Their bare chests heaved as the two avian humanoids grappled, clad only in their pants, their talons locked, their heads down, their plated backs rippling as the muscles beneath battled for dominance over each other. Suddenly, the slightly shorter creature lashed his leg out, hooking it behind the other's knee and locking his partner's spur with his ankle, breaking his rooted stance and sending him tumbling to the floor.
There, the cockfight ended. Nihlus extended a hand to his grey opponent and hauled him up from the floor.
Shit. Somehow he had managed to lose this round of sparring. Generally Garrus and his Spectre partner were well-matched in hand-to-hand combat, but tonight, the former C-Sec officer was off his game.
"Come." The red turian's voice rumbled in Garrus' ear, hot breath on the back of his neck.
He took the other male's hand, leading him to the training room lounge that on any other turian ship would be holding a raucous crowd of gamblers. However, this was Nihlus' ship, and the small crew would all be at their stations- the two of them were alone here.
"Come," he says again, a grin in his voice, and this time he gently pushes Garrus back onto the floor.
"Again? Was that really necessary, Nihlus?" came the grey turian's response as he landed on his back with a grunt.
"Remember our deal." That same cocky tone. "I won, so tonight, I'm the boss."