A/N: italics indicate thought, and Im trying something new. If you see a bold name below the location, that means the story is being told from that perspective. If no name appears then it is just general interaction.

"Give me freedom or give me the rope. For I shall not take the shackles that subjugate the poor to uphold the rich"

John Goldenwolf (American Pirate)

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Chora's Den, Citadel : 2183ce

Commander John Shepard

Stepping up and placing his palm on the grimiest door scanner in all of the Citadel, Commander Johnathan Shepard inwardly cringed in disgust at its state and violently withdrew his hand the moment he could. In the back of his mind he knew that diseases couldn't be transmitted via holograms, which was why they had become so popular over conventional handles, but that didn't alleviate his subconscious much.

Fucking, Chora's Den. If the whole place were to suddenly go up in flames it would be a massive improvement.

As John stood there, contemplating every disease he might have just picked up; wondering why he didn't wear gloves. His ears listened to the unmistakable creaking and whining of un-lubricated metal. The screeching was so jarring that he had to squint his eyes and pray it would all be over soon.

Unfortunately he wasn't so lucky.

As the central dial completed its unlocking rotation, the three piece's of the door tried to retract into their designated alcoves, but came to a rattling halts halfway. Clearly the Keepers didn't get around to servicing this part of the station very often, or maybe they actively chose to avoid it? And because differential air pressures seeking equilibrium are a thing, his senses were immediately bombarded with a cacophony of foul, rancid, odors and drunken sex. He could almost taste the despair on his tongue.

Rolling his eyes and sighing, John positioned his body into the vacant Y shaped space between the parts and heaved. With a small creak, the door fully opened. Shepard was wise to dash inside the entryway as not two seconds later the broken hatch decided it wanted to remain closed and slammed itself shut. Dusting himself off and straightening his dark brown leather N7 jacket, the veteran commando added 'death by crushing' to his top ten list of ways he didn't want to die.

It fell somewhere around number seven or number eight. The top spots were pretty much taken up by what Shepard liked to call the big five: starvation/ dehydration, bleeding to death, eaten alive, burning to death, and number one was naturally any variation of suffocation. A consequence of spending his adolescent and adult life on space stations and starships.

But specifically: Being spaced.

A small shiver ran down Shepard's spine as he recalled all the times he'd waltz'd with the devil. In his brief thirty one year existence, he'd been shot, stabbed, blown up, tortured, poisoned, nearly eaten by Maws on Akuze, and broken more bones than he could remember. John knew it sounded crazy; and it probably was, but death really wasn't that much of a stranger to him anymore, rather a close friend who visited from time to time. It'd been that way ever since Mindoir that is. Where he'd been made acutely aware of his own mortality.

As the sour memory began to play, he remembered hiding below the floorboards of his home; staring into the lifeless eyes of his fathers caved in skull as his blood seeped through the cracks onto his face. Holding his sister close, shielding her from the horrendous sounds of the Batarian's taking turns violating their mother. The raspy screams of her sorrow filled agony forever etched in his mind whenever one of the four eyed monsters finished inside of her. Passing her body around for hours until they had their fill. The wet gunshot sound when they finally granted her the mercy of a bullet.

Fucking Batarian's... They should all just fucking die.

Shepard clenched his fists and closed his eyes. He could feel his biotics beginning to flare at his rage, and he took several deep breaths as he forced that dark memory away. Calming himself down and opening his eyes, John reoriented himself to the task at hand. Checking the N7 Eagle pistol on his hip, the vanguard flicked off the safety and entered the bar.

Even though this was the Citadel, supposedly the safest place in the galaxy, the human had had enough bullet holes in him to know not to swallow any of the bullshit propaganda the politicians liked to feed the mindless hungry masses. That being said it wasn't like the thirty three year old was some paranoid apocalypse nut who went everywhere expecting a heavy firefight to break out. But rather experience had been a cruel mistress. She liked giving the deadly Exam first and then teach the lesson. As such the unimposing male lived his life by the old boy scout motto "be prepared." Especially now so more than ever as his carefully laid plans were so close to coming to fruition.

Yes... If everything went according to plan, by this time next week John would be in command of the most advanced warship humanity had ever constructed. By his side would be a crew that'd fallow him to the gates of hell and back if he so ordered. Because during his extensive travels across the Terminus and Attican Traverse John had come to a simple realization. The same realization so many slavers and merc's before him had already known. The realization that the galaxy was primed for plundering. Like a bitch in heat the galaxy was waiting, waiting for someone with enough balls to come along and take her. And John knew he was just the man for the job.

