NSFW
2174 CE – November 27th – Breakfast 07:32 AM
"When I asked him who had the biggest dick on the station I thought he was going to have a seizure," Shepard laughed. Emerus and Celsus chuffed along with her, while Chellick was changing between a worried smile and a frown.
"That was a big risk to take, Shepard. What if he reported you for extortion?"
"Extorting him for food? Really, you are the pride of the Hierarchy, Chellick," she said with a fond smile.
"You could get in trouble just by breathing," Chellick muttered to the guffaws of their friends.
"The thing I want to know," Arista said with a flash of teeth, "is why you didn't use this information to get warm food for yourself."
The other turians went as silent as Shepard went blank. After a long moment of afterthought, Shepard realized it never occurred to her before she had to provide for someone else. And that someone being the future garden gnome of Palaven.
"Nooo," she said aghast, "Gods, I'm going to pretend you never said that. Fuck, I'm so stupid!"
The laughter resumed, and now at her expense.
"I knew you had a soft spot for turians, but that guy? Looks like competition, Chellick," Emerus flicked a mandible at his friend.
"Looks like it," Chellick replied with a feigned sigh. "Humans are insatiable."
"Turians can't keep up, you mean," Shepard retorted back with a wink.
"Speaking of which," Chellick said in a casual tone, "isn't your commander due for another off-world trip soon?"
"He is. Celsus and I are planning a little intimate party," Shepard said equally casual.
"So true," Celsus confirmed, "I'm afraid I'll be quite worn out."
Chellick almost choked on the water he was drinking, and stared accusingly at the pair.
"Not funny. Shepard, tell me that's not true."
"It could be true."
"Is it?"
"You know the old theory about the multiverses? Somewhere it's true."
"I should push you out the airlock," Chellick said, exasperated.
"You should, but then you'd have to sniff Emerus' fringe."
"Whoa whoa, don't you mean, my fringe? As in 'that fringe belongs to me?" Arista growled playfully.
"Hey, I'm not your plaything." Emerus looked offended until he saw the smiling face of Arista and had a quick change of heart. "Okay, I am. Do with me as you please."
"I will," she said and nipped at his neck.
"Will you four cut that out? I have no neck to nibble on, and you guys shoving your happiness in my face is bad enough." Celsus slammed down his cup and looked away.
"Sorry Celsus." Arista gave Emerus a raised browplate. He nodded discreetly, and gave Celsus a small poke.
"You know, you could join us tonight, if you wanted?"
"Don't even joke about it."
"We're serious. If Chellick weren't so selfish, we might even lure Shepard with us as well."
"No!" Chellick exclaimed, then looked nervously at Shepard. "No?"
She smiled at him. "Nah, I got you."
"Then no. So hah!"
"Just the three of us then. Celsus?" Arista gave him a smoldering stare.
Celsus um'ed and ah'ed his way into a confirmation, making Shepard suspect he'd carried a small torch for Arista a long time. She had to ask Chellick about that later. Thankfully none of them were talking about sex when Aius ran up to their table.
"Shepard, you need to see this, Castor is regurgitating all his food. We think he might be sick."
"Gods," she groaned and got up.
"Good luck," Chellick called out as she trotted after Aius.
2174 CE – December 3rd – Sick bay 10:00 AM
"You look really adorable with that purple bonnet on your head," Argyle said, pretending to swoon over Mevia. The turian version of flu was sweeping the station, and only Shepard and Argyle by virtue of being humans could freely mingle with sick squad members. The sickness was relatively benign but highly contagious, and teammates that showed any symptoms had been quarantined. Only Garrus and Nirea remained healthy, and they were currently down the hall for immunoboosters to keep it that way.
"Spirits damn you, human," Mevia croaked from her bed. "When I get well, I'll tan your hide for this."
Beside her, Strabo tried to laugh, but it came out as a gurgle, and he almost threw up again.
Castor, who'd become ill first, was on the mend and sat up, trying to read on a datapad, but the sick turians around them was distracting him from homework. Aius was half asleep, only opening his eyes if a sudden need to sneeze or vomit overcame him. Outside the sickbay quarantine area they heard the environmental sterilization sluice activate, and moments later Shepard stepped in.
"Hello Four. Aren't you guys a sorry sight," she smiled and put down a bag she had slung over her shoulder."
"Haha. Here I thought you were beginning to like us," Strabo said, trying to joke.
