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The Renegade and the Merc	By : X3n09 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Players: Zaeed X Commander Syvar Sherpard (Renegade)
Pardon the bit of retelling in the beginning, I just needed to highlight some important past events in order to make this play right up to where my fiction occurs. Just could not get the bug out of my head about this pair so I had to write something. I did end up going soft toward the end (graphic still though). Imagined things would play out much rougher. There will be more coming.

The time was drawing near. The inescapable conclusion to it all.
He had witnessed so much death and pain that it was wholly a part of him. It drove him onward.
He was a killing machine, slowly slipping in to the encroaching darkness. Losing his humanity. He refused to give in, and giving up was never an option.
The galaxy feared him just as much as they respected him.
No one stood in his way, no actions questioned.
Ultimate power, total control.
No distractions.
Even after all the augmentations and tech that Cerberus installed in him-he was still mostly a man. He never enjoyed the company of others, they were all a means to an end or just another weapon
or tool to achieve his goals.
Fleeting shadows and passing faces.
He never socialized beyond a brief checking in with squad mates. Never drank or partied. Never felt anything for anyone other than approval or respect. Nothing beyond what he himself would expect.
He rejected Liara's and Kaidan's advances and attempts at affection and intimacy.
However, he truly began to enjoy the feel of intimidating others. His longest running squad members took notice though when he refused to go on any missions without that merc: Zaeed. It was baffling until they realized what a formidable duo they were. Cold, calculated and efficient minus the deliberate destruction or excessive violence dished out. He eventually stopped talking to anyone except Zaeed, unless it was absolutely necessary. He even went as far as to consult him, ask him for advice and get his opinion about things. Liara tried to caution him about taking advice from what she called a calm maniac. Zaeed managed to make him smile when he talked about his old missions and who or what he brutally killed. And the guns, oh the love of guns they shared. Shepard wasn't keen on the smoking and drinking but he just got used to it. He never said a thing about it to him.
Then it happened- the great divide. Commander Shepard, the great and terrifying Syver Shepard had to answer for what many considered war atrocities. Namely the decimation of the Batarians and their homeworld.
Far too important to lose, the Alliance took him back, kept him trained and hidden. Isolated but in touch with current events. He couldn't help but wonder what happened to his former squad. Were they even alive. Why hadn't Cerberus tried to contact him? He knew that right at the end of his run with them, he and the Illusive Man didn't see eye to eye. The reapers were attacking full force, tearing across the galaxy. They reached Earth and started immediately destroying everything in their path. Commander Shepard was thrown back into action and he hit the ground running.
He left Earth to try and come up with a plan and regroup with whomever was left out there while Anderson remained behind. He ended up traveling to the Citadel to see the Council. There he met up with Lt Alenko and Lt Vega. Udina greeted the party and as always, was not happy to see Shepard. Commander Shepard relished in the disdain. He didn't like the Council. He found them to be ineffective and fearful. Which is why it wasn't hard to believe when many accused him of deliberately killing the Council off during the first cycle of attacks. The Council meeting didn't go well, once again they looked down at Shepard for being a human. They didn't want to move to help Earth, and the Crucible was far from ready. The only thing they ended up doing for him was restore his Spectre status. That was the Turian's doing and it was because he himself needed help. Commander Shepard gathered up his team and set out on several missions to recover various items to help with the war, rally other races, save worlds and ultimately work to get the Crucible finished.
After many missions, Commander Shepard had assembled a fantastic squad once more. He bid farewell to Lieutenant Kaidan, his longest standing squad mate and moved on. He couldn't help but feel like something very important was missing. He felt empty and tired. Part of him realized rather quickly after just a few battles, that he was missing his best weapon: Zaeed. He didn't know where to find him and didn't know if he really should try to. Zaeed was a priceless asset but the amount of value and dependence he began feeling for him made him uncomfortable. He was sure that Zaeed was unaware though. Shepard tried to stay busy, took on as much as he could but the feeling of something being seriously amiss wouldn't go away.
