#cyberratting

An attempt to ask was thankfully prevented by his inability to speak at all. What had happened to him to cause so much damage? Any attempt to recall was met with a blank in his memory banks. Growing uneasy, he focused on his brother and was thankful to find his ability to talk was not completely lost.

~Brother Zenyatta. What happened? Where are we?~ clicks and whistles, beeps and some sound that might be above a humans normal range of hearing. Sometimes called verbal binary by humans though that did not truly fit the omnics native speech His fingers tightened around Zenyatta's, taking solace in the calmness that permeated his dear brothers self. Zenyatta would not be so relaxed if there were a serious danger, even if it was clear that something awful had happened to him. Enough to serious damage him badly, the question is...what. ~What happened at my speech?~ that was where his memories stopped so whatever happened, it had to have been then.

~Patience Mondatta. All is well now. I am very glad to see you awake, this is friend Reinhardt.~ Something very bad then, if Zenyatta was not answering his questions right away. That did not bode well at all. Nevertheless, he trusted his brother and turned his attention to the rather massive human that stood almost looming over them.

~He is...robust.~ Well that hadn't been the best reply but Zenyatta seemed amused, relaying a slightly different one. The hand that patted his shoulder was enough to dwarf it and he watched as he went off to inform someone he was awake. A doctor of some sorts he presumed.

~Zenyatta..what has happened?~ he needed to know and if there were to be tests, he would prefer to know sooner rather than later. There was no face to change expression but he knew Zenyatta like no other and could feel the tension in the air. ~That bad Brother?~

The quiet stretched for a long moment, Zenyatta still stroking the back of his hand as if grounding them both before speaking. ~You were shot, an assassin intent on ending your voice nearly did just that. Luck was on our side, an agent was able to bring your core to us. Angela Zeigler along with another was able to restore you.~ He paused, letting Mondatta take all that in at his own pace. An assassin? Someone had tried to assassinate him? Silence him forever? He recalled nothing but his Brother would not lie. He had narrowly avoided being one with the Iris forever, brought into its arms and yet the Iris deemed it not his time and gently returned him. To keep on his work? Or something else. They would never know but he found himself immensely grateful.

~Zeiglar, the same that restored your pupil yes?~ The name seemed familiar and a nod confirmed it. Truly, the woman was a miracle worker. First his brothers newest pupil and now himself? He looked forwards to meeting her and these others that had saved his life. ~Who wished to silence me? What of the Shambali?~ Then with a sudden realization ~How long?~ Just how long had he been deemed lost. He could not put a time between his almost waking and the times he did, let alone a number to them. How much time had he lost?

~Many weeks dear Brother. The Shambali are safe, there are those that are watching over them though their location proves to be a deterrent in and of itself, as always.~ Zenyatta's words were soothing, as was the hand holding his own. An anchor to keep him from being swept away. ~An organization that calls itself 'Talon' is to blame, they think their attack successful. You are still being mourned.~ Mondatta's surprise was almost tangible, drawing a soft laugh from Zenyatta before he continued. ~we were unsure if you would wake, and keeping you hidden was deemed safer. Even from the others.~ It was clear Zenyatta disagreed with such a claim but he was not in charge and owed much to the organization. Going behind their backs would not be a rightful thing to do.

Reeling, he squeezed tightly to golden fingers and let himself sink into a light meditation to take everything in. What he could not change would be left to drift away. He could do nothing about it and thus would not stress himself with it, best to focus on what he could influence. The rest would come after, for now he was alive and very grateful for such. ~Your Zeigler, she has repaired me? What does she wish in return?~ That was how humans worked after all, everything was a balance of gives and takes. He expected such extensive work to be no different.

~There is no price to pay. This incarnation is not like the previous of Overwatch. They saved you because they were able to.~ Perhaps Zenyatta's request helped, after all he had been working alongside his pupil for a time now and he was sure there had been talk of 'owing' it to him but nevertheless. ~The only price is that you recover. For now I believe they also wish for you to remain hidden, to prevent another attempt on your life~ Zenyatta added, relived when Mondatta merely nodded.

~I see. You will remain by my side, yes?~ Where normally he was unflappable, Mondatta felt unsettled. Things had shifted so swiftly that he could not find his footing and grasped for the safety of the familiar. Of course Zenyatta would not leave his side but the verbal confirmation did wonders for his nerves. He could hear the large man returning along with a softer voice. Presumably the good doctor which meant their conversation was soon to be over for the time being. At least any sense of a private one, it would be rude to continue as they were once his vocals were restored.

