[Hanzo had no bracelet to protect him from the effects of the moon, so when he was suddenly graying and becoming furry despite being perfectly fine not so long ago he's confused and so..angry. His fangs feel sharper, his tail fuller, and when he looks at his hands they look more like paws. The urge to drop onto all fours is strong. It's painful when his bones and muscles in his hind legs change to appear more wolflike but when the worst of it is over he's thankfully able to stand up straight if he wants to.
He catches a scent in the air that is so familiar that he turns to face Zenyatta as his tail swirls around him and catches his attention.]
You. What is going on?
[Hanzo moves closer, sniffing him openly without any reservations. He smells different than usual, and what's that? A tail?]
This is worse than last time.
[He's nearly all beast by now, and it seems to be getting worse as more of his hair lightens bit by bit without stopping.]
[This time- this time, raw and fresh and newborn by moonlight- he scents Hanzo on the wind, and before he is even near enough to see he's reeling with it. Hanzo. Of course it is. Even if he cannot recall it precisely his body remembers, new systems onlining as they retrieve the feeling of rough hands and bloody lips, the smell of copper and sweat and desire.
Hanzo speaks to him directly, and Zenyatta turns slowly, swaying, as if drunk.]
I am- I am not sure. [He sounds different, too, he realises absently, though he cannot account for any change in his vocaliser: deeper, huskier.] The three moons, perhaps. Their influence is... intoxicating.
[Among other things. There is something mesmerising about watching Hanzo's transformation, like watching a time lapse of flowers blooming. He wants to touch it, Zenyatta decides, to see if the remaining shots of black in his hair feel different to the snowy white-
And before he knows it, he is doing just that. The moment he is within arms length he reaches for Hanzo's temple and combs his fingers straight into his hair, grazing along his scalp as he tries to loosen the ribbon.]
[The process is uncomfortable, and particularly more so when he doesn't stop changing and he knows someone is watching. Hanzo trembles at first in response to the fingers in his hair. He wants to pull away but he also wants to lash out at Zenyatta for it. Though not in a violent or threatening way.
He does remember their interactions the night when he was drunk, and how he didn't trust himself not to try anything. Thankfully the omnic had been the voice of reason that time. Now it seems like Zenyatta's moonblessing had a hold of him and it is unlikely that he would be the voice of reason concerning much of anything. Perhaps he should take the role this time.]
It does not usually happen like this.
[Hanzo frowns, closing his eyes for a moment then turns his face to press against the hand in his hair. There is no denying himself the pleasure and chroma that come with the touch.]
[With Hanzo's face tucked warm and safe in the palm of his hand it seems cruel to leave his other cheek wanting for attention; automatically he reaches out and crooks his fingers around one wolfish ear, so delicate beneath the fur, and pulsing with the beat of his heart. How had he resisted before, he wonders? He is so warm, so soft.]
N-no. It did not feel like this for me, either. [Clarity, like a knife, then: they are more bestial than ever, swallowed up by their respective moons. The dreamy quality returns to his voice only a moment later.] Perhaps it was always meant to be this way...
[But-- no. Focus. With great, lingering care- moreso than he suspects is necessary, he simply cannot bear to let Hanzo go- Zenyatta lowers his hands to his shoulders instead.]
We will get carried away, if we are not careful. [Especially if they want to.]
[The affection is brief and limited, and Hanzo knows why. Though that does not change the fact that he enjoys it and seeks more. As evidenced by the way he whines when he can feel Zenyatta drawing away from him.]
I am still changing. I can feel it.
[He might have the ability to communicate and walk upright for now, but who knows how long that will last if things continue. The hands on his shoulders are comforting, but he would be lying if he didn't admit to wanting more than that.]
Ah, so you feel it too. [It is a thing he's always suspected, but hearing that confirms those suspicions.] What are you afraid of? [Being brave and bold in this state is almost too easy. He feels differently toward Zenyatta than he does to others he has involved himself with. It wouldn't just be the same, and he knows that. That is why the thought is a terrifying one when he's in his right mind.]
