wo'ah, earf, birming'am, fish n' chips... long ago, the fou' nations live togedah in ah'mony. then ev'ryfing changed when the IRA attacked.... only the avatah, mastah of all fou' elements could stop 'em but when the queen needed 'im most, 'e vanished. 100 yea's passed and me bruv and i found the new avatah. a fish n' chips bendah named aang. although 'is chipbendin' skills ah great, 'e still 'as a lo' to lea'n 'fore 'e's ready to save anyone m8.

Latching his lips around Hanzo’s nipple, Genji flicked the stiffened swollen nub with his tongue experimentally and heard Hanzo catch his breath. Of course he would be sensitive there, even more so now than before, and reeling from the intimate knowledge, Genji began to suck in earnest. Steady trickles of milk splashed into his mouth, and he drank deeply, feeling the warmth spread through his cybernetically enhanced body, that felt almost as comforting as the obvious trust Hanzo was placing in him this evening. Thirsty for more, Genji used his other hand to fondle the breast, massaging the taut, lush flesh under his palm until Hanzo began to sigh and shudder. He sensed his brother’s fingers resting on the back of his skull, an encouraging touch, and he thought he could die happy like this, face buried in those spectacular breasts.