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One of a Kind	By : Hiiroshoken Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 18176 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Grunt couldn’t explain why he felt nervous as he wandered into the main area of the outpost toward where the clan leader’s throne sat. His nerves skipped along the inside of his skin like hundreds of ants and his plates itched. He was never nervous. Not even when he had been tested in his coming of age had he shown any sort of hesitation or tension. Stepping up the incline of rubble toward Urdnot Wrex, he felt like turning tail and heading back to his room. Well, what used to be his room. Shepard had commandeered it under the accusation that he had broken hers, so his own bed was forfeit. There wasn’t a chance in hell that he was sleeping in the dirt, regardless of what she seemed to think. He swallowed hard, pushing through the guards and eyeing the group of Krogan around the clan leader that milled about for various reasons.
Wrex’s bloody eyes snapped up to the silver and orange Krogan the moment he smelled Shepard. His stare narrowed fractionally and his armored claws dug roughly into the stone of the chair he sat upon. Everyone around him went silent, a palpable tension resonating from the big male that had most of them backing away warily. Urdnot Wrex had been known for his laid back, no nonsense attitude when handling clan members and outsiders alike. He very rarely got angry or showed any sort of aggression. He didn’t have to. He was the embodiment of control and violence and a perfect balance of the two melded within his thick hide. Every single male present knew how dangerous he was, even those who had only heard stories. He was unpredictable and easily able to murder any of them with his bare hands. Nearly a century of combat could do that to a person.
His shoulders and legs tensed and a low rumble rolled free from his throat and chest. Grunt met his stare, looking passive if not a little confused. A mistake. The clan leader was on him so fast that the younger male hadn’t even seen him move. Grunt’s face blossomed with pain and his whole body staggered back under the force. With an enraged snarl, he whirled, slamming headlong into the other male. Wrex bellowed his own rage as the two tested each other’s strength. The powerful males strained against one another, grappling and fighting for dominance. It was like watching two titans engaged in combat. Blows were exchanged and each impact shook the air with the violence. They were beyond words and nothing mattered but rage and blood and the need to fight. Their crests slammed against one another in a loud crack of metallic plate on plate. Clan members drew back, giving them space but none of them seemed willing to leave and watched the fight with rapt fascination. All around the clan grounds Krogan emerged, running to watch the battle between the legendary Clan leader and the young tank breed that possessed almost godly strength.
It was a fight no one had expected, but everyone had wanted. None of them understood why they were fighting, but honestly, the why didn’t mean shit. The thrill of the battle hummed over the massing crowd like a contagious sickness. The adrenaline had them all rowdy and cheering the fighters on. They wanted blood.
Debris and dirt scattered beneath their surprisingly agile steps. Because of their large size, many underestimated exactly how fast and almost graceful the big monsters could be, or at least, the elite members of the race. Wrex was at a slight physical disadvantage. Grunt was young, perfect, and larger. However, he was predictable and reckless with his attacks, leaving himself open to brutal punishment for even the smallest of targets. Wrex was far too intelligent and seasoned to let brute strength best him and he very clearly got that point across when he deftly sidestepped a blow that would have injured him greatly and made a powerful hit to the younger male’s ribs that sent him staggering to the side and wheezing painfully. Wrex pressed his advantage and snagged the tank breed by the shoulder while positioning his legs in a way that ruined the other krogan’s balance, forcefully knocking the other male to the dirt like trash.
“You’ll have to do better than that, pup!” Wrex spat, disgust evident upon his scarred face, “ You think you are worthy of her!? Prove it!”
Grunt roared and bounded to his feet, rage threatening to blind his mind. So that is what this was over. He was not weak! No one was stronger and no one was worthy of her other than him!
“Shepard!” Garrus called out, his gaze settling on the human woman that had just finished straightening the bedding on her new bed. She gave the turian a curious look, picking up on the concern in his tone and the ridged way he held himself.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, instantly alert and ready for trouble.
