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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 26022 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ashley and Kai Leng stepped out of the elevator on the busiest level of the Zakera Ward. It was as shady as it could get on the Citadel, somehow attracting the lowest citizens of the Council races.

They wore civilian clothes, but didn’t try too hard to blend in. That would just make them more obvious. They went for the “off-duty C-Sec” vibe that didn’t draw attention but still gave them a wide enough berth.
Kai Leng turned out to be quite useful, if a little bit chatty, but she didn’t mind. She needed all the distractions she could get. And boy, could he be a distraction. He was lean and athletic, his movements were uncannily fluid and he always looked like he could pounce on anything at any second. They kept it professional, though. Ashley was too occupied to even entertain any possibility of temptation, and Leng was either aware of her relationship with Miranda or just respected her privacy too much to even flirt with her.
They approached the café where they were supposed to meet Lawson’s man. Ashley pulled the file the Alliance had of their contact as soon as she was given a name. It was an impressive dossier. Also, terribly dangerous in more than one way. She thought that even with Kai Leng’s skills, they were going to be evenly matched at the table.
“Didn’t I see you perform at the last Alliance Gala?” Ashley asked Kai Leng as they made their way through the crowd, just to have a little normal conversation before they get all official again. “You were doing some moves with a sword, right?”

Kai Leng chuckled. “Ah, yes. It’s my hobby. Traditional martial arts.”

“It’s a wicked looking hobby. Quite impressive. What was that anyway, a katana or something?”

“No. Katana is japanese. I’m Chinese. It’s called a jian.” Kai Leng said with a resigned tone.

“I’m sorry”, Ashley looked at him with a faint blush. “I didn’t want to offend.”

Kai Leng frowned. It was not the first time she showed a human gesture in an otherwise irrelevant situation. He was used to N7 arrogance, but this marine seemed to be a genuine team player. He was pleasantly surprised.

“No sweat. It’s a common mistake.”

“I suppose you have to explain this every time. Must be a pain in the ass.”

Kai Leng shrugged. “It is.”

“Still. I liked it. Formidable stuff.” Ashley offered.

“Thank you. Not very useful on a modern battlefield, though.” Kai Leng chuckled.

Ashley snorted. “I guess not.”

The N7 grinned. She deserved an anecdote. “There was one guy who wanted to introduce swordfighting into the N7 training at one point. Watched too many samurai vids.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Oh boy, I know the type.”

“Yeah. He actually wanted us to use katanas.”

“Ouch.” Ashley offered in sympathy. “How did it go?”

“As expected. Slow or useless in closed quarters. Limited movement in infantry combat.” Kai Leng snickered. “Those poor bastards in the first class, got shot to pieces in the first training simulations. When they tried to use biotics to jump closer, we were still much faster with pistols and knives. They never stood a chance.”

Ashley grinned. She imagined how stupid it must have looked like. They reached the café still grinning at the story.
It was easy to spot their contacts, they managed to stand out even in this crowd.

“My name is Ashley Williams.” She said stepping to the table. “This is Kai Leng. We’re here by Mr. Lawson’s arrangement.”

The man looked them over.

“Aye. Name’s Zaeed Massani.” He poke a thumb at the woman sitting next to him. “And this is my lovely assistant, Jack. Have a seat.”
They sat down, and Ashley tried very hard not to stare. Massani was a battle scarred, older, crude looking man with a very thick Earth English accent. He was a piece of work by himself, but the woman next to him just blew everybody out of the water. She was tattooed from head to... well, waist for sure, probably beyond that, too. All she wore on top was a leather strap thing that barely covered any of her skin. She had small, but round breasts, perky ones at that. She guessed even her nipples were tattooed.
Ashley failed miserably at staring. If Kai Leng was a temptation, even as a man, Jack was the devil herself. The exact opposite of Miranda, radiating raw, violent sexuality. Ashley felt she probably blushed. She tore her gaze away from her body and focused on the biotic amp she saw on the side of her head. It was custom made, very unique looking thing. The file on Massani did mention he had a biotic with him all the time, but the intel didn’t do justice to her. Ashley cleared her throat and turned towards the mercenary.
“Glad you could make it, Mr. Massani. Let’s talk details.”

“Yeah. Seems, some fucking rich guy wants his pretty little rich daughter back from some evil pirates. So he hires me to help you hunt the prick down.”