He decided to throw a party for his squad in his enormous apartment that Anderson gave him. But even with the liquor-happy faces he just couldn't break free. He was cordial, greeted everyone, even chatted among the small cliques. He was in the center of it all, but felt like an outsider. He went over to Liara and sat down, looking at the floor briefly, he ran one hand over his dark red mohawk. Liara made a pass at him once again, it had been a while. He politely declined and left her there. To his surprise, Lieutenant Vega cornered him in the gym area and began stripping, asking for his superior's opinion of his body. Commander Shepard just shook his head with a quick laugh.
"Come on, touch it. You know you want to Sir." he said, flexing a massive biceps and bouncing his pecs.
"Just take it easy." Shepard told him as he walked away.
He needed to leave. It was far too loud and all he could think about was what horrors tomorrow would bring. Out of the calamity he heard Grunt calling out to him loudly.
"Hey Shepard! Isn't this your old friend?"
Shepard slowly descended the stairs. He didn't invite anyone else, but he went to check anyway. By the time he got there the uninvited guest was already downstairs.
"Sorry Shepard, he bypassed the security lock."
Shepard couldn't believe who arrived. Zaeed shifted on his feet, folding his strong, heavily tattooed arms.
"Well, where is my invitation? Didn't forget your old boy did ya?"
"Fuck where have you been all this time?" Shepard asked, trying to stifle the sheer relief and joy he was feeling at that moment.
"Around. Running guns and shit. Trying to take down Cerberus but I can't find a bloody decent team."
"I see you got some upgrades." Shepard tried yelling over the music that suddenly got louder.
"Yeah, augmented the arms, got a better eye. A few other things. Can't let age stop me from doing what I love best."
Commander Shepard was impressed with the black armor he was wearing. It looked very heavy and impossible to break. He was also well-armed.
"You are looking more like a Reaper every time I see you." he laughed throwing a heavy hand on to Shepard's shoulder.
Shepard couldn't remember if that was where they were in their partnership. Did they touch at all in anyway? He didn't think so. He let it go as it was such a fantastic thing to see him again.
"So what we got going here? Got anything to drink?" he said, giving Shepard an awkwardly piercing gaze.
It put him at ill-ease for a moment. Shepard cleared his throat and gave him a guiding gesture with one hand, over to the bar area.
"Fuckin' great place you got here." he said looking around.
"Yeah Anderson gave it to me." Shepard replied, pouring two tall glasses of whiskey.
"What in the hell did you have to do for that kinda gift." he said lifting one glass and winking at Shepard.
"Are you serious." Shepard leaned the palms of hands on the counter before him and just laughed in disbelief.
"I guess temporarily saving the galaxy would do it."
"I was just fuckin with you Shep." he said as he drank down the other glass.
"You looking to black out man?" Shepard asked him, as he straightened his back.
"Nah, never happened. I am good now though. Guess I haven't been drinkin as much as before. But I am thinking you like that idea. Seeing that you don't drink at all. Can't trust a man who sees and
does the things you do and not even drink a drop."
"You talk a lot Zaeed." Shepard said with a soft expression. "Damn I missed hearing your voice though."
"Did you mean to say that out loud?" Zaeed laughed in his throat.
"Are you going soft?" he smiled and drank down the last bit of whiskey.
He barely took his eyes off of Shepard, he wore no expression, just looked at him.
"You want me to do a trick or something?' Shepard smirked.
"I dunno maybe I do. It's tough not staring at you. You just have an impressive look is all."
"Impressive?"
"Intimidating I mean." Zaeed replied, moving to stand but he had to grip the counter briefly.
Just like during their missions, Shepard had his back, he looped Zaeed's mostly armored arm around his shoulders.
Zaeed pushed him away.
"Nah I am good sweetheart." he said, immediately looking in to Shepard's eyes to try and see his reaction.
"You love fucking around with me don't you."
"I just love seeing that seething rage under there. " he laughed huskily and patted Shepard's stomach. It was rock hard and lean as expected.
"You going to stay in full battle suit the entire night?" Shepard asked him. “This isn’t a raid.
