Chapter Four

By bluekrishna

VI Medical Log #387:

Solus: "Start recording."

Audible click, sound of steps receding, low vocalization-extranet searchfound-humming. Song title: 1812 Overture, Tchaikovsky, Earth.

Solus: "Patient rejected latest treatment...violent vomiting, no sign of internal hemorrhaging. Good first attempt. Some base enzymic reaction positive, but overall ineffective. Must have made the mix too potent. Will try diffusion of base compounds into solution next. Different delivery system. Oral instead of intravenous. Possibly suppository, though given circumstances, not likely suppository will stay in place long enough to be...*heavy sigh*...effective."

-saving progress...complete. Monitoring...

Solus: "Arrival at Citadel fortuitous. Can confer with colleagues at Huerta. See if there are any other recorded incidents of contact with unknown chemical aphrodisiac compound 26b. Patient moved to more secure location with larger...accommodation. Sedation was required. Patient seemed to be exhibiting nesting instinct, didn't want to vacate 'safe' den. Will be interesting to see how patient adapts. Tempted to set recording device to monitor situation-"

Chakwas: "No, I can't authorize that. That's going too far."

Solus: "But think of benefits, can learn all manner of things. Xeno-relations interesting, could test air to see how pheromones intermingling, skin and nervous system reactions, pupil dilation, limits of stamina-"

Chakwas: "You know what Shepard would do to me, to us, if she found out we bugged her apartment?"

Solus: *sigh "...Fine. Missing out on prime opportunity for study. But would rather keep internal organs on the inside. Would put damper on future plans and experiments to suddenly find myself...dead."

-saving progress...complete. End recording.

Chapter 4: Thane Krios

It was getting worse. They'd darkened the room for his comfort, as though he could be anything like comfortable. He moaned as the air vent above the bed tickled his over-sensitive skin in light, feathery zephyrs. It felt as though his body was one big nerve ending, being relentlessly plucked by everything it came in contact with.

His blood roared through his veins, hot and heavy, like magma. His plates felt as though some insect army was burrowing its way through. Maddening, the sensation was too much. And above it all, the overwhelming need pounded at him, even this short respite waiting for another was taxing his sanity to the breaking point. He needed the solace of their flesh. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air of the small guest room.

He'd already lost count of how many there had been. So many and already he was on the brink of begging they send another. Screaming it.

A different sort of scent wafted to his nose and he thought maybe his silent prayers had been answered and they'd finally sent him someone else. He frowned as he identified each separate scent. Leather, gun oil and...sand, and familiar. Krios...

"Have you come to laugh at me?" Garrus said, pushing the words out past a tongue that didn't want to do anything but writhe and curl against someone's hot skin. He wished he could suppress the way his hips kept rolling against the bed's sheets, trying to find relief for his aching cock. Embarrassment flooded through him; to be so compromised before the cool and deadly assassin.

"Shepard has made it abundantly clear that there is to be no laughing," came the soft reply, in that sandy voice. He twitched at the effect it had on him. His mouth dried as he tried to catch a glimpse of the assassin in the dark, to no avail. Thane Krios was only seen when he wanted to be seen.

Maybe he could talk the drell into ending his misery to save him from the ridicule that was sure to follow this whole...situation.

He jumped as fingers tipped with short talons ran along his spine, lighting a fire in their wake. Garrus moaned long and loud, then tried to bury his head in the pillow to hide from his shame. He fought to hear Krios over the pounding in his ears, "Tell me exactly what you are feeling."

Garrus swallowed to try to moisten the arid cavern of his mouth and stuttered, "H-hot, fevered and…and..."

"Aroused?" He heard a smile in that soft voice and he nodded. The assassin continued, "That much is very obvious. But...is the whole of it centered here-?"

A light touch between his legs on the base of his manhood had him spasming and thrusting back for more contact, but that hand had disappeared. Garrus was left gasping, shocked that Thane, Thane of all people had fondled him so brazenly.

Sure, they'd been close comrades on the Normandy. And sure, they'd had loads in common, revenge, martial arts, the satisfaction of seeing heads explode in the world of the scope, but it had never been more than that, had it?

Garrus felt chagrin then and knew that at least on his end, there had been no few thoughts that were less than innocent. That the slick drell had been the star of more than a few wet dreams. This is what came of working with aliens, one inevitably became...curious.

