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Citadel: The Party	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 60772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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[Author's note: the first half of this chapter is identical to the first half of the Renegade: Tali chapter, so you can scroll down until the part where it changes. The chapters that follow will be 100% original material. Also this chapter will feature Kasumi, slight change of plan.]

As the party resumed, Evil Shepard decided the best course of action might be to blend in and avoid attracting too much attention. He'd gotten lucky over the last couple of hours, but it was important not to push his luck. He made his way to the TV room, figuring he'd settle down and watch the big game with some of the other crew members.

Upon entering the room, however, he was surprised to find that it was completely empty. Not a soul in sight, which was very strange; tonight's skyball match between the Palaven Paladins and the Camala Cavaliers had been hyped for weeks, and the clone Shepard knew from reading Cerberus dossiers that multiple crew members, including James Vega and Garrus Vakarian, were major skyball fans. There was little chance that they had somehow forgotten about the match. But the room seemed deserted, the only thing out of place being a row of empty bottles arranged along the table top for some reason.

Just then, a pair of massive arms grabbed him from behind and yanked him away from the table, pulling him down to the floor. A shot rang out; he heard glass shatter, and a wave of panic washed over him. Had someone found out his secret? Were they going to execute him for the murder of John Shepard?

He looked around and saw the remains of one of the bottles, strewn all over the floor. Behind him, Grunt released his grip and freed the clone Shepard from his grasp. "Almost lost your head, Shepard!" the tank-born krogan barked.

Confused, he watched as Joker, Wrex, Vega, Garrus and Cortez emerged from behind bookshelves, chairs, corners and the like. "What's going on here?" the clone asked. "Why are shots going off in my apartment?"

Lieutenant Vega stepped forward, a sheepish expression on his face. "Uh, really sorry about that, Commander," he began, "the game was delayed by a half hour, lighting problem or something like that, so I figured we could pass the time with some target practice. They were all old bottles, anyway. Anderson stuffed them in a box, probably meant to toss 'em out, but never got around to it."

"Speaking of target practice," Garrus said, wrapping a piece of cloth around his eyes to serve as a blindfold, before turning around and pointing his gun behind him, with his back facing the bottles. The turian marksman fired a single shot from his Carnifex pistol, the bullet striking the edge of one bottle before splintering and smashing through three other bottles.

"Show off," Joker groaned.

Garrus grinned as he pulled off his blindfold, a few serrated teeth visible through the scars he'd sustained on the left side of his face when the Blue Suns had fired a rocket at him on Omega. "What is it humans say? 'If you've got it, flaunt it'?"

Relieved though he was that the armed crew members had not stumbled onto his true identity, as he had feared when Grunt grabbed him, the clone did not relish the prospect of hanging around such dangerous company for long. Garrus held out the pistol. "Don't worry, Shepard. When you miss and hit Vega, we can always pin it on the two krogan in the room," he joked.

Wrex snorted. "You'd probably have to. Someone shoots Vega, there's no way C-Sec buys it was an accident."

"Hey!" Vega protested. "What'd I do?"

The clone Shepard slowly took the pistol that was offered to him, his fingers shaking ever so slightly as he felt the weight of the loaded weapon in his palm. He wondered if he could somehow shoot his way out of the apartment. No, he mulled, the odds of that happening were zero. Even if he managed to take out the soldiers before they overwhelmed him, there were multiple biotics all around. There was no way he could take them all out.

Fortunately, a distraction emerged in the form of the sound of shattering glass, but not from the bottles set up for target practice. This sound came from somewhere in the distance. "I'd better go see what that was," he quickly said.

"The match is scheduled to start pretty soon, Shepard. You watching?" Cortez asked.

"Sure. I'll be back after I check out that noise," he replied, leaving the room without waiting for a reply.

He paused in the main hall, taking deep breaths as he moved away from the armed threats. Hearing a commotion near the billiards table, he went to investigate.

Most of the women had gathered there, trying out the table for themselves. When he entered the room, Jack smirked and winked at Miranda, who glared at her and avoided eye contact with either of them. There was a mess of glass and liquor across the floor, which someone had tried sweeping up.

"Sorry about that, Shepard," Ashley said, her voice coming from his left, "Tali's a little out of it...."

He looked over at the quarian machinist, who was slumped over a beanbag, clearly completely and totally drunk. "A little?" he said, "Understatement of the week."

"Shepaaaaaard!" Tali suddenly yelled, causing Kasumi and Traynor to jump at the sudden noise. "Anderson left you some really really really nice drinks!"

