Genji had been worried when the Cordis moon had arrived and he'd undergone no changes. He had not fully transformed, nor had he even sprouted ears and a tail. He felt a normal level of flirtatious, and didn't have people tossing themselves at him.
He'd gone to Angela, and she'd done a thorough examination, declaring him in otherwise normal health. There was some cause for concern, but it wasn't yet a huge one. Some people simply weren't affected strongly. It was probably just slight enough he couldn't tell.
He'd accepted that as the most reasonable explanation and moved on with the Cordis moon.
That had changed when the Iris moon arrived. He awoke with a deep longing inside him, something which was not entirely unusual but not so strong, normally. As soon as he'd moved, he realized he had indeed changed. Tall, white bunny ears sprung out of his green hair, and when he twisted to look behind him he'd indeed sprouted a fluffy-looking cottontail at the base of his spine.
He had the feeling other things had changed, but that and the odd, strong longing to be near someone had lead to him quickly dressing, not noticing his armor had gone white, and going to Angela's house, knocking quickly and hurriedly on the door.
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Given the amount of chroma that is missing from his reserves... well, he is not sure what to think, other than this place still has surprises to give. Genji's not about to let this change affect him.
Except, it does. He finds himself drifting and downright cuddling strangers, leaning on people's shoulders and folding his ears back so not to bother them. Already protective and noble instincts are exaggerated, making him 'stand up' for people during minor offenses, creating quite a nuisance. So you might easily be on the end of a lecture about watching where you are going, or getting stealthily napped on by a sleepy bun moonblessed.
It also means he's protective of his friends, and he loops his arms around anyone he knows that he might be talking to, occasionally shooting protective glares at people around them.
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Sometimes the need gets to be too much. While Genji is usually quite easy to get into bed, he's also working with a different change that he's still wrangling control of. It's quite easy to flirt with him, but getting him into bed is a different story.
... or you can encounter him in a public bathroom, trying to muffle himself as he jerks off to take off the edge.
( ooc: as it will be relevant in smut threads, genji under iris has intersexed genitalia, meaning he has both a penis and a vagina. he's conspicuously lacking balls, however. )
[If anything has made itself apparent since the whole Lightless fiasco, it's that they're not going anywhere anytime soon. Not even the criminally inclined seemed to know the deal with why the Moon Knights kept using the moonblessed to do their work for them without giving any sort of information as to when they could go home.
In the meanwhile, Hanzo doesn't plan to settle for living half a life while abandoned away from home. At least he has Genji. Which, at first, had seemed like a blessing...but now it was as if they were back to being children and little things would trigger the older brother to nag the younger.
This time he's in the kitchen, putting something together for dinner when Genji appears to be all in his space. Usually he can manage by moving away but it becomes apparent that his brother's new moonblessing is not going to be easy for him. Hanzo can smell rabbit all over the house, but he tolerates it until the cyborg is beside him.]
Watching me prepare supper is not going to finish it any sooner, Genji.
[ genji knows he must be getting on his brother's nerves by now - but he understands now why angela had requested they not lay together during her first moonblessing. everything is so much - his desires, his worries, his need to protect and be protected in turn.
thankfully, it's not as if he's doing anything like rubbing up on hanzo. but he's still finding ways to tuck himself against his brother's side, holding onto his arm or just wholly hugging him.
right now he's peering over his shoulder, bun ears raised high on his head. when hanzo chides him, his ears go down a little.
he is already holding onto his waist. god help them. ]
I am hungry. [ and lonely, he doesn't say. ] Is there anything I can do to help?
[Hanzo would argue that Genji is slightly less irritating on his nerves now compared to the first 24 hours of his transformation. And, unfortunately, the archer had gotten used to it.
He switches the spatula to his other hand so he can lift and arm and drop it around his brother. It's clear that he wants some attention or affection. Hanzo's not clear on the specifics, but he assumes it has something to do with the new moonblessing.]
You can help by not helping.
[He's joking, but since he's nearly finished anyway there's no harm in allowing Genji to put all his energy toward something productive.]
