Junkrat

I guess word spreads like wild fire on this base.

Ok, maybe not that quickly, but after the incident last week regarding myself and one of my patients- it was hard not to think everyone was talking about you, looking at you. Judging you...

Of course they had no idea. About anything- I was dreading my next appoint with that cowboy! No idea.

But it was my dirty secret to keep, I had told no one of what had transpired that afternoon, I refuse to even admit it to myself most of the time; there was no way anyone else would even know about it unless...

Jesse McCree was out there gloating to 'the boys'.

No, he wouldn't do that...would he? Honestly I had no idea, I barley know him as an individual: he was capable of anything. He certainly proved he didn't care about my feelings in this matter when he decided to use me for his own depraved needs; so he could really be up to who knows what! But still, I had told everyone I had hurt my leg recently, that this is the reason I limp currently. People were sympathetic, yet I still feel like they're staring...

Ok I know I sound paranoid and normally I would agree with you that it's all in my imagination. I thought that too when I started getting long curious stares from Overwatch soldiers that made my ears and cheeks go pink while eating. Or hearing whispers with my name on people's lips as I walk the halls. The logical explanation would be to say these feeling of paranoia are due to my own guilty conscience about the whole ordeal, denial and shock after such a rushed and brash sexual experience. And I had almost convinced myself. That was until today when I received a rather loud, rather sharp wolf whistle follow down the halls after me as I rushed to my lab for a late appointment. My strides faulted slightly and I almost stopped at the sound, the ice cold feeling of embarrassment and fear creeping into my heart. I take a deep, shaky breath to stay professional and ignore it, squaring my shoulders and continuing on my way- I did not want to keep my next appointment waiting any longer then I have. I am a professional.

I will deal with this later...

...

When I finally reach my medical office it is empty, my appointment is late. I frown and check my watch curiously as I walk inside and begin to set up for the afternoon. Jamison is never early, so I wasn't really too surprised. I sit down at my desk and get to work while I wait; I am halfway through shuffling medical reports when I am alerted to the rhythmic sound of a peg leg hitting the metal hallway floor in rapid approach.

I tap my papers into line and place them to one side before I stand in time to have the 'Junkrat' shuffle his way inside my lab with a laugh. I eye him up and down as I circle my desk; crossing my arms.

"G'day Doc!" He greets with a giggle when he sees me. He walks in and flops himself down on one of my patient couches causally. I cringe automatically for the pristine white leather against his normally soot covered body. "Me leg took longer then I thought to readjust- sorry I'm late!" He laughed and held up his peg leg to rattle around in my direction. I smile politely.

"No problem at all Mr Fawkes I-

"Junkrat!" He cut me off with a serious tone and I faulted for a moment, staring.

"Junkrat" I repeat. "It is no problem, I am happy you are here today." I was happy, 'Junkrat' was one of my most curious patients by far! His files were interestingly indepth and I find myself selfishly intrigued from a psychological standpoint. He was clearly unstable, wrapping himself in a deep psychosis and relying on his dependency for kleptomania and pyromania for acceptance in a social situation. He relied on his own insanity to survive the real world. At least that was my running theory. I have only had limited time with him so it was in no way convulsive.

He laughed manically, wiggling his legs in the air with delight. "Oh so am I! So am I! Very happy! You know why? Ask me why Doc!" He rolls over on the couch so he is laying on his stomach, looking across the room at me with a large twisted grin propped up on a robotic arm. I noted the dark smudges on the white leather and sigh inwardly.

"Why, is that?" I ask him curiously, playing along. "Why are you happy to be here today?" I was curious, he is never really happy to be here.

His twisted grin fell to a dark smirk as he giggles softly at me. "Because I get ta fuck ya mate!" He laughs loudly, his body shaking with hysteria. My stomach drops as an ice cold sensation of shock suddenly creeps over me at the bold statement. My arms fall to my sides heavily and I know my mouth is hanging agape in surprise. I am in literal shock. Wow. My body is heavy and I have to clear my throat before speaking.

"E-excuse me?" I ask, my voice is uneven and a light pink tone begins to spread across my cheeks, did I mishear him? He giggles, rolling again so he was laying on his back, looking back at me lazily, almost upside down on that now ruined couch.

