Unsuited, 7/?
anonymous
January 14 2013, 08:48:25 UTC
"How," asked Nihlus, kicking off his boots, "did you know that I wasn't already on a mission and had time to stop by your ship?" Saren growled at the mucky footwear all over his floor. "You had time to stand about grinning like an idiot. Thus, no mission."
Nihlus shrugged and grabbed an energy drink from Saren's stores, without asking, then glanced over at the tiny mess table where Alara was tucking into a giant burger nearly the size of her head. "And she is...?" "The Councilor's daughter." "Tevos's? Really? I didn't know she had children that age." said Nihlus, and popped the drink open. "No. Sparatus."
Saren growled again as fizzy green drink went spraying all over his walls.
"Sparatus?! He has a... He?! Really?" "Really. She was taken hostage by the Blue Suns, and I intended to return her hours ago. However, the Councilor is..." Saren's mandibles twitched with distaste as he threw Nihlus a cleaning cloth. "Busy. Or so he claims." "Stuck with you as a babysitter. Fascinating." The green was wiped away under Saren's scowling watch, and Nihlus tossed the cloth into the sink. "I'm afraid I really do have to stay and watch how this goes, Saren." "You will not. Get off my ship." "You invited me on not long ago. Commanded me, in fact." "That was before you decided to make a mess." "I cleaned it up. Doesn't that count for-"
"Enkindle this, criminal scum!"
Three plastic pellets hit Saren in the forehead, and bounced harmlessly off into the corners of the ship. He whipped around at Alara and snatched the little toy hanar, armed with a little toy gun, out of her hands.
Nihlus's fingers twitched as Alara went stock still in shock, then began to wail at a truly prodigious volume. He eyed Saren, who swore and handed the toy back. Nihlus's eyes narrowed as her cries immediately ceased.
He went over to the asari and crouched down in front of her. "I do not believe I've had the pleasure of your name, miss." Alara smiled at him, protectively clutching the little hanar to herself. "Alara. You're pretty, mister Nihlus." "Not nearly so pretty as you, little one." Nihlus tapped her on the nose gently. "Mister Saren and I have to talk about something privately. Could you give us some space?" Alara blushed at him, tucking her chin to her chest, and nodded. "Okay, mister Nihlus."
Saren stared incredulously after her as she toddled off to the back room. "Nihlus. How did you do that?" "Do what?"
Saren wiggled his fingers, trying to express something beyond even his considerable experience. "You... told her to do something, and she did it without being an insufferable maggot."
Nihlus gave an amused twitch of his mandibles. "Well, first of all, don't say that to her face. Second, I asked her, I didn't tell. Third, I was polite and didn't tower over her." "... You are saying I must literally lower myself to her level?" "It wouldn't hurt. It puts some kids at ease. The rest of it is just a matter of courtesy, Saren." "I see no point. She will not stay long." "Good." Nihlus grinned, mandibles splaying wide, and stepped closer until the front of his armor was brushing Saren's. "Because you and I have a great deal of catching up to do, wouldn't you say?" Saren only gave a grunt, and briefly butted his forehead against the other turian's, perhaps a bit rougher than necessary. Nihlus just grinned wider.
Apologies to all! Work and school had me rather busy this past week, so this is quite a bit later than I intended it to be. Thank you much for reading!
Oh my god A!A, I was laughing so hard I had to shut the door. I was laughing so hard I had to stop reading when Nihlus first showed up and just sit there cackling into my hands because I was simply unable to can at that point because it was just so, fucking, perfect.
Saren gritting out a kid's meal order like all he really wanted to do was pop the cashier's head off with his biotics? His utter bafflement at Nihlus' child-handling skills and grudging affection for the guy? Beautiful. Nihlus making horrible comments (it took me a few seconds on the 'out here, in front of everyone?' bit and then I had to sit there laughing and kicking my feet into the air again because oh my god Nihlus you little shit I love you) and being a total sweetheart to the kid? Perfect. Little Alara being a mix of adorable little brat protectively clutching her Blasto, making Saren crazy and telling Mister Nihlus he's pretty? dhfkjhdskfsdfhdskfhsd
I love you A!A, this is everything I could possibly have wanted and a dozen things I didn't even know I did.
