PoVs/Protagonists/Couples:
Hanzo (character belongs to Blizzard) x Ýri (OC)
Genji (character belongs to Blizzard) x Shizuka (OC)

WARNING:
This story will be a very long one, full of dialogs, drama and violence as well as grammar mistakes because none of the authors is a native English speaker. Some parts are for mature audiences only.

This chapter contains adult content. So for those of you not here for that kind of content, you can skip this one without a problem.

Chapter 43: Over the edge

Hanzo had never been a fan of weddings. Especially not the ones held at Hanamura, which rather reminded him of a horse trade auction, where a breeding mare was sold to the highest bidder. But this one was different. The whole Overwatch squad was happy, the Nepalese monks acting like a curious bunch of Asian tourists where happy, his brother and now sister-in-law were happy and everyone was just happy and smiling and …

It was annoying.

Especially when he had to watch Ýri in that dress the whole time with no appropriate way to get it off her. Hanzo already knew he wouldn't be able to stand that sight until the evening. They would have to leave preferable before the cake. Dammit, why would he even need a wedding cake, if he had something far better to feast on?!

He tried to distract himself by watching Ýri's poor attempts at dancing. Reinhardt was just no fitting partner for that. None of the others were. They simply didn't know her movements and hence did not know how to guide her.

»It hurts just watching you, you know that?«, Hanzo chuckled and Ýri stuck out her tongue at him. »No offence, Reinhardt, but I better handle that.«

The tall knight chuckled and handed her over. For some reason Ýri seemed rather shy, when he pulled her closer. »What's the matter?«, Hanzo asked.

»Nothing«, she told him. »I am just bad at this and I know it. Don't want to disappoint you though.«

»You won't«, he replied with a rather hoarse voice. »They just don't know how to lead you.«

He took her hand and pulled her close against him, before starting to guide her over the floor.

»Where in Odin's name did you learn that?«, she asked surprised.

»Well, must have been in the schedule for my upper class upbringing«, he replied.

»So Yakuza scions learn the art of ballroom dancing?«, she wanted to know. »Sounds fancy.«

Hanzo answered with a short chuckle. »It is a way to blend in, when you are about to assassinate someone during a public event.«

She rose an eyebrow. »What kind of public event could that be? A fancy medieval dress party?«

Hanzo shrugged. »I just like to be prepared.«

A small and rather surprised smile appeared on her lips. »Well, I have to admit, it is not so difficult with you leading … «

»See? It just takes a skilled teacher«, Hanzo smirked.

»Is that so?«, there was a mischievous gleam in her eyes. »Good thing, I am not wearing any underwear then. Will save us some time later.«

»Wait, what?!« Hanzo choked on air and missed the next few steps, what made her giggle.

»D-didn't you put it back on after we … ?«, he stammered.

»No«, she smirked and pressed against him. »Didn't you notice?«

Now Hanzo turned beet-red and he could feel the blood flushing his cheeks … and – most unfortunately – something deeper down. »Is that true?«, he hoarsely whispered.

»Why don't you feel for yourself?«, she boldly asked.

Hanzo eagerly moved his hand deeper down, rested it on her bottom and forced her against his growing boner.

She gasped against his neck at that and he could not resist to let his head sink a little to bite her exposed shoulder. She stifled a surprised moan, but Hanzo had already forgotten about their dance and bit down harder at that.

»Let's just go«, she breathlessly whispered.

»Finally«, Hanzo sighed relieved. He took her hand and guided her away from the party. »I am waiting for this since the ceremony started.«

»Seriously?«, she looked a little startled. »Just a few moments before the wedding we-«

»Yes«, Hanzo confirmed. »And it was amazing. But now I want more«, he growled dangerously.

In a corner out of the others' eyes she just shoved him against a wall and started to kiss him roughly. A strained groan escaped him and it needed a very strong will on his part to focus on guiding her back to their quarters instead of just ripping her dress and ravishing her against said wall in the middle of the day in a busy Overwatch base.