"I get ta smash ya back out mate, exciting stuff really!" He repeated casually, moving his arms around to make lewd gestures with his hands as if to get a point across. I swallow, my mouth is dry, my head is fuzzy. I lean against my desk, confused.

"What...?" I ask again blankly and he rolls not so graciously off the couch and onto the floor before jumping up and righting himself to standing. "N-no...you're here for an appointment." I was talking to myself I know, as if telling myself this just to keep myself together. He begins walking towards me, I don't even notice; my brain is not working...or over working I wasn't sure. My face is red, I can feel it.

"Yeah wouldn't miss it!" He agreed, giggling. "When I found out from the boys' that you just let us rut away the stress instead of talkin' about our feelings- I fell in love!" He sang to me in such a casual tone that I couldn't physically pull away from him when he grabbed my shoulders. Leaving sooty handprints on my white lab coat. Shock. I was really in shock, I hadn't been paranoid at all! People did know! They had been staring! That horrid feeling of dread became stronger, mixing with the embarrassment and shock if it all. My legs felt weak.

"T-the boys?" I croak, his robotic hand pushing my face upwards to look into his twisted, dirty grin. "Wh-who? Where did you hear this?" Dread was griping me tight.

"I think you know who mate..." he states with a giggle, his robotic thumb running over my pink cheek impatiently, smearing a line of black onto my pale skin.

McCree.

Fuck him! Yes I've done that but still. Fuck him! If Junkrat knows, who else?! Dr. Ziegler?! I would die if she did, I wouldn't be able to show my face in the medical world again. My career would be over, my reputation ruined. All because I wasn't strong enough to say no and be firm.

I began to breath quickly, panicking in his grasp. He laughs like it's a funny joke, pulling me briefly from my haze. I stand up weakly from my current leaning position on my desk to my full height against him. He dwarfs me normally, but slouched we are even.

"Who else knows about what happened between Mr. McCree and myself?" I demand in a sudden rush of fear filled determination, pulling my face away from his loose grasp. He grins, showing me his slightly pointed teeth.

"Oh! Don't worry mate. It's just a little fun between us lads here on the base!" He confirmed, grabbing my face once more, his grip is stronger as he pushes my nose like a button. "Us boys' like to have a bit of a competition ya see. In private." He sings and I swallow, my ears burning. Face red. He smells of burnt rubber and gun power.

"What competition?" My brown eyes burning with dread, fear, anger and everything in between.

"Best fuck wins!"

With that he burst into hysterics once more, his laughter sharp and twisted as he grips my coated waist tightly. My eyes barley have enough time to widen before he spins me around and forces me to bend over my own desk with tremendous force.

"W-wait, Jamison!" I squeak in protest as he lifts the back of my lab coat up roughly, ruining the material with soot. "Wouldn't...wouldn't you like to keep talking about your mother?" I beg desperately, trying to turn my head to look back at him. "We were making such progress! Don't you want to finish up our talk? I really feel it will help you with your stress and...and your-

"Nah!" He cuts me off with a giggle, his strong hands forcing me down once more. I let out a winded grunt. "I've decided this is the stress relieve I need Doc! Besides, I can't win a bet if I don't participate!"

I take a deep, calming breath. My palms are flat against the papers on my desk as I feel his long fingers creep around my waist to the front, he begins unbuckling my belt. There is no discouraging him it seems. He has requested this as his treatment and like McCree, I have to say yes. I'm too far into this not too. If I denied him he may tell Doctor Ziegler, I can't let that happen.

He makes no attempts to kiss me as the belt gives way and he rips the black pants and briefs down my legs happily, the edges of his knuckles leaving black soot lines down my thighs. I squirm awkwardly. I am suddenly so exposed and naked to him, I bite my lip shyly; eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Not again! He whistles with delight. I shut my eyes tighter.

He leans forward and giggles into my ear happily, still making no attempt to kiss the flushed, vulnerable skin. His dirty hands run down my spine excitedly before tracing my ribs and finally sliding down to cup my ass. I shiver. He squeezes me curiously and I yelp unexpectedly. He laughs harder and my cheeks deepen with red.