Ashley frowned. “Well, yes, you could put it that way.”

“Whatever. Thing is, you’re fucking Alliance. So I wonder. How the fuck our little arrangement could possibly work, eh?”
Ashley leaned back in her chair as a waitress approached. They ordered drinks and until the waitress was out of earshot again, she looked at Jack again. She seemed to have a constant, amused smirk on her blood-red lips, sitting with one leg across Massani’s lap. She was looking at them, probably sizing them up as well. Ashley was wondering if the biotic’s gaze meant she wanted to fuck them or kill them. Or both. Not necessarily in that order.
“Officially it won’t work. The Alliance cannot be associated with, um, private contractors.” Ashley replied and leaned forward. “What exactly did Mr. Lawson tell you?”

“He said you know who has the chick and help me get close enough to grab her. He is paying my expenses generously. Plus he has the Alliance involved. I’m guessing it’s someone big.”
Ashley grimaced. “You’re guessing right. We’re going after the Normandy.”

That made Jack hiss in excitement. Maybe even set her purring as she sat up. The waitress brought their drinks, and they were silent until she left. Zaeed nodded.

“Not surprised. But what’s your stake in this?” the mercenary asked, eyes narrowing.

Ashley took a deep breath.

“That... chick is one of my men. Her team was sent to capture Shepard and the Normandy, but they were betrayed.”

“Sent by you, I reckon.”

“Yes,” Ashley sighed. She won’t be making excuses for a merc.

Massani frowned and tilted his head. “Still missing something. The Alliance usually negotiates a deal for their hostages. What’s different here?”

“The crew were let go, the officers ransomed by family and corporations. Shepard kept her so I wouldn’t go after him. They benched me.”

“Is that so?”
The mercenary leaned back, sipping his drink and he looked back and forth between Kai Leng and Ashley, no doubt calculating odds and angles. And money. Meanwhile the tattooed biotic eyed Kai Leng curiously, biting her lower lip. Apparently she chose him to eat/rape/murder first, while leaning back comfortably in her chair, lazily rubbing her leg across Massani’s lap. If Kai Leng reminded her of a tiger, Jack was more like a panther, lying lazily on a branch, before diving for your neck from above.
“So lemme get this straight. You two,” Zaeed pointed at Kai Leng and Ashley “are running an illegal rescue op with no fucking money. And you are lucky enough that rich daddy wants his girl back. So daddy pays us to do your dirty job. And you can offer me... what the fuck exactly?”

Kai Leng, who by that time also sized up the biotic as a potential target and stored the information somewhere in his mind, leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table.

“We can offer intel. Where to hit, when to hit, whom to hit. Get rid of his hinterland. And when it’s time to hit the Normandy, we will be there, too.” He explained calmly.
That seemed to please Jack and Massani was already recalculating his odds. He slowly smirked.

“So. Two Alliance grunts and us against one of the most dangerous fucking pirate in the Terminus. How did you figure this would go?”

Ashley shrugged. “We’ll deal with it when we get there. So far we have his operation mapped out, and know where to hit him where it hurts.”

“As exciting as that sounds, I don’t have a death wish. Daddy can pay a shitload of money and there will still be the four of us against a seasoned crew. I don’t like my chances here.”
Ashley knew he was right. Even the best laid trap, even an N7, a veteran mercenary and the crazy biotic girlfriend, they still can’t cover much ground. But she had no other options, this was her chance. She had to make this work, but she can’t make it sound like she’s desperate. She could tell the mercenary was still suspicious. She was racking her brain for any ideas, going through everything she knew about the case.

“Mr. Massani”, she began even as a thought was forming in her head. “I understand you used to be an, uh, entrepreneur before going solo, right?”
The mercenary frowned, his expression turning even more suspicious.

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“You founded the Blue Suns, is that right? With your— business partner, Vido Santiago.”

“So fucking what?”

Zaeed was steadily getting more and more impatient, tensing, and sitting up straight. Even Jack turned her attention from staring at Kai Leng to look at the mercenary in apprehension. She sat up, her face turning serious. The tension was getting higher around the table. Kai Leng discreetly nudged her knee, signaling her to back off. But it was too late for that anyway.