The green onions. [Hanzo points to the counter where he hadn't finished doing it because he had been distracted.] Chop them for me.
[ that is indeed what genji wants, and he lays his head on hanzo's shoulder when hanzo wraps an arm around him. he's loathe to let him go to help with the onions, in truth, but he knows he's being a pain and he might as well be useful in some capacity.
his ears perk up as he reluctantly pulls away, going to the counter to chop up said onions. it's not as neat as hanzo might do it but it's decent, at the very least, and doesn't take very long. ]
[ normally the shimada house is a very meat oriented household. but it'd only taken one meal for them to discover that whatever had made him like this had also made his stomach intolerable to handling meat.
a regret, for his normal choice of protein. but the vegetable stir fry smells delicious, and so genji is happy, as his ears perk up again. ]
Rice sounds wonderful. I would hardly turn down a stir fry from your hands.
[ of the two of them, hanzo has the better hand for cooking. ]
[Hanzo doesn't mind the vegetables. Obviously he craves meat during certain times of the month, but for now he's fine looking after his brother.]
Good. It is already being cooked. [Not that he wouldn't find other uses for the rice. His appetite is healthier now that he's trying not to drink as often.
Eventually he turns off the stove and puts his arms around Genji, because he knows it'll calm him down at least a little until he can serve the food. Even when they were boys he never found himself being too physically affectionate, but..when they were boys his brother didn't have fluffy ears and a cute tail.]
[ genji makes a small noise when hanzo turns around to hug him. he is stiff for half a second before he all but melts into it, laying his cheek against his brother's shoulder. his ears droop backwards a bit and he sighs heavily. ]
I do not like this.
[ he likes being affectionate with hanzo, do not get him wrong. but this need to be held or otherwise feel, for lack of a better word, stressed and upset, is not the way he wants to live a week and a half of his life every month. ]
I feel as if I am four years old again and begging to stay in your room because I am scared of the thunder.
[When the influence of the moon is this powerful it is only natural for one to seek those with whom one shares the closest relationships- out of concern, out of affection, out of, of... as a general rule, Zenyatta does not shy away from self-reflection. But in this particular instance, sat across from Genji as they attempt to meditate beneath the intoxicating light of Cordis and Iris alike, he is not sure if he is ready to follow where it will lead at this precise moment.
It had certainly been a shock to discover that Genji's moonblessing had been altered, though he seemed by and large to be taking it in his stride. It was not as if the change was an unpleasant one, Zenyatta supposed; with those great, soft ears and the little puff of white he now called a tail his student was, as he had instantly informed him, nothing short of adorable.
But then, perhaps that was part of the problem.
The chime of his orbs, already slowed to a crawl, finally trails off completely. The longer Zenyatta spends in his presence, even with a few feet of space between them and their minds supposedly on higher matters, the more uncomfortably aware he becomes of Genji's body and the furnace within it. The supple curves of him, rounded hips that beg to be gripped, a tidy waist that would seem all the lovelier arched, lovely-
So much for meditation. Before Zenyatta can rein himself back in he finds he's staring at Genji. Even if Genji were not familiar with the feeling of his master's optics upon him by now, the way his robotic ears have swivelled forward and his tail flicks restlessly behind him says it all. He is utterly transfixed.
[ genji has had some time to adjust to his new moonblessing. it has been an adjustment he's not sure what to do. while he enjoys sex, he does not usually crave it the way he has been under iris. at the very least, being close and cuddling with people seems to sate it somewhat.
he's also not used to the amount of people who are interested in him because of it. he knows cordis has a similar effect, but his new pheromones seem to invite a different kind of attention - one he's not always happy with.
being with zenyatta had been intended as a balm. his master is always even-keeled, even under the cordis moon, that it should have been simple to sit and meditate. however, even genji is affected by his master's scent, and it's hard to focus when he's being driven to distraction. every shift and chime has his hears perking up towards zenyatta, and he shifts where he sits crossed-legged.
after the chiming stops and he can feel the staring, he peeks open his eyes to find his master looking at him. he heaves a heavy sigh. without even thinking about it, he shifts closer and lays his head on his master's slender shoulder. ]
[Unfortunately for Genji those ears are one of the most wonderfully distracting parts of his new form, soft and white and leaving his every emotion so very much in evidence. What he would like to do is pet them, Zenyatta decides dreamily: first the swansdown velvet exterior, letting his fingertips feel the beat of his student's heart through the delicate skin, then down to the base for a gentle scratch.
