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If you could describe Dr. Ziegler’s lab, it was cold, and every word was synonymous. Overwatch had been revamped, rebuilt, and remade. Winston had been generous after the recall, providing them with supplies and more.
However, it didn’t have the homey feeling her old lab had possessed. Gone were the gauzy white curtains that once filtered in the bright, iridescent sunlight. Metal tables were no longer highlighted with the powdery blue spring. Songs of birds failed to echo off industrial walls and lab doors. Instead, it was cold and soundless, the only light coming from the fluorescent lights that hung up above. The laboratory still felt incredibly empty despite the rows of cabinets and drawers full of new, state-of-the-art tools. Mercy had worked in empty labs before, but something about this one felt strange. It felt distant.
It felt lonely.
Granted, there wasn’t much of anyone to recall. People had been weary of joining back, of going back to the once-worshiped organization that was now deemed illegal. Mercy tried not to care about it, about the masses of people who could only see her closest friends as criminals and thugs. Even when her heart turned heavy with guilt, and her brain began to rot with the dark mold of doubt, she kept herself focused on her mission. Her mission was not to be liked and worshiped by people; her mission was to save people, to protect people. Her focus was not on the alive and raging but on the sick and wounded.
Nonetheless, she liked the appreciation. Praise was lovely, and she couldn’t deny that. However, she learned from the past that it was not always worth it, and if there was something she needed more than healing the sick, it was to make sure the past was not repeated.
So, she was sitting at her desk in this large, foreign room while trying to complete some work. Recently, she has been able to complete the physicals for all those who have been recalled. It was okay, maybe even a little nice, to have the warmth of her old teammates underneath her fingertips again, but other than that, it wasn’t something she cared for too much.
That was a lie. She cared for Genji.
The lines between the doctor and patient relationship always seemed to blur with him. From that fatal night in Japan, when burnt, bruised, and broken hands reached out for the angel’s, to the days of Blackwatch when Mercy had to begrudgingly hand over her muse to the wicked talons of Moira, to the present day where Genji would frequent in and out of her office like a giddy little dog, always nuzzling up to her, Mercy was more than fond of the ninja. He was always there, her little guardian angel who kept a playful watch over her. This wasn’t to say that she had any romantic feelings toward him, but their relationship was definitely on a higher plane than friendship. Safety, for Mercy, was simply just sitting in Genji’s cool metal embrace. However, she was never to admit these feelings, for the fear of upsetting Genji and pushing him away was more potent than her desires. So, for now, the thoughts remain just that: desires. Little sheep that helped her sleep at night. Rosy cheeks were left un-caressed by firm metal fingers, but as long as Genji was happy, Mercy could pretend she was okay with it. The lack of a date was not the end of the world.
Speaking of Genji.
Mercy’s computer chimed, highlighting a small message in the bottom right corner. She took a small sip from her coffee before setting her mug aside and swiveling over to the computer, adjusting her reading glasses so she could read the message. It was a message from Genji.
“Can we do a repeat of my physical? Something happened recently, and I want you to check it out,” the message read.
“Of course. What is it, exactly?”
“Uhm, I’d rather just have you see it than text it. I hope you understand.”
“That’s okay. When are you planning to come in?”
“Is it okay to do it right now?”
“Yes. I’ll be waiting here.”
Despite the fat crickets and other nocturnal insects, they were still wide awake. Having a doctor’s appointment made no sense. Nobody in Overwatch had any reason in their minds. It wouldn’t change anything. The company would be very appreciative if Genji kept her company.
Heavy, clunky footsteps were ringing out throughout the outside hallway soon enough. Despite the noise, each shot a new pang of joy into Mercy’s heart. It was like an owner awaiting the joyful embrace of their small puppy. Mercy wished she could just bounce out of her seat and run to the industrial doors to meet Genji with open arms, but that wouldn’t be very professional now. So instead, she just swiftly got up from her chair, tucking it neatly underneath her desk, and made her way to the door. Knee-high boots click and clack against the cool tile floor, and her lab coat wooshed behind her. She pulled it over herself as she approached the door and undid the mechanical lock. With a hiss, the door depressurized and was able to creak open.
