Chapter One
by bluekrishna
"It's not funny. It huuurts." His voice was a pitiful whine and did nothing to quell the soft giggles and snorts of the knot of women standing just inside the medbay doors.
Shepard fought to hold the impassive mask her face had become, though she felt her nostrils kept flaring with suppressed mirth. To have seen Garrus on the planet, seen how strangely he'd been acting on the shuttle ride back, moaning and grunting, shaking and she'd worried, no, panicked at the thought of him injured and then to find out the reason?
She tried to chalk her reaction up to a touch of hysteria with a big old dollop of relief and cleared her throat, turning to Mordin, "So, what did the tests say?"
"Compound unknown. Possible adverse reaction when came in contact with pineal and pituitary secretions, hormones, i.e. gonadropin, FSH, testosterone-"
Shepard held up her hands to stop the overflow of words from their very wordy salarian scientist. She interrupted, blurting, "What does that all mean?"
Chakwas, a smirk on even her face turned her toward the turian, "Garrus'...issues have to do with his hormones being completely out of control."
"How do we fix him?" She winced at her choice of words and at the burst of feminine laughter from behind her. With effort, she kept a straight face. It felt like it took a monumental effort to do so.
"Analyzing substance now. Will take time." Mordin stepped toward Garrus, "Would help if patient let me examine-"
"No, nonononono! Don't touch it! Don't even think about it." Garrus flinched away from the doctors, curling around his...pride defensively, shoulders hunched in misery, trying to shield his condition from the onlookers at the window. There were quite a few.
Shepard felt sorry for the guy, really she did. He was her friend, he didn't deserve this humiliation. "So what can we do?"
Chakwas hummed in thought, her brows cocked lasciviously. Shepard thought, You, too, Karen? I thought you'd at least be more professional about it. The lady doctor said, "Assuming we don't find an antidote, it will probably wear off eventually. We can make him...comfortable in the meantime."
Shepard wasn't sure if she wanted to examine the double meanings there and shook her head to be free of it, "Can't we just knock him out until then?"
Both doctors immediately shook their heads, saying no in almost perfect unison. Mordin looked to his colleague and said, "Pathology unknown. Could be side effects, byproducts released as body absorbs and digests toxin."
Now she was frowning, feeling her guts drop, "Could he die if we let him sleep?"
"Possible. Or possibly comatose."
"I don't know how to say this, but..." Chakwas said, a bit reticent, which was not like the straight shooting medical specialist she'd grown to love as part of her crew. Shepard gestured for her to go on, "His mental state is deteriorating and if he doesn't find some...relief soon, it might not matter either way."
Shepard breathed in sharply at what the doctors clearly meant, and her mouth snapped shut on whatever she'd been about to say. She spun on her heel and approached Garrus, whose mandibles twitched and shook in his distress. There was a sort of low vocalization coming out of his throat, not quite a growl. "How you feeling, big guy?"
She tried to concentrate on his response rather than the rather large lump that was barely hidden by the thin blanket they'd given him. He ground out from between clenched jaws, "Better now that you're not talking about me like I'm not here."
"You...understand what Mordin and Chakwas were just telling me?"
"That...I'm going to go crazy unless I..." The poor man couldn't even get the words out.
She reached for his face and looked into his eyes, "Tell me you don't want this and I'll find another way, Garrus. I swear to you."
"Shep, I'm pretty far gone. I want to...I need to..." He latched onto her about the waist and clung to her.
She turned back to the physicians, "How long?"
"30-40 hours, maybe longer."
"Christ, I don't think any one woman could do that."
"Suggest a rota. Many eligible females here, and maybe some willing males as well."
Shocked, she said, "Mordin!"
The salarian shrugged, unrepentantly smug. She readied a harsher reprimand when she was stopped by Garrus, who moaned into her belly, "It doesn't matter..."
Really? That was something she'd never would have guessed about her turian sniper. "Okay, Garrus, we'll help you. God forgive me, but we'll help you good."
