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Chapter Five
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.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Shepard had never thought he would miss the Mako. That was before they had acquired the goddamn Hammerhead, and realized that, while being able to hover was cool? So was thick, solid armor. Being able to skip over lava was awesome. So was not being anywhere near that lava.
He heard screams, prayers, curses, and other praise for his piloting skills as he, Zaeed and Kasumi hopped from ledge to ledge, not looking back to see the flood of molten stone that was surging upwards to swallow their flimsy craft. He would have been quite happy to not have Kasumi howling in his ear that it was coming while he tried to concentrate on getting the fuck out. In the background, Zaeed kept up a steady stream of invective, including some languages that his translator glitched on.
The ledges were disappearing as they shot through the tunnels, the world rattling as dust fell down, obscuring their sensors. He felt Kasumi shriek, grabbing his shoulders as he grit his teeth, hitting the thrusters and forward engines in time to avoid one last chasm-
And the Normandy emerged from the billowing plumes of gas, cargo bay doors open for the catch as the poor Hammerhead managed one last jump before lava licked the bottom of the hull, making their engines die. Forward momentum was all that kept them going, skidding to a sparking stop before rolling twice.
"We alive?" Kasumi whimpered. Like the men, she was strapped in, and thus was only disoriented and bruised instead of a splatter on the inside of the windshield. There was only wheezing from the two men, before Shepard started to laugh.
"Well, good to see you keeping your sense of humor about the whole thing," Kasumi said, before unbuckling herself and getting out. She didn't bother to say anything else, adjusting her red hood to keep her face hidden and all but running out of the cargo hold.
Shepard couldn't blame her. He took a few more moments to get his straps undone, and didn't offer to help Zaeed, who was moving a bare moment behind him.
He could still feel the terror, the sheer adrenaline making him chuckle as he struggled to get himself free of the seats and crawl towards the exit, before a hand landed on his shoulder. Zaeed looked at him, a proprietary expression on his face.
"Got a minute?" he asked, his hands already working the seals of Shepard's armor. "You might learn something."
"Shit, Zaeed," Shepard snapped, scrambling in his seat, reaching for his weapon. But Zaeed was faster, diving down to claim his lips, holding Shepard down with his weight as he ravished his mouth. Shepard squeaked into the kiss, the adrenaline in his system turning to arousal so quickly his mind fogged. His fingers dug into the Hammerhead's wall as he humped Zaeed's leg, tongues tangling and panting for air. It was the feeling of Zaeed's hands reaching for the seals on his armor that shook him free, and he threw Zaeed off with his biotics.
"I told you," Shepard snarled, backing away and grabbing his shotgun. Zaeed was lucky it wasn't his full kick, and he wasn't being peeled off the Hammerhead's floor.
"You didn't say 'no'," Zaeed answered, smiling despite the impact, and backed away. He didn't look worried. "You can go whenever you want, just like last time. I don't need to convince you." He brushed past Shepard to exit the Hammerhead, a bounce in his step. "I'll be here when you need me." Shepard watched him disappear to starboard cargo.
Shepard exhaled, getting to a squat, then hauling himself to his feet and climbing out of the battered Hammerhead.
Walking was difficult. His cock was hard, chafing against his armor and he could felt slick wetness down his thighs. It was a feeling he had gotten familiar with in the past week. Ever since turning down Jacob, any time he wasn't with Garrus, or actively shooting at people, he was painfully, distractedly, horny. His dreams were of sex. He had to change his underwear three times a day. He wasn't in danger of attacking anyone or dragging them into nearby nooks, but he was getting foggy at bad moments. That was unacceptable.
He shuddered, tempted to rub himself to get some relief as he got into the elevator. Maybe, if he hid in the Forward Batteries for awhile..? But he quickly found Garrus asleep, and waking him would reveal that something was wrong with Shepard. He didn't want to burden his best friend with that.
He went to his quarters, dragging off his armor and jumping into a cold shower. He had tried to get himself off yesterday with toys. He had come, only to be immediately roused again. It was exhausting, troubling, and painful.
I'll be here when you need me.
"Fuck," Shepard muttered, forehead against the cool shower wall. Being around Garrus had helped mitigate the arousal, but didn't kill it completely. Jacob would probably bed him, but he didn't trust the man far enough. The same went with any of the other Cerberus crew, male or female. Joker? His condition made intercourse difficult, if not impossible. Toys got him off, but it wasn't near enough to satisfy him. "Just... fuck."
And when you come back for more, I'll make you suck my cock. Why did the memory of those words make his mouth water? Was he that desperate?
He slammed his fist into the wall and wiped drool from his chin. Yes, I am.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Twenty minutes later, Shepard found himself before the door to starboard cargo, dressed in fatigues, a mix of panic and arousal making his pulse pound his ears. He was tired, weary of this madness, and wondering what the hell he was thinking. He wasn't really. Thinking didn't really seem to be helping.
