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Necessary	By : ShadowMeld Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Previously on our Fic...:
“Actually, I do not think that is the case. This was just one of many incidents; I do believe that there is actually something amiss with our compatriot.”
The commander leaned back in her chair, “what do you think it is then?”
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“We can’t honestly leave him like this, you know that if we’re right, there’s almost no chance he’d do this himself. He is way too proud to admit to something like this.”

“I believe, Siha, that it may be up to us to aide our prothean compatriot. He had indeed been becoming increasingly agitated, and I do not believe that it will be long before he does real harm to himself or others.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Well, how should be confront this?

“It will be received best coming from you, Shepard. The prothean and I are only dimly associated, and though he considered those of our cycle more primitive than he, he does acknowledge your authority. A soldier is a soldier in any time, and it would be second nature for him to pause when addressed by his commanding officer.”

“Well, we’ll try that and hope it sticks. Considering you’re involved in this little fiasco, I assume you’re coming with me?”

Thane gave a reassuring nod, “I will be…near. In case the situation does not go in our favor. “

Shepard didn’t want to mention it, but had to ask. “You don’t….you don’t have a problem with this… do you?”

“Why would I, Siha? I am plenty secure in our relationship, it does not threaten me to have you…engage with others, particularly if I am present at the time.”

Shepard couldn’t express how relieved she was to hear this. Thane could be so accommodating, but she still worried sometimes. She knew humans could be very difficult about necessary things, but so far her lover had proven amazingly pragmatic. And kinky. Both were very much appreciated.

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Not ten minutes in the future Shepard’s back hit the wall with force, a snarl resonating through the floor as the prothean’s sulfurous gaze narrowed on her, his large body pinning her to the smooth surface. That hard form was pressed violently against her own, and she could feel it heave with every furious breath.

She was still facing off against the alien yellow of the ancient alien’s eyes when a green hand wrapped around the prothean’s throat, and an arm crossed Javik’s shoulders. The prothean growled again, moving violently against the dangerous hold. Shepard felt more than saw the struggle that went on between the two, Javik’s body tensing as he tried to free himself but made no progress.

Both aliens had muscles that were unnaturally dense to humans, and she could feel all that coiled strength crushing against each other. Javik was strong, but Thane was as well, and he was built sturdier than the prothean, more accustomed to close combat. Shepard could see the anger and frustration warring on the prothean’s face as he glared impossibly at Thane, stilling as it dawned on him that he could not best the assassin how he was.

“The Commander wanted to ask you a few questions, Javik. You have been far less than a companionable guest, and I ask that you address her more properly this time.” That smooth voice with its deep aristocratic vibrato was infinitely serene, if tinted with amusement, but it seemed to drive the prothean into rage.

The prothean then growled something, neither to could understand the word but tone clearly said it was a curse of one manner or another. The hand over the soft place at his throat tightened, and Shepard felt Javik jerk in anger. Those odd green biotics seemed to glaze over his golden gaze, but eventually his body again went still. It was after a moment of those snarled curses that the prothean’s gaze finally seemed to see her again, that iron-hard body still keeping her pinned against the wall.

His bold charge had him situated close against her, the commander’s legs parted around the unforgiving aggression of a knee. It was hard for Shepard not to think about the weight of both men pressing against her. Thane loomed behind the prothean, and in many ways he kept them both pinned with his relentless grip on the angry ancient. Still, Shepard forced herself to focus, her gaze sternly meeting that of the irate prothean, though it was difficult when her opponent had four eyes instead of two. “You’ve been acting off, Javik. I want you on my team, but you’re not any use to me like this. I need to know what the hell is going on with you.”

The prothean went unnaturally still, all four of his yellow eyes going wide. Shepard watched the strangely shaped pupils expand for some unknown cause. Javik bared sharp teeth as he spoke, “Nothing is wrong. Was this really why you came in to harass me? Get out!”

Shepard knew Javik was hiding something now. She felt his strong body jolt underneath her hands even as that thin mouth twisted in ill-temper. The prothean felt very hot against her, even through the thick, cumbersome weight of his armor she felt heat, and something…something else. Perhaps it was her connection with the beacons, or just with him, but she could tell that this was not normal for Javik.

Thane’s dark eyes were watching her over the shoulder of Javik’s awkward armor, his strong hands unwavering on the prothean even as Javik started to buck against the hold in irritation. The prothean was strong, and that alien build made his weight distributed oddly. He tried to strike out at the drell, but if there was one thing to know about Thane, it was that he was fast. Javik was miles behind as Thane simply shifted his weight and tightened his grip on the prothean, leaving the ancient to fume spectacularly as he tried to deny the pain the grip caused him.

By now Shepard had endured more than enough of this silly posturing, mood, and the avoidance. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now. Javik was already pressed against her body, one leg insinuated between her own in his furious charge, it was simple enough for Shepard to press against him closer. The soft swell of her breasts pressed to the curving chestpiece of his armor, a leg hooking around the narrow waist to drag the strange body closer.