“Your admirers are beating the hell out of each other,” Garrus answered, mandibles flared with obvious distress. The human female let out a long, irritated sigh and dropped what she was doing. They couldn’t go five fucking minutes without doing something to piss her off, could they? The Commander snagged her shotgun and pistol, shoving smaller into the back of her pants and cradling the other. Her Armor would take far too long to put on and so she simply followed after the Turian. Standard issue black boots thudded against the rocky ground, the young woman feeling naked in only a pair of military style cargos and a snug t-shirt. Her dog tags smacked against her exposed collarbones and the air in her lungs despite being stale pushed her muscles forward with a speed that surprised her. The weight of her armor gone, she felt light as a feather. They rushed down the metal steps and through the gaping hole that led to the main chamber together and Shepard’s brows drew together at the massing of Krogan. She hadn’t known so many of them were in the outpost.
What in the hell was going on? She heard the distinctive bellows of both Grunt and Wrex over the gleeful jeering of the crowd around them. Her heart plummeted to visit her socks. Suddenly angry and worried, Shepard bounded over rubble and vaulted over an unsuspecting Krogan that got in her way, ignoring his shouts of annoyance. She landed among the rest of the crowd and as more gathered, she was pushed and jostled violently. Her ribs ached, still tender and her headache was on the verge of rushing to the front of her mind again. She tried pushing through the big males that were easily four times her size to no avail and her rage grew tenfold.
“I said get the FUCK out of my way!” She bellowed and a discharge of violet energy surged out from her in a show of raw force that sent those closest to her flying back several yards. Her body crackled menacingly and the air pulsed with her anger. Krogan that noticed the spectacle backed away wisely, letting the glowing human pass with wary expressions. Those not under the focus of her violence watched with an almost expectant gleam. If the Krogan had soap opera, this would be it. Garrus followed behind his commander, his expression troubled to put things mildly. Shepard was anything but subtle but the amount of energy she was putting off was vastly more powerful that anything he’d seen her use before. He’d wager that she was even a fit match for Samara or Jack now. Whatever was inside of her, changing her was making her into something almost unfathomable in strength. She didn’t even need the shotgun.
The human stopped near the edge of the platform that the Krogan had encircled, her eyes roving over the fighters. They were both impressive to watch, all muscle and power and everything that screamed male. She licked her lips nervously, flinching under the sound of each blow. She felt the world narrow to these two and something inside of her snapped. She could smell them. She had never noticed it before but they gave off a scent a pheromone of some sort. It was heady and full of spice and musk and reeked of dominance. It almost put her to the ground. How had she never noticed? And not just them, but as her gaze turned to the crowd around them, she began to pick up individual scents as well, some more pleasant than others. Her pupils dilated as her brain scrambled to digest this information. What the fuck? She glanced up at Garrus, watching his anxious features for any sign that he too picked up on it. There was nothing different about his expression.
She looked back to the combatants when a loud bang, like thunder shook the area. The two were grappled together, talon lined hands locked, foreheads straining against one another. Their armored feet sank into the solid rock beneath them and she could see the muscle in their arms straining against the force of it all. And then she noticed the crackle of biotic energy humming around Wrex, his bloody red aura almost frantic in the way it lashed out against the younger Krogan. Was Wrex out of control? Knowing that he would lose such a contest of raw strength, the clan leader shifted his weight sharply. Thrown off balance but the sudden loss of force, Grunt let out a startled yell just before Wrex’s fist slammed hard into the exposed flesh of the tank breed’s neck. Grunt collapsed, writhing and gasping out for air.
He was dazed, stars flashing behind his eyes as he willed himself to get up, to defend himself. He couldn’t get enough air! Panicking, he clawed at the collar of his armor, mouth gapping to suck in oxygen that his body needed. A wicked looking bruise was already forming along the pale and russet scales and Shepard let out a sharp command that had Wrex freezing mid stomp. The clan leader stood poised over Grunt’s fallen form, metal boot less than a foot from snapping the younger’s neck into the dirt. Blinking out of his rage, Wrex looked up, eyes fixing on Shepard in confusion. He shook his head, moving back from the still stunned Grunt while trying to gain a semblance of control. He had lost it over a female. No, not just any female. A HUMAN female. This was unacceptable. How was he supposed to gain the respect and devotion of the race if he couldn’t keep even himself in check?