One by one, the men and women fell around him. “Shit-” he cursed under his breath as Kendrick ate a bullet from an omnic. Gabriel was out of bullets for his shotguns. He scavenged Kendrick’s rifle from him but only got three rounds out before it jammed. Goddamnit.

Gabriel waited until the fire died down before darting to another bit of cover, a ruined wall. He stepped on a body. He regretted looking down. Ferra had been a good woman and a good soldier. He couldn’t think about it now. Unjam the rifle, scavenge more ammo off of his fallen teammate, fire as many rounds as he could before the rifle jammed again or he ran out of bullets. Rinse. Repeat.

He was only one man though. The omnics seemed endless. In the end, he was pinned in a dark alleyway, with two pistols, a broken leg and the grim determination of a man who has seen his own death. What was that poem that Jack liked to say? “Do not stand at my grave and weep?” No... it was a different one. Similar but different. “Do not go gentle into that good night.” That’s the one.

“Do not go gentle into that good night. Something something at close of day- rage, rage against the dying of the light.” He couldn’t remember most of it. Jack was the poem person and grief stabbed at Gabriel’s heart. Jack. He never got a chance to say goodbye. Well... this would be his goodbye. A poem, muttered under his breath.

“Wise men at their end know the dark is right, because words had forked no lightning they do not go gentle into that good night. Goodbye Jack. I’m sorry I never got a chance to tell you I love you.”

An omnic moved into the mouth of the alley. Four shots and the first pistol was out. He chucked it at the thing’s head, hoping for a lucky shot at its eyestalk or whatever the fuck it was called now. No luck. It just kept coming. And coming. There was a second one. Thirteen shots. And still it and its buddy were coming. Thirteen. What an unlucky number. A poem under his breath, one last goodbye and an unlucky number. He was going to die with all of that weighing his mind. He hoped that they at least recovered the rosary he kept in his pocket. Ana should probably get it. Jack would insist on the dogtags.

The omnic was inches away from him. He stared up at it and mustered up the courage to spit at its ‘eye.’ Gabriel blacked out when he was pistol whipped.

- - - - -

The table under him was warm. Gabriel groaned as he woke up, mind foggy. Snatches of a poem played in his mind as he tried to remember what the hell happened. He was in the middle of a firefight, he was the only member of his squad left alive, he had... what the hell happened?

An omnic moved into his line of sight and he followed it with his head. “Hey.” It didn’t react. “Oye! Fuck, I know you can hear me, answer me you hunk of metal!” Gabriel tried to move his arms and legs. No luck. Metal held his limbs in a soft grip, loose enough that he wouldn’t lose circulation. Hard enough that he couldn’t jerk himself free without considerable effort, even with the enhancements. He snarled, baring white teeth. “Hijo de puta, fucking answer me!”

The omnic didn’t rise to the bait, but simply laid out a series of instruments that Gabriel couldn’t make out. Fine. Fine. How the hell did the rest of that poem go? “Dark is right, forked lightning, do not go gentle into that good night. Uh.... Shit. Uh... The last wave by crying bright... something deeds danced in a bay, rage against the dying of the light.”

The omnic was finished prepping him for whatever it had in mind. Ha. Funny. It was hilarious because omnics didn’t have minds like humans. Gallows humor. He was going to die here. Gabriel looked at the thing as it rubbed something against his skin. Alcohol, if the smell was anything to go by. He shuddered as it left a trail of clean against his collarbone, chest and stomach. “Fuck, what the hell are you planning, bot?” Nothing. Once it was done, it simply stopped the motions it had been doing, set aside the alcohol-covered cotton ball, and picked up something that Gabriel was intimately familiar with.

The scalpel looked brand new and sharp. Even as fear seized his chest he had to admire its medical procedures. He wondered if this one had once been programmed for surgeries. That’s why it was taking such good care of him. He hadn’t even noticed that the hole in his leg had been taken care of until this very moment. Shit. That was never a good sign. The enemy only patched you up when they wanted to keep you.

Gabriel screamed as the cool metal bit into the flesh just above his left collarbone. It moved in a steady line down, down, down, down until it stopped right in between his pectoral muscles. Tears warped his vision and yet all he could think of was the next verse of that goddamned poem. “Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight-” The next part was lost to his screaming once more as the same action was repeated. A ‘V’ across his chest. He knew what was coming next.

“Too late, they learned to grieve it on its way-” He wanted to thrash but a cool metal hand prevented it as the ‘V’ became a ‘Y’ on his body, finishing just above his navel. He couldn’t scream any more. It just came out as a whimper. “Do... not... go gentle... into that good night.”

