F!Turian/M!Human - This is a story about a man named Konstantin Judd and his travels across the galaxy as a journalist and writer for the 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. He find himself, in hunt for useful information, on the backwater station of Omega where he meets a very interesting turian woman that can give him all the answers he would ever want and more. How lucky huh? Or is it? Masskink fill. Oneshot.

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Original Prompt: . ?thread=40137300#t40137300

"There's an overabundance of Garrus\F!Shep and derivative stories, but I've found only three F!Turian\M!Human fills on the internet.

Could be First Contact War, Reaper War or whatever.

Smut, fluff, plot and continuity."

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Konstantin Judd was no coward. At least he didn't see himself as such. There was a difference between being a coward and what he now was, running for his life through Omega's cramped back alleys. The military would have called it a tactical retreat, he was okay with that. Not that he couldn't hold his own in a fight. He could, put a gun in his hand and he would not let you down, he even had the scars to prove it. But alone, on unknown territory, against a whole squad of trained mercenaries... there were better odds after all.

He had come to the seedy backwater station of Omega to learn about it, the life people led here and what place the mined out asteroid had in the bigger scheme of things in the galaxy. But not because he was just curious, on some personal quest for personal knowledge. No, he was a journalist, a field researcher for the esteemed and wholly amazing book A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. The article on Omega was, he had noticed, poorly lacking and he had set out to rectify this.

That was why he had come to this god forsaken rock. That was how he had, on his second day on the station, stumbled across a meeting of sorts he was apparently not welcome too. That was why he now found himself running as fast as his legs could carry him away from the men with guns and a will to litter his body with holes. Konstantin Judd felt he had enough holes already, thank you very much, and he would pass on the offer.

When he rounded a corner with no illusions that his pursuers wouldn't be there in a second, his innards froze in panic. He didn't know the area and somehow he now found his escape route cut off in a large storage room and he couldn't see an exit door anywhere. With a sinking heart that was beating rapidly in his chest he dove behind a couple of crates in a desperate attempt to hide from the approaching death. Would it hurt, he wondered, to die? He didn't know what would come, if there was an afterlife or just being swallowed into the nothingness. The Guide didn't cover the life after death, as it tried to remain religiously unbound and he didn't really have any own deities to pray to.

Hard boots clanked on the metal floor as the squadron of mercenaries entered the room only seconds after him.

"Spread out," he heard the order barked from one of them. He had seemed to be their leader, had seemed to lead that clandestine meeting that would most likely seal this hitchhiker's fate today. "Hey, boy! We know you're in here! Why don't you just show yourself to spare everyone's time?"

No, no, he would sit here if anyone didn't mind. Konstantin didn't feel like revealing his position at all.

He could hear footsteps closing in on his position, the faint clinking of armor as the soldier moved and a shadow had started to loom over the crate's top. So this was it huh? That merc would soon come around the corner and spot him and his days would be over. Konstantin felt his palms sweat up and a slight white buzz was starting to spread in his ears. Was he about to faint?

Suddenly the room fell in total darkness. A second later a scream in pain sounded from one of the soldiers.

"What was that?" someone said.

"Mike? You still there?" someone else asked.

The answering silence pressed against them.

A curse from one of his comrades filled it before a sharp snap echoed through the room. The sound of a body hitting the floor sent the rest of the mercs into a panic.

In the chaotic firefight that followed he caught glimpses of something white weaving through the men. Short flashes of light from the energy weapons lighting up blurred, fast moving contours. Konstantin's mind forced him to remember all the ghost stories he heard growing up. Myths of avenging spirits coming back from the dead. He tucked himself hard against the crate he was hiding behind and listens as the men who was about to kill him fell one by one from this unknown enemy.

It isn't until the light turned on again he dared to peak above the edge. The commander of the group is standing by one of the panels, apparently having just managed to get the lights working again. But it is too late, the white figure was already standing in front of him.

Konstantin blinked in surprise. It was a turian woman, with pale, almost white, skin and greyish blue scales. Two black strips of paint ran down her face, crossing her eyes and disappearing in under the collar covering her neck. Aside from an omni-blade glowing in her right hand he saw no weapons on her. It made him shiver, looking over the floor where the still bodies of the soldiers lay. How had she killed them all?

The female turian tucked her blade under the their leaders chin and leveled him with a cold stare.

