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Chapter Thirteen
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.
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Garrus-
Well... yeah. I'm not thrilled with the idea.
But yeah. Take care of him. For all of us.
-Alenko
*
You sure about this? I could take him out to Omega, buy him a few dances. I don't want to ruin anything.
-GV
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No. He's not into asari.
Like I said, I'm not happy about it. But I'd rather it was you instead of Zaeed.
-KA
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What does he like? I'd never considered cross-species intercourse before. I talked to the Prof and made it sound all dirty and clinical. I felt like a perv just asking.
-Garrus
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Kaidan stared at the email.
He was sitting at his desk in the human embassy, holding a cup of cold coffee that was so old it had a ring stained on the inside, and pondered an answer.
He had understood why Shepard had wanted him off the Normandy. They had the evidence from the Collector ship that, if nothing else, the Collectors were going to target Earth. Even if they still refused to believe in the Reapers, having an enemy other than the geth meant that Anderson could start pushing for a troop and ship build up as much as he could.
Shepard had also sent the specs for the upgrades that the SR-2 had gotten. While they were expensive, it meant that the Alliance could start upgrading their capital vessels as soon as possible.
All of it was good, all of it was important. It didn't ease the sting of rejection, or the fear that Shepard had gotten Kaidan off the Normandy because he was afraid of getting pregnant again.
That thought made Kaidan's gut squirm in confusion and arousal. He tried to tell himself it was just the pheromones; the man had been engineered to be alluring to both sexes so that he could help repopulate a depleted population. The idea of Shepard carrying his offspring was meant to be attractive.
Which, ironically, meant he wasn't as bothered by the idea of Garrus sleeping with a Shepard as he might have been. Plus, well, Garrus. Shepard trusted Garrus. Kaidan did, too.
Rubbing his eyes, he pondered how to reply.
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He's a romantic. Surprise him. Some wine, some music. As for technique? Uh...
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Kaidan paused as he typed. He was telling his old squad mate how to seduce his lover. And why was he getting stiff just imagining it?
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Touching. Lots of touching. Start off slow, don't rush things. He likes having his neck licked. His nipples- you know what those are?- likes having those touched, too. He also likes fingers, in his ass and his pussy...
*
By the end, Kaidan had his legs spread under the too narrow desk, rubbing his erection through his fatigue pants and glancing at the clock in something close to despair.
He had two hours before he got off duty. He shared the office space, and the restroom stalls didn't have doors. So here he was, stuck with an erection and the inability to do anything about it besides bring up reports of troop movements.
Life sucked.
*
Two days later, he got an answer.
Thanks. Worked well.
He's really flexible. And, um, enthusiastic. You could have warned me about that. I'm wondering if I should start hitting the stims.
-G
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Garrus,
He's always been like that. Sounds like the heat increased his appetite, though. Lucky bastard.
-KA
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Kaidan,
When the hell did you become my pimp? I mean, damn, I'm glad you seem okay with this but TALK to me about these things. Just- this is all kinda weird.
-Shepard
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Did he hurt you?
-Kaidan
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NO. He was really sweet. Just- really, you're okay with this? I was going to tough it out this time. New implant. Shouldn't have been as bad.
-S
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Do I like the idea of someone else touching you? Not really. But you said it yourself: you went back to Zaeed even after what he did.
Kaidan stopped typing. The idea of the old, greasy mercenary touching Derek again made him see red, felt a corona flare around his hands before he took a deep breath. He felt the beginnings of a migraine behind his eyes.
Garrus is... hell, we watched each other's backs often enough. This just feels like him helping a friend, y'know? I'm okay with that.
-Kaidan
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He told me he felt left out.
He's been good to me, Kaidan. I care about him. Always did.
I miss you too.
We survive going through the Omega Four relay, what do you want to do about it?
-Derek
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Kaidan didn't know how to answer that one.
*
Hey, Kaidan,
Been a few weeks. Shepard started bleeding. Scared the shit out of me. Thought I'd hurt him.
We blew up an old Cerberus base for Jack. That went well. Helped Lawson with her sister. Got two new specialists on board. An asari Justicar named Samara, and some assassin named Thane. He can't outshoot me, but he's good. The rest has been about average. Blowing shit up. Shooting things. Saving souls. It's Shepard.
