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Ch. 1: Consider this an order, Vakarian	By : calliphoridae Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 1736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Comm Room
- 1
“Shepherd.”

She jumped. She didn’t expect to be followed back to her chambers.

Turning, she looked up into the stony eyes of her Turian crewmember. “What can I do for you, Vakarian?”

He didn’t speak, but simply held his gaze.

She heard her chamber doors seal shut. Then silence.

“Shepherd…”

“What?” she said, unintentionally allowing more impatience to come out in her voice than she meant. She didn’t care when people weren’t direct with her, but she felt the tension in the room rising.
He shifted his shoulders in a defensive matter, pulling at the cowl of his suit.

“What do you think is going to happen when we get through this?”
She was taken aback, but rebounded to say, “you mean if we get through this”.

“You heard me before, I think killing you once only made it worse for the Collectors”.

“Vakarian, I need you to get to the point.”

He stepped closer. She held her ground. She started to hear her heart pound in her ears. She noted his dilated pupils.

“I think it’s obvious I would die under your command. You tend to test that loyalty frequently–”

“Hm,” she snorted, crossing her arms across her chest.

He stepped closer, ever to slightly.

“The thing is,” his voice dropped an interval, “I’m pretty sure I’d die for you, too.”

Her eyes were stinging. She realized in her intense study of his cryptic expression she had forgotten to blink.

She sighed.
Then silence.

To the Turian, it looked as if he had simply told her about something as banal as the weather, but inside her head was spinning.

“Garrus…”

He noted the use of his first name, the softness in her voice.

“Just… let me know if I have any chance of running before you blast me,” he said, eyeing the Katana on her desk.

“Since when did you get feelings before a fight? Aren’t you Turians supposed to look forward to this kind of thing?” Again, the impatient tone.

“Well, yeah. Yes. We do. Basically born to die in battle. But—”

“But this is different.”

“I’ll die an accomplished man, but Shepherd, you need to come back.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that an order, Vakarian?” She briefly relished the surprised look of worry on his face.

“No, I uh, excuse me, Commander.” He stood up straighter, his shoulders tense.

Now it was her turn to step forward.

The room was dark, except for the dim light coming from her fish tank. At this closer distance, he could see that his normally composed Commander was flushed.

A warm, calloused hand touched the left side of his mandibles.

“Yes or no, Garrus.”

“Yes.”
He didn’t know what the question was. Shepherd closed the short space between them, reaching with her other hand to unfasten his armor.

“It’s ridiculous you always wear this stuff inside…” she said, distractedly.

“You know me… Can’t trust that Salarian.”
She wasn’t listening. His armor fell to the ground with two thunks, exposing the skin-tight suit underneath.

He placed a taloned hand on her hip, remarking on the squishy, ridge-less flesh. How did humans not go extinct when they’re this soft?

“Garrus.” Shepherd said, seeming to notice his mind was wandering.

“I… watched the vids. I might have an idea of how this works for your species.”

“You studied?”

With no clever response, he leaned down and put his mandibles against her lips, uncertain if this was the right body part to do this with. It must’ve been, because she returned with her full weight, throwing her arms around his neck.

The static of a signal coming through. Another blue light appeared.

“Commander, the Illusive Man wishes to speak with you in the Comm Room.”

Shepherd swore.

“Can’t it wait, EDI?”

“He seems intent on contacting you.”

She pulled away, Garrus following her with his mouth for just the slightest moment. He straightened quickly, seeming to come out of a reverie.

“You should go. ‘Bout time I get back to those cal—”

She grabbed his hand and began walking towards the door, too quickly for him to grab his armor.

Looking back for just a moment, she smiled at him, “We’re not done here.”
Shepherd pulled him into the elevator, backing up until he was pinning her against the opposite wall.

“Remember all the great talks we used to have in here?”

“Shut up, Garrus.”

Shepherd grabbed him by the collar of his suit and pressed her lips hard into his mandibles. She moved her hips against his, feeling the want growing between her legs. Her hands ran up his muscular thorax, running her fingers in between his ridges. A low purr emanated from somewhere deep down inside him.

As slow as this damn thing was, there wasn’t enough time to get far. As soon as the doors opened, Shepherd pushed passed him and left the elevator.

Garrus felt vulnerable, practically naked without his armor. However, they didn’t see a single other crewmember wandering the corridors this late at night.

In the Comm Room, Shepherd turned to face him, a fire burning in her eyes.

“Here?”
She nodded.

