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Date: 2016-12-02 10:16 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴅʀɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ)
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The first assault had broken across Zenyatta like an earthquake beneath his feet; these aftershocks are far easier to endure. From beginning to end, he says nothing, refusing to let his head fall even for a second.

Then it's over, Junkrat seemingly having run out of steam for now. The storm clouds clear for a few precious moments, and in the quiet he makes a soft sound that might almost be a sigh to release the tension he's accumulated in the last few minutes. His shoulders drop, release- and then he straightens up again.

"That is fine." It takes less effort than he feared it might to get the words out; with one word he accepts Junkrat's aggression, and with the next he releases it as he would a wild animal. "I will respect your wishes and leave you to your own company from this point onward- on two conditions." Languidly, he raises one long, metal finger. "Firstly, I ask that you refrain from firing at me on missions. Secondly-"

He hesitates. Just for a second. He knows what he wants for his next term, but the odds of it being accepted...

Speak it.

"I would like to shake your hand. Just the once."

Date: 2016-12-03 09:42 pm (UTC)
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"I do not have a game," Zenyatta answers smoothly. He'd expected some resistance from the moment he made his proposition. "I want to demonstrate my respect for you, and for your wishes."

Besides, he reasons silently, what harm could he really do to Junkrat? He's already missing one arm, as he's already so charmingly pointed out. He holds his hand out in hopeful expectation- hopeful, that is, that it won't be yanked clean out of his wrist joint for scrap metal.

Date: 2016-12-03 10:25 pm (UTC)
tekhartha: (ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ)
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There it is again. That aggression. The last few minutes, it seems, have been little more than the eye of Junkrat's storm, and it has already passed over the both of them. Zenyatta gives a small, disappointed sigh, and rises to his feet again.

"I will oblige your first condition, if not the second- if you shake my hand." For such a soft voice it truly is impressive, how hard he can make it sound. Not angry, or aggressive- just determined. He will not be moved on this, even if he is already gliding across the floor to where Junkrat sits. It also, conveniently, brings him closer to the door. "Just the once."

you have picked the wrong opponent junkrat

Date: 2016-12-05 09:35 pm (UTC)
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Startling though the accusation may seem, Zenyatta cannot help but wonder if it isn't a perfectly logical leap. All that's changed is that he's now asserting not only his dominance but his masculinity in the broadest way he possibly can: with height, and with a passionless leer.

He pauses. This is where he could give up, or give in, continue to take Junkrat's seemingly bottomless supply of hatred in martyred silence- but given the good that approach has done so far there seems no point in dragging it out.

Before he can have his trust, Zenyatta realises, he must first earn his respect.

The omnic pauses. The tilt of his head, like a sparrow mocking a hungry cat, comes far more naturally to him than he thought it would.

"You sound very sure of that, Jamieson." His voice is silk-smooth, without the faintest hitch; his gaze remains trained on Junkrat, unfaltering. "There is very little a human can do that I cannot."

Date: 2016-12-05 10:19 pm (UTC)
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The laugh doesn't rattle him this time. Instead, Zenyatta raises his chin a little to meet Junkrat's gaze as if inviting it to examine his shoulders, chest, waist- though he knows even before it flickers lower where it will linger the longest.

"Among other things. There exists a wide variety of models." Of upgrades, shapes, sizes. This body did not always belong to him, but in the time since his epiphany, before devoting himself to the Shambali, he had taken the time to know it: he is not a virgin, for whatever such an empty concept could possibly mean.

Now, though, he improvising, following where their conversation leads without any true purpose. Winging it. If Junkrat is a creature of impulse, he will be one, too.

And for a fraction of a second the lines of Jieba on his brow pulse just as fearlessly as Junkrat's laugh. "Are you asking for a demonstration?"

Date: 2016-12-06 08:47 pm (UTC)
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Zenyatta has to admit that, for once, the feeling is entirely mutual; of all the hundreds of possible outcomes he'd dreamed up, this was not one of them. It hardly seems to be his own body that swells forward with the slow, gliding movement of the tide against the shore; the hand that reaches out for Junkrat's cheek, softened into a cup, seems to belong to someone else.

But he does not withdraw it.

"Very well. If you should change your mind, however," he says, evenly, without so much as a trace of his concern, "you need only say the word."

His palm finds Junkrat's jaw, smudged with grease and gunpowder; automatically he shifts his thumb to that sneering mouth in a light, curious stroke. Kisses are beyond him, of course, but this he can do. The junker's body language is all vulgar implication, but if they are going to do this they will do it at a pace that suits him as well.

Date: 2016-12-06 09:44 pm (UTC)
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Junkrat doesn't freeze, exactly, but he doesn't do what Zenyatta expects him to, which is slap his hand away and heckle him for the nerve of it. What he gets instead is a challenge.

"When it comes to you, Jamieson, I must confess that flowers have never crossed my mind at all," he answers, smooth and deadpan. His thumb touches the point of his exposed tooth for a brief second, tempting fate as though it belonged to a tiger rather than a man. But even he would not be so foolish as to bite metal, would he? "I am simply getting comfortable."

Specifically, with Junkrat's body. Zenyatta's already taken the lack of protest as consent to expand his explorations; as the hand at his cheek strokes up into that jagged hairline, his other ghosts down his neck at the delicate spot where it meets his shoulders in a smooth, sensitive touch. He can feel the blood beating beneath the fragile surface of his skin. For such a chaste touch it's far more intimate than it has any right to be.

