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Chapter Eleven
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to Bioware and EA Games. This is a work of fanfiction, and I make no money from this fan work at all.
Warnings: adult language, sexual situations, slash, dub/non-con, threesomes, gender bending and mpreg. If I have missed something, please inform me and I will add it.
Characters/pairings: Colonist/War Hero paragade ManShep/Kaidan, ManShep/Garrus and a little ManShep/Zaeed.
Summary: Mindoir's strategy for survival was one that was not well-known to the greater galactic community. Derek Shepard carried this legacy with him, dormant, through the Skyllian Blitz and through the battle with Sovereign. However, after his death at the hands of the Collectors and revival due to the machinations of Cerberus, he must cope with his body no longer being his own.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Too many memories.
Garrus watched Shepard's shuttle take off, to talk to Sidonis and draw him out, and tried to fight the siphon of belly-churning rage that sucked him in when he thought of Sidonis. His team, the images of them dead, shredded, charred, still battered his mind whenever he closed his eyes to sleep. It had gotten even worse lately, with the addition of Shepard to the maimed wreckage of his dreams.
Here he was, now, with a chance to finally get that son of a bitch. While Shepard hadn't been happy about Garrus taking revenge, he had at least agreed to help. Never seemed to be happy with the idea, which Garrus thought of as pretty hypocritical. He had already admitted to joining the Alliance Navy so he could kill pirates.
It took maybe a minute for him to fall into position from cover, bracing his rifle, sighting through his scope to find Sidonis sitting with his head in his hands.
"All right. There he is," Garrus murmured into his communicator as Shepard strode amongst the crowd through the Citadel. "Wave him over, and keep him talking."
Garrus refused to allow himself to get so stuck in memories that he ruined this. His team deserved justice. He deserved justice for what Sidonis stole from him.
The Archangel exhaled, preparing to pull- "You're in my shot," he warned, loosening his grip to give Shepard a moment to step out of the way.
"Listen, Sidonis, I'm here to help you."
Whattheeverlovingfuck?
"Don't ever say that name out loud!" Sidonis hissed, and Garrus hands convulsed on the grip of his rifle. Rage fogged his vision. The death rattle of his team shook in his ears.
"I'm a friend of Garrus, and he wants you dead. I'm hoping that's not necessary," Shepard went on. Garrus' rage shifted focus from Sidonis to Shepard in that moment, battering against his self control. His team demanded justice. They deserved to be known for the heroes they were instead butchered like animals!
"Garrus? Is this some kind of joke?"
"Damn it, Shepard. He moves, I'm taking the shot," Garrus barked in Shepard's ear. His heart sped, body tensing as he looked for the best angle to avoid hitting Shepard.
Shepard refused to budge.
"You're not kidding, are you?" Shepard wasn't moving as Sidonis trembled. "Screw this, I'm not sticking around here to find out. Tell Garrus I had my own problems!"
"Don't move." Shepard grabbed Sidonis' arm and placed himself in Garrus line-of-sight once again. "I'm all that stands between you and a hole in the head."
"Fuck."
Garrus' chest heaved as he tried to draw in air. Shepard was stopping him, again, like he had with Doctor Saleon. He pulled away from his scope, growling in anger.
All it would take, would be one squeeze. Sidonis would be dead. His team would be avenged. He would be avenged- and Garrus could forgive himself. No one else would be hurt by Sidonis, ever again. He wouldn't allow it.
Just get Shepard out of the way...
"Look, I didn't want to do it," Sidonis wheezed. "I didn't have a choice."
"Everyone has a choice," Garrus snarled. He repositioned his rifle. Shepard was still in the way.
"They got to me. Said they would kill me if I didn't help. What was I supposed to do?" Sidonis continued to whine.
"Let me take the shot, Shepard! He's a damn coward!" Why couldn't Shepard see that? He deserved to die! Why was Shepard protecting him?
"That's it? You were just trying to save yourself?" Like that made any difference! Why wouldn't Shepard let him take the shot?
All it would take would be one squeeze. His mantis was more than powerful enough to go through two heads.
Sidonis continued to ramble on, guilt talking, and Garrus wished it was worse. Guilt was too good for him.
