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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"This is a joke, right?"

The young ensign manning the forward battery was still a little taken aback by the sudden arrival of a scar-faced turian into the room. Garrus had charged in only seconds before, placed a hand on the human's shoulder and gently shoved him away from his console. Now, the turian's jaw was agape as he stared down at the display panel.

"I'm not sure I understand," the ensign said.

"I assume that Commander Taylor does actually check up down here on a regular basis," Garrus said, speaking to the confused ensign like an underperforming student. "Don't you have any pride in your work, man? You would let him see his ship's weapons in this state of... of... undercalibration?"

"Sir, I..." the ensign stammered, forgetting for a moment that this stranger had absolutely no authority over him, "The weapons are aligned and performing within Alliance standards."

Garrus shook his head. "Well, the Alliance needs to tighten up its standards, it seems." He pointed a taloned finger at the ensign. "But it's your lucky day, ensign. I, Garrus Vakarian, the Master of Calibrating, am going to show you how to keep these guns functioning better than they ever have before. But first things first: you have an actuating flux inhibitor on you, I assume?"

"An act... uh, I don't..." the ensign said, scratching his scalp.

"Well, no wonder these guns are in such terrible shape!" Garrus harshly exclaimed, then lowered his voice. "No offense to your skills, I assure you. But without the proper tools, how could you ever expect to calibrate properly? Take this down, this is important: I need you to find an actuating flux inhibitor... no, two inhibitors, both B-type and H-type. A rotational discharge gauge, and make sure it's a salarian model." He chuckled and gave the ensign a light slap on the shoulder. "They're the only ones who can properly make them, am I right?"

"Yeah, sure," the ensign said, smiling nervously and nodding.

"Why aren't you writing this down?" Garrus said, and the ensign quickly brought up his omni-tool. "Actuating flux inhibitors, B and H. Rotational discharge gauge, asari model."

The ensign held up a hand. "But you said salarian model, sir."

Garrus hesitated for a moment, then winked at the ensign. "Just making sure you were listening, ensign. So, get all that, and most importantly, I need about 50 or so muffler bearings. Might have trouble scrounging up that many, I know, but ask around. I'm sure somebody down in engineering can help you out on that. You get all that, ensign?"

The ensign nodded eagerly. "Yeah, yeah, got it. Attenuating flux capacitor, rotating charting measure, and muffled bearings."

"Exactly," Garrus said. "And while you're out looking for those things, I'm going to be working in here with the tools you already have on hand. Very delicate stuff, though, could potentially bring down the ship's entire power grid if I make even the slightest error. So, I'm going to lock the door after you leave. Please, don't disturb me until you've found everything on the list. You think you're up to the task?"

"Absolutely, sir, I'll get right on it," the ensign said. He whirled around to leave and almost ran into Tali walking in. "Ma'am, I'm afraid we're doing some delicate work in here, and he's not to be disturbed under..."

"It's alright, ensign," Garrus said. "Maybe you're not familiar with Miss vas Normandy, but she is a genius when it comes to handling weapons. She'll be... assisting me in here while you scrounge up those tools."

The ensign nodded eagerly, brushing past Tali and rushing out the door. Just as he flagged down one of the crew and showed him the list on his omnitool, Tali shut the door and secured it.

"'Muffler bearings,'" she said to Garrus, amused. "That's a new one."
Garrus shrugged. "James taught me that one. Old Earth trick. If the ensign hadn't left so quickly, I might have told him that we had a snipe infestation, and he needed to go fetch a thick sack to catch them in."

"You're so mean," Tali said, as she moved to stand inches away from him, "And I'm okay with that."

The two of them embraced, Tali letting out a contented sigh as the strong turian arms enfolded her. "How long has it been, Garrus?"

Garrus grunted in consideration, Tali feeling the rumble in his chest. "When was that geth memorial event? Almost eight months now, I think."

"Feels like it's been years," Tali mused, her fingers delicately stroking Garrus's back. "A shame our time together had to end up turning into a rescue mission."

He could hear something in her voice. "Tali, listen to me," he said, pushing her slightly back to look her in the eye. "We're going to save them. I know we are."

"I hope you're right, Garrus," Tali said, her eyes scanning around the room. "This ship is... well, it's no Normandy. Even if we find where the clone and her partner have taken it... what do we do then?"