(Some darker, more possessive voice urges him to wrap it around his cock and stroke the two of them to his own climax. He, with difficult, silences it.)
It becomes no easier to resist, though, when Genji shifts. The proximity is at once claustrophobic and intoxicating, but he realises very quickly that he would not want it any other way.]
Nor I, my student. [His own sigh is softer, though it must reverberate through Genji's body as he nestles in closer; before he can help himself he is unfurling his mudra in favour of lacing their fingers together on his knee, stroking the back of Genji's palm.] Perhaps it would be better if we- granted each other some space, during this time of the month.
[ there's a part of genji that would like nothing more than to remain like this - letting the thrum of his master's body soothe him, his hand against genji's with their fingers laced together.
another part of him tells him he could just as easily take, crawl into his masters lap and pull at the fabric there until he finds what he would prefer to sate the cravings he has.
but he pushes that aside. at least until zenyatta's sent shifts, making genji's ears perk up again, taught. without hearing zenyatta say it, he's aware of what it would be a 'shame' to do.
it is not just his new moonblessing that drives him, however, when he raises his head. ]
Would it?
[ he squeezes zenyatta's hand gently. ]
This place changes us, and sometimes our desires. But I can say that it is... something I had considered before even coming here.
[Even the smallest of Genji's motions feel dangerously personal, as if they were moving against one another rather than simply next to him, and it is liable to set his imagination racing all over again if he is not careful- but as he trains his attention onto Genji's face once more it becomes clear that reality will provide more than enough intellectual stimulation.
The warm, dark glow of his eyes is, as always, arresting. It takes the electric shock of Genji's touch to bring him back, and only then does he truly process what he's been told.]
You had... considered... [He sounds-- well, he sounds precisely the way he feels, as if Genji had abruptly begun to speak in a code in which he is only halfway fluent.] Are you quite certain?
[It could be Genji's heat. It could be the moons, or his own heady pheromones, too potent for even an enhanced respiratory system to truly filter out. His body need not listen to sense, already onlining with soft, needy little pulses, but his will must.]
[ genji leans into his own minx-like nature, letting his hand shift to rest on his master's thigh, leaning closer to lean his forehead against the bright lights of zenyatta's. ]
I have. Even before we were here, I had wondered, but it seemed more important to keep things chaste. I know things are different here.
[ he asks genji to not tease him, and genji chuckles softly, raising his other hand to rest over the warm metal of his chest. ]
I know I have been free with my affections but I would not tease you if I did not truly mean to offer, Zenyatta.
[And Zenyatta knows it is pure self-indulgence, to feel himself all but purring when he knows their trust should transcend shallow physical attraction, but he is, and that hand on his thigh is no great aid in the matter. He answers without thinking, voice almost distant and wondering.]
I have always thought you beautiful. Surely I must have told you...
[It is difficult to be sure. So much passes unspoken between them that perhaps he has simply taken it for granted that Genji would know.
Their brows are touching, yes, but all of a sudden it is simply not enough. Already the thick length of his tail is winding its way around Genji's waist, curling intimately against his lower belly so that the tip licks delicate strokes across the skin-mesh there. If he pulled just a little more, Zenyatta thinks, if Genji submitted to that gentle pressure, he could ease him into his lap or perhaps...]
[ genji, ever the minx that he is, chuckles when zenyatta wonders if he had ever told him. ]
I know you appreciate the human form, master, but your eyes have lingered on me far longer than normal.