Genji stood on the other side, patiently waiting. His helmet and visor were off, his hair messy and frizzy, and his round, scared face quirked into a smile. An oversized, green, billowy sweatshirt covered his top, and a pair of equally large sweatpants covered his bottom. He stood slightly slouched, his body having grown accustomed to crouching. A back brace would be an excellent addition when Genji needed his next upgrade.
The two stood there, carefully eyeing each other. Mercy could stand there for hours just looking at him, studying him if it was her choice.
“May I come in, doctor?” Genji asked, gently tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. The hair sprang back out as soon as he took his hand away.
“Why certainly,” Mercy chuckled, reaching out and smoothing the back behind Genji’s hair. Genji smiled a little wider before shifting to the side and walking into the lab. Mercy followed behind, leading him to her work table on the other side of the room. By muscle memory, Genji reached to the side of the desk to pull out an extra and set it right next to Mercy’s. He sat down while Mercy made her way to the coffee pot, pouring Genji a cup and refilling her own. Mercy settled the warm cups on the desk, but Mercy still hadn’t sat down. Instead, she made her to a fridge that sat against a wall to the left of the desk.
“Tiramisu?” Mercy asked, pulling the cake from the fridge and setting it on the table.
“Offering your patients sweets? How unprofessional, doctor,” Genji chuckled but nodded, sipping his coffee. Mercy smiled back, opening a drawer and finding two plastic plates and plastic silverware. Soft, spongy pieces of cake flopped onto their respective plates as Mercy set them. With a plastic fork on each plate, she put the cake away before carrying the dessert to her desk. She handed Genji his plate before pulling her chair out and sitting with him. Genji immediately took a bite, sighing at the taste and washing down with a sip of coffee.
“Did you make this?” He asked, gesturing to his slice with his fork.
“Mhmm,” Mercy nodded, sipping her coffee and putting her mug back on the table, peachy lipstick staining the rim. Genji glanced at the stained edge before his eyes met with Mercy’s. Cute, doe eyes shaped with sharp eyeliner and framed with thick brows, how Mercy loved them. Ugh, that wasn’t the point. She had better things to focus on that weren’t those damn eyes. Genji was here for a reason, not for her to ogle at him all night.
“So, what seems to be the problem?” Mercy crossed her legs and set her plate in her lap, regaining the professional persona that made her all so respectable. Genji’s calm and lax demeanor seemed to fizzle out at that moment. Casual slouching turned to upright and concerned sitting. The precious smile that made his cheeks turn upward and round out his cheeks dropped into a sorrowful and embarrassed expression that almost made Mercy pity him even more. He pinched the corner of his mouth to the side and glanced away, looking down at the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. If Mercy could recall correctly, she could’ve sworn she also saw him blushing.
“I don’t want to say it out loud,” he mumbled, trying even harder to hide his face and the embarrassment that covered it. Mercy rolled her eyes and reached out to pat Genji on the shoulder, rubbing it softly through his sweatshirt. She had never seen him act so bashful before.
“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad,” she patted him softly.
“It’s not that it’s bad; it’s just- it’s just a little bit embarrassing.”
“We’ve all had embarrassing experiences at the doctor’s, Genji. I promise you that no matter what it is, I will not laugh at you and will do everything in my power to help you,” it was that promise that made Genji finally lift his eyes from the tiled ground and look at Mercy. Although there was still a deep bashfulness decorating his face, a small smile started to form. Mercy’s heart began to glitter with tiny sparkles of joy once she saw him smile, her chest growing warm and tight.
“Is it okay if I just show you on the table?” Genji asked, fully sitting up to come eye to eye with Mercy.
“Whatever makes you the most comfortable,” Mercy smiled, standing up, ready to lead him to the table despite him already knowing where Mercy set it. He appreciated the gesture, letting her lead the way and trailing behind.
The operating table was like every other one: a plastic, padded table welded into the floor. It was in the middle of the room, allowing monitors and storage chests to be wheeled around. A small computer monitor descended from the ceiling, and large, circular lights grouped up next to it. Mercy covered the bed in white tissue paper with a layer of plastic protecting it. It was strange to have the table in the middle of the lab instead of in a separate room, but Mercy was careful. She hadn’t had any accidents in a long, long time.
