My beta didn't finish her work on this story yet, but as I know some of you are eager to see what happened next. So I've decided to publish the next part, but please take note that it may contain many mistakes, so read it on your own risk. Or just wait then :))
First his thought was to set a barrier and attack, but if Shepard doesn't bluff then several point-blank shots from heavy pistol will nullify all his protection. The plan was desperate and bad. On the other hand, the operative thought, if she wanted to shoot him, she would do it already. And still he was torn apart by morbid curiosity about why she returned so early and how she managed to sneak up on him so silently. It would be very difficul even with tactical cloak skill which she managed perfectly.
Leng accurately lowered a spoon in a bowl with untouched food and lifted his hands slowly.
"That's it, good boy. And now bind your hands behind a chair back", and plasma handcuffs fell on a table near him.
The operative hesitated for a moment, but then obeyed. Shepard silently approached closer, ensured that his wrists are fixed properly and bypassed Leng in front without lowering her weapon. Moving aside a chair from a table she sat and carefully put the gun near herself.
"And you are impudent cowboy, as I see. Or should I call you Mr. Shaolin? So you decided to have a dinner at my expense after all, hah?" a curve grin distorted her lips and she moved a bowl with cereal closer to herself.
"I think, you already know my name", Leng answered, ignoring her causticity.
"I don't give a shit about your name. The dead ones don't really need names", she answered and stirred slowly cereal, which already started to bulk up in milk. "So you came to kill me?"
Shepard relaxed and crossed her legs and Leng just noticed that she was absolutely barefooted. The fingers of her feet were long and thin and he even would tell that they are beautiful if it was some other human woman on her place. But his thoughts rushed already in other direction and he slowly turned his head to a balcony door which appeared slightly opened. Now Leng understood, apparently, how Shepard managed to get into the room silently and unexpectedly.
"You have returned too early", he didn't give the obvious answer on her question. "Is Huerta Hospital now closed for psychopaths?"
Shepard burst out laughing silently, but it sounded quite ominously.
"And are you always such a droll or it's just before you die?" and Leng's stomach shrinked plaintively, when she sent a spoon with appetizing contents in her mouth. "Not only "Cerberus" has the necessary communications in C-Sec. When you had looked for me I knew it in a few minutes. It was easy to guess that you'll come for me here."
Leng swore mentally. Everything was ruined on the Citadel, even an agency network. And it's all because of the woman who sat before him now and sent a next spoon in her mouth. Leng swallowed a saliva and a knob of a rage risen in his throat at the same time.
Shepard was silent for a few painful minutes. She didn't take eyes from the captive and continued to consume an appetizing dinner. After the next spoon she licked her lips and purred.
"Oh, damn, it's tasty. Should buy some for the Normandy's supplies," she nodded approvingly and sent the next portion of cereal in her mouth, blissfully rolling her eyes.
Kai Leng tried to represent a lifeless dummy all this time, but haven't endured at last, sighed deeply and turned away to a window. All this situation rather started to irritate him already, so the plan was necessary. He could try to overturn a table with a blow of his foot and to seize the moment while Shepard will drag for a gun. He could unlock the handcuffs and then use an option with a barrier and sudden attack. And while he was busy with his thoughts, she started talking again.
"Poor thing..." counterfeit sympathy reflected on Shepard's face. "I absolutely forgot that you got hungry so badly that didn't disdain to eat in my room."
She raised and approached closer, moving up a bowl with remained cereal to him.
"I am not a sadist, unlike your friends from "Cerberus". I don't torture people with hunger. Do you want some?"
Leng kept silent and turned away again.
"Such a proud one..." she seized him by a jaw and forced to turn to her again. She peered into blackness of his vizor for a few moments and then tore it off from Leng's face with one fast movement. The Cerberus operative blinked. "I hate when I can't see the eyes. Look at me!" she growled and shook his chin almost paifully.
