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Breeder	By : Larania Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 9432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two
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.
~*~*~*~*~
There was always a difference in being told what to expect, and actually experiencing it.
That was equally true of his biotic training as well as his new... status.
"Mr. Taylor," Shepard had said, checking the clock and grabbing a towel to strip off the sweat. "Let's finish up for now."
Derek had been training with both Jacob and Miranda to be able to access his biotic skills for the past week. He had picked up the mnemonics training shockingly fast; Miranda told him they had used stimulators to maintain muscle tone while he had been unconscious. They had added an additional program to help practice common biotic mnemonics and reinforce his muscle memory.
Miranda had been quick to assure him that he would not suddenly find himself with the skills of a master chef or ballerina. It was akin to having watched a training vid multiple times, before trying it himself. Derek simply resolved not to think about it too hard. He couldn't deny the usefulness of those abilities.
Plus, the biotic charge? Something he would have to use cautiously. But goddamn it was awesome.
"You should head up to get something to eat. Using biotics burns up a lot of calories," Jacob reminded him, following Shepard into the elevator, toweling himself down. He stopped a meter from the other man. "Heard Rupert had actually made something edible for once." The handsome biotic's smile was genuine. "Thanks. Rupert's versatile, but he's no miracle worker. Quality food really came in handy."
The SR-2's central elevator was more than large enough for four people at a time, but Jacob closed in to arm's length.
"No problem. I have to eat his food, too." Shepard shook his head, ruffling his damp hair to dry it. "I'm just happy he was able to make use of it."
"Same here." Shoulder to shoulder now, and his body language was all tilted towards the Commander. Shepard took a step to the side, out of reach. "And here we are." Jacob sounded disappointed. "Commander, care to share a table?"
Shepard blinked at him, taking in the warm flush of the other man's skin that had nothing to do with the exercise, and that he had taken another step closer. "No. I have a lot of paperwork. I'll just grab a tray and take it to my quarters. But, um. Thanks."
He was aware, painfully aware, the gaze of the male crew as he got a tray and bowl of gumbo.
A week(two years) ago, he would have been flattered, if a bit confused, by the attention. After three days of having every male on the Normandy get into his personal space, Shepard was not happy.
Like when he had delivered the power couplings down to Donnelly and Daniels. Donnelly had made an awkward comment about coupling, poker, and an invitation to come back to help them celebrate their free time before shaking Shepard's hand for a good two minutes.
Or when Rupert had tried to hand-feed him. Three times.
He shared a nod with Joker as he limped into the mess, heading to get his own tray of food. Paused, surprised, when Joker sniffed the air. "Hey, Commander?"
"Yeah, I know I need a shower." He backed up. "Biotics are harder than I thought."
"No," Joker said, shambling towards him before taking a long sniff. "Thought I smelled that in the elevator. You trying out some new cologne or something?"
"Er..."
"Not quite my thing, but damn. Commander, you trying to impress someone?" Joker asked, before wrinkling his nose and walking off. "I'm not your type!"
Shepard had winced. Then vowed to buy some Old Spice the next time they were at the Citadel.

~*~*~*~*~
Another two weeks passed. Shepard had kept to the mission first and foremost, but there had been moments of... just coping. And enough moments to make him recognize that he was changed.
Small things, or rather, they had started small. That damn bloat had refused to go away (accompanied by wider hips) for one thing. The next had been the cramps. They had started small, building up to a scraping ache. For all that Mindoir had been a backwater, their sex ed had been more thorough than most. He knew what those cramps were building up to.
The worst had to waking up. He dreamed- vivid, vague, explicit or just sweet- of old lovers and touches, wishes and memories mixing together to leave him aroused and unable to sleep, or even forget for awhile.
There was a picture of his old LT in his quarters. He wasn't sure if it was a kindness, or a mockery, but at the moment the memory of that dream got him to his feet, stumbling up the three steps to the work station and sitting down at his desk. Staring at the man, whose hands had been so gentle, checking him for wounds, those gorgeous, full lips that would be just perfect around his cock-
The hows and the whys didn't matter, not when Kaidan had him bent back, tongue plundering his mouth. Hands, all over him, teasing and tormenting as the other man refused to speak, just laughing as he pushed Shepard back onto the bed. His warm, golden eyes meeting Shepard's while peeling his pants down, teasing him as his mouth skimmed Shepard's cock, instead placing a kiss below it before sliding his tongue inside to caress Shepard's hot, dripping cunt.
He moaned, wetness dripping down his thighs and achingly empty. Flinging his left leg onto the desk, he stared at Kaidan's picture and pinched his right nipple before trailing down to his groin. He reached under his cock to gather up his own slick, he used it to coat his right hand before pumping it over his erect length. The fingers of his left hand went further, skimming the lower lips before pressing inside his new pussy, thrusting in time with his right hand.
It took little time for him to come, back arching, the muscles of his stomach contracting and fluttering as he spurted into his right hand, the velvet clamp of his pussy clenching his left.
He calmed, taking deep breathes, warm satiation spreading through his muscles, relaxing before he caught sight of his hands. Both of them, wet and sticky, covered in the same clear juices.