Genji hopped up onto the table, the paper crunching underneath him. The procedure was standard now. He slipped his sweatshirt and sweatpants off, tossing them onto the floor and exposing his robot body. Mercy’s delicate muse, he was a sculpture in his own right. Bare, metal chest pieces glimmered in the blinding white light that hung above. Green, glowing ports sat on his stomach and shoulders. Carbon fiber took the shape of muscle, wrapping around his arms and taking possession of them. Mercy and her team built his body for power and perfection. He was indeed a work of art, not only in Mercy’s eyes but in the eyes of all who met him.
Mercy began her work, clipping a heart monitor onto his left pointer finger. Due to his lack of a heart, Mercy had specially designed the monitor to keep watch over the rhythm and tuning of his machinery. It picked every little click and clack, every bang and beat that hummed through his synthetic body. With a button press in the center of his chest, the ports on his abdomen and shoulders depressurized and popped out, green cylinders with silver caps twisting into place. Mercy made her rounds around Genji’s body, a bundle of rubber tubes sitting in her hand. They are all connected to some system in the ceiling, feeding the information sent from the ports into the system and displaying their data on the monitor. Mercy quickly popped the caps off the ports and plugged the tubes in. The monitor flickered to life, a loading screen popping up on the display before Genji’s vitals had begun to load in.
It was all the usual, boring stuff that Mercy was used to: hormone levels, chemical balances and imbalances, energy levels, and so on. She quickly grabbed a clipboard from her desk and returned to the table. Genji was now calm and content, his eyes trying to watch Mercy’s every move around the room. He smiled once she finally stood still by his side. Pencil kissed paper as she wrote down Genji’s statistics, filling in every section perfectly.
“Are you ready to show me your problem now, Genji?” Mercy asked, not looking up from her work.
“May I move my hands?” Genji asked back.
“You may.”
Genji’s hands trailed down, fingers riding the hills of his synthetic muscles, and he found his inner thighs. He pressed a button, depressurizing his modesty panel and raising it from his body. Genji removed the panel, letting out a heavy sigh as he did so, and set it to the side as quietly as possible. However, it didn’t matter how little noise he made because he would have to announce his problem out loud anyway.
“It won’t go down,” Genji blurted, looking at Mercy apologetically.
“What- oh!” Mercy looked up from her clipboard, her eyes landing on Genji, lacking a modesty plate, cheeks red and flushed with embarrassment. Their eyes met, and just as quickly bounced off each other, the two looked down at the floor. Mercy could feel her face begin to heat up. Here he was, the object of Mercy’s affection for years, displayed and vulnerable and open to her access, yet Mercy couldn’t bring herself to lay even a hand on him.
Genji slowly tried to reapply his panel, a quick “Sorry” escaping his lips. In a panic, Mercy reached forward and grabbed his wrist.
“Oh, no, I’m not mad, just a little surprised, is all,” Mercy explained, slowly moving the hand holding the plate to the side. She caressed Genji’s hand, sweet, small strokes designed to calm him down. Her other hand snaked its way to the plate and took it out of Genji’s hand. Despite Genji trying his best to keep his chest flat and still, a loud shrill from one of the monitors signaled that his energy was now surging. Instead of focusing on the noise, Mercy focused on the overhead monitor. Her eyes casually glossed over the tables and scripts of data on the illuminated screen. Hungrily, she hunted for the root of Genji’s problem; the thorn stuck in his side. Smooth, metal fingers gently wrapped around Mercy's soft hands as she looked through the stats. Mercy allowed it, occasionally giving Genji’s hand a squeeze of reassurance. The metal walls of the lab hummed, ominous whirs echoing through the room as the pair sat there. Eventually, Mercy was able to have her little aha moment.
“You have a hormone imbalance,” Mercy said simply and plainly. She looked back down at Genji, a smile on her face.
“See? Not that bad and definitely not something I haven’t dealt with before,” Mercy reassured him, reaching out and giving him a pat on the head. Letting go of Genji’s hand, she walked back to her work desk, bending over and typing something into her computer. Soft, quiet hums escaped her lips as she typed away, putting in a new input for Genji’s hormone levels. The computer began a callout on Genji’s stats, but Mercy muted it. She already knew what she needed to do. Within minutes, the machinery clicks began, and the mechanics in Genji’s body started to work and reset his stats. Satisfied, Mercy returned to the bed, leaning against the wall as she watched Genji’s soft reset.
