Rated M for an exciting homosexual cross-species liaison, you've been warned.
The first time it happened they were alone in the cargobay. Ashley had gone to bed with the rest of the crew and Shepard was out on a mission with Tali and Kaiden. Garrus and Wrex were Shepard's standby team while he was planetside on Therum picking up the asari archeologist.
With the Mako gone, his weapon cleaned and on his back there wasn't much else to do other than pace. Wrex was standing in his usual space by the lockers, dosing. After an hour or so Garrus had finally worn enough of a hole in the deck plating and he sat himself down on the edge of a supply crate to fiddle with his omnitool.
"Finally," the krogan battlemaster grumbled. "Thought you'd never stop."
The turian looked up from his tool, "Something wrong Wrex?" he asked. So far the two had been getting along well enough. Famously even if one took into consideration their conflicting species.
"Twelve steps left, turn, twelve steps right, for the past hour…" he replied eyes still shut. "Damn turians and their damn discipline. Can't even pace without precision."
He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, "I can start again if you'd prefer?" Garrus tilted his mandibles in a smirk when Wrex shook his head. "What the hell else are we supposed to do?"
The senior shrugged, "Spar?"
The junior was struck a little stupid, "Really?"
"Why not whelp? Afraid you'll lose?" he asked finally opening his dark red eyes. "Shepard hasn't taken either of us out since you wanted to test drive the Mako. I am krogan, my blood demands... something."
"I get that, I could use a little tension relief myself. Been awhile since I've seen this much combat so a couple days shipside is making me anxious. Think we've got time?"
"It'll take at least ten minutes to get down there from orbit," he shrugged, "don't see why not."
"That's true," Garrus replied and stood up to begin removing his weapons, "Why me though?"
"Who else? The humans?" his laugh echoed in the cargobay as Wrex started removing his own gear.
Garrus joined him, "True. Wouldn't want to break the pilot."
"The one with glass bones?" the krogan asked, and Garrus nodded. "Still not sure why Shepard keeps that one around." He had stripped down to his armoured pants and moved to the centre of the cargobay to wait for his opponent.
Garrus looked up to see how far Wrex had disrobed and noted he'd even removed his boots. He stripped down to the same level but kept his undergloves on to cover his talons as was typical for turian sparing. "Anything specific?" he asked.
"No talons, but I see you've got that covered. I won't use biotics. Pin for a ten count or until a yield is called?"
"Better work for the pin," he replied and moved into a standard combat stance his arms down covering his sides and hands at neck level, one foot drifting backwards for balance. "Ready?"
Wrex widened his stance and left his arms at his sides, hands sliding closed into fists. "Go!" he yelled and started forwards. The krogan charged the ten or so paces between them hands moving out to grab at the turian. He was left empty handed though as Garrus quickly danced away. Things continued like this for another minute, a charge and a dodge before Wrex grew tired of it, "Stop running away and fight me whelp!"
He charged again, this time Garrus was ready and he ducked before punching the krogan in the stomach a few times. It didn't seem to phase Wrex though as he stayed in close and started throwing a few strikes of his own. They worked back and forth a moment, blocks and jabs and rights before breaking for a quick breather.
"We should have done this sooner," the turian said as he moved back in with a kick, his longer legs making it easy to stay out of range the krogan's arms. Wrex grunted as a stiff kick hit its mark. When Garrus tried it again though he managed to find his leg grabbed and pulled swiftly upwards, with an undignified yelp he found himself on his back.
"You're right!" Wrex replied with a smile as he moved in. The turian wasn't stunned long though and he managed to roll away before the krogan could mount him. "Hold still!"
"I don't think so…" Garrus taunted as he managed to avoid a swift cuff to the head and regain his footing. He took a moment to regain his breath before attacking again.
The two warriors continued with the friendly back and forth. As they learned each other's styles they started moving faster and hitting harder. Swift punches and kicks from Vakarian were met with equally hard punches and knees from the Urdnot warrior. Before long they were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, breaths coming in rough pants as they were fairly evenly matched.
Without warning Wrex lunged forwards at Garrus' knees and he took the fight to the ground, the sound of plates cracking against the metal decking echoing in the cargobay. The speed with which the older man pinned the younger was astounding for someone of his size. He placed himself over the turian's smaller body, trapping his arms at his sides.
