Lose This Channel (3/5)
anonymous
June 19 2011, 11:09:13 UTC
Shepard hit him with a biotic charge, a blitz of speed that the turian nearly got away from, but not quite. Shepard grabbed Vakarian from behind only to find himself on the receiving end of a jaw-cracking elbow strike following by the knee to the gut and two fists slamming down on the back of his neck. Vakarian was, obviously, former spec-ops because he fought through Shepard’s biotics like he knew something about them. Didn’t help him. Biotics against an unarmed opponent always ended the same way and against a man like Shepard it ended when the human hammered Vakarian with a shockwave, tackled him, grabbed his head, and threw it against the floor so hard the turian didn’t get back up.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you turians. All this bullshit about knowing your place and you can’t take a fucking order.” Shepard talked while he rolled Vakarian onto his stomach, wiping a smear of blue blood off his knuckles. He reached into a pocket in his cargos and produced something, knelt down over the unmoving turian on the floor. “I mean honestly, if half the turians I knew would just fucking listen to me, think of how many of them would still be alive. Nihlus, for example, or Saren. If you’d ever listened to me you wouldn’t have ended up like you did and now…”
The man got up and looked, unmistakably, over his shoulder at the video feed where he knew Valern was watching. Millions of miles away watching this atrocity committed in his name, said councilor felt an unfathomable surge pass through his gut. The human smirked and moved off camera, leaving nothing on the feed but Vakarian lying unconscious at the foot of the wall. Valern could see what Shepard had had in his pocket now - handcuffs; he’d shackled the former C-Sec detective to the foot of a floor-bolted bench.
For about a minute and a half nothing happened. Valern, standing now at his desk, unable to look away, eventually heard Vakarian groan, watched his shoulders shift and his head lift from the floor. He shook his head, tugged at the shackles, froze when he felt the pull of them on his wrists then began to breathe very fast and yank at the cuffs, swearing softly and frantically. He got up, crouched against the wall, and pulled at the chain. He struggled for about ten seconds before something off camera distracted him. He froze.
“Commander…” His gaze was locked on something over his shoulder. There was shaky pitch of fear lacing his words, like nitrate, the barest suggestion of awe in his sub-vocals. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want you clawing at me,” said Shepard somewhere to the left of the camera. “Didn’t think it was your kind of kink, Vakarian, but whatever gets you off, I guess.”
When the young gunnery officer didn’t say anything - he just crouched there, breathing shallow - Shepard took it as cue because he walked back onto camera and grabbed Vakarian’s knee, snatching his ankle when he tried to kick back. Valern looked away when the gunnery officer started struggling, swearing, Shepard pulled the turian’s belt open, tugged his fatigues down his thighs to his knees. Vakarian is gripping the bench he’s cuffed to so hard his talons are making high metal scraping sounds.
“You’re messed up, Vakarian.”
Shepard was unfastening his own pants, not paying any attention to the turian’s panicked sub-vocals.
“We need to agree on a safeword eventually, because you’re too convincing with this… whatever you’re doing.”
Valern couldn’t stop the fucking travesty happening on screen. He could not begin to try to understand why Shepard decided to do this in front of him to say nothing of the clearly warped relationship between Vakarian and the Commander, but the message was obvious enough: he was fucking his turian crewmate some kind of message to the Councilor watching. I mean honestly, if half the turians I knew would just fucking listen to me, think of all how many of them would still be alive.
Lose This Channel (4/5)
anonymous
June 19 2011, 11:12:26 UTC
Shepard shoved Vakarian down against the floor, ignored the way he kept thrashing, yelling into the floor between his arms. Valern didn’t look away, couldn’t, not even when the human used his right boot against the back of Vakarian’s knee to shove his legs apart. Not even when one hand ran clearly up the back of the turian’s bare thigh to his ass and a second later Vakarian bucked forward and screamed. Valern flinched, his own talons biting into the tabletop, realized he was grinding his teeth, that he was growling, that he’d decided in the last three minutes that he hated John Shepard.
“C’mon, Garrus. Just fucking give it up already.” Shepard was gripping Vakarian by the hips with two hands now. Valern could hear the turian panting and groaning, shock and arousal in the underpinnings of his voice. “You know it feels good. C’mon, just admit it.” Shepard reached up and yanked Vakarian’s head back by the fringe. He leaned up, voice just barely audible. “You always fucking complain but you want me to do it in the end, always, so just stop moving and let me fuck you.”
