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Puppet, part one
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to Bioware and Electronic Arts, not me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.
Warnings: adult language and situations, dub-con and non-con, mentions mpreg, sexual situations, gender-bending, and the Illusive Man being creepy.
Characters/ pairings: Colonist War Hero Paragade ManShep/Illusive Man, Miranda Lawson, Wilson, others mentioned
Summary: The Illusive Man's investment in Shepard was immense. So when he heard something had caused 'complications,' he decided to make a personal visit to Lazarus Station. Side story to Breeder.
Dedication: I hate you hellsinki. I really do.
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"I understand your concern," Miranda said, "But your personal oversight is not necessary."
The Illusive Man, Jack Harper, took out a cigarette to hold between his fingers, but not lighting it just yet. He was standing in the landing bay of Lazarus Station, pondering the report in his other hand. The report that had been sent to him less than a day before, and one that had him very, very unnerved.
He noted that Miranda seemed perfectly calm; she was too well trained to do anything as obvious as shift her weight or bite one of her perfect, lush lips. No, her nerves were betrayed in smaller, subtler ways. The stiffness in her shoulders and back, and tenseness of her jaw. He could imagine her teeth grinding together. Miranda never did like having someone looking over her shoulder.
"I think it is. I think it is very much my concern. Explain to me how half of Shepard's medical history escaped our net? We already knew that he was intersexed. Why didn't we look further than that?" The Illusive Man asked, taking in the admittedly bizarre report.
"The records simply weren't there. There were notes and redactions, but..." She exhaled, face twisting in a way that would have been a grimace on anyone else. "We found them, with the other files on the Breeder program. It was... very well hidden. Disguised. Given the possible embarrassment to the Alliance, I can see why. It was my fault, and I take all responsibility for our being caught off guard like this."
This was only half true, and they both knew it. Their intelligence division had been in charge of finding out Shepard's medical records.
This kind of incompetence could not stand. The Illusive Man would be sending out a few... memos... via Kai Leng the next day.
"Is there any way to reverse the process?" he asked, handing back the report and taking his lighter out of his pocket. He flicked his fingers against the old-fashioned striker, the cigarette lighting as he took a very long drag. "Will it interfere with his resurrection?"
A mere three months into Project Lazarus, and they had managed to restart metabolic processes in Shepard's body. According to the reports, Shepard's heart beat, his lungs breathed, and his brain chemistry was starting to normalize, even if all of it was currently maintained by implants. That was when they had noticed it.
Then at six, Shepard's body had seemed, out of nowhere, to grow a womb, vagina and labia. His pelvic bone was already wider than was typical for a human male, but now it loosened and morphed to give it more width. Miranda had contacted him the day after she had discovered it.
"No, the resurrection process has been successful; he's comatose, but his body is well on the way to recovery. We are still working on his brain and nervous system, and altering any of his neurochemistry right now- hormonal or otherwise- would set back his mental recovery by months, possibly years." Miranda, this time, did grimace.
The Illusive Man lifted an eyebrow at her. She quickly regained her poise.
"But it is not reversible," she said, going on grimly. "Not without permanently altering his body. Your original orders said to bring Shepard back the way he was before. The same man, the same morals. It would be as if he was waking up without an arm if we took away his sexuality."
"Do we know the cause?"
They were walking towards the life support lab, empty of the support staff and lesser scientists that aided Miranda and Wilson. They had been banished from this area for the duration; given some time off was the reason they were told. The lab itself had been sealed for the past day. None were to know that the Illusive Man was there.
"Could be any number of things." Miranda paused at the door. "You may want to wear an air filter," she said, as Wilson arrived. He looked uncomfortable as he offered his boss a mask. "The pheromones he's putting out are powerful. Theoretically, this should change after the first few cycles, but I've found Jacob over here sniffing around. He had no idea why he was even here. Wilson was-"
"Miranda!" he snapped, panicked.
"You had your hand on his dick, Wilson." She was matter of fact as she opened the door, gesturing for the other men to precede her. "And he's unconscious."
Derek Shepard was laying on a metal surgical table, and he looked significantly better than meat and tubes. His skin grafts had finished growing over his body, around the small sensor nodes following the lines of major nerves up and down his spine and limbs. Said skin was pale, unexposed to any UV light and still generating melanin, but was also flushed from sweat and arousal. Yet if someone were to see him laying there, they would be unlikely to recognize the most famous human in the galaxy. Not only were his scars gone, but his brawler's build was reduced to an emaciated wraith. The Lazarus team hadn't begun retraining his body and muscles back to their former robust and athletic state.
"He had a hormone regulator that prevented his body from shifting. It expired within days of his mission to Virmire." The Illusive Man nodded as she spoke. While he personally thought Shepard's attachment to his crew was a weakness, it was no secret that Shepard had been close to Chief Williams. Some rumors had said it was even bordering on the romantic. "Almost immediately afterwards they were recalled to the Citadel and had to steal the Normandy."
"And saving the galaxy took priority. But you said there were multiple reasons, implying that the loss of the implant alone was not it," Illusive Man said. His cigarette was starting to burn low, and he took his mask off to take a drag.
