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Black and White	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 8146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Pt.1
- 2-Pt.2
- 3-Pt.3
- 4-Pt.4
- 5-Pt.5
- 6-Pt.6
- 7-Pt.7
- 8-Pt.8
- 9-Pt.9
- 10-Pt.10
- 11-Pt.11
- 12-Pt.12
- 13-Pt.13
- 9
- 10
- 11
Author's note: first real smut in this story.

Aria showed her teeth, twisted her torso and threw him off balance with a sharp thrust of her knee. They rolled on the floor, one of her hands broke free and tried to dig the blunt fingernails into the skin on his neck, small teeth scraping against the plates on his wrist. He pinned her down with his weight for a split second to tear off one of his gloves with his teeth. The next moment she threw him off her. His arm shot forward, talons leaving bleeding marks on her thigh and grabbing the straps of her outfit. The heel of her boot kicked precisely under his chest plates, knocking the air out of his lungs; the commando training didn't leave her harmless even unarmed and without the biotics. Yet he was one of the top-rank hand-to-hand specialists in the turian military…

He tried not to deliver any really crushing blow, to be rather gentle with her since he took his advantage of her. Her furious snarls became louder when he managed to put her into an armlock; he grabbed a fistful of her suit straps, half-cut by his talons, and tore them off, wrapping them around her wrists behind her back. Her kick attempts were getting weaker, unable to reach any unarmored part of his body, her breath fast and ragged, so was his.

Now the Omega queen was on her knees, beneath him, tied and helpless. He was catching his breath, holding her down to the floor, blood boiling and the spots she managed to kick him in starting to hurt. Much to his surprise Garrus enjoyed this much more than he could suggest. His pent-up frustration was rising inside of him, heated up with the fight, with his anger. He wanted to show Aria she's not the only one to never fuck with, and at that moment he could think of only one thing to make his point clear.

Quick gasps, sharp thrusts, bodies entwining – good sparring and good sex were so alike. Back in his days in the turian military Garrus grew used to one kind of physical contact leading to another pretty often; eyes scintillating anger and blood lust just seconds before eyeing the opponent with a different kind of appraisal, bodies heated up from close contact craving for more intimacy. Now his breath trembled, sweet shivering sensation running through his young body, he didn't feel like thinking anymore.

The Omega ruler herself was beneath him after all.

Taloned fingers reached for the high collar of Aria's vest. Long and rough tongue ran over purple skin of the asari, cool and leathery, and he felt the subtle flexing of muscles on her neck. She didn't move, and he wondered was she waiting for a chance to catch him off-guard to strike once again. Desperation could be a hell of a strength booster, he knew it too good, and he put her in a desperate position, and was about to use it.

He slid his palms along her curves, feeling strange smooth body in his arms. His talons ripped off the rest of her pants straps, careless grab made the purple blood trickle down her hip. Aria hissed through her teeth, her body jerking and trying to twist out of his hold, he cut off her thrashing with a slight press of his teeth on her neck. She inhaled deeply, her frame still and strained, when he pulled her torn garment down and unzipped his own pants.

He was almost surprised when he emerged out of his plates with little effort. Not that he wanted her; actual arousal didn't matter in this case, just muscle control and anger… frustration… irritation. She tried to resist, but he pushed in, her soft and cool compared to turian women flesh enveloped him. She gasped without a sound, head thrown back, slender body pushed back. He slammed in harder, feeling unfamiliar bouncing of her supple parts under his palms.

His burning rage set the pace, he didn't care for Aria's suppressed grunts, the act was raw and mechanical – in, out and in again, up to the hilt into her tight resisting moistness. She writhed beneath him, bucking her hips for him to gain the convenient angle, his teeth dug slightly into the textured skin on her neck – he was too blinded by lust and anger to notice the way she opened up her neck for him spoke of her being familiar with turians. Sign of submission, acceptance of his dominance, it only heated him up.

Aria moaned louder as he sped up, his thrusts getting sharp and merciless. He enjoyed it, simple primal friction, he tried to ignore the body temperature lower than his and weird soft curves deforming under his strong grip. Their shallow breath came out like a club rhythm, hot, steamy, filled with uncovered lust.

Her body convulsed in ecstasy, inner walls squeezing his member – he was about to come himself, but not that way. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out with effort, when his seed spilled on her back and round firm ass. He groaned with deep satisfaction; he suppressed his bodily needs for too long on Omega. Figures – on Omega, where filth and sin ruled the place, he avoided getting intimate with anyone since he arrived. It became almost a rule for him, it was too dangerous for his little war, even strippers and street whores could've worked for the gangs.

And now he broke his rule for Aria T'Loak. Breaking her only rule at once.

Slowly he backed off, realization leisurely crawling up his spine with cold shivers – straight to his sobering brain. Finally he got what he asked for - that was his sure death warrant signed; from now on his life would be rather unpleasant, but relatively short.

Nothing mattered anymore, nothing could help him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the gentle club beats thrumming muffled by the private room soundproof walls, trying not to laugh out loud. He probably wasn't smart at all for such suicidal behavior.

It was a funny idea, to die because of fucking the wrong person after all. He pissed off the three most powerful Terminus gangs and none of them would have a chance to get him – because Aria won't let anyone else get his head after what he just did. He couldn't suppress a snort and sighed.

Aria looked at him with unreadable expression. She rolled on her side, sliding her tied arms underneath her legs, then bit on the straps once they were in front of her.

"You've got temper, Archangel," her voice gave out no more emotions than her glare.

"Let it be quick, Aria," he growled quietly. "If it's time for me to die, execute me without the sweet talking."

She measured him with a long stare of narrowed eyes, and much to his surprise grinned, massaging her wrists.

"You've got real quad. You dared to talk to me that way, you made my biotics betray me, you tried to catch me by surprise…"

Her smile became different somehow… more like a real smile, not a mockery. It was weird to witness.

"And what's important, you succeed. You know you shouldn't be alive by now… if you didn't. But you did."

She sat on the floor, her legs crossed, ignoring her shredded clothes. She wiped her thigh and licked a finger nonchalantly.

"You've had a lot of chances to screw up. If your trick didn't work … if you left after you tied me up. If you did anything I won't like. One signal to my guards with my omni-tool, and you'd be dead already. But you didn't quail and played it cool…"

"And you're damn good at this game," now he was sure this expression was never seen on her face. Not mischievous anymore, but flirty and a bit dreamy. It was strange, he looked at this dominant woman from a new angle.

"Does it mean, I fucked with Aria and was left to live?" he asked absentmindedly, grabbing a bottle and taking a swig out of it.

Her silence and measuring lopsided smile became uncomfortable before she spoke.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch. Since Aria loved it."

"Can I go now?" Garrus shrugged. He rose from the couch, adjusting his clothes. Slender purple arm reached for the table, grabbed it to stand up.

"Don't forget your invitation pass…"

The damned keycard gleamed between her fingers. He shook his head.

"No, thanks. One encounter was thrilling; I prefer not turning it into routine…"

"Don't be a bigger idiot than you already are, Archangel," the familiar brazen tone of Omega ruler was back. "Too many people are after you, you cannot afford a luxury to reject me."

She approached slowly, swaying her hips, locked her eyes with his. Put a keycard in his pocket.

"I've got a proposal. You might find a good use of some interesting rumors around the gangs and their plans, don't you?"

He sighed. What did he get himself into?..

"What's your interest?"

She laughed, eyes shining with that strangely sincere expression. Her hand landed on his upper arm, and he didn't jerk it back this time.

"Call me a sucker for reckless young idealistic bravery you turians are good at like no other race."

"Sex in exchange for information, is that what you're implying?"

She tilted her head, cocking her curvy hip, arms folded on her chest.

"You're saying it like you didn't enjoy our first time. I won't mind trying it again, prepared for you…"

"I've thought you enjoyed it because I caught you unprepared," he grinned. He started to understand the new rules. That was new Aria he never heard of… hardly anyone heard of in a long time. Maybe she wasn't half bad, but the arrogant and cruel Aria T'Loak was still there as well.

"Smart kid," she gave him a charming smile, looking dangerous and regal like a real pirate queen with her clothes ripped and deep scratches over her body, "I love smart ones. You don't sound too talkative as well, but I'd prefer to warn you – no bragging about breaking my rule. And we can be good friends… with benefits."

"You won't need to remind me," he grumbled. "But I'd like to insist on one thing. I'd prefer our next meetings to be in some more private place."

He crossed the room, trying to keep his gait steady – his knees were almost shaking after being an inch away from certain unpleasant death. He felt Aria smiling watching him go.

It was a hell of a weird day.
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