[I can see it, Zenyatta wants to say, by the Iris he can feel it, the dense animal scent of him, but Hanzo does not need to be told. Nor does he need to know how deeply the sound he makes affects him, pulling on something deep and feral inside of him he didn't know even existed until tonight.
When he does speak he is clearly choosing his words with painstaking care.]
It is not fear. It is- [a pause] I do not want to hurt you.
[Because he knows that it could, if they allowed their bodies to speak for them: fragile trust, sacrificed for momentary pleasure. Yet an increasingly vocal part of him whispers that intimacy could strengthen, too, that if he could just get his hands on Hanzo's body-
He laughs, and the sound is giddier than he thought it would be.]
This is simply not how I pictured lovemaking to begin. [He sidles closer, cupping Hanzo's face in both of his hands once more to touch their foreheads together.] Perhaps I am a hopeless romantic- or simply lacking in imagination.
[Hanzo's expression changes to one of confusion. How could Zenyatta possibly cause him harm? He doesn't understand the abstract meaning behind the words. He can blame the decline in his cognition on the changes he's experiencing.]
You could not hurt me if you tried. [He sounds as though he's challenging him, even willing to fight over the accuracy of that statement. The main thing that might cause them any amount of suffering is if Hanzo allows his emotions to go unchecked. This, though, this is simply chemistry isn't it?
For whatever reason being around Zenyatta makes him feel hot and hungry. If the feeling is mutual he doesn't see the sense in avoiding it. Genji may not be pleased, but he doesn't have to know what happens between them.]
Lovemaking? [Hanzo chuckles quietly at the coolness of Zenyatta's face against his forehead, his hands settling on the thicker areas of Zenyatta's build where his hips might have been were he human.] Wait...have you...
[It dawns on him that perhaps the omnic was not familiar with the process at all.] Have you ever tried before? I am willing to help you figure out whether it is something you enjoy or not. [Zenyatta may have been the fox in the situation, but Hanzo is definitely feeling more like the sly trickster for the moment.] We should figure out why we feel this way around each other, shouldn't we? It seems logical.
[That is where you are wrong, Zenyatta thinks, more sober in the revelation than he wishes to be, and that is why I could truly hurt you. It would be so very easy for them to tumble into one another's arms as if they were the only lovers left in the world- but there was Genji, there was the spectre of Hanzo's guilt and unhappiness, there were his own naive expectations, growing with each uncounter. There could perhaps be nothing more dangerous than falling head first into passion.
But he does not rise to the challenge. Instead, he takes one long moment to enjoy the contact, chroma surging through him in the way he has always imagined blood might feel in veins, before shifting his hands to Hanzo's shoulders instead.
And it is still so tempting to give in to what Zenyatta is already recognising as sweet-talk dressed as reason; when he laughs it's at his own fallibility as much as the attempt.]
No. My experiences are limited to a few stolen embraces in my earlier years. [Maybe he's teasing a little there, trying to implant a couple of scenarios in Hanzo's mind: Zenyatta and another monk, locked together in a quiet corner.
If that weren't obvious enough, he doubles down with a playful little cock of the head, voice lilting:] If you are trying to seduce me, Hanzo, you must work harder. Logic is hardly the most romantic of inspirations- and I must confess, I would rather be romanced than ravished.
[He is playing with fire. But whether it's the moonlight or not, he simply cannot resist.]
[He can't picture it at all. Not because he sees Zenyatta as unappealing or difficult to connect to. In fact it was quite the opposite. It has a lot more to do with the fact that he pictures himself with the omnic whenever he does try. Not that any of the things that pop up in his head are feasible, but it doesn't stop him from thinking about them.
For example he's sure Zenyatta doesn't have lips, but he thinks about kissing them more times than he can count with any amount of digits to keep count on. And now that it's on his mind he does exactly that, kissing wherever his lips catch naturally on the front of Zenyatta's "face."]
I am afraid I do not have any experience with romance. [Hanzo confesses, a soft laugh following, but he's not going to give up so easily. He's sure he'd stand a better chance in his more natural state, but he may not be this bold without sanguis' blessing.]