"One… Two…" he started counting for the pin. Garrus wasn't having any of it though and he used a move that an old human friend in C-Sec combat training had taught him. He planted his feet on the ground and quickly forced his hips upwards and to the side. Wrex was caught off guard and was flipped over onto his back. Garrus sitting between his parted knees, the position somewhat compromising. "What the hell?" he asked no one in particular.
Garrus grinned, showing his teeth. "Little tip I picked up," he explained as he dug a bony elbow into the soft flesh of his opponent's thighs. "Maybe you should have fought with the humans first. One… Two… Three..." he started counting down his own pin through panted breaths as he sat on top of the krogan's chest.
Wrex roared and slammed a hand into Garrus' unprotected side, with the space he gained he brought his head back and headbutted the turian hard enough to daze them both. Flipping them back over didn't take much effort now and he completed the maneuver, sitting in between the turian's thighs this time. "Fuck the humans, this is more fun."
His junior took a moment longer to throw off the daze but managed to wrap his legs around Wrex's waist. Effectively stopping him from moving up the same way he had only a minute ago. The krogan's arms were too large to allow him to use his elbows to dig his way out. Instead he was trapped. In this position Garrus was able to block the next few blows aimed at his sensitive waist and he squeezed his own legs tightly in response, knowing the krogan wouldn't like having his abdomen crushed.
"Fun… right…" he laughed.
Wrex seemed to have enough of being on his knees and he forced himself to his feet even as Garrus was dragged along with him. The turian had slid his legs higher on his torso and grabbed an arm. Even as Wrex stood he was forced to stay bent over, trapped in an odd looking pin as his face was forced into the turian's stomach. "I didn't realise…" he panted with the exhursion of both the fight and lifting the heavy turian up with him, "that turians were pyjacks too!"
His superior strength won out on the battle, his free hand came down with enough force to wind the turian and gain his own release. He backed off a few paces and Garrus quickly rolled to his feet. His hand covering the quickly forming bruise on his abdomen. Wrex almost felt bad for that hit but then, without warning, Garrus moved forwards again fists flying. The krogan wasn't quite ready for it and he wound up getting a face full of said fist.
When they parted again both had sustained minor injuries but were happier than they had been in weeks. Finally a solid fight, a way to blow off steam on such a stressful mission. When they came together again it was more in the spirit of the spar they were originally going for, less hits left bruises and they more or less moved together. This time Garrus was the one to take Wrex down, wrapping his leg around the back of the krogan's knee.
Wrex was quick though and he grabbed Garrus before he could climb on top. He pulled him up, the turian's back to the krogan's chest. He was careful to put his head directly beside Garrus' lest he get an eye full of fringe. Their bodies were flush against one another, one massive arm tightly wrapped around the turian's waist while the other was wrapped around his throat for the pin.
Garrus struggled against him. Their closeness causing heat and friction between them which Wrex couldn't help but groan at. He wrapped a leg around his opponent's forcing it to be still, and forcing the men closer together, if that was possible. Now even their hips were flush. The heat and the fighting and the compromising position started to get to Wrex and he felt himself start to stiffen under his armoured pants.
His primitive brain was screaming at him to take the writhing, too hot body in front of him while his logical one shouted the opposite. Krogan tended to spar for a knockout so this pinning business was getting to him. It had definitely been too long if he was considering fucking the turian. He'd been with krogan males before, what kind of idiot would go into the females camp without knowing how to please their partner? That wasn't the issue. The issue lie solely with the fact Garrus was turian.
For the turian's part he wasn't exactly sure what to expect. Wrex hadn't started to count down his pin yet, though it was obvious Garrus wasn't going anywhere. He thrashed but that only caused Wrex to apply more pressure, his air supply started going thin and that new bruise on his abdomen screamed. When he heard the krogan groan and then pin his leg he suddenly realised why they hadn't moved… he could smell the arousal emanating from the krogan.
He froze.
Arousal? Surely he wasn't actually turned on by this. He hadn't heard that the species was as turned on by sparing as his own was… wait, he thought to himself, am I seriously considering letting WREX fuck me? It wasn't as though he was against bedding other men, turian's weren't exactly picky about their partners, but a krogan that could be… interesting.
