Summary: Smut, anger and Batarians.

Author's Notes: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! It makes me feel so good to receive feedback. :-) I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

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Garrus stood in front of his minicomputer, reading through messages and sighed in frustration. Being the Primarch of Palaven was quickly becoming his least favorite job and he believed he would rather be back on Omega which was saying something. He had more dossiers, requests and congratulatory emails then he cared to read through. He didn't want congratulations. He wasn't elected. He was appointed.

He pushed away and looked over at a picture of himself and Shepard. She was smiling, a real smile, and standing next to him, her arm curled around his with the Silversun Strip behind them. She was pressing her body into his and she was looking up at him, her face and eyes filled with her love for him. Glyph had suggested that they take the picture before returning to the Normandy and as much as she didn't want too, he had made her do it. His thoughts drifted to the night of the party, once everyone had either went to bed or passed out in some way or another.

He was walking by the spare bedroom door when he heard Shepard trying to coax Tali into the bed.

"Tali, you're going to be fine, you just need to sleep it off," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. The bed creaked and he heard the faint rustling of the sheets.

"You promise I won't die? Am I already dead? I feel like I'm floating." Shepard laughed softly. He leaned against the door jamb to watch her as she sat next to Tali, pulling one leg up underneath her body and pulled the sheets up over the severely drunk Quarian.

"You're just really drunk. You really have to be careful and yes, I swear to you that you won't die." She looked at Tali who had closed her eyes and nodded. "I am going to check on you though, to make sure you're okay." There was a soft snoring and Shepard shook her head, a small smile on her face and she got up carefully, trying not to disturb Tali. As she moved, Tali grabbed her arm and peered up at her.

"Shepard, I want you to know that you're the best friend I have ever had," she whispered sleepily. "Whatever happens in this war I need you to know that I have never doubted you." Garrus saw Shepard swallow as she grasped Tali's hand in hers, running her thumb over her knuckles in a soothing manner. "When you died it was the worst feeling in the world." She took a deep, shuddering breath and Garrus knew exactly what she meant. "Outside of the Fleet, you and the Normandy are my family, my only true family. Promise me that you won't leave us again?" Shepard swiped at her cheeks and smiled down at her.

"Get some sleep Tali." Tali shook her hand and tightened her hand around Shepard's arm.

"Promise me." Shepard looked down at her for a moment, swallowing again and rubbed the side of her face. "Promise me that no matter what happens you will come back to us, to the Normandy."

"I promise." Tali smiled through her helmet, turned over and began snoring softly. Shepard sat on the edge of the bed, looking at a spot in the wall until Garrus walked over to her and touched her arm, making her jump. "I didn't know you were there," she whispered, standing and walking with him to turn out the lights and shut the door behind her.

"I was just making sure you could get her to bed all by yourself." She curled her fingers around his and tugged him towards her bedroom, casting glances at Wrex who was sprawled out the couch of the sitting area and Grunt who was passed out on the floor, letting Samara use the other couch.

"I think I managed." He smiled at her and slid their door shut as she walked into the closet and began undressing herself. He went to stand next to the bed, undoing the clasps on his armor and setting the pieces down gently until he was wearing nothing and got under the covers, leaning back against the wall listening as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. He still found it odd that she did that, but it was also endearing to watch her move around the room doing her nightly routine. He had come to associate the smell of mint with her.

"You know Tali reveres you," he said as she gargled and spit into the sink. She grunted. "When you died she was one of the first to leave the Normandy." She appeared in the doorway with a brush in her hand, pulling it through her hair wearing an extremely oversized shirt. "Is that mine?" She colored and smiled at him, pausing in her ministrations.

"I found it stuffed in with my gear." He forgot about what he was saying and slid his eyes over her appreciatively. The top of the shirt hung loosely over her shoulders, coming down to the tops her breasts since it was meant to fit over a cowl. The dark blue made her eyes green eyes stand out against her tan skin, giving her an almost unnatural look. The shirt stopped just beneath her ass, giving him an excellent view of her cheeks when she bent down to put her brush back in her overnight bag. He wasn't sure what type of panties she wore but they clung to her hips and rose up on her cheeks giving him a frustratingly amazing view of the bottom of her ass.

