe around another human in what seemed like ages.
He trailed quick, air-light kisses up her chest, around her collarbone, snaking up her neck and jaw. He was face to face with her, giving her a lazy smile.
"We now have my top half taken care of," she teased, stretched her legs out underneath him. Her gaze grew more urgent, pleading. Kissing her forehead, Genji paused.
"Is this what you want?" His hand ventured down her stomach, to her waistband. He tugged on it, harder than before, moving a leg between hers to part them.
"Yes," she responded, tracing the scars on his cheek. He nodded, then sit back. Ever so slowly, he pulled her shorts off from his hips, past the fullness of her thighs, carefully placing them aside on the bed. Just a set of black cotton briefs remained. Genji smiled; the simplicity of her everyday attire amused him, for someone with a life as complex as hers. He could see wisps of pubic hair sticking out from the edges… suddenly, he felt… hungry for her.
Swiftly pushing her left leg to the side, her hips opened to him. A devilish smile flashed on his face as he grazed the skin of her inner thigh with a finger.
"Where to go next…" he purred, making circles ever closer to her outer labia, through her underwear. She stared at him, wild-eyed, breath ragged.
"This is no time to tease me," she whined. Genji nodded, pressing two fingers at her entrance. Even through the cotton, the pressure sent a wave of heat through her core. She pressed her hips against his hand, wanting more.
"You are right," Genji growled, in a swift motion pulling her panties off to the side, revealing what lay underneath, "Tell me if this is going to quickly for you."
He looked her over, becoming more and more aroused. Pink-purple labia surrounded by soft curls of white hair, all flushed red. He stroked her outer lips with his fingers, feeling her shudder under his touch. Encouraged by her response, he spread her open. Feeling her entrance, slick and throbbing, her clit hard and exposed. The hunger for her he felt is his heart swelled, and he felt a little dizzy from it all.
"I did not expect you to be so… ready," he remarked, circling her clit with his thumb, "What would you like to do next, Angela?"
"I am ready for you," she panted, squirming with his motions, "Please."
"Please what?"
"I want you inside of me, Genji," she growled with an intensity he had not seen from her before. She knew exactly what she wanted… he felt his spine tingle, every point of contact light up at her demand.
"Who am I to deny you, Angela?" he said back, mirroring her tone. Pulling her panties off, there was nothing left breaking their contact. Moving to the space between her thighs, Genji felt his cock throb. It was funny, how quickly the old instincts came back to guide him. This same position reflected so frequently in his past, but this time was different… As he leaned over her, he could sense a palpable urgency between them. They had been waiting for nearly ten years for this moment, and it carried a weight and importance he was not familiar with.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes." She pulled him closer to her, hands running over the carbon-fiber muscles in his shoulders, stroking the side of his face. Her expression was passionate, encouraging. She yearned for him, and wanted to make it crystal-clear that they were both controlling how this went.
"Are you?"
"With every fiber of my being," he whispered. Pressing his lips against hers, he held himself up with one arm, the other guiding himself below. He teased at her entrance, stroking her outer labia with his head, pushing forward little bit at a time with every stroke. She was dripping wet, her secretions lubricating him sufficiently. Pulling back from the kiss, he gingerly pushed forward, feeling her spread open, welcoming him inside.
A familiar pop, then release.
Arching her back to meet his torso, Angela cried out. The familiarity of being penetrated, with the intensity of his presence… it all was heightened, electrified. Pulling his head down to hers, she kissed him, pulling at his lips. He returned her kiss, but unsure whether to begin moving. She quivered and pulsed over his cock, investigating this new partner. He felt her clamp down, then release, repeating over and over, the sensations he felt were so familiar.
"You can move," she said encouragingly to him through ragged breath.
"You did a fantastic job, my dear," he purred, sliding out of her, leaving his head inside, "Feels better than the original." He slowly drove himself back inside, relishing in her squirming underneath him, letting out soft pants and whimpers.
"I wanted that for you," she whined, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, the other draped over her head on the pillow. He continued these gentle thrusts, becoming acquainted with his new partner. As he pushed deeper and deeper, her whines turned to peaked moans.
"You like it deep?" he rumbled into her ear, pushing her leg up, draping over his shoulder.
"You listen to my body so well, Genji," Angela responded, her words punctuated by grunts, "I do, but only for a little while. My body tires ou-".
Her toes curled as he dug into her deeper, nestling his head into her neck. Pressing his fingers into the small of her back, he increased his speed. Eyes widening, hands gripping onto the sheets underneath her for dear life, Angela, threw her head back and cried out. Genji growled back in response;
"I never knew you had such a lovely singing voice, my dear."
He reached up, taking the hand over her head and holding it tight.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, I feel safe."
His thrusts quickened in intensity, dragging his cock against her back wall to increase the friction between the two.
"Is this what you want?" A pause.
"Yes." He pulled out slowly, agonizingly slow.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, please…" Continued again.
Angela's cries morphed together into a single scream, her body clenching down, convulsing in synch with his motions. As she felt her body tighten to its limit, she grabbed at his topknot, maneuvering his head so that she could look into his eyes. Feral, yet still with tenderness and complete trust.
Shut eyes.
A release.
Waves of warm crashing in quick succession.
A moment of calm, she could still feel her insides contracting.
Just as she was about to sink into the warm glow, he began to thrust again in coordination with her body's pulse. Her eyes opened wide again to his confident grin. She panted quickly, trying to catch enough air in her lungs, feeling the pressure in her core radiate outwards. Digging her nails into his shoulder's fibre musculature, she
He kept her orgasm going, chaining together each contraction, extending it out further and further. After a little while, Angela felt her body begin to slow down, demanding that she rest. She held her free hand up in the air, sucking in air, eyes half shut.
"Hold on…" she whined shakily, body finally coming down, sinking into the warmth. Like water, everything hollow and dulled, but peaceful. Bliss.
"Of course," Genji responded tenderly, slowly down his thrusts, melding into another, up he was sheathed inside her without motion. He gingerly set her leg down onto the bed, propping his body up as he laid over top of her. Her breasts pressed against his chestplate, but through the metal he could still feel her heartbeat. Fluttering, fast, effortless.
His entrancement was cut short by a single sob. Shaking himself back into reality, he found Angela to be holding him tightly against her chest, tears streaking down her cheeks to his chest.
"DId I injure you?" he asked with deep concern, stroking her disheveled hair with his hands, "I am so sorry-"
"You did me no such harm, Genji," she said in a single breath, "This is a release, of everything. Thank you…"
"Thank you, Angela," he replied in relief, his fears of harming her quelled, "Let it all out, it is okay." He himself sensed his body slowly letting go, of hangups and regrets, anything holding him back. They were both here, in the present moment, together on the same plane of existing.
"How was this, for you?"
"Superb, little Sparrow," she murmured, sniffling into his collarbone, "And you?"
"Exquisite, little Dove," he grumbled drowsily. A pause, she grew quiet and still.
"Genji."
"Yes, Angela?"
"... this will not be the last time we do this, correct?"
"Of course not. I am yours until you cast me away."
"... thank you." She tightened her grip on him, feeling herself drift off closer and closer to sleep.
"... I love you, Angela." He kissed her forehead, her eyelids fluttering shut.
"I love you, Genji." A single kiss on his neck, then stillness.