He stared at them for a very long time.
~*~*~*~*~
"I'm sorry, Shepard," a voice said. Shepard blinked, looking up into a bright light, then into the sorrowful face of Doctor Chawkwas. A cold fist clenched around his heart. "There was nothing we could do."
Shepard opened his mouth. Pain flared, radiating down his back and belly. He shook his head to dispel it, trying to sit up. "That- no. That can't be true. What's wrong with him?"
"You just couldn't do it, Shepard," Miranda answered. She was dressed like the Doctor, in a medical gown and gloves, hair covered by a cap to keep it out of the way. "I know you did your best, but you just weren't enough." Her arms were soaked with blood up to the elbow. "You just aren't able to protect anyone that depends on you, even if you die in the attempt." She sounded conciliatory. "It's time you just accepted it."
"I need to see him," Shepard snarled, trying to get to his feet. Pain again rippled down his belly, his back, but he fought through it. "He was alive. I know he was. He was in bad shape, but he was fighting!"
"Come over here then," Miranda called, turning her back to him and walking over to a sheet covered table. The body of a turian clearly lay beneath it.
The walk was excruciating, something tearing inside as he tried to make it, but eventually Shepard did.
"I'm sorry," Shepard murmured, peeling back the sheet. He had let Garrus down. He should have gotten there sooner. He knew that Archangel was in trouble, but he went after Mordin first anyways. He couldn't save anyone.
He choked, confusion making him freeze as he saw the small, bloody form of a fresh newborn.
"I'm so sorry about your son, Commander," Miranda said, patting his shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
Shepard woke up, grabbing at the hand that had put itself on his shoulder to wake him, flaring a biotic corona in surprise as Jacob pulled back.
"Commander." Jacob didn't look particularly surprised to find Shepard there, waiting in the mess outside of the med-bay to find out how Garrus was doing. "He made it through the surgery. They had to use some cybernetics, and as far as we know, he'll have full functionality, but-"
Shepard nodded. "Is he able to take visitors yet?" he asked, noting that Jacob hadn't taken his hand off Shepard's shoulder. It was warm. Very warm. Shepard felt sick- he was worried to death about Garrus but his body was reacting to the simple contact by flushing, his groin heating. Adding that to his strange dream, and Shepard was a bit out of sorts.
Jacob took his hand off Shepard, who got up and ignored the other man (who followed him) as he went into the med-bay. To their mutual surprise, Garrus was already sitting up. Shepard stopped, dead still, and felt a smile split his face. There were blue blood stains on the floor, on the gown that covered the turian, the bandage on his face looked puffy, and his face looked unbalanced without his ever-present visor, but he was sitting up.
Shepard had never seen anything so beautiful.
"Well, touch son of a bitch," Jacob said, eyebrows raised admiringly. "Didn't think you would be up yet."
"Nobody will give me a damn mirror," Garrus huffed, crossing his arms as Chawkwas tried to get him to lay back down. "How bad is it?"
Shepard tried to answer past the choked relief in his chest. He had to clear his throat before he managed to speak. "Hell, Garrus," he said, stuttered for a moment and paused. "You were always ugly. Just slap some face paint on their and no one will notice."
Garrus tried to laugh, grabbed the side of his face, and flared his mandible. "Please, don't make me laugh," he begged. His voice was colored by pain as well as humor. "My face is barely holding together as it is." He shook his head. "I suppose it's for the best. Everyone was hitting on me, and ignoring you. Though I suppose there have to be some women who find scars attractive." He tilted his head, eyebrows lifting in the turian equivalent of a smile. "Though most of these women are krogan."
Jacob, who realized he wasn't needed for this conversation, saluted and left.
Shepard sighed, walking over to sit on the edge of Garrus' bed.
"Commander, I do hope you realize my patient hasn't been cleared for duty just yet," Chawkwas told him, sounding put out. "He can be up and having this conversation, but he really doesn't need to be in another firefight for another couple of days. We don't have a large supply of turian blood substitutes on hand, and while medigel helps, it's not perfect."
"I understand," Shepard said, nodding. "Mind if we talk for a bit?" he asked, and Chawkwas nodded back to him. She walked over to her desk and sat down, somewhat out of earshot.
"Frankly, Shepard, I'm more worried about you," Garrus said, laying back down. "Cerberus? Really, Shepard? You remember all those sick experiments they were doing?"
"Yeah, I do. I'm one of them. And that's why I'm glad you're here," Shepard retorted, taking Garrus' hand and giving it a squeeze. "If I'm walking into hell, I want someone I trust by my side."
Garrus blinked, looking down at Shepard's hand covering his. "You realize that this plan has me walking into hell, too?" He made a soft chuckle. "Just like old times."
Shepard didn't bother to hold back to relieved smile. "We'll get you settled when you're fit for duty. If you need anything, let me know." He eased off the bed, walking up to Garrus and gently pressing their foreheads together before leaving.
For the first time since waking up in this hell, Shepard didn't feel alone, or completely lost. Mentally, he flipped off his dream. Maybe, just maybe, he could do this. He could save someone.

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