“I love you Angela Ziegler. Do you love me?”
The two simply stared at one another, and though her gaze was filled with warmth, she said nothing. A few seconds passed. And then a minute. Still she remained silent. Genji didn’t have her ability to read expressions through metal, but even he could tell that she was pained, struggling.
Mercy was, in fact, fighting against feelings she had buried deep inside. It was wrong. The feelings she had were wrong, immoral even. Angela had always believed in peace, in saving others regardless of who they were or what they did. Send her the weak, broken and dying and she would do her best to heal their wounds and restore them to life.
When they had found Genji all those years ago, it was clear that he wasn’t in the right state of mind. He was frightened, full of rage and dying. And while he was in that state, Overwatch offered him a second chance, knowing full well what that process would entail. They couldn’t bring him back, at least not as he was before. He wouldn’t be the same, but it was okay, because he would be better. He would be stronger. He would be able to take down all the people who had wronged him, and exact his vengeance upon them. But what would happen once his mission was done? What would happen when the anger had all but dissipated, and his thirst for blood quenched. What would he do then? What would he think of what he had become? Overwatch brushed these questions aside. The man himself, of course, didn’t bother to think that far ahead. But she did. She knew.
What she was doing was not saving, it was condemning. She was creating a prison that would forever bind him. A prison that would strip him of his humanity. She was going to make him into a weapon. She knew all this, and she still did it. Ever since then, she had secretly struggled with these thoughts, never speaking them aloud. But it’s not like there was any other choice. She did the right thing. He was dying. It was the only way to save him. He wished for it to happen. However, even taking into account all of that, the guilt did not go away. It stayed.
While Mercy was struggling with these thoughts, Genji grew more and more apprehensive. He began to feel regret and said, “I realize I may be burdening you. It is alright if you say nothing. I just wanted you to know-”
Genji’s words bore into Mercy’s mind and blasted away all other thoughts. She realized that the man she had fallen for was confessing his feelings before her. The guilt she felt wouldn’t go away, but turning him away would do neither of them any good.
The two’s lips collided with one another. A sensation she had not felt for a long time entered her body. Angela had never been one for romance. Over the years, she had been with a number of men, but none ever felt more important to her than her work. But the man before her now, whose lips exuded an attractive force on her own, was different. He wasn’t more important than her work, nothing ever will, but he was someone who could be a part of her work. Someone who she could turn to for help. Someone who could ease her pain and worry.
Though she was slightly unwilling, she separated herself from him.
“I love you too, Genij.”
Genji stared in disbelief. “Oh. That- That is good.” The two then turned away from each other, not knowing what to say. After a while, Genji spoke. “May I ask why? Or rather how you came to love… whatever it is that I am?” Mercy looked at him with a quizzical look. “Oh, only if you are fine with saying it, that is!”
“No, no, it’s fine. I just never really thought about it. I suppose it just, happened.” Mercy eyed the floor thinking of a response. A playful smile then appeared on her face and she said, “It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to say it was your looks, would it?”
“Well, my face has seen better days, but my body is in top form. Having robot parts help.” The two laughed. “Looks however, certainly played a role for you.”
Mercy smiled coyly. “How sweet of you. It seems your skills as a playboy are resurfacing.”
Genji’s eyes widened. “That-, how did you-” It then occurred to Genji, why he had gained the courage to come here in the first place. “What else did that damn brother of mine say?”
“Mmm, not much. I have to say though, I never would have imagined that Genji Shimada was a rambunctious youth.”
“Yes, well, dying changes a person.”
Mercy let that line sink in for a bit before asking, “How many women have you slept with?”
“I am sorry?”
“We did just confess our love for each other, did we not? Surely you can answer this question.”
The look on her face told Genji that she was playing, but a part of him felt she had the right to know. “Um, well, if I had to estimate-”
“Genji, if you have to estimate then the number is already too high.”
“I- I apologize.” Genji lowered his head in shame.
Mercy just laughed.
After a bit of time passed, Mercy’s smile faded. The dark thoughts began to creep in again. “Are you truly okay with me, Genji?”
Genji was surprised by the question. “I do not understand.”
“I am responsible for what you have become. Surely, that has occurred to you.” It was then that all her apprehensions became clear to him. Genji laughed. “Don’t laugh! I’m serious, Genji!” The smile on his face did not go away. Instead, he placed a hand on her arm and pulled her in close.
Although Mercy was separated from Genji’s body by a layer of metal, she couldn’t help but feel warm in his embrace.
“Doctor Ziegler, even when I was at my lowest point, not once did I ever blame you for what had become of me.”
“What you did was save the life of a man. Nothing more. Nothing less. If you truly feel guilty for your actions, then all the more reason that we should be together, no?”
Mercy said nothing. She pulled away from him a little and looked at his face. It was horribly scarred, and yet she couldn’t help but feel attracted to it.
Genji watched as both her hands slowly made their way toward his face. He had to fight back the urge to move away.
Her hands made contact with his skin. She had touched him directly before during various check-ups, but this time was different. This time she thoroughly felt the cool, uneven skin. Others would call it disgusting, but to her he was no different than any other. Besides, even if the skin was no good, his eyes were powerful. They conveyed a sense of warmth, strength, and determination. There was also his lips which looked soft and, and attractive? Tantalizing?
The doctor felt her face heat up. “Say, how many women did you say you were with?”
“I- I did not say, doctor.”
“Right. Well, you must have plenty of experience then.” Genji didn’t know what to say. “Show me.”
As soon as he heard those words, sparks flowed through his whole body.
Next thing he knew, their lips were together once more, this time their tongues had joined as well. They held each other close as the sounds of their act echoed throughout the room. Minutes passed before their lips finally parted. Both of them were panting.
“How was the taste? Maybe you should add some of the formula?” Mercy giggled.
“Not necessary. It is fine just how it is.”
The two’s faces were filled with lust now, expressing their desire to take one another. Genji pushed her down onto the bed to consummate their love. A long night was ahead of them.
Woah! My first post certainly got popular enough. This isn’t the NSFW post I promised though, that will come later (much later since I am going on vacation). This one’s just a freebie. I wasn’t really satisfied with how the first one ended. It felt super rushed (not felt, it was rushed). So I made this to sort of expand on it. Hope you like it! If you have any suggestions for some scenarios to write about I’d be happy to hear them. Thanks for reading!