Zaeed was leaning against the back wall, sharpening one of his knives. The older man lifted an eyebrow as Shepard arrived. "Back for more?" he asked, driving the tip of his knife into a crate. He stood. Shepard noted that he was not wearing any armor, dressed in worn gray fatigues. He wasn't smiling, but he did seem rather amused. "You held out for a long time, I'll give you that." Zaeed walked to Shepard and cupped his cheek. "I'm even more surprised that you haven't turned into the ship bicycle." He ran his thumb over Shepard's lips. "Well," a smile curled Zaeed's mouth. "Clothes off, then on your knees. I want to see that silver tongue of yours at work."
Shepard didn't fight. Instead, he swallowed, mechanically peeling off his shirt, feeling Zaeed's eyes on his skin. The other man didn't move, eyebrow raised as Shepard first stepped out of his boots, then his pants, leaving him bared, aroused and disgusted with himself. Without a word, he knelt in front of Zaeed to nuzzle the front of his pants, feeling the hot length jump underneath. He mouthed it through the cloth, listening to Zaeed hum in pleasure before opening the pants and pulling down both pants and briefs.
He was hard already, and Shepard sighed as the tip hit him on the nose. Shepard took a long lick down to the base, nibbling back up to the top before taking the length in hand. His lips wrapped around the head, lashing the tip with his tongue before relaxing his throat and swallowing the length as deeply as he could.
Zaeed groaned, hips jerking against Derek's mouth, fingers threading in his dense black hair.
"You know why you didn't spread yourself for the other men on board?" Zaeed ground out, voice hoarse with pleasure. "Ever give it any thought?"
Shepard didn't answer. Zaeed's cock was hot, throbbing in his mouth, the smell and the taste enveloping his senses. He bobbed his head, tongue working the sides, before palming and gently rolling Zaeed's balls.
"You're built to squeeze brats out from between your legs." He was jerked off Zaeed's cock with a pop, pulled to his feet, dazed and licking his lips. His mouth was plundered, Zaeed stripping off his shirt and twisting his left nipple. Shepard yelped, then moaned. "And you want the strongest man you can get."
"What?" Shepard panted, hands moving over Zaeed's chest, tracing thick scars and broad shoulders. It pissed him off that a sexy man was such an asshole, and he really... really... He grunted in surprise when Zaeed picked him up at the waist, setting him on a crate. Shepard leaned back, legs falling open, and shouted hoarsely when Zaeed stroked his tongue up and down the lips, kissing and thrusting his tongue inside. He palmed Derek's stiff prick, listening to the younger man whimper, as he wound higher and tighter.
Zaeed pulled back as he felt the light tremors though Shepard's body, listening to him curse, licking up to kiss his navel. "You want a baby in there," he muttered, pressing another kiss further up his belly. He pulled Shepard back down to him. "Women grow up with the idea, deal with the instinct if they have it. You- you were made for this." Zaeed sat on his cot, laying down on his back and pulling Shepard to straddle him- but not onto his bare erection. "You want to be filled with my jizz, feel my baby under your belt." Shepard stared at Zaeed in horror he reflexively wiggled into place, sank down, the tip, the head, the length of it filling him up; his shrill moan echoed in the small space as Zaeed thrust upwards.
It was Shepard's legs bouncing him up and down on Zaeed's pole, his mouth open as he sobbed in pleasure as Zaeed continued talking. He hissed about how he wanted to see Shepard's nipples leaking milk, his belly big and round, and Shepard rode him hard. His mind tried to shut out the fantasy Zaeed spun, tried to not think about it, but when he came it was shattering. He milked Zaeed's cock, images of what might come of this coupling forming despite himself.
Zaeed sat up when Shepard came, rolling Shepard on to his back, shoving his knees to his shoulders. The older man continued to pound until he spent himself, biting Shepard's lips as he spurt deep inside.
"Too fucking bad you're on birth control, eh?" Zaeed grunted, pulling off Shepard, then hauling him to his chest. "Good thing, actually. Baby of ours would be so badass it might come out wielding a shotgun."
Shepard didn't move, face pressed to Zaeed's shoulder. He didn't think he could just yet; after weeks of being on a hair trigger, he was finally, blissfully sated. "Fuck you."
"Isn't that the point?" Shepard did not expect Zaeed to caress his back, fingers brushing over face and arms. "You wanted the strongest man on this ship. You weren't going to let anyone else have you." He leaned back. Shepard shuddered as Zaeed stroked his side, down over his hip to knead his ass. "Like it or not, that's how the galaxy works. I didn't make it that way, and neither did you. My job is to make sure your mission succeeds. If that means I get the extra perk of screwing a hot piece of ass, I'm not complaining." His fingers had shifted forward, idly playing with Shepard's cock.
Shepard knew he was in hell when he hardened again under Zaeed's touch. "And it looks like you still have some tension to burn off," Zaeed said, with a wicked grin. "Back to work."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Shepard wondered exactly how he had been talked into a dress. Not only was it a dress, it was a Little Black Dress. And heels. Personally, he never understood how they had managed to avoid being outlawed for their simple cruelty to feet.
Well, they did do amazing things for his legs, but if he broke his ankles? Kind of a moot point.