Genji shivered softly, his body twitching and lips letting small gasps and whimpers crawl between them. He’d gone through this process dozens of times but never seemed to get used to it. Ports in his skin sucked in and pushed out different chemicals, his body working hard to regain its former homeostasis. It wasn’t painful, but the discomfort was hard to ignore. If he listened hard enough, he could hear the different fluids rushing through his system, and he hated it.
After about ten minutes or so, it was passed. The machinery let out a loud, insufferable beep as it finished its work. The tubes on Genji’s ports let out a steam pump, softly disconnecting from the docks. Mercy made her rounds around the table again, pulling off the pipes and replugging the ports. Mercy once again pressed the button in the center of Genji’s chest, and his ports twisted downward, tucking themselves back into his body.
“I’ll just check you out and put your plate back on before you go,” Mercy explained, pulling tight, black surgical gloves over her hands and turning back to look at Genji. Genji’s face flushed, but he spread his legs, allowing Mercy access to him. Mercy made her way to the end of the table, getting down onto her knees and sitting between Genji’s legs and coming face to face with Genji’s cunt.
Even if Mercy had known what to expect, being in this profession for most of her life and virtually living in labs and medical offices for as long as she could remember, she still found herself holding her breath once she fully saw Genji’s cunt. It was engorged, his clit hard and throbbing and reaching out for any bit of pleasure that somebody could grant it. It was slick, clear, sticky fluids dripping from his hole. He was incredibly aroused, desperate for touch. Though it made her nervous, she was his doctor, and she’d be damned if she didn’t help him. So, she reached forward, her fingers gently spreading his outer and inner lips apart, giving herself a clearer view of his cunt. Genji let out a soft groan from above her. Mercy tried not to focus on it, instead reaching her other hand forward and softly inserting a finger inside Genji’s pussy. Genji jumped, gripping the table as he tried to calm down.
“Gentle, Genji. I’m just feeling,” Mercy mumbled, her finger prodding at Genji’s walls. Even through her gloves, she could tell they were also puffed and aroused, more than ready for anything Mercy could insert into him. She watched him closely, her eyes scanning over him with fierce precision, inspecting him, trying to see if any abnormalities had decided to pop up as she did so. She set her fingers deeper, earning a soft squelch and a jerk from Genji. Walls of tissue tightened around Mercy’s finger, causing her to jump slightly. Her jump must’ve been noticeable, though, because Genji had returned to apologizing.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that,” he panicked.
“Do not worry, Genji, it happens. We are done, anyway,” Mercy chuckled, pulling her fingers out and letting go of Genji’s pussy. Planting her hands on her knees, she pushed herself up and walked back to standing over Genji. She began to shed her gloves.
“Well, you are still very aroused,” Mercy sighed, tossing her gloves into the trash as she did so. She found her way back to her work desk and started hunting through the cabinets and the drawers, scrabbling through papers and files until she could see what she was looking for. It was a black, handheld wand vibrator. She got up and handed it to Genji. Looking back at it, she had no idea
why
she had given Genji her vibrator, considering that she
knew
Genji had many toys of his own, but at the moment, it had just felt so right that she didn’t think about it twice. Perhaps she had grown so close to him that she didn’t see anything wrong with it. It was apparent by Genji’s lack of protest that he didn’t see anything wrong with it either.
“Unless you want to stay swollen, you use this for the time being. It’s cleaned, I promise. You can take it to your room, or I can get out if you don’t feel like getting up,” Mercy explained as Genji took the vibrator. He admired it in his hands. It's sleek, smooth shape. The handle was textured for grip while the rounded head remained smooth, made to glide over one’s clit with ease. Genji looked up at Mercy, thick brows framing his gaze, before looking back down at the toy in his hands.
“You can stay here if you’d like; maybe just turn around,” Genji mumbled, his face flushing in shame for the 50th time that night. Mercy raised a brow but did as she was told, crossing her arms and turning around.
