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They were just about to leave when Saren paused.

"You don't need Gavorn for a couple of hours, do you?" It wasn't really a question.

Aria glared at the old Spectre and Nihlus once again wondered why his mentor derived so much pleasure from teasing the Queen of Omega.

"No." Her voice was thin, a razor sharp garrote thread.

With her eyes shooting daggers in their backs they left Afterlife. Saren didn't even spare the Captain in question a glance as they passed. He only growled out:

"10 minutes, dock ten seven b."

It had an immediate effect on the man. Nihlus could see how his mandibles fluttered excitedly before he took off into the crowd of people that lingered around the popular nightclub.

So it was going to be one of those nights... Nihlus schooled his face into the unreadable mask he had honed into perfection ever since he started his duty as a Spectre. He should have known Saren would call for Gavorn when they headed for Omega. It was only the norm after all. His mentor had a lover at almost every port they visited, all of them turian, and all of them with a questionable reputation. Maybe that was the only people who would sleep with a barefaced biotic Spectre who wouldn't think twice about killing you if you crossed his plans.

Nihlus just wished the powerful man would count him into the group of people he shared his nights with.

When they reached the ship, the young turian hauled his ass into his room and shut the door with a finality no one could have missed. Gavorn would come and Saren would wait in his room. They would start fucking immediately, keeping at it for several hours. Then Gavorn would leave and Saren would take a shower. That's how it always was, the lovers never spent the night and Nihlus doubted they even had a chance to catch their breaths before the cold-hearted bastard kicked them out.

Nine minutes and thirty-two seconds later he could start to hear the undeniable sounds of two turians starting to get into it. Their bass filled growls and chirps vibrated their way through the wall and Nihlus sighed where he lay on his bed, trying to focus on today's mission report. He should have known better. The distinct rhythm of rough sex was the only thing he could think about after a while. The pounding to his wall indicating just how they were doing it at the moment. Spirits, he was really giving it to him too, if the half muffled screaming was anything to go by.

Who was on top? He wondered briefly as he felt how his plates slid open. He had a hard time imagine Saren in a subordinate position. Even if the picture of a white, slender back, bent and gyrating, was one of his secret fantasies.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered as an especially loud moan in pleasure made his pants tighten. There was no avoiding this now.

Fingering the clasps of his trousers, Nihlus let out a sigh in relief when his blue limb could stretch out unhindered. Closing his fingers around it he quickly matched the pace of the couple next-door. He kept his own sounds to a minimum, there was no reason to let the old man know how much he got off on hearing him pound someone into a wall.

Imagining being on the receiving end of those growls and pants, Nihlus closed his eyes. Fuck how he wished it was him in there instead of Gavorn. Those pale, rough hands running all over his skin. Down, around his waist and further. He wished it was Saren's hand that he now bucked up out of the bed into. Wished that he could feel the older man's length driving deep within him.
Biting down on his tongue to not yell out in pleasure as the images played in front of his eyelids, the pressure building quickly, turning his body into an inferno of lust.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted. The pair on the other side of the wall quickening their pace into something desperately hurried. Voices reaching a different pitch and Nihlus felt how he verged on the edge. One more decisive tug and...

The scream in pleasure wouldn't be denied as he came hard in his own hand. The milky substance spraying over his chest and fingers.

The subdued sounds of bodies shuffling in the next room told him they too had reached their limit. Pulling air into his hungry lungs Nihlus keened softly. Fuck, how he wished he could be in there right now.