"Not a bad set if equipment your working with here mate!" I feel him squeeze me again before a sharp stinging pain of a slap makes the breath in my lungs hitch. He slaps me again, and again, no doubt leaving sooty handprints on my behind. Each time I hiss with pain and he giggles with pleasure. Tears start to form in my eyes.

Just as I feel like I can't take anymore of his hysteric punishment he slips 2 semi dry fingers inside me and I squeak. It does not hurt to my amazed surprise and when he starts pumping them inside me with a twisted but curious giggle, he slaps me once more and I find myself letting out a loud, wanton moan of pleasure. Wait..what?

He slaps me again and twists his fingers upwards to push against my prostate roughly.

"Ahh..ah!" I moan again, uncontrollably and my red raw, sooty hips push back onto him instinctively and he laughs madly. I feel his hard length behind that rough pants material and I am embarrassed when I find myself even thinking about it. So unprofessional! He continues to play with me cruelly, rubbing my prostrate and hearing me moan; but as I push back onto him he retaliates with a sharp slap that has me jolting forward as if shocked with electrical pleasure. Soon I am not crying out in pain, only pleasure and I hate myself for it. This has all tumbled out of control so quickly my head is spinning. My hesitant, shy brain can not keep up with my excited body. Strange, I certainly don't feel excited for what is about to come next, I feel embarrassed and shameful.

"Someone's keen mate!" He states brashly and I bite back a shameful groan of disappointment when he pulls his fingers from me. I am embarrassed by my own actions and despite my hot sweaty face, my blood runs cold as I hear him spit into his hand and giggle softly as he runs his own hand over his erect length. Readying himself. I did not even hear him unbuckle himself over my own moans it would seem.

My eyes are unblinking and I stare at my wall mounted medical degree hanging proudly in front of me as he pushes himself inside with one strong thrust. This is what all my years of dedicated study has brought me too, it would seem. My breath hitches in my throat when he groans low and deep with pleasure. He stands inside of me unmoving for a short time, his hands on my back pushing my now dirty lab coat up and out of his way. I stay silent, stealing in gulps for air in a hope it would cool my hot face, a dull pain in my back from my standing position almost spurs me on to start thrusting backwards onto him myself. Almost but not quite.

He begins thrusting into me suddenly, it is not slow and it is certainly not rhythmic or graceful. It is uncomfortable for me at first, his meagre form of lubricant, while feeling great for him if his deep, giggling moans were any indication, I found myself squirming around him, my thighs rubbing together awkwardly with each thrust. He notices this it seems and laughs, one of his hands coming down to slap my behind one again.

"Ahh!" I gasp with pleasure and his laugher and thrusts get harder. I begin to feel it now, those small sparks if pleasure every time he pushes into me, they start to become louder, until it is screaming over the pain. He is hitting my prostrated irregularly but quickly and my legs have become weak under him, my thighs falling open further, much to his delight. He pushes in deep now.

"Oh...ahh, oh my god...!" I'm moaning out to him helplessly, my hands are scrunched up into fists on my desk, ruining my paperwork. My brown hair is sweaty and falling over my red flushed face. My eyes are shut, and I almost die when I feel his cool robotic fingers reach around and grasp my own erection and begin pumping erratically. My precum allowing him to make the motions over my shaft smooth and beyond pleasurable.

"Ahh! Ahh...ahh..ooh!" I am close, I can feel it, my stomach is tight with pleasure and I have lost my ability to think clearly. To think at all. I can't hear anything but my own heartbeat in my ears, I can't feel anything but white hot pleasure or see anything but my own, blurry desk paperwork. It is build up inside of me, growing and expanding until I can barley hold onto it.

"AHH! Oh god!"

When I reach my orgasim it is hard; it rakes across my sweaty tired body quickly and I go from screaming out loudly for him to collapsing onto my desk with muscles the consistency of jello. My clothes are sweaty and hot, my breathing is uneven and shallow as he continues to thrust into me, laughing. I feel spent, my hole becoming increasingly sensitive as he continues and I know it will soon be too maddening for me to handle.

"Ahh...ahh please...I-I can't take it...a-anymore..." I beg to him through short gasps of air, my sweaty flushed face turning to look back at him weakly. He just giggles through his own groans back at me...

