oy with the poodles already!

You couldn't help the little mewl that escaped you as your eyelashes fluttered open, staring ahead before you leaned back, making another groan of pleasure. “I can see you are struggling, my dear.” his voice was soft even with the hum of distortion. “Zen, please,” your voice came out shamefully ragged as you adjusted just a little, needing more.

He chuckled, a melodic sound as his arms pulled you closer against his chest, you felt his chin rest on your shoulder, you could hear the thrum of his fans between your breathy gasps, and you could tell he was dealing with the teasing better than you.

“Patience,” Zenyatta cooed in that sweet angelic voice of his, with a little squeeze around your middle. He hummed, the vibrations tickling your neck as your head lulled back on his other shoulder. You had no idea how long he’d had you like this. 

Sat on his lap, orbs floating around you both, giving off a warm glow that seemed to make your skin tingle and add to how sensitive your body already was due to his ministrations. Your bottom half was naked and you were currently full of Zenyatt’s cock. He’d been fully sheathed inside your heat for longer than you could recall, unable to think straight at this moment. Unmoving as his fingers brushed across your skin every so often.

The smooth metal touches soon returned, the way he circled your nipples but never brushed close enough, you let out a disappointed whimper when you felt the cold of his digit ghost ever so slightly against one of your stiff buds. “Zen…” Your voice was pitiful as you tried to wriggle, tried to get some friction to go with how wonderfully stuffed you were. 

“What is it?” he asked as if he didn’t know, the way he feigned innocence as he adjusted, pushing in a little deeper and you gripped his thighs, feeling the fabric of his bunched up pants, gripping for dear life as you felt so frazzled. Why did you agree to cock warm him? No one had infinite patience like he did. And thus, you were trapped in this pleasure as he carried on teasing and cooing sweet nothings in your ear.

You were used to such heavenly prayers and words of wisdom from Zenyatta that when he spoke such filth in that same beautifully calm, reverent tone it made you insane. The way Zenyatta would say how well behaved you were being, how good you felt around him, you couldn’t help but make another moan.

“You have done so well for me, beloved. Maybe it’s time I reward you?” You nodded enthusiastically, his soft chuckles filling your ears again. “Let my name fall from your lips, as soft as a prayer, as needy as a sinner and beg for release,” Zenyatta urged. 

“Zenyatta,” you pleaded, breath ragged as his fingers finally found your nipples. With gentleness and care he teased them, rolling them between his fingers. He could read you with the way you tightened around him, the way your hips jerked and your body arched just how much was too much. He nuzzled his faceplate in the crook of your neck as he started to move, allowing you to ride his cock at last. The way he would thrust up to meet you as you begged him.

“Z..zen… please, fuck..” you cried out as you pushed yourself back down, taking him into your heat over and over, enjoying how his cock filled you each time, how the ridges of silicone dragged along your walls, hitting each spot that made you see stars.

“Please, what, my love?” he asked as you could barely form a sentence, your overstimulated body had been on edge so long that you could feel your climax rushing up yet he still kept it from you, just a little, wanting to savor the cries you made, so pretty.  “I need you…” Your voice sounding wanting and wrecked was what he’d desired. 

Dominant, but always gentle and loving, he rearranged you, on your hands and knees now as he grasped your hips, his metal fingers digging into flesh, enjoying how it looked, the beauty in your differences lighting up his circuits as he started to move his hips, more control over how he fucked your neediness. “Perfect,”  Zenyatta hummed from behind as he pulled almost all the way out, another tease before he slid back in, making you cry out, his name a jumbled mess as you pushed back, so close.

He knew where you liked it the most, he paid attention, he committed everything to memory, always learning just what made you tick so he could lovingly pull you apart. You were lost to his movements, could barely think as your peak got closer and closer, eyes closed as you moaned and offered up your everything to your lover.

“I’m….” you started as your panting and moans grew louder with each snap of his hips. “Cum for me, let me feel you.” 

You did, happily with your head thrown back, wiggling your hips as you felt him hit that spot one last time. You came, hard, body unable to cope, arms trembled as you fell forward. Zenyatta’s arms around you stopped you from hitting the ground. He pulled you back against him, still inside your throbbing heat. 

“You did so well,” he repeated as he gently pulled out, turning you to face him, straddling his lap. He rested his forehead against your sweaty one, his hand gently running through your hair, careful with your strands in his joints. Everything he did made you feel cherished, loved. Even if he could pull you apart in moments of ecstasy, he would build you up again afterward. 

