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Genji had seen many things in his life via the power of the internet. He had explored the vast quantities of images of scandalous women and men, delved deep into the world of shameful sin and come out with new eyes upon the world, but he hadn’t really felt anything that he thought would make him question his tastes.
He was a young man, a modest twenty years of age ad had his fair share of girlfriends with a passing interest in men he hadn’t really bothered to explore or had a desire to do so. Pictures of men and movies of men were just that. Media. Like most media, it did very little to actually arouse Genji’s interest other than a passing look, thus his interests in men had been buried easily under assurances of it being a passing fancy.
It took seeing perfect masculinity in the flesh for his senses to have their great awakening to the world of possibility that he had so long denied.
Genji had been lounging on the beach next to his brother in the shade, eyeing up the potential candidates for a passing torrid affair of passion on the sunny Californian beach. Being alone with only his brother’s company on this trip did not sit well with his social needs. He wanted a lover, even if it was a temporary one, to waste the vacation time with. It was either that or going to art museums with Hanzo to stare at artwork and pretend he understood the “deeper meanings” of things. He had been about to throw in the towel and lower his standards for his partner on this trip when “he” had walked by.
The man, tall, dark skinned, muscled perfectly to the smallest crevice of sculpted mastery wearing a tight speedo that hugged a firm posterior with just enough cushion to accentuate those rippling, supple thighs, and a cold look of disinterest as if he was a damn God of men walking among dogs, was an answer to every playboy’s dream of a perfect partner.
The young Shimada sat there, staring, eyes growing wide as he lowered his sunglasses with one hand and gave a noisy slurp from the fancy iced drink he had been casually sipping.
Something inside Genji in that moment felt like it awoke.
Solemnly he set down the drink and sat up, crossing his arms as he watched this mysterious stranger head down to the water with some white young blond American with a god awful farmer’s tan, eyes narrowing.
“Ani-ja. I’ve come to a realization that you must know for I am not going to hide who I am,” Genji said solemnly, not looking towards his brother.
Hanzo didn’t even bother to look up from his book, “What is it this time?”
“I think I really, really like men,” Genji confessed.
The Elder Shimada looked over at Genji, lowering his shades to stare unimpressed at Genji before turning back to his book with a shake of his head, not surprised.
Genji heaved a loud sigh, flopping back some to give his brother a near pout giving a shove to his brother’s chair, “I’m being serious Hanzo. I like men. I want to know that you won’t kick me out or something because I, Genji Shimada, your brother, want to go down right now and hit on a guy beacuase I want to-”
“Genji, I’ve been considering you like men since we were children and you wanted to be the wife of every handsome male actor and would cry when you were told they were already married or dead,” Hanzo drawled, not looking up from his book, “Besides, I’m on vacation and I do not care what you get up to, as long as you don’t end up in prison. I do not have to care about the fate of the clan when I’m on a two week departure from those affairs,”
Genji just stared at Hanzo some, a faint flush rising to his cheeks before he grumbled, flipping his sunglasses back up and getting to his feet, “Damn you and your privy to my most vulnerable childhood moments,”
“And damn you for always being an embarrassment that I forever have to bare,” Hanzo returned with a snort.
With a scowl, Genji left behind his brother as he stepped into the sun and made his way down the beach towards the water. Quickly he summoned up every hint of charm he had, the confident smile quickly finding its way onto his face as he waltz down to the beach front. He paused to put his hands on his hips as if surveying the ocean like it was his domain before quickly locating his target.
The man in question was alone now, up to the waist in the water and just cooling off no doubt from wherever he had been lounging as if the king of the California beach, overlooking his empire of sweaty, muscled men and women bathed in the sheen of tanning oil and adorned with clinging swimsuits and flipflops.
The young Japanese man flipped up his sunglasses to let his gaze rove along the muscular form of the man before wading in himself, playing it off as if he too was just cooling off. He took off his sunglasses completely before ducking below the water, coming up with a rather dramatic flare, using his free hand to push his hair back out of his face with relish. In that moment, Genji knew he looked like a perfectly poised, handsome model of Japanese pop star. He had spent a lot of time practicing his delivery to get people to practically swoon from his very aura alone. He wouldn’t be much of a playboy if he was not desirable or able to speak well with other. Everything lay in the presentation. Casually, Genji casted a look towards the man that was his newest fancy.
He seemed to have noticed. At the very least he was looking at Genji. The young man practically preened under the attention, giving a smirk and arching an eyebrow, keeping his hand busy mussing up his hair more.
“The weather is nice today,” Genji spoke first, picking an easy topic to have a slight discussion on.
The man gave a shrug, “Typical weather,” He murmured, “You must be a tourist,”
“Pretty sure the accent gives that away,” Genji gave a soft chuckle, moving closer, “I’ll confess I don’t know much of the area though,”
“I’m not giving tours,” The man growled out, eyeing Genji, “Not to strangers,”
“Well if that is the case, I’m Genji Shimada and if not a tour, could I ask you out on a date?” he pressed, giving a smile.
There was a long pause of silence and the man was giving Genji an odd look as he crossed his arms across his broad chest, “Do you know who I am?”
Genji just tilted his head, “I doubt knowing who you are is going to change the fact I want to ask you out on a date, but I would like to know your name,”
Another long pause of silence stretched between them, broken up by the sound of the ocean before at length, the beautiful stranger finally said his name, “Gabriel Reyes,”
The way he said his ‘rs with that Spanish roll had Genji positively shivering However the name itself sunk in quickly as Genji just stared at the object of his affections. An object of affection that was also the greatest threat to his family and pretty much a sworn enemy. A man that was a commander of a branch of Overwatch that worked to overthrow his family entirely. A cloud of thoughts filled Genji’s mind as his brow furrowed. He pursed his lips in thoughts while Gabriel just gave a snort, turning away, “Thought so,”
Really, pursuing Gabriel would be unwise and be getting into that territory of no that would get Hanzo more than a little upset. However the possibilities that could be done in a short period of time….
“No, no, no,” Genji corrected, shaking his head as he waded up beside Gabriel, hooking his arm around one of Gabriel’s biceps causing the man to tense up, “Being you are a sworn enemy of my clan is not the issue no. The issue is me getting away from my bodyguards so we can go to a bar and then afterwards you can fake kidnap me for some in depth interrogation in your bedroom,”
The young Shimada flashed a grin to Reyes. The stoic look that had been on the Overwatch agent’s face was gone and replaced by an expression of shock and a clear tinge of a blush as he stared at Genji. Genji just responded with a grin and a wink, “What? Would you rather it was me who fake kidnapped you for interrogations? I have more experience being in control. Maybe stage an escape to turn the tables on me and put me in my place for thinking I could break you?”
The only response he got was Gabriel quickly pulling away and beating a hasty retreat to the shoreline. Genji watched him go and gave a chuckle, watching where the man headed to on the beach and planning his neck move.
Gabriel Reyes.
This really would be a fun chase and a perfect forbidden little affair to pursue for his first forays into the realm of same sex relations.