This train of thought was derailed by the drell's battle-roughened hands sliding up the back of his thighs and he quivered from head to toe, on the verge of swallowing his own flip-flopping tongue. The feeling was at least as intense as that fleeting touch on his member and he groaned, writhing on the bed. Thane whispered, "-or everywhere?"

"Aaah!" He couldn't even put a sentence together any more as those hands wandered up his back, over the plates that shouldn't be near as sensitive as they'd become. Garrus almost cried out again as Thane moved away and he growled, "Don't…tease me, Thane."

That earned him a dark chuckle that sent his skin tingling, "Shepard seems to think you need to be coddled in this, your...illness. Tell me, Garrus, do you want me to coddle you?"

So he was here to...help; that was a relief. But the words set off alarms in his head. And then he realized that sex with Thane wasn't going to be a soft affair of touches and sighs. It might well be rougher than anything he'd ever experienced before.

Lust blossomed in him, even over the artificially induced need of his body and he knew that he wanted it, wanted those strong, lethal hands to keep touching him, to see what Thane was like in the throes of passion. Garrus lifted his head and panted, "Fuck me, fill me. I need you."

And suddenly, the drell was there, sliding his naked flesh against Garrus' hard and plated skin and Garrus grunted as Thane raked his nails down the turian's sides. He tasted blood in his mouth and knew he'd sunk his teeth into the drell's surprising soft shoulder, pushed past the point of caring whether either of them got hurt.

They wrestled for dominance, hard muscles cording under sweat slicked skin. Garrus caught an elbow across the face more than once and struggled to trap the drell under him. But in his weakened state, his attempts were fended off with laughable ease. He soon found himself pinned, both hands caught above his head in just one of Thane's.

He stared deep into Thane's eyes, which burned in his otherwise impassive face. That heated regard alone made him shake, like Thane wanted to devour him with just his eyes. He froze, waiting with bated breath to see what the deadly little man had planned next. His eyes rolled back in his head as the drell bucked his hips, making their cocks slide against each other in one slow, delicious glide.

Garrus knew that his must be weeping by now, coating itself in a slick sheen. He trembled as Thane's other hand found its way down there, wrapping around both their shafts, pumping up and down with a steady slow rhythm. He moaned and twisted, but the drell held him down without effort, his face a fierce little frown of concentration.

Garrus found he didn't mind so much, but he really wanted to taste that luminescent green skin, with its tantalizing markings. He lifted his head as far as he could and slowly swiped his long tongue along Thane's collarbone, marveling at the pebbled texture. Garrus was rewarded with a bone deep shudder that ran through the smaller man's body.

Thane froze over him.

The assassin's eyes flicked to his face and Garrus felt a slight shiver of fear, then those soft lips parted in a moan as Thane leaned down and kissed him, their tongues winding about each other. The drell's tongue was smooth, so smooth. They broke away to find much needed oxygen, but Thane dove right back in, licking, nipping, sucking at his mouthplates until Garrus was almost cross-eyed from the pleasure of it.

Thane sighed against his ear, his voice strained, as though he was just barely holding back, "Have you ever been with a man?"

Garrus felt heat rise to his face, "A...couple of times..."

The drell chuckled, "I didn't think to prepare. Shepard's message wasn't exactly...clear."

"I don't care. Just do it." He hissed as Thane ran one finger around the taut ring of muscle between his legs. "Hurt me."

"I will do what I can to ease the way." Garrus watched Thane coat his own fingers in saliva, then winced as a finger slid into him. The discomfort passed and Thane pressed his fused middle digits into the slightly looser channel, working them back and forth. Pain and pleasure radiated out from that spot to everywhere, casting light into every dark corner.

Thane straddled one of his thighs and lifted Garrus' other leg onto his shoulder and yanked the turian down further on the bed by his hips. Garrus couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at being so easily manhandled. He spread himself wantonly for the drell, who smiled, no leered as he took in the hopelessly undone turian in front of him.

Then Garrus felt something press against his opening, stretching, almost tearing. Garrus called out hoarsely as his hole was invaded, holding onto the headboard. He pressed down onto Thane's cock, his body ravenous for more of that delicious burn.

