So, a few people suggested that maybe Jack could have been the one who Cerberus did some, uh, non-elective surgery on, and I thought that sounded like a fine opportunity to get in a little Jack/Miranda action. There's something about those two having angry sex that I always enjoy.
On an unrelated note, I'm writing another story with Rae. It's a Dragon Age yarn called Beyond Understanding, and it's under our joint pen name, Rae's Mask. Check it out if you're so inclined.
"I have had it with both of you!"
Shepard was as angry as Miranda could remember seeing her. "We're just a few days away from hitting Cronos Station," she yelled. "The whole point of this party was for everyone to get a little rest before the last push. Instead, you two have been fighting like a pair of rabid varren since the minute you got here."
Miranda was ashamed to admit it but Shepard was right. She'd started out the evening trying to be civil to Jack, but as time went on, she'd allowed herself to be sucked in by the convict's taunts and jibes. "Shepard, I didn't mean…" She started to say, but the commander wasn't interested in hearing her out.
"Don't even start, Miranda. If you two can't get along, then you can both get the hell out of here."
"Come on, Shep," Jack implored her. "Don't be like that."
Shepard sighed, running her hand through her long, red hair. "Fine. Here's what I'm going to do instead. I'm going to leave you two here in this room and you can come out when you've figured out how to act like civilized people."
Without waiting for any objections they might have had, she stood up and swept out of the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Once the commander was safely gone, Miranda turned back to Jack. "Now look what you've done," she snapped. "Is it really so much to ask you to give me a break for once?"
Jack snorted derisively, unapologetic once more now that Shepard had left. The commander's ability to exercise even a modicum of control over her was, in Miranda's opinion, one of her more miraculous abilities. "I dunno, cheerleader. I guess every time I have to look at your smug, stupid Cerberus face, it just pisses me off."
She rolled her eyes. "You hate Cerberus. That's fine. You know what, Jack? I don't like them either. I've spent the last six months on the run from their assassins. Kai Leng nearly killed me on Sanctuary. So yes, they gave you a raw deal. But what gives you the right to go on acting like you're so bloody special?"
"A raw fucking deal!" Jack's face twisted into a mask of fury. "You think a little time playing hide and seek with the Illusive Man gives you the right to compare yourself to me? Do you have any idea what the people you worked for did? You spent years sucking at their tit, living high on the hog, while I was trapped in a hell you can't even imagine."
A dagger of guilt pierced Miranda's guts at Jack's words. She had done terrible things in the service of Cerberus, and the organization had done even worse. She hoped that her success in tracking down the Illusive Man's base was enough to make amends, but was it really? Could anything ever be? "You're right," she said more softly. "But can't we try to move on from it? I know my life hasn't been as hard as yours, but why can't we try and build better ones?" She laughed bitterly. "At least assuming we survive the next few weeks, that is."
"Really?", Jack snorted. "That's your answer; that we just go and find ourselves some nice, normal lives? Let me tell you something, bitch. Cerberus threw any chance I ever had at normal out the window a long fucking time ago."
She crossed her arms and gave Jack a hard stare, her blue eyes fixing on the other woman's brown ones. Miranda sympathized with her pain, but she was tired of her attitude. "How can you be so sure of that?"
"How can I be… Do you know what they did to me?" Miranda opened her mouth to admit that she didn't, but before she could, Jack did something entirely unexpected. She unbuttoned her pants and yanked them down, along with her boxers. That would have been surprising enough, but what was underneath truly shocked her.
Jutting out from Jack's groin was a fairly sizeable penis. At first, Miranda assumed that she must have been wearing a strap-on, but on further inspection, the organ in front of her was too realistic, too perfect an extension of the convict's body to be artificial.
"Get a good look, princess?", Jack growled. "Cerberus did this to me. It started right around the time I hit puberty. Hormone treatments, surgery, the works… They stuck this fucking thing right above my cunt. Told me it was so I could pass along my superior biotic potential or some shit like that. So go ahead and tell me how I'm going to have a normal life. Me, and my fucked-up head, and my special Cerberus cock are never going to be anything but freaks."
Miranda slumped down on the bed, burying her head in her hands. What she'd just seen was pretty much the last thing she would've guessed, but it did help to explain the depths of Jack's anger. "I'm sorry," she told her, "But what do you want to me do about it?"
Jack shrugged. "We, you could always blow me."