Re: A!A here!
anonymous
January 14 2013, 22:34:00 UTC
No no no - thank YOU for writing!! I LOVE this :-D
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The fact that Nihlus has... other things on his mind is promising in sooooo many ways. Whether they get down to it, or it's a disaster with that little blue monster on board, both will be tremendous fun, or who knows what else kind of scenario you had in mind, I'm sure to love it given the story so far :-)
Re: Unsuited, 7/?
anonymous
January 14 2013, 17:02:37 UTC
"I said. I. Want. The Happy Krogan combo. For Big Kids. No pickles. With the toy." he hissed, every word promising death. "This does not have to go badly for you, salarian. Simply fill the order accurately, and you and I can go our separate ways."
I'm dying, a!a. This is the greatest line of dialogue ever written for that grumpy old bastard. And Nihlus is perfect, especially his "Out here? In public? In front of all these people?" Omfg, my sides hurt from laughing so hard.
Re: Unsuited, 7/?
anonymous
January 15 2013, 18:45:30 UTC
Passerby!anon agrees! Of course, there are some fast food restaurants where one HAS to resort to threats to get one's order to come out correctly. My SO would go into one place renowned for this and say, "I'd like $4.50 worth of food please." One time it was the manager on the till. Manager was not amused - especially when the staff got SO's order wrong -- twice!
Re: Unsuited, 7/?
anonymous
February 25 2013, 08:12:52 UTC
Though Saren was aware that Sparatus would call him when he was ready to take Alara back, he made it a habit to travel to the tower every day to ask if she could be returned. Sparatus's answers became more and more clipped, until finally he simply had guards stand a respectable distance from his office to bar Saren's way.
Saren twitched in annoyance. The guards presented no real threat, but he acknowledged that there would be no point in tossing them about the station except to make him feel a bit better.
Some tiny part of Saren reminded him that he did have Nihlus back at the ship, and with him a different but even more appealing method of feeling better...
Saren snorted at the two turian guards, who tensed visibly, and spun on his toes to stalk back to the docking bays. He'd lock the child in her room, grab Nihlus, drag him to Saren's own quarters, and... well, the rest of the day was free, and Saren had suffered so much as of late.
When he stepped foot inside his ship, he was greeted by the sight of Nihlus sitting in the mess with Alara on his knee. Both looked so solemn that Saren stopped and blinked at them in confusion. Alara turned to look at him.
"Mister Saren, Mister Nihlus didn't know about the monster in the toilet." she said.
Saren sagged.
"Indeed I did not, and how fortunate I am to be informed so thoroughly by such an intelligent creature as you, Miss Alara. Happily, I believe I have a solution." Nihlus grinned at Saren and set the asari on the floor.
"What do you mean, Mister Nihlus?"
"I mean that I intend to do battle with the toilet monster, so that it may never go about its foul business ever again."
Saren scoffed at the same moment Alara gave a gasp. "But how, Mister Nihlus?"
"Yes, 'Mister Nihlus', do tell." sneered Saren.
Nihlus only inclined his head with quiet dignity and waved for them to follow him to the bathroom. He paused outside the door and turned to them.
"Worry not, Miss Alara, Mister Saren. I am a Spectre, and well trained to deal with all kinds of threats, even toilet monsters. I must ask you not to open the door, in case it tries to escape."
Saren was sure his eyeballs nearly rolled out of his head. Alara was clinging to his leg, shaking with terror.
"You're so brave, Mister Nihlus!" she whispered frantically.
Nihlus gave a small bow, then ducked inside the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Immediately there was a loud crash. Alara screamed and clutched Saren's leg tighter even as water began to seep from beneath the door. Saren gave a deep growl as the commotion continued to escalate. He was not going to be responsible for cleaning up this mess.
