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Warnings: Explicit language, violence, violent sexual content, SUB/DOM, voice kink
Part 1- The Lieutenant
The Normandy docked on Omega. They needed to locate a mercenary hired by Cerberus to help them out.
He knew very little about the man. Only that he was an Alliance veteran, ex-Blue Suns’ second-in- command and legendary mercenary.
At the end of the docking hall they saw someone kicking a Batarian’s head in.
“You must be Zaeed.” Commander Shepard asked him, not interfering with the brutal attack.
“In the flesh.” He said, turning around and holding his arms up a little as if presenting himself. Then proceeded to kick the shit out of the Batarian.
“What is going on here.” Shepard asked him.
“Got a contract to bring him in, and it didn’t say alive.” Zaeed said, without turning around again.
Commander Shepard waited until he was done cracking the Batarian’s skull.
Zaeed turned around facing the squad and leaned against the wall. Decked out in a worn-torn, battered burnt orange suit of armor. One arm was covered in a thick alloy mesh with metal panels and the other was mostly bare other than a large steel shoulder guard. From his forearm down to his fingers, he wore an armored glove. His other hand was left bare.
He put a cigarette to his mouth and took a few long drags.
“You’re going to help us right?” the Commander asked him, with a serious face.
“Yea.” His voice was so distinct- rough and masculine laced with arrogance. He spoke with a heavy cockney accent. He looked at Commander Shepard dead in the eyes. One eye was a pale grey cybernetic, the other a dark hazel. He took another drag on the cigarette before dropping it.
“Like the hair.” He said pointing half-heartedly at Commander Shepard’s dark red Mohawk. “Know a lot of mercs with that look.” He seemed to be sizing the Commander up, possibly a dominance show down.
“You are kinda old aren’t you?” Vega blurted out, holding his large gun close to his chest.
Without looking at Vega, Shepard raised his hand to stop Vega.
“Let’s start.” Shepard said.
They met with a few others while on Omega to gather information and purchase some supplies.
Then found themselves back on the Normandy rather quickly.
“I am not sure about that merc, Commander. “ Vega told Shepard down in the dock bay area.
“Why?” Commander Shepard asked him with a scarred eyebrow raised.
“Don’t trust him is all.”
“Is it because he complimented my hair?” Shepard joked.
“Maybe.” Vega said, turning his back to Shepard, to lean on his worktable in thought.
“You don’t have to worry about anything James.” Shepard’s voice softened a bit.
“Look, I just have a bad feeling.” He turned back to Shepard.
Cortez left the bay area. James watched him leave and then quickly put his large hands on each side of Shepard’s face. “I don’t like how he looked at you. All up and down, sizing you up.”
“What you think I feel threatened?” Shepard said, moving James’ hands away.
“Oh no, that was not a menacing look he gave you, Loco.” James furrowed his brows.
“Wait, are you implying he was giving me that kind of look?” Shepard chuckled.
“Yes, I know that look.”
“There is no way that guy has any feelings like that towards me. He just oozes toxic masculinity.” Shepard said.
“Like you?” James retorted.
“I guess. I need to go talk to him.” Commander Shepard told Vega. “Don’t worry I won’t need saving.”
“I am not so sure about that in this case.” Vega grabbed Shepard’s arm and pulled him close in to a crushing hug. “I just get so fucking angry thinking about someone else’s hands on you.”
James grabbed the back of Shepard’s head and pressed his mouth against Shepard’s. He tried to stick his tongue in but Shepard broke it off.
“You know someone could walk in anytime.”
“Fuck em.”
“Won’t that destroy your image, macho man?” Shepard asked him with a faint grin.
“Fine, I am more concerned about your reputation than mine. Go talk to him but I expect you to come back here and see me.” Vega demanded.
Shepard walked out of the bay and headed to where Zaeed was being housed.
He had gotten comfortable very quickly. A few random items were scattered about including 5 knives stuck in to the wall.
He saw a model of a Turian ship, a large red helmet and an extremely battle-damaged rifle.
Commander Shepard went to touch it and Zaeed told him to back off.
Shepard raised his hands up and stepped back.
“So, tell me about this stuff.”
Zaeed mused with his gravelly voice, talking about the tales accompanying the artifacts.
“Interesting stories Zaeed. Now let’s focus on what to do next.”
“Ah see that’s the problem, there is something I need to take care of first.” He told Shepard shifting a bit then resuming his confident lean.
“What’s that?” Shepard asked him.
“Got a mission I need to finish first.” He folded his muscular arms, showing off what appeared to be a full sleeve of ink, Shepard noted the Blue Suns tattoo on his neck.
Zaeed caught him looking, “Souvenir.” He rasped. “So here’s the deal, I need to go to Zorya, rescue some miners and civilians there. “
“That’s it?” Shepard asked him.
“Yea that’s it. After that I’m all yours.” He opened his arms at the end of his statement.
“Well no time to waste then.”
Shepard left him and went to tell Joker about the next destination.
He went up to his quarters to rest. He showered and put on his black N7 boxer briefs.
He dimmed the light and put on some ambient trance to try and calm down. He was running full speed all day and needed to rest.
His legs were crossed at the ankles, chiseled muscular arms behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling illuminated in a soft blue light.
Suddenly he heard the door slide open. Vega jogged down the stairs and over to his bedside.
“So, everything ok?” James asked him. He climbed on top of him and tore his shirt off, revealing an absolutely beautiful, statuesque body covered in tattoos. He spent all of his time conditioning and lifting.
Shepard placed a hand on one of the enormous heaving pecs and squeezed it. Then he sat up a bit to suck on one of James’ nipple piercings. He sucked hard until it turned a bright shade of red.
James threw his head back for a moment and encouraged Shepard to continue.
Shepard bit down and James hissed, looking down angrily at him.
“I told you, I can take care of myself James.” Shepard said with a hint of irritation.
“I will make it up to you, Commander.” He said, leaning forward and kissing Shepard on the ear and then trailing down the side of his neck.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me Vega. We both know how you like it and especially how I like it.” He eyes glowed red from the cybernetics.
“Yes Sir.” Vega said with a knowing smile. Vega grabbed Shepard’s package right through the thin boxer briefs and squeezed and jiggled it a bit. “Looks like we are getting there.” He said as he slipped his hand in and freed the Commander’s enormous cock. He immediately got to the task of sucking it.
He was so good at it and clearly enjoyed doing it. Shepard was almost embarrassed with how quickly he got him hard. James licked and nibbled on the underside of Shepard's dick as he squeezed and tugged at his balls. Shepard was very well groomed in his nether regions, very little hair anywhere, mostly fuzz.
Shepard placed his hand on James’ upper back to let him know he was about to climax but Vega stayed on task. He accepted the hot seed in to his mouth and swallowed it.
Shepard was breathing heavy and smiled crookedly down at Vega, resting his arms above his head.
“Fuck you are so good at that.” He watched as James ran the whole top of his tongue over Shepard’s pubic region, then licked up to his hip, tickling the sensitive spot just under his belly button.
James was fully erect and had been patient long enough. He removed a mint and vial from Shepard’s nightstand. Popped the mint in to his mouth and poured the cold, liquid contents in to his palm. He rubbed it all over his fingers like hand lotion.
Commander Shepard rolled on to his stomach and stuck his muscular ass up a bit.
James pulled him up more around the waist with one strong arm. He took two of his massive fingers and abruptly shoved them up Shepard’s ass.
Shepard buried his face in the pillow.
A few in and outs with the fingers and James poured some of the cool contents over Shepard’s ass crack.
James jerked himself off a couple times and slathered up his amply size dick.
He slowly entered in and nearly out a few times.
“James, go on you can fuck me a lot harder.” Shepard said, resting the side of his face onto the soft pillow.
James drove in and out much harder, trying not to grip on to Shepard too hard but he didn’t know his own strength.
Shepard muffled his moans with the pillow.
“You can be as loud as you want Commander, no one can hear anything up here.”
“EDI might think I need help.” Shepard laughed.
James didn’t response to that, he concentrated on fucking the wonderfully tight asshole in front of him.
He pulled out just before cumming so that he could jizz on to Shepard’s sculpted tattooed back.
Shepard rolled over on to his back and Vega collapsed on to him. It knocked the breath out of him.
Vega wrapped his massive arm around him and pulled him on top of him, holding him tight enough to crush him.
“Why don’t you ever kiss me?” James asked him.
Shepard gave him a peck on the lips.
‘Good night Lieutenant.”
“You are so fuckin’ uptight.” Vega laughed as he stood and tucked his dick away. He carried his shirt out over his massively broad shoulders.
“Good night.” He said, not looking back at Shepard. “Also, I am not going on the mission tomorrow. Don’t want to help that asshole.”
Shepard threw the cum-stained sheets on the floor and took another quick shower.

Part 2. The Mercenary

After fighting off dozens of Blue Suns raiders on Zorya, Commander Shepard was faced with a difficult choice. Either help Zaeed in his pursuit for revenge or actually save the miners.
“I thought your mission was to save these people here.” Shepard shouted over all the calamity.
“No, I am here for Vido’s head.” Zaeed yelled back at Shepard, talking down to him.
“Commander we have to save these people!” Garrus shouted.