Fucking spirits, what the fuck -?
Vakarian was moaning now, arching and jerking to the rhythm of every thrust as Shepard rocked against him, shoved into him. The human probably couldn’t hear or appreciate it, but the noises Vakarian was making outside his translator - the inaudible sub-pitches audible only to other turians - were openly wanton groans of pleasure. His overtone was defiant, snarling, but beneath that he was obviously enjoying himself. Fucking hell. Suddenly, the nature of this candid encounter was rearranging itself in a far less horrifying configuration - Valern was not watching Shepard rape one of his own species, he was just watching the man completely sexually dominate him.
Shepard shoved Vakarian’s head down, stroked deep into the turian beneath him, worked a shaky, half-fucked out moan from his mouth. Vakarian’s grip on the bench was to keep himself braced as he rocked back against Shepard, deepening every thrust, arching into the friction of the human’s quickening pace. Shepard kept saying things while he did this to his crewman, about how good it felt to fuck him, how hot he was, how tight, how much he liked making Vakarian take every fucking goddamn inch of his cock.
All this did was make the turian moan louder, his knees slide farther apart on the cold metal floor, the pitch of his pleasure to ramp up and up until he was making obscene sounds for the human. Shepard was now clearly reaching around between the turian’s open thighs, meaning Vakarian had already retracted the laminal plating over his sex. He was shaking, flexing and shuddering, practically begging for the next thrust as Shepard worked his dick in his hand, writhing and bucking, a slurry of pornographic sounds running fluent from his mouth.
“What do you want? Like that?”
Garrus’ breath hitched up in his throat. “Fuck, Shepard -!” He jerked, grabbed the chains of the cuffs and swallowed a scream. “Oh, fuck, fuck… please…”
Vakarian came first, loudly, arching and writhing against the Commander who laughed and shoved him down, pinning his head against the floor while he finished up in five long, hard thrusts, each of which dragged a ragged animal sound out of Vakarian. He clawed the wall the man fucked through the aftershocks and left him gasping. Shepard, after his own climax ran through him, just leaned down against the turian’s neck and said something inaudible to the camera’s audio feed. His hand tracked up Vakarian’s flank as he spoke, fingers digging in against his ribs until Vakarian turned his face up and left the Commander bump his forehead to his.
Then it was over.
The two men parted. Shepard stood up and straightened his cargos, stepping forward to uncuff Vakarian from the wall. The turian rubbed his wrists and rolled onto his back, tugging his fatigues back on and fastening his belt like nothing of interest had just happened. Shepard was swearing quietly and rubbing his inner thighs, hissing.
Lose This Channel (5/5)
anonymous
June 19 2011, 11:14:17 UTC
“Jesus Christ, Vakarian, fucking you is more trouble than it’s goddamn worth.”
“Then stop fucking me,” said the turian irritably. Shepard caught his wrist and pulled him to his feet. “I’m leaving. Don’t bother me tomorrow I have things I need to take care of.”
“Fine, but we’re heading back to Illium the day after. You’re coming with.”
“Understood.” Vakarian was already keying the code into the door to lift the lock. When it opened he said, suddenly, “Omega.”
Shepard looked up. “What?”
“Safeword.” He walked out, door closing behind him.
Shepard sighed, shaking his head before walking back over the vid-link. He sat down in front of the camera. “Hey, Councilor. Like I said, you don’t owe me a thing for that.” It was still one-way so Valern didn’t say a thing, just sat there trying to process how much of a fucking psycho the Spectre actually was. How was it that they managed to hand-select so many fucking wackjobs and give him Spectre-status? “Just remember, you assholes need me to do what I do for you so. You might fucking bitch about it now, but I promise you you’ll eat your words, Councilor and I’ll see you fucking beg me to help you. Don’t worry, I will help you, but you’ll have to get on your knees for it first. Fair warning.”
Valern could not, ever, explain the knot of dread that pulled tight in his gut when Shepard smiled.
“Night, Councilor.”
The vid-link terminated and the screen filled instead with a gray snow of static and the sound of nothing at all.