There was a final thump against the door, which slid open to reveal Nihlus, sopping wet and, Saren noticed, affecting a limp. He was holding a sodden black thing, something that looked an awful lot like...
"Nihlus. Is that what I think it is."
Nihlus only gave Saren a wink and knelt down before Alara, who was still holding on to Saren's leg spur, panting with fear.
"No need for any further concern. The monster is defeated," he said, balling up the flopping black hand. "You may use the facilities without any further concern."
Nihlus's mandibles lowered a fraction when he noticed tears welling up in her eyes, and gave a surprised grunt when she flew to hug him, wailing.
Saren crossed his arms. "What is she doing? I thought the point of this idiocy was to stop that blasted noise."
"I believe she's coming down off the chemical high of fear and excitement. Nothing to worry about, perfectly normal." Nihlus patted the little blue head. "There now, it's alright. Monster's gone. Time for cookies and a nap, I think."
Alara gave a wet sniff and a nod, and Nihlus ignored the damp trickling into his collar as he stood, supporting her weight with both arms.
"Wait here, Saren. I need to talk to you." he said, and went off in the direction of the little back room.
Saren glared at the mess that was once his pristine bathroom. He was definitely regretting inviting Nihlus on board.
Unsuited, actually part 9/?
anonymous
February 25 2013, 08:25:29 UTC
(Sorry, the mislabeling was my mistake! Fair warning, smut ahead.)
The other turian walked up and gently nudged the back of Saren's shoulder with his nose. "There, that's taken care of. She won't bother either of us about that any longer."
"Nihlus. That hand. Is that my thermal underarmor?"
"It was. Don't worry, I'll buy you a new set before you go back to Noveria on one of your business trips, unless you really want to wear a set with only one arm."
"No, I do not. I will also not be cleaning up after you."
Nihlus's talons were gently creeping under the black cloth over Saren's fringe. "It's only sink water, but very well. You won't have to. I made that mess, I'll clean it up. For now though... you seem awfully tense, Saren."
Saren shook his head irritably as Nihlus's hand continued its advance, but froze when he felt the other's breath on his neck. "I'd like to help you with that, Saren, if you'd like..."
Nihlus grinned as talons clamped around his wrist, and he was dragged off.
He remembered the last time he'd been in here. The two of them were working together on a mission, and by then it was common practice for one of them to reach out to the other for relief. Last time it had been Saren who'd made the first move, and he'd clawed at Nihlus's clothing, rather like he was doing right then, and the memory of what followed was making the both of them breathe faster.
Pale hands roamed his now bare body, digging in sharp points when Nihlus leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
"Mmmh, yes..." he tugged his old mentor closer, pressing close against his forehead. "I missed you, Saren."
The response came in the form of a hard nip on Nihlus's neck, making him yelp and jerk in surprise. Saren gave an amused purr.
"That's what I missed. Fool."
"You're an asshole-"
"That's never stopped you before. Now," Saren smirked a bit as he sat down at his desk, "you were saying about helping me...?"
Nihlus only grinned in response and knelt between Saren's legs, curling his hand around a white-armored thigh. "I feel as though I should complain about being made to do all the work, but I did offer..."
He set about removing Saren's clothing with rather more care than he'd been divested of his own and couldn't help but give a pleased purr when the last piece slid away. He admired the contrast of his dark talons moving up the lighter legs and nuzzled gently at Saren's plates, already showing signs of parting.
"Someone's eager."
"Nihlus. Stop toying down there and get to work."
He grinned and lowered his head again, carefully pushing his tongue into the gradually widening seam, lapping at the hardening tip within.
Saren gave a low sound and gripped his chair as he emerged fully, rubbing wetly along the roughness of Nihlus's tongue until he was completely inside the other turian's mouth. Nihlus gave an amused twitch of his mandibles and pulled back slowly with a flirtatious lick at the underside of Saren's erection, then took him in again, gripping both pale thighs on either side of his face.