His red gaze watched as Shepard rushed over to check on Grunt and a dark growl filled his chest. Shepard’s eyes were trained on him in seconds. She looked murderous and smelled like sex about to happen and Wrex forgot to breathe. She didn’t even know what battle did to her, to her scent. He did. He had suffered years alongside her in the thick of the fighting. The violence had always made her excited and full of need, much like the Krogan, but never had she been so potent. It was as though everything about her had been magnified. He looked around the arena. Every eye was trained on her. He needed to get her out of the camp.
Grunt had mostly recovered, looking from Shepard hovering near him to the clan leader. His rage was stifled when the red crested male spoke.
“Urdnot Grunt, you’ve earned the chance to enter the Rite of Honor. The Rite will begin in ten days. We will begin traveling to the site on the eighth day. You have until then to prepare yourself. Any other challengers will be expected to present themselves at the start of the Rite,” Wrex proclaimed, looking weary. Shepard’s brows furrowed in confusion. Rite of Honor. That was what Grunt had spoken of before, “ You two, help Grunt to the medic. The rest of you get out of my sight!”
Shepard had fully intended to follow after the two males that had hauled Grunt’s injured form toward the clinic when a dark rumble from Wrex had her stopping in place. She turned to regard the warlord, his dominant, towering posture, and the muscles that shifted under his thick hide. There was something in his stare that had her moving almost submissively to him. Maybe it was that scent that still danced through her senses, or perhaps it was the fact that he had won and her feelings for him still lingered. She wanted answers and she knew he knew something. The clan leader turned and strode to his high backed throne with a snarl for his guards to leave the area. Garrus cast a concerned look at Shepard, wary for their safety, but didn’t budge from her side.
“What in the hell is going on, Wrex?” Shepard demanded when they were alone and the Krogan was left glaring at Garrus. The Turian cocked his brow plate, shifted his gun and glared right back. Shepard snarled, “Enough! I’ve had it with the dick waving competitions! You all seem to forget that mine is bigger! Now tell me what is happening before I get pissed!”
Wrex grinned fondly, red eyes glittering with respect and something that even the big warlord didn’t want to think about.
“Fine. You want to know? Mordin gave me the results while you were messing around with Junior,” Wrex began and Shepard found herself filling with confusion at the bitter way he spoke of Grunt. An ache gnawed at her stomach; worry. The reassuring claws of Garrus coming to a rest on her shoulder had her letting out a soft breath. “You aren’t dying or anything, if anything you are stronger than ever. One big problem. Do you remember your encounter with Okeer?”
“More than I would like. Why?” She asked, suddenly very suspicious.
“His tankbreed isn’t the only thing that you left that rock with. Mordin was surprised that he hadn’t picked up on it sooner. He is certain that Okeer was smart enough to delay it,” Wrex explained and Shepard’s impatient nature snarled.
“What, Wrex, just tell me, already!” She hissed, eyes flashing with warning. She wasn’t above torture and he knew it. He chuckled. She was going to be pissed.
“You are mutating into a Krogan,” He rumbled, his expression anything but disappointed, if anything the prospect excited him and anyone looking into those hungry eyes would see that. Shepard went very still, her skin flushing white as a sheet as all of the blood in her face drained away. Her jaw dropped open slightly and her eyes went wide. Everything sounded so far away, even Garrus who called her name from a few feet from her. The only thing that she could hear was the roar of her heartbeat and Okeer’s voice from that day.
“His legacy…he wasn’t talking about Grunt…” She mumbled, throat dry. That was how he knew so much about her, why he had seemed so very anxious to meet her and to leave with her. She looked down at her right hand, the one he had shaken upon their meeting. She could barely see the faint, pale, scar from where he had pierced her glove with what she had thought was his claws. It must have been some sort of needle. It all fell into place then, the anger, the strange pains, the heightened strength and senses. She was so fucking stupid!
“Why now?” She heard herself ask.