“Come on Shepard, level with me, this bastard tried to kill me, it’s now or never.” Zaeed said, grabbing Shepard by his chest plate.
“Fine, we move forward.” Shepard yelled.
“Commander! We can’t leave these people! “ Garrus shouted as he grabbed Shepard by the arm. “How can you do this?”
“Garrus please don’t act shocked, we’re moving on.” Shepard told him.
Zaeed was only a little ahead of them. Shepard needed to gun down any one in his way.
Garrus didn’t help at all, he was in disbelief.
The screams of the workers resounded as things burst in to flames.
Zaeed shot Vido in the leg and cursed him out.
“Burn in hell bastard.” He told a crying, pleading Vido. Zaeed shot a hole in a gas tank and threw a match on Vido.
Vido was instantly set on fire and screaming.
Zaeed spit in his direction and gritted his teeth as he watched Vido burn.
He turned to Shepard with a crooked smile and placed his hand on Shepard’s shoulder. “Now we can start.“
Shepard had done far worse on previous missions so it didn’t weigh too heavy on him.
He was very impressed with Zaeed’s shooting skills and unmovable resolve. When they returned to the Normandy, he needed to talk with him about what was to happen next.
“Back for more?” Zaeed asked him.
“You lied to me, Zaeed.” Shepard glared as he spoke to him. “There was no mission. It was a waste of time.”
Zaeed’s eyes flashed with anger, he lunged forward and grabbed Shepard by the throat.
“Take your fucking hands off of me.” Shepard said, too brave and prideful to try and remove the offending hand.
Zaeed gave a piercing gaze, before he put his other hand on Shepard’s throat. It immediately set Shepard off, he grabbed Zaeed’s wrist and tried to pull them off.
“A waste? I spent the last couple decades thinking about killing that cunt.” He hissed.
Shepard hauled off and punched him the face the best he could from that position. It hit his ear and there was a loud crunch.
“Fuck.” Zaeed barked as he released Shepard.
Shepard waited for him to take his hand from his ear and then he landed a heavy blow to his mouth.
Before he could deal another punch, Zaeed grabbed his hand and crushed it. Shepard saw sparks it hurt so much.
Then Zaeed hauled off and punched him with such brutal force that he was knocked right down to his hands and knees.
His head was spinning. He felt the toe of Zaeed’s boot tag him under his chin, and then moved to his chest to kick him over.
“Fucker.” Shepard whispered, while covering his bloody face with his hands.
“Had enough?” Zaeed looked down at him with a heavy boot on Shepard’s stomach. He seemed to be admiring his handy work. “We are going to have to try and work this out later then eh?” Zaeed asked him.
He lifted his boot and walked over to lean on the wall again. Shepard sat up quickly and left. He got to the elevator in a blind rage. He just thinking about James saying he needed to be protected from Zaeed. It burned him up. He also knew he needed Zaeed in order to be successful, but there were too many factors fucking with him. He wasn’t going to accept the fact that this old merc kicked his ass either. Quickly, he went right back in to the room with Zaeed and gripped his face at the sides, looking him in the eyes.
Shepard’s eyes were wild with fury as he stared point-blank at him.
“What, you gunna kiss me?” Zaeed taunted, letting him deal with his rage.
“Fuck yeah.” Commander Shepard whispered.
Zaeed didn’t even have a chance to react.
Commander Shepard was smashing his lips hard to Zaeed’s. Zaeed, put his palms against Shepard and pushed him back on to the metal table. He rushed him and grabbed him by the neck with a gloved hand.
“What the fuck are you doing boy?” he asked him, with his head tilted and his grey eye furiously scanning him. His face was just inches away.
Shepard gripped the back of Zaeed’s neck and pulled him close in to another passionate and angry lip-lock.
Zaeed pushed him away again and grabbing his arms, he violently turned Shepard around and smashed the side of his face on to the metal table. A large red welt rose up on Shepard’s cheek.
Zaeed had Shepard in an arrest position, forcing his arms behind his back and keeping the side of his face down against the table.
“I asked what in the FUCK are you doin?” He snarled, mouth almost touching Shepard’s ear.
“What does it look like?” Shepard struggled a bit but realized he was not able to move much at all.
Zaeed didn’t realize that the hold and position he had him in made Shepard extremely aroused. Cock to ass, bent over the table.
“You really want to fuck with me? I thought you were smarter than that.” Zaeed sneered.
Shepard laughed in his throat and tried to break at least one arm free.
“Don’t try that shit again Commander.” He warned, backing away from him.
Commander felt a wild rush of adrenaline as he wanted to see just what would happen if he did. He was always about pushing beyond the limits, crossing the line.
Shepard cracked his neck and cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry, I never imagined it would be this fun to play with fire.” The corners of his scarred lips curled up a little.
