Genji burned you with a molten stare, red eyes framed by his face guard. His full bladder was uncomfortable. When added to the various phantom pains, the soreness of numerous recent surgeries, and the random noises from his new body parts, he was on edge.

But you held the remote and therefore, were not afraid. You don’t know why Moira made a remote for this, but you enjoyed it too much to ask. The thick wires sprouting out of the back of his head stopped him from going far. From ripping himself from his seat and springing forward to wrestle you for the remote. The wires were firmly attached to the diagnostic machinery of the chair.

Genji drummed his human fingers on the armrest. Slowly. He dipped his chin a couple inches, heating his stare further.

“All I said was, be careful,” Reyes said, sitting on the counter behind you. “If you burst his bladder, and we have to install a new one, Captain Amari is gonna be on my ass.” He leaned forward. “Do you know why?”

“Why, Commander?”

“Because we’ll be over budget. Again.”

You swivelled around in your office to look at him.

“Maybe if you didn’t import so much carne asada from California, you wouldn’t spend so much.”

“What do you know about comfort food, huh?” he asked, landing on his feet.

“You’re half-black. Import some fried chicken, instead for once.”

Reyes tutted.

“Why do I have to appeal to one half? Why not both?” He paused for effect, lowering his voice. “You know what I should get?”

“What?”

“Watermelon.”

You laughed. He left the room, cackling down the hallway at his own joke.

You swivelled back around to face Genji. His chest expanded in a dramatic sigh.

You crossed your legs, pressing one of the buttons on the remote. It increased the fluids flowing into his body, also increasing the urine input into his artificial bladder.

Genji scootched back in his seat next, his knees caving inward. His eyes rolled upwards. He tried to not let his knees touch. A blush crawled up to the skin visible around his eyes.

“Need to go?”

Genji nodded rapidly. The wires clacked with the movement. You saw the pleading in the way his eye muscles contracted.

You shook your head slowly with fake sympathy on your face. He made a frustrated noise, balling his fists. He crossed his ankles.

You waited, swinging back and forth on the chair to amuse yourself. Genji slid a heel knife along the front of his other shin. You swung in time with the squealing metal on metal.

“Please.”

It was so quiet that you had to ask him to say it again.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

He growled.

“Please let me use the bathroom,” he spat through clenched teeth.

“I dunno. Your accent was heavy.” You spun all the way around, the wind pulling at your hair and clothes. “You might have to say it again.”

“You have no right to keep me here like this!” he yelled.

A drop of urine already leaked from the slit in his cock. His blush spread up his face and to where his ears used to be.

A few more drops leaked out, and he threw his head back with a low whine. You upped the fluid input one more time. The drops of urine turned into a stream. Genji finally shut his legs and folded forward as far as the wires let him. His head hung from them.

Your lips curled into a half smirk. A yellow puddle grew on Genji’s seat under his tush.

“Modesty plate is not water-tight…good to know…”

Your fingers danced on the holo-console to your left, making notes. Genji trembled in the background.

“You have your data,” Genji said. His tone crept upward to a whine with each word. “Turn. It. Off.”

“Not yet.”

Genji whipped his head side-to-side. His thighs were clamped tightly together, clacking against each other as he shook. The stream of urine gushed. A few moments later, the tapping of drops on the tile reached your ears.

Drops also landed on his thighs. Tears, from his scrunched eyes. A pathetic sob shook his chest.

“Aaaaannnd there we go,” you said, pressing the button to stop the flow of extra fluids.