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Losses and Gains
By : X3n09
Category: +M through R > Mass Effect
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Disclaimer: Mass Effect is Bioware's
Chapter List
- 1-The Meeting
- 1
Misc warning: Foot fetish/foot job, uniform fetish, body worship, explicit language

"I am pleased that you were willing to stop by and talk. I just have a few things to address with you." Admiral Hackett rested his gloved hands on top of his large black marble desk. The walls were lined with plaques and medals of recognition and praises of his valor and bravery. He was truly an accomplished military man, honorable, bold and disciplined.

He removed his hat with grace and placed it down in front of himself. His hair was heavily peppered with radiant silver strands, just like his closely trimmed beard. The signs of age were evident around his eyes, lines reflecting everything he had lived through thus far. The collar of his uniform covered all of his neck and just missed pressing up under the chin. He looked as perfect as a picture.

Zaeed sat comfortably before him in full black and red armor, and set his helmet on the edge of Hackett's desk.

"No problem, boss." He responded in his usual gruff voice.

Hackett offered him a cigarette, which Zaeed accepted. Hackett got up off his chair just enough to lean forward and light Zaeed’s cigarette for him.

"I wanted to extend my sincerest gratitude toward all that you did for the war effort. You were there for Commander Shepard, guiding and aiding him all along the way, you kept him focused and alert. Of all the squad mates he had, he confided in me, saying you were the closest to a friend he ever had. He trusted you, Massani. That is a rare thing especially from a cynical renegade like he was. He will be greatly missed." Hackett told Zaeed.

"Just doing my job." He replied, taking a long drag on the cigarette, caving his cheeks at the cheekbones, accentuating them and making his scarred up face appear gaunter.

"Indeed. Tell me about your run with the Alliance." Hackett asked him, narrowing his eyes a bit in thought as he looked right at Zaeed.

Zaeed wiped his mouth with the palm of his scarred, tattooed hand as if trying to think of what to say.

"That was a hundred years ago." He laughed deep in his chest.

"I just want to know more about you. It is curious that we never crossed paths even though our lives should have intersected many times. " Hackett told to him.

"Alright then, at barely eighteen I joined up. I was tired of fighting with the fuckin gangs on the streets. I became disciplined and loved the hard training. It all gave me a sense of purpose for the first time in my wretched life." He chuckled and smoked again.

Slowly releasing the smoke through his nose, he continued. "All went to hell though the day I met Travis. I was on patrol, checking in to some band of cunty smugglers, and he was one of them. My squad ended up in a firefight with them, gunned down all but him and some other bloke. I respected the level of bravery they showed, mean bastards really. Not even sure how, but once Travis was released on good behavior, we became friends. He was always wanting to get me in on the action, had all types of sordid and shady contacts and deals. I just fucked off and did my business with the Alliance. The line was drawn for me the day Travis wasn't lucky anymore and was taken out by an Alliance team. He wasn’t even bloody armed. That fucked me up hard, I started partaking in a lot of spirits if you catch me." Zaeed paused again, running his calloused hand through his short silver hair.

"Long story short, I left the military and took up some small time contracts. I caught the attention of several upstart gangs, one of those in particular piqued my interest. An organized, but small group of nameless mercs. The unofficial leader, Vido recruited me after several months of trying to convince me to join. We got on famously. Crazy bastard and a natural leader, he dubbed me his Lieutenant and together we officially founded the Blue Suns, hence the ink." Zaeed pointed a finger at the emblem on his throat. "Things went south pretty hasty-like." His cockney accent seemed to get thicker as he reminisced.

"Why?" Hackett asked him, removing his gloves and setting them down, he was studying Zaeed's face intently.

"He wanted to start up with human trafficking. I draw the fucking line there as I have a very personal experience with it, having been sold for labor myself." Zaeed told him, his face was void of emotion.

Hackett nodded as he continued to listen.

"I ended up with a bullet blast to the face when my vote didn't match his. Left for dead by all my supposed mates. "He told him, leaving the cigarette between his scarred lips.

He leaned forward with a dark look in his eyes. "As I laid there, drowning in my own blood, all I could feel was that rage deep within. It made me feel so violently ill that I temporarily forgot my pain, forgot that I was dying. All I wanted to do was stand up and rip all their fucking heads off with my bare hands."

"What in the hell did you do, how did you survive?" Hackett asked him, genuinely drawn in by his story.

"I can't remember. A group of Turians who found me, I was in the dark for months as they reconstructed my face. I didn't know who I was. Just some stranger stumbling around drunk in the darkness of his own thoughts. A year later, I picked myself up and gathered a couple other bandits to do a job. It ended poorly for them, but I was running on a string of luck after that. I fixed my own fucked up mind and focused, then Cerberus put me on their payroll and the rest is history."

"I am no stranger to loss but never anything like you dealt with. I see what has shaped you in to who you are today. I never had time to connect with anyone on a personal level Zaeed. This is sincerely the most time I have spent in a personal conversation." Hackett told him, leaning back.

"Not married? No kids?" Zaeed asked him, putting the cigarette out on his tongue.

"Heavens no. I am married to my career. I have never fraternized in any way, even when younger."

"No one is too busy to fuck, Admiral." Zaeed chuckled in his throat.

"I didn't hear anything about you consorting with anyone intimately." The Admiral told him, with a stern look.

"While it wasn't important to me, I certainly did. First time and a few times after, I was with Travis, then semi hooked up with an Asari merc. She was a cunt who betrayed me within a couple weeks, dead as hell now by my hand. Gotta tell you, that mental shit they are known for wasn't for me anyway." Zaeed told him, crossing his arms.

"Did I make you uncomfortable with my question?" The Admiral asked him, giving him a downward gaze. He was an expert at reading body language, but so was Zaeed, who noted Hackett’s subtle brow raising when he found out Zaeed was sexually experienced with men.

"Anything else you want to ask me, boss?" He gave him a crooked smile.

"How close were you to Shepard?" He tried to remain stone-faced, but Zaeed saw him shift uneasily in his chair.

"No comment." Zaeed was just playing games at that point. "What does it matter?"

"I just want to know, so that I may finally put any doubts to rest."

"What doubts?" Zaeed stood and walked over to Hackett, crossing over on to his side. "It doesn't matter, Admiral. He was a hell of a soldier and a fiercely loyal mate." Zaeed put his hand on Hackett's uniformed shoulder, and then looked down at him. "Why am I really here, Steven?" He asked in a deeper, hushed voice.

The Admiral stood and Zaeed grabbed him around the back of his neck, gripping his flesh firmly. The Admiral put his hands around Zaeed's wrists, about to pull them off but Zaeed was too quick. He pressed his lips to Hackett's, sliding his arms down and pulling him close with his large hands pressed hard against the small of his back. He pushed Zaeed away with a look of muted shock.

"What in the fuck are you doing?" He asked angrily.

Zaeed gave him a cool look, but there was a spark of something chaotic in his mismatched eyes. Without warning, Hackett took ahold of Zaeed’s chest plate and pulled him in to a desperate and angry lip lock. Zaeed cupped his palm over the side of Hackett's neck and squeezed. He couldn't touch his bare skin as he was covered with his uniform. He maneuvered his hand so that he could slip his fingers in to the small slit of an opening at the collar. He caressed what little skin he could touch.

"What the hell are we doing?" Hackett asked him, his deep blue eyes shimmered.

Zaeed traced the solitary scar down Hackett's face, with his coarse index finger. He stopped right at his upper lip and then leaned in, kissing him hungrily once more.

"Why don't you tell me, boss?" He rasped. "You called me here. So here I am." He stretched his arms out at his sides.

Hackett grabbed him by his armored hips and pulled him close. Zaeed held Hackett's face in his hands and then pushed him up on to the desk. He forced himself between Hackett's legs, pawing and rubbing his thighs up and down, through his uniform.

"How could you have possibly figured out that I was a fuckin’ queer?" Zaeed asked him, keeping himself pressed against Hackett, as Hackett sat on the edge of the desk.

"I am very skilled at reading between the lines and connected some dots in the reports about you. Also, Shepard confided in me about your relationship with him. You intrigue me Zaeed." He told him, keeping him close by the hips.

"Well, if you spoke with Shepard about him and I, there shouldn’t be any connecting of the dots needed. You and I are on opposite sides Steven. I am the bad guy remember?" Zaeed smiled faintly.

"I don't give a shit." Hackett gave him a confident smirk. He looked Zaeed up and down, "you want me to arrest you?"

"Maybe." He growled, as he pressed his face against the side of Hackett's neck, inhaling his alluring scent of pine and lavender. "You even smell fuckin perfect." He said in a deeper, strained voice.

"It would be very easy to slap some restraints on you." Hackett was clearly in to the idea.

"Even clapped in irons, I would still overpower you...Admiral. They don't teach you how to fight dirty in the Alliance military." He joked, stepping back just a little.

“Well, it comes naturally to you I’m sure.” Hackett told him with a hint of deviousness in his brilliant blue eyes.
“Enough fuckin’ talking.” Zaeed told him, as he worked at unbuttoning Hackett’s intricate uniform.
Hackett pushed his fumbling hands away arrogantly, and unbuttoned his own coat. He pulled it off, revealing a fitted black tank top underneath. He wore a flat platinum chain around his neck. Zaeed gripped him roughly by the thick straps of his top and pulled him close again, he loomed closely as if about to initiate another kiss, but stopped before making actual contact.
“You enjoy playing games don’t you merc.” Hackett said, quietly against Zaeed’s lips, he was grinding his molars, as his patience was running thin.
Zaeed kept his face just a couple inches from Hackett’s as he raised his index finger and pressed it against Hackett’s lips. He shushed him, as a cat-like grin curled up at the corners of his lips. There was so much that he wanted to do with him, having spent just a small amount of time with him, he felt very connected to him already. They were just as similar as they were different from one another and it captivated him greatly.
The idea that Hackett could have him locked up on a prison ship for the rest of his life, or even have him executed made him feel like he was playing with fire and he was certainly a pyromaniac.
“I should have you locked up for torturing me.” Hackett told him, looking him square in the eyes.
“Promise you’ll visit in that lush uniform of yours, it makes you look fuckin smashing.” He continued to grip Hackett by the shirt.
Zaeed surprised Hackett as he realized he went right to undoing his pants while spinning his cockney rhymes. He didn’t bother with any touching or teasing, he slid his hand right in, cupping his hand roughly around Hackett’s balls. The grip was firm and unexpected, causing Hackett to grunt in his throat. Zaeed tilted his head and bit Hackett on the ear, as he moved his hand around to grip Hackett by the dick. It was hard as hell and very sensitive, having been denied for decades.
“Fuck you have a huge corey on you.” Zaeed whispered directly in to his ear.
Hackett just laughed softly and a bit of pink flushed over his cheeks., he quickly tried to hide his reaction. Zaeed pulled Hackett’s length out, and spat in his palm a few times before he continued to pleasure Hackett. Hackett’s wall was tough to break through, but Zaeed was persistent. He had Hackett panting against his shoulder after a couple of minutes. Hackett had to stop him, as his body was surrendering far too quickly.
“So how does this work then Zaeed? Who is fucking whom?” He asked him, gripping the back of Zaeed’s neck and forcing him to focus.
“There is only one way this is going, luv.” He told him with an egotistical glance.
“Does anything about me actually say that I would be the bottom? Any signs at all?” Hackett told him as he roughly pointed his own finger to his chest.
“You’re elegant, soft-spoken and refined.” Zaeed told him, trying to rationalize. “Quite honestly a bit man-pretty. And you wear gloves.”
“Seriously? So do you.” Hackett told him, somehow forgetting he had desperately stiff cock.
“Armored ones yes. You have delicate, fitted ones. They really accentuate your alluring fingers.”
“What the fuck man. Me, pretty? Delicate?” Hackett couldn’t help but laugh quite hard.
Zaeed was enjoying his amusement. “You look even more charming when you smile, and I don’t normally go for that shit.” He told him.
Hackett stopped and looked at him. He couldn’t remember the last time he was happy, or at least truly enjoying himself.
“So are we doing this then?” Hackett told him, pulling him close. “You can’t fuck me in all this armor, something has to come off.”
Zaeed grabbed a hold of Hackett’s shirt and tore it open.
“Holy shit.” Hackett gasped, as he felt Zaeed’s knuckles slam hard against his chest, when he ripped the material apart. Zaeed wrapped one arm around Hackett’s waist and lifted him off the desk enough to shimmy his pants off. He got on one knee and pulled his leather boots off and then the trousers. He was wearing sock garters and Zaeed snapped them off with his teeth as he ran his hand up and down Hackett’s lean and muscular calves. He went and pulled up a chair in front of him before taking Hackett’s socks off. Hackett looked down at him from the desk curiously.
“Something I have been wanting to try with you since I first looked down at your boots and fantasized about what your feet must look like inside them.
“That’s…that’s different.” Hackett furrowed his brows a bit, he was thoroughly intrigued.
He lifted Hackett’s leg up, grasping him tightly by the foot, as he massaged the entire heel with skillful fingers, he leaned down and sucked on Hackett’s big toe.
“What are you doing?” He laughed nervously.
Zaeed enthusiastically sucked on and licked Hackett’s remarkably perfect toes. He practically stuck several of them up his nose to smell them.
“That’s...” Hackett stopped talking as he was getting aroused by the strange shit Zaeed was pulling.
He did similar things to Hackett’s other foot, but paid extra attention to the last two toes that had obviously been broken at some point. He took a few moments to remove his suit of armor and Hackett keenly watched him. He studied all the artwork inked under his scarred and battered skin. There were scars, gashes, even holes in his body. Hackett scolded himself for wanting to trace all of it with his tongue.
He leaned back in the chair, only in his black boxer briefs and pressed Hackett’s naked foot against his clothed dick. Hackett tried to pull his leg away, but Zaeed held him firmly by the leg. He pressed his foot in deeper, crushing his own cock with Hackett’s foot. His manhood was enormous, Hackett could tell just by how much area he had to cover with his foot.
“Ah fuck.” Zaeed rasped, as he moved Hackett’s whole heel over his hard dick. His ever-serious expression softened a bit as his scarred eyebrows loosened. “Just let me have it, Admiral.” He told him huskily. Hackett was scolding himself for getting so turned on by what he viewed as a deviant act. He took control of his foot and Zaeed just gently placed his hand over it. Hackett proceeded to masturbate him with his foot, alternating between a gentle, stroking tease and an abrupt hard press and rub.
Zaeed couldn’t hold out any longer, he got out of the chair and pulled Hackett off the desk.
He sniffed and ordered the Admiral to bend over.
Hackett hesitated, but then Zaeed started physically wrestling with him to get him to turn around and bend over. He was digging his powerful fingers in to his flesh painfully, and Hackett found it in his best interest to obey for the time being. Zaeed pulled him close around the thighs, bumping his ass against Zaeed’s sheathed monster cock.
“Fuck. Zaeed I don’t think I can take that.” He told him, feeling a bit afraid for the first time in his life.
“We’ll make it work.” Zaeed rasped, as he got down on his knees behind Hackett. “I imagine you keep yourself clean?”
“Why the hell would you ask that? And of course I do.” Hackett barely finished the question, as Zaeed grabbed an ass cheek with each hand, spreading them apart.