“Shepard I can’t give you what you want.” Zaeed said, dragging on a cigarette, smoke whirling around him.
“It isn’t about what I want, it is about what I need.”
He stepped forward and before Zaeed could release the smoke he just inhaled, Shepard was on him again. Bracing him by the face, hand clamped under his chin with his mouth covering Zaeed’s scarred lips. The smoke traveled between them, Shepard released it through his nose and it burned his eyes a bit. It didn’t deter him at all. He pressed his body against Zaeed’s armor, moving both hands to the sides of Zaeed’s neck. He bit and sucked at Zaeed’s upper and then lower lip.
Zaeed gave in to sheer curiosity and he let Shepard continue.
After a few moments, he grabbed the scruff of Shepard’s neck and put a small distance between their faces.
“Christ, you’re assaulting me.” Zaeed said, making eye-contact.
“Guilty as charged.”
“Never imagined the hero of the people would be such a violent slut.” He told Shepard with a hint of a smile. Shepard saw silver teeth behind the smile.
“Just keep talking old man, it gets me closer.”
“You’re a twisted fuck aren’t you. I bet you got off gunning everything down, blowing shit up.” Zaeed said, tightening his grip on Shepard’s throat with his bare hand. He felt the pulse race against his fingertips. “Just like me.” He said quietly.
He pushed Shepard on to the cot and viciously tore in to him, biting his throat on the Adam’s apple and forcing his gloved hand down the front of Shepard’s military fatigues. Shepard never was assaulted before and he had no idea what Zaeed was capable of, he didn’t even know him.
Zaeed retracted his hand and spat in the palm several times. He tore the front of the fatigues open more and placed his hands back around Shepard’s desperately hard cock. He found a perfect pace for jerking him off.
Commander Shepard was trained to exercise complete self-control and discipline but he lost it all.
He forced himself upright and gripped Zaeed around his neck to kiss him. Another violent embrace, but Zaeed kept him back, making him more desperate.
Zaeed clearly was enjoying it.
“Beg me.” Zaeed told him keeping their mouths just a couple inches apart.
“Fuck you.” Shepard said, trying not to surrender.
Zaeed tilted his chin up and stared him down. “Well?” he said gruffly.
Zaeed continued to work him over and Shepard wanted that oral connection badly. He never wanted to kiss someone until he started getting physical with Zaeed.
He drew in a sharp breath, “Please Zaeed.” His beg wasn’t pathetic but definitely desperate.
Zaeed closed the distance and they devoured one another’s mouths. Shepard thrust his tongue into Zaeed’s mouth and Zaeed let out a surprised, muted grunt.
Shepard coaxed Zaeed’s tongue in to a fight. He figured Zaeed didn’t like having anything penetrate him so it was a subtle challenge.
A challenge that Zaeed accepted. Shepard came hard, shooting his load mostly on to his own shirt.
There was a brief time of distance between them as Shepard went to pull his shirt off and wipe the tip of his dick clean.
“My turn.” Zaeed told him. “Lean over that table, I don’t wanna break the fuckin cot.”
Shepard listened to him and leaned against it with his palms pressed on to the cold metal. It reminded him of gun and he went soaring all over again.
Zaeed happened to have petroleum jelly for gun maintenance on hand.
He removed his glove and applied a generous amount of it on to his hand.
He was amazed at how erect his was, ready for action. He never would have imagined this is how things would end up. He was intrigued by Shepard, who he was and what he accomplished, but seeing just how dark he was got him more than interested.
Fully prepped, he stuck a couple fingers up Shepard’s ass. This wasn’t anything new to Shepard. What was novel was the size of the hard fleshy baton shoved abruptly inside him.
“Taking no prisoners?” Shepard winced a little.
Zaeed kept himself firmly inside Shepard and placed his hands on Shepard’s strong, tattooed back. He ran them all over it with his rough, battle torn skin.
“You’re so fuckin soft.” Zaeed said, trying to maintain his composure.
Then he proceeded to fuck Shepard ruthlessly. Thighs slamming against Shepard as he drove in to him.
It didn’t last long at all, Zaeed came inside Shepard’s hard, warm body. Panting, he kept his grip on Shepard’s hips and then let himself drop forward on to Shepard’s back for a moment. Shepard felt the hot desperate pants on his skin, tickling the skin further away.
Zaeed stood upright and pulled out, cum dripping off the tip. Shepard stood up and turned around, back against the table, he grabbed Zaeed and pulled him close, dicks grazing against one another.
He kissed him again.
“Well fuck, I am glad we had this little chat.” Zaeed told him as he took the shirt Shepard tossed aside and wiped himself off. “I am gonna need a shower.”
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