"I got some basics you can use."
"I thought you liked this armor." Zaeed said, dropping down on the couch. He appeared to be exhausted and a bit drunk all at once. Wasn't how Shepard expected their first meet up after
a year to be.
"Hey you need to sleep old man?" Shepard asked him, keeping a distance.
Zaeed turned to Shepard, a glint of light flashed over his pale grey eye.
"Never tired." he rasped.
They seemed to both enjoy getting a rise out of one another. That level of anger and chaos seemed to be perfectly matched.
“So you hook up with anyone yet? Liara maybe. She was in to you.”
“No, not interested- but be my guest. I know you are in to those Asari.” Shepard said, sitting next to him.
“Ah that was ancient history and only for a short time, Syver. Besides.” He stopped and leaned closer to Shepard, still maintaining a distance.
“I wasn’t asking about her availability.” He looked him dead in the face.
“Wh-what are you talking about Zaeed.” Shepard moved away a little.
“Ah fuckin forget I asked. I was just seeing if you were still lonely.”
“I don’t get lonely Zaeed. I have my guns.”
“Best fuckin’ answer I’ve ever heard. Damn you’re a hard ass.” He laughed, pulling a cigar out.
“Not here.” Shepard said firmly.
“What. You never said anything before. Besides these smell fantastic. Like a cherry cologne or some shit.” He proceeded to light it and take a long drag. “Gotta keep my voice pretty right?”
Shepard loved hearing him talk. It was only at that moment, seeing Zaeed sitting next to him, a faint whisper of smoke around him and his eyes piercing, did he realize that he was actually turned on by his voice.
“Why don’t I get you a drink princess?” he asked with a crooked smile. It was as if he could see what Shepard was thinking.
Commander Shepard tried so hard to hide it, keep it all locked up. He didn’t understand what was going on and why he was feeling this way. Zaeed brought him a tall glass of some alcohol.
“This the typical beginner portion?” Shepard chuckled.
“Perfect amount for a goddamn renegade like yourself.” He said, with the cigar between his teeth.
Shepard took a swig and it burned like hell. He squinted his eyes shut and shook it off.
“Good?” Zaeed asked, towering over him. “Come on don’t be a pussy.”
“You are actually saying that to me?” Shepard glared up at him.
Then he took a long drink.
Zaeed winced lightly and laughed.
“You are going to feel that in no time Commander.”
He had finished over half the large glass of strong alcohol and without looking up, offered the glass to Zaeed. He suddenly realized that all of the guests were upstairs and out of view. How much time had passed? He couldn’t remember. Once the mercenary showed up he forgot everything else.
“Zaeed, why don’t you secure all those guns in my closet.” His vision got blurry for just a moment and then focused sharply once more.
He was feeling something, a fire in his belly and his head felt very light. He was feeling quite great.
“Lead.” Zaeed said, as he put his cigar on the marble bar counter.
Shepard tried very hard to remain composure but he realized he wasn’t walking in a perfectly straight line. He didn’t want Zaeed to notice so he composed himself the best he could. Somehow he managed to evade all the others and got to his personal quarters.
“You don’t have any doors in this place?” Zaeed looked around.
“No, for some reason there aren’t any.” Shepard replied, guiding him by the arm to the gun closet. He used his fingerprint and all the guns came out on bullet-proof glass trays.
“Now isn’t this a sight to behold.” Zaeed rasped. He tightened his glove and picked up one of the assault rifles.
“Jesus you know how much one of these cost?” he grinned, baring his silver teeth.
“Yeah, several contracts.” Shepard had to lean on the wall a bit. He was hoping the feeling wouldn’t get any more intense. “Check this out.” He opened another panel with a retinal scan.
A large metal tray slid out and on it was the Black widow, fully decked out.
“You have been holding out on me sweetheart.” He went to touch it but Shepard grabbed his wrist.
“No touching that one.” He said, with a very serious expression. The red augmentation light in his eyes brightened for a moment.
“Really? You are such a tease.” Zaeed loved that he was getting an aggressive response.