The vibrator turned on, and it was apparent when it had met Genji’s pussy as he began to shudder, rugged noises escaping his mouth and filling the air. Mercy stiffened, trying not to focus on what was happening behind her. It seemed as though every other sound in the lab, the whirs of machinery, and the beeps of computers ceased to exist. Now, the lab was a vacuum. The only sound allowed to travel through it was the vibrator and Genji’s heavy breathing. Mercy’s nails dug into the rough canvas of her lab coat, feeling transferring into the thick black sweater she wore underneath. She bit her lip, trying to turn her focus to chewing the skin on it. She could feel a shiver trying to crawl down her spine as Genji let out his first real moan. Mercy couldn’t think of his heaving metal chest, heavy breathing making it rise and fall, the fluorescent overhead lights bouncing on and off it.
Mercy hated how erotic it seemed.
The two stayed like that for God knows how long, Mercy staring at the wall while Genji relentlessly touched himself behind her. If Mercy had listened close enough, she could hear when his metallic hips stuttered, his back fell onto the table after arching, and he’d lick his fingers just to taste himself. Mercy would be lying if she said she wasn’t just as aroused. The heat started to smooth over her stomach, and she could feel her wetness soak into the underwear. Sometimes, if she couldn’t handle it, she’d sneakily grope one of her breasts just to get some semblance of pleasure. It worked, but at the same time, it wasn’t enough. At first, the lab was too cold, but now it was too hot. It was sweet hell.
Mercy’s
sweet hell.
Eventually, Genji spoke up, “Angela….”
“Hm?” Mercy hummed, trying not to peer over her shoulder. She was slightly shocked when she heard Genji use her first name. She’d just noticed he was formally calling her doctor all night.
“Can you face me?” Genji asked. Mercy could feel her chest tighten and her cheeks flush. Why would Genji want her to face him? There was not an obvious explanation for why that wasn’t erotic. Had Genji wished to include her in his fantasies?
Well, there was only one way to figure it out.
Mercy turned around, round eyes meeting round eyes. Genji’s face was flushed and red. He was biting his lip, his exposed skin soaked in a thin layer of coolant sweat. Loose strands of black hair stuck to his forehead. He had abandoned the vibrator, opting to rub himself over with his fingers. He’d popped off one of his chest plates, his other hand now caressing his scarred chest and toying with his nipple. Mercy admired him
“Enjoying yourself, Genji?” She cooed, stepping forward a little.
“Yes…,” Genji admitted.
“Is that why you want me to watch you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like touching yourself to me?”
Genji hesitated a little bit.
“Yes.”
They stared each other down a little bit, Genji pulling his hand away but putting it back when Mercy motioned for him to continue. Mercy could see his eyes travel her body as he touched himself, his eyes looking over the smooth curves of her breasts and hips and thighs and just about every part of her of which he could see. Mercy eventually snapped him out of his trance.
“What do you think of?”
“Pardon?”
“What do you think of with me in it,” Mercy came even closer, a hand outstretched and landed in Genji’s thick hair. She began to stroke it. Genji sighed and leaned back into her touch.
“I think of… I think of your ass and having it in my hands. And I think of your breasts and having them in my mouth,” Genji started, looking up at Mercy and stroking himself faster, small wet noises now echoing into the room. Mercy nodded, signaling for him to continue with his fantasies.
“And I think of your lips and kissing them, and your thighs and being between them,” Genji continued, the hand rubbing his clit starting to go faster. Mercy just nodded, taking in Genji’s words and processing them. She wanted to get on top of him, to ravish him and indulge in his every fantasy right then and there, but she needed to keep her composure. She needed Genji to know that she was still his doctor. Without a second thought, she grabbed Genji’s free hand, taking it under her lab coat and placing it on her ass. Genji gasped but squeezed it.
“Do you like that, Genji?” Mercy asked, using her free hand to stroke Genji’s hair idly. Genji didn’t answer at first, instead focusing on squeezing and toying with Mercy’s ass. He pulled Mercy closer to him, her thighs pressing against the edge of the bed.
“It’s so soft,” Genji moaned, his fingers digging into Mercy’s ass. It was now Mercy’s turn to sigh. It wasn’t long until Genji pulled at the fabric of Mercy’s mauve pants, trying to take them off.