-G
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Alenko, are you getting your mail?
Been busy. Tali was accused of treason by the Migrant Fleet. Picked up a geth crewmember. Shepard got her acquitted. The geth is not that bad. Another sniper. Still can't do anything near as stylishly as me, of course. We wound up blowing a lot of other geth to hell. That was fun.
-G
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I know you're getting you damn emails, bastard. I hacked your account. You've been logging in every day. Answer, dammit, Shep's moping. You realize he starts his next heat in a week?
*
After checking his email for spy-bots, Kaidan's fingers tapped the interface. It had been over a month since Derek's message, and he had finally gotten together a bottle of whiskey and some courage. It was time to reply, cc'ing both Garrus and Derek at the same time.
I'm sorry I hadn't answered. Derek's email mentioned Garrus feeling left out of our relationship, and that Derek cared for him. I wasn't prepared for that. I'm not sure what I was thinking when Garrus offered to help, but I don't think I expected it to result in something more than friends-with-benefits.
I know I should have. You and me, Derek, we barely got the time to start something again and-
Kaidan took a shot, slamming the glass back on his desk with a thud.
-and if you want Garrus over me-
He erased that line, then took another shot.
-if you are really that desperate for-
Now that was just stupid. And cruel. He erased the line before he finished it. He was hurt, but acting like an immature teenager wouldn't help.
-I want you to be happy.
He paused, pouring himself third shot. Or maybe a fourth. Fifth? Kaidan glared at his glass. He damn well knew that Shepard wouldn't intentionally break his heart, the guy was too honorable for that. And Kaidan had given his permission, knowing damn well that you can't sleep with someone without there being a little emotional baggage. Garrus had agreed too readily. Always been there with them. It would have felt wrong if he wasn't there.
He couldn't get angry at Garrus, either. He damn well knew that Shepard was easy to fall for. He also damn well knew that... that...
There was an email notification. From Shepard. From the timestamp, it was a few hours old. He'd been staring at his screen for so long he'd lost all track of time.
He read and re-read the name of the sender over and over again, afraid to open it. Schrodiger's cat, you know? He could pretend Shepard wasn't going to hang him out to dry if he didn't open it. Maybe even pretend that somehow things would work out for the best.
With another shot, he opened the email.
Kaidan,
The Collectors took the crew. They set a trap using the Reaper IFF, disabled the ship when I left. EDI and Joker managed to clear the ship, but everyone was gone.
We're ready. We're going after them in a few hours. But if things turn out badly, I want you to know that I still love you. Not having you here hurts like a sucking chest wound. Whatever happens, I don't want you to think I ever stopped.
I just feel the same way about Garrus.
Forgive me,
Derek
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"Why isn't this easy?" Jack snarled, whipping her head around to glare at Shepard, who had perched beside her on her cot down in on the lower engineering deck. "Why can't you be easy?"
"I guess that would depend on who you ask, Jack," Shepard answered, his mouth quirked up. "Or the time of month. But I'll be honest: no, I don't want to have sex with you, and I don't think you really want that anyways."
"You don't know what I want," she said, turning away from him again, hiding her face in shadow.
"You throw sex out there as a way to keep people from getting close to you, because you think that's what everyone wants from you," Shepard answered. "Because you can't believe I'd like you as a friend, or that I might admire you for being a tough bitch who could do what I couldn't." He put a hesitant hand on her shoulder. "Because when you've lost everything, it's hard to risk caring about someone else."
"You're just so fucking sure you know all the answers." She bowed her head, drumming her heels, her voice turning rough. Her hands twitched as she shifted her weight to her feet.
Without warning, her corona flared to life, throwing herself at Shepard and forcing him on to his back, weight on his legs and holding his wrists. "What if I do want to fuck? What if I do want you, and just take what I want?"