Re: Lose This Channel (5/5)
anonymous
June 19 2011, 16:37:51 UTC
holy mary mother of fuck....
that was all sorts of disturbing and hot and disturbingly hot.
And I cannot seem to make up my mind here whether that whole Shepard/Garrus thing here is to be considered con, dub-con or anything else, those two play on so many levels that I cannot seem to figure it out. My brain shortened out somewhere along the way.
>Don’t worry, I will help you, but you’ll have to get on your knees for it first. Fair warning.
Am I a very bad person if I admit that this part screams for a sequel and I want to read it? Special hell, here I come.
Re: Lose This Channel (5/5)
anonymous
June 19 2011, 17:27:24 UTC
OP here, this was brilliant, thank you!
I love on how many different levels their relationship (and the question of consent) is happening. And somehow, you work it all into these really hot sex scenes, heh.
Also, your version of Shepard is just renegade enough to make his interaction with Valern seem very much in character. I loved it.
Re: Lose This Channel (5/5)
anonymous
June 19 2011, 19:51:21 UTC
His hand tracked up Vakarian’s flank as he spoke, fingers digging in against his ribs until Vakarian turned his face up and left the Commander bump his forehead to his.
I love you for this whole damn brilliant (and dark and deep and wonderful) thing, but for that line especially. Loved it, Author!Anon. You own the Internet today.
Love this fic! Would AuthurAnon mind explaning a sentence? Pretty please?
anonymous
June 20 2011, 14:11:08 UTC
"At the sight of drawn blood he made a self-satisfied purr/growl sound that meant too many things in turian to be 100% appropriate for a combat situation. "
thanks and sure thing
anonymous
June 20 2011, 14:44:53 UTC
I'm going off a recently popular turian language assumption that there are emotional infections in the turian voice that humans aren't familiar with - the wierd echo-affect. In this case, Valarn is commenting on the fact that Garrus isn't using a tone that's purely aggresive but could, in another context, possibly be a come-on. ;)
Re: Lose This Channel (5/5)
anonymous
June 20 2011, 15:01:34 UTC
Since the author apparently doesn't mind questions... what's your take on the question of consent here?
Because this has been bothering me...not in a bad way, just in the way that my mind tends to get stuck on a puzzle I cannot figure out. If that makes any sense at all.
(I'm honestly curious, no offense intended whatsoever...I commented on this before and was the first one to scream for a sequel, so there should be no doubt that I loved that fill of yours.. :) )
It's certainly a tricky question. This particular fill was written as a requested sequel to a fill I'd written previously where, secretly, Garrus has always been okay with the idea of his Commander dominating him sexually. He never says so, but John picks up on it and in a sparring match suddenly makes a move on him leading to a seemingly dub-con sexual encounter. ("...what happened in the gym.")
In this fic basically it's become a habit that Garrus resists and if John can subdue him then they can fuck. It's never explicitly stated between them because part of Garrus' kink is that he has to fight back and John is enough of a bastard renegade to get off on that. It's dub-con in appearance, but the fact of the matter is Shepard knows Garrus well enough to tell when he actually wants it.
Re: author-anon
anonymous
June 20 2011, 21:42:42 UTC
Third, random anon here... I totally got all of that out of your fic, by the way. It was all there in the subtext, and made even more evident when you explicitly stated: Suddenly, the nature of this candid encounter was rearranging itself in a far less horrifying configuration - Valern was not watching Shepard rape one of his own species, he was just watching the man completely sexually dominate him.
This was a really engaging piece and I loved it, and I think you did a very good job of portraying Garrus and John's relationship without completely spelling it out for the reader. Well done!
“Jesus fucking Christ, you turians. All this bullshit about knowing your place and you can’t take a fucking order.” Shepard talked while he rolled Vakarian onto his stomach, wiping a smear of blue blood off his knuckles. He reached into a pocket in his cargos and produced something, knelt down over the unmoving turian on the floor. “I mean honestly, if half the turians I knew would just fucking listen to me, think of how many of them would still be alive. Nihlus, for example, or Saren. If you’d ever listened to me you wouldn’t have ended up like you did and now…”
The man got up and looked, unmistakably, over his shoulder at the video feed where he knew Valern was watching. Millions of miles away watching this atrocity committed in his name, said councilor felt an unfathomable surge pass through his gut. The human smirked and moved off camera, leaving nothing on the feed but Vakarian lying unconscious at the foot of the wall. Valern could see what Shepard had had in his pocket now - handcuffs; he’d shackled the former C-Sec detective to the foot of a floor-bolted bench.