He opened his eyes. Black, shapely, not too dense eyebrows. Usual eye shape, slightly wider than Asians have, but less than Europeans'. Once hazel eyes were gleamed now by the same implants the Illusive Man had, which caused Leng's irises to seem amber. Instead of normal plaintive glands he had another implants flickered like the bluish pearls.
It was unusual for Leng to see without a vizor. He took if off just for hygienic procedures or sleeping. The device gave him night vision, improved aiming, sensors of motion and distance and ability to distinguish the biotic streams. Now, when he remained just with the almost usual human vision, he felt himself uncomfortablly. But behaviour of this madwoman Shepard forced him to forget about it quickly.
She sat opposite to him on the edge of a table and put her bare feet on his hips, having moved forward and rested elbows against her knees.
" Do you like to play with your prey?" she asked suddenly and passed almost to a half-whisper. "I do."
"The word "prey" is applicable to hunters only. And you are a psychopath, whose place is in some "Cerberus" lab."
"Wow... it's rough enough," Shepard grinned. "Nevertheless..." she took off her gaze from Leng and reached to a bowl, "as I said, I am not a sadist."
A filled appetizingly smelling spoon appeared in front of the operative's lips. He turned away.
"You want me to play a strict mammy?" a free Shepard's hand forced him to turn again. "Burp cloth, splodgy shirts, 'I will not eat this'... I'm sure, peices of cereal mixed with milk and saliva will look beautifully on your fashion armor."
"Shepard, you're really sick," Leng screwed up his features, but opened his mouth obediently when the spoon persistently buried in his lips once again.
Leng's stomach wambled gratefully, feeling a long-awaited portion of food, but Shepard didn't let her captive even chew properly and gave him the next full spoon.
"That's it... It's a shame to die with empty stomach, right?" she murmured with satisfaction and decided not to stop.
The third portion seemed superfluous and hardly been fit in Leng's mouth, why the dense drop of milk appeared in a corner of his lips and flew down slowly to his chin.
Shepard watched the operative narrowing her lids while he chewed everything and sighed with a visible hope that this nightmare is over.
"That's a good boy," she said and reached her fingers to his chin, brushing away a dairy drop. "And you have the beautiful lips. Well defined, sensual... It's a pity they belong to such a degenerate like you."
For a few moments Leng looked at her and then started to laugh, bursting more and more. At last, he calmed down, cleared his throat and turned away to a window, lefting on his lips just a weak smile.
Shepard was silent and stared at him interrogatively.
"If you're planning to torture me further with the stories about your sexual fantasies, better shoot me right now, 'cause my mentality won't sustain it," he said.
"All my sexual fantasies appeared deeply in the ass thanks to you, jerk," Shepard hissed and seized his chin with her strong fingers painfully turning to herself. "Look at me when I'm talking to you! Today you killed my companion... my lover. And he was very... very good lover. Best of all I had," she moved forward and stopped only in a couple of inches from his face. She roughly draged out Leng's lip with her thumb, baring even teeth. The operative tried to discharge slightly, but she just steeled her grip and her nails pierced in his face skin making him to clench his teeth and take a sharp breath. Satisfied with his reaction, Shepard continued. "And when I'm not blowing off steam, I'm turning into very bad, malicious girl."
"The Illusive Man was surely upset learning that some lizard wiped his dick with four billions Cerberus' credits," Leng answered indifferently.
The sharp hit from the left almost took him unawares, but thanks to his excellent reaction the operative managed to turn his head so the contact caused a minimum harm. However, he had to admit that Shepard s hook was quite good, and a blood savour appeared in his mouth.
Hardly Kai Leng came to senses, he felt a persevering contact in his groin. He hung his head slowly and saw that one Shepard's foot went down from his hip and took a place on his crotch, threateningly sneaking under a small armor plate and pressing through a firm, but thin fabric of his suit. He lifted the head again and shifted uncomfortablely on a chair.
"I wonder, do you have the human balls or it's just another shock-proof implants?" Shepard inclined her head with curiosity and continued to investigate a new area by her toes.