Puzzled, the clone looked to EDI for answers. "How the hell did she get this drunk? Wouldn't that much intoxication kill her?"

"It appears that Tali stocked up on immuno-boosters and anti-toxants for a special occasion," EDI replied. "As a consequence, her natural immune system, though usually poor, has been temporarily raised to high-functioning levels. Right now, she may well be the healthiest person in this room."

She certainly didn't look like it, evil Shepard thought, sprawled over the furniture and giggling incoherently to herself.

"We should probably tuck her into bed," Traynor said.

"I'll handle it," the clone told them, slipping an arm under Tali's and hoisting her up on her feet, and slowly leading her away from the group and up the stairs to the bedrooms. As he left he could hear them settling back into their rhythm; glass clinked as the ladies helped themselves to Anderson's wine collection, while the light from inside the TV room told him the men had begun watching the pre-programming for the skyball match.

The bitter odor of turian brandy wafted through the air as Tali’s mouth opened and closed almost involuntarily, her drunken mumbling unintelligible to any translator. She was even lighter than she looked, her waifish figure seemingly weighing nothing as it slumped against the clone’s side.

“Shepppaaaaaard,” she drawled, the first understandable word from her lips since he’d started leading her up the stairs. “Why is your face so blurry?” The arm that wasn’t wrapped around his shoulders pawed childishly at his face, as if trying to clean a foggy window.

The clone caught her by the wrist and pushed her hand away. “You’re drunk,” he replied curtly. “Get a hold of yourself.”

Tali giggled wildly, nearly slipping away from his grip and tumbling down the stairs before he could readjust and pull her back onto her feet. Her helmet nuzzled against his arm as she traced a finger down his chest. “Did you try getting me drunk on purpose?” she asked, in the best seductive voice her alcohol-fueled fugue would allow. “If you wanted to get in my suit, Shepard……all you *hic* had to do was ask…..”

Disgust and panic welled up in the clone’s gut. Disgust because even though he hadn’t been able to pass up the chance to screw the asari and see what all the fuss was about, he had no intention of trying the quarian as well. They were a race of beggars, thieves and slaves, and he shuddered to think what monstrosity dwelled beneath that mask, almost opaque as it was from the outside.

Panic because that damn asari’s body fluids were still playing havoc with his system. His nerves seemed to burn like they were ablaze, every sensation and desire magnified to levels the human body couldn’t ordinarily feel without chemical stimulus. The quarian’s touch was actually tempting him. Horrifying as the thought was to him, he was in half a mind to tear off the alien’s exo-suit and give her the ravishing she was begging for.

“You’re going to bed,” he finally managed. “Sleep it off.”

Her head drooped against his side in disappointment. “Spoilsport……” she pouted, her voice trailing off into a tiny snore as her addled brain finally gave up and drifted towards slumber.

The evil Shepard pulled her into the nearest room and laid her down on the bed, where she groggily fumbled with the bedsheets before giving up and finally going to sleep. The burning in his veins was reaching a fever pitch, and it seemed like an ice cold shower was the only thing that could cool him down before he acted on the impulses he was being driven to.

Whoever had designed Anderson’s apartment had clearly spared no expense at providing a quality living space for Alliance top brass. Even the bathroom was ludicrously spacious and completely decked out, and once the door was closed, the clone could finally let out some of the tension that had knotted up his shoulders all evening. His clothes clung tight to his skin, pressed down by the considerable amount of sweat he'd built up; no small feat in an apartment that was thoroughly air-conditioned. The imminent fear of discovery and death had a way of making one perspire. As did seducing and fucking the living daylights out of the women who'd all but thrown themselves at him so far.

Peeling himself free of his shirt and trousers, he stepped into the shower and exhaled deeply as the cool water rained down upon his naked skin. The water was a bit too cold, but the clone didn't really care --- in that moment, alone with only his thoughts for company, the cold gave him a certain clarity that he'd been desperate for since the night had begun. He had to escape. This wasn't going to last. Sooner or later, he'd slip up, and one of them would see through his ruse. But he was Shepard now, the only Shepard, and there wasn't a soul in a single corner of the galaxy who didn't know his face. Cerberus was his only out, but they likely thought he was dead right now, and finding a way to contact them while surrounded by the Normandy's crew.

