Chapter 4

Surrender to Madness

Some part braced for impact, but most of Widow had already given up.

Tracer blinked and crashed into her target with full force, much like that fateful night on King's Row. She was again on top of her nemesis. Only this time her boots were smoking and there was a vibrant smile stuck on her face. Lena cracked up. Her plan had worked! She did it!

"Hahaha! I can't believe it, luv! You failed and you lost to me! Who's the foolish girl now, eh?!"

Widow gasped, then winced pathetically. Her wounds hurt and she couldn't think for a second there. Her breath was ragged as she slowly regained what little composure was left in her. Widow still couldn't comprehend. Tracer sounded like she beat her in some console game on a couch. Widowmaker had indeed failed and lost. There was nothing left to her. Talon would throw her away like a broken toy.

"What will you do then? … k-kill me?"

Widow's voice broke a bit there. In her mind, death was inevitable. She longed for it somewhat, but she feared it all the same. Lena cocked her head and kept giggling.

"Why'd I do that? I need you alive and squirming to keep your smug sneer out of my head! B'sides, you're a lot more fun this way~"

The assassin blinked a few times at this ludicrous explanation before realization hit her with wide eyes. She indeed broke Tracer on their last encounter, just not in the way she intended. Something inside the Overwatch agent got unhinged that killed her scruple and vastly inspired creativity in turn.

"Mon dieu, you've gone mad…"

A shiver ran down Widow's spine, as she finally comprehended that she was on the receiving end of her own handiwork.

"Did I now? That's hilarious! Wanna try me?"

Tracer suddenly grabbed her new toy by the throat and pressed down. Her shit eating grin grew somewhat menacing as she apparently didn't take to being called insane. Amber eyes darted around surprised and panicking, even more as she saw the contraption at the same hand that pressed down on her windpipe. It still held some smiling grenades. The implication didn't need explaining.

"Would you be so kind to disarm yourself, luv?"

Disarm..?

It took Widow a little longer to think of what Tracer meant while she was being choked. Her grappling hook, of course! That's how she escaped this predicament last time! She still had means to fight ba-'You won't survive the attempt, luv.'

Widow stared at the wild eyes that told her this without the need for words, interrupting every possible thought of dissent.

Nobody will save me. I'm at this lunatics mercy.

Widow felt her heart fall as a heavy sense of futility and dread eroded what was left of her will.

"D-D'accord..!"

The assassin hastily obeyed as she disarmed herself of the last opportunity to truly fight back. Tracer gave a benevolent smile and laughed cheerfully. The choke hold faded. They could still hear distant gunshots while Widow gasped for breath. The hand that had just threatened to end her began to gently caress a blue cheek as reward for obedience.

"Good girl!~ I knew you'd come around."

Both of the casters were sweating like crazy in their elevated booth while they watched the gunfight that erupted below them in the grand arena with shock and awe.

"STOOOOOORM!"

"STOOOOOOOOORM!"

"PSI STOOOOOOOOOORM!"

They kept shouting the same ability name, even more so than usual, because they couldn't really think of anything else. Leaving was not an option. The tech crew had already somehow received network messages that threatened to hunt them all down if they stopped the stream.

This was the worst day of Jin "Destiny" Kyojun's life. He had always admired miss Song.

"DVa whispers: dont dare gg out noob or Ill stop covering ur box!"

Kyojun knew better now. DVa was completely insane.

Out of the corner of his eyes he kept seeing the pink meka dancing around his booth like some kind of rabid bunny. All the spectators had fled the arena save for some equally insane, diehard fans of Hana and one weird westerner.

Destiny quickly continued to micro his Muta's with shivering hands. He kept losing more and more of them. Where had she hidden that Templar Archive?! He hadn't found it while checking her bases, but it had to be somewhere, since Psionic Storms ripped through his air force as he desperately tried to cut losses.

Something else caught Kyojun's attention and made him scream in high octaves. A fucking MISSILE flew at his booth, catapulted from a rocket launcher some paces in front of him. While he was witnessing his life before his eyes in slide show form, DVa had already eliminated the explosive with her MEKA's defense matrix ability.

"DVa whispers: wat r u doin?! focus!"

He looked down. 6 more of his fliers exploded in a haze of blood and gore. Destiny quickly answered, shaking all over.

"Whispering DVa: yes mam!"

She couldn't believe how selfish these guys were! They would've already shut down the whole show if not for her. Did nobody ever think of her fans?! Unacceptable! Hana had everything perfectly under control.

Well, she did sweat a tiny bit. And her mech was down to 50% hull efficiency.

"COWBOI! Wake up damnit! I could use your help right now!"

Another agent was sent to the ground by her charging mech. Hana quickly whirled around, activated her defense matrix for a split second to delete another hail of bullets only to shoot pulse rounds right back at the assailant. Her other hand micro'd some Templars apart so Mutalisk glaives would only hit 2 units at max.

'Hull efficiency at 25%', her mech reminded her, as more shots from all over rained in. Having to keep this Destiny kid safe strapped her of options to retaliate. Hana bit her lower lip. It was embarrassing, but she realized that she had to give in.

"Jesseee, pretty pleeease..?"

She heard a chuckle at the other end of the com.

That bastard…

"Callin' my name ain't so hard now, was it?"

Suddenly a loud, old timey whistle sound drowned out the gunfight noise and even the frantically screaming shoutcasters. Jesse had the whole stream for himself as he played the sound from the loudspeakers built into his mechanic arm. He loved dramatic entrances like this.

Hana just rolled her eyes.

"IT'S HIIIGH NOON"

Most of the agents knew this sound from fighting McCree before and hastily began looking for cover like headless chickens. As they were in an open field however, cover was scarce, so platoon commander Graf used one of the new guys who were highly confused by the behavior of their colleagues.