One squeeze. Shepard wouldn't feel a thing.
"I see their faces at night. Accusing me. I'm already a dead man. I don't sleep. Food has no taste. Some days, I just wish it was over."
"Just give me the chance!" Garrus put his eye back to the scope.
"You got to let it go, Garrus," Shepard whispered back. "He's already paying for his crime."
"Not enough. He's still got his life." Garrus felt like he had broken metal in his crop. If Shepard couldn't understand why he needed this, needed vengeance, then he should- he should-
Another memory intruded, another man acting like a mad dog. Vido dies! Whatever the cost! Garrus blinked at the strength of it.
"Look at him, Garrus. There's nothing left to kill."
Shepard holding a gun to Zaeed's head. Zaeed, who had been betrayed not just by his friend but by his whole team, and lost twenty years as a result. Zaeed, whom Shepard had not forgiven, but instead let go, putting his anger and pain aside.
Because there was a goddamn galaxy that needed saving.
Garrus had been thinking about shooting Shepard.
"Tell Garrus," Sidonis said, voice dull and regretful. "I guess there's nothing I can say to make it right." He leaned out on a rail, and Shepard didn't move to cover him.
Nothing could make it right. Nothing ever would. Those men and women who followed him would always be dead. Garrus... no matter what he did... would have always failed them. Garrus couldn't help them now, and killing Sidonis would never bring them back from the dead.
"Just... go. Tell him to go." Garrus put down his rifle, and the tension in Shepard's shoulders loosened. He didn't hear what Shepard said, didn't give a flying fuck what Sidonis said in answer. All he could do was holster his sniper rifle and walk away, breath coming in shaking, jarring gasps as he tried to reconcile what he had considered doing.
He could either focus on the past, and his revenge, or he could focus on the future... and the people who needed him.
"I know you want to talk about this," Garrus said, voice cracking when Shepard returned in the shuttle."But I don't. Not yet."
Shepard looked up at, and nodded, putting a hand on his shoulder, the other cupping his scarred cheek.
Eyes too large, skin too soft, a spirit too damn generous and forgiving to be real. Garrus pressed his forehead to Shepard's, closing his eyes, breathing in the scent of human sweat, hot ceramics and soap. He wondered at the spectacle they made, the turian leaning on the human for support, when he had believed it to be the other way around.
He didn't care, just put his hands on Shepard's shoulders, letting the Commander prop him up, small tremors going through his frame. He didn't know how long he stayed that way, grief and anger for himself and his team draining out. A moment, an hour? Did it matter?
"Let's get out of here," Garrus muttered, drawing back to look at Shepard's strange green eyes. "I need some distance from this place." He glanced back over, saw that Sidonis was gone. Shepard clapped him on the arm, and Garrus nodded to himself. "Thank you, Shepard."
He wasn't sure if he felt at peace with things just yet. Nothing would ever make this right. Wasn't sure if this was the best way to honor his team. Yet he had seen what he might have become, and losing twenty years to bitterness was not going to be his fate. He could care for the living to mourn the dead.
~*~*~*~*~
Garrus stared at the email from Alenko for several moments after Shepard left the forward batteries, seeing if Garrus was ready to talk just yet.
There had been booze involved. Enough to make the conversation less painful, though no ugly revelations had come to light just yet. Reach and flexibility had been mentioned.
Kaidan's little faux pas about 'helping' Shepard had gone mostly unremarked on, except for a moment where he had turned vibrant red and sputtered, and there had been no more time to talk about it without Shepard overhearing. Garrus really hadn't intended to make the suggestion himself when he had told Shepard to come to him for help. The phrase pity fuck had been like a splash of cold water in the face.
Yet... well.
The message in his inbox had come from Alenko's private email account, but he had been able to verify it as genuine. It had shown up about a week after Kaidan had been dropped off at the Citadel.
Garrus-
Well... yeah. I'm not thrilled with the idea.
But yeah. Take care of him. For all of us.
-Alenko
~*~*~*~*~
"You realize what you're saying?" Tali asked, voice rising in pitch as she crossed her arms and sat down on a convenient crate.
