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Garrus Vakarian, Codename Archangel, sat in front of an asari stripper at the club known as Afterlife. Truthfully he wasn’t watching the dance but off to the side of her was a door for VIPs and a batarian standing next to it chatting with a human. The Batarian was Brok, a known human trafficker with a fettish for sampling the merchandise. The human was a pimp, incharge of the human dancers here. They were working out something special to please Brok with.
Archangel had other plans for Brok. Just as soon as he was alone in the VIP area Archangel would slip in, put a bullet between all four eyes and slip out. Clean, easy, and better than he deserved. He just had to wait and keep his eyes on the door.
It was easy enough to do. Asari weren’t his style. Even when they danced all errotic at him he felt nothing. During the dance she kept moving her head but without hair to sway it seemed pointless. He has been thinking a lot about hair lately and how if that were moving, swaying, to the beat of the song like human hair can then it would look better. Especially if that hair was a unique color, like red. Now red hair moving about, that was sexy.
His mind wandered back to Paris and he had to force himself to focus on the present. He was finding himself doing that more and more lately. That’s when he felt the familiar sensation of cold metal as a gun was pressed into his sensitive side, and a warm body pressed against his armor.
He inhaled her scent and smiled. A month later and she still smelled like him.
“And here I thought we would always have Paris.” She purred in his ear. “Forgot me already?”
Without looking at her he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap. His plates loosened remembering the feel of her last time she was in his lap.
“Never” He cooed at her, rubbing her exposed back. “Just admiring the view.”
She spun around in his lap and started to ungulate sexily near his lap. She didn’t obstruct his view of the door as she followed his gaze towards it as well. “I admit.” She said breathlessly. “The view’s not bad.”
He noticed the asari picked up her dance as she no doubt thought they were referring to her. Shepard spun around again to face him. She leaned in close and it took everything in him not to look or touch her.
“Problem is, big guy, that one is spoken for.” She whispered in his ear.
“Not here for me? I’m hurt.” He said this like a joke but the truth was it did hurt. On some primal level he wanted her full attention on him.
“Not right now but my schedule is open later.” She purred in his ear. He loved it. “How about you let me take Brok and then you come to my place and I’ll let you take me again.”
Spectres didn’t operate on Omega, it was outside Citadel space. She didn’t have authority to arrest Brok and they both knew it. Here Archangel was second only to Aria and Aria didn’t want Brok here any more than either of them did.
Still…
“Alright. Why not? I’ll see you later then.”
“That’s it? That easy?” She asked him.
“Honey, if you think it will be easy you don’t remember Paris very well.” He laughed deep in his throat.
“MMM, that’s fair. Give me an hour. And I’ll see you.” She got off of him and walked towards the VIP door where Brok stood. Now that she was fully in his view he had to admit he liked the view much better. She was wearing a sexy little number that all the other girls were wearing, that left little to no need for imagination. She swayed her hips and he knew it was just for him.
She walked up to Brok and ran her fingers over his arm as she walked into the VIP door. Brok grabbed her ass and followed her. Archangel growled at the act but didn’t do anything. Instead he got up, paid the asari for the dance, and went to the bar. He had an hour to kill so why not kill it with some brandy.
He also did an extranet search of Spectre Shepard. The first few hits were interesting.
Spectre gives up search for Archangel
Shepard a disgrace? Pulled from Archangel case due to incompetence
Shepard drops Archangel case for Love?
Why did Shepard pull out of the Archangel case?
Almost exactly an hour later his omnitool pinged. He smiled as he read it.
SexySpectre: Passcode downloaded. You now have access to room 225 of The Hyperspace Motel.
So he made his way to room 225 of the Hyperspace motel. He walked down the hall slowly, sticking to the hall, with his pistol out. He wasn’t stupid. Just horny. The door opened to his touch and he walked inside not sure if it was an ambush or not.
What he found was a small motel room. Champagne bottle sticking out of an ice bucket and a Sexy Spectre sitting on the bed wearing her outfit from before. He let out an aroused growl from both sets of vocal cords and put away his pistol.
“Ah ah ah. No guns in the bedroom. I’ll take things dangerously but not that dangerously.” She chastised him but it was more of a flirt.
“I don’t like walking into a trap without some assurances.” Archangel said as he walked over to the champagne. He lifted it up and studied the bottle closely. It hasn’t been opened yet, but just in case he pulled out his omnitool to run a quick scan.