And then, just as his worries started to crop up again, he found himself distracted completely by something truly bizarre; moving about of its own accord, at first quite gently but soon enough for him to feel it, his cock began to curve upwards, rising from where it hung between his legs. The flaccid member was somehow suspended weightless in the air, but he could feel something grazing against the skin underneath --- something that felt as light as a feather, and as gentle as a breeze. But he was practically paralyzed with shock, so he wasn't in a position to unravel this particular mystery. How would you react if one of your body parts seemingly acquired a life of its own?

Then the squeezing began.

The feeling, no longer light as a feather, grew firmer as his balls were scooped up from underneath him and rolled around and around, a twist that brought pleasure until it just about started to bring pain, prompting the phantom fondler to loosen their grip and begin the cycle again. All the while, he could feel his cock being stroked up and down, like it was clad in velvet, bringing him to his full length.

The feeling was familiar now --- fingers caressing hardening flesh --- and he struggled to place the name that had cropped up in his mind---

"Kasumi!" he gasped, suddenly remembering the thief's dossier.

A faint sizzling sound cut through the melody of the water crashing against his skin, and she materialized out of thin air, her arms appearing against his sides as she lazily stroked his member, her nude body pressed against his back. "How'd you know?" she giggled, every playful syllable teasing him while her hands went to work on what they held.

"Not many cloakers on the guest list," he groaned, dipping his head back ever so slightly as she pressed her thumb against the tip of his cock, tracing gentle circles around the tip as her other hand gently clenched around the area where his balls ended and his shaft began. She was good. She was very good. But with an effort of will no one in the same position would have thought possible, he gripped her hands and pulled them away from his length, turning around and forcing her against the wall, his arms pinning hers against the concrete as the water poured down on their naked flesh.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, sneaking up on me like that?" he hissed.

Kasumi didn't seem to be paying attention to his reaction, more focused as she was on his erection, hovering in the space between their bodies. It was even bigger than it had felt in her hands.....

"Someone's cranky," she remarked, smacking her lips as his cock gently nudged against her hip. "I can take care of that for you."

There was rum and whisky and god-knew-what-else on her breath; her eyes burned with the haze of all the alcohol. The clone took a moment to run his eyes over her nude frame. Not bad. Not much of a chest, but years of sneaking in and out of vents had given her one of the most toned asses he'd ever felt. It was then that he realized he'd never seen Kasumi without her hood before. She had a cute face, with short bangs that reached down to the sides of her head and a thin purple strip tattooed below her lip, like a serpent's hanging tongue.

Kasumi smiled slyly as Shepard's eyes roamed across her body, quickly flexing her waist to wrap her legs around him, with a limberness he'd never seen before. "I haven't had a really good fucking in a long time, Shep," she sighed, leaning closer so he could feel her hot breath on his face. "Why don't we take care of each other's problems now?"

It wasn't a suggestion the evil Shepard was averse to. The shower clearly wasn't helping with that urgent drive to fuck Liara had left him with, and at least this slut was human. For what was far from the first time that night, he wondered what life on the Normandy was like, if it took virtually nothing to get these women to bend over and spread. "Let's say I've got a problem," he finally replied, "what makes you think you could be the solution?"

"Weeellll," Kasumi smirked, "I'm pretty sure I could do a better job than Jack, anyway....."

"What?!"

Kasumi's smirk widened. "Yeah, I caught that. I actually came back early. I wasn't intending to be in that bar when you and Miranda started going at it, but damn if it wasn't entertaining." She licked her lips like a hungry beast at the sight of his throbbing cock bare inches away from her tight pussy. "And that's just the kind of entertainment I need right now."

It was an interesting proposition, but he wasn't going to just give her what she wanted. Not when there was some fun to be had. Gripping her wrists against the wall with one hand, he grabbed her under the chin with the other hand, glowering at her while their lips remained inches away. "So you like to watch other people fuck," he growled, relishing the sharp intake of breath from her throat as his erection dipped half an inch into her moist opening before pulling back out again, "that just means you're a slut. Not that you're any good at the real thing."

"Try me," she replied, both aroused and offended by the insult.

His finger slipped upward, sliding between her lips as she gazed spellbound into his rapacious eyes. Almost instinctively, she sucked gently on the digit until he pulled it free and pushed her further back against the wall. "Careful what you wish for, Goto," he whispered into her ear, casually pulling his hips away every time she tried to thrust herself forward and onto his erection, "don't let your mouth write checks your ass can't cash. Especially," he paused, sliding his hand down to squeeze her tight posterior, "since it's going to be working overtime if I get started...."

"Promises, promises," Kasumi whispered back, her heart pounding like a jackhammer as she felt his finger probe her from behind. "Is Commander Shepard all talk and no cock?" she giggled.