»Oh, thank goodness«, he growled with their door in sight. He used a foot to push it open and when he had it closed again, his hands were already in position to just tear the fabric apart.

She bit his lips and he groaned again looking back confused. »What was that for?«

»I like this dress«, she glared. »Rip it and you will get a blue eye.«

»I am willing to risk it«, he answered with a deep growl and let her guide him to their bedroom.

A surprised huff escaped him, when she suddenly pushed him down on the bed and sat on him.

»Do you trust me?«, she whispered.

»Of course«, he replied rather confused and watched her loosening the silken belt of her dress.

Again she distracted him with a rough kiss, still he noticed her placing his hands over his head carefully tying his wrists together and to the bedpost.

»What are you-?«, he wanted to ask, but the question got lost, when she started to kiss along his throat while opening his shirt.

Hanzo cursed her. Silent at first, louder when he tugged at his restraints and felt her lips wandering over his chest, down his stomach until she bit the side of his hip.

»You-«, Hanzo growled and reared up against her.

She gave no answer, but chuckled and one of her hands reached deeper.

»Dammit, woman!«, he roared, when she seized his cock in a tight grip while kissing along the dragon mark on his chest. Hanzo hissed and cursed her the whole time, but did not want her to stop either. The sensation of her firm hand massaging him hard and her soft warm lips and tongue on his mark almost immediately send him over the edge. It was unlike anything he experienced with her before.

Hanzo did not know how much longer he would be able to stand it, when she was shoving back his shirt even more to explore his upper arm.

»Ýri … Careful … If you don't stop … «, he tried to warn her, but she did not seem to listen.

»Not this time«, she whispered more determined, before she bit his mark.

»Ýri!«, he released a feral roar, but she only moved her hand faster up and down his erection and her kisses got rougher.

That was it. Hanzo couldn't bare it any longer and he could feel the silken fabric ripping under his force. He seized her by her hips and threw her over, immediately settling between her legs and pressing her into the mattress without a second thought. Just as impatient, she pulled up her dress a little to grant him the necessary space and he entered her with one smooth and forceful thrust. Relieved sighs escaped them both at that and Hanzo instantly started to move. In and out, just to ram himself into her again.

Stronger, faster, harder.

He was beyond any reasoning and thoughts, only trying to still the lust which was burning inside him like an uncontrollable inferno. Underneath him Ýri cried from pleasure and dug her nails into his ass, feverishly moving against his brutal thrusts and encouraging him even more. As the already unbearable burning tension inside him reached its peak his lips found the little blue scaled mark he once caused her and he bit down on it.

Now she cursed him. But he just turned her around to hit her even deeper from behind. Again he increased his pace and thrusted harder to her louder moans until he suddenly felt her tightening around him and groaning into the pillow. Her hot wetness wringed every last drop out of him and he crashed on top of her, barely able to breathe.

Hanzo couldn't say how much time had passed but he had obviously fallen asleep for it looked like Ýri had been gone for a while and now returned with some cake.

»There you go«, she handed him some before smirking at him. »You look like you could need it.«

Hanzo felt himself blushing. »W-what are you implying?«

She giggled. »You seemed so exhausted earlier, I was already worried.«

»I am perfectly fine«, Hanzo glared back – trying to ignore the delicious looking cake slice.

»Are you sure?«, she asked with a rather seductive grin, skillfully balancing the plate while dropping her dress.

»Y-yes … «, Hanzo told her, unable not to stare.

She sat down against him happily munching on her piece of the cake. Hanzo pulled her close against him while she started to share a little with him.

He fell back into the sheets with a content sigh after their meal and pulled her back on him. It was somehow calming and reassuring to feel her warm soft skin against his. Nevertheless she seemed a little thoughtful all of a sudden.

