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Good Guy
By : X3n09
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Zaeed couldn't believe his eyes. It had been a few years since he had last seen the legendary Commander Shepard. He heard all about his continuing acts of heroism and selflessness. The war didn't change him, he remained the same brave, benevolent soul as before.

Dom Shepard was sporting a neatly trimmed beard and buzzed head. He was barely recognizable with such a major change in appearance. The stress in his life took a toll on him physically and mentally. His face was weathered by the tragedy and horrors of war. He was a hardened veteran who put others before himself and never backed down from a battle if it meant saving innocents.

Zaeed stood in great contrast to him. Zaeed mostly didn't give a shit about anyone. He worked for pay, gain and glory. Even though Dom and he didn't see eye to eye, he enjoyed working with him. He respected him for being a fearless and focused leader, and he saved him from himself many times. He helped him to overcome his unhealthy desire for revenge, and trained him to focus his rage on more productive feats. When things got particularly ugly, Zaeed turned to alcohol, an addiction he fought with in his younger years. Dom was able to help him overcome the debilitating addiction. In return, Zaeed protected him, kept him focused on the missions and let him vent at the end of a rotten day.

They sparred, they joked and they drank in moderation together. He was the closest thing Zaeed ever had to a friend, and he was content with that. They saved each other's lives plenty of times and never thanked one another.

He debated on whether he should even go over and talk to him or simply walk out of his life for good. What the hell would happen anyway? Zaeed started taking up bounty contracts once more and was living life in the fast lane as always. Dom was a Captain for the most powerful military force in the Galaxy. They were both soldiering on, except on opposite sides or morality.

Dom was a good guy and he was a bad guy.

Zaeed turned and walked away, consciously making the decision to permanently leave him behind. He was planning on going to Andromeda and starting over fresh, but doing the same kind of work.

As he stopped to cross the street, he felt a hand firmly grip him by the shoulder.

"Hey, are you running away?" Dom asked him, with a friendly chuckle.

Zaeed mentally took a deep breath and turned to face him.

"Shepard, how the hell ya been?" He asked him, putting his large gloved hand over Dom's.

Dom removed his hand and smiled at him. "Did you not see me?" Dom asked, folding his arms. He was wearing a fitted green T-shirt with a stylized skull on the front. Zaeed noted the new ink covering his left arm and going up the side of his neck. It featured a large black dragon with evil looking, mismatched eyes, surrounded by skulls and flowers.

"Interesting new ink there." Zaeed half-heartedly pointed at Dom’s arm.

"Thanks. I’ve been doing well. You?" Dom asked him, searching his face intently. His deep blue eyes sparkled as they darted around a little.

Zaeed always felt as if Dom could see his soul with those stunning sapphire eyes of his.

"Same shit. Nothing new. I am never out of contracts that's for sure." Zaeed replied in his usual husky tone.

"Well, everyone wants the best man for the job." He put his hand back on to Zaeed's shoulder and squeezed assuredly. "I am so glad I got to see you again. Do you live here in Chicago now?"

"Got a small flat for a bit. Probably going back to England. You know me, Shep, I don't actually live anywhere." He smiled pleasantly.

"Yeah, always were a lone wolf of sorts. Listen, I would like to see you again. We went to hell and back together, I would hate to not have you in my life in some way." Dom told him, he suddenly appeared nervous.

"Relax boyo. I am not going anywhere right now. I do plan on heading to the Andromeda galaxy eventually." He told him, crossing his muscular, tattooed arms and leaning heavier on one leg.

"I see." Dom stared down at Zaeed's chest in thought. "Well, why don't we meet up soon and have one last hurrah before you head in to the great beyond."

"That sounds gradley. When and where?"

"Well hell, how about this Friday? I will have completed my missions by then. Remarkably, I get the weekends off these days, actually able to socialize with my friends."

"You have mates?" Zaeed joked, implying that Dom didn't have any.

"I am quite popular these days. How about you?" Dom smirked at him.

"Yeah I am, and for all the wrong reasons." He laughed in his throat.

"I wanna know these reasons." Dom told him.

"I was just fuckin with you Shep. I am only known by name and for what notorious crimes I’ve committed, but I don't interact with anyone."

"Their loss! I think you are a charming guy and it’s always a pleasure being around you. You were there for me when I needed courage and confidence. You taught me to stop second- guessing myself." Dom told him.

"What's with all this charm and flattery, Shep?" He asked him, standing up straight again.