With incredible strength, Shepherd was lifted off her feet and placed on the table in the center of the room. He slammed his body between her legs. Through her pants, she could feel the warm of his body combating the stark cold of the table.

EDI chimed in again. “Connecting you to the Illusive Man.”

Shepherd’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the flicker of the holo change from its default Normandy model. She recognized the distinct posture of the Illusive Man.

“Shep—”
Before her boss could say a second syllable, Garrus punched his omni-tool and the holo went to static.

“Is that okay? He’ll just think we’re going through a gamma field or something.”

“We’ll talk later about your insubordination.” Her voice was low and gravely. She knew what she wanted.

Without losing another moment, she reached out and undid the fastening of his pants. Immediately, his robust, blue member poured out, fully emerged and erect. Garrus looked sheepish.

“You might say there was a lot of anticipation.”

Heart pounding out her throat, she led his talons to her waistband and motioned for him to pull. One arm around her waist, he lifted her effortlessly off the table, simultaneously pulling her pants off her legs. The cold table pinched the skin of her ass.

He seemed to hesitate before what was next, looking Shepherd in her eyes, as if asking for permission.

She bit her lip, pulling him closer with her legs.

“Consider this an order, Vakarian.”

Pulling her underwear to one side, he placed his other hand on the table next to her and slowly pushed the entirety of his length into her.

Her eyes rolled back, immediately becoming lightheaded from the overwhelming sensation.
Garrus, both hands now on the table at her sides, placed his mandibles against her ear and moaned deeply.

Shepherd wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling all the muscles in her legs tensing and her toes flexing. She barely noticed the continued static of the holo continuing behind her. In fact, she wasn’t sure whether the Illusive Man could see and hear all of this.

Garrus continued pulling out, then pressing into her at an excruciatingly slow rate. Shepherd knew he was being cautious, always aware of maintaining his militaristic composer. Each time he filled her up with his length, she could feel the rumble against her body coming from his chest.

Again, the only light in the room was the dim glow of the holo. Shepherd could hardly see her feet stretched out in front of her as she peered over Garrus’s shoulder. She noted the goosebumps on her legs. He must be freezing.

Again, the static of the comm system chirped. But this time, it wasn’t EDI, nor the Illusive Man. A tentative, feminine voice came into the room.

“Garrus? Are you there?”

It was Tali. What did she want, especially at this hour? How did she know where he was?

Garrus’s hips stopped moving, his breath catching. Shepherd wasn’t sure if he was going to respond or pretend like he wasn’t here. Maybe she’d give up.

“I’m here.”

Shepherd, still looking over his shoulder, went still. She was shocked.

“I called your quarters, but you weren’t there. Why are you in the Comm Room at this hour?”

Why was she so concerned with his whereabouts in the middle of the night?

“Oh, you know, just needed a late-night stroll to clear my head.”

Tali paused. “Do you want some company?”

“No,” Garrus answered quickly, “it’s okay.”

“Okay…” She sounded disappointed. What was going on?

“Tali, I should probably go—”

“Garrus, can you come to my quarters tonight? I could really use the company. We could pick up from where we left off the other night.” She said it quickly, obviously nervous.

Shepherd pulled her head back to stare in surprise at Garrus. She forgot entirely that he was still a foot deep inside her, pulsing.

Garrus shook his head, looking around for the solution to the messy situation in which he’d found himself. He was very aware of still being inside Shepherd. Maybe…

He started to move his hips again at a slightly faster pace before, but still very controlled. He locked eyes with Shepherd, who was still searching for an explanation to what she just heard, trying to maintain her own composure through the resumed sensation.

“Garrus?”

Seconds had passed and still Garrus hadn’t responded to Tali.

“I should really…” he strained to hold in a grunt, “stay here and work on those calibrations”.

His pace quickened again. Shepherd could feel the tip of his length touching her cervix. She yearned to feel that pain inside her even more. But she was determined to understand.

“You’re always working on those.”

“I said, not tonight.” This time, it was his turn to sound impatient. His taloned hands wrapped around each of Shepherd’s wrists, pulling them down to pin them on the table. Shepherd thought this was an uncharacteristically dominant move on his part. His façade was weakening. She could feel his pace unsteady and his breathing become ragged.

Shepherd pressed her mouth against Garrus, biting his shoulder to keep from making too much noise.

“Fine.” He said.

Her eyes widened suddenly. Did he just agree for a follow-up fuck?

Tali could hardly hide her excitement.