»What is the matter?«, Hanzo asked concerned and gently stroked a few strands of her golden hair out of her face when she rose her head to look at him.

»I love you, Hanzo.« Her voice was silent, but confident.

Hanzo couldn't do anything but stare at her. How can that be? She of all women? He did not deserve it. He did not deserve her love at all. He had done nothing to earn it. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He could just stare and admire her bright emeralds looking so lovingly at him, that his heart ached. Terribly.

He wanted to tell her, that she means the world to him. That he would never want to live without her again, that he didn't even want to sleep without her in his arms ever again. But he did not know how. The words just did not want to come over his lips.

He managed a soft smile at last and placed a soft kiss onto her forehead, before pulling her closer and keeping a tight hold around her.

What a strange day, he thought still stroking her back even if her breath told him she had fallen asleep. Something is different about her though. I can sense it. He could. And his spirits did as well. One of them had turned into a wolf again and settled right beside her while the other – still in dragon form – curled up on top of her.

Something was changing and it worried him.

Genji fell into the spacious bed with his wife in his arms, still laughing. »That was fun. And the bed is making promising noises«, he purred.

Shizuka laughed. »You're an idiot«, she said mit with a loving undertone.

He chuckled and kissed her swiftly. »I was just giving the audience what they wanted to hear«, he said and added, »A squeaking mattress.«

That caused his newly wed wife to go pale. »Audience?«, she asked with dread. He smiled fondly. She could be blunt if they were in private, but in public she was still such a prude. It was absolutely adorable.

He stroked through her hair to calm her again. »I bet you anything that Lena was somewhere nearby waiting to hear if we would comply with that part of the tradition as well«, he smirked, »as if I would need any encouragement for that.«

She rolled her eyes at him, now at ease again. »Don't I know that.«

In response he kissed her again. She leaned her forehead against his and for a moment they just basked in each other's presence.

»We're really married now. Husband and wife.«

He smiled. »Can you believe it? Who thought it would turn out like this?«

She placed her arms around his shoulders. »Maybe when you act like a responsible husband, I will«, she teased.

He chuckled. »I will try my best, promise.«

She returned his smile. »I will hold you to that.«

They shared a few more kisses and his hands slowly begun to wander down her back. After a whole day of waiting, he was more than ready to strip her out of that kimono and fulfill his first duty as her husband.

Until she suddenly stopped him. Confused he looked up into her face, which was turned away from him and hidden behind her hair. Immediately worry overcame him.

»What's wrong, my love?«, he asked softly.

She kept silent for an eternity. »Well … now that we are married … I … I wanted to ask … «, she stuttered.

»You can ask anything«, he assured her and gently stroked a few strands out of her face.

»Would you … would you be willing to bond with me?«, she asked shyly. Her blue eyes were shining in the soft candle light.

»To what? What do you mean?«, he asked.

Realization lit up her eyes. »Your mother never told you, didn't she? Of course not … It's one of my clan's many well kept secrets.«

That made him sit up straighter and adjust her position atop his lap so he could properly look at her and still hold her comfortably.

»Is this another one of your clans traditions?«, he dared to ask to which she nodded.

»The night of a marriage ceremony, Hikari bound their spirits together. Only then is the marriage completed in the eyes of the clan«, she told him softly.

He hesitated. »But I am no Hikari.« He had no idea how it would even work with someone not having the unique genetics of her clan.

Shizuka smiled. »But you do have a spirit«, she said and stroked over the beginnings of his mark on his shoulder blades. He groaned softly at the sensations her touch evoked.

»But that's not the same, is it?«, he managed to ask while distracted by the feel of her fingers running over the colorful skin.

»Not entirely, no«, she admitted, »You have a locked spirit form which I don't. But the essence of both our spirits is the same.«

He looked just as clueless as before. She noticed and elaborated.

