Enter Mass Effect 3 - Enjoy!
Leaving Tuchanka hadn't been easy. They were able to spare a few days on planet to handle Mordin's protege and allow Grunt to fulfill some of his breeding requests. The adolescent krogan had been more than pleased with that task. But only after Wrex had explained the rules to him was he allowed into the female camp. He came back exhausted, with a permanent smile on his face, whispering something about Death by Snu Snu.
Garrus had gone along with the Commander and Mordin to hunt down Maleon, what they'd found upon discovering him had been sick. Shepard and Vakarian both had been disgusted with the salarian and his experiments but they kept the data for future research with ethical scientists. The sheer amount of information had been invaluable, even if it had come from so much death. The possibility of it helping cure the genophage was enough to warrant that decision.
The Commander and Garrus had stayed planetside through the short few days, spending the nights with Wrex like they used to. Ryncol for all. They'd reminisced about the good old days and told stories of their time apart. Skipping over the nasty bits of Shepard's death, Garrus' betrayer and Wrex's bloody takeover of the krogan people. Instead focusing on one upping each other with heroics. Vakarian seemed to win with his story of three mercs downed with a single bullet, or he did until it came out the third man had tripped on the first and fallen from a height.
Their departure day came too fast and it was with a heavy heart that the battle brothers parted. Garrus needed to help Shepard with the mission against the Collectors and Wrex needed to finish his work rebuilding his people. This time their parting was not so painful but filled with a very specific type of longing, one of two warriors that knew they might not survive long enough to find each other again.
The battle with the Collectors took place just over a month later, after the Normandy crew had gained a full complement and settled everyone's affairs. Tali was found not guilty of treason, Thane reunited with his son, Samara seemed to keep to herself even more now that her daughter was dead, Miranda became less of a bitch and Liara, of all people, became the Shadow Broker.
With Liara's help, Sidonis had been found on the Citadel. The man still alive after Shepard realised why Garrus felt so betrayed by him. The squad hadn't been the only thing stomped on by his treachery. But the thought of killing someone Garrus had loved was too much for the Commander to bare. He'd always had a soft spot for the romantic, not that he'd share that with his brothers. To keep Garrus' sanity intact he convinced him not to kill the man in cold blood but to allow him his life to repent for what he'd done.
Lantar had filled a void within Garrus, not well of course, but his presence had provided him a stand in hunting partner. It had almost broken him when the older turian had betrayed the squad, shear force of will had allowed him his life after three days alone on Omega followed by a rocket to the face. That will only stemming from the need to prove himself worthy enough for an afterlife in the same place as his brothers.
As for their connections to Cerberus, the ties were quickly broken when the Commander had decided to destroy the Collector base. All those still loyal to the human supremacist group, not many, were dropped off on the Citadel and the remainder chose to help Shepard fight the Reapers. Everything was finally beginning to fall into place.
Commander Shepard had a strong and loyal team. A technologically superior frigate. A strong relationship reblooming with Liara. And a right hand man to help keep him on track. Things couldn't have been going better when finally, after months of trying, the Alliance was finally willing to talk to him again. Admiral Hackett himself had contacted the Commander for help on a covert mission.
And that is when it all went to shit once again.
The alpha relay was destroyed and Shepard was in custody. His parting words to Garrus had been, "Make sure your people are ready. They're coming, don't let the turians ignore this threat. I'll see you soon brother." With that he'd patted his partner on the shoulder and left up the gangway to the Normandy. All the non-human crew left behind.
Garrus had been at a loss for how to begin this new journey. So he went to the last person he thought he ever would, his father. Kaius Vakarian. He brought evidence and explanations and miraculously the patriarch had believed his son. He got an audience with the Primarch and was assigned a token team of operatives.
Reaper Advisor Vakarian was on Manea when all hell broke loose. The Reapers attacked, forceful and vicious, cutting off communications and disrupting supply lines before hitting colonies directly. It was unlike any military venture the turians had ever been involved in and they were all looking at Garrus, asking him to save them.
His worry for his brothers nearly outweighed his sense of duty to his people. He'd been in contact with Wrex, even planning a visit that would never happen now, before the attack. But he hadn't heard from Shepard except through the grapevine, mostly Karin and Liara. There was no word from the other homeworlds, only knowledge that Earth had been attacked as hard as Palaven.
The advisor coordinated with turian generals and the Primarch directly. Nearly a week went by before the turians had their pre-war preparations properly deployed, but those preparations kept them afloat. Long enough that two weeks from first contact Commander Shepard arrived on Manea looking for the Primarch and winding up leaving with Victus and Vakarian on his ship.
Happiness overflowed when the brothers in arms reunited. Even more-so when the krogan agreed to join in for the summit, when Wrex came forward as the leader of the united krogan people. Somehow Wrex and Garrus managed to hold themselves back, only exchanging in a clasp of arms that was held, only slightly, too long.
Once they were able to get a moment alone however? They were not so subtle.
Shepard and Wrex had been sitting at the bar on the crew deck when Garrus showed. He'd been held back working with his Primarch for nearly an hour past the end of the day's meetings. Victus had needed to assure himself that curing the Genophage and allying themselves with the krogan over the salarians was truly the right call. Despite Garrus' relationship with Wrex he was able to play devil's advocate well enough while still encouraging the turian leader to uphold his gut reaction. They would be helping to cure the phage.
"Garrus!" Shepard had greeted enthusiastically, already three sheets to the wind despite his high tolerance since his resurrection. Drinking with Wrex tended to do that. "Too busy calibrating to join your brothers for a drink, eh?" he laughed and ducked behind the bar to grab a bottle for Garrus.
"Not my fault!" he replied crossing to the bar. "If anything it is yours, telling me to go warn Palaven of the Reapers. They gave me a task force to shut me up then after they hit? Suddenly they're all looking at me like, what now?"
Wrex laughed and clasped his hand over the youngest man's shoulder, "So you're their expert advisor now? We're doomed."
The turian gave him a friendly shove, "I just followed your examples gentlemen. Blame yourselves. Yell loud enough, in Shepard's case. Or hit hard enough, in Wrex's. And someone will eventually try to figure out what the fuss is about." He took the offered glass from a still chucking Shepard and downed it, "Fuck I needed that. Politics are not my strong suit."
"Sure you don't need something else?" the krogan asked suggestively.
The Commander laughed harder, "You're a dirty old man, Wrex." He looked at Garrus then back to Wrex then finished his drink in one swift gulp. "Well, enjoy boys. I'm off to make some little blue babies." As he passed the krogan he patted him on the shoulder, "Don't break him, we'll need sniper support tomorrow."
"You got it Shepard," he replied with a smug smile.
Garrus on the other hand was indignant, "Hey! Why do you assume he's on top?"
"Not hard to figure out there G. Sorry," he shrugged and crossed to the door, "Oh and most of the ship's asleep, try not to rock the boat too hard, eh?"
"Lock the door on your way out," Wrex called after him and upon hearing an affirmative he finished his drink and as soon as the door was closed he was on Garrus. Pulling him into a rough embrace. "Couldn't get any fucking information about you or him or anyone since this damn war started. Glad you're still kicking."
Garrus put his arms around Wrex and pulled him in tightly to his chest, despite the hardness of their armor. "Would have looked too funny to the Hierarchy if I'd reinforced lines of communication with the krogan before I finished with the council races, I'm sorry I couldn't get a hold of you sooner."
The krogan shook his head, "No… it's fine. You did all you could. More than any of us if the initial estimates are right. Turians were hit as hard as the batarians and you're still standing. Them? Not so much. You did good pup." He pulled back slightly, enough to wrap one hand around the back of Garrus' head and pull their foreheads together. "Missed you," he said honestly.
The younger man had to swallow the lump in his throat before he could reply, "Missed you too. Damn this war…" his shoulders shook a little as the stress of it all started to break through. "When I hadn't heard anything I assumed the worst. You, Shepard, my sister and dad…" he pulled back but Wrex kept his hold on the back of Garrus' neck.
"Have you heard from them yet?"
He shook his head slightly and kept his eyes averted, taking a few moments before he spoke, "I was on Manea when the Reapers hit. They were on Palaven. I haven't heard anything. Don't know if I ever will at this point…" he paused before adding, "Was finally getting along with dad. He believed me about the Reapers. Without him I'd never have gotten the support we needed."
"If this is the end then he'll be proud of you. That's what matters."
Garrus sighed and leaned back into Wrex's embrace, "Cold comfort but you're right. War's taking a lot out of me and it has only just begun." His hands slid up the older man's chest, following the familiar swoops of armor. "We should really stop meeting like this…" he mumbled as his mouth moved to the exposed side of his neck. "Been too long again."
Wrex's hips shifted uncomfortably on his stool, an obvious sign of a building tightness under his codpiece. He stood up slowly, keeping the smaller man against his chest as he did so and still allowing him access to continue working on his throat. Hands moved to armor and quickly began to find latches and clasps. Seals opened and parts started dropping, gauntlets and shoulder pauldrons, everything accessible. Once they'd exhausted their options they pulled apart and off came the rest, the larger parts that couldn't be accessed when attached.
When they were finally bare the krogan wasted no time before he pushed Garrus roughly into the wall. Grabbing his hands and holding them above his head with one hand in a show of dominance. "You aren't wearing that bandage any longer," he said pushing his turian's head to the side so he could see the expanse of warped flesh and charred plate. "It healed well."
Garrus shrugged as much as his pinned state allowed, not responding more than that. Wrex knew he didn't like the scars. But Garrus knew that Wrex did. It was an odd sort of stalemate. Without warning the krogan trailed one hand across the marks, delighting in Garrus' shiver. He followed his hand with his tongue. The new skin was sensitive to the touch, much more so than the rest of his body, he couldn't stop the moan.
"That's it," Wrex mumbled, nipping and worrying at his jaw, "Let me make them worthwhile." His free hand smoothed down his chest, lightly ghosting over the damaged plates on his chest making Garrus shiver. By the time he got down to his partner's protective slit he needed barely a caress before his member emerged into a waiting hand.
"Fuck Wrex," Garrus groaned, his hips thrusting forwards. "Let me touch you."
"Not just yet, you've been stressed and not taking care of it. When was the last time you got off?" His hand didn't stop moving along the younger's shaft, and the other gripped pulling hands a little tighter to ensure Garrus didn't pull free too soon. When he didn't answer he slowed down and gripped a little tighter, just hard enough to start becoming uncomfortable. "Answer me."
Vakarian drew in a quick breath at the change in pressure, "Ah dammit… it's been awhile." Wrex stroked once more before stopping completely, waiting for a real answer, "Month… maybe two?" he said pressing his hips forwards into his partner's, trying to create some kind of friction. "Please Wrex. I need…" he whinned.
"That long? I told you to find relief when you needed it," he scolded while restarting his work on Garrus' length. "You turians need to blow off steam or else you'll explode. Or burn out. Or whatever. The stress is going to kill you."
"Little hard to find companionship with scars like this on Palaven," he responded quietly. "Fixing it myself doesn't exactly hold the same appeal." Wrex stopped again, ignoring the pained moan and looking up to catch the younger man's eyes.
"You haven't had a partner since Tuchanka, have you?"
"No." He pressed his hips forwards again, "If you aren't going to help me then get off. Quit fucking around, please. I need to get off so bad it hurts."
"Stupid whelp. Going to kill yourself like that." He let go of Garrus' hands as he dropped to his knees. Without holding back he took the younger man into his mouth and began working one saliva slicked finger into his entrance. Garrus' hands dropped to the older man's shoulders, gripping tightly.
He moaned, his hips thrusting forwards into the hot mouth around him. It had been much too long and with the added stimulus he was quickly getting close to the edge, almost embarrassingly fast. Wrex's mouth took him in completely, his flat tongue wrapping around the engorged limb, trying to pull more sounds from his lover.
Garrus saw stars as he came hard and fast, barely able to give the other man a warning before he bit down on his own forearm to keep quiet. As it was his release was noisey, without his makeshift gag he'd have yelled loud enough to be heard down the hallway.
It wasn't until the aftershocks started to calm down that he realised Wrex was still working his entrance and licking his fading erection back to strength. He could taste blood in his mouth from the fresh puncture wound on his arm and smell Wrex's from where his talons had dug into his shoulder. Wrex looked up and caught Garrus' eyes, still fogged from the intense orgasm, "Better?" he asked with a grin.
Garrus nodded and more moaned than said, "Much."
Wrex took his bloody arm and licked the fresh wound clean, "Got a little excited I see." He thrust a second finger in with the first and revelled in the slightly pained expression and corresponding twitch of his own cock. He was hard as a rock, he hadn't gone nearly so long as Garrus had but he missed his turian. Considering his position in the krogan hierarchy he constantly had breeding requests to fulfill. But a breeding request was quite a bit different than this, whatever this was.
"Your fault. It's that damn mouth of yours. Always gets me hot…" he grunted as Wrex pressed in deeper and scissored his fingers. "Sorry about the shoulder. Hadn't filed my talons lately."
"You'll make it up to me," he said with a grin. He carefully pulled his fingers out and stood up, his erection now painfully obvious. Garrus mouthed over the damage and soothed the scratches with his tongue. It was superficial and already healing over by way of Wrex's regenerative abilities, "Hope you've brought something to make this easier, you aren't leaving this room under your own power tonight."
"Yeah, I've got it. I'm not that dumb," he said before moving to grab his thigh guard, the pocket containing a small bottle of lubricant he'd managed to procure. Wrex shoved him forwards against the bar before he was able to stand up and held him there with one strong arm. Instead of fighting he passed the bottle to Wrex who immediately slicked his fingers with it. His member rested heavily on Garrus' back as he pressed two in right away and soon after worked on the third. "Someone's impatient."
Wrex replied by searching deeper for the sweet little spot that would make him instantly hard, make him just as needed as he was feeling himself. He knew the second he brushed it as Garrus tensed up and his breath caught, "That's it Garrus."
"Ohh… fuck. Ngh... not fair. Oh spirits." He shook as Wrex pushed as far in as his fingers would go and he curled them into the soft wall of tissue between his entrance and his balls. Those weird internal testicles were good for something afterall. "I… I want you Wrex," he ground out after a minute of the older man's sweet torture. "Need you."
"You think you've earned it?" Wrex asked, voice husky as he leaned down to whisper into Garrus' ear. He pulled his digits out slowly, the younger's hips following trying to keep himself full. "You need to work a little harder before you can have this," Wrex pressed his tip against the now loosened pucker, pushing in only slightly before pulling back, "You've got to earn getting fucked. Understand?"
The turian nodded once, intrigued by the new game, "Tell me how."
Wrex pulled away and moved to sit on the couch, reclining back easily on the large piece of furniture. "Come here," he ordered and Garrus complied. "Get on your knees and service me."
"Yes sir," the turian replied with a smile. This was new but so far he didn't mind, it was nice not to be in charge again. The past few months since leaving Shepard he'd been in charge of a team and in the past few weeks he'd been advising generals and the Primarch himself. Letting go for a while wouldn't be so bad. Vakarian dropped to his knees and played his part as he licked and nipped his way up Wrex's calf to thigh. Carefully avoiding touching anywhere that the krogan actually wanted him.
It didn't take long before Wrex began to get frustrated with his companion, groaning he gripped the back of Garrus' neck and he pulled him to the base of his shaft. "Lick," he said firmly. Garrus complied, opening his mouth wide enough for his tongue to snake out and wrap around the larger man's quad. He was extremely slow and gentle, he doubted Wrex would be forgiving if he nicked him with his teeth.
He used one of his hands to wrap around the krogan's shaft and he began pumping slowly, in long strokes. When Wrex lessened the grip on his head he got his mouth in on the action, licking from base to tip and back a few times before, very carefully, taking him into his mouth. He needed to keep his jaw wide open so he didn't scrape his teeth along him. He used one arm to hold down the krogan's hips and the other hand to caress his cock where his mouth wouldn't reach. He growled low, the vibration sending Wrex's head for a spin.
After a few minutes the blow job started to become painful for Garrus but Wrex grabbed his fringe when he tried to pull away and forced himself a little deeper so that he hit the back of the turian's throat. He gagged but Wrex didn't let up, instead forcing him to relax and let his throat be fucked and used.
"This is a much better use for that smart mouth of yours," he said eventually through a groan. "You feel so good, nhg."
Just when Garrus thought Wrex was going to come he was abruptly pulled off. He stole a few deep gulps of air before looking up to see his partner doing the same, willing himself not to finish yet. His voice was rough but he spoke anyways, "You alright?"
He nodded and drew in another deep breath before opening his red eyes, "Fine. Forgot how good it feels to fuck you, that's all." Garrus shivered at his gruff tone. "There's only one place I want to come tonight," he pulled the turian off the floor and onto his lap, a knee falling to either side his legs. "And that is inside you," to accentuate his point he grabbed the turian's tight ass and squeezed.
Wrex's erection brushed Garrus' entrance and his hips jerked in response to the contact. "Like this?" he asked tentatively, they'd only been face to face once before and even then Wrex had been on top.
"I want to see your face as you take me. I want to watch you prepare yourself and then slowly slide down, an inch at a time." He passed Garrus the bottle of lube and leaned back to watch.
The turian shrugged, "Yes sir." He squeezed a fair amount of lube onto his hand and slid back so he could see Wrex's cock as he slid his hand up and down the length. His other hand moved down his own body to give himself a few quick strokes before trailing around to press up into his own entrance, working two fingers into himself and then moving them in time with his hand around Wrex.
"That's enough," Wrex said after a minute or so. "Take me inside you."
Garrus complied, taking his fingers out and carefully he began to seat himself on his partner's member. Past the tight ring of muscle and then ever so slowly he inched his way down. Wrex was torn between watching his penis disappear and watching the younger man's face. When Garrus halted halfway down he looked up to see the pained and extremely focused look on the turian's face.
It was only now that he realised how much of an ass he'd been in the past just shoving his way in past the tightness. It had always turned to pleasure but the initial sting could have been avoided with more preparation. Garrus started to force himself further down, his talons gripping hard onto the couch while trying not to tear the cloth.
"Garrus stop," Wrex said just loud enough for him to hear. He complied, opening his steel blue eyes with an expression of sheer confusion.
"Why? What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm hurting you."
He pulled back, he was nearly off Wrex's lap as he stammered, " I… I… I'm sorry. I should have known this wouldn't work. I… I'll just…"
"Garrus stop," he repeated as he grabbed hold of the smaller man's shoulders, forcing him to stay. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's fine. It gets better, it's just the initial bit," Garrus explained looking away.
He grabbed the turian's chin to get his eyes to stay on him, "No it isn't fine. I'm hurting you and this definitely isn't the first time. This is just the first time I've made you do it to yourself." He rubbed the younger's cheek with his thumb, "I want you but I don't want to hurt you. What can I do to make this work?"
"Just fuck me Wrex. I don't care, it'll get better once you're in." Garrus pulled away and moved to kneel beside his partner, ass in the air ready for him. And boy was it tempting for the older male.
"No, come back here and let me watch you so I know you're alright." He grabbed the lube and applied another coating to his slightly faded erection, "Please, I want to make you feel good."
Garrus sighed and remounted his partner, kneeling over his thighs with his entrance exposed. "I took a missile to the face Wrex and I'd taken you long before that. I'll be fine, just fuck me already." He rested his hands on the krogan's shoulders and pressed himself down only to be stopped an inch in by Wrex's iron grip on his hips. Grip hard enough to bruise. "Spirits damn it, let go!"
"No. You're so damn tense right now I feel like I'm going to snap you in half. Relax, alright?" he lessened his grip at Garrus nod and started moving in again slowly until he caught the edge of the comfort zone about a third of the way in. He pulled back and gave a few shallow thrusts, the turian releasing all his built up tension until the discomfort was gone. Wrex pushed a little deeper on the next thrust, as far as he could go before Garrus' hand clenched on his shoulder.
Again he kept his thrusts shallow and slow, waiting for Garrus to be comfortable again. The turian leaned forwards and pressed his forehead against the krogan's, his breaths deep and measured. Deeper still he went, twice more like that before he was able to hilt himself and even then that final thrust was pushing the boundaries of comfort.
"Better?" Wrex asked. Garrus could only nod, shaking as he was with his head of Wrex's shoulder, his neck flushed and voice tight. "Take what you need, what you want."
Slowly still Garrus raised himself on his knees and pressed back down in an experimental thrust. It seemed to work for them both as the older groaned and the younger's breath caught in his throat. After a few more like that he was finally able to get a few words out, "So deep. Dammit. Oh sweet fuck."
The Urdnot leader smiled, this was better. Much better. He wanted his partners to writhe in pleasure, pain was alright when asked for but not otherwise. "That's it," he encouraged with a groan. His hips rising to meet Garrus' each thrust. Soon the turian needed to bite down on his arm again to keep quiet, his movements becoming choppy as he went faster and harder. The pressure building as he neared orgasm again. "Bite down on me."
Garrus released his arm, tiny beads of blood welling up from the punctures. "I'm fine, you don't know what that would mean."
"I do actually. Now mark me, you want to. I can see it."
He slowed his thrusts, blue eyes staring at red as though they'd find hesitance or deceit there. Seeing none he confirmed, "You're sure?"
He nodded and moved his head to the side, "Yes." He pulled Garrus into his chest and forcefully restarted their coupling, slamming home harder than before, hips raised full off the couch, feet planted on the floor.
The younger man stifled a shout as best he could, "Nhg… bastard," he breathed when Wrex laughed at him. He resettled himself into a slightly more comfortable position over his partner, arms wrapping around the elder's shoulders and mouth moving to his neck. He trailed his tongue along the junction between shoulder and neck just hard enough to make him tense in anticipation.
Wrex held Garrus' hips firmly and thrust up into him, slow and deep, causing both of them to get closer to the breaking point. When he finally released one hip to wrap a hand around Garrus' neglected length the younger bit down on the older man's shoulder, hard. Easily tearing through hide and drawing blood.
Garrus came within seconds, the sensory overload blowing his mind wide open. Wrex followed a few moments later the tight heat becoming unbearable as his partner finished and rode out the last waves. When the older man regained his senses he noted that he was still buried deep inside his partner, only just starting to soften and slide free, and Garrus was still in his lap tending to the extremely sensitive bite on his shoulder with his tongue.
"That was…" Wrex huffed in a breath, "Yeah…"
The turian hummed his pleasure against the krogan's neck, "Speechless? That's a new one."
"Your fault," he said without malice. "Damn turians and their damn magic mouths."
Garrus slid Wrex free and sat back on his haunches as far as his spurs would allow. "You still ok with that mark? I can grab the medigel."
He looked down at the fresh bite, "I like it," he said before pulling the younger man in to press their foreheads together. He smirked, amused, when Garrus sighed in content. "Plus, you only live once."
Garrus couldn't help the laugh, "Unless you're Shepard."
Wrex joined him, "Right pup. Unless you're Shepard."