Her biotics were far stronger than his, maintaining a bruising grip on his wrists and ankles as he flailed against them. But pinned as he was, there was nothing he could do, could not call up his own biotics in answer. Her slender arm was a bar against his throat, keeping him from calling for help. Yet her eyes were wet as she tore open his fly, reaching underneath to grope his flaccid penis, his empty sac-
"What the fuck?" she breathed, her fingers finding his labia and pulling back like they had been burned. "Shepard?" her voice broke, brown eyes wide with shock as she grabbed his waistband and pulled it down to his knees. "What the hell are you?"
Derek, who had fallen back and stayed limp, fighting rage, panic and dread (she's lashing out, she's angry, don't let her kill me but don't act like I hate her) to keep from doing something they would both regret later. (I don't know why yet, but she wants me to hate her.)
"I'm like you, Jack," he rasped, but tried to stay slow and calm, like he was speaking to a wounded animal. "Some poor bastard that some scientists fucked with. My parents let me be used as an experiment. So was my sister." He felt her biotic grip on him weaken as she backed away, eyes wide. He got up to his elbows, making sure to stay even and gentle. "Then my colony was wiped out by pirates. They killed my mom first," he murmured. That box of memories was well worn around the edges, the hinges opening with a rusty squeak. "I didn't see what they did to my dad." He sat up. "My little sister, she grabbed a pistol- she was always the better shot- while I got my little brothers. She covered us while we ran. We," Derek tried to close the box again. He didn't want to see the rest of it. "We ran. Just not fast enough. You know how batarians operate."
"Fuck," Jack whispered, pulling on herself. She looked away. "Just-"
"I died in the first Collector attack. You've seen what Cerberus has done to me, resurrecting me to be the Illusive Man's cat's paw." He didn't give her time to regroup. "This body isn't even mine anymore."
Shepard pulled his pants back up, hands trembling. "Jack, I have no fucking idea why you just did that, other than to prove I don't understand you. Or do you want me to hate you? Guess what? I don't." He sat up. "I don't want you to molest me again but damn, no, I don't hate you." He leaned back against the bulkhead. "You wouldn't even be the first."
"You- shit- what?" She stared at him. "Fight back. Hit me. Do something- just don't sit there!" Jack got up, pacing back and forth, fists swinging. "Don't just sit there and take it."
"What happened, Jack? Why do you want me to hate you?"
"I- dammit-" her voice rose, broke, as she slugged him across the face. Shepard caught her in a hug, and she gave a half-hearted struggle. "Don't."
Shepard let her go, before blotting blood off his split lip and sitting back down on the cot. He was mostly sure she wouldn't try to kill him. Mostly.
Jack didn't look at Shepard, pacing back and forth, fists balled as she punched the air and started to ramble, raving about someone named Murtock. Someone who had loved her, gotten killed...
She started crying later, her makeup running down her face in inky ribbons, sitting down beside him and leaning into his shoulder. He put an arm around her, then another, pulling her into his lap and letting her cry herself out. His hands were still shaking.
"Damn you, Shepard," she muttered, with a hiccuping sob. "Why the hell are you such a pussy? Why are you turning me into one, too?"
"Other than having one?" He stroked her leathered-clad back. "Maternal instincts, I guess." He snorted. "And your reputation for being an all-powerful bitch is safe. I won't tell."
"Why the fuck wouldn't you just fuck me? I don't mind some kinky shit." She had put her head in his shoulder, and Derek realized he was rocking her. He sighed. Maternal instincts, indeed.
"Because that would prove I'm out to use you, then discard you." He kept his hands above her waist, nothing that wasn't platonic. "And I like you too much for that."
"You're crazy," she whispered, gruff and sleepy. "And you're not my mom."
"Huh. I wouldn't put up with your mouth if I was." Shepard felt her get heavier in his arms as she relaxed, sleep taking her. "I won't sing any lullabies, I promise."
Jack didn't answer, curling up tighter, before falling asleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Shepard had maneuvered Jack into her cot, and was pulling a blanket up to shoulders when Garrus found him.
"Commander-"
Derek turned to him, pressing a finger to his lips for quiet, and Garrus' eyebrow ridges rose before he nodded, lowering his voice.
"Shepard, I was looking for you," Garrus said, when Derek walked up to him, and they both walked up the stairs. "I take it you had a... lively... discussion with Jack?" He traced a talon over the clotted blood on Derek's split lip.