She used her omnitool to open a ship wide broadcast, "Now hear this. This is Shepard. By now, you will have heard about what's going on down in sick bay. I want to make clear that my next statement is an order and the people who participate must be willing. Garrus Vakarian has saved our asses more than once, he's a good guy, noble and a...fairly decent shot-"
The turian at her belly snorted, but she continued regardless, "-I have a feeling some of you will want to make light of this. Let me tell you it is very serious. All crew members who are willing to sacrifice a bit of time and energy helping our friend out, please report to sickbay to sign up on the roster. If I hear one joke, some snide comment, that soldier will be on KP for eternity. Shepard out."
She shut the OT down with a sigh and made to leave when a sharp tug on her waistband landed her in Garrus' lap with a little 'oof' of surprise, "Garrus, what-?"
His voice at her ear, "Shep, let me-"
She swallowed at his nearness, the way he was kneading her back and felt her imagination run wild. Thoughts she'd had once upon a time, dreams that woke her sweaty and aroused, "Garrus, I don't think that's a good idea-"
"Please, Shep, Jane, I want the...first one...to...to care about me." His plea was moving. She was moved, but she also knew she wasn't the only one on this tug with a soft spot for their resident turian. "Let it be you, please, Jane."
Temptation, his voice was pure temptation and the hard length of him poking her in the thigh wasn't a very good deterrent either. She'd intended to stay out of it, be the one person who didn't take advantage. She gave in, what did it cost her, really? Maybe some lost sleep, is all. She looked down into his blue eyes and smiled, "Of course."
She tugged him upright by his hand and led him to the door. He followed as though sleepwalking, naked, shivering, his rigid member bobbing from side to side as he strode in her wake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that group of women, Tali, Liara, Gabby, fall silent. One of them licked their lips.
She walked by as though unaware of the stares, but paused by Chakwas, "I'm taking him to the loft. Get the lounge ready."
Chakwas turned to the others, "You heard her, girls. Get a move on."
Shepard heard one or two mutter, "Lucky..."
Yes, she was lucky. Any girl would be and most likely, soon every girl would be. She should probably be more concerned about that than she was, but no matter. She'd already promised an allotment of sleep to the idea.
Ten minutes later and she was feeling extremely lucky. Oh, that tongue was doing wonders. Her toes curled as the waves of yet another orgasm swept over her and she pulled him up to settle between her thighs and sighed as he entered her, not hard, but relentlessly. Such was every stroke thereafter, steady, sure, the pace picking up gradually until they both called hoarsely in their native tongues.
His face...all that fierce concentration she'd seen time and time again on the battlefield, all of it centered solely on her. It made a savage tingle run up and down her spine until she thought she'd break in the wake of it.
She rolled them and took control, rolling and snapping her hips over his cock, lifting, plunging, finding all the right spots. His rough hands ran up and down her body, turning the whole landscape of her skin into one big erogenous zone. She caught a talon in her teeth and sucked hard as she rode him to completion, eyes rolling back in her head as she felt him pulse within her, heard his voice hoarse from calling her name.
She collapsed on his chest, utterly exhausted, her hair flowing across his plates and cowl. She said weakly, "Merde."
He panted at her ear, rumbling a purr, "Shepaarrrrd."
He rolled his hips, and she hissed, afterglow shattered by the reminder that she didn't do this sort of thing often enough or as vigorously as she'd just done to keep her body from complaining. And wasn't that a damn shame.
Garrus stilled at her pained grunt and slowly withdrew himself from within her, though she heard the needy whine in his subharmonics. She lifted herself off him and gave him a smile to comfort him. She glanced down toward his cock, which was still turgid and shiny from their combined essences. She sighed, "Sorry, big guy, but I just can't handle any more. I'd keep you tied to my bed if I could."
He made a mewling sound, though he nodded in understanding. She stood and sent a message requesting an update on the situation down stairs and received an almost instant response that everything was a go. Their enthusiasm was amusing, to say the least and she turned back to her best friend, looking so deliciously rumpled in her bed and found she couldn't blame them, what with all those...noises he was making, she sighed, "I think you ruined me, you damn turian."
In the midst of his restless moans, she was pretty sure she heard a chuckle. Then, she looked at the clock. One hour, he'd worn her out in only one hour. Quick calculation in her head told her that even should all the women on the ship take two turns, there was still too much damn time. And she ran a hand through her hair, mind racing. Finally she said, in a voice just above a whisper, "I think we're gonna need to go to the Citadel..."