How Kasumi had thought he would avoid attention dressed like this, he didn't know. He was still jumping whenever someone called him Alison Gunn. Though he did have to admit he didn't look too bad... He really managed to pull off looking like a woman very-
He blinked at himself, in the high-gloss marble of Hock's mansion. He really did look like a woman. And why the hell had he agreed to color his hair red?
"What's wrong, Shep?" Kasumi asked, voice buzzing in the com device in his ear. "We need to- shoot, gotta go. Looks like you picked up a suitor."
A three-fingered, taloned hand crossed her field of vision, and Saren offered his hand. "May I have this dance? I must say, you looked radiant tonight, my dear."
Shepard had to stop himself from gaping. Saren was there, at Hock's party. Dressed in the turian equivalent of a tuxedo. His heart thundered in his throat as he struggled to remember the last time he had seen Saren. He was pretty sure he had killed the former Spectre. Dead sure, in fact.
His body reacted automatically, taking Saren's hand and he was lead out to the middle of the dance floor. Shepard knew his cover was going to be blow now; he was a terrible dancer.
"Flatterer," he tried to say, but it came out as a hoarse croak. It got even worse when Saren put his hands on Shepard's waist to pull him close, but for some reason it just didn't work.
"Oh, don't be like that," Saren crooned in his ear. "It's not good for our baby."
It was then that Shepard looked down, jaw dropping at the full swell of his belly and breasts, and choked.
That was when he woke up. He was in his quarters in the Normandy. He patted down his chest and stomach, relieved to find no baby bump and no little black dress. In fact, the suit he wore to the Hock job was still folded up in his locker. He thought about wearing it; it was better than wearing the damn Cerberus logo each day.
He rolled over, and to his surprise saw that he had about fifteen minutes before his alarm went off. He had been unable to sleep his full six hours for the past month, usually getting up far earlier and lucky to get to sleep a few hours before.
Mordin's prediction that sex would help had been correct. That he had gone back to Zaeed for sex had left him angry, frustrated, and sick. Yet try as he might he had been unable to see another viable alternative, at least when it came to the delicate balance of power on his ship. Zaeed, at least, was someone he hated. He doubted the other man would be able to emotionally manipulate him the way a lover could. Would Zaeed be able to use his distaste to coerce him? Had he given Cerberus even more leverage?
Getting up and out of bed, Shepard splayed his fingers over his flat abdomen again. He froze for a minute, struggling with himself, his next move, his choice. Even as he did, he chided himself for whining. He had a team to assemble, the Collectors to stop and a galaxy full of trillions to save. All he had to do was the impossible. Given that he seemed built for it, perhaps he could pull it off. His crew needed him, his team needed him, the goddamn galaxy and Council needed him. He was due for a breakdown any minute now and if he was anyone else, he might have been able to have one. Derek Shepard knew he couldn't. Part of his job wasn't just to be a commander. He had to be friend, confessor, drill sergeant as well as leader to people who would be as much, if not more, on edge than he was. He could not falter.
Rolling his neck and shoulders to loosen them, he fell forward to start doing his daily PTs. So he would have to hit the booze a little harder. Even go back to Zaeed again, damn the consequences to his later mental health and dignity. He would function, somehow.
Two months into his mission, and he was due for a breakdown. He would put it off as long as possible.
~*~*~*~*~
Shepard hid his surprised wince of pain when Jack poked him in the chest.
"If this is about sex, then why didn't you say so?" Jack growled, voice husky and low, putting both of her hands on his shoulders and crowding in close. It would have been hard to stop her without accidentally copping a feel.
"Not interested," Derek answered, frowning. Yes, he did sometimes find women attractive. Yes, Jack was attractive. But no way in hell would he make that kind of rookie mistake. He wasn't what she needed and he knew it. "I want to know more about you," he said, voice flat. "Just not biblically."
He was also finally bleeding. A week later than he had initially calculated, but he was still bleeding. When he had brought it up to the doc she had said that was normal, when adjusting to a new implant. It was a relief, in a way. It meant that the constant need had faded, for awhile, and he was just feeling off balance, sore, and out of sorts. All told, it was much better than the previous two months.
The men on board had also backed off of him. Shepard was thrilled.
Jack rolled her eyes. "You don't need to know a person to have sex with them. You just need to know where to put it." Her fingers played over his chest, and this time Shepard could not hold back the flinch when she hit one of his nipples. His chest had been sore since his last visit to starboard cargo.
"Like I said, not interested. You're not my type, Jack," Shepard answered, crossing his arms over his front.
"Shit, what's your problem? Never met a gay guy who would turn down sex, even with a woman." Her expression said it all: she could not conceive of someone who would help someone for no reason. And the idea of a man turning down sex with her seemed to leave her off-balance.
"Because you're part of my crew now." Shepard rubbed his face. She needed to see his honesty and that he wouldn't screw her over. "And I want to see what makes you tick." They had already had a few discussions of her past, after Shepard had turned those Cerberus files over to her. "And because I know that you want to test me." He turned from her to head back upstairs. "I should go."
"Hey, Shepard," she called out as his foot hit the first step. "No one ever asks me about this shit, or stays interested for so long." She paused. "So fuck you. And thanks for asking."
Shepard glanced back towards her hidey-hole. "You're welcome."
To be continued.
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