"Not a chance. But, since I'm such a warm and caring person, happy unification day to you." Shepard pulled out a slew of assorted snacks and treats, all purchased with the tokens she'd fleeced from her turian friends by betting. Perhaps they'd get wise some day.
"Now, I know you might not be able to keep these down, but that's not the point. When you're sick, you should have something to keep your spirits up."
Shepard was suddenly aware that they were all staring at her, even Aius had woken from his slumber to gawk.
"Did I say the wrong thing? Mentioning spirits? It's just an old human expression, I didn't mean to insult your heritage or anything.."
They still said nothing, and being stared down by four stunned turians and one puzzled human was unnerving.
"Guys, come on. Tell me what I did wrong."
Castor, the mediator on the squad opened his mouth first. "We.. we didn't think you'd know about today".
"You didn't have to, really," Mevia said from the bed. "It's not how we celebrate unification day."
"But I wanted to," Shepard replied firmly. "I'll leave the bag here, take what you want and leave what you don't. Just get better, all right? Almost every squad has some sick turians, so we're not out of the running for fourex. I'll come by later to check on you." She motioned Argyle to follow, and they stepped into the sluice and activated the sterilization process.
"You didn't have to, really?" Strabo mimicked Mevia. "Now she thinks we hate her. Well done."
"I think like the bringer of snacks," Aius grumbled from his bed. "Castor, can you get some for me?"
"Hey, you all thought the same thing, don't pin this on me," Mevia protested.
"Wow, digerisian chocolate? Aren't these your favourite, Aius," Castor said while rummaging the bag.
"Ooh, from my homeworld? Gimme gimme," Aius said with a hopeful, yet tired smile.
"Too bad," Castor said and chomped down the chocolate bar to Aius whining accompaniment.
"Noooo.. Whyy?" Aius was the picture of sadness.
From their beds, Mevia and Strabo was straining with hoarse laughter.
"That's for stealing all the sauce during our victory dinner, you thief," Castor said and crossed his arms.
"Castor, I never thought you could be this cruel," Aius said meekly. "I'm sick, I can't take much more abuse."
"Well done Castor," Mevia said. "Serves him right."
"Cruel fates," Aius whinged. He dropped back on the bed and curled into a ball.
"Hope you learned something from this," Castor chuffed and tossed another chocolate bar on Aius. "Next time you steal from all of us we'll force you to eat in the hallway."
Someone from the neighboring beds cast beady eyes in their direction. "Hey, squad four has treats," one of them shouted.
"Forget it, they're all ours. Get your own turian friendly squad leader, Cassius," Castor called back.
"Are you talking about Shepard? She gives out treats? You must be huffing red sand, Castor!"
"Starve for all we care," Mevia's shrill flanging voice cut through the din. "It's ours!"
"The palaveni dried scarabs are mine," she muttered to Castor, whom handed them over with a grin.
2174 CE – December 3rd – Shooting Range – 13:45 PM
"Another ten. You're cleaning up today, Vakarian." Shepard glanced over to the second of her last standing squad members. He'd been obedient and quiet ever since their meeting with Corinthus, and the absence of bitterness he showed while she was in his presence disturbed her, especially since she knew he vented about her to the others.
"Thanks, Shepard."
"I guess we're lucky that you two aren't sick, would've been worse if every turian on this team was down.
"Yes, Shepard."
It was like talking to an emotionless robot. Shepard pinched the bridge of her nose, then gave Nirea an encouraging smile. The female turian gave a small nod. The understanding between her, Nirea, Castor and Strabo was making Garrus believe that they were the ones that had fixed so he would get food after late shifts with the repair crew, and so far it worked.
Their turn was up, and since they were done early and Garrus had one hour of rest before he had to attend his other duties, he left to to some maintenance on his rifle. Shepard used the opportunity to call Nirea back.
"Happy unification day, Nirea. Is that how you say it? I got our malingerers some treats in commemoration, so you and Garrus should too. The thing is.."
"that he won't accept gifts from you, and you want me to pretend it's from me?" Nirea smiled.
"From you, or the squad, or you found it laying around. Whatever works best," Shepard said and handed over a small satchel.
"I will. Thank you, Shepard. It's really thoughtful." Nirea shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and Shepard held her breath, awaiting a new crisis.
"Do you think we stand a chance in fourex?" The worried look on Nirea's face was the only thing that kept Shepard from smiling. She exhaled. No crisis, just school.