"Jacob's a smart guy," Garrus assured her. "He'll figure something out. And besides... how many years did we spend alongside Shepard, watching her pull off stunts that any sane person would have said were impossible? Figure with so many of her former comrades back in one ship, at least some of that miracle working must have rubbed off a little on us, don't you think?"

"Mmm," Tali said, her voice taking a saucy tone as she trailed a hand down Garrus's chest. "Let's stay on the topic of 'rubbing,' shall we?"

Garrus shuffled nervously. "You sure about this? I mean, you know I want to, and I know damn well I want to, but with everything that's happening..."

"Garrus, just shut up already," Tali smiled through her see-through breather mask. "As long as that door is locked, our enemies and what's to come are all outside of it. But right now, in here, is just me... you..." she drifted her hand down between his legs and rubbed, "...and this."

"Well, when you put it that way," Garrus said, his mandibles flaring as he reached down to the fastener on Tali's blouse.

"Wait!" Tali exclaimed, grabbing him by the wrists. "This is new, you might tear it," she said, reaching up to undo the fastener herself. "And it's so pretty. I just love the coloring on it. What do you think?"

"Uh..." Garrus said, looking down at the multi-colored blouse and trying his best to hide his true feelings on the hideous thing. "Well, you know us turians: our only fashion concern is whether or not it'll hold up to small-arms fire or not, so I'm not the best judge." Seeing Tali still watching him in anticipation, he finally said, "But it... looks good on you."

"Doesn't it?" Tali said, as she stripped off the blouse and hung it on a railing. "You don't know how wonderful it is to not be cooped up in that suit for the rest of my life anymore. I bet you were surprised when you saw me at Shepard's apartment."

Garrus began removing his armor as he nodded. "Surprised... definitely. And honestly... maybe just a little disappointed."

"Disappointed?" Tali said, as she shed her bra and started unzipping her pants. "What do you mean?"

"Well, maybe I felt like I was no longer part of an exclusive club anymore," Garrus said. "One of the proud few who had gotten the chance to see how amazing you look underneath all those protective layers."

This made Tali laugh. "Well, Mr. Vakarian, you and I both know that that particular club isn't all that exclusive," she said, eyes roaming Garrus as he cast aside his torso armor and got to work on removing his leg protection. "Should I start, or do you want to go first?"

"I'll start," Garrus said, the last of his armor removed and his turian cock starting to emerge from its protective plating. "Let's see... since the geth memorial, there was a lovely turian diplomat named Darenn. She and I met to discuss sending aid to a few colonies on the outskirts of the Aethon Cluster. Needless to say, negotiations went quite well."
Now naked as well, Tali knelt down at Garrus's feet, her three-fingered hand stroking and coaxing Garrus's cock out of its sheath. "What is it with you and diplomats, Mr. Vakarian?" she teased him with her words and her fingers. "A race full of soldiers, you would think you'd have one or two in your list of conquests."

"Maybe I do," Garrus said, staring down at Tali's stroking hand with passion in his eyes. "But it's your turn."

"Oh, well, where do I even begin?" Tali said, reaching down to stroke herself with her free hand as she racked her brain. "I mean, since so many of my people have gotten out of their suits recently... well, let's just say that the quarian population has no dangers of going extinct anytime soon."

"I need a name, Tali," Garrus said. "You know the rules, now."

It had been soon after the relays had been repaired, and the Normandy had returned home, that the two of them had begun discussing the relationship that had formed between them during the war, and what sort of future it had. It soon became apparent to them that, with both of their respective races looking towards them to help guide their people out of the ruins the Reapers had left, that they would be forced to spend much of the next few years, if not the rest of their lives, separated from each other.

And so, they had both mutually decided that a serious relationship was not in the cards. But, they both agreed, neither of them were willing to give up the other "benefits" of their time together. So, whenever they could find time away from their home planets to spend with each other, they would play their game. While they had sex, each of them would tell the other about the people they had slept with during their (often long) periods of separation. It had ended up being a bit of a turn-on for both of them, and perhaps also a gentle reminder to each other that what they had together was a temporary thing. They both knew that one day, one of the casual flings that one of them talked about would end up becoming something more, and that would be the day when their "friends with benefits" relationship would end.

But for now, they enjoyed the time they had together. As Tali began racking her brain for a sexual encounter to describe, Garrus picked her up from the floor and held her almost effortlessly aloft with one arm, while using the other to safely deactivate a control panel to rest her down on. No sooner were her ample hips deposited on the terminal than Garrus was down on his knees, his long tongue greedily lapping against Tali's folds.