People were pushing passed them as they stood close to the crosswalk.

"Just stating facts, don't sell yourself short. So Friday. I will message the address to you. Same com line?" Dom asked, as his started side stepping away.

"No. Last two numbers are 87 now."

Dom nodded and disappeared into the crowd.

Zaeed had no idea what he was going to talk about with Dom. He had already told him all his interesting tales of adventure and intrigue. He didn't want to sit and talk about all the people he took out since they last saw one another. He figured it would be a short visit, where he could formally say his farewells. He started to wonder if this was some kind of party or if it was just going to be the two of them. The idea of a party sounded positively awful to him.

Another thought crossed his mind and it was one that hadn’t come to mind for as long as he could remember: what was he going to wear?

He remembered Dom joking about wanting to see him in a suit. He laughed to himself, believing it to be absurd enough to give it a shot. It would be the last social thing he ever planned on doing to, so he went all in.
He was fitted for a suit later that day. The tailor gave him frightened looks until they saw the amount of credits he was able to freely spend.

"Make me look fuckin Calvin Klein in this." He joked.

"Calvin Klein, Sir?"

"Yea you know- fine? Fine, as in, good looking." He was irritated.

"Ah yes. Absolutely Sir." the tailor nodded.” The suit will be ready Thursday. It doesn't need much work. " The tailor told him.

"Right. Good then." Zaeed put all his armor back on and left hastily.

Zaeed had grown his hair out a few inches, wearing it long on top and a buzzed undercut all around. His hair had gone almost completely silver. He contemplated getting a haircut, but then decided against it. He stopped by his small apartment on the twentieth floor to rest a little, he had just gotten back from a particularly challenging contract that involved some serious hand to hand combat.

Friday arrived quickly. He shaved and put on his black suit and silky dark grey shirt, but when he went to put on the tie, he just didn't like it at all. He left a couple buttons open at the collar and felt pleased with that. He arranged and slicked his hair back with a solid lift at the root.

He had no idea what to expect, but he was glad to be able to properly see his way out of Shepard’s life. Zaeed held him in such high regard, as the ultimate bad-ass good guy. He was glad to have been a part of his team.

He arrived at the front door and looked around, there were no skycars other than what was most likely Shepard's upscale black vehicle. Did everyone else take a skycab as well?

He rang the bell and waited a few seconds. Dom opened the door, dressed up all in black. Fitted, black dress shirt, tidy black slacks that fit him in all the right places and a large black platinum watch. He shaved his face smooth and clean.

"The beard, it vanished." Zaeed made a gesture over his own face.

Dom laughed and summoned him in. He was just as he remembered him without the beard. He noticed the scar over his lip, it must have recently healed.

"You are lookin like a real bev now." Zaeed told him.

"I hope that is a good thing." Dom laughed.

"Handsome bloke." He said, maintaining a serious expression the entire time.

" Well, fuck, since we are being open, you look hot as hell in that get up. Not in a gay way. Sorry, if I upset you." Dom raised his hands up defensively.

"Don't be weird, Shep." He told him, sitting on the first chair he saw. Dom's place was ultra-modern, cold and eccentric, which surprised Zaeed. He imagined more of a modest look to the house.

“So you got yourself a turtledove?” Zaeed asked him, unbuttoning his tailored blazer.

Dom just chuckled.

“What. What is that?” He asked him, leaning back comfortably in the chair and crossing his leg over the other, ankle over thigh.

“I started dating Ashley for a while, few months, and that was a bad decision.” Dom told him, as he sat down on the chair facing him.

“I could’ve told you that. She’s a racist cunt.” Zaeed half-grinned.

“Yeah. Just not for me is all.” Dom said, throwing his elbow over of the back of the armchair.

“Can I offer you a drink? I don’t want to fuck up your sobriety or anything.” Dom asked him.

“Nah, drink or two is fine.” Zaeed told him. “Mind if I have a smoke?”

“Have to go on the terrace sorry, bro.” Dom told him, as he stood to get some cognac.

