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Citadel: The Party	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 60772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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As the party resumed, Evil Shepard decided the best course of action might be to blend in and avoid attracting too much attention. He'd gotten lucky over the last couple of hours, but it was important not to push his luck. He made his way to the TV room, figuring he'd settle down and watch the big game with some of the other crew members.

Upon entering the room, however, he was surprised to find that it was completely empty. Not a soul in sight, which was very strange; tonight's skyball match between the Palaven Paladins and the Camala Cavaliers had been hyped for weeks, and the clone Shepard knew from reading Cerberus dossiers that multiple crew members, including James Vega and Garrus Vakarian, were major skyball fans. There was little chance that they had somehow forgotten about the match. But the room seemed deserted, the only thing out of place being a row of empty bottles arranged along the table top for some reason.

Just then, a pair of massive arms grabbed him from behind and yanked him away from the table, pulling him down to the floor. A shot rang out; he heard glass shatter, and a wave of panic washed over him. Had someone found out his secret? Were they going to execute him for the murder of John Shepard?

He looked around and saw the remains of one of the bottles, strewn all over the floor. Behind him, Grunt released his grip and freed the clone Shepard from his grasp. "Almost lost your head, Shepard!" the tank-born krogan barked.

Confused, he watched as Joker, Wrex, Vega, Garrus and Cortez emerged from behind bookshelves, chairs, corners and the like. "What's going on here?" the clone asked. "Why are shots going off in my apartment?"

Lieutenant Vega stepped forward, a sheepish expression on his face. "Uh, really sorry about that, Commander," he began, "the game was delayed by a half hour, lighting problem or something like that, so I figured we could pass the time with some target practice. They were all old bottles, anyway. Anderson stuffed them in a box, probably meant to toss 'em out, but never got around to it."

"Speaking of target practice," Garrus said, wrapping a piece of cloth around his eyes to serve as a blindfold, before turning around and pointing his gun behind him, with his back facing the bottles. The turian marksman fired a single shot from his Carnifex pistol, the bullet striking the edge of one bottle before splintering and smashing through three other bottles.

"Show off," Joker groaned.

Garrus grinned as he pulled off his blindfold, a few serrated teeth visible through the scars he'd sustained on the left side of his face when the Blue Suns had fired a rocket at him on Omega. "What is it humans say? 'If you've got it, flaunt it'?"

Relieved though he was that the armed crew members had not stumbled onto his true identity, as he had feared when Grunt grabbed him, the clone did not relish the prospect of hanging around such dangerous company for long. Garrus held out the pistol. "Don't worry, Shepard. When you miss and hit Vega, we can always pin it on the two krogan in the room," he joked.

Wrex snorted. "You'd probably have to. Someone shoots Vega, there's no way C-Sec buys it was an accident."

"Hey!" Vega protested. "What'd I do?"

The clone Shepard slowly took the pistol that was offered to him, his fingers shaking ever so slightly as he felt the weight of the loaded weapon in his palm. He wondered if he could somehow shoot his way out of the apartment. No, he mulled, the odds of that happening were zero. Even if he managed to take out the soldiers before they overwhelmed him, there were multiple biotics all around. There was no way he could take them all out.

Fortunately, a distraction emerged in the form of the sound of shattering glass, but not from the bottles set up for target practice. This sound came from somewhere in the distance. "I'd better go see what that was," he quickly said.

"The match is scheduled to start pretty soon, Shepard. You watching?" Cortez asked.

"Sure. I'll be back after I check out that noise," he replied, leaving the room without waiting for a reply.

He paused in the main hall, taking deep breaths as he moved away from the armed threats. Hearing a commotion near the billiards table, he went to investigate.

Most of the women had gathered there, trying out the table for themselves. When he entered the room, Jack smirked and winked at Miranda, who glared at her and avoided eye contact with either of them. There was a mess of glass and liquor across the floor, which someone had tried sweeping up.

"Sorry about that, Shepard," Ashley said, her voice coming from his left, "Tali's a little out of it...."

He looked over at the quarian machinist, who was slumped over a beanbag, clearly completely and totally drunk. "A little?" he said, "Understatement of the week."