"Well, there... uh... was Nal'Joreth," Tali said between gasps, as Garrus's talented tongue sent shivers through her body. "He used to... oooh.... used to be on the crew of one of the liveships, and now he's working on terraforming Rannoch so we can begin growing crops there again. He invited me over to share... Keelah... share some of his first yield, and then we shared some other things as well."

Garrus pulled away from Tali's damp slit. "Should I take my turn now, or wait until..."

"Get your boshet tongue back down there," Tali said, gripping him by the fringe and guiding him back down. "It's doing just fine where it is." Throwing her head back, Tali moaned as Garrus's quick tongue brought her just to the brink of orgasm, then slowed down enough to keep her from going over the edge. She thought about how many lucky women had gotten a chance to sample this amazing turian tongue, and her hands reached up to stroke her breasts, her mind reeling with the heat of their passion.

After several minutes of being kept maddening close to her final release, Tali felt Garrus's tongue leave her wet crotch. Opening her eyes, she saw him standing up and positioning his throbbing blue cock at her dripping entrance. "You were asking about soldiers," Garrus said, putting the head of his prick against her slit and teasing at it. "There was one a few months ago. Do you want to hear about her?"

If it means you'll put that thing inside me and fuck me until I can't walk, then tell me all about her, she thought. But all she could muster in her heated state was a frantic nod and a desperate plea in her eyes.
"Her name was... Diella L'Pona," Garrus said, as he thrust inside of her.

"An... asari?" Tali breathed, barely able to form the words as Garrus's thick blue prick filled her insides, rubbing against her most sensitive spots in the most wonderful ways.

"One of the few survivors from the destruction of Thessia," Garrus said, as he pulled back and thrust into Tali. "She and a few others held out for days, keeping as many people alive as they could before the Crucible fired and wiped the Reaper forces out. She was looking forward to meeting another hero of the war, and I did my best to make it worth the wait."

In her mind, Tali could see that asari commando in Garrus's bed. The tough, scarred warrior, no doubt reduced to a sweating, quivering sex toy by Garrus's powerful thrusts, just like Tali was right now. Garrus Vakarian, legendary turian hero, taking his prize like a true alpha male.

Moving her hips in time to Garrus's thrusts, Tali moaned and tugged at her nipples. Take me, Garrus, Tali thought, her pale skin slick with sweat, her hips slipping and sliding around the surface of the console as Garrus grabbed her by the waist and assaulted her cunt with hard thrust after hard thrust. Take me like you took that asari, that turian diplomat. Make me cum like you made them all cum.

"Your... turn..." Garrus said in between thrusts.

How can you expect me to think when you're fucking me like this? Tali thought to herself. Finally, though, she was able to summon the words. "Well... there was... one more. A... former ship... captain. The day the... fuck... the day their immune treatment was finished and... unh... and their suit came off, I was there to help them... adjust to their new life. In... in more ways than one..."

"I'm... not hearing a name, Tali," Garrus said, slowing his thrusts to tease her. "This brave captain of yours, what was his name?"

Tali gave Garrus a crooked smile under her breather mask. "Her name was Dia'Lel."

It got the desired reaction. Garrus gasped in surprise, the rhythm of his thrusts thrown off in his shock. His cock slipped out of Tali and bobbed lewdly in the air for a split-second, before begin to jerk and spray cum across Tali's sweaty skin.

Reacting quickly, Tali bent her legs upward and pressed Garrus's spewing cock between her toes. She smiled as Garrus's cum jetted out all over her body, working her feet along his cock's blue surface until every last drop had been fired onto her.

Gasping for air, Garrus looked down at Tali, cum dripping from her tits and rolling down her slim torso. Running her fingers through Garrus's cum, Tali looked at him with pouting lips. "I wasn't done yet," she said, watching as his cock shrunk and receded back behind its plates.

"Sorry... but... that wasn't fair," Garrus said, barely able to speak after his forceful climax. "You can't just spring something like that on me and expect me to hold it together."

Tossing her hair, Tali laughed. "That's okay, Garrus. Since your new calibration pupil is still out searching for muffler bearings, you've got time to make it up to me," she said, gesturing downward with a finger toward her dripping snatch. "On your knees, Vakarian. See if you can do better than Captain Dia'Lel did."

Garrus may have had his faults, but if there was one thing he excelled at, it was following orders.
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