Authors Notes: Smut ahoy! They finally get it on in this chapter and as a warning, it gets a bit rough.
A turian and his human
Sparatus sat in his office, waiting for Shepard to storm in. It would be about now that Anderson had told her that the support to evacuate the colonies had been withdrawn. He was angry that Shepard had deceived them. Udina had provided the proof that Shepard was still working for Cerberus. They were behind the colonies disappearances and intended to attack the rescue ships.
Sure enough, a very angry Commander stormed in, looking ready to kill, "You withdrew your support. Fucking why?"
Sparatus stood up, moving in front of her, "Because you lied to us, Commander."
"How the fuck have I lied?" She yelled directly in Sparatus' face
"You are still working for Cerberus. They are behind the colony attacks."
"Excuse me? I'm working for Cerberus? Has old age fucked with your mind?" She paced the office, moving away from him, occasionally throwing a glare in his direction, "I saved half of the colonists on Horizon. You think I'd bother if I was working to kidnap them all?"
"Udina found..." He stopped mid sentence as she moved directly in front of him again.
"Udina," She whispered, angrily, "What has that shit done now?
"He called us into a meeting. Showed us the proof," Sparatus could see Shepard getting even more angry. So angry in fact, it had made him start to doubt Udina.
Shepard grunted, pulling her gun from its holster, "I'm going to add an Ambassador to my kill list. When I come back, I might just add a Councillor to it," She stormed out of his office, heading back to the human embassy. She could hear shouting as she got near the door. As it opened, she was greeted by the scene of Anderson beating Udina into the ground and several C-Sec officers trying to pull him off, "What is going?" She shouted, making Anderson get up.
He took a deep breath, bent over, hands on his knees, "I was just beating a confession out of the back stabbing bastard."
"Did you get one?"
"I did. Here.." He threw a data pad at her, in which she caught, "Proof he lied. Take it to Sparatus and ram it down his throat.
Shepard snorted with laughter, "Gladly. Have fun, sir."
Sparatus waited for Shepard to return and he knew she would. Surprisingly, he felt bad about making her angry. He enjoyed nothing more than really winding her up, but this time, he just felt bad. It was her people in danger and it was clear she wanted to protect them. After she left, he really started to doubt Udina's claims. He knew that man was a deceitful bastard but to endanger his own kind, that was low even for a man like Udina.
His heart lurched as his office door opened and there she was, storming towards him, like a wave of destruction. She threw a data pad on his desk before crossing her arms, tapping her foot expectantly, "I see you found Udina."
"I did. Proof that he lied. I'll be taking that support now."
"I'll have to discuss it with the other Councillors."
Shepard moved around to the side of the desk he was sat at, yanking the chair back and spinning it around to face her. She moved in between his legs, her arms either side of his head, hands against the back of the chair, "Now you listen to me, Councillor," Sparatus noted the way she said his title, as if she was mocking the idea of it, "You have nothing to discuss, you tell them they are to give support. Are we clear?"
"We are, Shepard," He watched as she leant over him, so close he could smell her fruity scent. It took all his strength to stop himself from pulling her on to his lap. She looked so beautiful, her blue eyes locked on to his, if she was seeking an answer to a question she had yet to ask. Without thinking, forcefully pulled her on to his lap, reaching up to release her hair from its normal position on her head, letting the silky black locks fall into his fingers. He tugged on her hair, pulling her head back to expose her long neck to him, his teeth grazing against the supple skin.
She moaned, as his teeth nipped at her neck, probably marking her flesh. Her heart was beating hard as she leant into him, her hands tracing the lines of his colony markings. Tugging hard on his fringe, making him hiss, she crushed her lips against his mouth plates, the faint taste of metal and something slightly sweet hitting her tongue. She groaned when his roughened tongue trace the lines of her bottom lip, trying to tempt her mouth open. She eagerly welcomed him in her mouth, his tongue finding hers, each seeking dominance over the other. She felt the zip of her jacket being yanked down, moving back to shrug it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.
He watched as more of her creamy skin was revealed to him, the flat of her stomach, the curious little hole in the the middle, the swell of her breasts, it all looked so enticing. With a growl, he ripped a talon through the lace fabric of her bra, yanking at it until it fell apart in his hands. He palmed her breasts, as he kissed her so eagerly. She was warm to touch, soft and inviting. He longed to explore her body with his hands and mouth, to have his hands against her enticing curves, to lose himself with in her.
Shepard pulled away, breathless, lips swollen, resting her forehead against his crest, "Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?"
"I've been with asari. I have to say, they don't compare."
She sat back, giving him a suspicious look, "Was that a compliment, Councillor?"
He laughed, pulling her back to him, her head against his crest once again, "Yes it was."
"Good. So are you going to nail me to the desk or do I need to service myself?"
In a display of turian strength, he stood up, taking her with him, putting her down on the cold marble surface. He pressed a button on his terminal, "Imra, cancel all my appointments and do not disturb me. The Commander and I have important things to discuss."