[ or at least, he imagines they have, and so he's confident in his deductions. genji hardly needs the urging of zenyatta's tail around his waist. once he is sure that the monk will not rebuff his affections out of some misplaced chastity, he moves forward to sit in zenyatta's lap, legs on either side of his hips as he slides his hands up, one along the metal of his shoulder to cup his 'cheek', the other over the top of that fabric that sits between the two of them. ]
Angela had been worried, too. But she's had relatively light Iris cycles herself, now and then, and she knows a few people who barely display any traits at all. Still, Genji hadn't shown signs of a single enlarged canine or sharper eyes— strange, but perhaps not a terrible advancement. Maybe they're just growing accustomed to the changes and they'll wane over time?
It's all she could offer him, and it was far from a scientific or confident answer. And it certainly didn't mean she expected him to arrive in the middle of the night, new moon casting the city in a quiet lavender, as if to soothe all frayed nerves of the previous moons. The sharp raps against the door alarm her, ears perking up where she'd been nearly asleep in her own bed, slipping from the duvet barely warmed by her body heat and padding barefoot through the flat to the door.
There's no peephole, but it didn't matter. She has little enough cause for worry, and opens the door still in one of her partners' henleys hanging off her shoulder, concern already between her brows.
The white of his armor almost goes unnoticed; the ears, however, and the look on his face, doesn't escape her even for a second.
"Genji...?" A hand is held out for him, tentative but immediate, seeking one of his or an embrace to invite him in. "Those ears... Are you all right?"
"No," he answers honestly, because with everything having shifted so suddenly he does feel off balance, and wrong. Or perhaps he's afraid because of how easily it seems to have happened, too.
Regardless, when she offers a hand, he takes more than that - he steps close and ducks his head down, tucking himself against her front and hugging her, his ears twitching back to lay down against his head. Even just being close to someone soothes his nerves, making him sigh softly (even if he wrinkles his nose a little at the scent on her henley).
"I woke up and I was like this - like I am under Iris."
It only has her brows furrowing deeper, canting further, but he steps right in and she's quick to wrap her arms about him as he tucks in against her, one hand up to stroke over his hair and explore one of those soft ears folding back.
Sorry about the clothes, Genji. You can take it off her once she closes the door, promise.
She'll give him a moment to settle and relax, now that he's here.
"The traits are quite telling. Perhaps they're not concrete assignments...? If your demeanor has changed, for example, being around those you care about again. Luckily, you know a veteran."
It's a gentle tease, even as far as usual teasing went. She's trying to set him at ease.
"We'll figure out if it's affecting anyone else. For now, come inside. Let's be sure of what else may be going on."
Tucked up against her, the ache and worry eases in increments, almost with the touch of her hand through his hair and ears. When she steps back to let him inside, it doesn't feel dire, though he's quick to follow her.
"But why now? Why not earlier, then?"
The only thing that had really changed was the appearance of Commander Reyes. Genji felt no need to "give up" command now that he was around, though. Still, his brows are furrowed, showing he clearly doesn't expect an answer to his rhetorical questions.
She remembers the feeling of relief just to be able to touch someone. Her first Iris cycle, she'd felt like she was about to shrivel up and freeze to death while passing out from heatstroke, overheated and desperate and needing attention, to have some other half to fit to. Then the more primal urges, of course. The need to be mated with like an animal, which only left her deeply embarrassed to have to explain to... anyone. It wasn't pleasant when it caught you off-guard and you didn't initially know what to do. Whether or not something was wrong or it was something to take in stride, or where to even begin.
The fact that he relaxes to her touch and into her arms only has her squeezing him that much closer as she draws him inside, door closed and locked behind him as she slowly separates from him, keeping hold of his hand and the other sliding back from his hair to cup his cheek.
"I'm sure it could be nearly anything, Genji. Perhaps you're simply feeling more comfortable, now, as we grow used to the people we have and the dynamics we've settled into."
There's less sense of indulging in something he "shouldn't have" or "hasn't had", now, so much as that they're simply giving into the affection and accepting that they can deserve it. It's becoming more natural.