"Well." Garrus paused, propping himself against the railing of the forward batteries. "Yeah? I didn't think I stuttered anywhere."
"And it doesn't bother you?" Her shoulders tensed, fingers clenched in small fists. She started tapping her feet on the deck in agitation. She sounded incredulous. "Not at all?"
"I'm not getting what's bothering you," Garrus asked. "We mentioned that Shepard's not exactly all male, biologically speaking. I mean, after the asari, having races that don't have matching gender and sex really shouldn't-"
"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it. Though that is weird. Never mind, it's Shepard." She shrugged. "I mean, how can you be all right with the idea of us talking about sleeping with Shepard so casually? Even sharing him?"
Garrus blinked. "We're taking care of our friend, and the one man- wo- per- hope we have of stopping the Reapers. I mean, I've never considered cross species intercourse, outside of asari, but... it's Shepard. Come on, don't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind."
"Yes," Tali answered, slow and thick. "It has."
"Ooooh." Garrus closed his mouth with a click, plates bunching on his face. "Oh. Oh. I... um." He found himself using one of Shepard's typical gestures, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah. I mean, I knew that Liara tried to pursue him, and Williams would rate the human men on board and say that Shepard had the best assets but... oh."
Tali heaved a great sigh, briefly fogging her faceplate. "Yes. I doubt he noticed, and it wasn't like I wanted him to. Well, not really. I stopped hoping after... Well, let's just say I saw how he looked at Kaidan." She squirmed. "We don't really talk about those kinds of relationships on the flotilla. We need to maintain our genetic diversity, so quarians that pursue relationships with those of their own sex still need to partner and reproduce. Even if it's helped along with technology." She pulled her feet to the top of the crate and hugged her knees. "My mother... well, let's just say she and my father loved each other, but they didn't spend a lot of quality time together. My auntie Raan was there more often. It's not encouraged."
"Tali-"
"I can't do it, Garrus," she said, simply. "I can't do casual sex." She hugged her knees tighter. "I love Shepard, and I know he's a good man, but it's too dangerous for me to do it without some kind of commitment. I couldn't share him, knowing that he's sleeping with someone else when I'm not there. That he's in love with Kaidan. How does that not bother you?"
Garrus blinked at her again. "Because... It's Alenko?"
"How does that make it better?"
Garrus opened his mouth, then closed it again, mandibles twitching. "Because..."
"He's human; they're obviously in love. Are you really going to try to get between that? Just let yourself be used for sex?" She made a rude noise. "No... given that I think you've been in love with Shepard, and Alenko since we were on the first Normandy."
Garrus mouth fell open. "What?"
"Come on, you three made a good team." She sounded amused now, seeing his face. "And for humans? Those two are hot. Though I never would have thought of you as the type to be interested in the male gender."
Garrus found himself blinking repeatedly. He really couldn't stop. "Uh... I just... It's Shepard." That pretty much summed up his feelings on the matter. He had never considered sex outside his own species, and while turians didn't have any taboos about same sex relationships, he had never been interested in men of his own species before. "And Alenko is..."
"Yes?" Tali's voice rose in amusement. "You wouldn't be considering this if you didn't find something about them attractive."
"They're... soft," he said, pausing. "Like asari, but without the funny chest lumps?" Tali snorted in laughter. "And he's very warm, warmer than a turian. Cuddly. That's..."
"And you know that for a fact, do you?" Tali sounded like she was enjoying this a bit too much. "When did you discover this?"
"Tali!" His mouth was gaping open as she stopping holding back, doubling over in laughter.
"Oh, Keelah, Garrus," she said, sounding like she was about cry from laughter. "You are too cute!" She sighed. "It is so unfair. The hottest men on board getting it on and all I can do is imagine."
"I thought that was why I brought this up?" Garrus crossed his arms. "And it's not like I've gone up and asked him yet."
"No," Tali sighed, and shook her head. "I could never be content sharing someone. I'm still baffled that you are. Just... invite me up to watch?"
Garrus lifted an eyebrow ridge. "Hm. Given how many bugs are on this ship, you could just hack them and set up your own porn site," he commented, voice thick with irony.