Saren let his head loll to one side, watching Nihlus work patiently at him, mainly with that diligent tongue. He couldn't help himself from bucking his hips in return, urging his student on with one hand on the back of Nihlus's neck, trailing his talons along the softer skin. Nihlus purred and grabbed Saren around the waist, his movements becoming faster and more erratic. His other hand trailed down his own chest until it reached his length, and he gripped himself, pumping in time with Saren's movements.
The older turian began panting and shot an arm forward, leaning over Nihlus and gripping the edge of his desk, his face only bare inches from the surface. He watched it fog up for a moment, then leaned his head back, mouth open and eyes shut, and dug his talons into the desk, using it as leverage to push harder against Nihlus. It was good. It was so good and exactly what he'd needed...
Unsuited, part 10
anonymous
February 25 2013, 08:26:12 UTC
There was a knock at the door. Saren froze, but Nihlus had apparently not noticed anything, because he was still purring, still taking Saren.
Saren's lust-addled brain had space for a teaspoon of thoughts. One, the child was likely to immediately walk in. Two, Nihlus would be hidden from view if Saren kicked him further beneath the desk. Three, a very personal part of his anatomy was currently stuck in a rather dangerous place, and while Nihlus would never bite him on purpose, an accidental nick and being unable to sit for a month was probably in the cards.
And he wasn't stopping, damn his hide.
The door chime sounded.
There was a squeak from under the desk and Saren felt Nihlus release him (thank the Spirits) with a faint wet smack. Saren immediately kicked him in the side and sat bolt upright, attempting to look totally normal.
"Mister Saren, I want a snack."
Saren growled steadily in response until he could trust his voice to be steady. "Haven't you eaten enough?!"
"I'm hungry, mister Saren."
He thumped his fist on the desk, irritated beyond belief at this interruption. "There's levo in the mess. Go get it yourself."
She seemed to accept this and turned to go, but paused at the door. "How come your clothes are all over the place?"
Saren stared straight ahead, imagining a future embarrassing conversation with Sparatus on this very topic. His response had to be believable. It had to be smart, if he wanted to make it seem totally normal that he was sitting at his desk surrounded by his clothing.
"... It's very warm in here."
He heard a quiet sound beneath the desk that could've been a palm meeting a faceplate.
"... You're weird, mister Saren," came the response, and she left.
Saren waited until the sound of her footsteps faded away, then shot backwards in his chair and dragged Nihlus out.
"You didn't lock the door?!" "I was highly distracted, Saren! Unfortunately you have that effect on me!"
Saren shoved him away and sighed heavily. He reached for his clothing when he heard the door lock, and warm hands encircle his chest.
Saren growled at the mucky footwear all over his floor. "You had time to stand about grinning like an idiot. Thus, no mission."
Nihlus shrugged and grabbed an energy drink from Saren's stores, without asking, then glanced over at the tiny mess table where Alara was tucking into a giant burger nearly the size of her head. "And she is...?"
"The Councilor's daughter."
"Tevos's? Really? I didn't know she had children that age." said Nihlus, and popped the drink open.
"No. Sparatus."
Saren growled again as fizzy green drink went spraying all over his walls.
"Sparatus?! He has a... He?! Really?"
"Really. She was taken hostage by the Blue Suns, and I intended to return her hours ago. However, the Councilor is..." Saren's mandibles twitched with distaste as he threw Nihlus a cleaning cloth. "Busy. Or so he claims."
"Stuck with you as a babysitter. Fascinating." The green was wiped away under Saren's scowling watch, and Nihlus tossed the cloth into the sink. "I'm afraid I really do have to stay and watch how this goes, Saren."
"You will not. Get off my ship."
"You invited me on not long ago. Commanded me, in fact."
"That was before you decided to make a mess."
"I cleaned it up. Doesn't that count for-"
"Enkindle this, criminal scum!"
Three plastic pellets hit Saren in the forehead, and bounced harmlessly off into the corners of the ship. He whipped around at Alara and snatched the little toy hanar, armed with a little toy gun, out of her hands.
