“Don’t complain brother.” The slightly metallic voice echoed slightly in the small side room Genji had cornered Hanzo in. Not that the archer could complain as Genji had taken the cloth holding his hair up and was currently finishing tying it around the back of his brother’s head— effectively gagging him. “You know the rules, and I haven’t been able to take my winnings from the last time.” Genji continued as if Hanzo had actually answered him.

Taking a step back to admire his work Genji felt pleased as he took in the bent over form of his brother, the only thing keeping him up was the table he was being supported by. There were some times, like this, that Genji deeply appreciated the fact that he was a cyborg. While he had come to terms with it, that didn’t mean he didn’t miss his human body. However using that knowledge to temporarily disable his own brothers cybernetic legs so he couldn’t move? Well, sometimes things just worked out. So maybe he was more than a little bitter as he reached under his brothers shirt to tug his pants down far enough to expose his backside.

Chuckling at the sight, fond memories from his younger years coming back to him whenever they played this game of cat and mouse. Below him he watched as Hanzo sighed through the gag and resigned himself to his loss with a thud as his forehead hit the table. “There we go. There’s that familiar bitter losing spirit.” Genji teased, even after all these years some things seemed to sometimes fall right back into place between the two of them.

Sliding his hands up Hanzo’s thick thighs, Genji enjoyed watching the tanned skin jump slightly at the cold metal touch of his hands. “You are going to have to warm them up for me brother.” Hanzo just growled at him before flinching as a cold robotic hand wrapped around his cock— Genji didn’t feel guilty in the slightest, instead he just laughed lowly behind his mask. “We are going to have to do things a little differently this time Hanzo. I am sure you won’t mind all that much though.” His brother for all his unbending rules, complete lack of a sense of humor, occasional rants about honor, and just generally being an ass sometimes, was surprisingly very open in the bedroom— or in this case the lack of one.

Stroking the dick in his hands, feeling it start to fill in his slowly warming grip, Genji pondered over what he was going to do. He both had, and didn’t have a lot of options, depending on how far he wanted to take this.