"Merkasia says hello," she said before the blade made it's way up into his skull. A spasm went through his body and it went limp and slid lifeless down from the console.

A breath he hadn't been aware he was holding slipped out and made his chest relax again. He heaved himself up with the help of the crate, unsure if his shaking legs would hold him or not.

"Thanks," he said. "You just saved my life." He couldn't believe it.

The next moment he wished he hadn't spoken. Dark, cold eyes snapped to his direction, making him tense up again. There was no kindness in them. No relief in seeing him alive. With a threatening stance she started to walk towards him.

"I'm not with those other people," he blurted with dim hopes of maybe be able to get out of this alive shrinking with each step she took. He matched it, backing away from her.

"I don't care," the pale turian said without breaking stride. "You've seen my face, you are a liability."

His retreat was cut short, a wall appearing behind his back. Crap. His eyes darted in every direction in search for an escape route, but then she crowded him and he felt the tip of her omni-blade playing just under his chin. He tried his best to not think of the mercenary commander that lay, still warm, just a few meters away.

"Give me one reason not to kill you," she said in that same vibrating, plain voice.

Had Konstantin been a turian, or any other race with a wider hearing range, he would have been able to hear the hint of pleading in the woman's voice. As it was, he didn't and it didn't help his body from reacting on it's own accord. Her lean long legs and chest were warm against his own and she was so close he could feel her breath on his cheeks. Fear prickled his skin, the show she just put on still fresh in his mind. This woman was powerful and she knew it. Confidence radiated from her like an aura.

Fear turned to excitement. The same kind that he had felt while running for his life earlier. Adrenalin being pumped out throughout his veins. But there was something in the scent of her... Konstantin felt his cheek heat up as tension started pooling in his gut.

Something shifted in her cold eyes and she leaned in and lowered her nose centimeters from his neck. He hardly dared to breathe when she inhaled deeply, a soft oscillating thrum starting in her chest.

"Good enough," she breathed next to his ear and ran a talon down his exposed neck. He couldn't help but notice how sharp they were. Did she file them that way? God help him if the sensation and the danger of how even her bare hands would be able to shred him to pieces didn't turn him on in the worst way. There must be something wrong with him. Her voice was a low purr when she continued. "Have you ever been with a turian woman?" A wet, soft tongue darted out to taste his exposed skin and he squirmed where he stood, pressed between a hard cold wall and a warm, nice, female body.

"No," he forced out of a constricted throat.

She pulled back slightly and looked at him.

"Would you want to?" she offered, searching for consent in his eyes.

He almost laughed out loud in shock. She could kill without blinking an eye in cold blood but here she drew the line? Interesting.

"Yes," he answered.

She took a step back and half turned from him.

"Then come with me."

She led him back through the storage room, up a ladder, down a catwalk and when they exited the building Konstantin almost backed inside again. The turian woman was walking casually along a small ledge, a wall on one side and a belly gripping drop on the other, without a railing or anything to keep you safe. She didn't turn to look at him when he stopped, but he got the feeling that she knew he hesitated.

The ledge led around the building, across a street over to a lower building on the opposite side. There she made him go first down another ladder and when they reached ground level again she knelt beside a dumpster. This was one of the weirdest paths he had ever taken. Why couldn't they just have walked out the door and around the house to this most important of all garbage disposals? Wouldn't that have been a bit less life threatening?

He was just about to ask what she was up to when a panel clicked and opened like small door behind the container. Still kneeling, she stepped aside and motioned for him to get in. Konstantin hunched down to look inside. It was pitch black. He looked over at the woman with a glance that asked if she was completely crazy. Maybe she couldn't read human expressions or she didn't care, she just urged him on. The same cold edge in her eyes as before started to creep back in and Konstantin pressed down a shiver. She had wanted to kill him after all. He was under no illusion she would go through with her threat if he didn't go along with this.

So he pressed on. Got down on his knees and his eyes opened as wide as they could to see anything in the looming darkness. Here and there he saw a few fluctuations, weak light bouncing off the walls and he felt metal under his hands.

They had only crawled through the tight space for a minute or two when the darkness started to fade however, if only slightly, and he heard her move behind him.

"You can stand up," she said and as he did he felt her pass him.

They had come out in a small passage of sorts. It wasn't wide enough to stretch your arms and the ceiling was almost brushing his hair back when they walked.