Nihlus's fingers twitched as Alara went stock still in shock, then began to wail at a truly prodigious volume. He eyed Saren, who swore and handed the toy back. Nihlus's eyes narrowed as her cries immediately ceased.
He went over to the asari and crouched down in front of her. "I do not believe I've had the pleasure of your name, miss."
Alara smiled at him, protectively clutching the little hanar to herself. "Alara. You're pretty, mister Nihlus."
"Not nearly so pretty as you, little one." Nihlus tapped her on the nose gently. "Mister Saren and I have to talk about something privately. Could you give us some space?"
Alara blushed at him, tucking her chin to her chest, and nodded. "Okay, mister Nihlus."
Saren stared incredulously after her as she toddled off to the back room.
"Nihlus. How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
Saren wiggled his fingers, trying to express something beyond even his considerable experience. "You... told her to do something, and she did it without being an insufferable maggot."
Nihlus gave an amused twitch of his mandibles. "Well, first of all, don't say that to her face. Second, I asked her, I didn't tell. Third, I was polite and didn't tower over her."
"... You are saying I must literally lower myself to her level?"
"It wouldn't hurt. It puts some kids at ease. The rest of it is just a matter of courtesy, Saren."
"I see no point. She will not stay long."
"Good." Nihlus grinned, mandibles splaying wide, and stepped closer until the front of his armor was brushing Saren's. "Because you and I have a great deal of catching up to do, wouldn't you say?"
Saren only gave a grunt, and briefly butted his forehead against the other turian's, perhaps a bit rougher than necessary. Nihlus just grinned wider.
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Oh my god A!A, I was laughing so hard I had to shut the door. I was laughing so hard I had to stop reading when Nihlus first showed up and just sit there cackling into my hands because I was simply unable to can at that point because it was just so, fucking, perfect.
Saren gritting out a kid's meal order like all he really wanted to do was pop the cashier's head off with his biotics? His utter bafflement at Nihlus' child-handling skills and grudging affection for the guy? Beautiful. Nihlus making horrible comments (it took me a few seconds on the 'out here, in front of everyone?' bit and then I had to sit there laughing and kicking my feet into the air again because oh my god Nihlus you little shit I love you) and being a total sweetheart to the kid? Perfect. Little Alara being a mix of adorable little brat protectively clutching her Blasto, making Saren crazy and telling Mister Nihlus he's pretty? dhfkjhdskfsdfhdskfhsd
I love you A!A, this is everything I could possibly have wanted and a dozen things I didn't even know I did.
I had been coloring this to try and bribe you to come back sooner but apparently that wasn't necessary ^^ http://24.media.tumblr.com/6fb52a78ab982f9f4c925dd99ded3515/tumblr_mgm2azLGTU1rr8i2ho1_r1_1280.png
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I LOVE this :-D
Laughed out loud, startling innocent bystanders, and not gonna explain ;-)
The fact that Nihlus has... other things on his mind is promising in sooooo many ways. Whether they get down to it, or it's a disaster with that little blue monster on board, both will be tremendous fun, or who knows what else kind of scenario you had in mind, I'm sure to love it given the story so far :-)
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I'm dying, a!a. This is the greatest line of dialogue ever written for that grumpy old bastard. And Nihlus is perfect, especially his "Out here? In public? In front of all these people?" Omfg, my sides hurt from laughing so hard.
I love this so much, a!a. :)
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Awesome fill, a!a!
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*camps*
Marshmallow anyone?
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I am continuing this, worry not :) Just busy with school and trying to find the time to write more than just a couple of paragraphs to share with you.
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Saren twitched in annoyance. The guards presented no real threat, but he acknowledged that there would be no point in tossing them about the station except to make him feel a bit better.
Some tiny part of Saren reminded him that he did have Nihlus back at the ship, and with him a different but even more appealing method of feeling better...
