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Masquerade	By : Larania Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Maquarade
- 1
Odds and Ends 4:
Masquerade

Warnings: Dub-con, heat-cycles, slash, gender-bending, dishonesty about identity, adult language and situations. If I have left something out, please tell me and I will update this list accordingly. Plus, I have to hang a lampshade on some of the more silly parts of Stolen Memory.
Characters/Pairings: Paragade Shepard/Donovan Hock.
Summary: Extra smut that did not make it into Breeder and has a dubious relationship with the rest of the story. I'm indulging my voice kink and my toy kink in this one. Derek Shepard finds that infiltrating Hock's party isn't quite as easy as Kasumi made it out to be.
Timeline: Takes place early in Breeder, but plays no important part. This is just for the smut.
~*~*~*~
There were a half a dozen different things competing for Derek's attention at the moment as he flew through the skies of Bekenstein in a skycar. The one that had his foremost attention was his cramps. The second was the warmth of the sun through the windows. Third was the feeling of his new suit against his overheated skin. Only one of them was relevant to his mission.
"So, am I the only one dressing up, or are you getting into something as well?" Derek asked, resisting the urge to stroke his own sleeve as Kasumi Goto, thief extraordinaire, briefed him on their mission.
"No. I'm going to be doing recon while you mingle. Hock knows I'm out there, and a couple or a single woman would be more suspicious than a single man. Plus, going in disguise is a no-no for me. I don't let anyone see my face." She adjusted her hood. "Ever. Even in costume. So I'll stay cloaked, look around, and find a way through Hock's defenses while you be charming and convince everyone you're not there to rob people."
Derek nodded, trying to focus on her words. "And the fact that I had one of the most famous faces in the galaxy..?"
The fabric of his suit felt delicious against his too-hot body; soft and flowing, cool and heavy as it draped over his frame. So very different from his usual uniform or armor. So damn... sensual.
He quickly crossed his legs.
"That's dead? You have any idea how many people were getting scars like you used to have? Or getting plastic surgery so they had your nose or eyes?" She nodded at Derek's hooked bill, and his pale green irises. "Trust me, people might notice a resemblance but nothing beyond that. Hell, Keiji-" she stopped and swallowed. "Well, he would have wanted your autograph. Then stolen your underwear."
"Er..." That was weird. Then he realized he was fingering the hem of his jacket like a lover. He clenched his fists. Thankfully they were almost to the Hock Estate, and getting out of the sky car gave him an excuse to cut the conversation short. His eloquence was in short supply at the moment.
Honestly, Derek wasn't sure he should be there. He had felt himself ovulate (a weird, sharp pop inside his belly) and now everything- the texture of his suit, the way he clenched the muscles of his groin, the feel of a breeze on his skin- was arousing. Yet Hock's party was happening now, and having something other than his own personal drama to focus on was all that kept him from going back to Zaeed, or trying to seduce Jacob or, hell, even Joker-
The statue of Saren leered down at them as the Eclipse merc called them out on how they were getting no readings from inside. The warmth of the air around them moving in a breeze towards the cool inside the building was a distraction as it caressed his sweaty face.
"Is there a problem here?"
Derek blinked as a medium sized man, wearing a pristine white suit and a neat mustache and beard approached. His accent, Afrikaans, purred warmly in the warm afternoon haze.
The merc and Hock spoke, and Derek had to suppress a shiver. Kasumi had already vanished out of the car and into the ether.
"I don't believe we've met," Hock said, putting his hands behind his back. Derek found he was staring the other man's lips for a moment too long before putting out a hand, remembering his cover. Merc band leader, got lucky to be invited to be fancy party where he could make a good impression and get his pussy, ass and mouth stuffed with- no, no, no- that was the hormones talking. Stay focused. He was there to- to-
Make connections. Get contracts. Find more work for his band. Then rob this asshole's vault.
Derek cleared his throat and put out a hand. "Solomon Gunn." He saw Hock's nostrils flair as the wind shifted behind Derek, his dark and narrow eyes turning black as his pupils swallowed the irises. Derek felt more sweat start under his arms, back and chest, his boxer briefs getting tacky with slick. "A pleasure." Fuck.
