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[Leading up to the Shimada Clan's final days as a cohesive and respectable organization, Genji had thought that finally bringing low the family that had caused him so much pain would make him feel... better. The weight would lift and he would find some sort of respite from his emotions. Anyone outside looking in would have been able to quite simply tell him that such an idea was a load of shit, but it had driven him. Instead, when the deed was done and he's torn the last leg out from under the clan, he'd only been left with a feeling of aching emptiness.

Perhaps it had seemed strange then for that to be the time he finally agreed to the cybernetic streamlining that Dr. Ziegler had been quietly trying to convince him of for far too long. Her gentle approach had been rebuffed, if not outright ignored, every time. There was a part of him that preferred the hellish appearance Blackwatch had gifted him with, whether he thought he deserved it or it simply made his job easier.

But there was no job anymore. Certainly Commander Reyes could continue to send him on operations, but he's seen enough to know that even that isn't going to last forever. Overwatch, Blackwatch... it was all spiraling out of hand and eventually nothing was going to be able to sustain it. He couldn't stay, Reyes' wishes be damned, but he wasn't going to leave like this either.

He knows Dr. Ziegler worries about him- he fights her on it whenever he has his appointments. The rest of the time, when he's not in her office because he has to be, when they pass in the hall, or cross ways during mealtimes... it scares him. But he owes her this and he can't leave without her knowing.

So the night before the operation- the night before he makes his decision final- he sneaks out. The window to her personal quarters is on the tenth floor and certainly not an entrance any sane person would expect, which makes it all the better for clandestine arrivals. Bare metal feet make the softest of clicking noises when they touch down on the sill, the dark shape of his body nearly hidden against the backdrop of the night sky, save for the dim red glow of his cybernetics.

He shouldn't be here.]

Dr. Ziegler... [A pause, then softer, as if he's said something he shouldn't.] Angela.

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I'm here. [It slips out on a whisper before he can stop himself, too distracted by everything else. Fuck. He drops his gaze, knowing he shouldn't have said it, a grimace flickering across his expression before he looks back up and kisses her. Better to occupy their mouths before they went too far. As if this wasn't.

He groans against her mouth and tries to adjust himself into a better position, wanting to be deeper, go faster, but the desk makes for an awkward angle. Cursing under his breath, he forces himself to stop and pulls back, but only so he can get his arms under her knees and hike her legs up, hands gripping her backside so when he steps back away from the desk, he has her in his arms. A few quick strides and he brings them around the desk, shoving her back up against the wall with a quiet grunt, finally able to drive his cock in to the base with the leverage he wants.

He doesn't hold back, leaving behind the softly spoken words and gentle touches in favor of the quick snap of his hips, pinning her between the wall and his body. He's here so they can sate their desires before he's gone- to fuck, because that's what they've been wanting isn't it?]

[eidgenossen]

[The kiss works at distracting Angela, or at least she pretends it does, as if they hadn't already taken this too far. From here until the end it's better if they say nothing and give themselves over to the heat and rhythm of their bodies.

She hastily clings to him when he abruptly hoists her into his arms, blinking in surprise. There's a quiet noise when she feels her back hit the wall, but that's nothing compared to the way she moans when he thrusts back into her, all the way in, hot white pleasure stabbing up the length of her spine. Her shaking legs squeeze tight around him, her skin hot and slick with sweat as her lucidity begins to fall away with each thrust of his hips.

She wants to scream his name, how good it feels, how much she wants this, wants him, and it takes every ounce of control she has left to restrain herself. They were so close like this, and at the same time so far away, Even when she feels herself drowning under the feeling of their bodies pressed together and the sound of his hips driving into hers, Angela can feel another piece of her heart break.

Her toes curl and she gasps and cries out as she feels her orgasm beginning to wash over her- knowing he needs to breathe she presses her face into the crook of his throat in a vain attempt to muffle her cries and groans. Her sex squeezes hard around him, dripping down between her legs and the noise she makes is nearly a desperate sob. It's so good and so wonderful and all she wants is to tell him how good he's making her feel, hard shivers wracking her entire body as wave after wave hits her.]

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[Genji wants to believe that there still some way to salvage the distance they need to keep between each other, but he knows they've passed that point by now. It's been creeping in by inches and moments, an insidious weakness for the other- for what they can't have. He could stay, he thinks, likely in a moment of delirium as he fucks his primary physician against the wall of her personal quarters- why not, when the whole organization was on the brink of collapse anyway. Just let it all come crashing down around them. He thinks he might actually laugh then at the sick justice. He would deserve it... but Angela wouldn't. She didn't deserve any of this and it's the only thing that keeps him from ruining everything for his own selfish desires. She deserves better.