For about a minute and a half nothing happened. Valern, standing now at his desk, unable to look away, eventually heard Vakarian groan, watched his shoulders shift and his head lift from the floor. He shook his head, tugged at the shackles, froze when he felt the pull of them on his wrists then began to breathe very fast and yank at the cuffs, swearing softly and frantically. He got up, crouched against the wall, and pulled at the chain. He struggled for about ten seconds before something off camera distracted him. He froze.
“Commander…” His gaze was locked on something over his shoulder. There was shaky pitch of fear lacing his words, like nitrate, the barest suggestion of awe in his sub-vocals. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want you clawing at me,” said Shepard somewhere to the left of the camera. “Didn’t think it was your kind of kink, Vakarian, but whatever gets you off, I guess.”
When the young gunnery officer didn’t say anything - he just crouched there, breathing shallow - Shepard took it as cue because he walked back onto camera and grabbed Vakarian’s knee, snatching his ankle when he tried to kick back. Valern looked away when the gunnery officer started struggling, swearing, Shepard pulled the turian’s belt open, tugged his fatigues down his thighs to his knees. Vakarian is gripping the bench he’s cuffed to so hard his talons are making high metal scraping sounds.
“You’re messed up, Vakarian.”
Shepard was unfastening his own pants, not paying any attention to the turian’s panicked sub-vocals.
“We need to agree on a safeword eventually, because you’re too convincing with this… whatever you’re doing.”
Valern couldn’t stop the fucking travesty happening on screen. He could not begin to try to understand why Shepard decided to do this in front of him to say nothing of the clearly warped relationship between Vakarian and the Commander, but the message was obvious enough: he was fucking his turian crewmate some kind of message to the Councilor watching. I mean honestly, if half the turians I knew would just fucking listen to me, think of all how many of them would still be alive.
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“C’mon, Garrus. Just fucking give it up already.” Shepard was gripping Vakarian by the hips with two hands now. Valern could hear the turian panting and groaning, shock and arousal in the underpinnings of his voice. “You know it feels good. C’mon, just admit it.” Shepard reached up and yanked Vakarian’s head back by the fringe. He leaned up, voice just barely audible. “You always fucking complain but you want me to do it in the end, always, so just stop moving and let me fuck you.”
Fucking spirits, what the fuck -?
Vakarian was moaning now, arching and jerking to the rhythm of every thrust as Shepard rocked against him, shoved into him. The human probably couldn’t hear or appreciate it, but the noises Vakarian was making outside his translator - the inaudible sub-pitches audible only to other turians - were openly wanton groans of pleasure. His overtone was defiant, snarling, but beneath that he was obviously enjoying himself. Fucking hell. Suddenly, the nature of this candid encounter was rearranging itself in a far less horrifying configuration - Valern was not watching Shepard rape one of his own species, he was just watching the man completely sexually dominate him.
Shepard shoved Vakarian’s head down, stroked deep into the turian beneath him, worked a shaky, half-fucked out moan from his mouth. Vakarian’s grip on the bench was to keep himself braced as he rocked back against Shepard, deepening every thrust, arching into the friction of the human’s quickening pace. Shepard kept saying things while he did this to his crewman, about how good it felt to fuck him, how hot he was, how tight, how much he liked making Vakarian take every fucking goddamn inch of his cock.
All this did was make the turian moan louder, his knees slide farther apart on the cold metal floor, the pitch of his pleasure to ramp up and up until he was making obscene sounds for the human. Shepard was now clearly reaching around between the turian’s open thighs, meaning Vakarian had already retracted the laminal plating over his sex. He was shaking, flexing and shuddering, practically begging for the next thrust as Shepard worked his dick in his hand, writhing and bucking, a slurry of pornographic sounds running fluent from his mouth.
“What do you want? Like that?”
Garrus’ breath hitched up in his throat. “Fuck, Shepard -!” He jerked, grabbed the chains of the cuffs and swallowed a scream. “Oh, fuck, fuck… please…”
Vakarian came first, loudly, arching and writhing against the Commander who laughed and shoved him down, pinning his head against the floor while he finished up in five long, hard thrusts, each of which dragged a ragged animal sound out of Vakarian. He clawed the wall the man fucked through the aftershocks and left him gasping. Shepard, after his own climax ran through him, just leaned down against the turian’s neck and said something inaudible to the camera’s audio feed. His hand tracked up Vakarian’s flank as he spoke, fingers digging in against his ribs until Vakarian turned his face up and left the Commander bump his forehead to his.
Then it was over.
The two men parted. Shepard stood up and straightened his cargos, stepping forward to uncuff Vakarian from the wall. The turian rubbed his wrists and rolled onto his back, tugging his fatigues back on and fastening his belt like nothing of interest had just happened. Shepard was swearing quietly and rubbing his inner thighs, hissing.
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“Then stop fucking me,” said the turian irritably. Shepard caught his wrist and pulled him to his feet. “I’m leaving. Don’t bother me tomorrow I have things I need to take care of.”
“Fine, but we’re heading back to Illium the day after. You’re coming with.”
“Understood.” Vakarian was already keying the code into the door to lift the lock. When it opened he said, suddenly, “Omega.”
Shepard looked up. “What?”
“Safeword.” He walked out, door closing behind him.
Shepard sighed, shaking his head before walking back over the vid-link. He sat down in front of the camera. “Hey, Councilor. Like I said, you don’t owe me a thing for that.” It was still one-way so Valern didn’t say a thing, just sat there trying to process how much of a fucking psycho the Spectre actually was. How was it that they managed to hand-select so many fucking wackjobs and give him Spectre-status? “Just remember, you assholes need me to do what I do for you so. You might fucking bitch about it now, but I promise you you’ll eat your words, Councilor and I’ll see you fucking beg me to help you. Don’t worry, I will help you, but you’ll have to get on your knees for it first. Fair warning.”
Valern could not, ever, explain the knot of dread that pulled tight in his gut when Shepard smiled.
“Night, Councilor.”
The vid-link terminated and the screen filled instead with a gray snow of static and the sound of nothing at all.
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that was all sorts of disturbing and hot and disturbingly hot.
And I cannot seem to make up my mind here whether that whole Shepard/Garrus thing here is to be considered con, dub-con or anything else, those two play on so many levels that I cannot seem to figure it out. My brain shortened out somewhere along the way.
>Don’t worry, I will help you, but you’ll have to get on your knees for it first. Fair warning.
Am I a very bad person if I admit that this part screams for a sequel and I want to read it?
Special hell, here I come.
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I love on how many different levels their relationship (and the question of consent) is happening. And somehow, you work it all into these really hot sex scenes, heh.
Also, your version of Shepard is just renegade enough to make his interaction with Valern seem very much in character. I loved it.
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I love you for this whole damn brilliant (and dark and deep and wonderful) thing, but for that line especially. Loved it, Author!Anon. You own the Internet today.
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except it was so damned captivating that i couldn't stop. and so brilliant that to do so would have been sacrilegious. damn.
i really dont have words for this and for how much i love it.... sexy and fucking hot and brilliant and omfg i love it.
agreed with the anon who requested a sequel.
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What things exactly? :P
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what's your take on the question of consent here?
Because this has been bothering me...not in a bad way, just in the way that my mind tends to get stuck on a puzzle I cannot figure out. If that makes any sense at all.
(I'm honestly curious, no offense intended whatsoever...I commented on this before and was the first one to scream for a sequel, so there should be no doubt that I loved that fill of yours.. :) )
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In this fic basically it's become a habit that Garrus resists and if John can subdue him then they can fuck. It's never explicitly stated between them because part of Garrus' kink is that he has to fight back and John is enough of a bastard renegade to get off on that. It's dub-con in appearance, but the fact of the matter is Shepard knows Garrus well enough to tell when he actually wants it.
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That was how I read it, too. Still, good to have confirmation, so now my mind can switch to other things again :)
I love multi-layered fics like these...
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This was a really engaging piece and I loved it, and I think you did a very good job of portraying Garrus and John's relationship without completely spelling it out for the reader. Well done!
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