Shepard came over to him rolling her eyes. “No trap” she said, taking the bottle from him and popping the cork. She poured herself a glass and drank deeply. “MMM” She hummed. “Not bad she licked her lips as she made eye contact with him.
Feeling it was safe he poured himself a glass and drank a sip as well. “Delicious.” He said eyeing her up and down. He moved to the bed and she followed him. He sat at the foot and she sat on his lap straddling him.
“Everything go well with Brok?” He asked.
“He’s safely on the brig of my ship as we speak. But enough about him. Let’s talk about something more pleasant.” She sat her empty glass on the floor and took his from him. She drank from his glass while maintaining eye contact before setting his empty glass down as well.”
“All right, how about you tell me why the extranet says you stopped looking for me?” He rubbed her back, her arms, her legs, her sides, anywhere that showed bare skin.
“Because I did. Thanks to your little scenting stunt the council thought I was too close to the investigation to pursue you.” He wasn’t sure why he scented her. He asked himself why more times than he could count in the last month. He never scented any of his partners before, not his one night stands or his one time long term girlfriend. It was an instinct. He asked the extranet for answers but couldn’t find one. The extranet offered anywhere to possessively wanting her to himself to her being “The One” and wanting everyone to know about it. The only good the search did was show that sometimes turians scent marked without meaning to.
“That’s too bad. I was looking foward to tonight having handcuffs.” He smirked at her. He ran a talon over her beare sides and she shivered.
“Oh I fully intend to take out the handcuffs. Last time you did all the work.” She leaned into his ear and breathed “Now it’s my turn.” She pulled out her omnitool and the lights dimmed and erotic music started to play. She swayed her body to the music hovering less than an inch from his groin. He loved the show.
She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed. He allowed himself the fall. She undid his pants and pulled them down to his leg spurs. This allowed his fully emerged cock to finally be free of his restricting pants. He sighed in relief.
“You know. I’ve been with a few turians, humans too, but turian’s dicks are something else.” She ran her hand down his length and he sighed again. “It’s like something out of a wet dream.” She rubbed faster. “Self lubricating, making handjobs and penetration easier. And it even tastes good” She licked it and he moaned. “You are even ribbed for our pleasure. And blue! Why is your dick blue?” He was going to answer her but she placed her mouth on his dick and started to suck.
His moans filled the room as she bobbed up and down adding enough suction and tongue to drive him wild. He bucked up into her mouth and she pulled out. “Ah ah ah! I said no work! Do you want me to tie you down?” She chastised him. “Actually that's not a bad idea.”
She got off the bed and so did Archangel. He removed the rest of his clothing and she went to the bedside table pulling out several objects.
“What else do you have in there?” He asked as he walked behind her to look inside the drawer but she closed it before he could see.
“It’s true what they say. You really can find anything you need on Omega. Now lay on the bed like a good turian.”
“Yes Spectre” he purred and layed down. She shivered. “You like that, don’t you.”
“You have a sexy voice.” she admitted and held up some handcuffs. “Need a safe word?”
“I’ll just yell stop.” he held his arms over his head allowing her to handcuff him to the headboard.
“Kinda boring safe word. Expected more from Archangel.” She strapped him in tight. He grunted. “Too tight?” She asked.
“Nawh. I like it tight.” He stared at the spot between her legs getting his message across. She moved between his legs and spread them wide. He obeyed as she tied his legs to the bed posts.
“Turians are so tall. You are the perfect length to tie down and fuck.” She stood up again and took off her stipper outfit. The smell of her arousal hit him and he moaned again.
“Spirits I can spell how wet you are from here.” He informed her.
“I love fucking turians. Your heightened sense of smell is always a turn on.” She straddles him and brings her entrance to his dick. She lowered herself slowly onto him and he moaned. “The best part though is the noises you make. It’s. So. Sexy.” She slid all the way down him until he was fully sheathed inside of her. She breathed out a moan of her own.
She lifted herself up by her knees and slowly sank onto him again. He moaned and she moaned together. She rocked back and forth and he pulled on his bindings. “No touching, remember. It’s my turn. And I’m going to fuck you so maddening slow.” She slows down even more. Making Archangel moan and groan in pleasure and frustration. She smiled at his displeasure. She likes driving him wild. But she is so tight. He needs to release and it’s too overwhelming when she goes slowly.
He pushed his hips upwards and found that even though she strapped him down by his wrists and ankles he had more than enough power in his hips to push into her. An oversite he plans on taking full advantage of.
He bucked up into her fast and hard. She grabbed his cowl to hold on for dear life. It was all she could do just to stay on this bucking turian.