He lifted the Black widow sniper and admired it. Shepard pushed the rage down. Zaeed was definitely trying to make him lose his cool. He set it down gently and smile crookedly at Shepard.
Shepard cleared his throat, “You can go ahead and secure your guns in here.”
Zaeed removed the large rifle and two pistols he had and set them down on the glass. Shepard recognized the rifle. He immediately went to check it out.
“Ah ha. No touchy Syver.” He told him.
He didn’t listen.
Zaeed grabbed him by the throat with one gloved hand. The grip was firm but not enough to really hurt.
“That all you got?” Shepard said, stretching his arms out all the way at his sides to show no protest.
“There is a wealth of this in me Commander.” He whispered, through gritting teeth.
“There he is.” Shepard drew in sharp breaths in and out through his nose.
“I told you not to touch Jessie.” He said, tightening his grip just a bit more.
“I will touch the fuck out of that gun.” Shepard sputtered out a laugh. Finally, gripping Zaeed by the assaulting hand.
Much to his own horror, he realized that he was enjoying this violent assault. He wanted to fuck around and find out. This was a breakthrough of sorts in their relationship or whatever it was they had.
“Had enough sweetheart?” he said, keeping his grip around the Commander’s neck firm.
“No.”
“Stubborn ass. I could have killed you and you wouldn’t give in.” he released Shepard.
Shepard stopped buzzing and just felt drunk. He punched Zaeed, flinging his face to one side.
Immediately blood gushed out of Zaeed’s nose.
“That is for never trying to contact me.” Shepard yelled.
No one was upstairs and the lo-fi music filled the house.
“What are you sore about? You were put on lockdown.” Zaeed paused and wiped the blood from his nose. “ I wasn’t going to come in guns blazing and break you out of a military base. I didn’t know what was going on? Next thing I knew you were running your ass all over the fucking galaxy doing Commander shit. I finally was able to get a lock on you here.” He shouted back until the veins in his neck stood out.
“Don’t you fuckin yell at me.” Shepard pointed at him.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want pup.” He stared him down.
“So this is what it’s like being on the other side of your fury.” Shepard said. “I am thoroughly impressed.”
“I don’t like games. You wanna play hard?” he said squinting at Shepard.
“Why not.” Shepard replied as his lips curled up in to a smile.
Zaeed ground his molars together for a moment and Shepard noted the pulsing around his jawline.
“Fine.” He said and kicked Shepard in the chest with a heavy boot.
All the air was kicked out of him, he fell on all fours. Zaeed backhanded him a few times.
“You hit much softer than I imagined.” Shepard’s head was spinning and the side of his face was turning dark red.
Zaeed pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close.
“What exactly is going on here.” He asked, bringing his face a couple inches from Shepard’s.
He smelled the intoxicating alcohol and hints of cherry tobacco on his breath. His head was spinning but he grabbed Zaeed around the back of his neck and forced his mouth over his.
Zaeed released him and stepped back.
“Syver, what the fuck are you doing?” he looked visibly distressed.
“You can’t leave me again, you understand?” Shepard said quietly. His brows furrowed but he kept his emotions in check.
“Wait a tick. Are you in love with me?” Zaeed asked him, studying Shepard’s face with a faint smile spreading.
“I don’t love anyone, Zaeed. I just need you- to be with me. Out there in the darkness. I need you. “
“Please don’t- I am bloody confused right now.” Zaeed said, raising his hand up and dabbing at the blood on his lips. “Is this the booze talking?”
“No. It isn’t.” Shepard said as he went over and sat on the side of the bed, staring at his war torn hands.
“Why would you think I wouldn’t want to be with you? Been through too much with you Sy to walk away.” He said leaning on the wall in front of Shepard. “I don’t deserve that level of regard from you.”
They heard voices coming closer as some guests were coming back up the stairs.
“Shepard leaned forward and propped his elbows on his thighs. “What is the deal with that fuckin gun of yours?” he asked changing the topic entirely.
“Everyone who has ever touched it met a bad end shortly after.”