She started to laugh at the comment, but Jack wasn't smiling and Miranda's eyes widened. "You're serious?"
"Why not? Your sicko Cerberus buddies stuck me with this thing. The least you could do is take care of it for me."
The obvious move would have been to tell Jack where she could cram her suggestion and storm out of the room and the apartment. She didn't do that. She told herself it was because she didn't want to ruin Shepard's party, and that it would be simpler this way. And if Jack's words had left her with a lingering pang of guilt, then assuaging it would just be a bonus. "And if I do that," she asked, "Will you stop acting like a spoiled child and be civil for the rest of the night?"
Now Jack grinned, seemingly unable to believe her good fortune. "Oh, definitely," she told Miranda, her voice dripping with smugness. "It's a deal."
The convict interlaced her fingers behind her head and leaned back against the wall while Miranda got up from the bed and crossed the room. Jack's lower body was bare and on top, she wore only a studded leather jacket and a thin tube top that did nothing to cover her midriff. She had never really looked at the convict in that way before, but under the circumstances, she couldn't help but take notice of her body. It was nicer than she would have expected, lean muscle and taut flesh covered in that fascinating pattern of tattoos. If only it didn't belong to such an irritating woman.
She dropped to her knees in front of Jack, examining more closely the organ that Cerberus had crafted. It had hardened with anticipation, and she was amazed by how real the flesh appeared. The level of technical skill required to create the thing was amazing, and she wondered if some of that research into artificial tissue growth had ultimately become a part of the Lazarus Project.
Jack didn't seem to share her scientific curiosity because she snapped, "Well, are you gonna just stare at it or actually do something?"
Rolling her eyes at the display of impatience, Miranda took the shaft in her hand. The skin was hot against her palm, throbbing as if it had a life of its own. She slid down the length, and Jack bit back a low groan at the sensation. The operative flicked out her tongue, lapping experimentally at the veined underside of the erection, and Jack's hips bucked, seeking out more contact.
"Patience, Jack," she chided the other woman. If she was going to do this, then she was going to bloody well do it right.
The convict relaxed a bit, and Miranda made a longer stroke with her tongue, all the way from the base to the thick head of the cock. This time, the noise she coaxed out Jack was louder, and Miranda felt an odd tingle between her legs. There was something compelling about being able to influence her antagonist in that way and it drove her onwards, her lips wrapping around the tip and giving it a firm suckle.
Jack thrust forward again, and Miranda let her deeper inside her. The convict wasn't an especially considerate partner, tangling her hands in Miranda's dark locks and doing her best to control the pace, but she didn't make it easy for Jack. One hand wrapped around the base of the shaft, preventing it from sliding too far in while her tongue kept licking at the part in her mouth.
It wasn't long before Jack was pulsing, little drips of her fluid landing on Miranda's tongue with each stroke of her. It was an odd taste, a mixture of male and female, but it wasn't unpleasant, and she tightened the seal of her lips around the tip, sucking harshly in an effort to pull out more.
A chocked gasp escaped from Jack. "Fuck, cheerleader," she groaned, "Cerberus must really teach you how to suck dick."
Annoyed by the crack, she squeezed down on the base, and though Jack yanked on her hair in response, the yelp she let out at the same time was well worth it. Miranda sped up her pace and her partner stopped making wise-cracks, instead just letting out a lovely series of grunts and moans. The earlier satisfaction Miranda had felt redoubled, her body humming in response to the power she was claiming over Jack.
The only warning she got was a strangled, "Coming," before Jack released. Thick spurts of come filled Miranda's mouth, but after the first few, Jack yanked herself out. A wicked grin spread across her face, and taking hold of her cock, she jerked herself through the rest of her climax. Miranda was too surprised to move in time and burst after burst of hot fluid covered her lips, cheeks and chin, some of it dripping down onto her white cat suit.
"Ha!," Jack gasped as her orgasm trailed off, "Now you really look like the Cerberus whore you are."
Her voice yanked Miranda out of her shock and she stormed to her feet, wiping her face clean as she starred daggers at the convict. "What the hell is wrong with you, Jack?", she snapped. "I go along with your ridiculous request out of some misplaced sense of guilt, and you decide to thank me by making a mess of me. How am I supposed to go back to the party now?"