»You have enough of a spirit to endure and maintain a Hikari bond without going mad or getting exhausted by it.«

»Why is this bond so important?«

She smiled nervously. »Hikari were a strong knitted community. A bond with a family member or our loved one enabled us to communicate using thoughts and emotions. It's how we usually expressed ourselves. Picture it as a transfer of data over the internet.«

He still did not understand fully, but he could feel how much it would mean to her, if he agreed. So he did.

He brought their foreheads together again and whispered softly: »Alright.«

She stared at him, surprised at his easy agreement. »R-Really?«

»Sure. Let's do it. I don't mind feeling you even closer than now.«

The blinding smile she shot him was worth it. Just seeing her so happy eased any doubts he might have had about this dubious bond.

She leaned forward and they kissed long and deeply. Genji put his arms back around her and pressed her closer.

When they finally parted for air again both of them were flushed but smiling.

In the next moment he switched their positions around with a devious smirk that only grew when he saw the surprised expression on her face.

»Am I really not allowed to rip the kimono?«, he asked.

Now she looked up at him with an all too familiar annoyed expression.

»No.«

He pouted. To which she rolled her eyes and then pulled him down to her.

»As long as the kimono stays undamaged, you can do whatever you want.«

The smirk came back. »Now that sounds promising«, he purred in her ear, relishing in the shiver he could feel that the words caused her.

She whispered back. »Then what are you waiting for, my dragon?«

And that was all the invitation he needed.

Until he stopped and stared at the kimono. »I don't want to ruin it accidentally«, he sheepishly admitted.

Shizuka sat up. »How about I do it for you?«

Without further preamble she stripped right in front of her husband, who enjoyed the impromptu show immensely.

»Now all that is missing is some good quality sake«, he spoke up.

»Maybe next time«, she responded.

»Oh there definitely will be a next time. Seeing you stripping like that was exquisite«, he purred.

And just like that a bright flush adorned her cheeks as she stopped what she was doing and became shy again. It still amazed him how quick she could switch between seductress and shy virgin. He would be lying if he said it wouldn't turn him on even more.

Now she was standing before him in only her underwear and he was already hard from that short show alone.

»Why did you stop?«, he asked, »You're not done yet, my dear. I can still see some fabric left.«

She blushed harder, but her hands went down her body as she removed the last of her wedding attire and let down her hair completely so it framed her like a white veil.

Beautiful. That is what she was. Genji purred loudly in his approval.

»Better?«, she asked.

He beckoned her to come closer. »Much better.«

She did so. Unbelievingly slow. So, when she was finally within his arms reach, he grabbed her and brought her right back into the position they were before.

»Now that is even better«, he purred. But as he leaned down to kiss her the little priestess had the gull to dodge him.

»Hey!«, he growled.

Now it was her turn to smirk. »What? I thought a dragon like you would enjoy the hunt.«

He growled louder. »I have been hunting you all day and forced to wait. I am done waiting«, he said and pulled her naked body flush against his.

She gasped at the move than chuckled. »My, someone is getting impatient.«

»Oh yes. And I am not the only one«, he said and watched his dragon coming to life and look down at her over his shoulder.

She tilted her head. »What's wrong with him?«

Both of them growled. Then his dragon proceeded to wander over to her and press against her shoulders and neck.

She gasped again. »H-hey!«, came the weak protest.

With a lazy smirk Genji leaned back a little to command his dragon and enjoy the next show.

His wife shot him a weak glare. »He is doing this on your orders, isn't he?«

»Not at all«, he taunted, but they both knew it was a lie.

She wanted to protest further but his dragon had found one of her sensitive spots and she broke off with a moan. Genji loved hearing the sound and guided his dragon further to go over her shoulders, her back and deeper down.

He loved seeing her like this, leaning into it and clinging to the bed sheets to be able to endure it.

»Go deeper« came his low order.

»Don't you-«, she broke off again with a groan. He grinned.

Silently he ordered him to tease her clit and relished in the sounds of pleasure that spilled from her mouth.