Wrex hadn't moved in the few seconds that Garrus had been still so the turian assumed he was thinking the same thing. He gave his hips an experimental roll into the krogan's, that set off another groan, the sound music to the turian and he grinned. They'd figure it out as they went along he decided. The Urdnot's hips rose to meet the smaller man's and he rubbed their armour together before making a dissatisfied noise at the lack of contact.
All the sudden Garrus found himself on his stomach, the krogan had flipped them over so he knelt over his back. A strong arm pulled him to his knees, Vakarian's back flush with the elder's chest still and the arm still wrapped around his throat tightly. What happened next was a little unexpected, the krogan's mouth latched onto the turian's shoulder and he licked and nipped at it until Garrus couldn't help but respond to the contact with a buck of his hips.
"Do you know what you're getting into?" Wrex asked against Garrus' skin. He nodded once and tilted his head away to allow the krogan more access to his throat. He was getting light headed and was grateful for the moment Wrex's arm left his throat.
He heaved in a breath, "Thanks."
Wrex didn't respond beyond a grunt and he slid his hands over the naked chest in front of him, resting his weight so that Garrus needed to keep his own hands on the floor to avoid crumbling into it. "Been with a man before?" he asked in that same husky voice. The questions lent notice to the fact he was concerned enough to check for consent but the tone only betrayed need.
"Never a krogan, but yeah." He ground his hips back in Wrex's. "You?"
"Never a turian," he laughed low in his throat. "You only live once though…." He trailed his hands down to the turian's pants and began removing them. With slightly less weight pressing down Garrus managed to balance them both on one arm and helped the krogan with the turian styled clasps before reaching around to help the krogan with his codpiece. He sighed in relief once the armour was removed and he was freed from the stiff constricting plates, "Oh, that's better."
Garrus laughed, "I'll bet." He could feel the krogan's cock pressed against his back. Larger than his own for sure but the size wasn't out of the question if he was properly prepared. That IF worried him a little.
Without warning a hand clasped around his throat and he was dragged up straight on his knees. The tight fist cutting off his airway partially again as he was pulled tightly in, flush against the dominant male. The rough treatment spurred a moan. "Remove your armour for me whelp. I have to prepare you." With a nod Garrus brought shaking hands down to his pants and threw off the unclasped pieces, Wrex's free hand rubbing up against his pubic plates as they were revealed.
When he was bare to the knees of the metal and ceramic plates he pulled the under armour suit down as well. The tight black fabric giving space for his own member to emerge. Swollen with blood and need. Wrex gave him a few rough pumps before bringing his fingers up to his face and sniffing them, the turian's natural lubricant had a sickeningly sweet smell to it. He coated those same fingers with saliva and trailed them back down to start working at Garrus' tight entrance. He flinched as the first finger worked past the tight ring of muscle.
"Fuck you're tight," Wrex told him as he worked. His mouth found the turian's shoulder and throat again trying to distract him from the pain, it would become pleasure soon enough. "Relax Garrus…" he growled as he started trying to press a second finger in.
"Ah… that's… that's… fuck..." Garrus panted. "Hard to do… nuhnnn… with you doing that!"
The Battlemaster smiled at the state he'd managed to get the turian into already, they hadn't even started fucking yet and he was a writhing mess. At Garrus' continued pants he finally released his throat, the turian wasted no time and he fell to his hands again gasping for breath. Wrex gripped his hip tightly with his free hand, thrusting his cock forwards to gain an ounce of friction against the turian's behind, his quad resting just above the entrance he desired.
"Wrex?" Garrus tried to gain his attention.
"Hmm?" he grunted in reply. Busy enjoying the feeling of his fingers being crushed inside the turian as he made long strokes in and out of him.
"Need a little more lube first but I want more..."
"Mmmm…" he hummed this time. "Right, anything around here that'll work better?" He didn't stop thrusting his fingers in and out, if anything now he did it a little harder causing another a moan of discomfort from his companion.
"Medkit… unhn… fuck Wrex… medkit should have something."