He felt his blood heat up looking at her, feeling himself hardening and had the urge to throw her down on the bed and fuck her senseless. "You really shouldn't tease a Turian," he murmured. She jerked up and looked at him over her shoulder, taking in the lusty look he gave her. Her lips turned up at the corners and she narrowed her eyes at him and damn if that didn't fuel the fire racing through his veins.

"So, I shouldn't…" she began, biting her lip and turned around slowly and hooked her finger into the band of her underwear, pulling it down to expose a smooth, curved hip. "do this?" His mouth began to water knowing, very well, what lied underneath her flimsy undergarments. He lifted his arms behind his fringe, crossing them and watched her; trying to deny the urge to stroke himself.

Slowly she walked towards the bed, working her panties down over her thighs and tossed them to the side somewhere. She stopped, inches from the bed, and looked at him giving him the most come hither look if there ever was one. "And doing this," she pulled up the shirt over her stomach, caressing her belly with her free hand, before sliding it down to the soft mound of hair at the apex of her thighs, caressing her clit, "wouldn't help either?" He groaned and tightened his hands, digging his fingers into his hands.

She licked her lower lip, biting it softly turning it a deep red, and ran her hand up under the shirt to massage her breasts. It was more than just a little difficult for him to not grab her, throw her beneath him and begin fucking her until he spilled himself deep inside of her. She bent over, giving him the perfect view of her hardened nipples, and placed her knee on the bed. His cock twitched at the look on her face.

"Shepard," he moaned when she grabbed the covers and pulled them down over his body to expose his erection, her fingers ghosting over his skin and plates.

Her hand wrapped around him and his hips jerked of their own accord. Without ever breaking eye contact she stroked his length, squeezing the head of his cock and slid her hand down to her own sex, sighing when her finger found purchase on her clit. He sucked in a breath and growled at her, forcing a smile on her face.

She leaned over and ran her tongue over the ridges on his cock, lapping at his juices and closed her eyes, letting out a quiet moan, slipping her finger between her folds. He unhooked his hands and took a hold of her hair, wrapping his fingers into the soft mass. She jerked away and slapped at his hand.

"Oh no. Payback is in order for making me dance." He gave her an exasperated look that melted away into a look of pure ecstasy when she clenched her hand around the base of his shaft. "No touching." His eyes snapped shut when he felt he tongue run across the slit on the head of his cock.

Her mouth, so hot and wet, felt fucking amazing. Never again would he be satisfied. She had ruined him for all other women.

"Fuck," he groaned when she sucked, pulling him deep into her throat. Her tongue pressed against the underside of him as her throat clenched around him. Her moan vibrated him and he cracked his eyes open to watch her as she fervently rubbed herself, sliding a finger into herself and back out to once again circle her clit.

He couldn't take it anymore. Swiftly he pulled her up and flipped her over, tearing off the shirt that looked delicious on her frame and ran his tongue against her throat growling, "Fuck payback. I have to fuck you."

Her arms snaked over his back, her nails digging into his back scratching over his plates gasping when he slid his sharp teeth over her pulse point. He bent his head down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue while his finger pushed inside of her, groaning when her muscles contracted around his digit.

"Garrus!" she cried, thrusting her hips upwards. He shook his head, nipping at her breast and wrapped his large hand around her hip, holding her down. His thumb rubbed against the meeting of her hip and the beginning of her pussy and her breath hitched in her throat, as he worked his finger in and out of her knowing full well what that spot did to her.

He felt the rough ridge inside of her and pressed against it, pressing his thumb against her clit eliciting and high pitched moan from her throat. She was so wet for him and it drove him crazy. He wanted to make her come for him over and over again. He wanted to fuck her in every position they could.

She grabbed his fringe and tugged forcing him to pull his mouth away from her nipples and jerked his head down to her lips, rubbing her clit against his thumb. Her mouth opened, her tongue pressed against his as her hand snaked between them to grasp his cock in her hand. He panted into her mouth, running his tongue along the lines of her teeth.

Beneath his hand he felt her stomach muscles spasm, her insides tightening around his thick finger and drove his tongue into her mouth. She pulled away, her back arching into him as her hand stroked, squeezed and pulled at his length coming, giving into the her orgasm, crying out.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. "I need to feel you," she whispered, trying to guide him to her center but he shook his head denying her.