Zaeed stepped outside, he lit the cigarette and dragged on it, then put his tattooed, scarred hand in his pocket.
He squinted as the smoke went back in to his face a bit from the cool breeze. He started to wonder if he should stick around, at least stay in this Galaxy.
Two more long drags and he tossed it over the railing. Dom was checking his PDA as Zaeed walked back in and sat down.
“Calling over more people?” Zaeed asked him, taking up the drink he set aside for him.
“God no. I’m partied out for a while. No, I just wanted to see you. Maybe talk about old times?” Dom told him, looking up from the PDA at Zaeed.
“I’m gunna be honest with you, Dom. I don’t want to think back on the war anymore, I want to move on.” He told him as he drank just one gulp of the fine cognac.
“What the hell do we have in common then? So we saved the Galaxy and that’s it, peace out?” Dom asked him. He was getting visibly upset. “I have no fuckin clue why we both dressed up to the nines just to see each other. You especially. Holy hell, you look like a goddamn mobster king, just to come and have a chat.”
“Is that what we are having? A chat?” Zaeed snickered. “We already know everything about one another, there are no memories or stories left to ponder.”
Dom swallowed hard and looked down at his hands. “What about, new stuff? New memories or whatever the hell else.”
“Dom Shepard, are you asking me what I think you’re asking?” Zaeed locked his mismatched eyes on him.
Dom’s grew pale in the face, he quickly drank up the rest of his cognac.
“What am I asking you?” Dom asked quietly. He set his PDA down and avoided Zaeed’s gaze.
“You’ asking me to stay in your life?” Zaeed leaned forward, brought his hands together and placed both index fingers over his mouth.
“Yes-that is just what I am saying.” Dom was conspicuously jumping on that response.
Zaeed narrowed his eyes, “That’s really it.” It sounded more like a statement than a question.
“Listen, I’m going to be straight with you. There is no one in this Galaxy or the next that I would rather spend time with, than you.” Dom told him, still avoiding his stare.
“So… that sounds like something else entirely now.” Zaeed told him, leaning back once more.
Dom walked over to him and crouched down on his haunches at his side. “I love you.” He told him.
Zaeed pinched the bridge of his nose and then looked down at him. “Are you fuckin with me? What is this?”
“No, I had plenty of time to think about it, and that is just how I feel about you. When we just drifted apart and never bothered to locate one another, I figured it was meant to just end like that. Then I saw you and it all came rushing back.”
“How much did you drink before I got here?” He asked, sternly.
“Look, Massani, I’m not drunk and I’m not joking.” Dom couldn’t help but smile nervously as he looked up at him.
For the first time, Zaeed was flabbergasted. He had not idea how to react or what to say. Here was his spacebro, telling him he loved him in a romantic way.
“Hold on a tick, are you saying you love me as in man-to-man or as in you wanna bugger me?” His voice got gruffer and he furrowed his brows a little.
“How is that two different things?” Dom tried to keep from smiling. He was expecting a punch to the face or a kick in the gut, but stayed the course.
“VERY different things Captain.” He told him.
It was the first time Dom ever saw panic in Zaeed’s eyes.
“Look I know I am coming on strong, but I have to get it out before you leave. I don’t expect anything, except maybe a punch to the face or a kick in the nuts. I just—wanted you to know because I can’t live in denial any longer.” Dom told him as he stood and rerolled the sleeve of his silk shirt. “Do you have anything to say?”
“I don’t know what to say. How in the fuck could I have prepared for this, even if I already knew?” Zaeed told him. “I really should go. I appreciate the friendship we had, mate. I’d best be off.” Zaeed extended his hand.
Dom shook his hand, both wore the most intensely serious expressions. Zaeed unexpectedly pulled him in to a one-armed hug, roughly patting him on the back. Dom took a chance and buried his face against the side of his neck, imperceptibly inhaling his scent. It was the same as ever- masculine and exhilarating. Zaeed pulled away when he realized what Dom was doing. He roughly gripped the sides of Dom’s face and locked eyes with him.
“Why?” He asked him, with a pained look on his brutally scarred face.