“Yeah what about you though?” Shepard said wiping his mouth with his hand and checking for blood. His mouth felt dry.
“I got my face blown apart. One got kicked out of an airlock and the other thrown off a 40 story building.”
“By you I assume?” Shepard chuckled.
“Yes. But that isn’t the point.”
“Noted, I won’t stand near any ledges around you now.” He stood to get more to drink.
“Commander, I see your old friend is here.” Liara said softly.
“Yes, Liara while you were mentally fucking a few of the squad members he arrived about an hour ago. “ Shepard said.
“You bring out the worst in him.” Liara glared at Zaeed.
“No lady, I bring out the real him.” He crossed his arms while speaking.
Liara was holding hands with Samantha.
“Did you two fuck yet?” a drunk Traynor asked them.
Liara yanked her away and they headed downstairs again. Other voices were loud in the distance. Shepard and Zaeed went downstairs and sat at the bar. Joker was playing bartender.
Both Zaeed and Shepard were completely frustrated and confused by what transpired upstairs. Joker poured them tall glasses of some unknown alcohol. He was smashed and barely able to pour it out.
“Go home your drunk.” Shepard swatted at him just before downing the hard beverage.
“Goddamn, Shepard you are going to pass out.” Zaeed said, placing his hand on Shepard’s shoulder.
“No he won’t. This isn’t too hard. I call it my ambrosia drink. Just the right amount of punch to it. I had 5 myself.” Joker hiccupped. “I may even get lucky tonight.” Joker told them.
Zaeed downed it like it was water. “Tastes great. No burn but I can feel it for sure.”
“I need to find a spot to lie down.” Garrus said as he stumbled passed them.
“Massani! Where the hell you been.” Garrus shouted.
“I am not deaf Garrus you don’t have to bloody yell. I’ve been around.” He replied.
“You know you broke something in the Commander.” Garrus said, pointing his empty glass at Zaeed.
Zaeed just shook his head. Commander Shepard’s frustration turned to anger.
“You wanna go shoot something?” he asked.
“Never get enough do you soldier boy.” Zaeed said, putting his arm around Shepard’s shoulders so they both didn’t fall over.
“Never enough.” Shepard whispered in to his ear.
The breath tickled and sent a brief shiver down his spine. That never happened before and he loved it. He placed his hand over the side Shepard’s face and looked at him. Joker stopped what
he was doing once he saw what was happening. Zaeed didn’t care who was there, or who was looking. He hungrily kissed Shepard. Without any hesitation, Shepard responded in kind. Sucking at his tongue and only breaking contact for a second to breathe. Joker clapped and then shouted, “I hope I remember this so we can have a long talk tomorrow Commander.” He passed out on the floor a moment after.
For the two of them, no one else was there. They didn’t give a fuck.
“We should probably get out of the living room area. There are people everywhere.” Shepard told him to his face.
Zaeed was a bit startled as he noticed every guest must have run in to the room to see what was happening.
“Oh don’t act so surprised.” He said, with a grimace.
“Is that it? Traynor asked, with Liara on her lap.
With a sly grin, Shepard gave her the middle finger as he stood. Without warning, Zaeed threw him over his shoulder and headed towards the lower level bedroom.
“Fuck this lack of doors.” He growled.
He dropped Shepard down on to the bed. Almost immediately, Shepard covered his face with his arms.
“Fair warning here Commander you crossed that line first not me. I am going to take advantage of you whether you like it or not.” Zaeed said gruffly.
“I have no fucking clue what is going on right now.” He said fumbling with his shirt.
Zaeed removed his upper armor and let it fall with a heavy thud to the ground.
“Ah what if they follow us in here.” Shepard said, trying to stay conscious.
“Do I look like I give a shit right now? Zaeed laughed in his throat.
Shepard stopped trying to undress, sat up and leaned against the headboard. Zaeed climbed on top of Shepard still donning his lower body armor and boots. Shepard never saw him undressed, only the bare parts of his arms and neck. There were scars, tattoos and other marks from severe wounds healed long ago. Shepard was completely taken by what he was seeing.