"Let's find out," he snarled, a primal sound that frightened Kasumi a little before he stopped playing around and rammed his length into her slit. Kasumi's playful tone was quickly replaced by a yelp of shock as she felt the clone filling her up completely, pushing deeper and deeper until his crotch was pressed against hers. As wet as she was, it hurt to have her labia split apart so quickly, and the size of his monster buried inside her made her feel even more petite than she already was.

"Oh God," she moaned, trying to get her bearings as the evil Shepard flexed his hips to strike her deepest spots. "OhGodohGodohGodohGod....."

"You asked for it," he smirked. He could feel her pussy frantically lubricating to make his invasion easier for her body to to handle, and he was content to wait while her fluids soaked his length thoroughly. The clone began slowly retracting from her slit until only the head of his cock was still inside her, leading to groans of protest from the thief. "Inside, not out!"

Respecting her wishes, the evil Shepard immediately slammed back inside, and Kasumi's scream of lust bounced off the walls of the shower space. His entry was much smoother now, but no less intense, and Kasumi's mind reeled in shock as she felt her womanhood adapting to accommodate a cock bigger than anything she'd ever had before. Nearly a foot of the clone's meat was lodged in her pussy, and her entire body shook every time his hips slammed into hers. Both his hands were now pinning her arms against the wall, and she had to wrap her legs tighter around his waist and hold on for dear life as he fucked her senseless, like the most depraved rodeo bull in the galaxy.

"Harder," she begged, "Harder!"

The room resonated with the sounds of flesh slamming furiously against flesh as the water beat down on their bodies. His arms gripped her wrists so hard they hurt, and they kissed angrily, mashing their lips together and biting each other's necks as their fucking transformed into a feral ritual; him piledriving her harder and harder as she challenged him to go further than before.

"I meant what I said before," he told her, breaking off the liplock temporarily, "I am going to take your ass as well."

Kasumi moaned in response, shivering in anticipation while also filled with worry about how she was going to fit his enormous cock inside her ass. But she couldn't worry about it for long, as his powerful thrusts drove every thought she had out of her mind, leaving her alone with her lust and the growing sensation in her core. It wasn't going to be long now....

The clone could feel her orgasm building as well, and he smirked slightly in response. "I'll let you have this one," he remarked, making one final thrust so deep his erection was fully sheathed inside her. "Now come."

At his command, she exploded around his cock, screaming wildly as her body shook in the throes of an orgasm. Her spasming cunt massaged the evil Shepard's cock incredibly, but he held out --- he wasn't going to come until he was inside her ass. For what seemed like an eternity, Kasumi moaned and gasped and whispered unintelligible words, her limbs shaking as she coiled around him, before the last throes of her ecstasy subsided and they both slumped down to the floor.

"That was....," she gasped, "That was....."

"Part one," he replied, "Now come over here."

She obediently pulled herself across the bathroom floor, laying herself before him and awaiting his command.

"Suck," he ordered, pointing at his still-erect cock, "it goes in your ass next, so it's up to you how smooth it goes."

Immediately, her head dropped down to his lap, her neck bending as she took his length into her mouth in one go. She might not have had much experience with cocks this size, but she was a quick learner; the need to lubricate the thing that was going to go up her ass soon was likely a good incentive. Her other hand sneaked down to gently cradle the clone's balls as she sucked his cock, and the evil Shepard groaned as he did his best to hold back and stop himself from just coming down her throat then and there---

"KASUMI, YOU BOSH'TET!"

The sudden exclamation startled them both, and Kasumi jumped away from his lap as she looked up at the source of the voice in bewildered shock. The clone didn't recognize who or what he was looking at at first, but then it dawned upon him that the naked elfin beauty glaring down at both of them was Tali. He'd never seen a quarian out of their suit before, and he'd imagined all kinds of horrors underneath the garb, but Tali was actually quite pretty, in an alien sort of way. Right now, however, cute young Tali seemed absolutely furious, her pink face burning a bright purple as she yelled at Kasumi.

"You knew I wanted to fuck Shepard! I told you! You can't just steal him for yourself, you bitch!"

Kasumi's palm met her face in exasperated response. "Well, technically, I am a thief....."

"Not funny!"

"You can't call dibs on meaningless casual sex, Tali," Kasumi replied, more firmly than before. The entire situation was absurd; three grown adults, stark naked in a shower, arguing over the legitimacy of sexual encounters, and yet the two women were debating this like nothing in the world was more important. "Besides, you were too drunk to even stand on your own. It was pretty fair to guess you weren't getting lucky tonight."