He shuddered as he felt his skin forced to shift in ways it was not meant to. At least it was kind enough to keep the part that would normally sit on his face away from his mouth and nose. But then he felt his muscle on his chin. He would have thrown up had he anything left in his stomach. This was disgusting. Why? Why was this happening?

“Oye. Oye! Orale!” Nothing. Fine. English then. Maybe try German next. He knew a few words from Angela and Reinhardt. “Hey, you! Come on, listen to me damnit! Why the fuck are you doing this!” Cool fingers probed where there should have been nothing but his own body touching himself. It was strange and foreign and he wanted it to stop. “God... Goddamnit, stop! Please, what do you want! Mein Gott!”

Nothing still. Nothing even as it took his heart in its hands- and wasn’t that a scary as hell thing? His greatest enemy with his heart literally in its hands. He kept himself still while it felt the heartbeat for one long moment of eternity. Tears fell freely at this point. There was no shame. He was terrified. He shuddered with relief when the metallic digits moved away from his heart to feel his lungs. The hands couldn’t quite wrap around them the way they could his heart but they certainly tried. Gabriel forced himself to keep his breathing even as they too were held before thing moved on to another organ. And another. And another. And another. Why? Why was it doing this? He couldn’t know. All he knew was that spots were forming on the edges of his vision.

“Hey...” That single word took far too much effort for his liking. “Hey... you’re gonna have to close me up soon... or else, you’re gonna have a corpse and not a live test subject.” Finally- finally! Gabriel finally got some response from the omnic. It paused where it had its hands wrapped around a section of his small intestines. Looked to his face and cocked it, as if considering something. Then it nodded- a little nothing of a movement- before the blood soaked metal moved out of him. His whole body shuddered at the release. He didn’t have anything in his bladder but he would have probably pissed himself from the relief. Fuck. He was really goddamned scared, wasn’t he?

It moved off, out of the line of sight. Gabriel heard the sound of running water, an object getting picked up. The heavy footsteps coming back to him. The poem fluttered around in his skull, but all he could remember right now was something about graves.

The muscles and flesh slapped against itself wetly as his skin was forced to go back where it had been. He jumped and thrashed, but that was weak at best. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!! Was he going to get stitched up? But then a needle punctured his arm and from it a golden warmth seeped into his very marrow. He could feel muscles and skin and bones heal and holy shit when the fuck did omnics get the biotic technology? This shouldn’t be possible for them!

Gabriel of all people should know that with the God AIs, anything was fucking possible.

At least he didn’t feel like he was going to pass out from bloodloss. A thank you was on his lips but he choked it down when he remembered just who and what did it to him in the first place. He wanted to spit at it like had done the other omnic but he couldn’t find enough saliva to coat the inside of his mouth, much less enough to waste making a hateful gesture like that.

It tilted its head at him again, and dread settled into the pit of his stomach. What now? What could it possibly want? It leaned over him and gripped his jaw. Pain blossomed anew as it squeezed down, threatening to break his jaw. But when he opened his mouth it stopped, shoving something into the gaping hole.

Gabriel really tried to get out the obstruction. He really did. But to try was an exercise in futility. The tube was shoved and shoved and shoved and he didn’t even know where it was going but it hurt sliding down into wherever the fuck it was going. Fuck. Fuck! He couldn’t get it out no matter how he thrashed and shoved his tongue against it. And just like that... it was being pulled up again.

The retching was music to his ears. Better than begging and pleading and cursing.

“Graves- no- grave men- Grave... grave men... Shit...” The omnic’s fingers delved between his legs, down past his balls. No. No no no no no nononononono-

Gabriel passed out when the first of those unlubed digits entered him.

- - - - -

“-el... ga.... riel.... Gabriel!” Gabriel Reyes opened his eyes, thrashing while hands- warm, fuck they were human he’d never been so happy to be around people- grabbed him and forced him to stay down.

“Gabriel! What the hell happened out there?” Gabriel’s eyes finally found the speaker. Jack. Golden Boy. Fuck, he had never been happier to see that perfect, stupid, corn face.

“See with blind sight...”

“What?” Jack looked so confused.

“Blind eyes blaze like meteors and are gay.”

The other two people in the chopper were fucking confused. Jack simply grinned. “You’re reciting it wrong.”

“Then finish it for me, Golden Boy.”