"I think we stand a fair chance. Pretty much all the team has been crippled by this," she said. "Emerus' squad is our biggest opponent, and he's the last turian still standing on his team."
"But Celsus Corinthus has a mostly human squad," Nirea persisted.
"No worries, we'll do fine. Castor is already on the mend, and the rest can't be far behind."
"I hope so." Nirea lifted the satchel and thanked her again. As Nirea left, Shepard realized she had the whole afternoon to herself, and went to find her boyfriend for some much needed intimacy.
2174 CE – December 3rd – Armory – 14:10 PM
"Hey Garrus, I got us some treats in celebration of the day," Nirea smiled at him.
He looked up from his rifle and gave her a confused look. "Why? That's not tradition."
"Come on, don't be like that. You should be glad someone's still talking to you after what you did," Nirea replied and tossed a small bag over to him.
"Glad? I almost got thrown off the station by those racist humans again, and I'm supposed to be glad?"
"Garrus Vakarian, it was you who almost tore that boy's face off. I don't care what he said, your actions put all of us in a bad light."
"Give it a rest, Nirea. I got that 'don't hurt your fellow recruits' speech from Castor already. And Strabo. And Mevia yelled at me. Aius ignores me." He closed his mandibles. "It's not fair."
"Garrus, you need to take responsibility for what you did, not blame everyone else." Nirea was not unsympathetic to him, but Garrus was trying her patience, even if she knew more than he did.
"Like Shepard? She gets away with everything, and I have to take the fall?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Garrus."
"Don't patronize me! I know who Vyrnnus is! He's the turian that threatened to have thrown out of here unless I lied about how I got attacked. Turn out he's Shepard's master! He was practically fawning over her, and humming insults at me and the captain!" Garrus was shouting at the top of his lungs now.
Nirea wanted to answer back with what she knew about his close encounter with expulsion, but their squad leader would not appreciate her spilling the truth, for whatever reason. Instead she closed the conversation with an angry thrum, signaling the end of argument.
"Whatever," Garrus said and sat down petulantly. "In three weeks I'll talk to my dad, and the truth will come out."
"What truth," Nirea asked despite herself.
"You didn't want to talk anymore, and I have things to do." He packed away his rifle and cleaning items and left for his shift. Nirea noted that he also took the little bag of sweets despite their fight. The growing turian would probably be hungry before the end of shift, and the kheelie jerky would help, no matter how much he wanted to sulk.
2174 CE – December 12th – Shower – 20:05 PM
"How is this being discreet? It's early." Shepard raised an eyebrow at Chellick's explanations.
"Everyone is still at dinner. Pretty much everyone had to shower after the march anyway, and now we'll have the whole place to ourselves for a while."
"You dragged me out of dinner early to have your way with me in the shower? Lurid turian."
"Not just any turian, your turian boyfriend, and this is one of the rare times when that lunatic commander is off-station. Come on, you know you want this." He grinned and stretched out, showing his polished plates and narrow waist. The little sneak was right, she thought, she did want him. Badly.
"All right," she sighed, "I'll make the sacrifice."
Chellick scooped her into his arms and kissed her fervently, whispering "I'll give you sacrifice, human."
She dug her nails into his waist and started kneading the hide. His reaction was instant, his breath became ragged, but he pried her hands away. "Not like that," he panted. "I have a plan."
He frog-marched her into the inner shower stall, and turned her to face the wall.
"I once saw you do a split to avoid a high kick from Arista. Time to see how flexible you really are."
"Decian, sweetheart, it's not like humans don't have sex in the shower, we don't do it in front of an audience."
"Careful Jane, or I might not share this with you." He pushed up against her hips and started slide his cock between her thighs. She instantly arched against him and tried to place her hands on his hips from behind.
"I told you, not like that," he chuckled. "Like this." Chellick took her hands and placed one on the top of the stall wall and one on the metal beam holding the shower head. "Hold on." He gently shoved her legs apart and let one hand slide between her folds while he kept up the agonizing slow grind from behind. Against her back she felt the vibrating hum coming from his chest, and with his warm tongue playing with her neck, it didn't take long before she needed much more than his fingers.
"Mmh, not that I don't adore all this attention, it's not really all that difficult, standing here and letting you do all the work." Shepard turned her head so she could kiss him, and he was more than happy to oblige. "This is merely warm up, Jane. Are you ready for me?"