"DRAW!"

Six shots pierced six skulls in rapid succession. Sadly only six, he thought, reloading his revolver while a handful more were still active in the field. Talon really wanted Hana dead it seemed and his technique wouldn't work again since they knew his position now.

Not only that, he suddenly had a bad feeling deep in his stomach. Reflexively he rolled out of the way as Hellfire Shotgun shells buried themselves in his former seat.

"Still roleplaying as Eastwood, you damn ingrate?!"

It was his former boss.

"I'm tryin' to figure out what you're supposed to represent, boss. Kid never loved by his mom?"

Jesse ran down the row of seats, rapidly emptying his revolver in Reapers direction while the fuming villain was doing the same. Jesse recognized that his old squad leader was clearly more enraged than usual. Reaper started throwing empty Shotguns at him.

"Could you shitty wannabe cowboy finally stop pretending as if you were in a gun drawing duel?! People would stop thinking you had brain damage!"

"What can I say, it's fun."

"Ever heard of Don Quixote?!"

"Is that a mafia boss or somethin'?"

They were rapidly approaching a dead end, so the cowboy suddenly turned around to throw pocket sand in Reapers face.

"Now hold on!"

"GRAARGH!"

It was highly effective.

"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE?!"

"You'd laugh if I told you Gabriel!"

Jesse ran past him.

I need to hurry. Tracer is most likely responsible for the missed sniper shot and preoccupies Widowmaker right now. There's no telling how long she will last...

Even if this wasn't quite what she had in mind, Tracer could do it for hours.

Well, she hadn't imagined anything at all really. For a few weeks now she just did whatever came to her mind so she didn't have to start pondering on anything. They had thought the rocket boots were a cool idea and hey, it worked! So this couldn't be all that wrong either. Right?

When doubt makes me imagine Widowmaker, why not make that a bit more pleasant?

She couldn't argue with that logic. That's why she was wildly pressing her lips on those of her captive right now. There was something about these pleading, unnaturally yellow eyes and her gasping for breath when she had called Widow a good girl and licked the blood off her cheek.

Once Lena came to touch her, it was the softness that kept egging her on, making her rip that tight, violet body suit wide open to get a hold of one of those breathtakingly petite breasts under helpless yelps from the French girl. Lena just wasn't able to contain herself anymore.

It wasn't her fault anyway, everybody likes tits! Oh and how perfect they were. A shiver ran through Lena as she carefully cupped the perfectly fitting blue mound in her hand, caressing it gently, now and then squeezing it once she realized it made Widow squirm.

This wasn't what Widowmaker had imagined either.

At the beginning she was incredibly tense. How did this happen to her?

'You were lax on your medicine, luv. It's your own fault, ain't it? Now be a good girl and enjoy your failure.'

She seemed to grow ever more insane, hearing Tracers voice answer in her mind. Widow winced, so much so that Tracer had stopped the kiss for a second to regard her with a worrying smile. She had bit her lower lip in response before they were back at it.

This was new. And… good. Heat began to spread through her body, more with every passing second. She was feeling warm for… well, she never felt warm before, ever. She thought she was going sick with fever and only tensed some more.

Under all the tension, she caught herself kissing back. A shiver ran through her body as she realized what she was doing, but wasn't in a position of willpower to stop herself. The shivers grew worse as Tracer made a move on ripping apart her body suit. Breath was stuck in her throat as she felt herself being caressed by her captor like nobody ever did before.

This… this isn't so bad…?

'You think too much, luv.'

Right. She gave up on thinking.

Instead, she focussed on this new sense of excitement as Lena finally spread her lips with a warm tongue, entering her mouth to give more of these feelings she had never experienced before. Widow caught herself placing her hands on her subjugators arms, weakly trying to find a way of peeling Tracer's flight jacket off while her eyes were blissfully rolling around in their sockets.

"What'cha doin' there?"

The question caught her off guard. Tracer had stopped every movement and looked down with a devious smirk. Widow was still breathing heavily from the deep kiss just now.

"I.. I want to…"

Heat spread in Widows cheeks. She couldn't possibly explain, tried to avert her eyes. Tracers smirk however only deepened. The Brit forced her captives gaze her way with a gently stroking hand on one of those cutely blushing cheeks.

"What do ya want, luv?"

"I want… I want to feel your skin..."

Now that's just criminally adorable!

The first thing to go was her chronal accelerator, which of course still worked in a close proximity for 'plot reasons'. Tracer peeled out of her pilot jacket and opened her own body suit down to the waist.

It was a sight to behold for her captive, as Widow was experiencing her first case of burning desire. The pale, slender hips and equally perky breasts to her own made her mouth dry, cheeks burn in deep purple and body squirm in awe.

"Like what'cha seein'?"

Tracer laughed cheerfully. No answer was even expected from that shivering mess below her. Instead, she went down on her captive to resume her position between those lush, blue lips, whispering softly on the way.

"You can call me Lena by the way~."

Something tingled in the back of her mind. Why did that sound so familiar?

Amèlie knew a Lena once, didn't she?

'Yeah, you knew me once luv. Wanna go again?'

Widow didn't know just how it happened. She let down her guard. She swore she wouldn't be a fool to fall in love, but she fell hard.

She guessed she should've seen it coming. Caught her by surprise. Wasn't looking where she was going, so she fell into her eyes.

Oui.

She was addicted to her.

Phew! This was my longest chapter yet.
I hope you enjoyed this sexy times chapter, dearest reader!
For anyone wondering, Widow got "Addicted To You" by Avicii stuck in her head. Had it on repeat while writing this chapter.
Comments and reviews again greatly appreciated. Love hearing from you guys and gals! 3