»D-Dammit … Since when is he listening to you … so well?«, she managed to ask in a breathless voice.

»In this matter we agree completely«, he answered nonchalantly.

Her respond got swallowed up by more moans and voiceless curses.

He let his companion have his fun with her for a while longer, loving how he could make her come almost undone without even touching her directly. Almost bringing her over several times but denying her the sweet release every single time.

Finally, she got a few choice words out on that. »Are you going … to let your dragon … do all the work?«, she asked, panting.

He purred. »Oh, I will do my duty as your husband. Don't you worry.«

With that he finally commanded his dragon to release her, which he did so reluctantly. Both enjoyed teasing her like this every chance they got.

Genji leaned over her again and she willingly spread her legs further. He feasted on the sight for a few moments more then began to slowly stroke up her legs.

She growled weakly. »Quit teasing already.«

He smirked. »Is that a command of my wife?«

She just threw her head back onto the pillow in surrender. »Just do something!«

So he did. By removing his own kimono. Excruciatingly slowly.

»Seriously?!«, she demanded.

»What? I couldn't hear you.«, he sing-songed.

»Hurry up«, she pleaded.

»Still not loud enough«, he teased.

Impatiently she bucked her hips against him. »Argh! Just do it! Please!«

»Yes? What?«

»Genji!«, she moaned, »Please!«

Finally, his own patience run out and he settled back between her legs. Teasingly he thrusted against her, to which she replied with throwing her legs around his hips and pressing their bodies together as close as she could.

He hissed sharply in response and stopped his movements. That elicited a whine from her. Instead of continuing he started biting along her throat and neck.

She moaned again and he felt her spirit reach out for his. He eagerly welcomed her.

Finally, he gave her what she wanted and entered her wet heat with a strong sure thrust. Her sprit flared up, causing him to let out a soft gasp.

Painfully slowly he began thrusting harder into her, relishing in the feeling of their intertwined spirits. He had often felt her spirit when they made love. But never this intense, this close. It felt magnificent.

He kept his pace slow, enjoying every push to the fullest.

To his shock he could feel a second pleasure joining his own, resonating with it and making it stronger.

He shivered at the unfamiliar sensation and his movement faltered for a moment.

Her fingers traced through his hair, bringing him back to reality. With newfound curiosity he explored the new link.

She keened when she felt him closer than ever, her whole body writhing against him.

It caused him to lose what self-control he had left. With a deep growl he started a harder pace, kissing her more wildy.

Shizuka matched his pace with her own fire. He grabbed her hips, hammering her even harder into the bed.

Their dance became feverish in their need to be closer to each other, to feel more of each other and finally complete a bond that had waited over a decade to be fulfilled.

Her hands clawed into his back as she clung to him, but he didn't care.

Genji growled when he felt her biting into his neck.

»What have you done with me, you wicked woman?«, he managed to ask, between their pants.

»Side effect«, she huffed out before letting out a cry when he hit her just right.

He groaned in response to the sound. His pace became even harder. Unable to keep up with the almost inhuman pace, she just gave herself up to him.

When they both reached their peak, she cried out his name and he roared out hers.

He almost crashed onto her right after but managed to fall to his side in the last moment.

He could clearly feel her spirit residing besides his. Just as satisfied as he was. She let out a content hum and cuddled closer to him physically as well as spiritually.

Still trying to catch his breath, a wild smile appeared on his face.

»Can we do it again?«, he asked, panting.

She gave a soft chuckle and nodded. »Of course.«

He grinned and kissed her cheek. »Just give me ten minutes.«

She stretched out next to him. »If you can manage by then.«

He pulled himself back on top of her. »You forget, my love. You are talking to a dragon here.«

She stared up at him and he could feel her emotions right next to his. It still amazed him that he was able to feel her like this.

»Then prove it, my dear husband«, she challenged him.

»With pleasure.«

[Next chapter on 15th October.]