"Very ready."
"All right, give me ten seconds." He extracted himself from her and she heard the small rip from a condom wrapper, then he was at her back again. "Bend a little forward for he," he groaned, and she did, letting him catch an eyeful of his prize. "Spirits," she heard behind her, then his talons was at her hips and he slowly guided himself into her. Shepard closed her eyes and enjoyed his first careful thrusts. His cock was already swelling to fill her, and she held on to her designated handles, expecting a thorough fucking to commence at any moment. The wait was delicious.
"That was the first step," she heard Chellick behind her.
Clearly, this was not going where she wanted it to go.
"First step? Decian, if the second step is not you pounding your girlfriend until she can hardly stand, I'm going back to dinner."
He chuffed at the irritability in her voice. "Soon, soon. Are you holding on?"
"Yes, but I haven't seen any reason to stay moored to this stall yet," she teased.
"You will. Keep holding," he said and turned on the shower. He then placed one hand around her waist, and maneuvered her so he could pull up her leg with the other hand.
"Whoa whoa, what are you-.."
"I told you to hold on." Chellick hitched her leg behind one of his spurs, then switched arms and tried to pick up her other leg. "Humans get so slippery in water." His intent was becoming obvious.
"Oh, I get it. Ambitious, are we? Trapping the poor human between the wall and your spurs and having your way with her?"
"I don't hear any protests," he hummed.
"Nor will you. Wait, let me change grip," she said and got hold higher up on the pipe. It made it easier to help him lift her other leg up, and he now had her hanging off the wall with both legs trapped in his leg spurs while he was fully sheathed inside her.
The absurdity of the situation should have made it too funny to be sexy, but she felt her pussy throb in anticipation of being fucked like this. "Decian, please, I can't hang here forever."
"Please what, Jane?"
Great, now he was making her beg too. "Just do it, okay?"
"Do what," he purred.
"I hate you," she muttered. "Please, would you just fuck me?" The 'fuck' was spoken in almost inaudible tones under the falling water, but he heard her perfectly.
"Pretending you don't want this, Jane? Never took you for the shy type," he grinned and gave her a few deep thrusts, and was rewarded with a small moan from her.
"Just tell me you want this," he said, and there was a pleading twang in his subvocals now.
"I want you, Decian. Now please.."
"Anything for you, Jane," he said with relief, and started moving in and out of her in a slow pace.
Her arms were still not feeling the strain, instead she let herself savor the slow rhythm he was setting, the touch of his blunt talons gently tracing over her skin. The feeling of oncoming euphoria lasted until she heard "oh no" behind her, followed by a scraping sound. She opened her eyes and saw they were both slowly gliding backwards. The angle of her pushing against the wall for support and him so close under her to fill her entirely was causing them to shift away from said wall. The scraping sound was the talons on his feet, desperately scratching for purchase. "Uh, I wasn't thinking of how slippery the tiles would get," he panted in her ear. "Spirits, don't try to jump off, you'll break my spurs."
Their slide came to a halt when his talons caught on the grout lines between the tiles.
"Thank the spirits for that. Do you want to.. uh.. stop?"
"Decian, don't you fucking dare. I thought turians were hard workers, now you can't even finish the job?" She turned her head and winked at him.
"You'll regret those words, I swear," he grunted and hilted inside her again.
Chellick started fucking her in earnest, and as the sounds of her soft whimpers and his flanging groans filled their stall, there was another sound gaining in intensity in their immediate vicinity; The mournful creak of a hinge reaching the end of it's lifetime. The cascading water, sounds of pleasure and the rhythmic slap of plates on flesh dulled it, but it was increasing in decibel by every thrust from the eager turian. As the pair was about to reach their inevitable climax, the hinge gave one last squeak and snapped with a metallic ping. The wall Shepard counted on for support gave in, and the sudden shift in balance in addition to the far-gone turian still ramming her from behind made Shepard lurch forward and cling solely to the shower pipe instead. The pleasure of being fucked by her boyfriend while they wrecked the surrounding area was like a thrilling high, until the sound of another piece of groaning metal warned of impending collapse in front of her.