"So this simple repeat cycle of tag and chase was... particularly enjoyable?" Ramattra questioned, not entirely convinced; it seemed quite monotonous and boring, if he was being honest.

"Come brother, how can you judge the fulfillment of something you have not yet experienced?" Zenyatta chirped in, clearly getting antsy in anticipation. You had already given him a look - he knew what was about to happen.

"Yes, perhaps we should test the theory?" You reach over and quickly tap Ramattra's shoulder.

"Tag, you're it!"

You hop up from your meditative position on the cushion and dash a few feet in front of your brothers before turning around with a sly smile on your face. You giggle in anticipation, waiting for their response.

Zenyatta glances once at you and then Ramattra who had not moved an inch, before jumping up as well to rush to your side.

"We simply avoid the one who is tagged, but become the tagger if we are caught, correct?" Zenyatta looks at you with a head tilt, wanting to confirm he understood the rules.

"Yes Zen, that is correct! Not much else to it."

You glance back at Ramattra, still on the ground staring at you both as if you had offended him.

"Well, you wanted to know if it was an enjoyable game, are you not going to chase us? It's not very fun with only two people..."

Ramattra let out a very audible sigh. Yes, he had asked, and he should have known the two of you would scheme against him and make him tag first. He got up slowly, and took only half a step forward before letting out a brief boisterous chuckle.

"I suggest you begin running. I am much faster than both of you, and I might just be generous enough to give you a five second start."

You and Zenyatta immediately turn on your heals and begin to sprint, momentarily bumping into one another before deciding to split up in opposite directions. You both had already started to laugh when Ramattra's heavy footsteps could be heard closing the distance.

Ramattra halted where you each had diverged, calculating which one of you would be easiest to catch. You were probably second fastest of the bunch; but you could not run forever like Zenyatta. Oh the tragedies of being human.

Of course he would choose you! You had played yourself, picking him to start. You would have to outmaneuver him, as there was no chance you would escape his massive strides in a straight chase. You abruptly changed directions to your left towards a wide support pillar of the monastery. Once on the other side, you peeked your head around to face Ramattra who approached a mere two seconds later.

"Ah, going around in circles are we? A smart choice, though I believe you will get dizzy much sooner than me."

You gave him an "L" on your forehead before disappearing around the corner- you had described this mildly offensive action earlier when discussing your childhood. Ramattra made a dramatic gasp in response before following after you.

It wasn't long before laughter filled the air, as Ramattra always seemed to miss only by the slightest each time he reached for you, and you couldn't help but mock each attempt. Neither of you noticed Zenyatta approach as he silently began to follow a few inches behind Ramattra, and he had to silently shush you when you almost ran into him. Confused as to why you suddenly became silent, Ramattra turned counterclockwise only to be surprised by his brother standing there waving at him.

"Hello brother! I felt quite left out over there and thought I would join. Having any luck?"

Ramattra jumped forward to tag his brother, only to again clutch empty air as Zenyatta jumped back just in time. Zenyatta laughed mischievously before running off to another pillar.

"You must be faster than that, brother! Or you will never catch us!"

You had followed close behind Zenyatta, freeing yourself from the continuous runaround that quite honestly was starting to make you dizzy. You and Zenyatta gave each other a high five before you continued on ahead, leaving Zenyatta between you and your hunter.

Ramattra had fallen to one knee while reaching for Zenyatta, and put his hand to his forehead as he laughed hysterically at his own shortcoming. His laughter bounced off the walls of the monastery and echoed alongside yours and Zenyatta's. He could hear your footsteps getting further in the distance, and went to stand up and resume his pursuit.

-

He was met with a grey metal wall and deafening silence. The interior of his Null Sector base.

Ramattra stumbled backwards, catching himself on the cold steel chair behind him. It had been many cycles since he had allowed himself to enter rest mode; there was too much to do and no one to help him. His processors had decided for him that it was time to recharge and in his subconscious he had wondered to a place of false security.

Ramattra leaned forward onto his knees, hiding his faceplate in his hands.

These walls would never reverberate the sounds of yours or Zenyatta's laughter, just as the monastery would never again capture his.

The actions and sacrifices it took to save his people, his friends, had built their own prison walls around him.