Date: 2016-12-08 09:09 pm (UTC)
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An interesting, if antagonistic question. Zenyatta hums thoughtfully, and now he's close enough for the sound to reverberate against Junkrat's skin like the ripples in a pond.

"I have. I must admit, however, that I am somewhat rusty." It is in his nature to be modest, and he is fully prepared to continue to glide through the taunts. But then Junkrat's tongue rolls out like a red carpet to his fingers, and, thus invited in, he finds he cannot resist: he runs a finger lightly over his lower lip, then, abruptly, takes ahold of his tongue between his thumb and forefinger.

Not tight enough to hurt. Just to make a point. "I hope," he continues seamlessly, almost sweetly, "that you will keep me on my toes."

Date: 2016-12-08 10:09 pm (UTC)
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"Wonderful. I, in turn, shall endeavour to keep you entertained."

Zenyatta does not resist; he lets go as Junkrat's teeth clamp down, head cocking ever so slightly to one side, and removes his attention to his free hand. This he moves in an exploratory fashion, cupping the lean, muscled curve of his shoulders before dropping over skin and strap.

His fingers, riddled with delicate sensors, trace the deliberate scars there only briefly before finding his ribcage instead, alarmingly in evidence. There's real affection in that touch, too. For all he's seen it on the battlefield his body is as alien to him as the surface of the moon. To think that the promise of intercourse would bring him this close... it could almost be funny, almost. His forehead glows again. "Would you like me to undress, Jamieson?" It's an offer made out of respect. He isn't trying to shame him.

Date: 2016-12-09 09:36 pm (UTC)
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A 'mess' is not the most flattering term Junkrat could have chosen to describe his anatomy, but Zenyatta is willing to make exceptions under the circumstances. With his finger duly released his hand lingers for a few seconds longer than his strictly necessary, cupping cheek and jaw, before he slips backwards and touches his sash, his waistband.

First, the belt. His hips are narrow enough that it takes only gentle persuasion to slip it off, followed quickly by the sash, which ripples elegantly to his feet in a single scarlet ribbon. The whole while he is distinctly aware of himself as a body on display, in a way he hasn't experienced for many years now- not since he found independence.

But, acquisitive though Junkrat's eyes are, there's something softer in there: genuine curiosity, latching on to every little part of him as he exposes it: the wires looping out of his spine, every piston, each plate. Finally, Zenyatta loosens the cord of his trousers and lets them drop. With his modesty plate engaged there's little more on display than there was in the first place but the seams of it are obvious enough. Obscene in their own way, he supposes.

Date: 2016-12-10 09:37 pm (UTC)
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There is admittedly something invasive in the way he all but prowls around him like some kind of mechanical vulture in search of parts. Yet, when he speaks, his voice has softened with his interest, whether he realises it or not. Even his hands move without any particular aggression; they caress his thighs and hips with a mechanical rather than malicious touch. And, though his legs are long and thin they're covered in pressure sensors that thrill at such an alien stimulus.

Zenyatta gives a short, unnecessary sound, something like an intake of breath. How long has it been?

The tapping, at least, is rude enough to refocus around. "That is a modesty panel. Many omnics eschew clothing altogether; in order to make themselves decent, they conceal whatever genitalia they have behind a modesty panel." They were, after all, built for a great many purposes. Zenyatta is not a pleasure model- but then, many of them were built for a great many purposes. Multi-functional. Production was cheaper that way.

"Allow me." Without any obvious shame, he drops a hand to the panel and prepares to unsheathe... only to pause, suddenly. The look in Junkrat's eyes is a compelling enough reason to tease; he's waiting for it now, and he will continue to wait for as long as he chooses.

Only when he detects true impatience from the man does the panel withdraw with a soft shhh of metal-on-metal, releasing his erection: silver, segmented metal, faintly curved and lit up with sensitive nodes along its full length. Just a little behind it sits a silicone-soft entrance, barely visible, smooth.

Date: 2016-12-11 08:55 pm (UTC)
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That... was not the reaction Zenyatta was expecting, although he holds his ground with little more than a defensive jerk of his hands, half-raised in anticipation of a blow. Unncessarily. Junkrat's already taking his aggression out on some of the precariously-piled scrap littering the floor. What does Junkrat get? Does it matter all that much to him?

Certainly, it does not to Zenyatta. His body is as a cocoon to him, a temporary shell in which his soul rests, waits. But he has the luxury of changing it at will.

He could probe Junkrat for answers, as he would any other member of Overwatch- but he can see how unwise that would be. Instead, he gives a soft, sympathetic hum.

"I do not know what troubles you, Jamieson, but I am sorry to see you so ill at ease." He spreads his hands by his side in a gesture of willing. "If I can help you, please. Allow me the privilege."

Date: 2016-12-11 09:49 pm (UTC)
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All this.

Zenyatta looks. He looks at Junkrat's long, rangy body; the bruises blooming here and there like green-purple flowers; the scars, old and new; his hips, lean and coltish, and then between them... the surprise lands amongst his thoughts like a stone into a pond, rippling realisations through him one after the other. Those particular scars. Whatever parts it wants. Is that what he meant?

The water smoothes over again, sleek and seamless.

"You are right," he admits quietly. "It does seem unfair. My opinion of you, however- for what little an omnic opinion may be worth to you- is unchanged, Jamie."

Zenyatta takes a chance. He reaches out and gently, fingers splayed, he touches his chin and strokes his thumb across his cheek once more. "Will you still have me?"

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