"Or perhaps it's entirely something with the moons and not about us at all. Closer orbits, polarization if they pass too close to one another, changes in their surface chemistry or activity beneath the crust."
She shrugs, arm twining with his as she moves to walk back inside and bring him straight to her room where he can get comfortable and climb in bed with her, where it's still warmed through from her sleep.
"You know you never need to thank me; I'm just glad you came. Come on, you. Let's get comfortable and have a look."
There's a bit of mischief in the way her hands find the edges of whatever he's donned just to run down to her room; the temptation to see if he has a little fluffy tail is entirely too strong.
He listens to her explanations with a deep frown still on his face. He can accept not having the answers to why, but it does not bother him any less, in the moment. Regardless, he is safe here with her, and relaxes a bit.
He doesn't even realize she's looking for his tail - which he has - until her hands touch it and he jumps a little, then laughs.
"I see you are unable to keep your hands off me."
It's a light tease, something more like his normal self... but he's still plastered right up against her side on the bed.
Angela knows it isn't what he wants to hear and that it's no less troubling, but it gave him multiple venues that had little to do with him, in the end. This isn't his fault. It's just this place, as inexplicable as ever.
She's smiling softly when her fingertips dip under his sweats and start to peel them off him, brushing over his tail and leaving him jumping. It was as soft as she could have expected. She turns into him with the tease so they're front to front, half-holding him as she pushes the material down the curve of his rear for him to shimmy out of, sure to toss them aside before she's feeling about for releases on as much as his armor as he may still have on for the day. The hoodie will be next.
"When have I ever been able to?" A tease right back, of course; she hadn't meant to brush over it when she was only hoping to see. "I just wanted to see you free of a few unnecessary layers, is all. How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
He indeed shimmies out of the pants, sitting up to help her with the armor that's left on his legs - pausing a moment when he sees the normal chrome has gone opaque white. After a moment he settles on putting it aside. Questions can happen later.
He shrugs out of his hoodie next, where far less armor is remaining on him. She asks how he's doing, and his ears perk forwards, long and expressive, before drooping down.
"Needy," is what he ends up going with. "I feel like crawling into bed with anyone and cuddling." And a bit more than that, certainly, but "be close and protect" seems to override his other instincts for now.
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JULY IRIS MOON (blessing change)
Genji had been worried when the Cordis moon had arrived and he'd undergone no changes. He had not fully transformed, nor had he even sprouted ears and a tail. He felt a normal level of flirtatious, and didn't have people tossing themselves at him.
He'd gone to Angela, and she'd done a thorough examination, declaring him in otherwise normal health. There was some cause for concern, but it wasn't yet a huge one. Some people simply weren't affected strongly. It was probably just slight enough he couldn't tell.
He'd accepted that as the most reasonable explanation and moved on with the Cordis moon.
That had changed when the Iris moon arrived. He awoke with a deep longing inside him, something which was not entirely unusual but not so strong, normally. As soon as he'd moved, he realized he had indeed changed. Tall, white bunny ears sprung out of his green hair, and when he twisted to look behind him he'd indeed sprouted a fluffy-looking cottontail at the base of his spine.
He had the feeling other things had changed, but that and the odd, strong longing to be near someone had lead to him quickly dressing, not noticing his armor had gone white, and going to Angela's house, knocking quickly and hurriedly on the door.
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Given the amount of chroma that is missing from his reserves... well, he is not sure what to think, other than this place still has surprises to give. Genji's not about to let this change affect him.
Except, it does. He finds himself drifting and downright cuddling strangers, leaning on people's shoulders and folding his ears back so not to bother them. Already protective and noble instincts are exaggerated, making him 'stand up' for people during minor offenses, creating quite a nuisance. So you might easily be on the end of a lecture about watching where you are going, or getting stealthily napped on by a sleepy bun moonblessed.
It also means he's protective of his friends, and he loops his arms around anyone he knows that he might be talking to, occasionally shooting protective glares at people around them.