He placed light kisses along her jaw, her neck, her chest and down her stomach pausing at her belly button to run his tongue around the strange divot. Her thighs spread despite the shaking of her head, making room for his large shoulders.

He breathed in the scent of her arousal as he gently ran his ridged tongue over her plump bud, groaning against her. He would never get tired of her taste, her smell or the feel of her sex beneath his fingers, tongue or wrapped around his member. She could never understand or comprehend how absolutely beautiful she was to him.

Her hips jerked as his tongue connected with her, ripping a deep, throaty moan from deep within her chest. He pressed his free hand against her mouth, to quiet her moans, and slipped his long tongue inside of her, flicking it against the rough ridge.

Her fingers plucked and pinched at her nipples, pressing her hand against his own hand over her mouth trying desperately not to wake anyone to the noise of their nightly activities. Her tongue darted out to moisten his palm and he groaned against her, burying his tongue as deep as he could stroking her insides.

He felt a rush of wetness against his tongue, pulling his hand away from her mouth to rub her clit wanting, no needing to hear her scream out his name as she came again. Her hands gripped his fringe, sinking her blunt nails into the skin between his plates and her thighs twitched. He slid his tongue in and out of her, working her wet pussy listening to her panting and her high pitched moans. "Come for me," he said against her wetness.

"Jesus. Fuck, Garrus. Don't," she grunted out, grinding her hips against him. "fucking stop. I'm so close." He flicked his mandibles against her and she cried out, her fingers slipping from his fringe to clutch at the sheet as her orgasm ripped through her. Greedily he lapped at her juices, sucking on her clit relishing in the sound of her orgasm reverberating against the walls of their scantily decorated room, not giving a flying fuck is the entire Citadel heard her.

Riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm she laid against the bed, her bones feeling like jelly as he moved up her body and buried his face in her neck as his hand gripped her thigh and pulling it up to hook it over his hip, pressing his large erection at her center. "I need to feel you around me," he growled against her neck as her sheathed himself in her warm, tight wetness.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deep and tightened her muscles around him, loving the sound he made as he slid out of her and pumped himself back in side of her quickly. "Fuck don't do that," he ground out, gritting his teeth together and slammed his hips against hers.

"That spot." She lifted her hips, pressing her palms flat against the headboard and whimpered in pleasure as he swelled, stretching her to her absolute limits. The pleasure mixed with pain was enough to make her want to explode into a tiny million pieces. "You're so big," she moaned out.

His stomach muscles clenched to her words as he worked her. "Tell me." He slammed into her again, bending down to take her nipple into his mouth.

"Garrus!"

"Tell me, Shepard." He stopped his movements, holding onto his last ounce of self-control, his cock pulsing inside of her.

"The biggest," she moaned, bucking her hips to take him deeper. "I have ever had. I love how you stretch me for you."

His hands gripped her hips, as he leaned back and pistoned himself in and out of, his mandibles cinched against his face tightly, his breath coming out as pants as he locked eyes with her. She wrapped her hands into the sheets, rubbing her clit as he fucked her, her breathing becoming choppy.

He grunted and fell on top of her, pounding into her. He heard her whisper his name against her neck before she clamped her mouth down on his neck, her teeth biting into his flesh. He couldn't hold out any longer and slammed into her again sinking his teeth into her shoulder and came with her, as one, letting her milk his cock to utter completion.

Her essence flooded into him, her heartbeat becoming one with his as they came together. He felt like a hundred thousand suns were exploding into a supernova inside his mind, as their orgasms collided with one another sending them into Oblivion and pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Garrus focused his eyes on her smiling face in the picture, giving one last stroke to his cock before he came, grunting and moaning bent over the table spurting his blue seed into his hand.

They certainly had some catching up to do.

"Okay, so can I ask why Garrus is the XO? I'm a Major in the Alliance Navy and I trained Biotics. I believe I am more than qualified," Kaidan huffed sitting at the poker table with Vega, Joker and Cortez. "Was there a vote or something I didn't know about? I would have liked a vote." Vega made a face at him and drew a card.