I am not used to this hot devouring feeling of pleasure, it is foreign and scary. It is tiring and I am such a novice...

But he continues his rapid, unorganised pace inside of me, my tired mews of pleasure slowly growing once more to moans and pleas. The wet sound of our skin ramming together with every thrust making me crazy.

"P-please...god...ah.." I beg with shallow breath, it is pointless.

My eyes suddenly widen and my breath hitches in my throat as I feel both of his hands grasp tightly onto my hips and he begins thrusting even harder, my own semen mixing with the black soot on my red raw skin makes my skin crawl.

"Ahh...ahh! P-please...ah!" He is thrusting into me hard, almost violently now, pulling almost completely out before slamming himself back in hard enough to jolt my whole body forward. My hands scramble to grasp at the side of my desk for support, I feel the heavy desk shake and move slightly every time I am slammed into it. My thighs and knees will be bruised later on I know but is the last thing on my mind as I am forced into my second orgasim in such a short space of time. It is just as powerful as the first and pain licks at the edges off it but I still mange to cry out moan with sweaty tear stung eyes, spilling my own seed over my leg and desk edge yet again. Shuttering helplessly in his grasp.

The dirty junker follows after shortly and his hard thrusts begin to form a sense of final rhythm as he finally reaches his own climax. His grunt is low and animal like as he leans forward and presses his dirty, sweaty face into my equally filthy, half clothed back. I feel him release into me, it is hot and sudden but I can't bring myself to cry out at the foreign sensation as it laps and burns up my insides. He begins to slow the pace of his thrusts before giving one final big, hard snap of his hips then falling to a stop inside. There is silence as we both breath heavily, catching our breathes.

"Ah! Not bad at all mate!" He laughs, giving me one final slap to my ass before he rips himself out of me quickly, the slippery feeling sending a shiver up my spine. He steps away from me and my legs collapse instantly, my hands still holding onto my desk as I sit awkwardly, half dressed in a mess of my own bodily fluids on the floor. The muscles in my legs and back have began to spasm and I can't look at him as I feel his seed begin dripping out of me; mixing with the mess below. He dresses quickly and to his credit, doesn't at all looked ruffled by the experience as he stretches his peg leg and giggles hysterically down at me.

"Thanks Doc! What a fun way to waste an hour, eh?" He laughs again as I try to stand, I can't. "I'll be back next week! Don't forget to let everyone know I fucked ya good!" He reminded me happily before gazing lazily at the watch on my now messy desk. Had it really been an hour? It felt like an eternity a moment ago.

"T-thank you for your time today Mr. Fawkes, I will see you next week." I reply automatically, professionally though my voice is strained, throat dry. He reads the clock and I see his eyes widen.

"Crickey! Is that the time, I'm late! See ya later doc!" He calls with mad glee. "Oh! And don't worry! I'll keep ya little secret! For now!"

I watch as he hobbles with haste out of my off office, laughing and leaving me alone as quickly as this had all started. I am dirty with soot, sweat and mixed bodily fluids, my clothes are ruined and stained and I am unable to stand as I pull and buckle my pants slowly. My office phone rings and I am barley able to reach it with my arms.

"H-hello?" I ask, clearing my raw throat.

"Scott! You are still on base?" It was Doctor Ziegler, my stomach drops.

"Ye-yes, I...just finished up some paperwork and I'm heading out the door now..." I lie, rubbing the soot off of my face with the back of my hand. My eyes stinging at the sound of her concerned voice on the other end of the patchy, static filled line. I pretend to yawn.

"Oh good! Well in that case I'll call you tomorrow ok? I want an update on how you are going!" She states happily and I want to cry, I don't. I attempt to stand up again, I succeed, barley.

"Yes of course! Tomorrow will be fine!" I pause briefly. "When are you coming back from your mission?"

There is a moment of silence. "I'm not sure, why?" She asks. "Is there something wrong?"

My legs are shaking horribly and my stomach turns at the feeling of my sticky, semen covered legs sticking to my sooty, gun power reeking pants.

"No of course not, everything's fine!"

Everything was a disaster.

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