There was a strange, grudging expression on Hock's face as he clasped Shepard's hand, almost despite himself. Derek had to fight a wince at his damp palms. Hock's hands were broad and solid, dry with light pads of callus, just a bit rough, nails neat, short and clean. They enveloped his as Hock's thumb stroked the inside of his wrist.
That odd expression on Hock's face continued as he released Derek's long hand, absently bringing his palm to his face to flick his tongue across the skin.
There was silence for a moment as the Eclipse guard gaped, and Derek had to admit he lifted an eyebrow. "Sir," the guard said. "The scanners aren't picking anything up."
Hock grunted, before he gave his palm one more lick. "I doubt our guests came all the way from Illium, just to cause trouble. Do you?" He turned, walking up to Shepard... and putting his hand on the small of his back. Just above his ass. Derek wasn't sure how he felt when Hock's heavy palm slide down to give a very inappropriate squeeze.
Oddly, the guard didn't react to this at all.
"You may pass, Mister Gunn, with my apologies. This is a party meant to mix business and pleasure, and I hope you enjoy both." The squeeze went lower, and Derek felt the breath catch in his chest as his mind stuttered to a halt. One more grope later and Hock was gone, and Derek found himself dazed and fuzzy.
"Shepard? Shepard, what just happened? I didn't think Hock would just molest you like that. Are you okay?"
"I-" what the hell was he supposed to say? When he had looked at the mission brief, it had mentioned that Hock was a weapons dealer, had ties to the slave and drug trades, and was more than willing to kill in cold blood. The man was a waste of good oxygen.
But fuck that voice, those hands-
"I think I'm not feeling very well. But... he's no worse than some others." He tried not to think of Zaeed and how that bastard had been right. If he went back to the Normandy now he was afraid he would call everyone on board to the crew deck and declare himself the chef's special. "What kind of party is this?"
"High society, but I took a look around. I hope you're not a prude, Shepard."
Walking inside the palatial estate had a cooling effect as he brought his heart and breathing into line. Self-recrimination tried to eat at him, but he wrestled it back into its box. They were here for a job. They could do that job.
He focused himself by studying the building. The entire estate was a study in marble, glass, gold and sheer opulence. Water fixtures and art didn't just decorate the walls; the designer had done a stunning job of placing everything to portray grandeur, bombastic importance, and belittle the viewer. A psychological study on ego in concrete.
There were only hints of the building's tight security, tucked out of the way so not to interrupt the sweeping view. People were funneled into their proper place in the ball room, with small nooks and crannies for the illusion of privacy and-
Derek stopped when he came face to face with the first heroically sized, anatomically perfect human nude on the corner. The paintings themselves were beautiful, but as he walked in the art progressed from a celebration of the body that crossed species, to suggestive, to erotic, bodies of asari and turians in clay and human orgies in oils decorating the walls.
Adding to that, the conversation itself was a disturbingly, clinically business-like as the crème de le crème of the underworld and high-powered corporate tycoons alike discussed their trades. Small drones held trays of canapés and flutes of champagne (and other items Shepard didn't recognize, presumably alien) as they floated on mass effect bubbles as they made the rounds of the clumps of guests.
It was easy to just drift from circle to circle until he found the entrance to Hock's vault. After that, Kasumi took less than a minute to figure out how to break inside, and they went to find a way to cut the power.
He couldn't directly follow his omni-tool's readings through the crowd. That would have attracted too much attention. Instead he had to take the long way, eying where the EM fields were coming from and stopping to chat as he went. Derek had to stop and wipe his face over and over again, as he was still sweating profusely. Sweat that, upon evaporation, carried potent pheromones. Cue several people bumping, brushing, or fondling him as he walked.
He hated it, was embarrassed by his lack of control. These people were scum, the worst people in the galaxy.Yet the constant petting stoked the warmth between his legs, leaving him hungry, yearning. His skin felt too tight, his body too empty.
He was glancing towards his omni-tool as he followed its readings, around the fish pool when he came into Hock's orbit. Hock, who suddenly inhaled and took Shepard by the wrist, pulling him flush to Hock's chest and mouth to mouth and-
Shepard submitted.