So he steels his resolve and lets the base lust of their bodies sweep him under. An ache starts to claw its way up his spine, following the lines of implants drilled into his back, hot and smothered under the suit that wraps his torso, sweat clinging to his hair, itching down the back of his skull. He presses against her, needing the wet heat of her body, needing to feel her pressed against his skin when there's almost nothing from the cybernetics. Only the dull, familiar pain and the ghost of a feeling, the pressure of his body pushed against hers, feeling all the more lacking when he can so keenly feel the hunger for her in the rest of him.

He lets it drive him on, digging his fingers into her sweat slicked skin as his thrusts grow shorter, harder, the tension winding up into his shoulders. She comes, shaking in his arms, and she doesn't need to say anything, he can feel it in her grasping hands and the wordless noises that she tries to hide into his shoulder. Even he had wanted to hold on for longer, he doesn't think he would have been able to. His good arm circled tight around her waist, he snaps the other up against the wall, clenched fingers scraping lines in the paint. He buries himself in her and the orgasm feels like a knife in his back, wrenching out a hard, drawn out snarl, his hips jerking in unsteady spasms, the mix of pain and pleasure unexpectedly heady. Fuck, if he could somehow just stay in this moment for longer, drag it out, relish in the feeling...

But no matter how hard he tries to cling to it, he can feel it already starting to fade and with a defeated groan he slowly sinks to his knees, pulling her down with him. He shivers in the wake of it, sweat stinging his eyes, his cybernetic hand still pressed to the wall beside her head. He doesn't want to let go. He wants to stay. He wants this to be a mistake... but he can't bring himself to think it.]

...Gomen nasai. [It's all he can croak out, his lungs burning, rasping against air that feels too dry and thin.]

[eidgenossen]

[Angela holds him tightly as they sink to the floor together, as if he'll disappear the instant she lets him go. She tilts her head up to rub her cheek against his, her fingers coming through dark hair.]

Shhh...[Perhaps she's being too tender, but what's done is done, and all she wants is to give him this last piece of comfort. He didn't change his mind when he first climbed in through her window, when they kissed, when she gave herself over to him... if they were to part ways after this, let their last minutes together be as happy as they can afford them to be. Which isn't much- a bittersweet realization.]

You'll be free. [Her voice breaks despite her efforts.] And I hope you can be happy.

[It would be too much to hope that they would find each other again after all of this, after Overwatch. The horizon was brimming with dark clouds, but Angela's not ready to leave yet. Now more than ever, they need her here. Before tonight, the thought of it wouldn't have hurt her the way it does now.

With great reluctance she's the one who starts to untangle her bodies, gingerly sliding off his lap with a quiet noise. Her hand worryingly caresses his cheek before she abruptly withdraws her touch, remembering that moment was now over.]

Are you all right? [She pauses, and then adds:] Your breathing.

[Neither of them were all right, she knows, but there was nothing to be done about that kind of pain.]

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[He leans into her despite himself, his head dropping to her shoulder and his hand sliding from the wall to grip her arm. He hurts, in every conceivable way there is to hurt, the warmth of her cheek and the soft brush of her fingers through his hair both a balm that he desperately wants to let himself accept. He can't answer her- any words that comes out of him are going to be too broken.

She finally pulls away and he shivers, suddenly cold. His skin itches and his cybernetics ache, familiar annoyances that seem amplified now in the absence of what pleasure had felt like, even for a moment. It's the way she yanks her hand back from his face that drives the final nail into what they'd had and for a brief moment, he feels something bitter and angry rising up in the back of his throat. Of course, even if he did allow himself the pleasure of screaming, he's not sure much would have come of it with the way it feels like he can't quite get a full breath.]

It's fine. [He's wheezing, but it's fine. What else was he going to say? His hands drop away from her and he leans over to push himself up, his body protesting, but it's all coming back to him now. Pain is familiar; the way his head spins when he finally straightens up isn't. He catches himself, his first step more of a stagger, and he holds his breath if only to keep silent the noise his breathing makes as he gropes for his mask. There's a soft hiss of pressurized air as he clips it back into place with shaking fingers, leaning heavily against the edge of Angela's desk. Glancing aside, he spots the little hologram disc, teetering on the edge, having just barely avoided being swept to the floor earlier. He reaches out on a whim and slides it back, the schematics for the new suit flickering on again, a silent reminder of his conviction. Tomorrow, everything would change.]

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All right. [She prods and he shuts her out. It's just like their appointments- except for the part where she's naked and in need of a shower. Sweat damp hair is pushed hastily out of her face as she tries to think of something to say. It felt too cruel to pretend that nothing had happened, but what would be the point in the opposite? Tomorrow they would be gone from each other's lives... possibly for good.

But it still hurts, even though she knows he's only doing what he thinks is best. Maybe it's her fault. An apology hovers on the tip of her tongue, but she bites her lip and swallows it.