She came moments before he did. After their climax Shepard sat back still with him inside of her. “Another great thing about turians? The refractory period is shorter than on humans. And while we wait, let's put another great turian feature to work.” She slid out of him with a groan and climbed up until she was seated on top of his face.
Realizing what he needed to do he stuck out his tongue and pushed it inside of her. She moaned as she started to grind on his tongue. She was careful not to sink too far onto him so he couldn’t breath.
He didn’t like that. If he was with someone he wanted to drive them so crazy that they didn’t know anything other than the feeling of him inside them.
“Curl your tongue a little…yes like that.” She directed him. Again he wanted her to feel good and his ego couldn’t handle it if he was doing a subpar job. So he curled and flexed his tongue and nuzzled into her opening with his nose plates. “Yes!” She breathed out and fell against him. She was close and he kept increasing his pace and pressure on her. Soon she was breathless and she tightened around his tongue in a wonderful way.
She fell off of him with a thud next to him on the bed. She pulled up her omnitool and undid the cuffs. On some level he was surprised she let him go. He figured this was just sexy foreplay before she arrested him. It seemed she really wasn’t after him anymore and their meeting tonight was an accident.
That thought bothered him more than he wanted to admit. The sex was good afterall.
He sat on the bed and pulled her up to straddle him. “Refractory period over.” He informed her and proceeded to fuck her while they both sat on the bed.
Before he passed out from exhaustion they had sex in at least a half dozen other positions.
He woke up alone. He looked around but there was no note or message on his omnitool. She just wasn’t there. Before he could understand that he was even upset by this she came walking in through the door. He tried to keep his subvocals from showing how happy he was at seeing her but it failed. Luckily she wasn’t a turian so his secret was safe.
“Did I wake you?” She asked. “I got us breakfast.” She held up a bag with two take out containers in it. She laid it out on the table as he put some pants on and joined her.
They ate their breakfast in silence for a while.
“What is going to happen to Brok?” He asked.
“I’m taking him to the Citadel where he will be picked up and sent to a jail somewhere.” She answered.
“That seems like a lot of work. Easier to just kill him. More permanent too.” He bragged. “You’re a Spectre, you can do it.”
“Honestly, it’s because I am a Spectre that means I shouldn’t do it.” She continued as he looked at her confused. “Like you said, it's easy to kill. Just point a gun and get lucky. Any idiot with a gun can kill any other idiot with a gun all it takes is luck. But if you don’t want to kill them then it takes skill. It’s much harder to take someone alive than dead. That is what makes me a better Spectre. I have skill.” She spoke proudly.
He considered it. “I can see that logic. If you wanted to kill Brok last night all you had to do was shoot him at the club. But you wore that sexy outfit instead. I can see the appeal in that.” He flirted smugly.
“I got close and subdued him. The outfit was purely for your benefit.”
“Well I definitely benefited.”
“So did I.” Her voice was low and breathy. She leaned forward showing her cleavage to him. He looked openly at her. No use denying that she was sexy and he wanted her.
“Think you have time for another round?” He asked as seductively as he could.
“Not here. I have to get back to the Citadel to deal with Brok. Want a ride? I’m sure we could arrange a payment system.” She practically purred at him.
“As much fun as fucking you from here to the Citadel would be, I have some unfinished business I need to take care of here.” He told her. He heard his subvocals emit a sad humm at that but he stopped it. Even if she wasn’t able to hear it he still wanted to keep his emotions in check.
“Well that is too bad. Maybe we can hook up again if I’m ever on Omega again.”
He was surprised. He didn’t think she wanted to see him again. This last time was a coincidence, a fun coincidence, but a coincidence all the same. Was she getting attached?
“Well you have my extranet info.” He told her. He wasn’t willing to commit one way or another with her.
“That’s true I forgot about that.” She told him. She hesitated for a second then asked. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
Here it comes, he thought. “Sure” he answered.
“Why do you scent mark me? None of my other turian lovers do that.”
Oh, that wasn’t what he thought she would ask at all. He didn’t want to admit the truth, that he didn’t know. His body just does it. Even last night he did it again.
“I wanted your other turian lovers to know who you have been with.” He lied instead.
“Well I don’t have any turian lovers at the moment. It doesn’t bother me, I can’t smell it. But the other turians look at me weird.”
He didn’t say anything to that. They finished their breakfast and he walked her to the docs. She waved to him as she boarded her ship and flew away. Out of his life for who knew how long.