"Yes Councillor," His asari assistant replied.
He pressed another button, changing the privacy settings. The door locked and the windows blacked out, "We don't want to be disturbed, do we?"
"Oh I don't know. I'm sure people would be very interested to know that the turian Councillor fucked the only human Spectre into oblivion."
"It would certainly interest the publishers of the Fornax," He leant over the desk, pressing Shepard down, her back against the surface. He watched, his chest rumbling with anticipation as she forcefully pulled on the buckles of his jacket, pulling it down his arms. She did the same to his under shirt, revealing his bare torso. She had never seen a turian naked in the flesh and his alien body fascinated her. He had a hard, defined chest, covered in protective plates, waist narrow and hips almost square. The thing she noticed most was a long deep scar that run the width of his abdomen. She gently touched it, making him flinch. She knew that was a subject for another time. She leaned back on the desk, pulling him with her. They kissed again, slightly less urgent than the first time, but both still wanting more.
He pulled away from her lips, nuzzling into her neck, nipping at her skin. He finally had her at his mercy, her body open and ready for his exploration. He moved down to the space between her breasts, his hands palming her breasts, earning him a delicious little groan. He moved his attentions to the pert little peaks of her breasts, his blue tongue teasing it, making it hard. He suckled on her nipple, while tweaking the other with his fingers, talon scratching against them slightly. He growled deep in his sub vocals as he felt her hands caress the soft area under his fringe, then he caught on to her intention as she pushed him downwards slightly. He decided for once, he'd give her what she wanted as he kissed her stomach before he hooked his fingers around the hem of her trousers, pulling them down her legs, panties joining the trousers, throwing them somewhere in the room. He spread her legs, casting his eyes over her sex, the soft pink folds inviting.
Shepard gasped as his fingers probed her, testing what made her moan. She reached down and guiding him to her clit, pulling her hand away when he read her cue. Gently, he teased it, his sub vocals reacting to her soft groaning. But he wasn't content with just her gentle groaning, he really wanted to hear her. He had heard stories of human females becoming very vocal when pleasured in the right way and he wanted to know for himself if it was true. He pulled his chair back and sat down, his eyes still on the human displayed before him, gripping her hips to pull her closer, pushing her legs further apart. He kissed her thighs, smelling her fragrant skin before nuzzle into her sex, his body reacting to the scent of her arousal. He flicked his tongue against her folds, experimentally, tasting her reactions. He teased different areas, finally reaching her clit, making her groan loudly, bucking her hips upwards.
She gripped on to the edge of the desk as his turian tongue teased her clit relentlessly. She let out a long gasp as a thick finger entered her quickly, taking her by surprise, "Fuck" she groaned out as he found the right point inside of her. Suddenly, he suckled on her clit, her hips involuntarily undulating towards his face. She sat up slightly, watching as his face was buried deep between her legs, "Oh fuck," She cried out, "Right there...don..don't stop."
He listened to her cries, feeling a sense of smug satisfaction that he had the Commander Shepard on his desk, thrashing around and moaning for him to keep going. The scent of her arousal at his ministrations had gone to his head and the unbearable pressure behind his groin plates needed release. He moved slightly, but still continue his campaign to make her orgasm hard, using a free hand to tug down his trousers, running a finger down his seam to coax his cock out. Once he had some relief from the pressure in his groin, he returned his full attention back on his human lover. He sensed she was close as her back had arched, head thrown back, banging her palm against the desk.
Shepard knew she was so close, it almost felt like she could explode, "Fuck...fuck...fuck, fucking turian," She came with a roar that was so loud that his assistant could probably hear it. She fell limp against the desk, panting, her legs feeling like led.
Sparatus stood up, leaning over her slightly, watching in triumphant as she laid spent on his desk, "Tired already, Shepard?" He teased.
She snapped her head up, looking at him with darkened eyes, "Not on your fucking life, turian," She growled.
He stopped her when she tried to sit up to reach his cock, "Later Shepard," He growled, "I am going ruin you, little human."
"Bring it on, asshole!" She sneered.
He grabbed her arms, pinning her to the desk, his talons digging into her skin. He push the head of his length against her entrance, watching as he forced himself into her, nearly losing control at the tightness of her, "Spirits, Shepard. So tight..." He voice trailed off as he was fully sheathed within her, temporarily frozen at the delightful restricting of his cock, realising the grip on her arms.
She sat up slightly, smirking at the usually controlled Councillor, now at a loss, "What's the matter, Councillor. Cant handle a little human," She laughed teasingly. In response, he made a sound in his sub vocals that she realised was him accepting a challenge.
