Credit goes to 11_Gadget_27 for inspiration. If you haven't checked out that library yet, you should. It is amazing.
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The door to the airlock shut behind them with a wheeze of air as the pressure stabilized and the decontamination cycle started. Nihlus fingers started to desperately tug at the clasps on his armor, the adrenaline spiking in his body.
"Get the armor off!" Saren growled insistently beside him as the first piece of white armor fell to the ground.
"What do you think I'm doing?" his apprentice sneered, insulted that he thought that hadn't been foremost in his mind when the acid started to work its way through the hardened plastics and fabric.
The mission hadn't exactly been a complete success. It had started out good enough with some nice and controlled mayhem, but soon escalated into a run through the jungle, perpetrators hot on their tail. To loose them their only chance had been to dive into a web of foreign plant-life, a web their followers refused to breach. It had become obvious to them why very soon.
Running at leg deadening speeds while the air around them filled with the smell of chemical burns they made their way to the ship and safety.
The last piece of armor clanked to the floor and Nihlus drew a well needed breath.
"The under armor too," Saren commanded and before he had a chance to react the older man had started to tug the isolating clothing off his body.
The expanse of pale hide and scales met him as their ragged breaths mixed together.
"I can fucking do it myself!" Nihlus scoffed and pushed his hands away. "What was that back there anyway?"
"You tell me!" Saren shot back. "Whose great idea was it to trigger that alarm anyway?"
Oh no, he sounded mad. Muscles beneath dark brown skin tensed in spite of an effort not to.
"We survived, didn't we?" Nihlus tried, but it came out with less power than he intended.
"No thanks to you!" Saren showed his teeth and towered over him. Despite being taller than his mentor he still felt small, and tiny, and very very breakable at this moment.
He wasn't even aware of how he had backed away, the fuming Spectre following his every step, until his back hit the wall. Those intense blue eyes were looking down on him like sharpened daggers. Adrenaline mixed with fear made things shift in his lower body, his abdominal muscles contracting in the event of an incoming blow.
And why was he suddenly so turned on? Nihlus shut his eyes and tried to suppress the shame he felt as his pubic plates started to shift and open. He felt how the air moved next to his neck and the warmth of Saren's body so close made the thoughts going through his mind weer off in directions not really connected with pain. His mentor breathed deep in through his nose, sniffing his neck and just below the mandible.
"Really Nihlus?" he said, his voice both skeptical and amused at the same time. The lower tones had changed from threatening to aroused and the smell of his pheromones wafted over to the cornered turian, intensifying his own state to the point where he felt himself threaten to emerge.
He made a noncommittal noise from deep in his throat. What could he say? He knew he was messed up, this wasn't exactly the first time he got turned on from Saren being forceful.
Daring to open his eyes again he found a white plated face centimeters from his own, slowly closing in. Nihlus heart was pounding in his ears from anticipation of the things to come and he almost whined when the man stopped dead in his tracks. Close enough to just almost feel his lips grace his own, but not quite to really touch. Swallowing involuntarily, his eyes grew fixed on those white lip plates.
That's when he saw how one of Saren's mandibles twitched slightly. He was messing with him! Driving him crazy! Well then he would get to see crazy!
With powerful grips Nihlus took hold of the back of the older man's neck and around his hip. Yanking him forward, their bodies meeting as their mouths clashed together. He couldn't help the moan that left him as he finally got a taste. Yeah, Saren would get to see crazy.