Almost Doesn't Count 1B/?
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January 17 2014, 01:38:31 UTC
Part 1B
Ieryan, who had loved him years ago and perhaps still did, had expected exclusivity; a thing Saren had no concept of at the time or now. His... infidelity was one of the factors that had ended their relationship. But Nihlus understood. Saren certainly didn’t care that the younger man had a taste for asari. They'd had a conversation recently while they’d basked in the afterglow where he had informed Saren that he was the only male lover Nihlus ever wanted. Saren took just as much pleasure in that as he did the sex itself.
Although he’d just finished putting Gavorn through his paces, all he could think about was getting Nihlus naked and under him. Saren had always had a demanding sex drive but being with Nihlus often left him ravenous, like he could never get enough. And lately it was only his fellow Spectre who left him feeling fulfilled. Just thinking about him had Saren’s groin plates widening and pure need spreading over his plates and seeping under his skin.
Sex had always just been a means to an end, a way to get the tension out of his spine and flood his brain with feel-good chemicals that got him through another day. The need was a biological one understood throughout his species. Most turians had numerous partners before settling down with a spouse. He hadn't realized Ieryan had considered them mates until the man had confronted him about it. Ieryan had given him a dual ultimatum to stop sleeping around and to take the markings he would have worn were he not a biotic. The Councilor’s requests, both unreasonable and impossible, were only the front to his real reason. Saren wasn’t good enough to be his mate, not as a barefaced biotic and not as the Spectre he became later. And while he’d loved Ieryan, there were just some things he wasn’t willing to do.
After he’d walked away from the first real relationship of his life, sex still remained a means to an end like any other biological act that had to be completed. But just because it had to be done didn’t mean it wasn’t fun.Saren had had many exciting lovers, skilled in any number of pleasures but he’d never cared for anyone like he had Ieryan.
And then, Saren had recruited Nihlus for training, had watched him grow from an intelligent but awkward young man into a confident and dangerous Spectre. Then he’d slept with him and only a couple of times later Saren began feeling the things he hadn’t felt since Ieryan. He had always been fond of the younger man but this was different. A salarian could have looked at him for a split second and known he loved his protégé, and was probably in love with him too.
Ieryan, who had loved him years ago and perhaps still did, had expected exclusivity; a thing Saren had no concept of at the time or now. His... infidelity was one of the factors that had ended their relationship. But Nihlus understood. Saren certainly didn’t care that the younger man had a taste for asari. They'd had a conversation recently while they’d basked in the afterglow where he had informed Saren that he was the only male lover Nihlus ever wanted. Saren took just as much pleasure in that as he did the sex itself.
Although he’d just finished putting Gavorn through his paces, all he could think about was getting Nihlus naked and under him. Saren had always had a demanding sex drive but being with Nihlus often left him ravenous, like he could never get enough. And lately it was only his fellow Spectre who left him feeling fulfilled. Just thinking about him had Saren’s groin plates widening and pure need spreading over his plates and seeping under his skin.
Sex had always just been a means to an end, a way to get the tension out of his spine and flood his brain with feel-good chemicals that got him through another day. The need was a biological one understood throughout his species. Most turians had numerous partners before settling down with a spouse. He hadn't realized Ieryan had considered them mates until the man had confronted him about it. Ieryan had given him a dual ultimatum to stop sleeping around and to take the markings he would have worn were he not a biotic. The Councilor’s requests, both unreasonable and impossible, were only the front to his real reason. Saren wasn’t good enough to be his mate, not as a barefaced biotic and not as the Spectre he became later. And while he’d loved Ieryan, there were just some things he wasn’t willing to do.
After he’d walked away from the first real relationship of his life, sex still remained a means to an end like any other biological act that had to be completed. But just because it had to be done didn’t mean it wasn’t fun.Saren had had many exciting lovers, skilled in any number of pleasures but he’d never cared for anyone like he had Ieryan.
And then, Saren had recruited Nihlus for training, had watched him grow from an intelligent but awkward young man into a confident and dangerous Spectre. Then he’d slept with him and only a couple of times later Saren began feeling the things he hadn’t felt since Ieryan. He had always been fond of the younger man but this was different. A salarian could have looked at him for a split second and known he loved his protégé, and was probably in love with him too.
Nihlus however…he hadn’t seemed to notice.
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