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Chapter Three
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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In the three weeks since they had started meeting for regular rounds of poker (with small odds- Ken couldn't afford to lose another five hundred creds) the alien crew had started to join in. This had come as a relief; getting Garrus to socialize (stop brooding) had been difficult.
"I mean, I really don't get it," Garrus said, tilting his head to throw back a shot of lavender spirits. "Cause it just... I see it in vids, and I know you humans got the same lips that asari do." He pawed his mandibles, skirting the heavy bandage. "But I just don't get why. What's so sexy about thick flaps of skin? On your face?"
Shepard, who had been about to take a drink from his own beer, set it down with a thunk. The other humans, (Ken, Gabby, Zaeed and Jacob) and Mordin all stared at Garrus, opening their mouths to try to answer.
"Says the guy with the weird- shaped- things!" Ken sputtered, already three sheets to the wind and flailing about his jaw. He was making no effort to cover his cards. He was in good, or at least equally inebriated, company.
"Well, lips are good for, um. Kissing," Gabby tried to reason, pointing at her mouth. "And that-"
"And they help with eating," Jacob said, rubbing his eyes. "And they, um-"
"Damn right they're sexy. You ever see what a goddamn whore can do with those things?" Zaeed said with a grunt. "I remember this one time, this asari did-" he started to gesture, vaguely, "with her tongue-"
"Human lips have a high concentration of nerve endings, used as a major touch receptor by children. Usually socialized out of it," Mordin buzzed, then inhaled. "Instead used as an erogenous zone-"
Shepard was no flyweight when it came to drinking. He was usually sober, polite, and a do-gooder. None of that stopped him from making eye contact with Garrus, sliding his tongue down the side of his beer, up to the top again and wrapping his lips around the head and deep-throating the damn thing.
Zaeed, Ken and Gabby burst out laughing. Jacob's eyes bugged out, jaw going slack... and Garrus was just speechless. He did, however, cross his legs.
"Uh..."
Shepard pulled his lips off the bottle head with a pop, and gave everyone a shit-eating grin. "Well, Garrus, you did ask."
"Damn, Shepard, didn't know you had that in you," Zaeed chortled. "I should have known you were a man's man." Next to him, Jacob's mouth flopped open and shut, before licking his lips and crossing his legs as well.
"Interesting display. Demonstrating sexual prowess towards another male as a challenge?" Mordin looked fascinated. "Cross-species same-sex flirtation? Uncommon, should be taking notes." Said scientist promptly whipped out his omni-tool. "Not aware that you were sexually attracted to other species, Shepard. History indicated preference for humans only. Makes sense, goes along with genetic modifications." Mordin sucked in air, eyes wide and amused. "Unexpected."
This time it was Shepard's turn to choke, as he'd been about to finish his beer, coughing and shaking his head. "No," he said, still coughing, and Ken pounded him on the back. Shepard cleared his throat. "No, not flirting with you, or Garrus." He coughed again, before inhaling and sitting back up. "Just, showing off a little." He smiled, a bit self-consciously this time. "Sometimes it's better to give an example, right?"
"Hmm." Mordin didn't answer, just tapped his chin. "Spoke too soon? Self-conscious? Mindoir modifications not public record? Curious, thought you would be courting due to increased sex-drive. Apologies."
And perhaps Mordin had chosen to drink a little too much of his green flask. It had unhinged his tongue, at least.
"Mindoir gene-mods?" Gabby asked, eyes glazed over and listing towards Ken, who was still snickering. "What's so special about that? I mean, I'm former Alliance- we all are. We all got'em."
Zaeed and Mordin opened their mouths as the same time, but Shepard cut them both off. "On Mindoir, my generation was altered to be more fertile than your average human. Those of us that survived, we'll have an easier time conceiving, and the women are more likely to carry multiples." He sat back, and glared at the two who had tried to speak. Zaeed's eyebrows had hit his hairline, while Mordin had gone back to tapping his chin.
"Of course, Shepard. Accurate," he paused, inhaled. "Assessment. Forgot to mention increased libido, however."