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Sometimes the need gets to be too much. While Genji is usually quite easy to get into bed, he's also working with a different change that he's still wrangling control of. It's quite easy to flirt with him, but getting him into bed is a different story.
... or you can encounter him in a public bathroom, trying to muffle himself as he jerks off to take off the edge.
( ooc: as it will be relevant in smut threads, genji under iris has intersexed genitalia, meaning he has both a penis and a vagina. he's conspicuously lacking balls, however. )
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In the meanwhile, Hanzo doesn't plan to settle for living half a life while abandoned away from home. At least he has Genji. Which, at first, had seemed like a blessing...but now it was as if they were back to being children and little things would trigger the older brother to nag the younger.
This time he's in the kitchen, putting something together for dinner when Genji appears to be all in his space. Usually he can manage by moving away but it becomes apparent that his brother's new moonblessing is not going to be easy for him. Hanzo can smell rabbit all over the house, but he tolerates it until the cyborg is beside him.]
Watching me prepare supper is not going to finish it any sooner, Genji.
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thankfully, it's not as if he's doing anything like rubbing up on hanzo. but he's still finding ways to tuck himself against his brother's side, holding onto his arm or just wholly hugging him.
right now he's peering over his shoulder, bun ears raised high on his head. when hanzo chides him, his ears go down a little.
he is already holding onto his waist. god help them. ]
I am hungry. [ and lonely, he doesn't say. ] Is there anything I can do to help?
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He switches the spatula to his other hand so he can lift and arm and drop it around his brother. It's clear that he wants some attention or affection. Hanzo's not clear on the specifics, but he assumes it has something to do with the new moonblessing.]
You can help by not helping.
[He's joking, but since he's nearly finished anyway there's no harm in allowing Genji to put all his energy toward something productive.]
The green onions. [Hanzo points to the counter where he hadn't finished doing it because he had been distracted.] Chop them for me.
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his ears perk up as he reluctantly pulls away, going to the counter to chop up said onions. it's not as neat as hanzo might do it but it's decent, at the very least, and doesn't take very long. ]
What were you cooking again?
[ hanzo may have told him but he forgot oops. ]
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[Because he is soft and bunny!Genji deserve all the carrots and veggies his little cybogbunny heart desires.]
And rice.
[He pauses as if he'd completely forgotten to ask.]
I can add noodles to this instead of the rice if you prefer that?
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a regret, for his normal choice of protein. but the vegetable stir fry smells delicious, and so genji is happy, as his ears perk up again. ]
Rice sounds wonderful. I would hardly turn down a stir fry from your hands.
[ of the two of them, hanzo has the better hand for cooking. ]
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Good. It is already being cooked. [Not that he wouldn't find other uses for the rice. His appetite is healthier now that he's trying not to drink as often.
Eventually he turns off the stove and puts his arms around Genji, because he knows it'll calm him down at least a little until he can serve the food. Even when they were boys he never found himself being too physically affectionate, but..when they were boys his brother didn't have fluffy ears and a cute tail.]
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I do not like this.
[ he likes being affectionate with hanzo, do not get him wrong. but this need to be held or otherwise feel, for lack of a better word, stressed and upset, is not the way he wants to live a week and a half of his life every month. ]
I feel as if I am four years old again and begging to stay in your room because I am scared of the thunder.
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It had certainly been a shock to discover that Genji's moonblessing had been altered, though he seemed by and large to be taking it in his stride. It was not as if the change was an unpleasant one, Zenyatta supposed; with those great, soft ears and the little puff of white he now called a tail his student was, as he had instantly informed him, nothing short of adorable.
But then, perhaps that was part of the problem.
The chime of his orbs, already slowed to a crawl, finally trails off completely. The longer Zenyatta spends in his presence, even with a few feet of space between them and their minds supposedly on higher matters, the more uncomfortably aware he becomes of Genji's body and the furnace within it. The supple curves of him, rounded hips that beg to be gripped, a tidy waist that would seem all the lovelier arched, lovely-
So much for meditation. Before Zenyatta can rein himself back in he finds he's staring at Genji. Even if Genji were not familiar with the feeling of his master's optics upon him by now, the way his robotic ears have swivelled forward and his tail flicks restlessly behind him says it all. He is utterly transfixed.