It is a pity. I would be delighted to be the first to ravish you thoroughly.
[Contact, real, irrefutable contact: the sensors in his faceplate register warm skin and softness and heat flares through his entire body until he is a supernova of unfulfilled potentiality.
Ravish you, Hanzo says, and Zenyatta sighs with the force of one with air to truly expel.]
Hanzo...
[The objection is audibly half-hearted. It would feel so good to fall, he thinks dreamily. The weightlessness. Hanzo could lift him bodily if he tried. Zenyatta does not know when they moved but his arms have wound themselves around Hanzo's shoulders, holding. One hand grips the back of his haori; the other reaches for the new-fallen white of his hair and tangles in it, seeking to graze the warmth of his scalp and then those new twitching ears with the velvet pads of his new fingers.]
You speak of ravishing me, and yet... you are so lovely. I did not realise you could be this gentle.
[If Hanzo cannot romance him, Zenyatta decides, he will teach him first.]
[Since his expression is unreadable for obvious reasons, he has nothing to go by but the tone of his voice and his body language. Hearing Zenyatta say his name is exciting in a way he hasn't felt in a very long time.
There are hands around his shoulders keeping him close even when he's put a bit of space between their faces. He doesn't have the incentive or the will to tear himself any further away from the monk than this. There's a nagging sensibility in the back of his mind reminding him of how wrong this might be to do with a monk--and worse, Genji's master. Yet his face flushes like he is the innocent one of the two of them.]
You may be the only one who has ever considered me lovely.
[He's close to scoffing at the compliment as his hands move to touch Zenyatta's ears. They're unjustifiably cute.]
I suppose if you do not know much about me other than my greatest mistake, it could be surprising. [Hanzo's teasing him, and the sharp teeth in his mouth peek out when he smiles.] It also helps that you smell like you want me.
[And it is petty of him, he knows but, but Hanzo- proud, masculine Hanzo, crowding him until he can scarcely focus on anything more than his body and their closeness and the heat- blushes, and triumph rings through Zenyatta like the sweetest of bells. When he speaks he sounds positively scathing, but he has already been given an excuse to double down.
The scarlet of his jieba burns low and intimate, a light for only the two of them.]
Impossible. You are wickedly handsome, and elegant, and your eyes are as sweet and dark as any hare's.
[Though he stands before him now as the predator rather than the prey, and when his fingers find Zenyatta's ears he feels their claws skim metal and makes a soft, sighing sound. Thinking of them elsewhere: his neck, in his wires.
He smiles, and Zenyatta sees danger in it, and hears it in his voice. But he does not run.]
Have I given myself away already? [In spite of himself he is excited, wondering if Hanzo can truly scent his arousal, like any bitch in heat. Nonetheless, he continues almost at a sing-song, even as his tail draws around them both, curling against Hanzo's waist.] You must not mistake physical attraction for desire, Hanzo...
[He's not one to soak up flattery like this, but coming from Zenyatta it brings a blush to his cheeks that he's not entirely aware of. Elegant he's heard before, handsome as well. So it doesn't make sense to him why he's responding to those words this way.]
I am sorry, I..you smell very good.
[And yes, that does give him away. In a sense. Perhaps not the same sense they're each thinking, but it's quite revealing and the reason why he's not afraid to press further to see what Zenyatta will allow. He's a monk, yes, but he's also incredibly tempting. When that tail curls around him his grin is broad and his intentions are not so pure--not that they had been earlier.]
Is that what you think it is? [Just to prove his point (it's a bad plan), he nudges Zenyatta gently at first, then reluctantly pushes him away to see how he responds to space between them. He's honestly not sure how this will go, and it may very well backfire.]
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He catches a scent in the air that is so familiar that he turns to face Zenyatta as his tail swirls around him and catches his attention.]
You. What is going on?
[Hanzo moves closer, sniffing him openly without any reservations. He smells different than usual, and what's that? A tail?]
This is worse than last time.