“Holy hell where did that scar come from.” Shepard asked, running his whole hand down the wide scar going from chest to lower abdomen.
“Got a grenade to the chest long ago. Tore my armor to pieces, blasted my heart and lung open. Got a new tinker and lung.” He said, looking down at it for a moment.
“Yeah I was green as fuck and had shitty armor back then. Lesson learned. And you can lift up that lower jaw now boy.” He smiled, the light caught some of the silver teeth scattered among the ivory whites.
Shepard blinked and ran his hand over his red mohawk awkwardly. He went back to removing his shirt but he was so clumsy from the alcohol.
“Fuck it, that won’t work.” Zaeed took a small knife from his pocket.
Shepard went in to alert mode when he saw it.
“Hold still love.” Zaeed said as he pulled Shepard’s thin t-shirt away from the skin and drew the knife up, slicing the shirt open effortlessly.
Zaeed saw his was uneasy.
“What- you afraid of a little cut? “ he said, stopping mid-way and looking Shepard in the eye.
“Do you think I am?” Shepard asked him, trying to act as sober as possible.
He brought the knife back to the task and deliberately nicked about a few inches of skin. Shepard squinted one eye a little. It sent a rush of adrenaline through him. Zaeed brought his mouth to
Shepard’s ear. “I bet you goddamned loved it.” He said with a hushed and gravelly voice.
“You keep talking in my ear like that and I won’t last another minute.” Shepard brought himself to face Zaeed, his nose rested against Zaeed’s cheek.
Zaeed cut the shirt completely open and Shepard was able to free himself from it.
“This should cut through these.” He said, gripping Shepard’s thigh, in reference to the black fatigues he has on. “It is getting very hard for me to wait Commander. “
“If I didn’t drink, we would have been at it by now. That shit just hit me hard, kinda weakened my aggressive side.” He said standing and removing his pants. He was not wearing any underwear.
“Well I would have never imagined that.” Zaeed laughed.
“Yeah feels better sometimes. These pants are soft inside.”
Zaeed put his knife away, and gripped Shepard by the sides of his neck and face roughly. He crushed Shepard’s lips with his own, heavy breaths in between gaps of contact. He was devouring him.
Shepard put his hands over Zaeed’s hands, almost needing to force a brief distance between just for air.
“I love the way you taste man.” Shepard told him.
“We do have a problem.” Zaeed announced as he moved away from Shepard
“I’m not going in dry.”
Shepard hadn’t even thought about that. He pinched the bridge of his nose, then he moved his thumbs over his eyes, seemingly trying to rub the drunkenness out.
“I know someone here has to have something we can use.” Shepard replied with a muted sigh.
“I am not going out there. I hate those people.” Zaeed let out one dry chuckle.
“I am fucking naked, how do I go out there?” he asked.
Zaeed ripped the sheet off the bed and covered him with it.
“Seriously?” Shepard buried his face in his hands, with the sheet over him like a veil. “Damn it. Next time- if there is one, we need to be ready.”
He ventured out, with the sheet tightly wrapped around him. He saw Joker still on the bar floor, Liara was talking with EDI while Traynor slept on her shoulder. Garrus had moved to the bottom of the stairs, uncomfortably arranged and passed out. In the gym area, James had Cortez on all fours and was screwing him. While he was doing that, he was talking about how much he loved swimming and working out. Shepard tilted his head a bit with an amused look on his face. He never suspected that would happen between them. He snuck passed and took a quick piss. It had been awhile.
“Hey-hey Commander!” he heard James yell out to him.
“You can’t leave me hanging like this James.” He heard Cortez say rather loudly.
“Yes Lieutenant?” Shepard responded.
“Where are your clothes?” he laughed with his dick still inside Cortez.
“Doing laundry.” Shepard joked dryly.
“No he isn’t.” Cortez craned his head a little to look up at him.
“What’d ya need Commander?’ Cortez asked.
James was right back to it, and Cortez gripped the bar in front of him.
“Garrus asked if you had something he could use to help make intimacy easier.” He tried to stay serious.