"What the hell are dibs?" Tali snapped, "And I'm not too drunk for anything. Watch!"

Before the clone had a sense for what was going to happen, Tali had dropped to her knees on the floor between him and Kasumi, pressed her hand against his chest, pushed him back against the wall and gripped his erection with her other hand. Swiftly but firmly, she began stroking him up and down, but her soft jerking was too much for the clone's overstimulated cock, and he erupted immediately, firing thick strands of semen all over her. One strand draped itself around her nose and dripped down to her lips, another collided against her forehead, while yet another settled on her cheek. More and more blasted out, covering Tali's face with a translucent veil of cum.

"Keelah!" Tali shrieked, shocked at the volume of his ejaculate. "There's so much!"

The evil Shepard's hips jerked as he emptied every last drop of his load, the strands now firing with less velocity and volume than before. They hit lower targets, first striking Tali's neck, then her perky tits, until the last remaining dregs of his release squirted out onto her toned belly.

"See?" Tali crowed, flashing a wide grin at Kasumi. "Took me less than a minute."

"You're joking, right?" Kasumi replied, clearly annoyed now. "I did all the work. You just swooped in and added the finishing touches."

"Somebody's jealous......"

"Am not!"

"That's exactly what someone jealous would say...."

"Then let's settle this fair and square," Kasumi challenged, "We both take another shot at his cock, and whoever makes him come first wins."

"Fine!" Tali snapped, "and when you lose, it's hands off Shepard for the rest of the weekend!"

The two of them turned and looked expectantly at the clone, impatiently waiting for his erection to return. He'd listened to them bicker in silence, too stunned to intervene, not that he'd wanted to. Given how dehydrated he felt from all the loads he'd dropped so far, he might not have been able to. "I need time," he groaned, "Give me five minutes and then we'll see."

"I need to clean up first anyway," Tali remarked, gingerly tracing her fingers through the semen splattered across her body. "Ugh, this stuff isn't dextro, so I can't even lick it up....."

"Allow me," Kasumi replied, pressing her lips against Tali's belly and rapidly licking up the clone's ejaculate. He watched in amazement as the Asian slut ran her tongue up and down the quarian's body, swallowing every trace of his load while Tali moaned in pleasure as she was cleaned up in the most erotic manner possible.

"I'm still mad at you," Tali groaned, as Kasumi kissed her neck gently. "But keep doing that and maybe I'll change my mind....."

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Across the Citadel, in a part of town not nearly as well-off as Silversun Strip, two janitors gearing up for the early morning shift in Nephele Towers made a startling discovery on the 56th floor of the building.

"Check the pulse, man----"

"I'm not touching him, you check the pulse------"

"It's not gonna bite, you damn pussy----"

"Hey, fuck you! Go check the pulse yourself if it's so easy."

There was a human body lying near a shattered window, and from the heaps of glass surrounding the body, with little pieces sticking in the body's flesh, there was no doubt of how it had got there. On the 56th floor of a building, you'd only expect people to break out, but somehow, this body had broken in.

"How the hell did it even get here? We're on the 56th floor!"

"Maybe he jumped? Dunno how he could jump off the roof and land inside the building, though---"

"Was it windy or something like that? Maybe the wind pushed him in while he was falling. So you should check the pulse now, maybe it broke his fall or something---"

The other man scoffed. "Get real. Sure, if he'd fallen all the way and hit the ground, he'd be paste, but that don't mean crashing through here is a piece of cake. Poor bastard's dead. Call C-Sec and let 'em deal with it."

The two janitors crouched over the body, and the younger man tentatively pushed the body by the side, flipping him onto his back. He was battered as all hell, his face covered with purple bruises, his lips and teeth coated in thick, congealed blood and his arms bearing a myriad of cuts that ranged from minor to deep. There was little doubt in the minds of either man that this unfortunate soul was as dead as dead could be.

"Hold on a minute," the younger janitor frowned, "Call me crazy, but from this angle, does he kinda remind you of Commander Shep---"

The body jerked awake suddenly, coughing up blood and catching hold of the young man's arm, squeezing it like an iron vice. Both janitors screamed bloody murder, their hearts pounding in their chests as the man they were sure was dead proved them wrong.

"He's alive ---- God in heaven, the bastard's alive ----- "

"Hospital," John Shepard croaked weakly. "Hospital. Now."
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