Saren snorted at the two turian guards, who tensed visibly, and spun on his toes to stalk back to the docking bays. He'd lock the child in her room, grab Nihlus, drag him to Saren's own quarters, and... well, the rest of the day was free, and Saren had suffered so much as of late.
When he stepped foot inside his ship, he was greeted by the sight of Nihlus sitting in the mess with Alara on his knee. Both looked so solemn that Saren stopped and blinked at them in confusion. Alara turned to look at him.
"Mister Saren, Mister Nihlus didn't know about the monster in the toilet." she said.
Saren sagged.
"Indeed I did not, and how fortunate I am to be informed so thoroughly by such an intelligent creature as you, Miss Alara. Happily, I believe I have a solution." Nihlus grinned at Saren and set the asari on the floor.
"What do you mean, Mister Nihlus?"
"I mean that I intend to do battle with the toilet monster, so that it may never go about its foul business ever again."
Saren scoffed at the same moment Alara gave a gasp. "But how, Mister Nihlus?"
"Yes, 'Mister Nihlus', do tell." sneered Saren.
Nihlus only inclined his head with quiet dignity and waved for them to follow him to the bathroom. He paused outside the door and turned to them.
"Worry not, Miss Alara, Mister Saren. I am a Spectre, and well trained to deal with all kinds of threats, even toilet monsters. I must ask you not to open the door, in case it tries to escape."
Saren was sure his eyeballs nearly rolled out of his head. Alara was clinging to his leg, shaking with terror.
"You're so brave, Mister Nihlus!" she whispered frantically.
Nihlus gave a small bow, then ducked inside the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Immediately there was a loud crash. Alara screamed and clutched Saren's leg tighter even as water began to seep from beneath the door. Saren gave a deep growl as the commotion continued to escalate. He was not going to be responsible for cleaning up this mess.
There was a final thump against the door, which slid open to reveal Nihlus, sopping wet and, Saren noticed, affecting a limp. He was holding a sodden black thing, something that looked an awful lot like...
"Nihlus. Is that what I think it is."
Nihlus only gave Saren a wink and knelt down before Alara, who was still holding on to Saren's leg spur, panting with fear.
"No need for any further concern. The monster is defeated," he said, balling up the flopping black hand. "You may use the facilities without any further concern."
Nihlus's mandibles lowered a fraction when he noticed tears welling up in her eyes, and gave a surprised grunt when she flew to hug him, wailing.
Saren crossed his arms. "What is she doing? I thought the point of this idiocy was to stop that blasted noise."
"I believe she's coming down off the chemical high of fear and excitement. Nothing to worry about, perfectly normal." Nihlus patted the little blue head. "There now, it's alright. Monster's gone. Time for cookies and a nap, I think."
Alara gave a wet sniff and a nod, and Nihlus ignored the damp trickling into his collar as he stood, supporting her weight with both arms.
"Wait here, Saren. I need to talk to you." he said, and went off in the direction of the little back room.
Saren glared at the mess that was once his pristine bathroom. He was definitely regretting inviting Nihlus on board.
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The other turian walked up and gently nudged the back of Saren's shoulder with his nose. "There, that's taken care of. She won't bother either of us about that any longer."
"Nihlus. That hand. Is that my thermal underarmor?"
"It was. Don't worry, I'll buy you a new set before you go back to Noveria on one of your business trips, unless you really want to wear a set with only one arm."
"No, I do not. I will also not be cleaning up after you."
Nihlus's talons were gently creeping under the black cloth over Saren's fringe. "It's only sink water, but very well. You won't have to. I made that mess, I'll clean it up. For now though... you seem awfully tense, Saren."
Saren shook his head irritably as Nihlus's hand continued its advance, but froze when he felt the other's breath on his neck.
"I'd like to help you with that, Saren, if you'd like..."
Nihlus grinned as talons clamped around his wrist, and he was dragged off.
He remembered the last time he'd been in here. The two of them were working together on a mission, and by then it was common practice for one of them to reach out to the other for relief. Last time it had been Saren who'd made the first move, and he'd clawed at Nihlus's clothing, rather like he was doing right then, and the memory of what followed was making the both of them breathe faster.