"Nah man, it's probably because they're bumpin' uglies." Joker was taking a sip of his drinking and snorted, throwing himself into some sort bizarre cough and laugh trying to keep his drink from spewing around the table. Cortez looked down smiling with a blush creeping onto his dark skin. "Does that embarrass you Esteban? Or maybe you're jealous," he said winking earning him a glare.

"Bumpin' uglies? Really Vega?"

"What? It's been then saying fucking because honestly, how the fuck does that work?" Joker laughed and shook his head.

"Who cares? He obviously satisfies her if she never gave in to your horrible advances. So he must be do something right. Maybe he's got a really big cock." Vega threw a balled up napkin at him. "And hey, don't knock Garrus."

"Do Turians even have those?" The three of them looked at Cortez who wore a shocked look on his face, his cheeks blushing profusely, and sputtered.

"What? How would- I wouldn't -Why are you looking at me?" Joker gave him an "Oh please" look, his lip turning up at the corner. "I'm not even into aliens!"

"So that wasn't your copy of Fornax down in the shuttle bay, Esteban?" Kaidan looked at Vega.

"I thought that was yours honestly."

"No, I keep all my porno hidden in a very safe and secure place thank you very much." Joker looked at him refilling his drink. "And no, I do not look at Fornax. Other stuff but not that freaky shit." Again, they looked at Cortex expectantly who sighed presumably wishing he wasn't having this conversation.

"Yes they do have the," he searched for the right words. "The expected anatomy of sorts."

"So it's different?" Vega asked taking the bottle of brandy from Joker. Kaidan, noticing Cortez's uncomfortable look on his face, tried to change the subject.

"I don't think it really matters. Can we get back to my original question? How did Garrus become XO?"

"Shepard appointed him," Joker said looking into his hand of cards, bouncing his leg.

"Yeah, but why? Why not Vega or me?" Joker raised his eyebrows at him.

"You? Seriously?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Kaidan lifted his hand palm up and looked at him with a confused and slight hurt expression.

"What's wrong with me?" Joker tightened his jaw, clenching his teeth. He didn't really want to get into with Kaidan but it seemed that Kaidan was refusing to let it go. He knew that Shepard was willing to let go of what happened, but had never fully trusted him again and he wasn't sure if she had ever truly forgiven him. He had never really forgiven him about his shitty attitude on Horizon. He disrespected Shepard and he had felt that it was direct insult to him. If Kaidan believed that she was a traitor then he believed Joker and Garrus were too.

"What makes you think that she would have ever chosen you?" He narrowed his eyes and looked straight at Kaidan, forgetting about the card game. "After the fucking bullshit stunt you pulled on Horizon?" Kaidan had the decency to look chagrined.

"I told her I was sorry. I told her that I owned up to most of what happened on Horizon. I asked her if we could bury it and forget about it. She agreed that that was how we moved past it!" he ground out, gritting his teeth together and crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back in his seat.

"So one apology is supposed to make up for you practically accused her of treason? You called her a traitor," he hissed, feeling his body heating up. He had kept his mouth shut around Kaidan but only because Shepard had asked him too. He was fed up with and she wasn't here to put a stop to it. "If she was a traitor then so was I, so was Tali, and so was Garrus. You couldn't pull your head of your ass long enough to listen because all you could see was fucking Cerberus. Well guess what? While you and everyone else fucked around, refused to search for Shepard and just decided that it was better to write her off they saved her and brought her back. I heard her try and tell you that she wasn't just "gone" and it wasn't her fault she couldn't contact you, but you just walked away." Angrily, he took a sip of his drink, the liquid sloshing around dangerously. Vega made a face and looked at Kaidan with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry to say this Major but I have to agree with Joker on this one, man. I was there on Mars with you. You outright accused her of still working with Cerberus and of, basically, trying to steal information and kill her ex-girlfriend. She'd had no contact with anyone, not even Garrus, and even after I told you that you still couldn't let it go. She'd been under complete house arrest, ball and chain tied to her. The only people she could communicate with were the ones who came by her room like me and Anderson."

"What was I supposed to think?" he cried angrily. "We saw, even you Joker, what Cerberus had done to their people. They turned them into husks, enslaving them to do the Thorian's bidding. They used the Rachni!" Joker slammed his drink down on the table.