“According to our intel, Mr. Santiago... well, there’s no other way of putting this... shot you in the head and took over your operation.”
Massani was already fuming, glaring at Ashley with a menacing gaze.

“What the fuck is your problem? What are you getting at?”

“... and he ceded leadership to a... batarian, I believe.”

“I fucking suggest you drop the subject before I walk away and let the rich girl to rot in her own personal hell!” he was raising his voice gradually, the other patrons in the café noticing. Jack put a hand on Massani’s arm and stared at Ashley like she went mad. Kai Leng was leaning closer to her as well, whispering “take it easy”, into her ear.
Ashley glared back at the mercenary unflinching, her voice turning cold.

“Shepard’s main suppliers are the Blue Suns.” She paused. “I can get you Santiago, Mr. Massani. I can put you within shooting distance of him. Shit, even spitting distance. I can get you your fucking Blue Suns back.”
It all went very quiet around the table. Jack was staring back and forth between Ashley and Massani with an incredulous look on her face. Kai Leng tried to keep a straight face, but his very quiet snort betrayed both surprise and amusement at her offer. It seemed to be infectious, because Jack’s lips twisted into a smirk.

“Wow, this just got interesting,” she remarked.
Massani held Ashley’s gaze. It was like they were dueling silently, the mercenary trying to decide if Ashley was bluffing and she was holding her ground. The silence stretched on.

“Well? Are you in or are you just wasting my fucking time?” Ashley hissed.
Massani’s gaze wavered for a second, and he narrowed his eyes at her. She won.

“You are risking an awful lot by talking to me, Alliance. And getting that intel— What are you not telling me? Why go to all that trouble, just to bring down one fucking pirate? Who the fuck is this guy? Who the fuck is this rich chick?”
Ashley didn’t move, just shot a glance at Jack, then turned her attention back to the mercenary.

“What are you willing to do to get back at Santiago?” She nodded towards the biotic. “But more importantly, what would you be willing to do to save her?” she asked back.

“I’m so fucking in!” Jack blurted with a chuckle. This was promising to be even more fun than she imagined.
The rest of the meeting went smooth and fast. The tension evaporated in seconds and soon Kai Leng was ironing out details with the mercenary, talking shop like they were old comrades. Ashley didn’t trust her voice, so she mostly nodded, speaking only when absolutely necessary, in very short sentences, clasping her drink all the while. She held it together but just barely, all the pent-up tension threatening to spill out any second. Her legs were trembling.
Jack chimed in now and then, boasting about being the “best fucking biotic” they could find and assuring Kai Leng that an L2 was no problem. They were inclined to believe her. The biotic clung to Zaeed’s elbow, pressing her shoulder against the old man almost proudly, but her eyes always returned to Kai Leng with a curious glint.
After they sorted everything out, they stood, not shaking hands, just nodding, and parted ways. Ashley and Kai Leng started to walk back towards the elevators. She was looking straight ahead and marching down a street, Kai Leng trying to keep up.

“Are they gone?” she croaked after a reasonable distance.

“Yes, gone. Why?”

Ashley strolled to a bench at the edge of a plaza and collapsed onto it, leaning forward, elbows on her knees, like she was about to throw up. She was gasping for air.

“That was some pretty crazy stunt you pulled back there” Kai Leng chuckled.

“Well. It worked” Ashley croaked. Her head was spinning. She needed to rest her forehead in her hands. She still couldn’t believe she pulled it off. “Wow.”

“Yeah. It was close” Kai Leng looked back towards the café, then down at Ashley. “Are you okay?”

“I’m gonna be. Just give me a couple of minutes” she mumbled.

Kai Leng was shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“Listen, are you gonna be alright?”

“Yea, sure. Why?”

“Can I leave you here for a minute? I gotta go check on something.”

Ashley sighed. “Sure, whatever. I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh. Just wait here— Or I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” He sounded impatient.
Ashley nodded and moaned in confirmation. Kai Leng tapped her shoulder, muttered a thanks and took off.

As soon as he was out of earshot, she let out a long, loud shout, releasing all the pent-up tension of the last few weeks. It felt good. She could even feel her strength returning. Looking up at the people passing by, who gave her strange stares, she could feel herself grinning.