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he's also not used to the amount of people who are interested in him because of it. he knows cordis has a similar effect, but his new pheromones seem to invite a different kind of attention - one he's not always happy with.
being with zenyatta had been intended as a balm. his master is always even-keeled, even under the cordis moon, that it should have been simple to sit and meditate. however, even genji is affected by his master's scent, and it's hard to focus when he's being driven to distraction. every shift and chime has his hears perking up towards zenyatta, and he shifts where he sits crossed-legged.
after the chiming stops and he can feel the staring, he peeks open his eyes to find his master looking at him. he heaves a heavy sigh. without even thinking about it, he shifts closer and lays his head on his master's slender shoulder. ]
I cannot focus.
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(Some darker, more possessive voice urges him to wrap it around his cock and stroke the two of them to his own climax. He, with difficult, silences it.)
It becomes no easier to resist, though, when Genji shifts. The proximity is at once claustrophobic and intoxicating, but he realises very quickly that he would not want it any other way.]
Nor I, my student. [His own sigh is softer, though it must reverberate through Genji's body as he nestles in closer; before he can help himself he is unfurling his mudra in favour of lacing their fingers together on his knee, stroking the back of Genji's palm.] Perhaps it would be better if we- granted each other some space, during this time of the month.
[He sounds wholly unconvinced.]
... it would be a shame...
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another part of him tells him he could just as easily take, crawl into his masters lap and pull at the fabric there until he finds what he would prefer to sate the cravings he has.
but he pushes that aside. at least until zenyatta's sent shifts, making genji's ears perk up again, taught. without hearing zenyatta say it, he's aware of what it would be a 'shame' to do.
it is not just his new moonblessing that drives him, however, when he raises his head. ]
Would it?
[ he squeezes zenyatta's hand gently. ]
This place changes us, and sometimes our desires. But I can say that it is... something I had considered before even coming here.
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The warm, dark glow of his eyes is, as always, arresting. It takes the electric shock of Genji's touch to bring him back, and only then does he truly process what he's been told.]
You had... considered... [He sounds-- well, he sounds precisely the way he feels, as if Genji had abruptly begun to speak in a code in which he is only halfway fluent.] Are you quite certain?
[It could be Genji's heat. It could be the moons, or his own heady pheromones, too potent for even an enhanced respiratory system to truly filter out. His body need not listen to sense, already onlining with soft, needy little pulses, but his will must.]
Please do not tease me.
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I have. Even before we were here, I had wondered, but it seemed more important to keep things chaste. I know things are different here.
[ he asks genji to not tease him, and genji chuckles softly, raising his other hand to rest over the warm metal of his chest. ]
I know I have been free with my affections but I would not tease you if I did not truly mean to offer, Zenyatta.
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I have always thought you beautiful. Surely I must have told you...
[It is difficult to be sure. So much passes unspoken between them that perhaps he has simply taken it for granted that Genji would know.
Their brows are touching, yes, but all of a sudden it is simply not enough. Already the thick length of his tail is winding its way around Genji's waist, curling intimately against his lower belly so that the tip licks delicate strokes across the skin-mesh there. If he pulled just a little more, Zenyatta thinks, if Genji submitted to that gentle pressure, he could ease him into his lap or perhaps...]
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I know you appreciate the human form, master, but your eyes have lingered on me far longer than normal.
[ or at least, he imagines they have, and so he's confident in his deductions. genji hardly needs the urging of zenyatta's tail around his waist. once he is sure that the monk will not rebuff his affections out of some misplaced chastity, he moves forward to sit in zenyatta's lap, legs on either side of his hips as he slides his hands up, one along the metal of his shoulder to cup his 'cheek', the other over the top of that fabric that sits between the two of them. ]
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It's all she could offer him, and it was far from a scientific or confident answer. And it certainly didn't mean she expected him to arrive in the middle of the night, new moon casting the city in a quiet lavender, as if to soothe all frayed nerves of the previous moons. The sharp raps against the door alarm her, ears perking up where she'd been nearly asleep in her own bed, slipping from the duvet barely warmed by her body heat and padding barefoot through the flat to the door.