“I’m sorry, I can’t talk myself out of it.” Dom told him, slipping his hands over Zaeed’s.
“How long has it been like this?” Zaeed moved his hands downward, to grip the sides of his neck.
“Probably a few months in to our partnership” Dom told him. “I have been suffering in silence for a long time, but I feel some relief knowing that you know.”
“How does me knowing about this help matters, Dom. For either of us?” He shook him once as he spoke. “Nobody loves me. It is impossible.” Zaeed told him, releasing him and heading to the door.
“I’m going to miss you so fucking much.” Dom told him, as he watched him leave.
Weeks went by and Dom was sent to Omega to look in to some unchecked gang’s activities, it was possible that the same gang was responsible for supplying much of Earth with a new and terrifying drug. Dom arrived on Omega, armed to the teeth with two other soldiers, soldiers he personally trained. Going to Omega was rough for him. Everything there made him think of Zaeed since that was where they met. He was obviously distracted.
“Captain, we good?” Ryan, his Lieutenant asked him.
“Yes. Thanks Lieutenant.”
Zaeed would’ve shoved him around a bit until he got his shit together. He went to see Aria at the Afterlife to ask her about the gang but she wasn’t there. Shepard and his team were directed to the upper tier residential section, where she lived most of the time. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they heard shouting. One voice definitely belonged to Aria, then there was a gunshot. “Hang back. Do not engage unless I say so. Watch this hall, I’m going in.”
“Sir, shouldn’t we-.” Sergeant Cole asked him.
“No.”
He walked crouched down, with his assault rifle ready.
Aria was laying on the ground in a pool of blood and there was a corpse of a Turian. Aria’s knife was jammed in his neck. The door to her apartment was open and Dom approached with caution. He began to scan over the place. He went up the stairs quickly, looking for a PDA or some type of intel. He found a PDA by her bed and set his gun down to hack it. Soundlessly, a strong arm hooked around his neck and pulled him back roughly. He fought tooth and nail to turn around, finally pointing the small handgun he was able to remove from his chest holster and shooting the assailant in the side. He was released, and took the opportunity to tear his helmet off so that his line of sight wasn’t obstructed.
The apartment was very dark, except for a few red lights running along the ceiling, giving it a seedy strip club feel.
“What the fuck, Shepard.” His attacker was Zaeed. He removed his chest piece and felt around the wound, he pulled the superficially inserted bullet from his flesh, then put his armor back on.
“What are you doing here?” Dom asked him.
“Contract to take Aria out.” Zaeed replied curtly.
“You are fucking kidding.”
“Absolutely not.” Zaeed was serious as ever.
“Who the hell would have the balls to hire that hit?” Dom was intrigued.
“Your boss.” He said, removing his helmet.
“Well fuck. I needed intel from her about the newest gang activity.”
“Don’t bother. The leader is dead out there. It’s a fledgling gang made up of Blood Pack and lone criminals. They’ll just run back to their former masters, tail between their legs.”
“I guess.” Dom said, holstering his gun.
Zaeed stared at him.
“What?” Dom asked him, going for his helmet again.
Zaeed kicked it further away.
“Dick move man.” Dom told him, as he went over to pick it up. He grabbed it up and Zaeed shoved him against the wall, slamming him by the shoulders against it a couple of times.
He gripped him firmly under his chin with a massive, gloved hand and brought his face within a couple inches of Dom’s.
“We have to stop running in to one another.” He told him, grinding his molars together.
“Yeah? Why?” Dom asked him, pressing against his assaulting hand to get closer.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Zaeed rasped.
Dom gripped him around the back of his strong neck and pressed their lips together.
Zaeed tried to break away, but within moments it seemed as though it wasn’t Dom’s grip holding him hostage, it was his own will breaking down.
He moved his hand over Dom’s throat and initiated an even more desperate lip-lock. He was pressing his body against Dom’s, armored hips grinding hard against one another.
“Ah fuck, I can’t drop gloves on this.” Zaeed said, with a hushed tone against his ear.
"I can't believe this is really happening." Dom said breathlessly.