A small part of his mind railed at his body's betrayal as his lips opened, sucking down the tongue that probed, stroked and tasted his mouth. He could feel Hock's hardness pressing against his own as Hock let go of his wrist to put one of those broad hands on the small of his back.
Derek's own arms went to Hock's shoulders, his hair, nails gouging into the other man's scalp as Hock cupped the bulge in Derek's pants, rubbing. Then he moved lower, under, feeling the lack of balls and into-
The wanton moan that echoed through the ball room drew the attention of the assembled guests as Derek humped Hock's hand, mind focused on nothing but getting those rough fingers somehow through his pants and inside. He was kissing back as his knees went weak, Hock leaning him back and convincing him, dizzily, that Hock was going to fuck him right there. Not that Shepard cared- so long as he got what he needed right that moment-
A small shock to the back of his neck brought him to his senses, making him bite down on Hock's bottom lip as he stepped away. Blood pooled then dripped down as Hock cursed and let go.
Derek felt his face burn from humiliation and arousal both, his back stiff as he turned from Hock, who stood there with a swollen mouth, a bulge in his pants and an surprised but bemused expression on his face.
There were eyes on his back as he took brisk, sharp strides towards the restroom. Soft whispers followed him inside as he locked the door. He leaned against it, gulping air and wondering when the fuck his body had gotten so out of control.
"What the hell was that about, Shep?" Kasumi hissed in his ear, appearing beside him after a small hiss disabled the restroom's security cameras. He couldn't see her eyes but her lips were spread in a grimace. "I knew this party was going to have some weird games going on... but are you okay? That- you just-"
Derek swallowed, walking to the sink to splash his face when he paused, pointing towards his mouth. "This enough of a DNA sample?" He had a job to do. He always had a job to do. God, his boxer-briefs were soaked.
"I- yes." She flashed her omni-tool over his face and mouth. "Shep, really, what happened? I would understanding some flirting to keep in character but that... "
Derek waved his hands to start the water, splashing his face before putting his face under the tap to rinse his mouth. He swished then spat, noticing that his lips were still trembling.
"Long story short? Mindoir was using illegal gene mods on their children, and I'm in heat. Anyone makes a pass at me? I'm not really able to say no." He straightened and grabbed at the old fashioned cloth towels. He saw her mouth hanging open in the mirror.
"Geeze... Shep. I'm sorry. Can I help-"
Derek shrugged, wiping his face dry. "It's bad timing. Let's just get into that vault as soon as we can so I shoot at something."
Kasumi grimaced, and nodded, vanishing again as Derek unlocked the bathroom and walked out, checking the trail again to the power junction. That was when he rounded a corner and-
Into an orgy.
The air was thick with the scent of sex as bodies writhed in the dark, only the minimal amount of clothing moved out of the way for convenience. He blinked at them, at the writhing bodies and had to question if he was really, really seeing this. Because in his current state he knew he was capable of imagining anything and it could just be nothing but he could smell the musk and-
Derek made a strangled groan when he felt a solid body against back.
"Glad to see you're enjoying the party," Hock breathed in his ear. The man's tongue flicked against the lobe as a solid, muscular arm curled around his waist, while the other hand went under the front lapel of his coat to find a tit. Hock took a deep, long breath...
He- he smells it. He recognizes the pheromones.
"Mister Hock," Derek answered, struggling to remember his persona. His tongue felt wooden, stupid in his mouth. This, from the man who had talked Saren into committing suicide. "I- earlier- ." He crooned as Hock pinched and rolled his tight nipples.
"Indeed." Hock's free hand began kneading Derek's ass, moving lower and lower, a faint smirk in his voice. "Where did you say you were from, again?"
Elbow to the gut. Stomp the foot. Biotics. Anything. He couldn't just stand there and get more and more wet and tense as Hock moved down his neck to suck at his throat. "I- I didn't." But he had to stay in cover, didn't he? The merc band leader trying to score favor with a major dealer. God I didn't want to go through this again-
"Hm. Would you care to join me for a meal in my private rooms, Mister Gunn?"
"W-what? I-" He was rocking his ass against Hock's groin as saliva pooled in his mouth. He forced himself to swallow.
"I want to eat your pussy."
