Hey! For those of you reading this I am also the author of the 'Mass Effect Yaoi' story, this is a better read, enjoy~
Breath of God
"Come on, one more Commander!"
Shepard took another swig of liquor and smacked the cup down hard, letting the remains of the alcohol spill out onto the table. He took a deep breath collecting himself and swung the cup over to the crew member with the bottle. "Another!"
"Drink up Commander" laughed Kelly handing the shot glass to Shepard, leaning in a way that made her breasts pop out and press against her uniform, clearly putting on a show for him.
Shepard noticeably licked his lips, eyes staring straight at her chest as he took the cup from her hand. "Thanks" he muttered speech slightly slurred by his alcohol intake.
The whole ship was shaking with noise and drunken laughter. Earlier that day Shepard had lead a successful assault mission into the witch hat nebula, where they disarmed and destroyed a collector base. They rewarded themselves with a shore leave and cracking out the booze.
Shepard pressed the cup against his lips and downed the shot, his eyes rolling back in his head at the strange, bitter taste.
"Wanna go back to my quarters" giggled Kelly touching Shepard's fingers slightly.
"Hell yeah"
"Meet me in five minutes" she whispered standing up and trailing her hands down his torso as she disappeared into the crowded room.
He hurried to his feet, feeling the booze hit him hard. As he walked it was obvious how impaired his motor skills were, he could barely walk a straight line without tipping to the right.
Shepard stumbled through the Normandy's hall ways, he held tightly onto the railing, but it still wasn't enough to keep him up. Suddenly he went tumbling backwards, landing hard on another person.
"Fuck Commander..."
Shepard had his face firmly planted in between two legs. "Kelly" he muttered his hand rubbing the other's inner thigh and working his way to the zip on the uniform pants.
"What the hell Shepard!?" the other hissed trying to pull up their trousers that Shepard kept tugging down.
They kicked and punched, but somehow the Commander had managed to get the person's pants off and sling them across the hall.
"Let me touch your breasts" Huffed Shepard, his hands reaching up the other's shirt and grouping what little there was to call 'breasts'. "Kelly, I want to fuck you" he slurred, drunken eyes looking up at the stranger and pinching a nipple, a little too hard for the other's liking. " touch mine Kelly" Shepard grabbed the other's hand and placed it on his groined, moving fingers up and down to caress the steadily growing bulge.
"Let go!" "I'm not Kelly" shouted the other trying to pry Shepard's face away from his crotch. They were in the middle of a main hallway, there was no way this little fiasco had gone unnoticed.
The stranger squeaked as Shepard stuck his hand into his underwear. "Get out Shepard!" the other shouted trying desperately to remove Shepard from him.
"Kelly" Shepard whispered running his hand genitally across the strangers face. "Take off the hat; I wanna see your face when we fuck"
"Commander, it's not Kelly!"
The stranger weaved his hands away from Shepard and tried swinging again, this time landing a clean punch across the drunken man's face sending him flying backward.
"God damn it Shepard" huffed the other, looking down at the passed out man in front of him and trying to comprehend what happened.
"What the fuck?"