“The doctor said something about an incubation period. You will have to ask him for the details,” Wrex rumbled, his voice full of worry at her behavior. She was shaking and Garrus’s hand on her shoulder had her flinching violently. Her large, confused eyes flitted to his and before she could protest, the turian had her pulled into his arms protectively, all but crushing her against his smooth armor.
“Why? Why can’t anyone leave my body alone?” She whimpered against him, absorbing all the comfort he could give her as he stroked her soft hair soothingly. The commander was over whelmed. She had been shot, stabbed, enhanced, pumped full of drugs, killed, reborn, and now mutated?! Why!? Why was it always her? Why couldn’t the universe find another fuck toy? Soft sobs wracked through her tiny frame and Garrus felt his heart clench painfully. Shepard didn’t cry. But, he understood, she was overtaxed and stressed and confused. And then she was wrenched from his arms. He snarled, ready to attack but the sight before him gave him pause.
Wrex held her in his arms like a tiny doll, his free hand holding her head to his neck as if shielding her from the outside world. This was the second time that the big male had held her so and Garrus would have said he was hallucinating if he didn’t know any better.
“Vakarian, I don’t want you to leave her side if you can help it after tomorrow,” Wrex stated, not bothering to look at the conflicted turian who at least had the dignity to look offended.
“Do you really think I would leave her in this hell hole? She can’t stay here, not like this!” Garrus snapped, ready to take her back from him.
“No shit. I’m going to bed; we’ll finish the custody talks later, mom” The Krogan grumped sarcastically, thankfully back to his old self. The turian watched silently as the battlemaster strode off with his best friend, mandibles clicking together thoughtfully. What was Wrex playing at? Surely he didn’t think he had a chance with her now that she was changing? He had given her up. With Shepard there were rarely second chances.
Cradled by strong arms, Shepard was lost to her emotions. Wave after wave of heart wrenching sobs shook her and all that she knew to do was to not let go of the cool metal her fingers clung to. She had never really been good at half-assing things, so she shouldn’t have been surprised that her hormones were also over achievers. She felt herself being jostled and stubbornly held on to the armor she was resting against, not wanting to let go. A deep chuckle resonated around her and blearily she looked up at the big male that held her.
“I don’t care if you cry, Shepard, but let me take my armor off before you make it rust,” Wrex joked in his typical way and she hiccupped around a smile. She let him set her down on the large bed looking around curiously. She’d never been in Wrex’s room before. It was nothing incredibly exciting. Cleaner than most of the other rooms and more spacious, it was what looked to have formerly been part of the old ruins, intricate carvings covering the rough walls. There were shelves on which were guns and a metal closet in which were even more guns. Mounted on the wall was the claw of a massive thresher maw, dulled to a dark reddish brown. Ammunition and data pads littered a large desk area in the corner and stores of food and drink were tucked semi neatly on another wide self. The room had Wrex written all over it. He’d managed to take what was meant for luxury and make it practical.
She watched him mutely as he moved to the large armor storage unit, calmed aside from the occasional hiccup. His taloned hands went about undoing the clasps on his armor and not for the first time was she surprised by how dexterous he really was. It was easy to forget how quick he could move with how big he looked. Piece by piece he placed the armor in the racks until he stood before her completely bare save a loin wrap and the cloth that protected the hump on his back from the chaffing of his armor. He removed the straps holding the meager clothing in place and Shepard felt her face redden more than just for her tears. It had been a long time since she had seen him like this. He was muscular and a tawny yellow, every inch of his form sculpted by combat. The scars on his face trailed down his neck stopping just below his collarbone. His body was littered with other scars though none as severe. He turned and flexed slightly when he noticed her staring, unable to stop the grin that tugged at his mouth.
He was big, that was for sure, even without being turned on. It was hard to forget what sort of a monster he really was. Said monster twitched in appreciation of the change in her scent. Aw, it missed her. But then the insecurities were back and Shepard pulled her knees to her chest. She remembered his warning and she knew that he meant every word of it. But could she really let him? Could she stand to let her heart break again after it was done? And unbidden, Grunt’s face swam in her mind.