"What is this place?" he wondered.

"Forgotten service tunnels," she answered.

Just then a pair of clear big eyes popped up from a dark shadow just at his right elbow. A pale human child's face was soon to follow. He felt his heart race and he hurried his steps to walk close to his mysterious guide. A small laugh escaped her and she threw a glance behind her at the kid.

"Well... almost forgotten anyway," she said, her mandibles splaying out in a grin. "Homeless kids use them for shelter as not many grown ups can get in through the vents, so it's relatively safe."

He nodded. He knew Omega well enough from reputation to believe that the children needed someplace safe to stay.

They turned around so many corners Konstantin almost thought them to be lost, but the woman seemed sure in her steps. Soon she instructed him to crawl into another small duct and when he reached the end they emerged out into a back alley. He stretched his limbs tentatively as he watched her climb out after him. He wasn't used to cramped up places as the one they had just left and it didn't exactly make him feel at ease.

"Hey madam," a child's voice came from deeper in the alley. A boy of around ten came towards them. His clothes, ill torn and dirty, sat loosely on his tin body. But by the look in his face you could never have guessed he lived a harsh life on the streets. Konstantin saw courage there, courage and seasoning well beyond his years. It hurt his heart a little to look and he wished they didn't have to live here. Didn't have to grow up as fast as they did. That they could have had a mother and a father who cared for them on some green planet somewhere.

"Hey kid," the turian woman said back to him when he neared.

"You want some, madam?" he asked, rummaging in one pocket and pulling out a small package.

"What you got for me today?" she asked and Konstantin got the feeling these two knew each other from before.

The kid didn't answer, just handed her the package which she opened and pulled out something that looked a little like a cigarette. But when she lifted it towards her nose and sniffed it he could tell it wasn't your usual kind of tobacco in there. Konstantin wasn't used to drugs, he wasn't the type to ride the highs or explore the waves. This was the first time he actually saw any of it and it made him ill at ease. Sure they weren't in citadel space, but still... He was sure that could ruin anybody's life.

They had started haggling. This he was used to however, and he could tell the woman had the upper hand. When he thought she was going to keep pushing she relented, handed him a few credit chips and put the small package in the inside pocket of her west.

"Always a pleasure doin' business with you, madam," the boy said as he nodded and walked off.

"See you around, kid," she answered and turned, started walking out to the street like nothing out of the ordinary had just taken place. Maybe for her, it hadn't.

Konstantin hurried on to catch up with her and took his strides next to her when he did.

"You an addict?" he felt emboldened enough to ask, although with a lower voice than normal. The whole idea of drugs and how they could destroy someone made him feel angry inside.

She didn't seem to take offense though as she smirked in his direction.

"Spirits, no," she said. "I never touch the stuff."

He was thrown. She had just bought a whole package of 'the stuff' hadn't she?

"Then why...?" he started but didn't know how to finish the sentence.

She just shrugged.

"I'm no good samaritan or anything." She kept her eyes forward as she led him down the street and around a corner. "But I grew up here on the station. That was me not long ago and I know what happens when you're not able to fill your quota for the week. I'd rather his boss didn't have a reason to come down on him, it's never pretty. So I buy some now and again, sell it onwards, get a better price. The way I see it, we both win." Her voice told him loud and clear not to ask anything else or comment.

Konstantin tried not to blink, to gape. That was the last thing he had expected to hear. Did this cold blooded killer have a heart? He peeked at her from the corner of his eye as they walked. She just kept getting more and more interesting.

They soon reached an apartment building. Four stories up and five doors in, left them at, apparently, her home. It was small, two rooms and a kitchen and it didn't match the owner. The turian woman had given the impression of professionalism. The way she carried herself spoke of order and strict discipline under the relaxed exterior. Her gear was obviously, if not military grade, of fine quality. It didn't sit well with the messy place Konstantin now entered. The appartment wasn't perhaps dirty per se. But the items in it was littered all over the different surfaces. In the sofa there were clothes and blankets strewn. The coffee table had data pads and magazines, a few dishes, in a jumble. In the corner a crate stood wide open, random items thrown in without care.

"You live here?" he couldn't help but ask.

The woman had made her way over to the small kitchen, she paused and looked around.

"For now," she said and returned without any remorse at him seeing the disarray. She opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles. "I move around a lot. Take a seat." She nodded over at the sofa as she turned to face him again.