"Oh god yes," Derek whispered, one more hot throb of his body overpowered his reason when Hock took his hand again.
~*~*~*~*~
"Can you get him talking?" Kasumi hissed in his ear as Hock held on to Shepard's wrist, leading him towards his private quarters and past the guards. "Just- hell, get him saying anything. Keep him busy. I can break into the vault while you've got his attention and the attention of his security detail." She sounded a little frustrated, and a lot worried, but willing to work with what she had been given. Not that she had a choice.
It was so damn hard to think. Not when Hock would stop every few moments to stroke over his still-clothed erection, leading him down a down a set of stairs and into a palatial suite of steel and marble, an enormous bed and enough seating for a party of twenty.
Then Hock's mouth was on his neck again as they tumbled on to the bed, Derek humping his leg as the other man popped the buttons off his expensive jacket and shirt and dived down to leave love bites down Shepard's chest.
When he got to Derek's pants, Derek saw a greedy, hungry smile cross Hock's bearded face as he tore open the seals to pull them down to Derek's knees.
Keep him talking. Right. "How did you know-" Christ he's- Derek's back arched, fingers scraping up wads of the five-hundred thread count sheets as Hock's callused fingers thrust inside his cunt, moving in and out.
"Did I know that you were a Breeder?" Hock's voice was a delicious purr as he watched Shepard writhe. "You make the kind of connections I have, Mister Gunn, and you have access to many... exotic... resources." He added another finger, flexing them. "Breeders that have, hmm, flowered are worth a quite lot, in the slave trade." Four fingers now, and Derek grunted when he spread them. "Hmm... Very tight. I suspect you've not been this way for long, if you risked coming to my party while like this. The two Breeders I've had before were leashed." A cruel smile crossed his face, flashing as he pressed his fingers in to the knuckles and Derek hissed at the stretch.
"Once you've smelled one," Hock pulled his hand free, licking at the juices from his fingers. "And seen how it makes you feel, you don't forget. Ever." He pulled his own coat and shirt over his head, before putting his hands under Derek's knees, pushing his feet up past his head, folding the man in half. This tilted up his pelvis, presenting Derek's vulva and asshole for Hock's appreciation.
"Less talking, more fucking," Derek ordered, bracing himself as he jolted when Hock took an experimental lick.
"In good time. I intend to savor this feast." Hock's fingers dug hard into Derek's ass and thighs, and gave an appreciative moan as he inhaled. He dived back in, and Derek whimpered as Hock's tongue teased at his lips, and into his channel and back out against.
His cock was hard and dripping against his belly as Derek held his knees back, stomach muscles fluttering with every tease, every touch, as Hock took his slick fingers to Derek's asshole. First his fingers, this his thumb, pressing into the ring of muscle.
Not enough. It wasn't nearly enough.
"Fuck me." He was gasping, sweating, the image of Hock pounding into his bed and coming inside him, sloppy and hard, their combined fluids up and down his thighs and-
"You want it, don't you?" Hock said, amused, dropping Derek's ass back on the bed and rolling him on to his front. Derek huffed and complied, grabbing a pillow to bury his face in as Hock reached for a condom. He glanced back, wiggling his ass for Hock as the man rolled the condom down his erection, before leaning down to kiss up Shepard's spine.
"Yes!" He tried to spread his legs wider, biting the sheets. It didn't matter who and what this man was- not that moment, not when he needed- he was so damn empty. Drool was spilling down his chin as Hock rubbed the head of Hock's fat dick against his entrance. "Please."
"Well," Hock said, grabbing Derek's ass to spread his cheeks and lips. "I pride myself on being an indulgent host..."
He had been in shock when Zaeed had fucked him before- the shock of his body utterly betraying him, his mind freezing at his lack of power- but now he felt everything in sharp, raw detail. The pressure of Hock's erection as it slid past his swollen, sensitive lips, the new and weird stretch and burn as he was opened up, the strange angle Hock's hips flush against his thighs.
"Oh yes," Derek whined, closing his eyes and face in the pillow. If he didn't look, he could imagine it was someone else. I wanted this, didn't I? His hips humped down on the bed, rubbing his erection against the pillows. "More."