“There you go thinkin’ too much again. Haven’t you learned by now that acting is better than pussy footing around?” He growled as he stalked closer to the bed. Every move was very much like a hunter stalking its next meal. His muscles tense and movements controlled, Wrex looked like he was trying very hard to hold back. Her wide eyes happened to glance down at the juncture of his legs again and she squeaked uncontrollably. He wasn’t relaxed in the least anymore. Like the Krogan that owned it, it was rough looking; the smooth almost red tinted skin free of scales aside for a collection of small red and black plates that surrounded the base. Along each side of the gleaming extremity were what looked to be a row of dull fleshy spikes. She and that monster were acquainted but it never stopped to intimidate her every time she saw it. And if Wrex’s intentions were unclear before now they were crystal.
“B-but I can’t. Wrex, you only want me because of Okeer, remember? You are the one who turned me down. What makes you think I will just lay here and let you do what you want when I won’t be getting what I want?” She protested when insistent claws pulled her from her curled position.
“Shepard, shut your face and fuck me. We both know it is exactly what you want,” Wrex sighed with a roll of his eyes. She was just trying to save face but he could smell her, he knew how much she wanted him. This had been coming for a long time and not even a reaper invasion or the end of the world was going to stop him. She didn’t know it, but this was more for her than him. He was losing her. For good. And before it was too late, the clan leader had to get her body used to Krogan sex. Grunt wasn’t going to be able to hold himself back like Wrex. He was young and stupid and so full of rage. If Shepard got hurt because Wrex didn’t take the time to prepare her, he’d never forgive himself.
He gripped the back of her hair and tugged her gently forward, bloody eyes watching with rapt attention as her lithe frame crawled closer. She knew exactly what he wanted from her and she looked up at him in concern.
“I swear, woman, if you don’t umpfff!” His rant had been interrupted by tiny, cool hands wrapping around his length firmly. He took the hint and kept his mouth shut, watching as her fingers explored. She marveled at how soft and smooth it was, wondering with anticipation at what those projections would feel like. She had to admit that she was a little worried about if it would even fit. An insistent thrust of his hips had her focusing again on what she was doing. Impatient bastard. Her lips pressed to the tip and a shudder rolled through his tense frame. She was killing him. And then those wonderful lips were around him, her tongue teasing the underside of his length. Oh how he missed her. A low growl like rumble filled his chest as he lifted his leg to rest a clawed foot on the frame of the bed, hand stroking her hair gently. And then she started sucking. He about lost it then and there. It had been too long.
He knew that if he let her play too much he wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore so with a snarl he half tossed her further up on the bed. He was above her before she had time to think, talons ripping through the thin t-shirt and bra she wore. His tongue tasted her chest then, remembering how much she enjoyed the fleshy mounds being played with. Her hands clutched at the red crest on his head as he ripped away her pants eagerly. He was oh so thankful that he had as much patience as he did. The full weight of her arousal hit his senses like a tank hitting a pyjack and for a long moment he stayed perfectly still, claws on her hips and breathing ragged.
Her heart was in her throat as she squirmed beneath him, trying to get him to touch her, anything! But he didn’t move, simply allowing himself to calm down. He sliced through her panties with a flick of his finger, tossing the useless fabric aside before hauling her hips up to meet his waiting mouth. Shepard let out something close to a scream when his hot tongue rolled over her bare skin. She was suddenly very glad that she had bathed earlier though she doubted Wrex cared in the least. He was merciless, lapping at her with abandon and clinging desperately to the blankets was all she could do. His claws dug into the flesh of her ass lightly and with a hungry growl, he forced his tongue inside of her.
She came, hips thrashing and a sound that made her blush rushing from her parted lips. But Wrex was far from finished. His tongue moved in and out, stretching her, making her slick insides wetter. He couldn’t use his claws on her or risk cutting her. Supporting her weight and keeping her elevated, he pulled back and fixed her with a harsh stare.