"Decian, hold up, the pipe-.." she began, but it was too late. The lone beam could not hold hers and Chellick's combined weight and snapped from it's fasteners, dragging with it the shower head and bringing the double branch pipes for hot and cold water with it. The water now gushed everywhere, and Chellick, having recovered some blood to his brain, pulled Shepard away from the hot spray and covered her with his body. The momentum, coupled with the slippery surface of the bathroom tiles threw them back into the already struggling stall wall, which at this point gave up in face of the newest onslaught, slowly toppling them over onto the next stall, then the next, and so on. The effect was much like dominoes. After the last of the metaphorical dust had settled, Chellick was still hanging on to Shepard, but they were both sprawled on the floor under pieces of stalls and the occasional spray of steaming water.
"Ow," Shepard moaned and carefully pulled one leg away from Chellick's upturned leg spur.
"Spirits, we are in so much trouble." Chellick clicked his mandibles in horror.
"We need to get out of here," Shepard groaned again and untangled her last leg from under her boyfriend.
"Spirits, we are going to be exposed. And expelled" Chellick was not listening to a word she was saying.
"Hey. The spirits are not going to get us out of this. We are. We'll get up, find that condom and escape with a fraction of our dignity intact."
"We broke everything. The right procedure is to report ourselves to our superiors."
An image of confessing this whole debacle to Vyrnnus flew across her mind's eye, and she winced. "Not a chance. Now get up, and let's get out of here."
"It's not honorable," Chellick insisted.
Shepard looked at him like he was crazy. The poor turian appeared to be in shock. Shepard had no time for that, she could nurse his wounded psyche later.
"Do you want me to get thrown out of the program, Decian? Because that's what's going to happen if anyone finds out I'm screwing a turian in the station showers."
"No.. no..I don't.. I don't know, this isn't right, this isn't right," he wailed.
She sighed. "Come here now. Let's just make our escape now, and if things get complicated later we'll deal with it then, okay?"
"..I..okay.." Chellick calmed down enough for her to help him up and look over the damage. She was already showing bruises from having a turian landing on her, but no splinters from the stalls. Besides from his resistance to fleeing the scene, Chellick seemed fine. His cock had retracted behind his groin plates, with the upper part of the condom stuck between them. Shepard gently tugged it away. In the bin with that.
"Let's go." And then she added with an afterthought; "This is going to be a hilarious story in a few years."
The turian beside her vehemently disagreed.
2174 CE – December 12th – Shower – 21:24 PM
Garrus stared in disbelief at the ruins of the shower. Whomever did this, had outdone themselves in wanton destruction, as half the stalls on one side was obliterated, and only the presence of several drains had prevented the whole building from flooding.
"Those turians," the senior maintenance engineers sneered. "No shame whatsoever. I mean, we all know they fuck like animals in here, but at least until now they let the fixtures be."
Garrus didn't bother with acknowledging the blatant racism. This was eons away from Erikson levels, and he was determined to not cause more upheavals. Not yet, at any rate. Two weeks until he could talk with his father, and he counted the days.
"Albert, get the main water supply closed of. The lever is down in the maintenance hatch. Turian, get that flotsam carried out of here. It's going to be a long evening."
Garrus got to work with his usual ruthless efficiency, first clearing out the broken stalls with minor damages while the water was still flowing from the pipes pulled from the wall. When the water finally stilled, he picked up the last pieces from the floor and noted the scratch marks on the tiles. Talons. What else. Some of his compatriots had been having the time of their lives, clawing and scratching at everything in their reach, before practically devastating the entire… Garrus' train of thought decelerated as he first looked, then observed the stall wall. No scratch marks. He took another look at the bent metal beam pulled from the wall. No marks on that either, nor on the wall itself. That was… weird. A turian couple that was so into each other that they would scrape the floor would surely make other marks as well? Unless… He started breathing faster. Unless there was a human in there with the turian. It was unthinkable. It couldn't be right. A human.. with a turian? His imagination ran wild, returning to forbidden thoughts on him pinning down his squad leader, but to shove her against the wall and mount her from behind.. Spirits, that would be... awful? It would be awful, he told himself. The soft feeling of unplated flesh... the small grunts and outcries she made when she trained against him.. they would probably be louder, right? No! No. No. No. He forced the aroused hum from his subvocals and picked up a wrench. Garrus got back to work, trying to remember algorithms from his tech-classes to keep his mind occupied with safe subjects. They would keep his mind away from such deviant thoughts.
There was nothing sordid about calibrations.
Author's notes:
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, nobody catches a break and everything is a disaster zone. :)