She folds her arms and watches him pick up the disc, wondering what's going through his head. She tries to picture him slipping out the first chance he's left alone- he'll have to move fast, because he'll barely have any time before they notice he's gone. Reyes will be furious. Morrison and Amari will question her- she's never had to lie to her superiors before. But there's a first time for everything.]

Can you wait here, just for a second? [She considers getting dressed for this, but she'll need a shower regardless, and- well, he'd already seen everything. Angela slips quietly from the room and returns a second later, two bottles in her hands. She works diligently, as if she wasn't completely naked in front of him, retrieving a pen and note pad from the floor. Something is hastily scribbled down and, with a deep breath to steel herself, she carefully begins to remove one of the bottle's labels. Might as well break more rules tonight.]

You might want to hide this somewhere you can retrieve it from while you're... on your way out. You'd be better at smuggling it out than I would be. [After they realize he's gone she'll be pulled into an interrogation room. With one label removed and in one piece, she begins work on the second one.] Just in case, I'm dating the prescription to a few days ago. You were experiencing more pain than usual and needed some mild painkillers.

[It's a story she's making up more for herself than him, as if he'd answer anyone's questions if they bothered to ask. With the labels switched, she attaches the notes to one of the bottles. There's a hesitant pause before she reaches over and takes his free hand, pressing the bottle into his palm.]

They'll make you drowsy, so try not to take any until you're sure you're safe... and please take some.

[It's the last thing she can truly do for him.]

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[He could have been more polite, she was concerned after all, but unless she was going to give him a new pair of lungs tomorrow on top of everything else, there was no point in fussing over it. It was his fault anyway, overexerting himself like he had. He closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing, but he can still feel her gaze on him. A moment... he just needs a moment.

She asks him to wait and he cracks an eye, one red iris peering at her from under the shadow of his visor. Did she think he was going to leap back out the window when he could barely walk without falling over? He watches her go, taking in the shape of her and trying to commit it to memory in the few seconds he has.

By the time she comes back, he's put himself in order and is standing straighter without the need to slump himself over the edge of the desk. His head feels clearer as well, his breathing easier. He's not entirely sure what she's doing until she starts switching the labels and rambling out some sort of excuse. She doesn't have to do this, but he can't bring himself to say it. He doubts she would listen to him anyway.

He hesitates only briefly before closing his fingers around the bottle she gives him. They both knew he hated following 'doctor's orders', but he could give her this one concession.]

I will. Arigatou. [He starts to lift his hand, an urge to touch her just one last time, but stops himself halfway and brushes past her towards the window. He can feel his insides twisting up the closer he gets, teeth clenching behind his mask. Just let him do this... let him just walk away...

He gets to the window and steps up onto the sill, crouched there on the edge of this last threshold, the night air cold against his skin. And there he hesitates, that part of him that had laid broken in her arms so recently howling up from the black pit he had shoved it back down into. A litany of curses tumble through his head, all kept silent, but he finally tugs off his mask and turns around, red eyes bright in the dark as he seeks her.]

...Angela. [One more for the road, as Jesse liked to say- he just wants one more taste of her before he leaves.]

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Thank you. [She visibly relaxes as he accepts the pills, a quiet sigh of relief. Genji's refusal of opioids in the past had bordered on self-flagellating, and was one of the things she had refused to compromise on... even though she couldn't actually make him take the pills, she always made sure his prescriptions were filled and delivered to his quarters. It's almost bittersweet that he would finally start accepting her help now.

Anticipation crosses her face when he lifts a hand, replaced with quiet disappointment when he moves past her instead. Right. She can't blame him.

She turns to watch him go, barely bothering to try and hide the look on her face. They had crossed the point of no return, and she was too tired to pretend that this wasn't hurting her. But she wouldn't try to make him linger.

When he turns back around her heart leaps in her chest- it's too much to hope that he'd changed his mind, but...

She smiles, despite the heaviness weighing on her heart and walks over to him. A hand is lifted to cradle the side of his face as she looks at him, her gaze soft and sad at the same time before she pulls him in for one last kiss. All her aching and longing is poured into it, a kiss that can only be shared between two people who didn't know if they'd ever see each other again.

She has to pull away before she's overwhelmed, her breathing growing heavy again. Pink tints her cheeks and she reluctantly steps back, her fingers tracing his cheek before she drops her hand.]

Good bye, Genji. Take care of yourself.

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[He's not sure he's kissed anyone else the way he kisses her in that last shared moment between them, answering her unspoken longing in kind as much as he can. He wants to hold her in his arms but he knows if he gave in, it would be too much. This is all he can allow himself.

She steps back and he does let his fingers brush hers as her hand falls away, something that might have been a smile touching the corners of his mouth. It's an expression that never quite reaches his eyes, though. He clips his mask back into place and leans back in the window.]

Sayounara, Dr. Ziegler. See you tomorrow. [When they would have to pretend that nothing had happened. Business as usual. A last glance and drops away into the night, gone as silently as he had arrived.]