Miranda's momentum kept her going without waiting for a response. She was angry, she was frustrated, and, she realized, she was horny. Maybe she could do something about at least one of those problems. "I don't want to hear your excuses either," she barked. "Since you stuck me in here, you're at least going to do something useful with that goddamn cock of yours while you're at it."
Now it was Jack's turned to be stunned. "What the fuck do you…"
Before Jack could finish her sentence, Miranda took hold of her head and pulled the shorter woman in for a ferocious kiss, letting her taste herself on the operative's tongue. Without relinquishing the heat of her mouth, Miranda dragged her to the bed, only letting her go to toss her down on top of the clean, white comforter.
"Undress," she commanded, and while Jack pulled off her jacket and tank-top, Miranda unzipped her cat suit, letting the garment drop to the floor. She enjoyed the burning heat in the look the convict shot at her. Jack may have liked to pretend she had nothing but contempt for Miranda, but her eyes told a different story. A smug smile now covering her face, the operative unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties before running a finger along the outside of her sex, a motion that nearly made Jack swallow her own tongue.
Rather than worry about why she was already so wet, she straddled Jack, rubbing herself against the underside of a shaft that was hard once more. She took hold of her partner's hands and brought them up to cover her breasts, telling her, "Don't just lie there. Make yourself useful."
Jack didn't pass up the opportunity, enthusiastically kneading the soft flesh while Miranda lifted her hips up and lowered herself onto the waiting cock. A groan escaped her as the fat head spread her open, stretching her as impressively as she could remember. She rocked back and forth, letting the shaft further in until she'd taken every last bit of the considerable length into her pussy.
"Not bad," she muttered as Jack began to thrust inside her while playing with her swollen nipples. "Now, let's see if your tongue is good for something as well."
Wrapping a hand behind Jack's head, she pulled her head up into her chest, pressing a breast into her mouth. The convict began sucking on the nipple, but apparently, she was tired of Miranda's orders, because then she bit down, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending a jolt straight to the operative's pussy. She clenched down around Jack, her fingers yanking roughly on her short hair as her lust spiked. It felt as if she was in a daze, her earlier rationalizations replaced with raw lust. Earlier that night, Shepard had joked that maybe her bickering with Jack was based on sexual tension. She'd laughed off the suggestion, but maybe the commander had been right.
Having overcome her surprise, Jack fucked her with an animalistic ferocity that was refreshing. There were no bullshit pretensions of affection in their coupling, simply two people using each other's bodies to get what they needed. A calloused thumb sought out her clit, rubbing rough circles over it while Jack's mouth kept licking and nipping at her breasts.
She could see Jack's face tightening as another climax approached and the convict growled, "Fuck. Gonna fill up your tight little Cerberus cunt."
"Not yet, damn you," she cursed, "Make me come first or I'll twist that fucking dick of yours clean off."
"Whiny fucking bitch," Jack snarled, but she did her best to hold back her orgasm, instead angling her thrusts to better rub along Miranda's swollen front wall. The operative took hold of her partner's taut ass, pulling the cock as deep as it could go. It wasn't long before she felt the warmth she craved spreading through her body, the pleasure radiating further with each hard stroke.
"Yes," she cried out, "Bloody hell, yes," before words failed her entirely. Her pussy spasmed around the shaft inside of her and her body tensed and jerked as her release spilled out over Jack's torso. The convict grinned at feeling Miranda's pleasure and she stopped trying to restrain herself. It took only a few more powerful thrusts before she stiffened as well, letting out a primal yell as she plunged as deep as she could into the operative.
It was some time before she stopped pumping her come into Miranda, and even afterwards, Jack was left gasping for breath, letting the operative say the first words between them. She ran a finger over the tattoos on the convict's breasts and purred, "Well, that was surprisingly adequate."
"Adequate?", Jack snorted. "You screamed like a fucking banshee."
"So did you," she countered.
Jack chuckled. "Guess I did. You may be a stupid fucking cheerleader, but you were really good."
"As were you," she conceded, her lips turning up into a smile. "So are we done fighting for the time being?"
"Guess so. Of course," Jack pointed out, "Now neither of us can go back out there."
"I suppose not," Miranda agreed, looking down at the sticky mess that covered the place where they were joined. "It seems we may be stuck here for the rest of the night." Fortunately, the thought no longer bothered her as much as it would have earlier. She was sure they could find some way to pass the time.