Zaeed distanced himself a little and slapped him hard, leaving a mark over Dom's cheek.

"Ah what the hell?"

"Not dreaming. “ Zaeed pulled him close again.

Dom looked at him with his eyes watering a little from the slap. He gripped Zaeed around the base of his skull and pulled him into a rough and hungry kiss. His face still stung as he ran his tongue over Zaeeds scarred lips.
"So, we fuckin on a dead crime boss's bed then?" Zaeed asked him, grabbing his ass hard enough so that Dom could feel it a little through his light armor.

"I don't give a shit where this goes down." Dom replied.

"Captain! We got incoming." The Sargeant said over the earcom.

"Fuck. We got company." Dom told Zaeed.

They grabbed up their helmets and put them on as they ran out of the apartment. A handful of Aria's bodyguards were holding a standoff with Dom's squad.

"What in the hell is going on here?" Dom asked them.

The Turian standing at the forefront looked right at him, eyes fixated on the N7 logo brandished on Dom's armor.

"Commander Shepard. What are you doing here?" He asked him.

"That's Captain. I was responding to an issue here on Omega. Wanted to speak with Aria and came upon her arguing with a merc. Zaeed saw what was happening first and rushed to try and stop it. The next thing, she’s dead on the ground with the Turian.

"Wait, are you telling me Zaeed Massani rushed to help someone? I call bullshit."

"He and I had a mission, he was just doing his job."

"Well your boy here is bad news. Could be a set up." The Turian said pointing at Zaeed.

"Keep pointing and I will shoot your goddamn hand off." Zaeed told him, taking a lunging step forward with one foot.

"Everyone calm down. There will be splinter gangs coming to take the throne now. You need a temporary placeholder. I vote for the merc king himself to take charge." Dom said.

The Krogan in massive red armor stepped forward. "I second that. He is suited for the job. Everyone in the underworld knows about his accomplishments."

The two others nodded in agreement.

"I won't allow this. As a former Blue Suns member, I know this man can not be trusted."

"Ah shit." Dom said under his breath.

Zaeed hauled off and punched him, sending him straight to the ground.

"Wrong thing to say mate.” Zaeed flashed his teeth, before pulling his gun out and shooting him between the eyes.

"You don't talk about the blue suns around him." Dom told them.

The guards dispersed and Dom's soldiers stood at ease.

"So why am I in charge now?" Zaeed asked, holstering his hand-cannon.

"Your actions speak for themselves. Enjoy the crown. You deserve one."

The two squadmates looked at each other, bewildered.

"Let's move out. We have some pests to take care of." Dom ordered.

They ran on ahead and Dom turned to Zaeed, pulling him close by his pauldrons. They touched noses for a moment. "I will come back after the slums have been cleared of insurgents." Dom told him. He wanted to kiss him, but the cameras would have caught it.

"Wait, I’m coming along for the ride." Zaeed told him.

Dom smiled at him. "There he is."

The rebels were waiting for them the moment they stepped out of the elevator. His Lieutenant took a slug to the leg. Dom rushed over to him, pulling him to cover. There was a hailstorm of bullets. There were 20 or 25 of them. His Sergeant didn't take cover in time and got hit in the shoulder. Dom was pinned down by a sniper, he stealthed and took him out with his omni-blade.

Zaeed was dual wielding hand-cannons, shredding so many of them. Dom was stealthily behind the enemy line, slicing whomever he could in to pieces. One of the rebels saw him and shot him, grazing his throat. Dom pretended to be hit and dropped down. As soon as the Batarian walked over to finish him, Dom drew a weapon and blasted his head off.

He was baptized in blood and gore. Zaeed rushed over to him, pulling him up with one arm. The remaining few started to retreat so the two of them ran after them, engaging in a final showdown. Zaeed was shot in the shoulder and continued to fire but with his other arm.

He walked over to the last one, she was screaming and squirming from her wounds. He put his heavy boot over her neck and crushed it.

Dom staggered over to him. "Well that was pretty fucking insane. I think we got them." He was catching his breath.

Zaeed didn't even break a sweat. He was in his element. Dom slowly pulled his helmet off and sat on a stack of crates. There was blood everywhere, it was a massacre.

"HQ come in. This is Captain Shepard. Mission 5640 Omega. Got two officers down." He spoke in to his earcom.

The Alliance sent medics and soldiers from the nearest planet to help.
Both officers were able to move and talk just fine. After they were both patched up, the area was roped off and cleaners came through..

"So what the hell happens now? I have to stay here? I don't want to live in Aria’s old dive. " Zaeed told him.

"So get a new apartment with more security measures."

"You know they have seen us working together, they may think I am an alliance puppet."

"They won't. Just tell them we are fuck buddies if they really get nosey. That will throw them off."

"Seriously that comfortable saying that when we haven't even seen each other's arses yet ?"

"What, you think you will be disappointed when you do see it?" Dom asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"That armor leaves little to the imagination in some areas and I've also copped a feel back there. So I know I won't be disappointed." Zaeed winked at him.

"How are we so fuckin gay for each other so naturally?"

"No, you’re the pansy, not me. I was just returning your affection." Zaeed responded with a laugh at Dom's question.

"You get settled. I have to report back to the Admiral."

Unfortunately, with all the reports and files to go through, Dom didn't return to Omega for two weeks. There were new guards donning new and improved armor and weapons. No one was lingering around outside the club. Everything was cleared away, almost as if martial law was instated.

"What do you want?" An elder Krogan guard asked him.

"Here to see the King." Dom told him.

"No dice."

"I wasn't asking." Dom told him, stepping closer. "Tell him Shepard is here."

