notes: if Miranda had stayed with Cerberus, instead of leaving with Shepard. Cerberus!AU Phantom!MirandaxKai Leng drabble [NSFW]


Once on a time, where the milky region is set in a tranquil heaven, lay kindly Venus [Aphrodite] in her bower, whence night had but lately fled, faint in the rough embrace of her Getic lord [Ares] . . . Weary she lies upon her cushions, where once the Lemnian chains crept over the bed and held it fast, learning its guilty secret.

-Statius, Silvae 1. 2. 51


He just sat there, with the same expression on his face from the moment they started. The slight quirk to his lips ever present as she pushed his hair back, removed a few latches of his armor and worked on his belt; the same expression – his eyes ever watching her as she thrummed and moved. She looked so beautiful, more than she had ever in the past few years – decked in torn white, highlighted in gold, the deep reddish scars from her implants on her arms contrasted perfectly, the newly acquired suit torn in the thighs as she moved atop him, like liquid porcelain.

Covered fingers came to rest on his shoulders, gripping tightly as her body moved against his, vying for any type of push or pull, desperate in the way her hips and thighs quaked in the chair, restricted but all the while free to do as she pleased. He felt the canter of her body press up against his, sobbing for something, an itch to be scratched as she shuddered on him, keening and groaning in a pathetic manner than could only please him more. He finally owned her – something that was completely his for the taking, to use and claim whenever he so desired and to have her want and strive after him on his heels like the good girl he trained her to be.

He moved a hand to grasp on her hip, the claws of his glove biting through soft material into flesh as his eyes idly wandered to watch crimson dribble. It halted her, a lesson taught long ago – he flicked his tongue over his lips, dark eyes switching over her form from his hand, to where he was encased snugly in her tightness, up the generous swell of her breasts sealed in tight material, to the blushing face normally hidden by a visor so perfect.

"Sir?" Her voice was a whisper, a husk to a needy whine as her hips rocked just so back and forth, trying to entice something out of him aside from stillness. But no such thing would come from it- he had to show her, had to teach her that if she wanted something, she had to learn how to beg for it properly. Until that moment, he would give her no quarter but the rules remained the same.

"Tell me."

"Tell you?"

"Tell me what you want, Lawson. That's an order." He sounded like liquid on gravel as the words poured from his mouth, eyes washing over her body to gauge reaction. It was a level of control that he mastered when it came to her, something acquired over years and years of spending hate-filled nights, restless with the idea, the thought, the meager memories of her name, her scent, her touch that drove him to the point of stillness. And when she came crawling back to him, it was all too wonderful, and he made sure she was on her knees more often than not.

Her brow furrowed, mouth tightening as he let go of her thigh, hand settling back down on the armrest of the chair, just watching her. Watching her as she picked up speed, fingers slipping loosely from his shoulder into his hair as she pushed herself down on his hardness, fucking herself between breaths and mewls.

"I want you, I want to feel you any chance I get. I want you punish me, fuck me, have me just as you would every day, every second that you can. I never want you to leave me, the feel of you inside me, around me… I'll do anything, s—" Before she could utter the last bit, he pressed a finger to her lips, tsking some as his own hips lightly thrust to join hers in reward, but an urge to continue. "Leng," that earned her a smile as his finger pulled away to tap lightly against her collar bone before dragging down the simple clothing between her breasts, ripping the fabric to grace his vision with the milky curves of her. "Just let me be yours."

Her bouncing started again with urgency, slamming herself down on him as her knees locking around the restrictions of his hips and the metal of the chair, finger yanking and pulling at his hair. He watched as her body bowed and rocked, his own fingers itching to seize her hips and force her to a pace all his own, but that wasn't the point of this. Gasps and moans echoed off the walls as her insides quickened around him, a shudder of muscle and a liquid pool of heat as her entire body sang the gospel of her war god. It was familiar for him as well, the coiling tension before blinding release as his own body wrecked havoc against him, a jerk and a thrust to follow her on the plains of oblivion.

The silk sound of her breathing and the downy touch of her ebony hair was all that swam in his mind as her body collapsed on his, head burrowing in the crook of his neck as her hips slicked forward, burrowing him deeper as the aftershocks took them. She wouldn't get up, not until he told her to, his damned Aphrodite but placid and cruel reassurance was in order.

His hand carded through sweaty locks of her hair, scratching on her scalp as he kept her close, humming in her ear.

"Don't be foolish, Lawson. You have always been mine."