"Shepaaaaaard!" Tali suddenly yelled, causing Kasumi and Traynor to jump at the sudden noise. "Anderson left you some really really really nice drinks!"

Puzzled, the clone looked to EDI for answers. "How the hell did she get this drunk? Wouldn't that much intoxication kill her?"

"It appears that Tali stocked up on immuno-boosters and anti-toxants for a special occasion," EDI replied. "As a consequence, her natural immune system, though usually poor, has been temporarily raised to high-functioning levels. Right now, she may well be the healthiest person in this room."

She certainly didn't look like it, evil Shepard thought, sprawled over the furniture and giggling incoherently to herself.

"We should probably tuck her into bed," Traynor said.

"First, you should run a cold shower over her head. It's not a hangover cure, but it'll help her sleep it off better," Ashley suggested.

"I'll take her upstairs," the clone said. Samara rose from her seat. "I can accompany you, Commander."

Before the clone could tell her that wasn't necessary, Samara had slipped one arm under Tali's shoulder to prop her up, so the clone did the same with the other arm, and they walked her up the stairs.

"Learnt a lesson today, young lady?" Samara said, the flicker of a smile across her face.

"Yesss," Tali slurred, "burian trandy and I don't get along."

"Turian brandy," Samara corrected.

"Yeah, that's what I said. Why is your voice so loud?"

As they slowly helped her toward the bathroom, evil Shepard grew increasingly uneasy. The other crew members might torture him if they found out who he was, but it was unlikely that they would just execute him where he stood. The Alliance was in the middle of a war with Cerberus, after all, and so they would eventually hand him over to Hackett for further interrogation. Samara, on the other hand, was a Justicar. Her Code was absolute, and she would consider it her duty to smite him where he stood.

Nonetheless, it seemed like luck favored the clone in many ways that night. As Samara slid the door to the bathroom open, the clock struck midnight, and the fake Shepard could see a pallor of concern cross the asari's face.

"Something wrong, Samara?"

She hesitated before replying. "The Code -- it dictates that Justicars must spend half an hour offering prayers to Athame every night after midnight. I'm sorry, Commander, but ---"

"But nothing, Samara," evil Shepard interjected, "there's nothing to apologize for. I can handle this myself, you should go for your prayers."

"Are you sure?"

Tali picked that moment to let out a loud snore, slumping in the clone's arms. "She's out cold, Samara. I'll just run the shower over her head and tuck her in. No big deal."

Samara unhooked her arm from Tali and passed her over to the clone. "Very well. Thank you, Shepard."

The clone watched carefully until Samara had passed out of sight, before carrying Tali into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. Dropping the quarian like a sack of potatoes, he sat down on the floor with his head on his knees, while the quarian girl's periodic snores served as background noise.

He had to escape, the clone knew. Sooner or later, his luck would give out, and nothing good lay in store for him after that. If he could just get to a phone or extranet terminal without anyone noticing, he might be able to open a secret line to Cerberus and clue them in on his status. But with guests scattered all over the house, and the risk of a perpetually invisible Kasumi happening to listen in on his conversation, his options were severely limited.

He punched the wall in frustration, the sudden thud stirring the dozing quarian girl in the middle of her dreaming. "No, Admiral.....you're out of order.....," Tali mumbled, her voice trailing off as she began to gently snore again.

As the clone silently eyed her slack form, watching her chest rise and fall underneath her exo-suit, he realized he still had a semi-hard erection. It was unlikely Tali was the cause, considering he, like most humans, had never seen what a quarian really looked like. Liara's vaginal juices seemed to have given his body an insatiable appetite; no doubt the asari whores came equipped to lure the men of other species into breeding them again and again, especially since the offspring of such couplings were only more asari.

Still, if he was going to have to hide in the bathroom with a boner, he might as well take advantage of the fact that the alien was asleep. And why not? It's not like he could get in any more danger than he was already in, and from what he knew of the Migrant Fleet, conditions were cramped as all hell. These quarians probably all fucked in front of each other like depraved animals.