[He's nearly all beast by now, and it seems to be getting worse as more of his hair lightens bit by bit without stopping.]
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Hanzo speaks to him directly, and Zenyatta turns slowly, swaying, as if drunk.]
I am- I am not sure. [He sounds different, too, he realises absently, though he cannot account for any change in his vocaliser: deeper, huskier.] The three moons, perhaps. Their influence is... intoxicating.
[Among other things. There is something mesmerising about watching Hanzo's transformation, like watching a time lapse of flowers blooming. He wants to touch it, Zenyatta decides, to see if the remaining shots of black in his hair feel different to the snowy white-
And before he knows it, he is doing just that. The moment he is within arms length he reaches for Hanzo's temple and combs his fingers straight into his hair, grazing along his scalp as he tries to loosen the ribbon.]
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He does remember their interactions the night when he was drunk, and how he didn't trust himself not to try anything. Thankfully the omnic had been the voice of reason that time. Now it seems like Zenyatta's moonblessing had a hold of him and it is unlikely that he would be the voice of reason concerning much of anything. Perhaps he should take the role this time.]
It does not usually happen like this.
[Hanzo frowns, closing his eyes for a moment then turns his face to press against the hand in his hair. There is no denying himself the pleasure and chroma that come with the touch.]
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N-no. It did not feel like this for me, either. [Clarity, like a knife, then: they are more bestial than ever, swallowed up by their respective moons. The dreamy quality returns to his voice only a moment later.] Perhaps it was always meant to be this way...
[But-- no. Focus. With great, lingering care- moreso than he suspects is necessary, he simply cannot bear to let Hanzo go- Zenyatta lowers his hands to his shoulders instead.]
We will get carried away, if we are not careful. [Especially if they want to.]
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I am still changing. I can feel it.
[He might have the ability to communicate and walk upright for now, but who knows how long that will last if things continue. The hands on his shoulders are comforting, but he would be lying if he didn't admit to wanting more than that.]
Ah, so you feel it too. [It is a thing he's always suspected, but hearing that confirms those suspicions.] What are you afraid of? [Being brave and bold in this state is almost too easy. He feels differently toward Zenyatta than he does to others he has involved himself with. It wouldn't just be the same, and he knows that. That is why the thought is a terrifying one when he's in his right mind.]
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When he does speak he is clearly choosing his words with painstaking care.]
It is not fear. It is- [a pause] I do not want to hurt you.
[Because he knows that it could, if they allowed their bodies to speak for them: fragile trust, sacrificed for momentary pleasure. Yet an increasingly vocal part of him whispers that intimacy could strengthen, too, that if he could just get his hands on Hanzo's body-
He laughs, and the sound is giddier than he thought it would be.]
This is simply not how I pictured lovemaking to begin. [He sidles closer, cupping Hanzo's face in both of his hands once more to touch their foreheads together.] Perhaps I am a hopeless romantic- or simply lacking in imagination.
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You could not hurt me if you tried. [He sounds as though he's challenging him, even willing to fight over the accuracy of that statement. The main thing that might cause them any amount of suffering is if Hanzo allows his emotions to go unchecked. This, though, this is simply chemistry isn't it?
For whatever reason being around Zenyatta makes him feel hot and hungry. If the feeling is mutual he doesn't see the sense in avoiding it. Genji may not be pleased, but he doesn't have to know what happens between them.]
Lovemaking? [Hanzo chuckles quietly at the coolness of Zenyatta's face against his forehead, his hands settling on the thicker areas of Zenyatta's build where his hips might have been were he human.] Wait...have you...
[It dawns on him that perhaps the omnic was not familiar with the process at all.] Have you ever tried before? I am willing to help you figure out whether it is something you enjoy or not. [Zenyatta may have been the fox in the situation, but Hanzo is definitely feeling more like the sly trickster for the moment.] We should figure out why we feel this way around each other, shouldn't we? It seems logical.
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But he does not rise to the challenge. Instead, he takes one long moment to enjoy the contact, chroma surging through him in the way he has always imagined blood might feel in veins, before shifting his hands to Hanzo's shoulders instead.