Konstantin moved a few pieces of clothes out of the way before he sat down. She joined him in the other corner and handed him one of the bottles.

"You drink beer, I hope," she said and opened her own.

"Yeah sure..." he hesitated before looking down at his flask. He blinked in surprise at the familiar label and then looked up at her again.

"I have levo friends," she explained with a smirk.

"Thanks," he pressed out and opened it. Took a full mouth of the bitter but well tasting liquid.

She was sipping her own drink while watching him with a somehow satisfied and slightly humorous expression. As if he amused her in some way. It made him very self conscious and he withstood the impulse to shift where he sat and tried not to be intimidated by her. He failed. She just looked so confident, and why shouldn't she be. She was in her own home and had the knowledge and skill to kill him on the spot if he did something that displeased her. It both disconcerted him and turned him on a little. Yes, there was definitely something wrong with him.

He took another deep gulp from the beer and then cleared his throat.

"So..." he started. "I don't know about you, but I prefer to know my... euhm... well... know something about my... whatever you want to call it." She didn't answer, just kept looking at him in that thrilling way. "So I'll start I guess." Now he couldn't help but shift a little as he felt his pulse quicken and heat rising up his neck. Was he making a fool out of himself? "My name is..."

He was interrupted by how a visor suddenly swept in over her eyes. First now he saw the small indications of implants on either side of her eyes. Those weren't entirely legal, he knew.

"Your name is Konstantin Judd," she said calmly as she read on her interface. "Born on a human colony in the Meta cluster. Father, mother, two sisters of which you are the youngest. Decent school grades. Finished your education at the School for Applied Arts, but quit after two years into a history program later on." He froze where he sat. How did she...? where had she...? When had she had time to find out so much about him? "Have been engaged to a nice, blond girl by the name of Eva Thull. Broke it off when she decided she wanted to settle down and have kids. Wise man." Her mandibles flared in a grin for a moment. "Are currently traveling the know galaxy with..." She hesitated, her eyebrows creasing in a question. "... a towel..." The orange hud disappeared from her face in an blink of an eye and she was now looking at him with a skeptical look on her face. "A towel? Really?"

Now it was his turn to grin. He told her about the Guide. She asked questions and looked baffled when he even pulled out his own copy and read her a thumbed out entry. In the end she was shaking her head. Humans, she had muttered under her breath.

The atmosphere around them had shifted into something more lighthearted. He almost felt at ease now, with her eyes alight in humor.

"Now you know who I am," he said. "What's your name?"

A short huffing laugh escaped her.

"I almost killed you for seeing my face, what do you think I'll do to you if you know my name?" The turian got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to his end of the sofa. The way she moved reminded him of her predatory ancestry and his heart caught in his chest for a moment. But she didn't look threatening in any way, quite the opposite in fact. She climbed up in his lap and straddled his thighs.

If it was the slight alcoholic tingle in his body or the way she swept hungry looks over his face, he didn't know. But Konstantin dared to place his hands on her thighs, caressing them and squeezing them slightly. They were softer than he'd imagined. He had expected hard chitin and rough scales.

"But I know nothing about you," he said while she places her hands on either side of his neck. He felt suddenly very exposed. "Who are you? What have you gone through to get here? Why did you kill those mercenaries? Why did you help that kid when the blood from them was still fresh on your hands? Why...?" Two sharp talons cut his words short. Fingers closed around his throat, but not hard, not in a choke hold. Yet he felt his head spin a little when the pads of her fingers expertly found two veins and pressed just hard enough to cut off the blood flow. Her face hovered mere inches over his face while his heart hammered away in his chest. Why was the threat of danger turning him on?

"You ask too many questions," she whispered softly and somehow her voice only got more beautiful because of the contrast between it and her hold on him.

Then her mouth was on his and she proved that this was not the first time she kissed a human. Her lips were much more pliable than Konstantin had imagined a turian's could be. Now they moved with his, slowly separating his lips and then a lithe tongue darted in for a quick taste. Sometime while his head had started swimming and he sought out more of her alien taste she had let go of his throat and wound her fingers in his dark, short hair. She pushed herself against him, arching her back and grinding their pelvises together.

A low thrumming growl started in her chest and the reverberating sensation coursed through his body, straight down to his groin. He expected he was in for a hell of a ride.

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To Be Continued...