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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
- 10
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- 12
He tried to think it over – was it some kind of right decision or not; and he had no answer to it. The information he was receiving out of their mutual agreement was a great deal – the gangs were choking on their own bile but he was always several steps ahead of them. The legend spread faster with each successful operation, the rise of Archangel was unbelievable even for his own men. He couldn’t but feel proud of himself when he saw the awe in their eyes, when he just led them through the toughest fights with ease and style; he couldn’t but smirk bitterly remembering what was the price for his impossible knowledge of all ins and outs. He knew he will receive another short message soon – encoded through the same protocol he used to exchange messages with his team.
Just this time the message won’t be from someone of them. And it will mean he’s got a date.
Kind of.
And he had to leave their base. He saw the question in his men’s eyes when he walked past them without saying a word – none of them asked a thing. Ever. They trusted him. They believed whatever he’s doing he’s doing for their best. They believed in Archangel – in a myth, in a symbol, a supernatural creation possessing higher knowledge and skills.
They never asked where he disappeared for several hours or what was he doing, when no one of them had the right to follow or interrupt him. As if he would tell if they did. Each time he just left them wondering and headed for the luxurious apartments of the Omega ruler. He wondered could he remain silent in front of silvery-blue eyes if he saw the same question in their gaze looking through him. He wondered what would he tell her – probably the truth, but what was the truth about this whole arrangement?
Would she approve his decision?
He still couldn’t believe he received that kind of proposal from Aria T’Loak. He couldn’t understand why he accepted it.
He couldn’t figure out what was her interest.
He tried to think he’s doing it for his men, for his good deeds to continue, to become less risky. Maybe to study Aria better.
He hated to think she’s doing it to study him.
“You’re damn funny, Archangel…”
He could hardly believe he was sitting on a couch next to Aria T’Loak in her enormous apartment. He assumed the place for their meetings was one of her places to stay all over the station, probably for sexual activities; the huge arsenal of various sex toys and gears for perverted games spoke clearly of the purpose of that place.
First Aria tried to insist he used this arsenal on her, but he always did it the way he wanted. He learned well what excited this powerful woman – she enjoyed being not in charge for a while, and he was okay with it. Sometimes he handcuffed her, but that was the only extra devices he used during their activities. He just threw her on the floor most of the times and fucked her senseless. Or on the table. Or against the window.
It was just business, no emotions, no affection; just good quality sex they both enjoyed. He had no illusions about Aria’s motives and sentiments towards him, even when she crawled on the floor before him or screamed on the peak of physical bliss. They had an agreement, not love, not cuddling, not relationship. After sex they just sat on her couch, keeping the distance, and talked; she let herself be that smiley self that made him think of a maiden dancer flirting with him, not a cruel Omega ruler with an iron fist.
Yet the Omega ruler was still there, staying hidden in the shadows behind that smile, observing him with cold measuring curiosity of a scientist studying a test subject.
She never did anything to repulse him, to make him reconsider their mutual agreement. She walked on the edge with her snarky comments and playing like pushing him around – but she never went too far to hurt his pride bad enough, only taunt him to test his temper.
He poured two glasses of her expensive drinks and handled the levo one to her.
“You’re trying to make that serious impression of wisdom and experience, while you’re almost a kid,” she paused before finishing with a pinprick, “The Justicar was right, you are truly charming.”
“She said that about me?” he asked mechanically, memories of Samara stung immediately, forcing him to hide his feelings in the glass.
“Oh,” Aria raised a brow with a triumphant lilt in her voice. “The gorgeous Justicar left our little Omega hero heartbroken?”
“No,” he grumbled, sounding not too convincing. The asari smirked.
“Turians are awful liars.”
They sat in silence, she was studying him sipping his drink awkwardly. Then she asked.
“Do you imagine her instead of me, when we fuck?”
“No,” he repeated, honestly for this time. He never imagined it. He never felt anything. Just a raw act of getting off. Maybe a bit of pride, to have notorious Aria weak and submissive in his arms.
She gave him a content nod.
“What I really love about you turians is your attitude towards casual sexual encounters. Any other race would think a lot of inappropriate and inexcusable things in your place. Feel special, get too cocky. You just come when I want you, do what I want you to do with me, keep me a company for a bit and leave for your little vigilante games.”
“No, Aria,” he narrowed his eyes, “I do what I want with you. You’re lucky it’s the same kind of things you want.”
“Cocky bastard,” she laughed. “Do you need to be reminded – one wrong word, wrong look, wrong move, and you’re worse than dead. Your position isn’t special – it’s very risky actually.”
“Maybe I love it this way. That’s why I will do everything right,” Garrus replied, staring her square in the eyes.
“Charming,” she sighed with a tired sour smile. “Idiots like you usually get a nasty end. Because you ask for it.”
“Not today, Aria,” he grinned sidelong at her, “Not before I break the rules of this particular game we play.”
“You tend to break the rules, Archangel, somebody’s going to make you pay the price of it on Omega – sooner or later.”
“Apparently, it won’t be you, since after breaking your only rule I ended up here.”
Aria slid closer, looking in his eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck – her eyes turned black, as she leaned to him…
Cold sticky terror stiffened his spine – so much like that time with Morinth. He knew only Ardat-Yakshi melding was lethal, but couldn’t help his reflexes. He forcefully turned her head away from his face, that roughly she almost fell off the couch. He grabbed her shoulder, she blinked with her normal eyes, strangely content expression ghosting her face.
“No melding,” he warned her dryly.
“Now you’re making rules?” her tone was quiet and playful. He knew what he needed to do.
“Yes,” he answered. “And you will have to beg me for excuse.”
“How dare you,” she hissed. “Aria never begs…”
He pushed her off the couch, she landed on her fours in front of him. She loved this game, him playing dominant. Her deft fingers slid to his crotch, and he felt tiny biotic fields getting through his plates to make him experience things he never dreamt of.
“Why are you doing it?” he asked out loud. Aria raised her eyes on him.
“What’s in it for you?” he rephrased the question with an estranged voice.
Aria sat on her heels with a cold smirk.

“Trying to figure me out, Archangel?”
She stood up, eyeing him, grabbed her glass and turned to the window.

“Maybe I just like to get what I want. Maybe not only that. Don’t think my motives are primitive enough for your pretty head to understand. Better luck next time.”
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