And it is still so tempting to give in to what Zenyatta is already recognising as sweet-talk dressed as reason; when he laughs it's at his own fallibility as much as the attempt.]
No. My experiences are limited to a few stolen embraces in my earlier years. [Maybe he's teasing a little there, trying to implant a couple of scenarios in Hanzo's mind: Zenyatta and another monk, locked together in a quiet corner.
If that weren't obvious enough, he doubles down with a playful little cock of the head, voice lilting:] If you are trying to seduce me, Hanzo, you must work harder. Logic is hardly the most romantic of inspirations- and I must confess, I would rather be romanced than ravished.
[He is playing with fire. But whether it's the moonlight or not, he simply cannot resist.]
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For example he's sure Zenyatta doesn't have lips, but he thinks about kissing them more times than he can count with any amount of digits to keep count on. And now that it's on his mind he does exactly that, kissing wherever his lips catch naturally on the front of Zenyatta's "face."]
I am afraid I do not have any experience with romance. [Hanzo confesses, a soft laugh following, but he's not going to give up so easily. He's sure he'd stand a better chance in his more natural state, but he may not be this bold without sanguis' blessing.]
It is a pity. I would be delighted to be the first to ravish you thoroughly.
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Ravish you, Hanzo says, and Zenyatta sighs with the force of one with air to truly expel.]
Hanzo...
[The objection is audibly half-hearted. It would feel so good to fall, he thinks dreamily. The weightlessness. Hanzo could lift him bodily if he tried. Zenyatta does not know when they moved but his arms have wound themselves around Hanzo's shoulders, holding. One hand grips the back of his haori; the other reaches for the new-fallen white of his hair and tangles in it, seeking to graze the warmth of his scalp and then those new twitching ears with the velvet pads of his new fingers.]
You speak of ravishing me, and yet... you are so lovely. I did not realise you could be this gentle.
[If Hanzo cannot romance him, Zenyatta decides, he will teach him first.]
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There are hands around his shoulders keeping him close even when he's put a bit of space between their faces. He doesn't have the incentive or the will to tear himself any further away from the monk than this. There's a nagging sensibility in the back of his mind reminding him of how wrong this might be to do with a monk--and worse, Genji's master. Yet his face flushes like he is the innocent one of the two of them.]
You may be the only one who has ever considered me lovely.
[He's close to scoffing at the compliment as his hands move to touch Zenyatta's ears. They're unjustifiably cute.]
I suppose if you do not know much about me other than my greatest mistake, it could be surprising. [Hanzo's teasing him, and the sharp teeth in his mouth peek out when he smiles.] It also helps that you smell like you want me.
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The scarlet of his jieba burns low and intimate, a light for only the two of them.]
Impossible. You are wickedly handsome, and elegant, and your eyes are as sweet and dark as any hare's.
[Though he stands before him now as the predator rather than the prey, and when his fingers find Zenyatta's ears he feels their claws skim metal and makes a soft, sighing sound. Thinking of them elsewhere: his neck, in his wires.
He smiles, and Zenyatta sees danger in it, and hears it in his voice. But he does not run.]
Have I given myself away already? [In spite of himself he is excited, wondering if Hanzo can truly scent his arousal, like any bitch in heat. Nonetheless, he continues almost at a sing-song, even as his tail draws around them both, curling against Hanzo's waist.] You must not mistake physical attraction for desire, Hanzo...
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I am sorry, I..you smell very good.
[And yes, that does give him away. In a sense. Perhaps not the same sense they're each thinking, but it's quite revealing and the reason why he's not afraid to press further to see what Zenyatta will allow. He's a monk, yes, but he's also incredibly tempting. When that tail curls around him his grin is broad and his intentions are not so pure--not that they had been earlier.]
Is that what you think it is? [Just to prove his point (it's a bad plan), he nudges Zenyatta gently at first, then reluctantly pushes him away to see how he responds to space between them. He's honestly not sure how this will go, and it may very well backfire.]