“I’m coming to get you,” she whispered.
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Kai Leng picked up the trail easily, especially since there were clues all along the way. He grinned to himself. Not that he needed them, but the small anomalies led a nice trail and he soon noticed the distinctive, lean, tattooed figure, almost floating through the crowd. Jack strolled proudly next to the veteran merc, arm hooked into Massani’s elbow. She probably enjoyed the stares they got. Her ass swayed almost hypnotically and since her waist was bare, it was easy to imagine how those muscles continued to roll under the baggy pants.
He stayed way back and followed them from a safe distance until he found out where they lived. He took a quick survey of the neighborhood and turned back where he came from and hurried to catch up with Williams. This was turning out to be a great day after all.
Kai Leng went back to the Zakera after a couple of hours, after the night cycle began and the streets started to get empty. He cased out the neighborhood for a while before walking into the apartment complex and only knocked when he was sure she was alone.
Jack opened the door and grinned almost immediately. She wore the same leather strap for a top and small, black panties. She was tattooed everywhere. It was hard to tell that she was not completely naked. She held a bottle of beer in one hand.

“About fucking time,” she smirked, looking him over and turned away to go into the kitchen. The black panties did little to cover her firm little ass.
Kai Leng grinned and walked in, the door closing behind him. He walked after the biotic into the kitchen, taking a quick look around the tiny, shabby apartment.

“Beer?”

“Sure.”

Jack strolled to the fridge and dug out a bottle, showing off her curves in the process. When Kai Leng reached for the bottle, Jack pulled it away from him, grinning.

“Nu-huh! Get rid of that fucking shirt first.”
He grinned, and complied with a shrug, pulling it off over his head. He was as ripped and lean as she expected, smooth, tight bunches of muscle. She gave the bottle to Kai Leng and drank from hers in the meantime, looking at him. It was quite an indecent way to drink from a bottle.

“So, where’s Massani?”

Jack shrugged, licking her lips. “Don’t worry about him.”

That was good enough for him. They sized each other up quietly, watching, two predators circling each other, ready to pounce. Words would have been in the way of scouting. They drank their beer, eyes meeting for a few seconds, a smirk here, licking a lip there, gazes traveling up curves and, in the case of Jack, intricate patterns of ink over lean curves.
After a few minutes, when most of the beer was gone, Kai Leng pushed himself away from the wall, put the bottle on the table and reached out towards the biotic’s midriff to touch a tattoo.

“So, what’s the story behind this one?” he asked, looking up into the woman’s hungry eyes.