Shepard rolled his eyes. "If you're asking why I don't think with my penis-" and here Ken's laughter got harder- "It's called military discipline. And hormone treatments. Now are we going to finish dealing cards, or do I need to carry Ken up to his bunk?"
"Oi, I'm fine Commander," the Scott protested, speech slurred. "Ye know I can drink more than that-"
"You're just afraid he'll molest you," Gabby said, patting Ken's shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't let the big, bad commander have your ass. It's mine, anyways."
There was a snort, this time from Garrus as he shook his head. "I'll help you get back to the crew deck if the Commander scares you that much. Instead of your human commander, you just have to worry about the big, scary turian." He stood, helping the stumbling, drunken man who was bemoaning his fate and the fate of his ass, and saying there was no way his lips were as good as the Commander's, over his shoulder. Gabby just laughed, half hanging off Garrus herself as they walked towards the elevator.
"I've got the food," Jacob said, piling the half empty bags of nuts, crisps, and the blue meat skewers that Garrus liked so much. "I'll take these back to the mess." He looked at the Commander for permission, who nodded, grabbing bottles and cups to take to the mess as well. Zaeed was the only one who had not sprung into action to help with the cleanup, and Shepard lifted an eyebrow at his lack of cooperation. The mercenary rolled his eyes, but took his cue and grabbed the folding table to take back up to the mess as well.
Together, they piled into the elevator when it returned, and Shepard focused on the door ahead of him. Jacob was shoulder to shoulder to him, and he could feel Zaeed's breath on his neck. It only took a few seconds for the three humans to stop at the crew deck, finishing their tasks and saying good night.
Mordin murmured to himself about samples- he had been remotely monitoring his lab using his omni-tool- and retreated there when the elevator returned.
"Shepard, you got a minute?" Zaeed asked, standing and rolling the kinks out of his neck.
Shepard frowned. "What's on your mind?"
Zaeed flashed a smirk over his face, before gesturing for Shepard to follow him. "Need to ask you a few questions," he said, as they waited for the elevator again. "Going on to bed, Taylor?"
"Yeah," Jacob said, covering a yawn. "My next shift starts in about six hours. Need to catch some shut eye. Got some new weapons mods I want to work on." He crossed his arms and nodded to towards the crew quarters. "And," he paused, looking over at Shepard, and cleared his throat. "Um. Commander, please tell me the next time you plan to show off." He swallowed. "I won't wear tight pants."
This time it was Shepard's turn to feel sheepish, but he felt a bit of his good humor return. "That would be a shame, Mr. Taylor," he said, with an exaggerated leer, before turning it into a laugh. "I'll, um, refrain from drinking anything from a bottle next time."
"Oh hell no," Jacob said, before chuckling. "I'd hate to see what you would do with a cup. Good night, Commander." Turning, he shuffled off, for once forgetting to toss off a salute and heading towards the crew quarters, and his bunk.
"Goddamn. Never thought I would see that kid loosen up." Zaeed sounded impressed. "Huh. Must be those pheromones."
Derek blinked, mouthing the word and frowning as he followed Zaeed into the elevator to take them back down to the Engineering deck. This time, Zaeed stood across from him, eying him up and down, with an odd expression on his face.
"Is something wrong? We don't usually talk much," Shepard asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"Hm." Zaeed kept looking at him, crossed his arms and leaned back. "Never thought I'd meet another Mindoir breeder. Thought most of you were all killed or captured in that batarian raid."
"Another breeder?" Shepard asked, twisting to look at the mercenary. His hands knotted into fists as he glowered. The door to the elevator opened, and he followed Zaeed out. "What are you talking about?" What do you know about me?
"Met one, out in the Terminus systems. Poor bastard had somehow managed to escape slavery, but he wasn't right in the head." Zaeed paused, as they walked down the hall and entered starboard cargo. The door closed behind them when he continued. "Didn't have any goddamn hormone treatments, either. He'd managed to survive years of torture, but me and my squad, we were the first humans he'd been around for years. All male." Zaeed turned towards a crate, and reached for the seals of his armor. "I'm sure you can guess what happened next."
Shepard had not known everyone on Mindoir. That didn't stop his the flutter of remembered rage and helplessness in his gut. "What was his name?"
"He didn't know." Zaeed turned back. He had doffed his armor, revealing a t-shirt and fatigue pants. "But the change hit him quick, only took a few days. Horniest bugger I'd ever met. We had to take turns with him, just so he could function."
Shepard frowned, reaching to tug at the collar of his uniform. He felt warm. "What happened to him?"
"Took him to an Alliance outpost. They were able to get him to a hospital, but he was already starting to show." Zaeed shrugged, before stepping up into Shepard's space. Shepard eyeballed him, crossing his arms but refusing to step backwards. He could feel Zaeed's breath on his face. "Last I heard, he miscarried."
"You're a sick bastard, you know that?" Shepard said, smiling without humor, feeling his breath quicken as he braced himself. "Why the fuck are you telling me this? To throw my gene mods in my face? Just waxing goddamn nostalgic about fucking someone who couldn't say 'no'?" He leaned in, snarling, rage curdling on his tongue. "What do you want?"
Zaeed laughed.
Shepard had been expecting some kind of blow. He had expected to grabbed, or maybe pushed into a wall. His body hummed with tension, ready to throw Zaeed with his biotics, knee him in the groin or just get a punch in-
What he had not expected, was a kiss. Shepard's eyes went wide as Zaeed stepped in even closer, putting his heavy, callused hands on Shepard's waist and pulling them chest to chest. Warm slick stroked against his lips, while a large bulge rubbed against his crotch. Shepard trembled, mouth opening in surprise, and Zaeed took the chance to thrust his tongue inside the other man's mouth. His hands roamed, up and down Shepard's sides, then down to his ass for a squeeze. Not forcefully, no, but with no hesitation and no fear he would be denied.
Despite the situation, it had been a long time since Shepard had been touched. Rage transmuted into surprised arousal. His new channel throbbed, spreading wider. Warmth flowed down the inside his legs, soaking his boxer-briefs even as his cock stiffened. He wasn't quite sure how this had happened, but his blood burned, and his head felt light. When Zaeed broke the kiss, he followed the other man's lips with his own, humming in confusion.
"A question? Gone through the change yet? Are you ripe, Shepard?" Zaeed whispered, smirking, shucking Shepard's pants down his hips to reach between his thighs. He muffled Shepard's surprised moan with his mouth as he sought Shepard's sopping wet pussy, first teasing the lips before easing a rough finger inside. "Oh, indeed you are." The old soldier sounded pleased. "You are," he purred, moving his lips down to Shepard's neck, and herding him towards the back wall.
"Zaeed," Shepard puffed, grabbing at the old mercenary's arms to keep from staggering. "Wait- why are you..." The fingers that had been teasing his cunt where gone, and he whined at their loss. Yet the other part of his mind, the part that commanded and was not ruled by instinct, was shouting that something was wrong here. He hadn't agreed to this. "Stop."
Zaeed chuckled, low in his throat. "You really don't want me to stop, do you?" He opened the seals of Shepard's dress tunic, striping the heaving fabric off the Commander and tossing it aside. "Because while you might not be out there tripping men into your bed, you're a goddamn breeder." Zaeed made a wet trail from Shepard's ear, down his neck, before pinning him against the wall. "And your body needs this," he hissed. He mouthed Shepard's painfully tight nipples, growling in pleasure when Shepard arched his back and mewed. "Damn cock tease."
"I said," Shepard muttered, more weakly than he would have liked. "Stop." He shook his head, but he couldn't get his feet, or fists, to act.
"And you fucking don't want me to," Zaeed said, pulling away, only to unfasten his pants. "Because if I stop, you'll be back in an hour, begging for my cock in your cunt." He shoved Shepard's pants and underwear to his knees. He reached into his pocket, removing a condom before dropping his own pants and underwear then stepping out of them. "Because we did." Zaeed sighed, leaning back to roll the condom down his length. "We didn't touch the poor bastard until he was begging for us to fuck him. He stopped eating. Wouldn't talk. Couldn't do much of anything, really." Zaeed paused, getting Shepard's underwear to his ankles and pulling one leg free. Lifting that leg, he wrapped it around his waist and guided the head of his heavy erection to tease Shepard's entrance. "You've got a bit more control than he did, but you need a good, deep fucking, just the same."
Shepard gasped, clawing Zaeed's back as he was filled, opened up, spread apart. He hated it; he wanted more. "You son of a bitch," he wheezed, panting for air as he ground against Zaeed's member, wrapping both legs around the man's waist. His answer was a deep growl, and Zaeed's hips pulling back before snapping back inside Shepard's body, keeping a slow, drawn-out pace.
"See?" Zaeed said, lips against Shepard's ear. "You're enjoying this. You're soaked. You need to have a real man deep inside you," he thrust again, and Shepard bared his teeth in a wordless howl. Zaeed sped up, and the sound of skin slapping on wet skin filled the small room. "Tell me. You really, really want me to stop?" Zaeed murmured, stilling his hips, buried hilt deep and dropping one of Shepard's feet to the floor. He stood straight, backing away, dragging his length from of Shepard's body. "Go on. Leave."
The emptiness hurt. Both feet on the floor, he staggered against the wall, wiping saliva from his lips. His breath sobbed in his lungs. His dick, thick and hard, bobbed in the air. And he looked over at Zaeed, who was stroking himself and smiling at the flushed, aroused mess Shepard knew he had to be.
Getting to his feet, Shepard swallowed, shuddered. "Why?" He felt sloppy and dripping inside, and all he could think was that he wanted to be filled again, despite what it meant giving up. "Damnit, Zaeed, why?" Yet asking to be fucked again, to finish, was something his dignity just would not allow. He stood, on trembling legs.
He needed to get out of here.
"Because you're sexy as hell and I wanted to jump the line," Zaeed answered, easily, eyebrows raising as Shepard stumbled a few steps away from him. "Oh goddammit, Shepard," he muttered, grabbing Shepard's hands, and this time, the kiss was forceful. This time, Shepard didn't fight, chest heaving as he gave in to the kiss, luxuriated in it, and let Zaeed coax him over to his cot. His knees gave out as he laid down, opening his legs for Zaeed as the old mercenary climbed over him. He moaned as Zaeed slid home, quivering, wrapping his legs around the old mercenary again and running his blunt nails down Zaeed's back.
Shepard mewed again when Zaeed grabbed his cock, pumping up and down in time with his thrusts. A deep, delicious tingle built inside as Zaeed hit something wonderful. A few more thrusts had him crashing into orgasm, biting down on Zaeed's shoulder, spurting fluid and clenching on Zaeed's hard length.
Zaeed cursed at the bite, continuing to pound away. Shepard relaxed, grunting with each thrust but not running away. Zaeed's face twisted, and with two more hard pumps he came, forcing himself as deeply into Shepard's body as he could. He then slumped on top of Shepard, gasping for a moment and sighed. Zaeed then chuckled, looking down at the exhausted and sweaty mess beneath him, dropping one last kiss before pulling out to peel the condom off his softening member.
"Fuck," Shepard mumbled, not able to look at Zaeed, just keeping his eyes closed. "Couldn't you have bought me a drink first?"
"What, you some kind of girl now?" Zaeed said, snorted, but he was oddly gentle as he grabbed a towel to start sponging Shepard off. "You needed to get laid, Shepard. You're going to be twitchy, and horny as hell while you're fertile, hormone implants or not. I just did you a favor."
Shepard licked his lips, and got up to his elbow, before struggling to sit up. His cunt felt bruised, sore, but the ache was pleasant even as it complained with every movement. "And yourself, too?" Shepard covered his face with his hands. "I'm only going to warn you once." He straightened, glaring at the mercenary, eyes hard. "You touch me like that again? Without me saying 'yes'? I won't just kill you, I'll feed your balls to a varren first."
"Right," Zaeed said, smirking. "And when you come back for more, you can suck my cock. I take it we understand each other?"
Shepard growled, getting up on shaky legs, reaching for his uniform. His knees trembled as he dragged on his uniform. He couldn't look at Zaeed, listening to him light a cigarette as he staggered out of Starboard Cargo.
He needed a shower.
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