“Prepare yourself,” He demanded, resting one of her legs on his shoulder, the other he held out wide so that he could see all of her. Trembling from the after effects and more than a little embarrassed, Shepard brought her fingers to her entrance. Wrex watched entranced as those small fingers vanished into her, stretching, obeying. He let go of her leg to fist his erection, unable to stop himself. And she whimpered, watching him, watching his eyes on her, his hand tugging at himself desperately and she came again, back arching as she slammed three fingers as deep as she could inside.
Wrex lowered her to the bed one hand holding her hip down, the other running his length teasingly against her entrance as she rode out the tremors. He leaned over her, growling darkly.
“I don’t care if you are ready anymore, Shepard, I can’t stop,” He warned as something similar to the blood rage threatened to overtake him. She hissed against the feel of him testing her and her molten glare met his red eyes.
“Stop teasing me, asshole,” She snapped angrily, earning a proud grin from the Krogan. He pushed and she mewled. Slowly, more because she was so damn tight than anything, he entered her. He stopped about halfway to let her catch her breath. Her breasts heaved with each lungful and her eyes were screwed shut tightly. It hurt. More than she could have imagined. It had been a long time since she’d had sex and this was beyond anything she’d ever tried taking on before. He waited until her pain filled eyes met his and she nodded before moving again, groaning when he rested fully encased in that heat. She whimpered, obviously hurting, but he couldn’t make himself stop if he tried. He was inside of Shepard. Finally. He rocked against her gently, shifting against her until a startled cry shot from her lips and she fixed him with a lustful look. That was what he had been waiting for.
He moved then, pulling out and then thrusting back in with short easy movements that had her keening with need. But he kept his pace even. If he didn’t he was afraid of breaking her. He should have known better. In a rush of biotic energy and wind from his lungs Wrex found himself beneath her, the little female growling darkly in frustration.
“I said. Stop. Teasing. Me!” She hissed, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Growling in agreement, Wrex laughed and gripped her hips roughly.
“Aye, aye, commander,” He half purred before unleashing the chains on his control. His hips pistoned up into her with no regard for her safety and Shepard took all that he gave, bracing herself on his abs as she forced herself down with each thrust. A steady growl built in the chest of the big male and she could feel him getting closer. The hard plates at the base of his erection hit deliciously against her clit and those short spikes caressed her walls like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“S-Shepard!” He snarled in warning as every muscle in his body grew tense and a flash of fire shot through her nerves, her motions becoming more frantic.
“Wrex!” His name moaned from her lips was the last spark before he pulled her down hard on him, hips arching upward and claws biting into her skin. His vision went white and the only thing that he was aware of was how she clenched around him and the intense euphoria that washed over him. He collapsed back into his bed, Shepard limp against his chest, still fully connected. He listened to her breathing grow more even, letting out a soft growl when she tried to move. She didn’t get very far. The small spikes on each side of a Krogan’s erection swelled during mating, and until they went down, she was stuck.
“You could have warned me, jackass,” She grumbled, shifting to try and get comfortable. Her legs were already aching from being spread. He chuckled close to her ear and in a move that came only from experience, spun her so that she was facing the other way. She yelped, arching against the sensation and tried to calm her libido as he rolled to his side with her cradled against the smooth scales of his chest. But it was far too late for he had already smelled her returning arousal and toyed playfully with her chest. She bit her lower lip and glanced at him over her shoulder, worry and confusion evident in her eyes.
“Stop worrying. I’ll explain everything in the morning,” He affirmed, tugging a blanket over them. She sighed in defeat, body sore and tired from their activities and her emotions. The only thing that she could do was trust in Wrex, something she was surprised that she could still do. And it was there, safe, warm, and for the first time in weeks, stress free that she fell into the void of dreamless sleep despite the nagging feeling that she had just cheated on Grunt.

A/N: Welp, there it be, the much anticipated smut scene with Wrex. I am not completely happy with it, but that is because of what I plan on doing with them in the future. Poor Wrexy. I love him so. <3 Hope you enjoyed it and thanks so much for hanging in there despite the time between chapters. Again, I edited the story so that everything is in it's proper place now. Sorry about that everyone. ^^;;
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