Truly his new life as a privateer would be amazing. He and his crew would have an endless supply of warm holes for their cock to fill, a river of never ending booze to drink, a hanger bay full of treasures plundered from cargo ships only to be resold back to the very people they stole from (at an exorbitant marked up prices of course). But most importantly, no Alliance brass telling him where to go and where to die. No more getting sold down the river by admirals or politicians who'd shake your hand one minuet then stab you in the back the next. Yes... In a week John would finally have freedom, real freedom, the type of freedom that only pirates knew. For them the entire galaxy was at their fingertips, all they needed to do was cast a weathered eye to the horizon and pick a star. But for now, those dreams would have to wait.

As the heavy bass club music washed over him like a wave, he gave the Asari bartenders a glance and small smile. They didn't return either. John could see the gears tumbling in their minds. They were tired, and all thinking the same exact thing: Is this new asshole gonna try and start something? Kill someone? Or just hit on us?

They were all fair questions. Establishments like these had a regular customer base and didn't get new faces all that often. I mean shit, there were loads of civilized places on the Citadel if you wanted to get a drink. But those places had laundry lists of flaws that made conducting 'illicit' business, or secret rendezvous a nightmare. Namely, they had security coming out of the demon hole.

In Chora's Den, you didn't have any of that... Well, less of it at least. Here, all they really cared about was that you payed your bill in full at the end of the night, and that you didn't bring any unneeded attention from C-Sec. Other than that the sky was really the limit. Granted as this was the Citadel and not Omega, you still had to follow some rules of common law. But for what Shepard needed, this place would work out nicely. If everything went according to his plans, by this time next week, Johnathan would be in command of the most advanced warship humanity had ever constructed.

Blending into the crowd, he sized up the other patrons as he made his way to an empty booth in the back and sat down. All in all it was a fairly regular crowd for this type of establishment. Drunks copping a feel of the waitresses as they moved about the room, mixed species at the bar and other tables enjoying themselves. Most just wanted to drown their sorrows in a bottle and find a little companionship for the night.

Almost as soon as he sat down, John noticed a blonde haired blued eyed human girl striding over to his booth. Her hair was in twin tails and she was wearing a see through pink frilly nightgown one might purchase from a sex shop. A smile came to John's lips when she got closer and he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts couldn't be larger than a b-cup and her pink nipples were painfully erect in the cold air. His mind raced with all the thoughts of the perverse things he'd love to do to her.

"Hey there handsome, I'm Lexus. What can I get for ya?" The innocence in her sweet, honey soft voice, betrayed the image her sinfully risque attire portrayed.

"Why hello, sweetheart." he smugly replied as his eyes trained on her curvy hips. She couldn't be more than seventeen years old. "Are you by any chance on the menu?"

"Mhmm," she giggled and handed him a datapad, "I'm working the floor right now, sugar. But maybe after I get off, we can have a play date in the back room."

As much as Shepard loved meaningless sex, he wasn't into the whole naughty father/daughter thing. It just crossed too many boundaries. "Maybe later," he gave her a wink to let her down easy. "for now though I'm just gonna browse the menu."

"Sure thing, take your time." she swayed her hips and nibbled on her index finger, trying her best to seduce him.

Before she left, Lexus formed her lips in a silent O and blew him a fruity scented pink bubble. With a loud pop, she made a display of removing the gum from her powder pink lips and back into her mouth with her tongue. Like most clubs, the dancers and waitress's were actually prostitutes by trade. Shaking their ass's on the stage, hoping to scout out rich clients to take to the vip rooms later. And from Lexus's little display it was clear she mainly entertained Turian gentlemen, they pretty much got off on the whole nimble tongue thing.

Idly, he wondered how many Turians the girl had been with. She looked so young that it couldn't have been very many. Smirking at the thought, John activated the datapad and glanced at the list of girls working this evening. Knowing his plan required cooperation from Wrex, his old Krogan acquaintance, John quickly discarded any whores who wouldn't fully service the battlemasters needs. Not that Wrex needed much motivation to join him in a fight, but it was a small touch that Shepard felt would help secure the deal. With the list now considerably narrowed, he picked out a voluptuous blue Asari stripper named Serenity, paid the steep 5,000 credit fee for 24 hours of service, and bought a bottle of Serrice Ice brandy.

A minute or so later, the selected call girl came out of the back room with his bottle resting snugly between her breasts, clutching two glasses between her fingers.

"Hello sugar, it's a pleasure to meet you." she warmly smiled and courteously bowed, her dancers outfit displaying generous amounts of cleavage. "I was told there would be a krogan?"

John had to resist the urge to keep her for himself. "He'll be along shortly." cracking the seal on his bottle, he poured himself four fingers worth of the amber liquor.

