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Chapter Fourteen
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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The Dark Star throbbed as shiny pop music poured through the walls and floor, spurring dancers to the floor and Shepard to wish for earplugs.
"I'm buying," he had announced when he and his crew arrived, setting up a tab at the kiosk. His crew and team quickly got in line to order whatever was compatible with their personal tastes and biochemical makeup. Predictably Grunt got ryncol, Tali got triple filtered turian brandy, Samara was holding a glass of elasi, and Thane was sipping something pink and fizzy. Mordin fiddled with his omni-tool, nibbling some kind of fried insects the size and color of black-eyed peas. Legion was there; they had ordered a drink and seemed content to just carry it around. Jacob had a glass of batarian ale before hitting the dance floor with the majority of the Normandy's human crew. Kelly, in particular, was cutting loose and showing that she had some damn fine moves.
Jack and Zaeed sat in a corner booth with a long line of tequila shots across their table. Derek shook his head as he watched, twisting his Jack and coke (hideously expensive but so worth it) in his hands. Tonight's festivities shouldn't wipe his accounts... hopefully.
No, he thought, shifting on his bar stool. He was more worried about embarrassing himself. Derek was already tugging at the collar of his civvies, sweat breaking out on his face, between his shoulders and under his arms. His sense of smell heightened during a heat, and the bar smelled of alcohol, aliens, and the pheromones of a dozen humans out to hook up. Miranda, he reckoned, had the right idea. Stay on board and do paperwork for the repairs. That would have avoided the grabby hands, being uncomfortably wet and trying to hide the bulge. But, no, he had to be there. Both to let his crew know he was proud of them, and...
Shepard checked his omni-tool. No messages.
Garrus took a long gulp of his preferred lavender spirits. "No word from Alenko?" he asked, close to Shepard's ear. The soft puff of air, along with Garrus' usual rumble, sent a pleasant shiver down his back.
"No," he answered, fighting to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He had sent the invitation to Kaidan as soon as they had docked, and after he had tried to contact Anderson. To his surprise he had been told it would take another day to get in to visit Anderson and give his report. Shepard supposed it made sense, the man was the human Councilor, and fitting in a full report was...
Shepard stifled a groan by gulping his drink. He had never trusted Cerberus and their illusion of freedom, but damn if he still didn't hate red tape. He had just pulled off the biggest impossible mission of his career, second only to coming back from the dead, and he was still waiting to give his report. It made him want to drink.
He looked up, and over at his crew. They were all there. Alive. He could try to celebrate that in the meantime. Anderson probably had his own headaches to take care of.
"Want to hit the dance floor?" Garrus asked, noticing when Shepard put his glass down for a refill from the bemused bartender. "We can go hunt Alenko down tomorrow if he doesn't show up tonight."
Derek attempted to smile at him. "You need to get me a lot more intoxicated if you want to see me dance, Garrus. I dance worse than a sober elcor. At least a drunk one would be able to move with the music."
"Come on, it can't be that bad," Garrus protested, as Shepard took another gulp, finishing his second glass. The bartender lifted his face plates as he filled Shepard's glass for a third round, this time with much more Jack than coke.
"Oh, it can be," Kasumi said, cutting in, sipping her blue and purple layered cocktail with its bright pink flower garnish. "I saw him at Hock's party. Surprised the hell out of me when Hock asked him to dance. But it got him talking, so I wasn't going to complain. And how he got the DNA sample-"
"Kasumi!"
"Well, it was funny! I haven't laughed so hard in my life!" The master thief replied with a pout.
"Go drink your booze, Kasumi," Derek snapped, feeling his ears turn red. Garrus was chuckling, plates lifted in a pleased expression before giving Shepard a gentle tug. Shepard quirked an eyebrow.
"Come on, just one dance. A slow one. I want the chance to put my hands all over you in public," Garrus coaxed, the faint feel of his mouth moving against Derek's neck doing wicked things to his groin. "Come on, if Legion can dance," he said, nodding to the sight of the geth platform (still holding their glass) on the floor. "So can you."
Shepard glanced back down at his omni-tool. "I'm not sure-"
"Maybe he's the type who dances better in a group?" a voice asked from the right of them, and Shepard looked up. His face lit when he saw Kaidan, dressed in Alliance fatigues, looking tired and sober but he was there. "Or maybe he's just not ready to prove that humans really are descended from monkeys?"