Gingerly sneaking over to the sleeping quarian, evil Shepard unclasped the straps on the sides of Tali's face and slowly removed her suit's mask, unsure of what he would find underneath. To his begrudging surprise, Tali was actually quite pretty for an alien. Her light purple skin framed a cute, pointed noise, thin lips, and wide, curious eyes with golden irises. At only 22 years of age, Tali was the youngest female crew member onboard the Normandy, and it showed: her features betrayed an innocent, virginal quality that was lacking in Miranda, Jack and even Liara. Her braided hair cushioned her as she slept.

With his head two feet away from her face, the clone could smell the alcohol on her breath, and notice how her lower lip quivered ever so slightly every time she exhaled. His left hand started to massage his erection through the fabric of his pants as he imagined what it would be like to slip his cock past those sweet lips and skullfuck the slut where she lay. Resisting the urge, he began untucking the folds of her exo-suit, carefully dismantling the various pieces and setting them aside, while Tali muttered something about drones in her sleep. He held his breath as he took in the sight of her naked body. Small B-cup breasts that he could cup in the palm of his hand, with jet black nipples. Taking a chance, he squeezed and tugged on her left nipple, but Tali was too far out of it to notice. He ran his hand down her young abdomen, tugging down her lower robes until they bunched around her knees. Carefully lifting her dainty feet into the air, he pulled the garments off, leaving Tali completely exposed. The cool breeze and noises of Silversun Strip wafted through a small window, but Tali was wrapped up in dreams about liveships and admirals.

Sliding his hand up her thigh, he slipped two fingers between her slim legs and gently rubbed her womanhood. No response came from Tali, but the clone Shepard could feel the stickiness on his fingers as her body reacted to his service. Taking a chance, he slipped the fingers just past her purple labia, and stroked the sensitive flesh within. A light moan emerged from Tali's lips, almost imperceptible. As he continued to finger her pussy, Tali squirmed ever so slightly, murmuring in her sleep. "But, Xen....what will your crew say?" she whispered to herself.

Evil Shepard had no idea who Xen was, but it sure wasn't him, and he was thankful for the confirmation that the quarian was too drunk to wake up. He looked again to her pretty little lips and felt the urge to shove his cock between them, but he didn't want to risk it. Chances were Tali might wake up if something was obstructing her breathing. As one hand carefully spread her legs apart, the other clumsily fished his rapidly hardening cock out of his pants. Stroking his erection to its full length, he pulled Tali closer to him and flipped her over, until she was spread out across his lap with his cock brushing against her taut belly. He squeezed and slapped her firm buttocks before slipping his index finger inside, and Tali groaned again. "Daro'Xen! You naughty girl...."

The clone pulled her up until she was sitting in his lap, and pressed the swollen head of his foot-long cock against her tight little asshole. He wondered if quarian sluts felt as good as the asari ones. Somehow he doubted it, since the migrant thieves and beggars didn't have the whore reputation that the asari did. Still, from the feel of her body before him, he suspected Tali was a virgin, or close to it. Virgins always made for good fuckpieces, regardless of their species.

His patience on the wane, he caught one of Tali's asscheeks and raised her up from his lap by a few inches, before grasping his cock with the other hand and steering the head past Tali's puckered hole. She was much tighter than Miranda -- the clone was willing to wager she'd never tried anal before -- but he kept up the pressure until she started to give away, and slowly squeezed forward until the thick bulbous head of his cock was lodged firmly inside her ass. He felt her ass clamp and squeeze around his cock as he took her from behind, and exhaled deeply as the pleasurable sensations drifted through his mind.

Grabbing Tali by the hips, he used his strength to lift her an inch off his lap, so that his cockhead almost slipped out of her asshole, before pulling her back down. As her ass smacked against his hips, the force drove another inch of his cock inside her. With ten inches left to go, he continued to hoist her up and bring her down, raising her an inch higher each time, and driving another inch in each time. With the final thrust, his monstrous cock was fully stuffed inside Tali's pert ass. Lost in her drunken fantasies, Tali murmured strings of Khelish, while the clone continued to raise her by the hips and drive her down on his cock, using her slack body as his masturbation tool.