“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight/ Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay/ Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Gabriel closed his eyes, content to listen to Jack. He definitely wasn’t falling asleep. Not at all. “And you, my father, there on the sad height/ Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears I pray/ Do not go gentle into that good night/ Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

It had been a stressful week.  Hana had been injured on a mission. She was put on strict bed rest by Angela. No one was going to contradict the good doctor, no matter how much they needed something from their Mistress. Lucio had to juggle taking care of everyone's sexual needs on his own- no mean feat considering he was having to gentle seven rather aggressive people into doing his bidding. He hadn't met his self imposed deadline for the new album. No matter how much his manager said that it was okay, he knew he had failed on some level. He had promised, and he had let everyone down because of it. He had done three missions of his own, each brutal and grueling in their own right.

It was no wonder when he found himself knocking on Zenyatta's door at three in the morning. Fortunately for him, the omnic was up even at this time at night. When he could go to no one else, he knew that he could go to Zenyatta. The monk would understand. He always understood why people would come to him when they could go to no one else- for comfort, for healing, for sex. Lucio had once asked if he minded. All he got was a rather roundabout way of saying 'I don't mind at all.'

"Lucio." The mechanical voice drew the Brazilian out of his head. He shook himself as he heard Zenyatta continue. "Do you need to speak to me?"

"Uhhh... yeah, actually. I was wanting to know if we could... cuddle, you know?" Lucio held his breath. He had never been turned down before, but maybe this was the time where he would be. Zenyatta would turn him away, leaving him to seek comfort from another source and already Lucio was thinking about others who could help him blow off some steam. Jamie, maybe? He'd understand why Jamie would say no- they were friends and friends didn't dick friends. Zarya might. He didn't want to go to Pharah and Mercy would but he only wanted to use her as a super last resort-

"Certainly. Please, come in." Lucio was always taken aback by Zenyatta accepted it. He should be used to it by now. He walked in to the room and listened to the door close with a soft 'click' behind him.

The space was sparse. Omnics didn't need much, apparently. Omnic monks needed even less. A small area which was wood lead out to a space that was all... what was the word he was looking for? Tatami, maybe. Genji had told him once, and he couldn't remember exactly what he had said. There were a few scrolls that Lucio couldn't make heads or tails of dotted here and there. A bed, neatly made was tucked into a corner. A low table surrounded by cushions dominated the room, and just under a window was a small altar. The smell of sandalwood dominated the space but that was alright. It was quite pleasant, all things considered.

In deference to Zenyatta's preference, Lucio toed off his shoes- lime green, a gift from a fan from Denmark- and turned around. Zenyatta was already floating silently to the bed and Lucio followed. The human waited until he was settled before slotting himself against that metallic frame. It was cool to the touch, but that didn't matter much. It was still nice to lay his ear against the chest plates, hear the hum of the core and listen to the soft 'shhing' of various coolants and oils move within the omnic.

Zenyatta understood. He ran the cool fingers down Lucio's back, allowing the other to listen to his 'heart beat' and relax. One hand moved to undo the clip that held the dreadlocks in a neat pony tail. Lucio sighed as the tension eased in his head. The shudder started from that point and rapidly moved down his spine to stop at his hips.

"Thanks man," Lucio mumbled, eyes half open. He barely heard the response as every tension seemed to melt away. Sure fingers massaged his sore muscles. The hum of Zenyatta's life nearly lulled him to sleep. He heard Zenyatta say something and he had to pull away.

"Could you repeat that?"

Zenyatta patiently did just that. "Do you want to kneel for me, Lucio?"

A heat pooled in Lucio's stomach at that thought. It was rare for Zenyatta to offer since Lucio never asked. "Please-" he hated how needy he sounded, even to his own ears, how he seemed to choke on that simple word.

"Then pretty pet, would you please get yourself a cushion from the table? Choose any one you wish."

That simple request couldn't have been worded better if Lucio had written it out himself. "Yes, Master."

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In the end, Lucio had chosen a blue pillow, fat and new. Zenyatta was running his fingers through Lucio's dreads. Lucio's head was against his Master's knee, eyes half opened and glazed looking. Vaguely, he wondered if this was how Gabriel felt when he was kneeling before Lucio- pliant and willing to do anything to make the pleasure continue. That brought his gaze up to the faceplate of the omnic he was kneeling for. Zenyatta was staring down at him and though the metal could not move, he thought he sensed... a great amount of caring from his master.

"Would you like a kiss, dearest pet?" Zenyatta asked.

Lucio sat up, ramrod straight and hungry to feel that faceplace against his lips. A whimper escaped his lips, shamelessly needy. "Master- please-" The pet surged forward and up, long body trying to reach that impossible goal without getting off spot he had been generously gifted. Fortunately, Zenyatta was very understanding of his pet's current predicament. The plates around his abdomen flexed with ease, allowing his body to dip down to meet Lucio half way. And though the omnic had no lips to kiss, no way to open his mouth to allow a tongue to slip in, he did have other ways to make his kisses known.