"Good, for a second there I was worried that I'd have to shatter another humans ego."

"Funny."

Sliding into the booth, the Asari took a seat next to him, pressing as much of herself against him and held out her glass expectantly. "Oh, and I don't usually do the whole group thing. But seeing as you're kinda cute, I might make an exception... For the right fee of course."

"But of course." John retorted as he filled her glass. Taking a sip from his own he savored the spirits smooth taste. "Since we have a while before my guest arrives, why don't you show me what you got?" his tone making it clear this was more of a demand than an actual offer.

"My time your dime sugar, anything in particular you wanna see?"

Tapping the table with his fingers, John reclined back far enough so that his view of the door wouldn't be obstructed by Serenity's moving body. Downing and quickly refiling his cups contents he smiled, "Show me something with flexibility."

"As you wish."

Slowly beginning to move her hips with the rhythm of the music serenity began what could best be described as an erotic ballet. Her legs spread and closed teasing her Azure into his field of view. Her hips began rising and falling with the beat, almost as if she was riding some invisible lover. Her supple swaying breasts were a sight to behold, her tight dancers outfit had enough slack to make John believe the globes would slip from their constricting confines with every sweeping movement. Eyes fixated on the sensual display John felt his bulge painfully strain against his pant's, what he wouldn't give to spread her perfectly formed ass cheeks and plunge himself into her warm depths all night long.

But she was for Wrex, and while Shepard wasn't an expert on Krogan biology, he had fought enough of 'em to know that they had an excellent sense of smell. Which meant the battlemaster would more than likely smell his seed on her and be insulted at getting sloppy seconds. Sighing, he tugged at the bulge in his pants and knew he would need to relieve his needs later.

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Chora's Den

Urdnot Wrex

Humans, the newest species to step onto the galactic stage, on average not that smart, and easy to kill... well, easy for a krogan. Turian's sure seemed to have some trouble with them though... Then again everyone in the hierarchy has a stick so far up their ass for regulations that they can probably taste shit and splinters. he,he,he, it's so thoughtful of them to pre-skewer themselves for roasting.

The old warrior chuckled deeply at the thought of Turian's being spit roasted over an open fire. Refocusing on why he came, Wrex headed to the secluded back area of the club and saw Shepard wave him over.

"Shepard." he nodded

"Wrex." John replied as he escorted Serenity down off the table.

"Shepard."

"Wrex."

"Shepherrrrrrrrddd."

"Wreeeeeexxxx."

"Shepard, Shepard, Shepard."

"Wrex, Wrex, Wrex."

"Excuse me? But what's going on?" Serenity asked, clearly confused with the banter between the two.

John chuckled and pinched the brow of his nose, "It's a long story."

The Krogan took a seat, flanking the Asari, and the whole booth whined in protest. "Good ones usually are."

"True." John nodded, "I take it you're still drinking Ryncol."

"Better than that weak swill you call brandy... Whose the girl?"

"She's for you actually. A gift of respect from one warlord to another." said John respectfully as he ordered a bottle of the stuff.

Inhaling the dancers scent, Wrex smelled the Asari's excitement. "You got good taste human." training his red eyes on the luscious blue girl, "You've ever been with a Krogan?"

Serenity bowed her head and smiled, "On numerous occasions."

Wrex belted out a laugh, "Those were pyjacks. I'm talking about real Krogan, honey."

Knowing Krogan liked a challenge, Serenity shot back. "And are you a real Krogan?" accusations dripped from her purple lips.

Oh gawd, no. John's face hit the table. "Look, before you two start going at it like bunnies in heat. We have things that need to be discussed, Wrex."

Wrex sighed, "Agreed. Why don't we move into someplace more comfortable?" nodding his large head in the direction of the private VIP booths.

"I couldn't agree more. I got a room ready for us."

Chora's Den VIP section

Glad to no longer have the entire bar looking at him, John activated the short range EM pulse program on his omni- tool. Seconds later the muffled sounds of short circuiting electronics could be heard from within the walls and ceiling. "That's better, least now no one is listening in."

"A little paranoid are we?" chuckled Wrex, his lips curling into a smile. Grabbing the Asari's wrist and playfully yanking her into his lap, the battle master wasted no time in tearing Serenity's dancer outfit to shreds with his thick claws. "Hope you don't mind if I get started, It's been a long time since I could afford high quality Asari."

"By all means be my guest, I did buy her for you after all." Sheaprd said as plainly as possible, choosing to focus on Wrex's facial scar rather than the blue mounds being kneaded by the turtle like creatures three fingered hand. "That being said, if you're gonna pop your thermal clip, please do it in one of her holes, I really don't want to explain to the Kilimanjaro's laundry staff why my shirt has krogan cum stains."