The Krogan spoke in to his earcom and four Krogan guards came out of the large doors of the Afterlife. They all aimed at Dom. Dom didn't want any trouble as he was completely outgunned.

"You are coming with us. Hands behind your back." The first Krogan ordered.

They roughly slapped some cuffs on his wrists and led him in to the club.
Nothing changed except there was far more security and almost exclusively Krogan veterans.

"Well shit, this place got intimidating." Dom shouted over the music.

They ignored him and led him up some stairs and into a room he never saw before. They pushed him in and left. The extremely thick steel door closed and he was left in a dimly lit room where the walls were lined with exquisite firearms. Dom got a little hard looking at all the weapons.

"Took you long enough." Zaeed told him, as he walked out of another room off to the side.

"Fuck man I was worried someone else was in charge."

"You put too much trust in me sometimes, Dom." He told him. He was wearing black armor and had a handgun holstered. "I find it so unusual that you didn’t question me more about why I was here that day." Zaeed told him, as he walked around him, looking him up and down.

"What the hell Zaeed, take these cuffs off."

"Who killed who that day? Zaeed continued.

"Alright tell me what happened?" Dom just wanted his arms free.

"I set up a meeting between her and her greatest opposition. Took them both down, and you played so beautifully in to the scheme. I needed you to help crush the remaining rebels."

"Why are you fuckin with me like this?" Dom narrowed his eyes.
"Because you are the good guy and I'm...the bad guy." He grinned at him, showing off his silver teeth.

"So what the hell happens now?"

"You put that crown on my head and I like it..a lot."

"Looks like shit's in order that's for sure. But if you become a threat to the Galaxy, the Alliance will be forced to take you down." Dom told him, struggling in the cuffs.

Zaeed grabbed him by the hips and pulled him close.

"You aren't going to remove these cuffs are you." Dom asked him.

"Probably not." he chuckled in his throat. "They suit you so well."

"Ah fuck. Come on. So you were playing me this whole time?" Dom threw his head back in disbelief.

Zaeed pressed his forehead to Dom's and looked him in the eyes.

"I had to bring you in like this. What would everyone think. Me giving you, a high-ranking Allliance officer, a casual private audience? " He told him, placing his fingers around Dom's throat, he kissed him on the lips gently.

The kiss grew hard and desperate and Dom caved quickly, returning the enthusiastic embrace.

"I want my arms around you, my fingers in your hair." Dom told him.

Zaeed had the keys all along. "Don’t do anything daft. " he told him, as he walked behind him and opened the cuffs. Immediately, Dom turned and lunged at him, pulling him in to a bone-crushing embrace. He started furiously kissing Zaeed all over his face.

"Hold on. Keep your shirt on, boyo. Fuck, I have never been sexually assaulted before." He was able to reciprocate a few of the kisses but Dom was unrelenting.

"Sorry, I am just relieved you didn't turn villain on me."

"I am a dodgey geezer." He gripped Dom by the throat, keeping him at bay.
Dom went in to kiss him again but Zaeed wasn't having it. He threw him over his shoulder and took him in to his bedroom.

"Time to fuck each other." He told him, as he tossed him down.

Dom quickly removed his own armor, until he was shirtless in red boxer briefs.

"Well that's not the boy-scout I met." Zaeed said, looking down at him. His body was bulky with muscle, incredibly sculpted with a large skull tattoo on his smooth chest. His large dick was barely contained in the thin cotton underwear he had on.

"All of it- off." Zaeed ordered him.

"You can't order me around." Dom wore a sexy, smug look.

"This is my domain boy." That demanding tone he took had Dom's engines going.

"You have to meet me halfway." Dom told him.

Zaeed unhooked his chest-plate and wrenched it off, then the bottom half.
He was wearing black athletic attire underneath. Dom got up on to his knees at the edge of the bed and threw his arms around Zaeed’s strong shoulders. Dom slipped his hand up Zaeed's fitted shirt and felt a little fur on his chest.

"Oh fuck, I love this." Dom said, seductively in to his ear.

Zaeed wore an amused look and he tried to hide his embarrassment.
Dom ran his fingers through the lush patch of soft chest hair. Zaeed cupped his hand loosely over his throat and forced him to face him.
He claimed his mouth with his own. Dom timidly placed his hand palm down, against the large bulge concealed within Zaeed's joggers. It was getting harder as Dom ran the knuckle of his index finger over it a few times.

"You really want to wake the beast? Even I don't know what will happen." He looked Dom in the eyes.