“Stop.” He said firmly, but Zaeed loved disobeying him.
“Clean as a fuckin whistle.” He told Hackett, still roughly gripping him by the ass cheeks.
Zaeed surprised him with a tongue up the ass.
“Hell no. This is so damn wrong.” Hackett was a prisoner in Zaeed’s grasp and the sensations that Zaeed’s powerful, wet tongue were creating was hard to fight. Hackett pressed his chest and abdomen against the cold stone desk, as he stopped fighting it.
Zaeed spat on Hackett’s exposed hole several times, before straightening his back. He pressed his upright cock against Hackett’s crack and rubbed up against it a few times. Then he hooked his tattooed hand around the front of Hackett’s throat, pulling him up to kiss him over the shoulder. He stuck his tongue in to Hackett’s mouth, rolling it around aggressively forcing Hackett to respond in kind. He squeezed Hackett’s windpipe just a little, to get his heart racing. Zaeed pulled him away from the desk just enough to grip him by the dick, immediately pumping it with vigor.
Hackett panted in to his mouth as they continued the open-mouthed kiss. As they ended the kiss with closed lips, Zaeed pushed him back down again. He let Hackett’s dick go, as he gripped his own right at the hilt, squeezing and shaking it to full mast. He pushed one ass cheek away and spat on his dick and the Admiral’s crack several more times. Slowly, he pushed the ample-sized head beyond the tight, puckered hole. The tension was irresistible, he stopped guiding his dick, as it was hard enough to penetrate without help, so he gripped him by the haunches.
“Fuck this hurts, and I have been stabbed and shot before.” Hackett said quietly, trying to focus on anything but the pain.
Without warning, Zaeed thrust in deeply and Hackett bit his own fist, as he rested the side of his face against the desk.
Zaaed gripped his one shoulder with his hand keeping him in place as he fucked him harder. He pulled him in closer to gain access to Hackett’s hard, bouncing dick once more. He teased and tugged at Hackett’s shaft, occasionally sucking on his own fingers and spitting in his palm to keep his hand moist. Hackett felt as if he was going to melt, Zaeed was sending shivers down his spine as he kissed and then bit down on his back and shoulders. He released Hackett’s dick and ran his hands up his ribs and chest, plucking at one of his nipples. Hackett initially flinched, but Zaeed was merciless. After several hard pinches and pulls, Hackett was arching in to it and panting. His nipple felt raw and overly sensitive, so Zaeed tapped on it directly with a fingertip, and then barely touching it, rotated the tip of his index finger over it several times.
Hackett bit his lip and shut his stunning blue eyes, succumbing to the pain and ecstasy. Zaeed resumed jerking Hackett off in harmony with his rough thrusting.
“Fuuuck, I’m cumming.” Hackett said in a deep, hoarse voice.
Zaeed quickly grabbed him up with one strong arm around his neck, his hand was still enthusiastically working his dick over. Hackett threw his head back against Zaeed’s bulky shoulder and opened his mouth wordlessly as he came hard on to the desk. Zaeed was panting like a thirsty beast as he drove in a few more times before shooting his load in to Hackett. He collapsed forward on to the Admiral for a moment, and Hackett felt his heart beating like a jackhammer against his back.
Zaeed moaned in his throat as the rush of adrenaline and pleasure overtook him. He took his arm away from Hackett’s neck and stood up, with his legs apart and dick still a bit stiff. Hackett turned around and took in the view. He ran his hands over Zaeed’s body, feeling the indentations, the scars and other battle-damaged skin. He ran his hands up the sides of Zaeed’s neck, as he was catching his breath. Then he wrapped them around Zaeed’s neck, lifting his chin up a little. Zaeed laughed breathlessly at the gesture.
“That was goddamn amazing.” Zaeed told him, with tired eyes.
“You were yes.” Hackett told him. “Next time, I will show what I can do.”
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Losses and Gains	By : X3n09 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Losses and Gains