"Ha!" singularly snorted Wrex as he popped the clasps on his groin plate. With a small hiss the pressure seals released and a thirteen inch flaccid organ swung free. Grabbing the back of Serenity's head the Krogan gently positioned her face near his crotch, making it quite clear what he wanted her to do. Being nice he Picked out one of the rooms many pillows and placed it on his knee for her to comfortably rest on.

Wondering how long this was all going to take, Shepard removed his glasses and began thoroughly cleaning the thin framed rectangle shaped lenses. Apparently Wrex found this highly amusing as it caused a chorus of booming hardy laughs to fill the small room,

"Want to get a better view and see what a real male looks like little, Shepard?" Joked Wrex while he tenderly caressed Serenity's plump rear. Squeezing it few more times for fun, he then sunk his hand lower to rub the whores Azure. Grumbling over the fact that she was still only stroking him the scarred krogan slowly pushed her face down until her plush purple lips met his organs thick brown head. "Well.. What are you waiting for? Don't you know you're reluctance is disrupting our meeting." Turning a strait face face to the sitting human the Korgan winked.

"Glad to see you remembered that I'm still here." John humorously mused as he watched Serenity's head slowly inch down Wrex's monster leviathan. "So... Shall we begin?"

"Give me a sec" was all the reply John got before Wrex yanked the asari off of his slightly erect cock. Pulling her legs over his waist the battle master vigorously prodded her unprepared entrance. Pushing her face close to his Wrex forced his large bulbous tongue down the writhing woman's throat, John saw her try to force herself from his grasp, but Wrex's lightning quick arms locked her in place. For minuets Shepard watch him force his massive tongue deeper and deeper into the Asari's mouth while she gagged and gasped for air. And every time Wrex slightly extracted his penetrating tongue for her to breath, a series of saliva filled drool bubbles would explode from the Asari's mouth.

Patience wearing thin John finally spoke up, "How long is this going to take?"

Serenity gasped deeply as Wrex finally removed every inch of himself from her. "What? she was complaining that her throat wasn't ready so I was just stretching it out for her."

"My how thoughtful of you" Shepard said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "You do know that I have other places to be right? Not that I don't enjoy the show."

"Fine" Wrex grumbled as serenity climbed back down over his lap, this time however the Asari wasted no time in shoveling all of his pulsating length down into her throat. "Ahhhh there we go, good girl." The battlemaster hummed as the whore began bobbing her head up and down. Much to John's surprise with every push down, the whore was able to move her head closer and closer to wrex's lap.

"She any good?" curiously asked John, wondering if he should buy another whores time for himself.

"Is the little Lion getting lonely." patronized Wrex as grabbed her head and forced himself to stay in the whores warm vibrating throat. Not long after John heard the old warlord roar his release, shooting thick ropes of foul smelling yellow cum into her gullet. Grunting Wrex continued to empty the contents of his four hefty balls into the small woman, causing he seed to spurt from her nose and mouth. Shepard watched in mystified horror as Serenity's eyes rolled back into her head as her throat convulsed and the muscles began milking the beast for everything he was worth.

"Well that was fun." chuckled Wrex in labored breaths as he pulled out of her mouth with a wet *pop* "So Shepard, what do you need?"

pulling up his Omni-tool John snapped a couple pictures of the cum covered panting Asari who was too focused on trying to breath to notice the orange glow and flash of his camera. "Sorry about that." John said as he retook his seat, "What I need is your contacts within the blood pack on Omega, specifically I need seven or eight worriers like yourself, not dumb pups who blindly charge into gunfire, but veteran Battle Masters who understand working as a team and following orders."

wiping his deflating shaft on a nearby pillow Wrex shot him a glare. "What do you need em for?"

"I need em to help me capture a ship. Naturally there will be a handsome reward, and the battle will be one worthy of praise in the halls of Tuchanka"

"What type of ship?"

Taking a long sip of his brandy John smiled, "The classified and heavily defended type."

"It be expensive" the krogran grinned

"Alliance is footing the bill," nodding to the cum covered whore, "Why do you think I had no problem shilling out the creds for her."

"Give me a few hours and i'll see what I can dig up." walking and flipping the panting asari over Wrex grinned, "Now if you excuse me i see two more holes that I need to explore. Unless you wanna stay for an encore I suggest you leave."

As the door shut behind him Shepard saw the Krogan start relentless pounding the screaming Asari, and John couldn't help but pity the poor girl.