Her happy hum as she mused did nothing to ease his nerves.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Garrus didn't get to the command deck often. This was why he came during the middle of Shepard's sleep cycle, hoping that Joker wasn't there, and that none of the Cerberus crew took notes. EDI might give him away, but only if Shepard asked.
Salarians, he was happy to note, needed little sleep. So, he had little worry of waking him.
Mordin was where he thought he would be, typing away. Garrus stood there a moment, hoping to be acknowledge.
Mordin ignored him.
Garrus cleared his throat.
Mordin continued to ignore him.
"Professor Solus?"
"Yes?" The salarian still flickered his fingers. "Don't often see you here. Can I help you with something?"
Garrus paused, fidgeted. "I'm... looking for your advice as a doctor." He hoped he didn't sound like the awkward adolescent virgin he happened to feel like.
Mordin finally looked up at him, eyes and lips lifting in a smile. "Ah, about time. Happy you told Shepard. Wondered, told Shepard would be good idea to find sexual partner. Thought you would be good candidate, didn't mention with Commander Alenko on board."
Garrus tilted his head. "Has everyone been mentally pairing us up? Because this is news to me. I hadn't even given the possibility any real thought until a few days ago."
If anything, Mordin's smile got wider. "Tried to steer Shepard in your direction after bottle fellatio incident. Can't get him pregnant, humans and turians both use sex to relieve stress, trust well established. Feared him too obtuse. Glad you caught on. However, should be aware of dangers. Human biology like most in galaxy, based on levo-amino acids. While no danger of cross-species illness, still recommend condom use as internal absorption might cause allergic reaction, anaphylactic shock, in both parties. Also, dental dams." Mordin inhaled before opening his mouth to continue. "Shepard's unusual anatomy provides interesting opportunities. Curious if he's self-pollinating. Never mind, not related to topic at hand." The scientist activated his omni-tool. "Forwarding electronic advice and information booklet to your omni-tool, as well as instructional vids, erogenous zone overviews. Warn also that Shepard might have poor reaction if he believes himself... pressured. Also, can provide analgesic cream."
"Why would I need that?" Garrus wondered if he had been better off coming here instead of raiding Joker's porn stash. "You're just messing with me, aren't you?"
"Not for you, for Shepard."
Garrus swallowed, and nodded.
"Enjoy yourself. Once properly relaxed, Shepard's genetic modifications mean he is far more easily aroused than most humans, turians, or asari. And after relationship is established, should be willing to initiate sexual activity. Frequently. Included stamina enhancing exercises as well as recommendations for herbal supplements in booklet."
"Ah," Garrus pulled up some of the information that had just been downloaded to his omni-tool, throat going a little dry. "Thanks."
"Always willing to help."
~*~*~*~*~*~
When Derek stepped out of his shower, there was porno music playing in his cabin.
This was a surprise.
He stood there, hands on his head where he had been toweling his hair dry and unheeding of the water he dripped on the deck. His first thought was to wonder if Joker had pulled a prank on him. His second was dammit, I'm naked. He looked around, pulling his towel down to wrap around his waist.
He readied himself to pull with his biotics; he wasn't so paranoid yet that he carried a pistol with him into the shower. He noted that should change.
He ignored the air chilling the water on his skin, making his nipples tighten and gooseflesh break out over his arms in that moment as Derek stepped down, expecting... (husks, Collectors, ninjas)
Not Garrus, sitting on his couch in the turian equivalent of casual wear, with two different glasses on the table. One was half-filled with deep red fluid, the other was empty with a lavender film tinting the crystal.
"Hey." The turian didn't seem too perturbed that he had broken into Shepard's cabin to play obnoxious music. "I brought some wine. Best I could afford on a vigilante's salary."
Shepard just stared at him, jaw dropping before walking to the wall console to turn the music off. The last time he had heard something that trashy had been at Chora's Den. "Care to explain why you're here?" he asked, noting that despite the change in clothes Garrus still wore his visor, rather like a monocle. Garrus was watching him, head tilted, and Shepard frowned. The expression was not one he expected to see on Garrus face.
"You started your heat today."