“Do you want to see your doctor in her underwear?” Mercy chuckled, her hand leaving Genji’s hair and joining her other hand on her waistband. Genji nodded frantically, his hand now clawing at her pants. Mercy smiled, deciding that she wasn’t going to fight back. She reached down, unzipping her boots from the back and kicking them off before pulling down her pants. Genji watched in awe. Milky thighs slipped out of their mauve prison, their only guards now being a lacy, black thong and soft, white boot socks. Genji tried to reach forward and pull the front of her thong down, but Mercy slapped his hand away.
“Careful, Genji; don’t want to scare your doctor away now, do you?” Mercy winked. However, she gave him some gratification by grabbing his hand and softly placing it on her clothed cunt. Genji’s face turned hot as he rubbed it, garnering a soft moan from Mercy. Genji shifted his hand, slipping two fingers between her thighs and pressing upward.
“You’re wet,” Genji announced a slight shock in his voice.
“How couldn’t I be? You have such charming fantasies of me after all,” Mercy cooed, softly grinding into Genji’s fingers, her clit rubbing against the rough fabric of her panties. She put a hand back into Genji’s hair. Genji leaned forward, softly kissing the fabric of her thong and making Mercy’s cheeks bright pink. Genji’s hand left his pussy, transferring it to Mercy’s hip. He looked up at Mercy, eyes pleading.
“May I turn you around, Angela?” Genji asked.
“You may,” Mercy nodded. Wasting no time, Genji pulled his other hand out between Mercy’s thighs and turned her around. He bit his lip as he pulled up Mercy’s coat and sweater, catching a full glimpse of her ass. He palmed it, squeezing the soft skin in his hands. Mercy leaned back into his hand.
“Your ass is so cute,” Genji mumbled, transferring his second hand to Mercy’s ass, fondling it even more.
“Is it really?” Mercy giggled, biting her lip, trying to conceal her moans. Her eyes fluttered as Genji continued to caress her.
“God, yes. I watch it every time you walk. Every part of you is so, so perfect.”
“Do you want to see more, Genji?”
“Of course, Angela.”
“What are you willing to do for me?”
“Anything you please. Just say it, and I’ll do it.”
Much to his chagrin, Mercy pulled away from Genji’s touch and began undressing. She shed her lab coat, pulled her sweater over her head, and tossed it to the side. She was wearing a lace bra that matched her thong.
It drove Genji wild.
Without missing a beat, Mercy turned around to face Genji. She placed her hands on the side of the bed and swung her legs over, straddling Genji. He put his hands around his wrists.
“You look so pretty, Angela,” Genji mumbled softly, peeling his arms from Mercy’s wrists and reaching up to grab her breasts. Mercy allowed him, letting out a soft moan as he squeezed them.
“Mmh, you love my body, don’t you?” Mercy cooed, sliding her hands up and holding Genji’s face with so much tenderness that they felt like those of a ghost. Genji nodded, fondling Mercy’s soft breasts, sneakily trying to pull the fabric of her bra down. Mercy just ignored it, letting Genji play with her.
“It turns me on. I touch myself to just the thought of it,” Genji explained. He pulled the fabric of Mercy’s bra down, the cups buckling and letting her breasts fall out. Genji ran his thumb over one of Mercy’s nipples, earning an open-mouthed moan from the woman beside him.
“What do you want to do to me?” Mercy asked, dreamy eyes looking down as she ran her thumb over Genji’s lips. Instead of putting his fantasies into words again, Genji opted to act them out. He slipped his hands down, tucking his fingers underneath the wire of Mercy’s bra and pulling it, driving Mercy forward. They came face to face, their noses gently rubbing against each other. Mercy’s hands tightened their grip around Genji’s face, holding it tighter. Genji slowly wrapped his arms around Mercy’s body before pulling her closer, his lips softly grazing hers as he gave her a feather-light kiss. Mercy kissed back, softly shutting her eyes as she did so. They held that position, their kiss slowly evolving into something more desperate and hungry. Genji raised his hands, tangling them in Mercy’s soft, blond hair. Mercy moaned as she pulled away, bright eyes opening back up to see Genji looking at her, admiring her even further.
“Is that what you wanted, Genji?” Mercy whispered.
