A/N: Mild lime warning.

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You couldn't recall the last time you felt this way—dizzy, weak in the knees, and jittery all over.

Your breaths came shallow and rapid. You felt a tightness in your chest—and your skin burned with fever.

The churning, aching desire deep in your core was unbearable, driving you senseless.

To the point of tears.

It was something that demanded more than your acknowledgement. It began to take its toll on you, this supernatural need for you to connect beyond mere touch—and you'd learn, in time, that it was much too urgent to be repressed.

This fervor felt more like a necessity, like your life depended on it... as if you'd perish if you chose to relinquish this chance of having him.

Holding his battle-worn hand, you lifted it to your chest and pressed it firmly against your fluttering heart.

The pads of his fingers felt rough against your skin. It was a sensation that made you want him all the more.

Want him like he was the only one who could quench this ungodly yearning.

Invisible strings moved you, a puppet to lust. You'd brought your lips close to the lobe of his ear, "Please don't say no..."

His breath was hot on your neck, and you felt his lips skim over your bare skin. He whispered, nearly trance-like, "How could I say no to you?"

The response thrilled you beyond reason, and you found yourself face to face with him.

A millennium's worth of waiting, of longing, showed in his eyes.

This is wrong... all wrong.

Despite the warning, you chose to stay still and bask in the giddy tension. You were succumbing to the base desire in you.

You wanted him—the man with the icy gaze. His eyes didn't used to be so guarded.

They used to be filled with gentle affection. Not solely for you, but for every being they gazed upon.

You can make things right again.

Someone or something was coaxing you, trying to justify this lust for someone you shouldn't be lusting after.

He drew closer now, finding it difficult to resist you—the forbidden fruit, the object of his desire for as long as he could remember.

And when his lips finally met yours, he felt his emptiness recede.

And as he pressed his lips more firmly to your own, it was like becoming whole. Like you were the proverbial missing piece to his puzzle.

On your back, in his bed, you wrapped your legs around his waist—wanting more.

Wanting sex.

Wanting to be fucked.

Wanting to satisfy the ache in your cunt.

So your hand traveled downward, down to where his manhood had grown erect.

Jack was hard for you, and you couldn't stifle your moan.

"Goddammit," He cursed under his breath when he pulled away from your lips. The sweetness of you was clouding his judgment.

"No, Jack," You grasped the front of his shirt, pulled him forcefully back onto your barely-covered body. "I want you, please. I know you want me, too. Don't--"

"This isn't you, okay?" He gazed deeply into your eyes, clearly torn between his desires and his morals. "You love Gabriel."

"Fuck him," Your eyes flashed an abnormal shade of red, and it unsettled him. "I want you inside me."

You watched as his eyes went wide with surprise. You were too inebriated to give a damn about what was right or wrong.

After he regained his composure, his gaze turned firm and determined.

"...I'm calling Angela. She'll know what's wrong with you." He grabbed your wrists and set your hands at your sides.

"There's nothing wrong with me," You argued as you watched him pull away, leaving you by yourself.

Leaving you frustrated enough to scream.

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It was four in the morning, and Angela Ziegler sported bags under her blue eyes. Her normally done-up hair was down and in a slight disarray. She looked halfway ridiculous with her lab coat worn over a set of paw-print pajamas.

"I've sedated her," She said grimly.

"What the hell's going on with her?"

"Confusion, maybe related to some hormonal changes—"

"She went into my bed and came onto me," Jack tried to fight off the flushing that began to creep up his neck. "That's not just some hormonal changes. Her eyes turned red, Angela. What's going on?"

She sighed and put down the clipboard she pretended to survey.

"[Y/N]'s pregnant, Jack. With Gabriel's child."

Silence ensued, but Angela couldn't mistake the tension running along his jaw.

In a sudden moment, he drove his fist into the surface of her desk. In the aftermath of his unrestrained anger, her desk was split apart and large wooden splinters decorated the office floor.

"This is exactly why we didn't tell you," Angela sighed and shook her head.

"...how long have you known about this?"

"Since she started living with you," She said plainly, untouched by his angered display.

"Why would you keep this from me?"

"Because I knew exactly how you'd react! Just like this!" She crossed her arms, responding with equal anger now. "There is such a thing as patient privacy, Jack!"

"That's not a luxury we can afford when I'm responsible for her safety," He was quick to retort. "Now we can sit here and go back and forth about this all damn night, or we can figure out what the hell is making her act this way."

She finally spoke after considering many things, particularly things she noticed about Jack's behavior over the past few days, months... maybe even decades, "It must have taken a lot of self-restraint."

The raw emotion in his blue eyes flickered. Though he knew what she was really alluding to, he chose to feign ignorance. "What?"

"It's painfully obvious, Jack." She paused to watch the change in his hardened expression. "And I'm appalled that I have not noticed until now... you love her, don't you?"

He answered with silence, his lips pressed into a thin line.

She had never taken notice before due to the difference in his age and yours.

But now that he'd gone through a physical reversal, the possibility of Jack being in love with you was more plausible.

And his decision to not remark only confirmed her growing suspicion.

"Well, maybe now you can make it work..."

"Why are we talking about this now?"

"Because I know what she needs—based on her blood test results, she's having vast hormone fluctuations. And maybe there's another biological entity influencing her. Possibly related to the life she's carrying."

"You're beating around the bush, Angela," He was growing impatient with the anticipation she'd built.

"I'm not a hundred percent certain, but my hypothesis is that she needs to copulate."

Bewildered, Jack fell into brief silence and stared at the blond physician like she'd grown two heads. "You're telling me she needs to have sex to return to normal?"

"I was not joking about her hormone fluctuations. The reproductive aspects of her endocrine system are significantly altered. I'm not saying this is completely normal, but--"

"It's not." He said steely. "You want me to sleep with her, was that where you were going with this?"

"Maybe that's not such a bad idea. We want for you to be with her. Gabriel is hardly good for her wellbeing."

"Do you realize how ridiculous this all sounds?"

"You ain't so bad when you think about the alternative."

The moment he saw McCree step into the room with Mei trailing behind him, Jack realized that they had all conspired against him.

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A/N: There you have it, folks. Reaper gave you some type of supernatural STD. 🤭

Just kidding! (Sort of.) Stay tuned to find out.

I'm currently working on Saucy Tales--a Hanzo oneshot. So I'm not going to update this until that work is finished. I hope not to take too long.

Please hit the star button to vote if you enjoyed reading this, friends. Thank you all so much for your kind words and encouragement! The motivation factor is incredible with the support you've showered me.

Love, Mei

P.S. Here's what I'd imagine Jack looking like at this point in the story (sans the Overwatch strike-commander outfit).