"Doesn't matter. It won't get worked up over you anyway," Leung parried, trying to keep a stone look, though feelings in his lower body part were little... disturbing.
Shepard smiled indulgently.
She survived already her youthful complexes long ago, and severe life of a soldier made her attitude to such things as sexual attraction quite simple and blunt. Besides, she knew her worth. Despite the visible bright scars on her face and implants burning in her eyes with horrible sparks, it could be possible to call her even pretty. A bushy, black hair always laid down well with her habitual rather teenage hairstyle, well formed features, arched eyebrows, slightly hollow cheeks emphasized her high cheekbones, a widish mouth with accurately outlined lips... You could call her anybody, but not the ugly. And in a combination with athletic body, firm temper and huge popularity, she surely was in TOP-10 of the most desired women in a galaxy, along with movie stars and models.
"I hope you don't think that I will take you a word," she said, deepening her penetration by toes into Leng's groin. "Let's check it."
He knew this game was unfair. None quantity of implants is not capable to kill the main instincts and reflexes in any person if only he doesn't become a completely thoughtless vegetable. He could despise and hate Shepard as much as he wished to, but sometimes the body preferred to make it's own choice, without answering on mind's persuasions.
Leng closed his eyes and relaxed, trying to think of something distract. About his last conversation with the Illusive Man, how this game will start to bother him soon, and how precisely he will snap Shepard's neck, observing as red sparks in her pupils will die away, and how...
Everything stopped for a moment and he opened his eyes, seeing as Shepard removed her N7 hoodie and remained in a black fitting military T-shirt and took a seat on Leng's knees faced to him.
Silly. Very silly.
"I will take from you what you took away from me today, you like it or not," she said and started to eye him from a close distance as if he was not a man but a thing. "I had a very bad day and someone will pay for this."
"Do you always go after those who kill your friends?" Leng chuckled.
"You talk too much for the "Cerberus" operative."
Soft and damp Shepard's tongue touched his skin. She dragged it along his jaw line, took a detour on a chin and rose to his lips, licking them with fast, but persevering movement.
In close up she seemed... different. It was like she emited some kind of energy, forcing to feel her power and to submit. The weaklings, of course. And also the freaks from other planets whom with she made a friendship so willingly and even fucked with. Just one this thought could force Leng to shudder with disgust, but right now everything was different. Her touchings were exciting, her body was so close to his and seemed so light and flexible, and this almost intangible scent of her hair whether her skin. In his opinion, a woman should smell like this. Just need to exclude an odour of smoke and war from her scent.
After her revival in "Lazarus" project Kai Leng began to consider Shepard an under-human. Not because of many implants she had, but rather because he always believed in only one death. He trusted the Illusive Man, he knew that Shepard was the excellent tool in "Cerberus" hands at a certain stage and, probably, even fulfilled the invested credits. But, nevertheless, he didn't consider her as the high-grade representative of human race. Now he felt on the lips a touch not of the heroine of a galaxy and not of the target whom he was going to eliminate half an hour ago. It was the most ordinary female before him who has lost a male and now was thirsting to couple with a winner. What an ironic victory of instincts over reason!
He hesitated for a few moments, glancing into her eyes, but when her tongue drew the damp line along his lips again, the feeling in his groin which was a bit forgotten for the last months solved everything for him. He slighty moved towards her and seized her underlip by his mouth and pulled to himself, biting it by teeth. Shepard moaned under her breath and when he weakened the grasp of his teeth, she clung to his lips and slid her tongue deep into his mouth. Blood savour of still bleeding gum blended with Shepard's taste, and Leng felt a heartthrob.
Her kiss was hot and exacting. She stuck greedy into him, embracing his neck with a strong grasp and pressing to herself. Her hips easily moved in time with movements of their tongues, and the operative became even hotter under his armor. For an instant Leng thought that Shepard imagines now someone another on his place, that's for sure, but it didn't matter anymore.
When her palm got where her foot fingers quite recently visited and she felt what she counted on, Leng decided that it is time to begin the game by his own rules.