Summary: After the reaper war, the turian population are dwindling. It is only right for Garrus to do his duty to his people...right? masskink prompt. PWP-ish. Oneshot.

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"After the war, say two or three years...

Shepard and Garrus are happily married. The galaxy is slowly recovering, everything is happy and fine.

And then Garrus is informed that as part of the Hierarchies "population recovery directive" he is required to mate with at least one turian female. Garrus is somewhat uncomfortable with this, due to his relationship with Shepard.

Shepard, a massive cuckquean, sees to it he ends up breeding far more than one."

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It won't be cuckquean, but OP is okay with that, so that's good. There will be threeways, F/M/F, F/F and F/M. Sassy (horny) turian women and a slightly awkward (and lovely) sniper.

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When Garrus first touched the subject with her, he did so tentatively. He had only received the message a few days prior. The very official and important looking message that had made his heart jump up to lodge itself in his throat this close after the reaper war, fearing bad news. When he had finally opened it to see what it said, well... His heart hadn't exactly moved down a few stories.

Shepard of course knew at once that he had something important to tell her. She gave him that look that usually proceeded her barking at him in her commander voice: Spit it out, Vakarian. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, her fingers clasping around her knees, watching as he paced in front of the coffee table.

Garrus fiddled with his own fingers behind his back, scratching the lining surrounding his claws, a really bad habit. He should stop doing that. Releasing his grip he clenched and unclenched his hands a couple of times before stopping and turning towards her. He just had to come out and say it. To be honest, he didn't have any idea how she would react to the news.

"Shepard," he said and forced himself to look her in the eyes. "I, hrm, received an interesting letter from the Primarch the other day." She stayed quiet, waiting for him to lay it out for her. "It contained, uhm... you know we took heavy casualties to the reapers." The red hair bounced lightly on her shoulders when she gave a concise nod. "The turians, I mean. Apparently we're having difficulties to..." Stop fidgeting, man! "There are preliminary reports that we will have difficulties in the future should our population not reach it's previous numbers." Good, smooth, talk clinical some more, that won't make this any more awkward. "As you also know the Hierarchy is built on a set of ranks and the further up you are the more... desirable you are." Shepard's brows rose on her forehead when she heard that one. He fidgeted some more, was it getting hot in here? "Not many are as high up right now as the heroes of the war..."

"Are you saying you've gotten breeding requests?" Shepard had dropped her jaw on the table, her eyes big as she stared at him.

If turians could blush... The only thing keeping Garrus from breaking under her incredulous look was years and years of discipline honed in the military.

"Yes," he affirmed. "But it's more like... an order, really. A request to take up the duty to my people."

"I bet..." Shepard was still dumbstruck, and it made it difficult to see what she really felt about it. Should he make up the couch already or...? After a while she blinked and focused her eyes a bit more intently on him. "How many?"

"How many? Oh, uhm, hrm... As many as I'd like, apparently." When the skin crinkled above her nose he hurried to her side, taking her hand. "But Shepard... I don't have to do this. If it makes you uncomfortable or... I'm not letting something like this come between us, not after everything. The Hierarchy be damned."

Her hand was warm in his grip, her thin fingers squeezed him while her eyes flickered around the room. Her lower lip flushed with color when she bit it, worrying it with her white teeth. That wasn't a bad reaction. It meant she was thinking it over. Oh, Spirits! She was thinking it over? He hadn't expected that.

"Can I read the message?" she asked.

"Yes, yeah, sure." Garrus hurriedly sent her the text, flipping it over between their omni-tools.

She didn't say anything as she opened the document and started reading. Trying to not stress her, he averted his eyes from her face, but deep down the wait was slowly killing him.

He was happy in their post war bliss. They had retired to a small house, far from civilization, and curious reporters, on earth after the cleanup was done. There wasn't a lot of people that knew where they lived and they were happy with that. Anyone who'd come for a request would of course have to be screened properly beforehand. In his mind Garrus was already setting up a process for who they let in through their doors. Stop, stop, he told himself. She hasn't approved of anything yet.

When she shifted on the soft cushion he thought that maybe she was done, but she just got up from the sofa and walked over to her office. Still quiet and without giving him a second look.

It took her three hours before she emerged from her study, at which time Garrus had stopped waiting and was fiddling around the house. Doing some dishes, arranging and reorganizing on surfaces, anything to keep himself from going in there and demanding an answer. She would have to make up her own mind about this, he wouldn't push her into anything. As secure as they were in their relationship, he wasn't prepared to risk anything over a stupid breeding request.

He dropped what he was doing when she stopped in front of him, hands fixed next to her sides.

"Yes," she said in a way that told him without a doubt that was her answer.

It was his turn to blink in confusion.

"What? Really?" he blurted out.

"Yes." A small grin spread on her face. "But only if I get to join."

Garrus mind short circuited. The possibilities rushed past in his mind's eye. The thought of having both a turian woman and Shepard at the same time took his breath away. Trying to keep the erogenous thoughts of her silken skin pressed up against a thin, lithe body to a minimum, he scratched his neck.

"Are you sure?" he asked and leveled her with intense eyes. "I don't want things to be weird between us."

She shook her head and stepped up to him. Her fingers were cold when she laid them on his arms. She must have been sitting by her terminal; her fingers always got cold when she worked in there.

"You should do this," she said a soft smile on her lips. "Do you duty to your people. Besides... How often do you get a chance like this?" There was something sparkling in her eyes that made Garrus' plates shift. The thoughts that tried to invade his head were getting harder to control.

"Okay," he said, his mandibles quivering in anticipation.

"Okay," she agreed and the soft smile grew to a lascivious grin as she roughly grabbed his shirt and pulled him down into a kiss.