"Something like that," he answered, rubbing his throat, still hoarse. Then he noticed the turian's nostril slits flair, sniffing him. Derek grunted. "No, she didn't seduce me. Tried to," he said, repressing a shudder. "But I turned her down. She, ah, didn't take it well."
"By 'not well' you mean she assaulted you?" Garrus asked, drily. His gaze roved Shepard's body, checking for injuries.
Shepard crossed his arms, hoping it hid the aftershocks of his shakes in his hands and glad the long sleeves of his dress uniform hid the ligature marks on his wrists. "It's Jack. A shotgun in the face is her way of saying 'hello'. " He sighed. "She wound up confessing some survivor's guilt. We talked, she fell asleep, I tucked her in." They had gotten to the elevator, voices unnaturally loud in the stillness of the crewless ship. "She expects people to want things out of her, so she gives it to them so they don't try to get close. Sex, her biotics. I guess I do want something out of her, but I..."
"Want to see her happy, like you do for the rest of this insane asylum you call a team," Garrus answered, though he didn't have the edge of humor he usually did. Tiredness set across his shoulders, while he looked somewhere towards Derek's left shoulder. "But, you can't, Shepard. You can't fix everything for everyone."
Derek blinked, taking one of Garrus' hands. "What's wrong?"
Garrus didn't answer, just put his head against Shepard's, his free hand on Derek's hip. Garrus closed his eyes, exhaling. "Nothing you can change." He pressed close, mouth against Derek's hair. "We've still got two hours before we hit the relay." He stroked up Shepard's side, then down again, nodding towards the elevator. "Want to head up to your quarters?"
Derek hesitated, holding still, before putting his hands on Garrus' waist, taking a deep breath. "...Sure."
Garrus pulled back, eyes narrowing. "Are you okay? I hate to quote Zaeed, but you've dragged me upstairs to your cabin so many times now-"
"I'm fine," Derek answered, then huffed a small laugh. He put both of Garrus' hands back on his waist. "I know you just want me for my body."
Garrus jerked back, mandible flaring. He straightened. "Shepard...I, I just... I've seen so many things go wrong. My work at C-Sec, what happened with Sidonis. I want something to go right, just once. Whatever this is between us," he brushed a talon against Shepard's face. "It's not just about sex, even if it started out that way. Before we throw ourselves into hell, I want you to know that. If you're... you're not on the same page, if you don't feel the same way-"
Shepard kissed him.
The parts really didn't fit together, and Derek, not the tallest human, had to lift up on his toes to achieve the soft brush of firm, warm skin against the rougher plate and scars of Garrus' face. It did have the desired effect, though, cutting off the stream of words as Derek gently stroked over the bandages.
"If someone had told me, right before the original Normandy was destroyed, that we would come to this, I would have told them they were crazy." He settled back on his heels. "You acted like this damn hotshot cowboy who needed to remember why you did your job." Derek chuckled, leaning against him, looping his arms behind Garrus' head, reaching up to brush under his fringe. Garrus responded with a startled croon. "And then suddenly you've matured." He paused when Garrus squeezed his ass, drawing a line up the cleft. He shivered. "Stepped onto equal footing." He licked the edge Garrus' mandible, focusing on the body in front of him and slapping shut the lid on the past hour. He half-smiled. "You became someone I could rely on as a partner- and then sex got mixed into it."
"I care about you, Garrus Vakarian," Derek finished, both rueful and guessing it was something Garrus needed to hear. "That's always been true. And the sex hasn't been bad either."
Garrus purred as Derek relaxed against him. "Good. Because now that we've established this is something more than just the chance to blow off steam," he said, nipping Shepard's ear and guiding him to the elevator. He reached underneath Shepard's tunic and to the waistband of his pants, tracing the soft, smooth skin there. "I'm going to take you up to the forward batteries, bend you over the console and make you beg for my big gun. Understood?"
Shepard's laugh turned into a moan as Garrus' talons scraped over the dense muscles of his backside, teasing his asshole.
"You don't have to sweet talk me, Garrus," he replied, as the elevator closed on them. "I'm easy."
To be continued.
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