"You made it," Shepard whispered, just a little breathless. His skin prickled as sweat popped out all over his skin, wetness sliding down the inside of one thigh, his dick stiffening further. His knees went weak as his nipples tightened to points. His entire face, ears included, burned fiercely as he turned from both Garrus and Kaidan to the bar, hunching over and draining his glass in one long gulp and coughing from the burn.
"Shepard?" Garrus' voice rose, and he could feel Kaidan put a hand on his shoulder in concern. He closed his eyes, panting, fighting to keep himself still. Kaidan looked good. He leaned into the other human's hand despite himself.
"I'm fine," he said, voice rasping from the alcohol. "I just..." Derek rubbed his face with his sleeve. "Miscalculated." He tried to laugh it off. Why had he invited Kaidan again? Right, because Derek had emailed him because he was a selfish bastard and not wanting to choose between the two. Selfish bastard. Selfish bitch, wanting both good men and putting them through this.
Wanting one between his legs while he sucked the other off. Mmm. His collar was too damn tight.
"Miscalculated?" This time it was Kaidan's turn for a question, voice rising, but he didn't remove his hand. "You?" He snorted. Then he paused, eyes shadowed. "Are we," he hesitated. "Are we going to talk?"
"Yes." It came out strangled. "We need to." Derek gestured with his chin, towards the back of the club. "We need to." Need to get out of here. Need you both to finger-fuck me while I'm here so I can get some relief. Please don't let me have said that out loud. "Talk." Sweat soaked through his expensive suit. "About things."
"What things do we need to talk about?" Garrus said, suspicious. Derek couldn't blame him as he took his refilled glass and waited on Kaidan to make his own order. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, swallowing hard to keep from drooling when Kaidan stepped in too close. He smelled delicious. Warm, human, musky with the first stirrings of arousal. He could feel Garrus eyes on him as they headed to the back booth, and something that should have felt like cold water made him even hotter.
Derek moaned as Kaidan brushed past him to sit down, and he saw the other human's pupils dilate, inhaling deeply. Derek's hand drifted onto his flat, empty belly. Wished for something he couldn't force himself to put into words. Wished for it, wanting the same from Garrus.
He wanted to tear off his jacket, but then everyone would see that his shirt was soaked and he needed to maintain some illusion of control. He really would have wanted to take off his pants, instead.
"I sent Kaidan an email," Derek started, taking a deep breath. "I told him that..."
"That he cared about you," Kaidan finished. "As much as he did about me." The other human looked away. "And then he asked me what I wanted to do about it."
"Like a fucking coward," Shepard muttered. "Because- I'm sorry. I can't." Why weren't they touching him? "I want..."
"You gave your permission, Alenko," Garrus interrupted. He sounded angry. "I asked if this was okay. Hell, you even gave me advice!" Shepard's eyes flew up to gape at both men. Then he whined, almost inaudible. The idea of the two of them talking about the best way to get him-
"I know," Kaidan answered. His hands curled into fists on the table. "I know I did. I just didn't count on," he looked lost. "Listen, Shepard, I don't want to lose you." He tapped his beer on the table, before taking a long swig while Derek watched his throat move. "But if you're happier with Garrus, I understand." His voice cracked. "I want you happy, and if I can't-"
"Stop," Derek whispered, trying to get his words out, to think coherently. He may has well have gripped water. "Just, stop. Please." He reached out, ran his fingers through Kaidan's hair. Then Derek tore off his jacket as the heat turned overwhelming. "I know I should," he swallowed. "Make a choice, or break up with you both."
"But you can't." Garrus was the one who interrupted this time. He was watching them both, sharp eyes noting that Derek wasn't well. "I'll leave. I promised I wouldn't get between the two of you. I never wanted you both miserable. You're a friend, Kaidan. One of the few I have left. I won't poison my friendship with both of you over-"
"Stop it," Shepard said, cutting him off. "I don't want to hurt either of you."
"What do you want, Derek?" Kaidan asked, taking Shepard's hand. Derek could feel Garrus' hands on his waist.
"What do I want?" he said, choking out pained laughter. "What I want?" He twisted his hand free of Kaidan's, before rubbing up the inside of Kaidan's thigh to drag over the bulge in the other man's pants, listening to him hiss in surprise. He leaned in, lowering his voice. "I want your dick in my mouth. I want Garrus fucking my ass. I want your cock in my pussy and to feel you both cum. I want-" he hugged his abdomen. "I want things I can't have." He laughed again, but it was more of a sob. "And I can't think right now because I want you so bad." His voice was strangled, watching as Kaidan arched into his hands. "If the two of you don't get me out of here I'm going to start humping you, the waiters or the tables in about three minutes." He shuddered, reaching back to keep Garrus' hands on his waist. "So stop it. We have to leave now. I want you both, and if you aren't agreeable I'll- I'll- I'll figure out something."