"You were supposed to fucking trust her! To trust us! Not once had any of us ever given you any reason to believe that we would betray the Alliance or our own goddamn people. That is why she didn't want you as her XO. He came onto the Normandy knowing full well what Cerberus did and didn't ask any questions because he believed in her, trusted her. Fuck, even Tali came onto the Normandy and worked with Miranda and Jacob after Cerberus had blown up one of her people's ships! Jack, who had more reason in the universe to hate Cerberus like a motherfucker, trusted Shepard. I never had any illusions about Cerberus but they gave me the Normandy back, brought Shepard back. I fully expected for Shepard to cut ties and bounce once she believed she had stopped the Collectors. But she chose Garrus as her XO because he was always there, never doubted her and trusted her implicitly. Something you never had the balls to do." Joker felt his hand trembling with anger and he gripped his cards tightly, his fingers turning white. He might have fractured something but he was too angry to care. If he wasn't worried about breaking all his bones he would have hit Kaidan square in the nose and would have felt no remorse about it.

"Jack's case was completely different. They didn't turn her into a mindless husk. They didn't use her for some sick and twisted experiments to figure out how the Reapers used mind control. They didn't set the Rachni lose on her and force to fight them or worse. They used her to unlock the full biotic potential in humans, no worse than what I went through," he said trying to disprove something or prove a fact but instead made a fool of himself. Joker and Vega stared at him in disbelief and even Cortez shook his head, closing his eyes at what Kaidan said.

"Major, you've got it all wro-" Vega started to say but Joker cut him off, laughing at his words.

"So you think being tortured is anything like what you went through at BAaT? You think that keeping a little girl isolated, away from all contact at all times is in anyway similar to your training? They ripped her away from her family, just like the other children, they injected drugs into her body and forced her to fight until the death with other children. They brainwashed her. They had turned her into what she was before she came onto the Normandy. They performed more experiments on her than any one of could ever know about. I hope, for your sake, that you never say that to Jack's face. Don't you ever compare your training to what Jack when through. She went through fucking hell while you sat around in a nice clean place with friends and laughter. Go fuck yourself."

Joker was pulled out his thoughts at EDI's voice, feeling the anger wash over him all over again. Their argument had come to an abrupt halt when Traynor had come over the com to tell Kaidan that he had received a message from the Council. Joker rolled his eyes. A fucking Council member. Great. Now his big ass head will be even fucking bigger, he thought bitterly. At least he'll be off the goddamn Normandy. He wasn't sure why Shepard had recommended him and when he had asked Garrus if he knew he was only given a vague answer. He didn't believe that Garrus didn't have at least an idea, they were practically joined at the hip, but he also knew that they hadn't been able to talk again.

"I sense that you are distressed, Jeff. Might I enquire as to what the cause of this abnormal behavior is?" He looked over and shook his head. Sometimes he really hated that she was a robot, but he wouldn't trade her for anything. As strange and unnatural as it might seem to other people, he loved her and believed that she loved him as well. If people didn't like it, then so be it. The only people whose opinions mattered to him were the ones of the crew on the Normandy, minus Kaidan of course. She should have killed him, not Ash, he thought and immediately grimaced at himself.

"I'm fine, EDI."

"Again, I must insist on calling you on your bullshit. My scans and readings are showing that your heart rate is elevated and is most likely caused by anger." He sighed and turned his chair towards her, keeping a partial eye on the readings. They weren't abnormal but there was something different about them.

"I was just remembering a conversation I had with Kaidan, it's nothing really. I'm worried about you. Has Tali been able to help at all?" She was quiet for a moment, refusing to meet is eyes. He sighed and spun his chair back around, not noticing the red light that started flashing. "I'm not asking to hurt your feelings. I know how hard it must be for you, but you can't deny that something is wrong. For shit's sake, EDI, you're having trouble maintaining connections for vid-coms and to my knowledge that was never a problem for you, you have forgotten about things until you're reminded of them."

"Jeff!" she said suddenly, her hands coming up to her console.

"No, let me finish I love you and I-"

"No, Jeff. We've been tagged." He looked at the holo interface and froze. "Someone is trying to establish a connection with us."

"Who?" he asked swiping things across and adding others, trying to figure out how he didn't notice this. She looked at him, her eyes wide.

"The Batarians." He froze.

"Fuck. Me."