Dom grabbed Zaeed's dick, as much of it as he could fit in to his hand and shook it. Zaeed exhaled strongly from his nostrils as the sensation was becoming too intense to ignore.

Zaeed pulled his shirt off and he was just as glorious as Dom imagined. Defined, bulked up physique, extremely chiseled and lean. He had silver chest hair in all the right places and a tantalizing happy trail.

"I have to meet your dick before we proceed." Dom told him, as he ran his hands all over Zaeed’s copious amounts of tattoos, some heavily faded with time. He slid his hands up the side of Zaeed’s neck and kissed him just under his lips. Zaeed pulled his joggers off, and his ample cock bounced up as he pulled his other muscular leg out of the pants.

"I am afraid of that monstrous dick of yours." Dom acted as if he was playing around, but in truth he was just as terrified as he was eager about having that inside him.

"There is no rush buttercup. Take in as much as you can."

"Not sure my mind will be able to keep control over my greedy body." Dom told him.

Zaeed sat next to him at the foot of the bed. Almost immediately, Dom knelt in front on him on the floor and wrapped his hand around Zaeed's manhood. He planned on destroying his throat with it. He started off just sucking on the first couple inches. Teasing the warm, soft flesh with his tongue. Once he felt used to it being in his mouth, he thrust it in deeper. He felt Zaeed's hefty thighs tense against his palms and squeezed the hard flesh with his fingers to assure him.

He swallowed more of it until he gagged. Zaeed didn't allow him to pull away, he kept him firmly in place with a powerful hand over the top of his head. Dom adjusted his neck and jaw muscles to open his throat up more. Another two inches in and he realized there was no more room to shove the last few inches in. He gripped the hilt tightly and sucked harder, causing maximum friction between the motion of his hand and the direction in which he was bringing his mouth up and down over the shaft. He tasted the precum that emerged from the tip.
Just a couple minutes of bliss and Zaeed abruptly removed himself from Dom’s heavenly mouth.

"Almost caused me to melt there." He told him, panting.

His hefty member was dripping with precum. He stood up and pushed Dom on to the bed.

“Do you have anything that can be used as lubrication?" Dom asked him.

"All I got is gun grease, no chemicals or dyes in it though which is a plus.”

Dom nodded in agreement.

"You will have to use a lot of it on that shotgun of yours." Dom joked.

Zaeed just brushed it off and slicked his hard dick up thoroughly. The main focus was getting Dom's ass as ready as it can be.

"Get on your hands and knees." He told him.

Slowly he stuck one lubed finger in to Dom's unbelievably tight asshole. It sucked Zaeed's finger in greedily and then pushed it out angrily as he removed it. He went in with two fingers and remarkably, Dom was quiet.

"This isn't hurting you?" He asked him.

"All good." Dom said, propping himself up on to his elbows and sticking his sensational ass up more.

"Ready, my King." Dom panted.

Zaeed flipped him over on to his back and got between his legs aggressively, lifting them up and apart. He pressed the tip of his enormous cock passed the tight ring of tissue and immediately felt as if his dick was getting sucked in to the warm fleshy canal. He drove in slowly and about 4 inches in Dom couldn't help but whimper softly against the back of his own hand. Zaeed realized he was neglecting him and leaned down, lifting his head up a bit with one strong hand around the base of his skull, he kissed him passionately. As the caressing continued, Zaeed slid in more. Dom moaned open-mouthed against the side of Zaeed's face

Zaeed moved away a little so he could look at him. Driving in deeper still, Dom grimaced and bit down hard on his lower lip. He whined as Zaeed began to thrust in and out with much more enthusiastic force. Dom laughed breathlessly and smiled as he relaxed and got more accustomed to being filled with Zaeed's shaft.

Zaeed pushed his legs back a little more so he could lean down and kiss him again as Dom kept begging to be kissed and held tightly. It helped him get used to any discomfort.

"I got you, sweetheart." Zaeed said, barely louder than a whisper, as he nuzzled Dom against the side of his neck.

A few unanticipated tears trickled from Dom's gorgeous blue eyes. Zaeed stopped entering him.

"Shh." Zaeed told him. "You need me to stop?"

"No. Please, I need you. Just thinking how much I don't deserve you." Dom wiped the tears away.

"That is rubbish, and surely you know that. I have to admit, I thought this wouldn't go well at all, but you are just so fuckable right away."