There's no peephole, but it didn't matter. She has little enough cause for worry, and opens the door still in one of her partners' henleys hanging off her shoulder, concern already between her brows.
The white of his armor almost goes unnoticed; the ears, however, and the look on his face, doesn't escape her even for a second.
"Genji...?" A hand is held out for him, tentative but immediate, seeking one of his or an embrace to invite him in. "Those ears... Are you all right?"
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Regardless, when she offers a hand, he takes more than that - he steps close and ducks his head down, tucking himself against her front and hugging her, his ears twitching back to lay down against his head. Even just being close to someone soothes his nerves, making him sigh softly (even if he wrinkles his nose a little at the scent on her henley).
"I woke up and I was like this - like I am under Iris."
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Sorry about the clothes, Genji. You can take it off her once she closes the door, promise.
She'll give him a moment to settle and relax, now that he's here.
"The traits are quite telling. Perhaps they're not concrete assignments...? If your demeanor has changed, for example, being around those you care about again. Luckily, you know a veteran."
It's a gentle tease, even as far as usual teasing went. She's trying to set him at ease.
"We'll figure out if it's affecting anyone else. For now, come inside. Let's be sure of what else may be going on."
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"But why now? Why not earlier, then?"
The only thing that had really changed was the appearance of Commander Reyes. Genji felt no need to "give up" command now that he was around, though. Still, his brows are furrowed, showing he clearly doesn't expect an answer to his rhetorical questions.
"Thank you for letting me come see you."
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The fact that he relaxes to her touch and into her arms only has her squeezing him that much closer as she draws him inside, door closed and locked behind him as she slowly separates from him, keeping hold of his hand and the other sliding back from his hair to cup his cheek.
"I'm sure it could be nearly anything, Genji. Perhaps you're simply feeling more comfortable, now, as we grow used to the people we have and the dynamics we've settled into."
There's less sense of indulging in something he "shouldn't have" or "hasn't had", now, so much as that they're simply giving into the affection and accepting that they can deserve it. It's becoming more natural.
"Or perhaps it's entirely something with the moons and not about us at all. Closer orbits, polarization if they pass too close to one another, changes in their surface chemistry or activity beneath the crust."
She shrugs, arm twining with his as she moves to walk back inside and bring him straight to her room where he can get comfortable and climb in bed with her, where it's still warmed through from her sleep.
"You know you never need to thank me; I'm just glad you came. Come on, you. Let's get comfortable and have a look."
There's a bit of mischief in the way her hands find the edges of whatever he's donned just to run down to her room; the temptation to see if he has a little fluffy tail is entirely too strong.
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He doesn't even realize she's looking for his tail - which he has - until her hands touch it and he jumps a little, then laughs.
"I see you are unable to keep your hands off me."
It's a light tease, something more like his normal self... but he's still plastered right up against her side on the bed.
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She's smiling softly when her fingertips dip under his sweats and start to peel them off him, brushing over his tail and leaving him jumping. It was as soft as she could have expected. She turns into him with the tease so they're front to front, half-holding him as she pushes the material down the curve of his rear for him to shimmy out of, sure to toss them aside before she's feeling about for releases on as much as his armor as he may still have on for the day. The hoodie will be next.
"When have I ever been able to?" A tease right back, of course; she hadn't meant to brush over it when she was only hoping to see. "I just wanted to see you free of a few unnecessary layers, is all. How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
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He shrugs out of his hoodie next, where far less armor is remaining on him. She asks how he's doing, and his ears perk forwards, long and expressive, before drooping down.
"Needy," is what he ends up going with. "I feel like crawling into bed with anyone and cuddling." And a bit more than that, certainly, but "be close and protect" seems to override his other instincts for now.
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jimjams i'm DEAD
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