Garrus was pounding harder, faster into Shepherd. He put a hand on her chest and pushed her down flat on the table. With one hand he covered her mouth, and with the other pinned hers to the table above her head.

The table was shaking from his force. There’s no way she can’t hear this.

“And wear your nice armor? I wouldn’t mind tweaking some of its electronics after we’re done. If we have the energy.”

Shepherd could barely muster the focus to mull over “after we’re done”.

Garrus gathered all his self-control for just enough time to say,

“You got it, babe.”
And, slamming the comm system off with a press of his omni-tool, he unleashed all his animalistic desire on Shepherd, pounding every single inch of his member into her repeatedly, relentlessly. Shepherd had never heard a Turian, much less Garrus Vakarian, make such loud, uncontrolled noises.

Her body ached and rejoiced with the plethora of sensations she was experiencing. Through the dark, she could see his scarred face come in and out of view between strokes. His pupils were dilated even more than before, like a predator finally seizing his prey.

He began shaking violently, and with a final roar, collapsed on top of Shepherd. She could feel the fluid leaking out of her, hear the echoing sound of drops hitting the Comm Room floor.

Garrus felt his head rising and sinking with Shepherd’s heaving chest. He had lost control. Was she hurt? He didn’t like that she wasn’t saying anything. At this point, a Turian woman would’ve re-equipped her guns and left the building. He decided to break the silence.

“So, that reach I was telling you about…”

Shepherd sat up, forcing Garrus to straighten up as well.

Her head was reeling. She didn’t know what to say next. Do I bring up Tali or the monstrous Elcor in the room that just fucked my brains out?
Following this thought, she noticed his member was still inside her and was still engorged, despite having an orgasm. She wasn’t sure how Turians worked in that regard.

“You and Tali.”

“Yes.”

“How long…?”

Garrus took a deep breath.

“Not long. Since you brought her along with us to find Sidonis. There was a lot on my mind after that, and she was there to talk to about it. She said she admired my scope. Not sure if that was a euphemism, but either way, it worked.”

Shepherd’s stomach twinged. It was hard to justify her intense feelings when, prior to tonight, she had not considered pursuing a relationship with her top gunman and most loyal friend.

Garrus noticed her stern scowl.

“Shepherd, you aren’t jealous, are you?”

Shepherd had expected this to come out of him with concern, but instead she sensed a challenge in his voice.

The idea of making his commanding officer wild with envy was re-awakening the temporary quiescence of the monster within him. His hips began to move involuntarily, pulling himself out to the very tip.

Shepherd bit her tongue, willful to not give herself away.

“I’ll ask again,” Garrus said, his voice growing louder with excitement, “do you have a problem that I’m going to go upstairs to fuck another woman after you?”

He slammed his fists on the table behind her and rammed into her with even greater force than before. Shepherd let out a resounding scream, unable to contain the surge of pleasure.

“Do you not like imagining me sticking my dick someplace else, and she doesn’t even know that you got it first? Should I call you over the comm while I’m doing it?”

There must’ve been footsteps at the door of the Comm Room, because suddenly Garrus pound his fist into his omni-tool and Shepherd herd the door’s electronics fizzle as they failed.

She might’ve orgasmed. She might’ve even orgasmed ten times by now, but the sensations were so great that there was no way she could peak over it. Her ass slid on the table, now wet with sweat.
Shepherd let out a gasp as Garrus tilted his head and bit her neck. He was dominating her. She never thought she would see this side of him. She loved it.

The holo must’ve disconnected at some point, because the only sounds now were Shepherd’s cries and Garrus’s grunts echoing in the metallic room.

“Garrus stop.”

As if she had turned off a switch, the Turian stopped moving, stopped grunting, and looked at her with worried eyes.

“I hurt you.”

“No. But. You might. Break me in half.” Shepherd panted.

“Fuck.”

He pulled out of her but did not move away from her body. He looked at her intently.

“Shepherd, I won’t lie, I want to go up there tonight. You know it means nothing between her and me. That being said, anything that happens between right now and the Collectors will be an insignificant blur because of you. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Shepherd was conflicted. She wanted him all to herself, to know she was his only focus until his possible dying breath at their next mission. However, the thought of him going up to Tali tonight, the thought of her listening in unknowingly while she made Garrus lose control, was beyond heaven.

“No. I’m sorry, but we finally got to this point and I just need to have this – have you – before the end.”

He nodded, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Always, Shepherd.”
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