He nodded and pulled away, "At the very least it'll have medigel to fix you afterwards." He laughed but Garrus couldn't help but think maybe he was being serious. Wrex quickly pulled a kit out from under Ashley's work bench and dug through it. He turned to find Garrus on his feet removing the rest of his undersuit. He tossed a bottle over, some kind of jelly if his omnitool translation was running correctly. "I thought I left you on your knees."
Garrus looked up from the jar, a brow raised. "And what would you have me do there?" he asked with undertones that screaming fuck me.
"Oh, I'm sure I could figure out something for you to do with that mouth of yours." Wrex placed a strong hand on his shoulder and lowered Garrus to his knees. Level with his dick. "You bite me and you won't be getting any of that lube, got it?" he said with a growl although he did rather gently run his thumb along the turian's mandible.
Garrus nodded and allowed Wrex to guide the back of his head closer to his member, "Turian's aren't exactly known for giving blow jobs. But I'll see what I can do." He opened his mouth to bring his tongue out and he started with a tentative lick from base to tip. From the tightening grip on the back of his head he took that as a good start. He continued that slow pace and added his hands into it, one carefully grasping at his quad while the other wrapped around his base.
He was thankful he left his gloves on as he tended to the tender skin, his talons were sharp and he'd rather not scratch anything in such a sensitive area and enrage the krogan standing over him. The turian had no experience with this task so he did his best to imitate what the asari that did it to him had done. He trailed his tongue along the underside and laved the head as he stroked firmly. The taste of the krogan's precum wasn't bad, though it was somewhat musky.
"Take me into your mouth," Wrex demanded and he pulled Garrus in despite his attempted protest. All he could do now was open his jaw as wide as it would go and try not to bite down. He could feel Wrex against the back of his throat and he fought the gagging sensation. "That's it, relax…" he hummed in his pleasure and started guiding the younger man's mouth back before moving in again. Garrus' hands moved to Wrex's hips to try and steady himself, any slip now wouldn't be good. "So fucking hot, unnhhgg…" he groaned.
Garrus growled low, voicing his displeasure as Wrex hit the back of his throat harder this time. That only seemed to make the krogan want more though as the vibrations stirred a moan. It was time to take the advantage back and that was the tool he was going to use to make it so. He growled again, deliberately this time, dragging it out and letting the vibrations pull a desperate moan from the krogan.
Finally he pulled back panting, "You win this one turian. Stand up." He reached a hand down and helped pull him up to his feet. Garrus passed him the lube back and he coated his fingers with it, "Bend over."
He couldn't help but chuckle as he complied, bending over the weapon's bench. "Such a charmer Wrex."
"Shut up," he said without malice. "You're the one who just used your damn throat as a sex toy." He placed his clean hand on the turian's lower back to push him down against the bench. The other moved back to the man's entrance. He quickly got one finger in and a second easily after another minute, "Better?"
Garrus moaned, "Much." When he started thrusting back against the fingers Wrex pressed in a third, stretching him enough to allow his cock in after another few minutes of prep. Garrus was seeing tiny starbursts behind his eyelids, he'd never been stretched so far. But he would need it for what was about to come, "Wrex…"
"What is it?"
"I… I need… mmmm… fuck..."
Wrex dropped himself down to cover the turian's back, "Need what?" he asked as he pulled one finger out and scissored the other two inside of his ass. Garrus couldn't speak around his moan so Wrex asked again, "What do you need? Tell me." He stilled his fingers and pressed his cock against the other man's lower back, "Is this what you want?"
Garrus nodded furiously, "Yes. Want you inside me. Now." Wrex laughed and removed his fingers.
"Demanding pyjak, aren't you?" Garrus started to stand up but stopped when Wrex placed a hand on his shoulders, pressing him down into the table. "Don't move."
"Wrex…" he started but was cut off.
"Just wait," he said roughly and he pulled back. After a moment he was back and he pressed his slicked member against the still tight pucker. "Last chance, do you want this?"
Garrus turned his head to look back at the krogan standing behind him, his cock rigid and shoulders heaving with the effort of waiting. He nodded and pressed his hips back ever so slightly, the head of Wrex's penis starting to slide in, "Right now... more than anything."