Pale hands roamed his now bare body, digging in sharp points when Nihlus leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
"Mmmh, yes..." he tugged his old mentor closer, pressing close against his forehead. "I missed you, Saren."
The response came in the form of a hard nip on Nihlus's neck, making him yelp and jerk in surprise. Saren gave an amused purr.
"That's what I missed. Fool."
"You're an asshole-"
"That's never stopped you before. Now," Saren smirked a bit as he sat down at his desk, "you were saying about helping me...?"
Nihlus only grinned in response and knelt between Saren's legs, curling his hand around a white-armored thigh. "I feel as though I should complain about being made to do all the work, but I did offer..."
He set about removing Saren's clothing with rather more care than he'd been divested of his own and couldn't help but give a pleased purr when the last piece slid away. He admired the contrast of his dark talons moving up the lighter legs and nuzzled gently at Saren's plates, already showing signs of parting.
"Someone's eager."
"Nihlus. Stop toying down there and get to work."
He grinned and lowered his head again, carefully pushing his tongue into the gradually widening seam, lapping at the hardening tip within.
Saren gave a low sound and gripped his chair as he emerged fully, rubbing wetly along the roughness of Nihlus's tongue until he was completely inside the other turian's mouth. Nihlus gave an amused twitch of his mandibles and pulled back slowly with a flirtatious lick at the underside of Saren's erection, then took him in again, gripping both pale thighs on either side of his face.
Saren let his head loll to one side, watching Nihlus work patiently at him, mainly with that diligent tongue. He couldn't help himself from bucking his hips in return, urging his student on with one hand on the back of Nihlus's neck, trailing his talons along the softer skin. Nihlus purred and grabbed Saren around the waist, his movements becoming faster and more erratic. His other hand trailed down his own chest until it reached his length, and he gripped himself, pumping in time with Saren's movements.
The older turian began panting and shot an arm forward, leaning over Nihlus and gripping the edge of his desk, his face only bare inches from the surface. He watched it fog up for a moment, then leaned his head back, mouth open and eyes shut, and dug his talons into the desk, using it as leverage to push harder against Nihlus. It was good. It was so good and exactly what he'd needed...
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Saren's lust-addled brain had space for a teaspoon of thoughts. One, the child was likely to immediately walk in. Two, Nihlus would be hidden from view if Saren kicked him further beneath the desk. Three, a very personal part of his anatomy was currently stuck in a rather dangerous place, and while Nihlus would never bite him on purpose, an accidental nick and being unable to sit for a month was probably in the cards.
And he wasn't stopping, damn his hide.
The door chime sounded.
There was a squeak from under the desk and Saren felt Nihlus release him (thank the Spirits) with a faint wet smack. Saren immediately kicked him in the side and sat bolt upright, attempting to look totally normal.
"Mister Saren, I want a snack."
Saren growled steadily in response until he could trust his voice to be steady. "Haven't you eaten enough?!"
"I'm hungry, mister Saren."
He thumped his fist on the desk, irritated beyond belief at this interruption. "There's levo in the mess. Go get it yourself."
She seemed to accept this and turned to go, but paused at the door. "How come your clothes are all over the place?"
Saren stared straight ahead, imagining a future embarrassing conversation with Sparatus on this very topic. His response had to be believable. It had to be smart, if he wanted to make it seem totally normal that he was sitting at his desk surrounded by his clothing.
"... It's very warm in here."
He heard a quiet sound beneath the desk that could've been a palm meeting a faceplate.
"... You're weird, mister Saren," came the response, and she left.
Saren waited until the sound of her footsteps faded away, then shot backwards in his chair and dragged Nihlus out.
"You didn't lock the door?!"
"I was highly distracted, Saren! Unfortunately you have that effect on me!"
Saren shoved him away and sighed heavily. He reached for his clothing when he heard the door lock, and warm hands encircle his chest.
"There. Is that better?"
It was.
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