“Yes,” Genji nodded weakly. Mercy smiled, leaning in for another kiss, which Genji was happy to give. Mercy pulled one of her hands away from Genji’s face, earning a soft whine from him. She reached down, hooking her thumb into the waistband of her thong and pulling it down to her mid-thighs. Genji’s clit was large enough that the tip was pressing against her’s with how close they were. Genji let out a stifled gasp.
“You’re so warm,” Genji mumbled as he pulled away from their kiss.
“I love everything about you.”
“What do you love the most about me?” Mercy asked, beginning to grind against Genji’s clit. Genji softly groaned.
“I have fantasies for every part of you. There isn’t one thing I’ve left out,” Genji continued to toy with Mercy’s hair, soft blond strands wrapping around his finger like tiny, golden snakes. Mercy smiled upon hearing his words. Despite having known her for so long, she didn’t think he’d given her so much thought. She knew he had appreciated her work, wit, smarts, and charm, but never had she ever thought he’d be so attracted to her body. Mercy gave him another grind, her ears being blessed to hear yet another of his adorable moans.
“Well then, tell me your favorite,” Mercy cooed, leaning down and giving his lower lip a small bite and suckle. She loved watching the scars on Genji’s face contorted with every noise he made. She let go of Genji’s lip to kiss a particularly thick scar cutting across his nose.
“Mmh, my favorite one is thinking of you on my bed, laying on your back. You’re all naked just for me, and you’re playing with your breasts while waiting for me,” Genji described his fantasy, softly rubbing his clit against Mercy’s as he did so. He removed his hands from Mercy’s hair, sliding them down her back, settling them on her ass, cupping it, and holding it. Mercy giggled and allowed Genji to grind on her, indulging in the pleasure that radiated from it. Mercy removed her hands from Genji’s face, one planting itself next to his head and pushing herself up at an angle so that her breasts were visible, but her clit was still pressing against Genji’s. She used her other hand to reach up and caress her breasts, giving Genji the show he desired. Genji watched with intent, his breathing turning to short, stiff huffs. Genji took a handoff Mercy’s ass and used it to massage Mercy’s breasts, his hand sliding on top of hers.
“So soft, so perfect… I’ve never wanted something so badly,” Genji whimpered softly, squeezing Mercy’s chest. Mercy moved her hand out of the way, allowing Genji better access to her. Genji’s other hand moved up, gently wrapping around the back of her neck and pushing her head down, allowing him to nuzzle his nose into the side of Mercy’s neck, inhaling her sweet, flowery scent. He planted a small kiss on the tender skin, finding content in hearing Mercy make a soft noise.
“Do you stare often? Mercy asked, tilting her neck every way she could to get more of Genji’s sweet kisses. Genji granted her wish, peppering her neck in kisses as he began grinding harder against her. However, Genji seemed rather bashful to give his response, instead opting to bury his face even further into Mercy’s neck. Mercy moved her free hand from Genji’s face to his hair, pulling him out.
“Come on, Genji, I’m your doctor. It helps to know these things. I promise I won't get mad,” Mercy teased, kissing Genji on the tip of his nose.
“I’d be lying if I said I don’t,” Genji admitted, his hand feeling up Mercy’s breast, taking her nipple between his fingers and lightly pinching it while smearing kisses all along her neck. In return, Mercy gave him a hard grind, making Genji jolt.
“Such a pervert,” Mercy cooed, shifting her hand from Genji’s hair to his face, tightly clutching it, keeping his head still as she looked deep into his eyes.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” Genji moaned, fighting to look away from Mercy, but Mercy’s hand wouldn’t let up anytime soon. Instead, she began grinding against Genji even harder. Genji began to shiver, thrusting his hips upward, chasing the friction Mercy offered him.
“Oh, you love watching your doctor walk and staring at her tits, hm? Can’t get enough of her?” Mercy taunted, clutching Genji’s chin even tighter and grinding against him harder, her lips forming a beautiful “O” as she moaned. Her makeup began to become smeared, eyeliner dripping down, and dark eyeshadow smudging out with sweat. It didn’t matter how messy her face had become; she knew Genji would still find her sexier than ever. Genji opened his mouth to respond, but Mercy leaned down and kissed him instead, her tongue tasting the inside of his mouth. Genji moaned, his hands squeezing Mercy harder, trying to pull her closer. Genji gave her his tongue in return. Sharp moans were interspersed within their kiss, their grinding having gone to a rough, frantic pace. Eventually, Mercy pulled away from the kiss, teasingly biting Genji’s lip as she did so. Genji looked up at her, brows sloping and his eyes turning soft yet pleading.