As her ass reacted to the intruder by squeezing and clamping down on the full length of his cock while he thrusted, he felt his balls begin to churn and steadily pulled out of Tali's ass inch-by-inch, unwilling to come before sampling her cunt as well. Pushing her off his lap and laying her out on her back on the cold bathroom floor, he covered her body with his, eager to feel his first virgin in a long while. Positioning himself at her dark purple pussy lips, he abandoned any sense of moderation and pushed inside forcefully, the first four inches dipping in to sample her tight, wet warmth. He groaned loudly at the feeling of Tali's flesh around his organ, gingerly pushing forward to feel the resistance her virgin cunt offered. Gripping her shoulders, he began thrusting forward in one long, fluid motion; his cockhead firmly pushing past her natural barriers as her vagina surrendered to his invading rod. From what the evil Shepard could make out, quarian women didn't seem to have a cervix, but at a point deep inside their cunts lay rows of fine tendrils that any xenobiologist knew were designed to separate strong sperm from weak ones. Normally these tendrils were too far in ffor most cocks to reach, but as the clone slid his entire length into Tali's sleeping body, until his hips were practically stuck to hers, he could feel the fine hairs brush against his cockhead, searching the surface of his flesh for sperm to filter.

For the next five minutes, the clone feverishly pounded away at Tali's moist cunt, groaning every time he felt those hairs brush against his cockhead. Throughout the whole thing, Tali kept mumbling in Khelish, occasionally opening her mouth to pant heavily while her tongue lolled out, her body supplying reactions to things her mind didn't know where happening. Realizing the passage of time, the clone began to thrust more and more urgently, holding his cock in at the end and rolling it around her vagina, until he could feel his climax oncoming. Holding the unconscious quarian down, he pushed all 13 inches of himself fully inside her and began to unload the weight his balls had carried. Semen gushed into Tali's cunt for the first time in her life, while she slept through it at all. Evil Shepard held himself in, enjoying every throb of his cock inside her until he was fully spent. As he slicked his cock out of her, most of the load he had deposited began to stream out. Grabbing a nearby wash cloth, he wiped his seed away until Tali's crotch looked mostly clean. Once she awoke, she would not suspect anything.

It took him some time to figure out how her exosuit worked, but eventually the clone managed to garb the quarian again. More importantly, he had found something of great interest in the wrist-panel of her suit: a detachable extranet phone. Lifting Tali out of the bathroom, he carried her over to the next bedroom and plonked her down on the bed. As he left the room, he heard her mumble softly to no one in particular. "Pleasure serving under you, Admiral...."

Finding a balcony, he configured the phone's bandwidth and frequency and dialed a number that only a handful of people possessed. The man on the other end picked up after the sixth ring.

"Who is this?" the man asked.

"It's me," the clone said. "Shepard."

There was a brief pause as the Illusive Man breathed down the line. "I don't know how you got this number, Shepard, but if you're looking to make idle threats and empty promises, I've heard it all before ---"

"Not that Shepard," the clone groaned. "The other one."

"You? Our intel claimed you were dead. We had feed placing your body in the C-Sec morgue."

"Your intel's off. I'm alive, and the race-traitor who wore my face is dead. Once you've finished processing that little tidbit, listen to this one: I'm in an apartment in Tiberius Towers that used to belong to David Anderson, and the rest of the Normandy's all here. Every single one of them. Off their guard, perfect for a co-ordinated strike and capture. And I wouldn't mind getting extracted while you're at it."

Another pause. "I can have a team prepped and ready for assault within 45 minutes," the Illusive Man replied. "Can you last that long?"

"I've made it this far," the clone said.

"Then we'll be seeing you shortly," the Illusive Man said, disconnecting with a click.

Evil Shepard tossed the phone aside and walked into the second floor's master bedroom. With the festivities downstairs going at full speed, he could probably lie low up here until his backup arrived. But that plan quickly went south as he heard the familiar sound of a woman materializing out of invisibility behind him. He wheeled around and came face to face with Kasumi, who was holding a gun to his head as her hand shook with silent rage. One look at her face and the clone realized she must have been eavesdropping on his conversation with the Illusive Man.

"You murdering bastard," Kasumi spat, "you're going to pay for this."
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