He looked at her with a possessive sneer, a wild animal like noise rumbling in his chest. He pulled out of her roughly, making her whine, picking her up with ease and forcefully bending her over the desk. He leant over her, nipping at her ear, "I am going to fuck you and you will scream, weak little human," He whispered, his voice low and dark. He slammed into her, no thought for gentle, he had a clear aim, to claim Commander Shepard as his own. He snarled as he grabbed her hair, pulling it hard, bringing her head back, as he slammed back into her again, making her cry out, begging him for more. He found a harsh, punishing rhythm, slamming into her with a grunt. She begged and pleaded for him to go harder, each noise she made turning him more into a raging animal, his voice echoing around his office. He yanked out her hair, pulling her up against his body, her neck exposed, too tempting for him to resist. He bit down on her flesh, sinking his teeth in, as he continued a hard pace.
Shepard felt the sting of his sharp teeth in her neck and she couldn't believe how amazing it felt. It should have hurt but it just sent her over the edge as her walls constricted against him. She reached her arms up behind her, wrapping them around his neck, pulling her even close to him. She threw her back against his shoulder as she completely shattered around him, the pulsing in her groin in perfect timing with each stroke.
His chest rumbled loudly as she came, clenching around him like a vice. He felt himself losing control, realising the grip on her neck, he roared, his talons marking her flesh as he exploded within her. He felt his knees buckle so he threw them both backwards, into his chair, himself still seated within Shepard. He held her tight, her limp from well and truly spent, her breathing erratic and shallow. After a time, his cock softened, moving back behind his plates. His seam covered in a mixture of fluids that dripped from Shepard's sex, "Are you ok?" He asked softly, moving the sweaty hair from her face.
She laughed, her eyes closed, "I think so," She breathed out.
He stood up, carrying her in his arms, in an almost romantic gesture. He walked to his personal bathroom, "Press that button," She pushed it and the shower turned on. He put her on her feet and joined her after kicking off his trousers, luckily the shower was big enough for two. He fumbled around for some soap, thankfully it was a nice one since his assistant sorted out those things for him. He washed her gently, taking care not to hurt her, cleaning blood off the bite mark he left. She turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his slim body, resting her head on his chest. He held her tightly, sensing the vulnerability that she was feeling. He wanted to laugh to himself. He marked a human as his lover. He had never even marked his own wife, actually, he had never marked another female at all. He had never felt the desire to claim a female until he met Shepard, then it was all he could think about, her wearing his bite mark on her body. He couldn't reason why he wanted her so bad, she lived to piss him off and him to piss her off in return, but in close quarters, the tension bubbled and he knew it would explode. Now he had her in his arms, as if he were her protector.
Eventually, he reluctantly let her go, knowing they couldn't stay in the shower all day, no matter how much the wanted to. He stepped out, grabbing a towel for himself, wrapping it around his waist. He handed her a towel when she stepped out, watching as she, dried her hair first, before wrapping it around herself. He grabbed some medigel, rubbing it into her bite mark, "I apologise, Shepard. I've never marked a female before."
She smiled at his reflection behind her in the mirror, "It's ok. What does it mean?"
His mandibles clicked uncomfortably, trying to form a reasonable answer that happened to be a lie. He couldn't tell her that he essentially picked her for his mate. He nearly grunted in frustration as his mind refused help him with an answer, his only choice but to tell the truth, "Males do it when we are choosing a mate," He avoided her eyes in the mirror, not wanting to confront the awkwardness.
She smirked, "Awwww Sparty. That almost sounds like a declaration of love."
He grunted in annoyance, stepping away from her, "Still as a egotistical as ever."
She turned to face him, determined to be serious for once, "So what does it mean?"
"I've picked you as my mate, it's up to you if you respond."
"How do turian women respond?"
"They expose their mark to show they are spoken for."
She looked at her mark, rubbing it with her hand, "I don't think walking around with a bite mark on my neck would be a good idea. Too many questions."
Sparatus felt a twinge of disappointment inside of him, "I understand, Shepard," He said coolly.
Shepard walked over to him, pulling him down to her so she could nuzzle into his neck, "It's not that. You are a married man after all, happily or not. We can keep this on the quiet, whenever I'm back on the citadel."
He wrapped his arms around her, grateful that she would accept him, they just couldn't make it public and that was good enough for now, "You are right. I have an apartment not too far from here. You can use it whenever you're on the citadel. We can meet up there."
"Good. As much as I enjoy fucking in your office, your assistant might start getting suspicious," She stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to his desk to pick up her clothes. She got dressed and tried to get of that just-been-fucked look, "I have worked to do but I'll go to your apartment later, if your lucky, I wont have any clothes on."
He towered over her, pressing her body into his, "My apartment has a no clothes policy."
"That's good, I enjoy being naked," She pressed a kiss into his mouth plates, smiling as he pressed his crest against her forehead.
"I'll be finished at six," He told her, letting her go, watching as she walked out. He sat down at his desk, convinced he had gone mad. He had picked a mate, a human no less, who happened to be Commander Shepard, a spectre and a great source of irritation of his. But yet, he looked at the time and counted down the hours, when he could have her in his arms again.