“I bet you want your doctor on top of you all the time,” Mercy continued to tease, her face so close to Genji’s that her lips brushed his with every word she spoke. Mercy shifted, wrapping her arms around Genji’s upper body and pulling him close as she continued her harsh grinding. Genji sighed heavily, relieved in his ability to breathe and speak quickly again. Genji wrapped his arms around Mercy’s neck and shoulders, holding her tightly.
“I would love that,” Genji moaned, softly petting Mercy’s hair. Genji began to wrap his legs around Mercy, trying to pull her closer. Mercy took notice of this and used it to her advantage.
“You’re my best patient. You know that? You’re the only one who loves your doctor this much,” Mercy smiled. Suddenly, Mercy stopped grinding against Genji, causing the man to let out a long whine.
“Do you love your doctor, Genji?” Mercy cooed.
“God, yes. I fucking love her so much,” Genji moaned, desperately grinding against Mercy as he threw his head back.
“What do you love about her?”
“I love everything about her. I love her tits, her ass, her face; I love every part of her. I love her voice; I love how she says my name; I love the way she touches me. I daydream about how good she tastes, and I look forward to all of our visits. I love my doctor. I love you,” Genji sobbed his heart out, holding Mercy’s body as tightly as he could as he dug his face into her shoulder. He continued grinding against Mercy, his clit roughly and hungrily rubbing against hers.
Mercy couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t want to be in power anymore; she just wanted Genji. She wanted his warm embrace, his sweet words, his beautiful smile. She enjoyed every part of him and couldn’t hold herself back from granting herself that privilege anymore. Immediately, she smacked her lips against Genji’s, eagerly searching for his sweet taste again. Genji moaned, feverishly kissing her back.
“I love you, Genji. I love you so much. I love you; I can't describe it. I just want you, every part of you,” Mercy sighed breathlessly between kisses, half of them not even reaching Genji’s lips from how eager she was. I love you.
“But, we can’t date-” another kiss cut off Genji.
“I don’t care. As long as I can love you like this, that’s all I need,” Mercy keened, fat, passionate tears rolling down her cheeks and onto Genji’s face and neck. Genji didn’t pay them any mind, instead kissing the tears off her skin, cleaning them from her red cheeks.
“I love you, Angela,” Genji sighed into her cheek, kissing it softly.
“I love you too, Genji.”
Despite their build-up and heavy words exchanged between them, their climaxes were relatively quiet. Genji dug his face into Mercy’s neck as he came, holding Mercy close and tight, taking in as much of her warmth as he could. Mercy, meanwhile, grabbed Genji by the back of his head, crying out in pleasure as she held him. Their embrace was everything she wanted and craved: warm, sweet, long, and endearing. It was the only source of heat, and that cold lab, and the two of them could only wish that it would never end.
Unfortunately, all good things end.
The two calmed down from their highs, heavy breathing filling the room as their hands began to relax from each other. Genji gently rubbed her back, ignoring the new, sweaty texture that he only now started to notice. Mercy, meanwhile, stroked Genji’s hair. She peppered his forehead in small, sweet kisses, mumbling praises under her breath and against his skin. Genji shut his eyes, indulging in the beautiful feeling that was in Mercy’s arms. He rested his head on her shoulder.
“Are you mad?” Genji blurted out loud, pulling his face out of Mercy’s shoulder to look her in the eyes.
“About what?”
“About the fantasies, my words, and just everything I said,” Genji mumbled, looking away in embarrassment. However, Mercy could only chuckle as she tilted Genji’s head back to look at her. She leaned down to give him a soft kiss on the lips before stating:
“I can’t say it surprised me. I always suspected we were a little more than friends.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
“How much more than friends?” Genji smirked, cocking his head to the side. Mercy giggled, softly petting his hair. Even in the tiring afterglow of his orgasm, Genji was ever the charmer.