Then he let go. Unfortunately, unless he leapt over the table, he wasn't going anywhere; he was sitting between the two.
"Shit," Garrus said. "The heat?" He scooted back, wrapping his arms around Shepard to drag him out and help him stand. His jaw was slack in surprise. "But it wasn't that bad last-"
"You can't get me pregnant, Garrus." He leaned into the turian. "There wasn't a human I wanted-" he stopped. He couldn't say that. Never could say that. "I didn't want any of the humans on board." His eyes found Kaidan's. "Please."
Kaidan frowned, then sighed. His face and neck were flushed. Standing, he asked, "Can you make it back to the Normandy?"
Derek didn't answer. Instead, he lurched forward, grabbing the other by the shoulders and latching his mouth to Kaidan's.
"I'll take that as a no," Garrus filled in, watching as Kaidan's arms flailed, before curling around Shepard's shoulders. His mouth opened, drawing Derek's pink tongue into his mouth. If it hadn't been for Garrus grabbing them both they would have tumbled back onto the booth bench. "Come on." Garrus's tone was flat as he separated the two humans. "I know a place nearby."
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Shepard didn't really remember much of the shuttle ride to the wherever the hell they were going. He did remember sitting in Garrus' lap, the turian's thick fingers stroking his lips under his erection through his sopping pants while Kaidan kept his mouth busy. They almost didn't leave the shuttle; Derek had reached down Kaidan's waistband when they arrived.
He was half-carried to the entrance of an understated hotel (the title was blue-something), barely remembered Garrus checking them in (probably on Derek's account, but now was not the time to be cheap) and they stumbled to the elevator to the room. He was aware of a large, low bed, with some garish colored lamps on stands near the side. He was too focused on Garrus' tongue against the back of his neck, fingers working their way up and down the cleft of his ass while Kaidan's lips nipped and sucked on his, pinching and pulling his nipples through his thin shirt.
"There's... stuff... in the nightstands," Garrus rumbled. Shepard shuddered, nodding as they stripped off his clothes, halting a moment to take off shoes and boots from all parties. "Condoms, pills, lubricant, nerve stimulators, different types of toys. I didn't get a room with fetish gear."
Derek blinked, hands feeling awkward and clumsy as they fumbled with Kaidan's belt, and whining when Garrus moved away.
"You, um, said you wanted us both without," he gestured. "You know. Anaphylactic shock would really kill the mood." Garrus pulled out a package and handed it to Shepard, who had already gotten Kaidan's pants to his knees.
"Real romantic, Garrus," Kaidan said, but he smiled anyways. "Glad one of us here is," he said, moaning as Derek licked up the inside of his thigh to tongue his balls. "Derek, you smell so good." He threaded his fingers through Shepard's hair, before gently pulling him back. "And please, Derek," he hissed. "Take the pills."
Derek, who had fallen back onto all fours, managed another nod as he grasped the package. Then he tore it open with his teeth and swallowed the contents. He sat back, looking at both men and swallowing.
"Oh, yes," he murmured, first nuzzling Kaidan's erection, then pulling Garrus close so take a long swipe at Garrus' sheath with his tongue. It didn't take long for Garrus' cock to glide free as he watched Derek lick Kaidan's dark red member up one side then down the other, swirling his pink tongue around the tip then swallowing it to the root. With his free hand he started jerking Garrus off, moaning around Kaidan when Garrus put a hand on Kaidan's ass, making the other human jump in surprise.
He switched, palming Kaidan's balls while he first kissed the plate above Garrus' cock, looking up to the scarred turian's eyes. Both men were moaning, hissing 'fuck' and 'yes' or other terms of endearment as he stroked and sucked, reaching between their legs to pull them closer, tried to get both in his mouth at the same time.
Almost worked, too. He managed the tips, mouth and jaw stretched wide.
"Stop," Garrus growled. "You want us both filling you up, right?" He stepped back, knees unsteady. "Me in your ass?"
Shepard nodded, wiping his mouth, when both Kaidan and Garrus helped him to his feet, pinning him between them. Kaidan helped himself to Derek's lips again, while Garrus grazed his teeth over the back of his neck at the juncture of his shoulders. Kaidan then braced himself, hauling Derek back and onto the bed with Derek straddling him.