The reaction was immediate. “Commander…” that deep voice breathed, as the prothean pressed instinctively to pin her. Strong, alien hands clenched against the walls where they flanked her body. She could see Javik breathing her in, and the slightest straining moan slipping out into a growl just before he seemed to feel the resistance of the drell’s grip again. He stilled just for a moment before a shiver. It was very…interesting, and Shepard felt herself becoming oddly… excited at the display.

The elegant ridge of Thane’s brow arched in obvious interest as he exchanged a look with her, it seemed they both had noticed something different in how Javik reacted. The distinctive green glow of prothean biotics had them both going tense, and they both responded in a wash of blue. All three were pressed tight together, and in the clash they met instead as teal. Shepard had never before seen the colors blend like that, and Javik seemed to grunt as all those bright eyes snapped suddenly closed with the sea green wave.

“Javik…Javik! I’m finished with your dodging me, goddammit. You are in rut, aren’t you? That’s why you’re acting like an idiot.”

The yellow eyes were open now, and the prothean looked very shocked at the reveal, before the starker emotion was quickly hidden under a wave of denial. “What? I am not some simple primitive, to go into season like an animal!”

“I don’t say it was anything like an animal. Many species do it, and you know what? I think protheans are one of them. You’ve been in stasis for 50,000 years, and I think your body knows it. You’ve been acting the ass the entire time you’ve been here. Unhelpful, except for in the fighting, and disparaging all of the ‘primitive’ races around you. But even your ‘highly evolved’ species don’t seem to have moved past the need for simple sex. I’m not judging you, Javik, but I need you at 100 percent, and what I’ve been getting lately isn’t it.”

“How dare you, I-”

“Have been obviously distracted, snappish, fatalistic, and rude to the rest of the crew. Others have been noticing, and I am beginning to worry you will be a danger to others, and eventually yourself.”

Javik was glaring, but he didn’t seem set on denying it now. “I am the last member of a dead race. Just what do you expect me to do about it? Rut with some primitive?” His sneer bared the edge of very sharp teeth.

“If these primitives are good enough to fight and die beside, then I’d think they’d be good enough to fuck as well. I am your commanding officer, and it is my job to see that this doesn’t interfere with the crew.”

This seemed to give Javik pause, and his lips closed even as they twisted with skepticism. “I suppose you would be…suitable. You taste….different… almost prothean. But I thought that you were associated with…this one,” the prothean growled a bit, his gaze narrowing on the green limbs that kept him controlled with an unmistakable professionalism.

Thane’s cultured voice rolled in a pleasant chuckle, the assassin’s careful hand over the prothean’s throat petting a bit as the drell’s black gaze zeroed on him in amusement. “You are correct that the commander and I are… associated, as you would say. But this is quite the dangerous mission, and I promised her my arm. Among other things.” Shepard couldn’t help but smile. “And as well, I never deny a lady pleasure. Particularly if I possess some interest myself. After all, it is not every day one has such an opportunity with an ‘enkindler.’”

Javik looked puzzled for a long moment before he finally recognized the title. “Enkindler… ah, I recall now…your people and the jelly fish…We really should have taught then to speak better...” It was only after that when the rest of what Thane said registered, and the prothean looked even more surprised. “You do not actually intend to…participate…I would never…in the empire…”

“As you are so fond of pointing out, Javik, your empire is dead. And the Commander and I are not necessarily asking your permission.”

Javik’s yellow eyes narrowed at that, but he seemed less furious than frustrated and intrigued. “And you primitives believe that I am not beyond your power?”

It was Shepard that laughed this time, “we can be rather mercenary about this if we have to be, Javik. I can’t have you fucking up on me, there’s only one of your people left, and it would be a damn shame if we had to put you down because you’re too volatile to keep on board.”

Javik growled, striking the wall behind her with a shocking bang, his teeth all bared as more forcefully he pressed against her body. “I would like to see you try, human,” he threatened, the weight of his heavy mass caging her body to the wall making the commander feel strangely small. She was getting ready to retaliate when violence turned to heat, building as an armored thigh ground up between her legs, leaving the commander slightly breathless.

She closed her eyes against the insistent grinding, feeling more than hearing an odd sort of purr roll into a growl as the large chest pressed hard against her. As her eyes slid open again, she could see Thane’s hand skimming the vulnerable flesh at the prothean’s throat, and the lilting noise rumbling from him as Javik looked torn between frustration and arousal.

One moment the prothean was harsh, snarling, and he next his severe mouth has captured hers, and violently. The kiss was vicious, full of teeth and tongue, but she gave as good as she got. It wasn’t like Thane, with his plush, perfect mouth that he knew exactly what to do with. Instead this was harsher, more primal, but she loved it anyway. Javik nipped at her, soothing it with a pointed tongue before devouring her whole with the greed of the long denied.

Thane’s clever hands were not idle while Shepard had the prothean distracted, as she soon found her hands touching smooth textiles, and then brushing rough alien skin. It seemed her assassin had taken the opportunity to strip the prothean of those unneeded barriers.

Her eyes snapped over to him, and the drell smiled. God, her heart still skipped a beat sometimes. Fucking beautiful.