Once Thane was fully sheathed in him, both men froze, each breathing hard in the dim light. Impatience got the better of him, and Garrus rolled his hips. As the drell breathlessly gasped, Garrus hissed , "Move, Krios."

"As you wish," came the maddeningly calm reply and move he did, pulling completely back out before slamming back in. Garrus' jaw went slack at the host of sensations assailing him. Hot and cold chills ran up and down his body as Thane pounded away with barely restrained fury.

And there was a place, deep inside, that kept getting bumped by the drell's mushroom-headed member that shot bolts of lightning all the way out to his fingertips, building in magnitude until his moans and grunts became a full throated wail. He screamed whorishly, impaled on that thick prick that filled him to the brim. Its ridged and seamed sides flicked the tight ring of his anus in a way that made him wonder if he'd ever be the same again.

A hand closed on his cock, pumping and pulling. Garrus screamed again at the tactile overload. His vision whited out as an orgasm that could not be denied churned its way out of his length. Thick and ropy streams coated his belly and the hand that held him in an almost too tight grip.

He blinked away the stars just in time to see Thane's face still in an expression of pure bliss and beatific joy, his soft lips slightly open. The drell's cock pulsed and spilled forth its essences deep inside Garrus. It was then that he realized that Thane was beautiful. They were all so very beautiful. How lucky he was to see them undone, in all their naked glory. Literally and metaphorically.

Beastly lust calmed for the moment, he reached for the drell, who came into his arms without so much as a peep of protest. The assassin settled in the hollow at Garrus' belly with a pleased rumble, unmindful of the mess between them. Garrus breathed in the scent of the other man, masculine and earthy, flicking his mandibles along the back of that muscled neck. He said in a very small voice, "Thank you."

Thane laughed, breathy from their endeavors, "It is I who should be thanking you. That was...sublime."

Now Garrus laughed, "Says the guy who turned me into a big, shaking post-orgasmic wreck."

The drell turned in his arms until they were face to face, and touched him gently on the cheek, "If you ever decided to open shop on the Citadel, I believe Sha'ira would soon find herself lacking clients."

"Ha, nice, I'll take that as a compliment even if it does makes me sound like a whore. But no thanks, I'm pretty sure she has more than one company of asari commandos under her pretty little thumb." He closed his eyes and enjoyed the trail of warmth that chased Thane's fingers. "Besides, this is limited time offer."

"Oh?" Krios said, running his thumb over Garrus' mouthplates. The turian was starting to feel the burn again, the helpless wanting. But neither did he want to ruin this peaceful moment. He listened with half an ear as Thane said, "Then perhaps I should put myself at the end of the line again."

"..Thane, I don't want you to feel like you have to make this any less weird-" His words were stilled by a green hand that came up to cover his mouth and his eyes opened to see Thane smiling crookedly at him.

"What makes you think I didn't want this? That perhaps the opportunity was too good to pass up?" Thane's eyes became half lidded and his tongue came out to wet soft lips, "Surely you know that much speculation on your...habits has made the rounds among the people closest to you? That you are much the object of desire among them?"

"Uh...I guess not?" The assassin laughed at Garrus' naiveté. The turian found himself smiling to hear it.

Thane rolled off the bed and Garrus was already missing the closeness of another body next to his. The assassin dressed efficiently and then turned back to Garrus, "I shall let the others have their turn and try not to seem as eager as I am should my name come up again before this is all over. But, Garrus...?"

An uncertain tone? From Thane? "Yes, Thane?"

"When this poison has run its course and the feverish desire has abated, do you think...if I should visit, that my presence would be...disagreeable?"

He was flattered. Thane wanted to see him outside this bizarre circumstance? His browplates lifted and he answered, "I'm not sure what will happen after this. I might just die of embarrassment. But...no, it wouldn't be disagreeable at all."

The drell, a pleased smile on his face, bowed and exited, swift and silent. Garrus sighed, and bent his will to suppressing the unnatural heat in his blood, but he knew that all too soon, he would be needing sex again, and lots of it.

He took a quick wash and waited, feeling the strain of overtaxed muscles and a certain discomfort below. He held onto them as reminders of his surprisingly pleasant time with the mysterious and fascinating Thane Krios.