"You've had his ass before?" Kaidan asked, soft and a little unsure, but his eyes were hooded. Derek could feel Kaidan's hands running up and down Derek's thighs, before reaching to spread his cheeks wide. "You'll need to stretch him first."
"Noted," Garrus said, voice dropping deeper at Kaidan's assistance. He had a tube of lubricant in hand, having gotten it at the same time as the pills. Derek's fingers dug into the sheets, whining and breathing deep as Garrus' traced the pucker, relaxing as Garrus pressed his thick, rough fingers inside. He could feel his lips gap open as he spread his legs further apart. Kaidan's member rubbed against the inside of his thigh, hard and dripping. Derek swore.
"Hurry," he whispered, begged. His skin felt too small, wanted to claw himself and howl, turn and beg until they both fucked him. Garrus' slow stretch was a delicious burn but he was still half-empty and-
Kaidan's fingers, first two then three, reached down then up and into the empty space and Derek moaned, writhing between them. He rocked back and forth between their hands, whispering thank you thank you thank you, over and over again. Not quite what he needed but it eased the itch and ache. He found Kaidan's mouth again, listening to the other human laugh in surprise at his need.
"Spirits, Shepard, if you could only see yourself like this," Garrus said, voice husky, a moment before his cock found Derek's pussy, plunging inside past Kaidan's fingers to tease, getting slick then pulling out again. "You really love this, don't you?" Garrus ran his tongue up the line of Derek's spine before drawing his hips back to meet Garrus' erection and easing inside the tight hole.
"Yes." Derek's jaw was open, eyelids fluttering as Garrus pulled him back and into his lap, head lolling against Garrus' shoulder. He panted, wiggling a bit as Garrus rolled his hips against Derek's. Kaidan, laying flat on the bed, got to his knees, leaning down to lick and suck at Derek's nipples, fingers still pumping in and out of Derek's cunt.
Shepard whined, spreading himself wider, arching against Garrus and grabbing Kaidan's hair, tugging him up. "In me," he whispered. "Now. Please."
Kaidan smiled, exhaled, kissing Shepard again as he slid into Derek's sloppy wet snatch. "Impatient, aren't you?" he teased. His eyes closed, shuddering. "Shit. I can feel you there, Garrus."
"Uh huh," the turian purred, stroking up and down Derek's sides. "Same here." Derek's fingers dug into Kaidan's arms, mewing when both started to move, feeling them pressed against each other inside him. He couldn't move, pinned. Kaidan's human, masculine scent was before him and Garrus' warm rumble of pleasure behind. He felt full, finally, the awful emptiness assuaged as his lovers moved against each other, himself helpless between them. They were slow at first, careful not to stretch or tear but they sped up, falling to the side as Garrus lifted Derek's leg so both he and Kaidan had better access.
Derek whimpered; not enough, not yet. He clenched, the need to feel their seed inside him almost as overwhelming as the itch and emptiness. "Give it to me," he begged, writhing between the two men and reaching down to stroke his own erection. Trying to impale himself on both at the same time.
Garrus chuckled, soft and evil, taking Derek's cock at the same time as Kaidan, the two of them working together in a rhythm to make Derek wordless and needy.
Derek felt Garrus come first, a soft growl and rapid slap of his plated hips against Shepard's ass announcing his orgasm. Kaidan continued at a slower pace for a few more moments, but the speed of Garrus' movements pushed him over the edge, crying out as he spilled into Derek's body.
Shepard came, clamping down on both of them, sobbing because the heat broke with the pleasure cresting. He felt both Kaidan and Garrus moaning with him, going limp as they fell back into the bed. He felt his heart rate slow, breathing becoming deep as Garrus, then Kaidan drew out of him.
"Thank you." Derek kissed Kaidan's shoulder before pulling Garrus' hand up to kiss his fingers. He felt deliciously lazy, sated... at least, for the moment. He heard Garrus chuckle again, and Kaidan put his hand to Derek's face.
Kaidan stroked his cheek. "Well, you're welcome." His gaze flicked up to Garrus, contemplative, but not unhappy. "That was... not too bad."
Sleep started to call him, and after the hyper-madness of the heat, he needed the rest. Yet he reckoned Kaidan needed reassurance. "I love you," he murmured, kissing Kaidan again. Garrus nuzzled his hair, but seemed happy to accept the squeeze of his hand in lieu of words. Relaxation stole any more words, as he put his hand over his belly.
An image formed, almost a wish. The same one that had chased him into the bedroom and he knew he could not speak. Yet it still followed him as he drifted into dreams.
He would deal with it when he woke again. For right now, he was content.
To be continued.
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