Shepard couldn’t recall how they’d gotten to the bed, but was eternally grateful she’d finally forced more than the most Spartan accommodations on their prothean crewmate. When her mouth finally parted from hers, her eyes opened her eyes and saw that even Javik was looking dazed. She watched Thane’s hand reach up to turn the prothean’s head to him. Her eyes widened and felt heat pool low in her as his lips met the prothean’s. To watch those proud lips clash with the refined sensuousness of Thane was incredible, and she had to bite her own against the onslaught of impatient arousal. Javik’s kiss was more raw and vicious, but Thane seemed to force the prothean to slow down. He pulled away, teasing, to drive the prothean into frustrated entreaty until at last he ceded to Thane’s thorough, skillful pace.

As they parted the prothean groaned, and the slightest chuckle ran though the Javik’s broad chest. “I have read your nervous system, you and the Commander. You are surprisingly worthy…for primitives. And aroused, I can smell it on you both.”

The vibrato of Thane’s voice purred as he leaned over the prothean’s shoulder to brush her lips, making the Commander squirm in pleasure. “I do not think we are the only ones, Enkindler. You are not the only species that can taste these things.”

Javik’s yellow gaze tracked over to Thane, and after a moment of silence he nodded his head. “You are not… incorrect, drell,” the prothean ceded.

In a moment Shepard found herself disentangled from Javik and laid out on the mattress under him. The alien was looming over her, his gaze clearly examining her clothed form. Thane lingered not far behind him, a look of quiet pleasure on his face as he enjoyed the view as well. Under the scrutiny of their combined gazes, the commander had to force down the desire to squirm. That was one thing that could be awkward about cross-species relationships, is that there were always differences in how things worked between them. She might have been self-conscious if not for the obvious heat with which Javik perused her form, arrogant features still betraying a marked interested as two of those alien fingers brushed over her parted thigh.

She knew that she was wet, and embarrassingly fragrant as she laid out on the bed under the scrutiny of two excited maliens. Watching them kiss had done terrible things to her control, and the commander found herself eyeing up Javik. His build was most certainly alien, more so than Thane, his waist narrower, and legs set just a bit differently. He still had shreds of clothing left on him, but she glimpse a good amount of flesh from here, and his coloring was striking.

For some reason when she saw him casually about the ship he didn’t seem terribly remarkable, but like this she could see that the brilliant cyan that colored his lower face saturated the prothean’s form. There was of course the dark greyed color of his armored crown, but so much was also highlighted with blue, green and pink, some in rosettes like those on the back of his neck. It was…surprising, but beautiful, and Shepard found herself moistening her lips as she followed a trail of more pink, vulnerable flesh leading down toward the fabric just barely covering a bulge of whatever prothean sex Javik had to offer.

She’d always had a weakness for nice lips and striking coloring on a man, and both Thane and Javik most certainly fit the bill. She noticed Thane had been doing much of his own exploration as well, and the drell had stripped sometime in the process. His green body was well muscled, defined beautifully by its segmented plates of scales and bold black coloring on vivid green. Shepard couldn’t help the way her gaze seemed to focus on the flexing as he stroked Javik’s hips.

God they were both handsome, but she had to worry about the little peculiarities between them. It had taken her a while to get accustomed to the mildly hallucinogenic after affects of kissing with Thane. So far nothing strange had happened, but there was still the possibility…

Javik shifted then, and her eyes moved to him. “You needn’t worry, Commander. I have read your biology and we are…compatible, as is your drell.” Shepard’s eyes widened and she couldn’t believe that of all the times, now she was blushing. Hearing it said so frankly like that, it made it all seem just a little but more deliberate. But the Commander hadn’t survived countless battles by backing down from a challenge, and instead of shrinking Shepard unzipped her civvies and laid it all bare to both men. She looked back boldly as she knew they watched her, Javik in particular looking with great interest.

It seemed the human species had moved a long way past cave-dwelling primitives in his eyes, if the intensity of the prothean’s gaze was anything to go by. She saw him audibly breathe in the air, his yellow eyes falling with disturbing focus to the curls just narrowly hiding her most private places. Javik zeroed in on the area with an intensity she found bordering on disconcerting

He seemed to groan, rocking his hips against the air as the alien leaned down to get a better look at her sex. She knew to expect only a few things with a man in such a position before her, but she didn’t think Javik was going where she thought… not the proud prothean warrior. Startled into a low simmering groan, she realized that she was very wrong.

“Breathe, Siha. Our prothean is just getting familiar with you. After all, you are a treat to be savored, Commander.” She could hear the huskiness tinged with amusement in Thane’s throaty voice, and was barely able to offer him a glare before the gesture was interrupted by a cry. Curious digits brushed over her thighs just as the rough sweep of a pointed tongue swept over her. Pleasure throbbed through her body, and it took all her will to keep her hips from bucking up into the increasingly enthusiastic exploration.

Shepard bit her lip on a moan as the prothean’s tongue started to probe her, but it was nothing compared to when the alien found her clit. He seemed fascinated by the way touching it made her twitch. As she pleasure cascaded over her she whined, trying to close her legs against that mouth, but strong green hands wrapped firmly around her ankles to pull her apart again. “None of that, Commander. Relax and enjoy.”
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