"Good." He replied and without delay he pressed forwards, breaking through the tightness to press deeply into the delicious heat that was the turian's ass. He moved in slowly but Garrus still grunted and grabbed at the edges of the table, his teeth clenched together, a curse coming from his lips as he tried to relax. "Breathe turian," Wrex hissed as he hilted himself.
So far it was all pain, Garrus' heart pounded in his chest as he willed himself to relax. Thankfully his partner understood and remained still behind him, he didn't remove himself either but that was alright. One of Wrex's hands slid from his hip to rub his lower back, with the tension being massaged away and something else to focus on Garrus finally took a strained breath.
"Better. Just breathe. It'll pass." After a moment the pain started to ebb away, "that's it," he coaxed and started rocking slowly. The hand that had been rubbing his back slid under the turian to rub his retreating member. The sudden contact causing Garrus to jerk back and press Wrex all the way into him again. This time he moaned in response and the older man knew he was ready.
The pace he set was slow at first but firm. Each thrust inwards shaking the gear on the table, his chest pressed against Garrus' back, his mouth teasing the flesh of the turian's throat. "Nhg… Fuck Wrex… more…"
"So demanding," he said in response before complying. Each thrust bringing the pace up a bit until he was fucking the turian in earnest. The sound of plates slapped with hide echoing in the cargobay. Soon he couldn't maintain the pace in this position so he pulled back to stand up straight, one hand grabbing at the turian's hip tightly while the other pressed him into the table with a palm in the centre of his back. "Uhhhnngg!" he roared in his pleasure.
"Spirits… ffuck… mmm…" Garrus could hardly make coherant words by this point. Each thrust pushed him closer to the edge. When Wrex suddenly pulled back on his fringe he cried out. The krogan used his fringe as a handle he fucked the man into the weapon's bench, the new angle causing him to hit a new place inside Garrus, the pressure built faster now. Vakarian's talons dug into the table, he wouldn't be surprised if there were dents later, "Wrex… damn it…" he began but was cut off by the roar as the krogan started cumming.
The torrent lasted a good twenty seconds before he finally released Garrus' fringe and the turian slumped forwards on the table, a hand coming to rub his aching neck while the other supported him on his elbow. Wrex was still inside him and panting even as the cum started to seep out of his ass and down his legs. When he finally regained his breath he pulled out with a wet pop. "Dammit you're so fucking hot Garrus."
Garrus laughed, "You're not so bad looking yourself."
Wrex cuffed him lightly on the side of the head, "You know what I mean. Temperature hot."
Garrus carefully regained his footing and turned to lean on the bench beside Wrex, looking him straight in the eye when he said, "Right. Temperature." His voice laced, almost dripping, with sarcasm. He grabbed a cleaning rag from the bench and was about to use it to clean up with when Wrex noticed he'd left his partner unsatisfied.
"Let me," he said taking the rag and dropping to his knees. The turian was still hard as a rock and he couldn't help his hiss of relief when he felt the krogan's wide and flat tongue caress his aching cock. His hands clenched at the workbench, fingers gripping tightly onto the underside as his breaths sped up again.
"Damn that's good, don't stop." Wrex grunted an acknowledgement and applied a little suction as he forced one of Garrus' legs up over his shoulder. This gave him access to press a finger back into his abused flesh and find the spot that made him see stars again. It didn't take long before he was at the brink again. "I'm going to… oh fuck like that… nhhhhh…" he started his warning and pressed a hand to the krogan's shoulder to try and get him off, "Fuck I'm gonna cum… Wrex… I'm… ahgnngg…"
The krogan smirked as the dam broke and he ripped the powerful orgasm from the turian. Without missing a drop he swallowed before pulling back, a smile plastered on his face. "That didn't take long," he mused as he stood up.
"Your own… damn… fault Wrex…" Garrus panted in reply. "Spirits that was… wow."
He hummed and nodded as he began closing his pants, "Didn't quite expect it to be quite that good. Whatever you were doing, that growling? Should be illegal."
The turian laughed, "Maybe."
"Was it worth it?" Wrex asked, almost hesitant.
Garrus immediately nodded, "Not sure Ashley will ever forgive us for fucking on her workbench. But yeah. Totally worth it."
Hope you all enjoyed!