"What can you tell me about Noel and the arms dealer Xanxus?" Shepard asks leaning back on the couch casually."
"Well they're in love with each other, but dance around it with sexual tension." Aria scoffs. "Noel is over there dancing with some handsy Batarian that signed himself a death warrant from a possessive Turian. Xanxus is probably conducting business in some back alley with Noel's surrogate kid and that damn varren of his. I recommend that you grab Xanxus first in order to coax Noel to go with you."
Shepard shifted nervously before nodding in thanks. He glanced out over the club and spotted a Quarian draped in dark green dancing out of grasp of a larger Batarian.
"Xanxus is a highly sought after weapons manufacturer. They say every pistol he touches will have the firepower of a canon." Kasumi informs as the walked through Afterlife's back door.
Fortunately they found Xanxus. Unfortunately they found him in the middle of shooting a vorcha through the head.
"See that kid." Xanxus spoke gesturing with his gun to the large smoking hole where the Vorcha's face used to be. "You need to make a statement like that to get your point across to trash."
"What if they transfer the credits as your holding the gun up to their head?" The young quarian beside him asked curiously from his position petting the head of a large black and white varren.
"Accept it and then shoot the knee." Xanxus replied looking over into Shepard's wide eyes.
The ochre colored Turian's mandibles flared studying the group of humans before him. The two women were vastly different in size and personality. The hooded one smiled at him gleefully while the taller one scowled at him. Xanxus snorted at her face before facing Shepard.
"The Illusive man paid a shitload of credits out for my assistance." He started as he snapped his fingers causing the varren to prowl to his side. "He also guaranteed Noel would be on this little mission crew of yours as well."
"He is." Shepard replied shifting. "We were just heading up to the main club to get him."
"Good." Xanxus replied. "Then you won't mind if Kenn takes Bester and boards your ship."
The arms dealer walked off leaving a fuming Miranda, exasperated Shepard, and amused Kasumi in his wake. The group got the quarian and varren settled in the large storage room off the shuttle bay. Shepard returned to afterlife with Mordin instead of Miranda. The sight upon entering the club was both sensual and terrifying.
Noel had wrapped his arms around Xanxus' shoulders as the Turian nuzzled the part of his enviro-suit where the shorter's neck would be. Xanxus had his hands on the smaller male's hips slowly easing them down and was using his foot to force a knife deeper into the hand of the now bruised and bloodied Batarian that was previously dancing with the Quarian.
"Would recommend safe methods of intercourse, but guessing the two already heavily researched subject." Mordin said analyzing the couple. "Can provide proper supplements for Quarian should he decide to remove enviro-suit while on board.
"I have no doubt you are 100% correct doctor." Kasumi giggled.
"Let's just grab them and go already." Shepard gumbled.
Shepard could feel a migraine coming on just thinking about the criminals on his ship. He approached the couple warrily and cleared his throat.
"You two ready?" He asked.
"Of course my dear commander." Noel cooed.
He unwrapped himself from the Turian and walked up to Shepard giving him a tight squeeze.
"Long time no see. I heard you died from a couple of my contacts."
"Cerberus rebuilt me." Shepard informed.
"Cerberus? The ignorant bosh'tets that are anti-alien?" Noel laughed. "They were stupid enough to experiment on ancient beings they had no understanding of and attempted to create super soldiers."
Noel gave Shepard a once over.
"I guess they got one thing right. You look good for a patchwork human."
The group of 5 returned to the Normandy and left its new members to themselves. Xanxus gave Noel a glance over.
"Why did you let that scum touch you?" He growled.
Noel tilted his head before reaching up and caressing the dark clan marks on the Turian's face. His fingers traced from Xanxus' mandibles up to the points on his fringe.
"Darling I would never dream of allowing another to touch me the way you do. Remember Xan, I told you all those years ago when I first arrived on the Citadel, I belong to you."
"Just as I to you."
Noel hugged the Turian and snuggled into his chest. A soft rumbling started in Xanxus' chest as he clutched the small Quarian tighter to himself.
"I can't wait to look at you face to face again." Xanxus rumbled out.
"You just want to pull on my hair and bite me." Noel giggled as he twisted out of his arms and made his way over to Kenn. He pat the teen on the shoulder before crouching down to pamper Bester with praise, scratches, and kissy noises.
"So, you're Archangel." Noel chirped looking over Garrus in obvious mirth. "I have to say I expected someone taller."
Garrus chuckled and turned from calibrating the main gun.
"Well I'm sure you've had your fair share of 'you're not what I expected' over the years as well."
"Comes with the territory."
Noel leaned casually against the wall beside the door with a smug air to his stance. He saw that the Turian still used and modified the sniper rifle he supplied to him before Shepard took down Saren.
"I think I tried to kill your boyfriend at some point."
"I tried to kill you as payback, but I pitied you for the loss of your team."
Garrus froze up with a solemn look.
"Hey, just say the word and I'll track down that traitor of yours." Noel hummed backing out of the main battery. "After all, were teammates now Vakarian."