"Well it helps that you arouse me so completely. Mentally, emotionally and physically. There is no need to be gentle with me. That isn't who you are. Just take me however you like. "

Zaeed gave him one more hard kiss then sat upright still inside Dom. He started to drive in hard. He waited to see if Dom was ok with intensity before beginning to pound him harder. He was screwing him with fervor and Dom just moaned and hummed in his throat here and there as he bit down on his fist.

He flipped him over on to all fours and drove back in, enjoying his fantastically tight ass. He was getting so close, but he forced himself to slow down so he could play around with Dom's rigid dick. Dom didn't complain at all about the mostly one sided fuck, he was enjoying it immensely. He stopped Zaeed from pleasuring him, and pushed his ass up against his loins, taking him to the hilt. He moaned once very loudly, as it pressed against his sensitive spot.

"Ah fuck. There it is." He gasped, burying his face in to the bedding.

Zaeed was overwhelmed with arousal as Dom moved up against him, teasing and manipulating his cock with his asshole. He took the cue and rocked in and out of him all the way, knocking hard against his prostate.

"Mmm, more." Dom didn’t hold back with the desperate pleas.

Zaeed found the perfect pace to pound him roughly and delight the both of them. He was shocked at how violently Dom wanted to be taken. He realized that it couldn't have been his first time by a long shot. Zaeed leaned forward and sunk his teeth in to Dom's back as he came fiercely inside him.

"Fuckin ace" He panted, trying not to collapse on to Dom. He pulled out slowly once the rush of shivers passed over him and laid next to him.
Dom kissed his slightly damp forehead.

"You worked hard for me." Dom told him.

"Except, I didn't do shit for you. I wanted to get you off." He told him, grabbing a cigarette and lighting up.

"I don't have to physically cum to get off. Feeling you inside, the desperate hold you had on my legs and hips. Your massive hands anxiously pawing at me. It was more than enough."

"The way you describe it, I can't tell who is actually giving and taking." He wore a serious look. "I just can't believe how welcoming and conditioned your body is."

"Listen Zaeed. You lied about why you were here because you really just had your eye on running Omega. Well, I lied to you as well." He told him, gently playing around with the silver hair on his chest.

"Well, spit it out, luv." He said, resting his strong arm up behind his head, flexing his impressive biceps in the process.

"This wasn't my first time with a man."

"You don't say?" He laughed in his chest and then took a long drag, caving his chiseled cheekbones even more.

"Right after the Reaper war ended, Kaidan and I starting going out. It got serious for just over a year, then he wanted to get married. I just wasn't for it because I realized I didn't love him enough. Then by accident a superior officer and I ended up hooking up a few times."

"How does one accidentally do something like that a few times? And who are you talking about?" Zaeed asked him, sitting up and grabbing his arm.

"It ended a few months ago. We both agreed it that couldn't happen anymore." Dom tried to hide his sorrow.

"Are you talking about the old Admiral?" Zaeed looked at him in disbelief.

"What can I say? Without you in my life my weakness was much older men in positions of power. I didn’t even know until… you know it happened."

"Fuck how many men did you bugger on their way to the cemetery." Zaeed flopped back down on to the bed. "Shit, is that how you got Anderson's swank apartment?"

"Hell no! That man was an honorable soldier in love with his wife and he was like a father to me." Dom narrowed his eyes and took the cigarette from Zaeed’s mouth. He took a confident puff off of it, then handed it back.

“Definitely not the boy scout I thought you were.” He looked impressed. "I know why you have that, um, kink, you never had a Pop in your life so you are looking for one now."

"Take it easy. I have always wanted to be with you, I just never imagined you would ever go along with it. It is still so surreal to me that we just fucked and we embrace and talk... it is incredible."

"Why didn't you just tell me."

"What- tell you when we are both good and fired up to fuck that I have been with several other men, most of the time wishing it was you that I was in bed with?"

"Fair enough. If I would've known I wouldn’t tiptoed around trying not to hurt you."

"You will have plenty of other opportunities to hate fuck me if you like." He told him, laying his head down on Zaeed’s chest.

"I should have seen the red flags when that hard slap got your dick twitchin'." He took a couple more drags, the put then cigarette out on his tongue.

"How did you know that?" Dom moved up and nested his head under Zaeed’s chin.

"That kiss you gave me. Practically sucked my damned soul out." He smirked at him.

“I would have gladly sucked something else for you, but we weren’t there yet.” Dom told him.

“Get some rest. I got some business to attend to.” He slapped Dom’s face gently, coaxing him to move.

“Fuck you.” Dom smiled with tired eyes.
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