"This is conjecture," Miranda admitted. Then she did a double take. "Sir!"
"I'm hardly going to lose control because he smells good." The Illusive Man lifted an eyebrow. "I, unlike Wilson or Jacob, regularly get to release my frustrations."
Miranda waved the smoke away, and frowned. Deeply. If it were anyone else, she would have had him removed from the project, he knew. "At any rate, when I last spoke with Doctor T'soni I asked her about any romantic entanglements that weren't one night stands. She was flustered, but admitted that there was someone on board the Normandy. Staff Commander Alenko."
The Illusive Man's expression stayed static, but he took another drag. "What are you suggesting?"
"When I inquired about the nature of their relationship, T'soni wasn't just embarrassed, she was frustrated. But when she did answer, she said they were very close and that he held a special place in Shepard's mind. She was able to sense this when they melded. Up until this point, most of Shepard's sexual history has been of the friends-with-benefits kind, or one-time flings. If he found a partner, a male, who inspired more than just lust..."
"You're suggesting this was deliberate on Shepard's part?" This time it was Wilson who interrupted, spitting in disgust. He crossed his arms and scowled behind his mask. "Why would he-"
"It would be consistent with his psych profile." Miranda's control wavered for her fingers to tap, briefly, before her face. "He was the eldest child of his family, and all reports indicate he was given responsibility for rearing his youngest brother. Add in that Kaidan Alenko is an excellent genetic match, whose own profile indicates a tendency towards care-giving..."
Miranda's musical accent played over his ears, but the Illusive Man wasn't paying much attention once the idea of Shepard willing to get pregnant crossed his mind. Somehow, he hadn't expected the idea to be so... desirable. Curiosity tickled his subconscious as he imagined himself lifting Shepard's sheet and touching his fresh, new skin. Seeing his nipples lift and tighten under Jack's fingers. His penis took interest, stiffening almost of its own accord as a weird image, of himself, spreading Shepard's legs and caressing his lower lips, seeing them wet with craving. For him.
"Sir?"
The Illusive Man blinked, coming back to himself from where he had been staring, and realized he had been licking his lips.
"Yes, Miranda?"
"Perhaps you should... get some air," she suggested, her brows knit together.
"No, I'm fine. It's a physical reaction, nothing more. You're saying that you don't know if he wanted this or not, and that you can't take the chance he didn't want this to occur." He saw her face clear when she realized he had been listening. "I will defer to your judgment on the matter. If you think this will not interfere beyond having to order tampons, it's your decision."
"But I would also like to see your work," he said, taking one last puff off his cigarette.
Miranda nodded, and he listened to her with one ear as she started telling him their plans for his physical therapy.
And that was when Shepard sat up, the sheet covering his modesty pooling at his waist.
The Illusive Man blinked at Shepard, then at Miranda, who nodded. "We're keeping his waking consciousness suppressed; otherwise he would be in so much pain we would have to keep him completely drugged. This way we can use a VI to drive his body while we start his physical therapy. His body is effectively a marionette."
The Illusive Man's mouth watered, and he fought to keep from swallowing.
"Is he? Can he follow orders?"
"For now, yes. He won't be able to problem solve, but simple commands are quite possible. Shepard, stand up."
There was a faint glow coming off the nodes along his nerves as Shepard stood, his sheet dropping from his lap and onto the deck. There was nothing on his face besides bland, blank calm, gaze fixed into some middle distance.
He was also half-hard.
Miranda sighed. "Shepard, pick up your sheet."
He did so, but didn't do more than hold it.
"As you can see, you have to tell him what to do exactly, but it means we don't have to manhandle a comatose body," she said, as the Illusive Man nodded. He didn't keep them that long afterwards. It was late.
Miranda and Wilson deserved a rest, after all.
~*~*~*~*~
It wouldn't leave him alone.
The Illusive Man had chosen not to leave that night. He had chosen, instead, to wait the night. He had perfect access to everyone's schedule. He knew that Miranda would be getting usual five hours of sleep, and Wilson would have been sleeping even before that. None were allowed into the science wing while Shepard was there and Miranda was not.
No one, except for him. None in Cerberus could keep him out of his own station.
He was pacing back and forth in his quarters, tonguing the end of his cigarette as he walked. His eyes flickered back and forth. There were a dozen, hundreds of things he could be doing at that moment. Reviewing any number of cells that needed his personal oversight. He could be reviewing the future physical therapy Shepard was going to begin. He could drink himself under the table, take a cold shower, get any number of pharmaceuticals to help him sleep until the effect of the pheromones wore off. He could, if he wanted to, maintain control of his body. He was sure of it.
He licked his lips again. The question was why.
Shepard owed his existence to the Illusive Man. That he was breathing again was a testament to how much he owed the Illusive Man. He had been a thorn in the Illusive Man's side since his initiation as a Spectre, and that he was shaking the Illusive Man's personal control was unforgiveable. The man was going to be an incredible risk, and Jack wanted a return on his investment.
Besides, it wasn't like Shepard would remember it.
Tossing his cigarette on the deck, he walked out of his quarters and down to the science wing. Shepard owed him. A life for a...
To be continued. With smut.
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