Shepard's eyebrows went up. He took a seat on his bed, across from Garrus and crossing his arms. "Yes. Not as bad as last time," he admitted. The new implant was working. He could keep his focus, though he had resorted to a heating patch under his armor for the cramps. That didn't seem to have changed much. "But... why are you here?"
"I..." Garrus stood, walking over, and sat down next to Derek's right. "Look, Shepard, there's no one in this screwed up galaxy I respect more. You're one of the few friends I have left. I said I would help you through it, and I meant it." He placed a three-fingered hand on Derek's arm, blunted talons ghosting over the skin.
"Garrus, I said I didn't want your pity," Shepard replied, weary. "I don't want-"
"This isn't about pity," Garrus interrupted him, moving his talons to draw up and down Shepard's spine. He watched, fascinated, as a soft shiver washed down the human's body. "This is about... Hell." He pressed his forehead to Shepard's, tongue lashing out to lick some of the water off his throat. Shepard's eyes shut, head automatically tilting to the side, making a soft croon. Garrus swallowed hard. "This is about me taking care of the person I care about the most." He let his tongue play over Derek's jaw, against his lips, and to the shell of his ear. "You tell me to leave, I'm out the door." Garrus pulled back. "But no. This isn't pity."
Derek twitched. "Garrus," he murmured, taking the turian's hand, not opening his eyes yet. "What do you want from me? Out of this?"
"I want to see you safe," Garrus replied, without hesitation. "I won't pretend I have a fetish for humans, but... you're you." He wrapped one arm around Shepard's broad shoulders. "And..." He trailed off, looking distant, exhaling. "Never mind."
"Garrus." Derek tensed, opening his eyes to glare.
"All right! I sort of... envied your closeness with Alenko." Garrus wasn't looking at him, instead focusing intently on the N7 helmet on Derek's desk. "Don't get me wrong. I never wanted to get between you, I didn't want to mess that up. Still don't. Just," he paused. "Felt left out."
Derek's eyebrows went up, before reaching over to brush over his fingers over the graft on Garrus' face. "I didn't know."
Garrus chuckled without humor. "I didn't either. Not until Horizon. Then Alenko mentioned 'helping' you on Zorya, and my mind fell into the gutter." He put his free hand on Derek's chest, tweaking a nipple.
"Fuck," Derek hissed, legs spreading without thought, breath catching in his chest. "Don't... not unless you really, really mean it. Damn it." This time it was Derek's turn for humorless laughter as he squirmed, feeling wet and open. "God, Garrus, those aren't supposed to be that sensitive. Damn scientists."
Garrus, being a wise ass, tweaked him again. "Huh. I like that."
Derek made a small noise, fingers digging into the comforter. "Garrus." He wondered if he could find those damn geneticists and figure out who had connected his nipples to his groin. Or maybe it was Cerberus. He had no idea. Either he would kill them or-
"Oh fuck." Garrus had leaned down, grazing his skin with those sharp, sharp teeth then laving with that long, agile tongue. "I don't have a turian fetish but if you leave before finishing this I am going to kill you," he panted, grabbing the uninjured side of Garrus' head, his other grabbing Garrus' collar. Then he shuddered, let Garrus go.
He laid himself out, open and vulnerable, watching as Garrus' pupils blew wide. "Thank you," he whispered. "I'm glad you're here."
Garrus expression was warm as he pressed their foreheads together again. "No problem." He tugged at the towel, which had come free from where it had hung, tucked around Derek's waist. "That means a lot, hearing you say that."
Derek lifted his hips, his towel getting tossed to the floor and feeling himself flush under Garrus' gaze. "Where the fuck did you learn human erogenous zones?" he asked, still panting as Garrus stroked his talons up the inside of his thighs. "I didn't think you were into humans." Derek's fingers and toes curled as those talons skirted just around his groin.
"Mordin is the biggest pervert alive," Garrus answered, carding through the almost-nonexistent hair around Derek's cock, then lower. "I went to ask him for advice, and he gave it." Garrus' rough fingers delved deep, delicately probing. "I don't care what the salarians say about not having a sex drive. He had too much fun giving me the details."
Garrus expression turned smug when he found what he was looking for, and Shepard's back arched.
"Dammit- he told you all about the female stuff, didn't he?" Derek panted.
"Not just that," Garrus replied. "Though he said the female parts would be more... sensitive, while you're... receptive." Garrus all but grinned, withdrawing his fingers. "Get on your hands and knees."
Shepard frowned, lifting an eyebrow. "And I don't get to touch you? That's hardly," he stopped, when Garrus licked at the base of his cock, making his gasp."Fair."
"You can go embarrass yourself in front of Mordin later." Garrus pulled at his hip, and Derek acquiesced with a roll of his eyes, before closing them again, cradling his head in his arms. "And we can try the mouth thing next, because that's what started this mess."
Shepard shivered, those still-pointed talons tracing his ass, spreading his knees and he felt something laid down over his folds, just as Garrus muscular tongue traced the lips, the crack of his ass. Derek swore, voice rising, as that long tongue writhed, first circling the sensitive pucker of his ass and then back down. Garrus quickly found his his g-spot again, making Shepard fist his comforter and bite his arm.
"Fuck," Shepard whispered, over and over again, pushing back against Garrus' face, freeing up one hand to start stroking himself. "Going to join in? I don't like," he shuddered, the barest hints of Garrus' teeth grazing his lips making his back arch. "I don't want you left out," Derek panted.
"You really want me to?"
"God, yes, you calibrations-happy asshole." Shepard fell on to his side, wiping the sweat off his face and grinning like an idiot as Garrus sat back. He pulled the dental dam off himself, moving his heavy, hard cock aside. "I want you in me. Show me the size of your gun." He laughed, writhing on the bed as Garrus fumbled to peel off his clothes. "Fill me up with that turian cock. I want to try the other blue meat."
Garrus blinked- before sputtering in laughter- falling against Shepard. Shepard wiggled, hooking one leg around Garrus' waist and reaching down to stroke Garrus' erection, noting that, yes, it was blue. And broad. And very curved. His mouth watered.
"I- ah- I'm shocked I didn't fall for your charms earlier, Shepard," Garrus snickered, reaching for his pants pockets to pull out a turian condom. "Did you sweet talk Alenko like that?"
Derek shook his head, reaching up to take Garrus' visor off. "Never had the time." He went from humor to being wistful, fingers playing with the visor before putting it to the side as Garrus put the condom on himself. "We were always either trying to seize the moment or say goodbye."
"I- me and my big mouth." Garrus sighed, tugging Derek to his chest. "He emailed me. Asked me to take care of you." Garrus nuzzled Derek's neck. "Whatever the hell this is, I've got permission."
"What, he's my pimp now?" Shepard said, but there was laughter in his voice. He took Garrus' cock, guiding it into himself, both grunting and shifting to get comfortable. "Shit, Garrus," he purred, feeling himself settle flush against Garrus' waist. "Good."
Derek had no idea what to look for on an aroused turian, but the sound Garrus made in response was definitely positive as he began rocking back and forth, small at first before hiking up Shepard's legs over his shoulders and slamming home.
The bed squeaked, knocking against the bulkhead and deck as both Garrus and Derek worked against each other. Garrus growling and Shepard swearing as he grabbing his dick to finish himself off.
It didn't take much longer, though they did change positions twice as Shepard got aggressive and knocked Garrus onto his back, and Garrus took exception and they wound up on their sides again. Garrus came soon after, with Shepard holding his hips to keep him close, coming a second time.
"Enjoyed that?" Garrus asked, touching Shepard's face, brushing over his swollen lips and red cheeks as they fell back into bed. Shepard nodded, grabbing the soiled comforter to drape over themselves.
Garrus withdrew, sitting up and grabbing for his pants.
"Where are you going?" Shepard asked, lifting himself up on his elbow, wincing at the scratches and abrasions they hadn't quite managed to avoid.
The turian tilted his head to the side. "Forward batteries? I thought I could get some-"
Shepard snorted, snatched at Garrus' arm and yanked him down onto the bed. "Sleep." Shepard yawned. "Mouth thing in the morning."
Garrus laughed. "Yes sir."
To be continued.
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