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” she snarled and the game was on.
Jack jumped, Kai Leng catched, grabbing thighs just below the ass as they wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms folding around the nape of his neck. Kissing involved a lot of snarls and biting, heavy panting as they seeked dominance. Kai Leng spun her around and slammed her against the wall, making her gasp eagerly. Their hands were all over, sliding on smooth, firm skin. The leather straps flew off. Something cracked on the wall and fell to the floor.
Kai Leng groped her ass, Jack squeezed his waist with her thighs, lap grinding against lap. She arched her back, pushing herself suddenly away from the wall. Kai Leng staggered backwards. He took the momentum and twisted his hip, both of them falling on the kitchen table with the predictable result of bottles crashing to the floor. Jack leaned back, splaying over the table, his hand slid up to cup her breast smoothly, looking down to marvel at the map of tattoos on her snaking torso, thumb and index finger pinching a hardening nipple and rolling it.
Jack snarled impatiently, her biotics flared again and he felt the ground shift under him, making him lose his balance. He smirked as he crashed against her chest and rolled off to her side, going for her other nipple with his mouth. Jack moaned as she felt her other nipple caressed, too. She twisted her hip and rolled on top of him, pressing her chest down into his hand and mouth. Several other objects rattled and fell to the ground. She bit into his neck, sucking and licking into his ear, while moaning in pleasure.
She grabbed his throat to push herself up, straddling his waist, and she slid her hands over his rippling abdomen to unbuckle his pants. He looked back at her with a smirk, giving her a shove with his hips to push her back. She slipped off the table with a giggle and yanked his pants down along with his underpants to reveal his hardening cock.
She went down on him almost instantly, her arms resting on his thigh. He hissed as she grabbed the base of his cock firmly and wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking on it hungrily, moaning into his flesh. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as the tattooed biotic took him in her mouth, sliding her lips up and down his steadily hardening cock. Soon she looked up at him and held his gaze as she caressed him with her mouth and tongue, her eyes twinkling playfully.
She pulled her dark red lips off of him and let out a loud, wet sigh, flashing him a teasing grin. Working her left hand up and down his hardness, her right clawed his abs needily, her warm tongue twirling around his tip.
He let it go on for a minute more before he snarled, had enough of the teasing and slipped himself off the table, forcing Jack on her knees if she wanted to keep going on. She leaned back, gave a few more licks to his length, and then he felt her hands groping his ass. She started licking her way up, across his crotch, panting loud, her hot breath tickling his damp skin.
When she reached his navel, he grabbed her wrists and peeled her off of him, pulling her up. She snaked up with eyes closed, rubbing herself over his wet cock as she stood, then pulling away until only their hips met.
He took a quick grab under her ass and pulled her up even as he moved forward and by the time he pressed her against the wall, her hip was in level with his chest. She caught on quickly and snickering delightedly she started to put her legs over his shoulder, slipping up along the wall. He grabbed her ass firmly and dove for her smooth, hairless sex and pressed his mouth hard over her petals.
Jack giggled and snarled, throwing her head back, her lap against his face, her thighs gripping down hard around his head, both hands grabbing his hair. She moaned louder and louder as he worked his tongue between her damp folds, lapping up her taste, and working her flesh apart to get to the sweetest parts. Jack kept rubbing her sex against Kai Leng’s lips, riding hard. A small shelf gave up when Jacked slammed back against the wall and joined the debris on the kitchen floor.
Kai Leng was drinking in her taste greedily, her folds now swollen and drenching as he lapped up and down across her entrance, or licked circles around her clit. The next time Jack pushed her hip forward, his hands, kneading her ass until then, started to slide up, feeling up the firm little curves of her backside and he started lowering her down. His mouth nibbled at her torso all the way up, leaving a generous wet trail.
He lowered her, sliding her along his torso, her lap radiating heat. Their eyes met and locked as she reached his waist. She lowered her legs, he reached for his throbbing hardness and aligned it towards her center. Jack bit her lower lip, not breaking eye contact as his cock parted her folds and pressed against her. He pulled her down firmly and pushed his hip forward, feeling his cock sink into her warm flesh. She hissed, still biting her lip but grinning now, and she started gyrating her hips, taking him deeper.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Kai Leng growled, grabbing the back of her neck with one hand and started to rock his hip even as she moved on her own rhythm, holding onto his shoulders.

“God, YES!” Jack moaned and the competition was on. He pumped into her in his own rhythm and she moved with it to delay him and rolled her hips in small circles to take control, to work his cock all over inside her, stretching her soaked walls.
He pushed, she pushed back, squeezed the breath out of him, he pounded her into the wall, then the counter, then the kitchen table again. Objects started floating and moving in accelerating orbit around them as Jack rode higher on the wave of pleasure, both of them gasping and groaning louder. The whole table slid back and forth on the floor. Gravity was behaving erratically in the rapidly deteriorating kitchen.
He rammed in deep, somehow on top again, hitting her deepest spots, her legs spread wide and above them to give him better access, her hands pressing against his chest and pushing back to meet his rhythm.
Finally she tensed up, throwing her head back, half-hanging off the table and screamed while she came, gripping Kai Leng tight with everything she got. He pumped her fast through her release and then suddenly yanked his cock out, and shot his load all along her heaving, sweaty torso in hot squirts, groaning long and deep.
They both let out long, satisfied moans, relaxing on the kitchen table while they caught their breath. Gravity resumed its normal operation and every item came to rest around them on all flat surfaces.

“Well, this was a proper workout,” huffed Kai Leng, rolling on his back next to Jack.

“Yeah, not bad for an Alliance boyscout,” Jack chuckled, reaching out with a hand to pat his wet, softening cock, her other hand tracing her skin around the wet blots of warm, sticky cum on her stomach.
She sat up slowly, leaned forward to lick their taste from his cock and gently pinched his skin between her teeth, giving him a tiny shake while growling and looking at him.
“I gotta take a shower.” She slipped off the kitchen table and gracefully avoiding the debris on the floor, started walking out. She turned back from the doorway and grinned at Kai Leng. “Close the door when you get the fuck out of here.”
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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus