False Idol 7/?
anonymous
June 28 2012, 00:53:23 UTC
. Then he was moaning, the tickle turned into pleasure, the rough rasp of Shepard's stubbled upper lip and chin almost torturous against his chest. Shepard's fingers found his cock again and James was fucking himself hard into Shepard's fist, getting closer and closer until he was trembling, on the verge of coming, and then Shepard let go of him, left him fucking the air and his chest bare and cold and left him begging:
"--the fuck, why'd you stop, dios, fuck. Fuck."
And Shepard laughed, a cool, restrained laugh that made James want to fall onto his knees and beg and also want to flee as fast as he could. "Thought you didn't want this."
James knew then that this was his chance, that if he wanted out, now was the time. He could walk out, sure, and probably lose whatever respect Shepard had for him for having caved this far and then chickened out, but probably keep his own self-respect. Or he could say what Shepard wanted. He looked up, met Shepard's eyes.
"This is your ship," he said. "Doesn't matter what I want."
Shepard leaned in close, so close that James could feel the warm damp of his breath in his ear. "Good boy," he whispered, and then he leaned down and kissed James' neck, hard, sucking, claiming kisses, sure to leave bright red marks that James would have to explain away in the morning.
False Idol 8/?
anonymous
June 29 2012, 20:29:29 UTC
(I don't know how this has gotten so long. Still WIP, sorry... but at least another part? Thanks so much for the encouragement so far, hope I can keep it up.)
Shepard's praise provoked a surge of pride in James, even though he knew it was mocking. He kicked himself for it. This sure as fuck wasn't a round of drinks at the bar; a naked major spread-eagled and probably listening from inside the shower was the absolute opposite of a pair of hot asari twins. Creepy. And yet…
"Take this off." Shepard's voice hauled James out of his thoughts. He twisted a fistful of James' shirt in one hand. "Take everything off. You're a mess."
He moved off of James and James' fickle glow of pride evaporated; now there was disdain in Shepard's face, disapproval. "You're the one who did this," came and went on James' lips, swallowed down with a dry, nervous click.
Glancing down at himself, he saw he was a mess, shirt rucked up to show off his chest, his trousers sagging down around his thighs, his heavy, hard cock poking out the front flap of his briefs, wet pre-cum darkening the fronts and the waistband and shiny on his belly. He hurriedly stripped, shrugging out of the shirt, kicking his trousers free before shoving down his underpants.
When he looked back up Shepard was staring at him, predatory. The faint red glow behind his pupils was back, and he swept his gaze slowly over James, like some Krogan warlord eyeing up coveted territory. Shepard's eyes lingered over the muscled columns of James' thighs, the heavy hang of his balls and cock, drawing upwards, over James' sculpted chest, his shoulders and his thick neck, up until he looked James in the face. His smile was more of a sneer than anything else.
James felt inexplicably like prey.
"Turn around," Shepard said.
The creeping fingers of fear returned to the back of James' neck and tightened in his groin, twisting this time with need as he obeyed Shepard. He swore he could feel Shepard's eyes burning over his back, judging his triceps and delts and lats, assessing his ass and his calves.
A shaky breath escaped James, and he wondered again what the hell he was doing. He should have cut and run when he had the chance.
"Bend over," Shepard said, "And put your hands on the desk."
James balked, his stomach sinking. It hadn't really hit him until now that when Shepard said fucking him, he might mean, well, fucking him. Bending him over and pushing his cock inside him and taking him…
"Shepard, I don't know--"
"Bend over, lieutenant," Shepard barked, and James snapped-to, did as he was told. The desk was cool and smooth under his palms, and he wanted to press his burning cheek against it, but he didn't dare.
James had never felt so utterly naked. Completely exposed, ass in the air… he had to look more than a little ridiculous. What was he doing? What the hell was he doing? And what the hell was Shepard doing, just standing there, looking…?
There was the sharp grind of a zipper being pulled down. James clenched his teeth. He was suddenly, overwhelmingly nervous, more nervous than first time he'd made out with a girl back behind his uncle's place, put his shaking hand up under her skirt and felt the warm softness of her panties against his fingertips. He waited for the feel of Shepard's fingers on him, on his back, on his hips, pressing up against his ass again… but there was nothing. Nothing but the dry soft sound of skin on skin. James groaned at the image of Shepard behind him, just watching him as he stroked his cock. He started to look back, but Shepard said, sharply:
"Don't move."
Shepard's boots were too loud on the cabin floor as he moved. Fear jittering through him again, James tried to track how close Shepard was by the sound of his footsteps, but his movements were unclear, confused. Then he heard the sound of the shower door hissing open.
"Out. Now."
For a moment James was confused, and then he realized Shepard was speaking to Kaidan. James had forgotten all about him. Blushing so hard his ears were burning, James started to push back from the desk.
"I said don't move, lieutenant. Get back into position!"
False Idol 9/?
anonymous
June 29 2012, 20:30:25 UTC
James instantly obeyed, before his brain had time to process the order. He hoped the second hiss he heard was the main cabin door opening to let Kaidan out; he already had no idea how the hell he'd ever look the major in the eye again.
"Good," Shepard said. "Good. Like that."
A rough hand cupped James' left buttock. James shivered, feeling his cock growing hard again at the touch. Another hand pressed up against James' right; then spread his buttocks apart. James risked shifting his weight forward until his forehead touched the desk. He'd never felt so vulnerable.
He jerked upright as something hot and wet flicked against his asshole.
"Stay down!" Shepard growled. "I won't say it again, James."
James' cock twitched hard against his belly at Shepard's tone. He fought desperately to obey as the tongue flicked against him again, questing, tentative. He had time to think: Why so shy?, almost laughing, and then the tongue pushed against the tight ring of his ass and obliterated all his awkward thoughts. It circled once around him, eliciting a groan from him, and then stabbed again, and again, until it was working its way inside of him. James didn't have to fight to stay down anymore; he was falling forward, his legs spreading apart slightly, all his weight against the desk as Shepard thoroughly explored him.
"Madre de dios, loco, that feels… Oh, fuck it feels…"
"You like that, lieutenant? Thought you would."
James eyes flew open; the tongue was still slick against him, but Shepard was speaking. He craned his neck to see Shepard standing over him, hand on the head of the man enthusiastically licking James: Kaidan. Shepard was guiding Kaidan, urging him on with a fist in his hair, pressing him forward against James; his eyes were shining with pleasure and his cock stood hard and red and proud from the gap in his unzipped pants.
"Fuck," James moaned, and Shepard looked up, saw him looking. The next thing James knew he was being slammed face-first into the desk, Shepard's fingers pinching hard into the back of his neck. But Shepard didn't reprimand him otherwise. His words were all for Kaidan, and they were eager and vicious, hungry.
"Clean him out for me, major. Get him good and ready for me. Good and wet. That's good, major. Fuck him with your tongue. Deeper. Deeper."
James could hear Kaidan's urgent noises, feel Kaidan's groans and whimpers between his licks. He was practically panting himself. Kaidan had a fucking amazing tongue. Shepard's fingers dug harder into James' neck and James moaned, half in protest, half in encouragement.
"All right, that's enough."
Kaidan moved off of James and James bit his lip against the needy noise that slipped out of him. He didn't manage to cut it off in time, and Shepard laughed.
"He's fucking eager for it, isn't he, Kaidan? Just like you used to be." Another moan from Kaidan. James desperately wanted to look back, but Shepard had a death grip on him. "The lieutenant is a good little soldier, aren't you? So desperate to please your commander." Shepard's grip eased, fingers rubbing slow circles along James' skin. Helplessly, he sighed with pleasure. "You could learn a thing or two, Kaidan. Remember a thing or two. Remember how to be my good dog."
"I'm not--," James started, but Shepard cut him off with another pinch, before turning the abuse into a soft caress. He stroked down along James' spine to his lower back, slid his palm over the curve of James' ass. Shepard's voice dropped to a low growl.
"Don't worry, James. I can see right through you. Talking back to get my attention. Showing off your body with your tight shirts and your 'work outs' while I'm walking by. Don't worry. Now you're going to get what you've been begging for."
False Idol 10/?
anonymous
June 29 2012, 20:32:42 UTC
James moaned and curled his fingers uselessly against the desktop as Shepard's thumb brushed against his hole, through the slick of Kaidan's spit, and then pressed into James. It was an awkward, strange feeling that nonetheless made James' cock throb and his balls tighten. He curled his face against his bicep, panting hard.
"Shepard," he gasped, and he sounded desperate even to himself, lost and needy and confused.
The thumb slid out and was replaced by Shepard's fingers; more than one, for sure, but James couldn't guess how many. They felt too big, and the electric jolt as they brushed against a spot deep inside him made him rise up on his toes, jerk away.
"Shepard," he repeated, sweat dampening the back of his neck and weirdly, the backs of his knees. "I--"
Shepard's mouth brushed the back of his neck, stubble like the kiss of sandpaper on his skin, lightly stinging.
"If you say you can't," Shepard murmured, "I'll put my whole fist inside you."
Shepard's fingers twisted inside of James, slipped in and out of him more and more aggressively, until he was almost crawling on the desk, groaning for Shepard to slow down, to go faster, to go harder, to go easy on him, to--
Shepard slipped his fingers out, laughing.
"Clean them off, and get him wet again," he said; James snuck a look and saw Kaidan, still on his knees, mouthing Shepard's fingers. He seemed reluctant at first, but then his eyelids fluttered closed and he grew more enthusiastic, sucking and licking eagerly, until Shepard pulled his fingers free and grabbed Kaidan's head and steered him back towards James' ass.
Shepard caught James looking, and he smiled.
"Maybe he's right, Kaidan. What do you think? Maybe he's not ready for me just yet. Maybe I should let you fuck him, major. Start him off easy."
That old stubborn streak reared up in James. "Fuck you," he said. "I can take you on." After the words were out of his mouth, he realized too late what he'd just invited. And that it was probably right in line with Shepard's evil plan.
Shepard released Kaidan's hair and strode up to the desk, that wicked smile still twisting his mouth, and James thought he knew just how Shepard had earned a nickname like the Butcher of Torfan. He was one scary motherfucker.
"Is that what you think, lieutenant?"
James set his jaw. If he was going to go down in flames, he was going down with his head held high.
Then Shepard grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward, until he had a full view of Shepard's cock and not much else. The commander was impressive in more ways than James had ever suspected. He was, nicely put, extremely well hung. James groaned as Shepard rubbed his dick against James' lips. He was going down, all right, in a very different sense of the word. Without much other choice, he parted his lips, let Shepard push into his mouth.
"Teeth," Shepard growled. "Watch your teeth, lieutenant."
Maybe Kaidan could show him how to do that, too, James thought irritably, gagging as Shepard hit the back of his throat. He hastily wrapped a hand around the base of Shepard's cock, trying to make up for all that he couldn't swallow. He'd had a few girlfriends pull that trick on him and he never minded much. Tried to ease back, concentrate on the soft heat of Shepard's cockhead, the rich, salty taste at the tip and the slight musky smell of his skin. Let his other hand slide between Shepard's thighs, cup the cooler weight of his balls, moving back…
Shepard caught James' wrist. "I don't think so." He frowned. "I can see I'm going to have to do a lot of training with you, James."
"--the fuck, why'd you stop, dios, fuck. Fuck."
And Shepard laughed, a cool, restrained laugh that made James want to fall onto his knees and beg and also want to flee as fast as he could. "Thought you didn't want this."
James knew then that this was his chance, that if he wanted out, now was the time. He could walk out, sure, and probably lose whatever respect Shepard had for him for having caved this far and then chickened out, but probably keep his own self-respect. Or he could say what Shepard wanted. He looked up, met Shepard's eyes.
"This is your ship," he said. "Doesn't matter what I want."
Shepard leaned in close, so close that James could feel the warm damp of his breath in his ear. "Good boy," he whispered, and then he leaned down and kissed James' neck, hard, sucking, claiming kisses, sure to leave bright red marks that James would have to explain away in the morning.
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Congratulations A!A, I think this story will haunt my mind day and night until I read the rest of it. O_o
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Shepard's praise provoked a surge of pride in James, even though he knew it was mocking. He kicked himself for it. This sure as fuck wasn't a round of drinks at the bar; a naked major spread-eagled and probably listening from inside the shower was the absolute opposite of a pair of hot asari twins. Creepy. And yet…
"Take this off." Shepard's voice hauled James out of his thoughts. He twisted a fistful of James' shirt in one hand. "Take everything off. You're a mess."
He moved off of James and James' fickle glow of pride evaporated; now there was disdain in Shepard's face, disapproval. "You're the one who did this," came and went on James' lips, swallowed down with a dry, nervous click.
Glancing down at himself, he saw he was a mess, shirt rucked up to show off his chest, his trousers sagging down around his thighs, his heavy, hard cock poking out the front flap of his briefs, wet pre-cum darkening the fronts and the waistband and shiny on his belly. He hurriedly stripped, shrugging out of the shirt, kicking his trousers free before shoving down his underpants.
When he looked back up Shepard was staring at him, predatory. The faint red glow behind his pupils was back, and he swept his gaze slowly over James, like some Krogan warlord eyeing up coveted territory. Shepard's eyes lingered over the muscled columns of James' thighs, the heavy hang of his balls and cock, drawing upwards, over James' sculpted chest, his shoulders and his thick neck, up until he looked James in the face. His smile was more of a sneer than anything else.
James felt inexplicably like prey.
"Turn around," Shepard said.
The creeping fingers of fear returned to the back of James' neck and tightened in his groin, twisting this time with need as he obeyed Shepard. He swore he could feel Shepard's eyes burning over his back, judging his triceps and delts and lats, assessing his ass and his calves.
A shaky breath escaped James, and he wondered again what the hell he was doing. He should have cut and run when he had the chance.
"Bend over," Shepard said, "And put your hands on the desk."
James balked, his stomach sinking. It hadn't really hit him until now that when Shepard said fucking him, he might mean, well, fucking him. Bending him over and pushing his cock inside him and taking him…
"Shepard, I don't know--"
"Bend over, lieutenant," Shepard barked, and James snapped-to, did as he was told. The desk was cool and smooth under his palms, and he wanted to press his burning cheek against it, but he didn't dare.
James had never felt so utterly naked. Completely exposed, ass in the air… he had to look more than a little ridiculous. What was he doing? What the hell was he doing? And what the hell was Shepard doing, just standing there, looking…?
There was the sharp grind of a zipper being pulled down. James clenched his teeth. He was suddenly, overwhelmingly nervous, more nervous than first time he'd made out with a girl back behind his uncle's place, put his shaking hand up under her skirt and felt the warm softness of her panties against his fingertips. He waited for the feel of Shepard's fingers on him, on his back, on his hips, pressing up against his ass again… but there was nothing. Nothing but the dry soft sound of skin on skin. James groaned at the image of Shepard behind him, just watching him as he stroked his cock. He started to look back, but Shepard said, sharply:
"Don't move."
Shepard's boots were too loud on the cabin floor as he moved. Fear jittering through him again, James tried to track how close Shepard was by the sound of his footsteps, but his movements were unclear, confused. Then he heard the sound of the shower door hissing open.
"Out. Now."
For a moment James was confused, and then he realized Shepard was speaking to Kaidan. James had forgotten all about him. Blushing so hard his ears were burning, James started to push back from the desk.
"I said don't move, lieutenant. Get back into position!"
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"Good," Shepard said. "Good. Like that."
A rough hand cupped James' left buttock. James shivered, feeling his cock growing hard again at the touch. Another hand pressed up against James' right; then spread his buttocks apart. James risked shifting his weight forward until his forehead touched the desk. He'd never felt so vulnerable.
He jerked upright as something hot and wet flicked against his asshole.
"Stay down!" Shepard growled. "I won't say it again, James."
James' cock twitched hard against his belly at Shepard's tone. He fought desperately to obey as the tongue flicked against him again, questing, tentative. He had time to think: Why so shy?, almost laughing, and then the tongue pushed against the tight ring of his ass and obliterated all his awkward thoughts. It circled once around him, eliciting a groan from him, and then stabbed again, and again, until it was working its way inside of him. James didn't have to fight to stay down anymore; he was falling forward, his legs spreading apart slightly, all his weight against the desk as Shepard thoroughly explored him.
"Madre de dios, loco, that feels… Oh, fuck it feels…"
"You like that, lieutenant? Thought you would."
James eyes flew open; the tongue was still slick against him, but Shepard was speaking. He craned his neck to see Shepard standing over him, hand on the head of the man enthusiastically licking James: Kaidan. Shepard was guiding Kaidan, urging him on with a fist in his hair, pressing him forward against James; his eyes were shining with pleasure and his cock stood hard and red and proud from the gap in his unzipped pants.
"Fuck," James moaned, and Shepard looked up, saw him looking. The next thing James knew he was being slammed face-first into the desk, Shepard's fingers pinching hard into the back of his neck. But Shepard didn't reprimand him otherwise. His words were all for Kaidan, and they were eager and vicious, hungry.
"Clean him out for me, major. Get him good and ready for me. Good and wet. That's good, major. Fuck him with your tongue. Deeper. Deeper."
James could hear Kaidan's urgent noises, feel Kaidan's groans and whimpers between his licks. He was practically panting himself. Kaidan had a fucking amazing tongue. Shepard's fingers dug harder into James' neck and James moaned, half in protest, half in encouragement.
"All right, that's enough."
Kaidan moved off of James and James bit his lip against the needy noise that slipped out of him. He didn't manage to cut it off in time, and Shepard laughed.
"He's fucking eager for it, isn't he, Kaidan? Just like you used to be." Another moan from Kaidan. James desperately wanted to look back, but Shepard had a death grip on him. "The lieutenant is a good little soldier, aren't you? So desperate to please your commander." Shepard's grip eased, fingers rubbing slow circles along James' skin. Helplessly, he sighed with pleasure. "You could learn a thing or two, Kaidan. Remember a thing or two. Remember how to be my good dog."
"I'm not--," James started, but Shepard cut him off with another pinch, before turning the abuse into a soft caress. He stroked down along James' spine to his lower back, slid his palm over the curve of James' ass. Shepard's voice dropped to a low growl.
"Don't worry, James. I can see right through you. Talking back to get my attention. Showing off your body with your tight shirts and your 'work outs' while I'm walking by. Don't worry. Now you're going to get what you've been begging for."
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"Shepard," he gasped, and he sounded desperate even to himself, lost and needy and confused.
The thumb slid out and was replaced by Shepard's fingers; more than one, for sure, but James couldn't guess how many. They felt too big, and the electric jolt as they brushed against a spot deep inside him made him rise up on his toes, jerk away.
"Shepard," he repeated, sweat dampening the back of his neck and weirdly, the backs of his knees. "I--"
Shepard's mouth brushed the back of his neck, stubble like the kiss of sandpaper on his skin, lightly stinging.
"If you say you can't," Shepard murmured, "I'll put my whole fist inside you."
Shepard's fingers twisted inside of James, slipped in and out of him more and more aggressively, until he was almost crawling on the desk, groaning for Shepard to slow down, to go faster, to go harder, to go easy on him, to--
Shepard slipped his fingers out, laughing.
"Clean them off, and get him wet again," he said; James snuck a look and saw Kaidan, still on his knees, mouthing Shepard's fingers. He seemed reluctant at first, but then his eyelids fluttered closed and he grew more enthusiastic, sucking and licking eagerly, until Shepard pulled his fingers free and grabbed Kaidan's head and steered him back towards James' ass.
Shepard caught James looking, and he smiled.
"Maybe he's right, Kaidan. What do you think? Maybe he's not ready for me just yet. Maybe I should let you fuck him, major. Start him off easy."
That old stubborn streak reared up in James. "Fuck you," he said. "I can take you on." After the words were out of his mouth, he realized too late what he'd just invited. And that it was probably right in line with Shepard's evil plan.
Shepard released Kaidan's hair and strode up to the desk, that wicked smile still twisting his mouth, and James thought he knew just how Shepard had earned a nickname like the Butcher of Torfan. He was one scary motherfucker.
"Is that what you think, lieutenant?"
James set his jaw. If he was going to go down in flames, he was going down with his head held high.
Then Shepard grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward, until he had a full view of Shepard's cock and not much else. The commander was impressive in more ways than James had ever suspected. He was, nicely put, extremely well hung. James groaned as Shepard rubbed his dick against James' lips. He was going down, all right, in a very different sense of the word. Without much other choice, he parted his lips, let Shepard push into his mouth.
"Teeth," Shepard growled. "Watch your teeth, lieutenant."
Maybe Kaidan could show him how to do that, too, James thought irritably, gagging as Shepard hit the back of his throat. He hastily wrapped a hand around the base of Shepard's cock, trying to make up for all that he couldn't swallow. He'd had a few girlfriends pull that trick on him and he never minded much. Tried to ease back, concentrate on the soft heat of Shepard's cockhead, the rich, salty taste at the tip and the slight musky smell of his skin. Let his other hand slide between Shepard's thighs, cup the cooler weight of his balls, moving back…
Shepard caught James' wrist. "I don't think so." He frowned. "I can see I'm going to have to do a lot of training with you, James."
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That was some seriously sexy stuff. *fan self*
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This story is so well written too! May I ask if A!A has written anything else? I need to read it if you have!
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