“The Garrus who is passed out now?” James asked, thrusting in to Cortez. Cortez bit on his own knuckle.
“You know what- fuck it. It’s for me. I need it. “ He checked to make sure the sheet was still on securely.
“If you show me what’s under that sheet I will give it to you.” James told him with an evil smirk.
Cortez laughed in to the carpet. Shepard glared at him. He opened one side quickly.
“Nah have to see the full package Sir.” James quickened the pace.
Shepard shook his head and removed the sheet, dropping it on to the ground.
“Damn, look at those battle scars. Hey, you must hit the gym. I always wondered just how cut you were. I am not disappointed.”
“Okay Vega, seen enough?” he said, grabbing up the sheet again.
“Just leave it off, everyone is out cold but us.” Cortez said, taking in the view.
He didn’t want to risk it, so he put it back on.
“Here Commander. You are fuckin hot, shouldn’t keep yourself all locked up.” James laughed as he handed the glass vial to him.
“Where did this come from?” Shepard asked.
“Steve has it on him for parties. He is quite the wildcat.” James told him, gripping Cortez firmly by the hips and entering. “We have an agreement if we aren’t laid mid way through the event, we hook up.”
“I have interfered enough here. Thanks.” Shepard took it and left. His head stopped spinning and he just felt a little buzz.
He opened the vial. It smelled like lavender. Very pleasant aroma. He made it back in to the room, the lights were no longer on. He wondered how long he was gone and did Zaeed leave?
He had a low light vision augmentation but could barely make anything out. He felt a strong hand grip him around the back of his head, another hand immediately clamped over his mouth. He couldn’t do much all tangled in the sheet. His eyes glowed red like a machine.
The attacker held him firmly up against the wall.
“Shhh.” The figure cloaked in darkness said.
Shepard finally broke his hand free and dropped the vial. He grabbed the wrists and attempted to break free, squeezing the wrists to a very painful level. The hands didn’t budge and Shepard had to struggle to breathe against the gloved palm.
“You kept me for waiting too long.” Zaeed rasped menacingly against the side of his face.
The gloved hand was lifted and immediately replaced with violent mouth contact. It was too dark in the room, the kiss was sloppy and aimless. Shepard relaxed in Zaeed’s violent grasp. His hands were all over him, mostly his throat and ass. He released Shepard and roughly pulled him by the arm on to the thick carpet. He wasn’t bothering with the bed any more.
“Za-“ Shepard tried to speak.
“Shh, no more talkin” he rasped.
“I’m sorry I took so l-“ Shepard was once again stopped, this time with Zaeed sticking his two fingers in to his mouth. The very foreign feeling of having another person’s fingers in his mouth was at first extremely uncomfortable.
Zaeed moved his fingers up and down Shepard’s tongue a bit, encouraging interaction. Shepard sucked on them. He was thankful it wasn’t the gloved hand. The gloved hand was clamped around his cock. He went to slide it up the long, hardening shaft but realized his glove was dry and unpleasant. He spat in to his glove several times and returned to man handling Shepard. Being between Zaeed and the plush carpet, made him feel very hot. He found himself panting to cool off, his heart was racing like never before.
“You’ve got the stuff?” Zaeed asked, with his lips touching Shepard’s neck. He removed his fingers from Shepard’s mouth.
Shepard moved his hand over the rug and found it fairly quick. Zaeed took it and stood up to turn the lights up a bit.
“I wanna see you as I fuck you.” He grinned.
Shepard wasn’t drunk anymore and Zaeed obviously wasn’t either.
“This smells great. Always thought this type of thing didn’t have a smell. You got this from the big boy didn’t ya.” He looked down at Shepard.
He wanted to tell him how he felt , that he could die happy just with that he was seeing above him. But he didn’t. Too soft and that wasn’t what they were.
“You have a choice love, here or over there.” He asked Shepard.
Shepard stood, completely in the buff and got on the bed.
“You know we are going to fuckin’ destroy that bed right?” Zaeed told him.