Hock chuckled, before slowing his pace as Derek continued to beg, babbling, whimpering how much he needed this, how good it felt, how much he wanted to feel Hock cum inside him and-
"Do you really want that, now?" Hock asked, rolling his hips. "You want to feel my seed inside you, where you need it?" He pulled Derek up on to all fours, grabbing his hands so he couldn't touch his cock. "You want me to fill you up," he said as he slapped his hips up, and Derek tried to drive himself backwards. "My spunk spilling out of you?"
"Yes, yes- I want to feel it." So badly. So much. He wanted to feel spurt after spurt and- "Need it." Derek could feel himself start tilting towards the edge of his orgasm. Almost there- almost-
"Fuck!" he yelped as Hock grabbed the base of his cock and pulled out at the same time. "Bastard. What the hell-" Hock rolled him over as Derek continued to swear.
"You're coming when I'm inside you, Gunn," he said, getting off the bed and reaching for a drawer. "But there's some risks I won't take," and he pulled something out, crawling back over the bed to settle between Derek's legs and giving him a long, deep kiss. Derek closed his eyes, then broke the kiss as Hock stroked something hard and thick against his pussy. It started vibrating.
Derek cocked an eyebrow.
"Like it?" Hock said, and chuckled. The skin of the dildo felt loose, like flesh, but its solidly cored, but it was colored a strange shade of yellow, with a ridged, arrow shaped head and reptilian textures.
"Krogan?" Hock was already rubbing it through Derek's slick and up to his entrance, pushing it in. It was far wider than Hock himself, and Derek yelped at the stretch when Hock pulled it back out.
"You're empty." Hock's smile was amused, harsh, before he started fingering Derek's asshole. He urged Derek back on to his hands and knees, lowering him on to the alien dong. It felt huge, the vibrations throbbing through him as Hock worked his back door. "You want to feel completely full, don't you? And I want to come inside you, but I'm not an idiot. I'll not risk knocking you up- not if I can enjoy this again."
"On birth control," Derek gasped as Hock finished first lubing himself after removing his condom, and pushed inside.
Hock laughed as Derek howled at the feeling of fullness, feeling the buzz of the vibrator contrasting against Hock's thrusts as he went on pounding inside.
Derek's toes curled as Hock hit his g-spot, head falling backwards as he moaned. He had needed this. Wanted this. Loved it. Loved getting fucked.
"You're a pretty bitch, Gunn," Hock said, crooning before he put another love bite on Derek's shoulder and neck, reaching down to stroke his cock. "So hot, perfect as you hang off my cock." He slammed himself home, Hock's thrusts quickly becoming uneven and messy, his breathing hard as he bit Derek again.
Hock came, spurting hot and messy into Shepard's ass as Derek continued riding up and down the dildo, howling at what was almost what he needed. Yet the feeling of hot, wet fullness was enough and Derek's body clenched, throbbing and pulsing as he finally, finally got what he wanted.
He fell forward, off Hock's dick and onto the messy sheets, exhausted. The vibrator continued buzzing, unabated.
"That was fun," Hock said, getting up and off the bed. He sounded sated, possessive, as he grabbed a robe off the foot of his bed. "You're the most diverting thing I've experienced in ages, Gunn." Derek saw him rub his beard. "I've wanted to bed another breeder for ages." Derek felt Hock pet his skin, up and down his back. Then he walked towards an intercom. "You're wasted as a mercenary, Gunn. I think I'll keep you." He pushed a button. "Chief Roe, come in please." He paused, as Derek scrambled up and back. "Chief-"
Derek lashed out with a shockwave, knocking Hock backwards.
Then Kasumi, appearing out of the shadows, stabbed him with her omni-tool.
"That was for Keiji," she said, voice trembling as she withdrew her hand. The thief and the Commander looked at each other for several moments.
"You saw?" Derek asked, pulling out vibrator, tossing it to the side. Kasumi shifted her weight, turning away.
"I didn't trust Hock not to hurt you." She looked away. "Let's get Keiji's gray box."
Derek took a deep breath. He could feel semen leaking out of his ass, slick all over his thighs and feeling fucked-out. He let out a shudder, grabbing a blanket to lean himself up.
He felt sick.
"Right. Let's go."
The End. (Of Masquarade)
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