Lucio groaned as the small electrical current ran through his lips, making his teeth hurt in a really nice way. His tongue burned sensually and he was greedy for more kisses if they felt like the one that he was given. Honestly- it was too bad that the golden jaw didn't hide a tongue underneath. How nice would it be for that tongue to shock him-

The pet howled in pleasure as more shocks stung through his clothing- this time on his sides and chest. Those fingers felt so nice, especially when they ghosted over his nipples. Lucio's fingers scrabbled and found purchase against some of Master's backplates, right where the 'wings' of the shoulders would be on a human. His dick was tenting within his pants and his whimpering was desperate.

"Master- Master-" Over and over again he whimpered. Like a mantra of need.

"Tell me what you need pet," Zenyatta urged gently. "I know my clever, pretty boy can come up with the words he so desperately needs."

"I need- I want-" The words were coming out in a rush, threatening to gag him in a way he couldn't control. His master waited patiently, dragging fingers through his hair once more.

"I need you cock, Master."

"Then you shall have it."

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They had stopped long enough to take off clothing. Lucio had teased a bit with his stripping, taking off his shirt, his bulging pants and underwear with a slowness that let Zenyatta huffing in impatience. Zenyatta had to undo the knots holding his pants up, but it was worth it. The omnic had chuckled when Lucio looked at his crotch and saw nothing but smooth plates.

"Dear Pet, I do have a few secrets," was all he said before motioning Lucio to kneel once more. Surely, the pet would like to see how modesty paneling worked up close, yes? The plates moved away slowly to reveal Zenyatta's most intimate of spaces. The slender silver cock was illuminated by teal nodes. All Lucio could see was the gold underside since it was curling towards his abdominal plating in a most fetching matter. Underneath, there was a second place that Lucio had no name for. All he knew was that he wanted to explore the place that too was silver and gold and gleamed so pretty in the light. The teal lights ringed it. Other bits and bobs dipped down inside of it. What was it? Lucio wanted to know. Lucio wanted to explore.

Above him, Zenyatta chuckled- not unkindly. It was full of warmth as a matter of fact. As if he had known this would happen. "Would you care to find out what an intake valve is for, dear one? I give you permission to learn with your tongue and your fingers. Nothing more."

A whine nearly tore at Lucio's throat, but he didn't allow it to come out. Instead he leaned forward, taking a deep breath of the smell that surely should permeate this space. It smelled faintly of oil and lubricant. Pleasant. Better than sweat and musk, in his opinion. Lucio poked his tongue inside the cleft and listened to his master above him huff in pleasure. The rubbery texture felt good- but weird- against the muscle. A few experimental licks allows him to hear a new hum above him. It seems Master was getting excited from this, given that those were his cooling fans kicking on.

Lucio explored the space between Master's legs with a curious tongue and even more curious fingers. The metal of his cock was delicious in his mouth. The rubber of his- vagina, for lack of a better word besides 'intake valve'- was warm and oh so pleasant. The pet noticed the huffing breaths, the whispered praises, the cooling fans kicking up higher and higher as he explored.

"Enough. Lucio, stand for me, please." Ever eager- and quite aware that his own erection needed some care as well- Lucio pulled out his fingers, kissed the underside of that metallic dick and stood. He knew what was coming next. He clambered into Zenyatta's lap, hoping against hope that his Master didn't take him here and now. Despite what most popular porn would have people believe, assholes actually weren't all that lubricated.

Luckily Zenyatta did know. He reached behind Lucio and moaned as he pressed fingers into himself. Lucio for his part whimpered and panted like a dog in heat. It didn't take for slick, metallic fingers found their way past Lucio's ass cheeks and into his rectum. The pet sighed and bucked himself as much as he could into that intrusion. The omnic chuckled. "So impatient..." Lucio whimpered when the fingers were pulled out, only to return with more lube. The fingers came and went in a maddening pattern but Lucio couldn't help but love it. He felt himself stretch so pleasantly but it wasn't enough. The pet- the Brazilian- Lucio wanted more. He needed more.

Finally- finally, the fingers removed themselves and Zenyatta pressed another electric kiss against against the line of Lucio's neck. "Ready, Pet?"

Lucio couldn't say anything. All he could do was throw his arms against the thick cables that held up his Master's neck and nod against the blissfully hot metal.