Shepard went with his instincts and got on all fours, resting the side of his face on to the soft, cool mattress. Zaeed crawled over to him, vial still in hand.
“Face me.” He ordered.
Shepard didn’t want to. He didn’t want to appear weak, he didn’t want to show too much emotion. Zaeed set the vial down and flipped him over. Then he freed his cock, pulling his armor down just enough to show about the top half of his well-muscled ass.
Boots still on.
Shepard was torn between wanting so badly to get hard-fucked by Zaeed and absolutely not wanting it to happen. What would they do after it happened? Would they be able to carry on as if nothing happened. The first half won though as he grabbed the vial and poured it lavishly over his fingers, spilling a little. Zaeed bit him on the neck as Shepard prepped himself. He felt ready. Wiped his fingers and grabbed Zaeed around his broad shoulders. Shepard was very strong but he knew who would win the test of strength. Finally, he forced himself between Shepard’s scarred, strong legs. A little more ass out as he bent more to get to Shepard. He felt Zaeed’s hefty cock touch the inside of his thigh. It was hot, hard and smooth. Zaeed took some of the fluid from the vial and slathered his cock up. Shepard stopped him, putting his own hand in place of his.
“You don’t have to -? Zaeed told him.
Shepard brought his other hand over the back of Zaeed’s head and made eye contact.
“I will do whatever the fuck I want.” He said with a hint of a snarl.
Zaeed was ready, with one massive hand on Shepard’s abdomen he pushed him back down on the bed. He bent Shepard’s legs and lifted them with his arms under the knees. He pushed the head of his now throbbing member, passed the small opening of Shepard’s ass. Shepard drew in a sharp breath through his teeth. He wasn’t patient or gentle. He shoved himself in.
“Gah-damnit Zaeed.” Shepard’s voice caught in his throat briefly. Stunned by the shock of pain, but relieved that he was mostly in.
“Your body is impressive Syver. The level of pain and flexibility it possesses.” He said in an even throatier tone than before.
He grabbed Shepard by the haunches and drove in and out. No warning, no mercy. Shepard covered his own face with his arm and bit his lip until it bled. What Zaeed was doing hurt like hell. It felt as if he was being assaulted with a large blunt object in his most sensitive area. Each time he pulled out a bit, it left him raw, but when he drove in, it felt almost euphoric. Zaeed lifted Shepard’s legs inward a bit more, gaining full entry. Two or three thrusts and he hit the spot. He was hammering hard against an extremely sensitive spot. It was so sensitive that it actually felt sore at first. Then it seemed as though the blood was just rushing to his cock and somewhere else deep inside him. Zaeed couldn’t believe how welcoming a hard body like Shepard’s could be. Warm, sticky, wet. He had complete control over him. The problem was he was losing control over himself too soon.
Shepard couldn’t hold back any longer, he needed some action for his own fierce erection. He forgot about feeling embarrassed, now solely driven by the uncontrollable urge to peak. It only took a few tugs and he came on his own stomach and chest. Zaeed was edging, deliberately savoring the moment. Shepard began to ache from the violent violation. Zaeed tightened his hold, looked upward and soundlessly opened his mouth, cuming hot inside the Commander.
Still gasping sharply, he pulled out and dropped next to Shepard. Shepard used the flat sheet to wipe himself off. He was covered in his own seed, and Zaeed’s was trickling out in large amounts. He could taste the sex in the air. Heat, a hint of sweat and salt. As well as the lingering taste of Zaeed’s whiskey and cherry cigar. He wanted to stay dirty. Just a few moments more but the clean and militant side of him cried out for a shower. Zaeed had his hand over his face, finally calm.
“Was it too much old man?” Shepard asked as he stood up and headed to the shower.
“You couldn’t handle me at full power.” He laughed, not taking his hand from his face.
Shepard went to shower. The warm water was welcoming and made him feel extremely sleepy. He had no idea what time it was, it had been too long since he was last able to fall asleep. When he got out with his towel still on, Zaeed was gone.
“Well fuck.” He said out loud and collapsed on the bed covered with blood, semen and dirty boot marks.

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