The benefits of diplomatic immunity (2/?) Wrex/Garrus
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July 7 2014, 03:57:30 UTC
Grumpily opening the door, Wrex snorted in amusement. Vakarian looked like he'd been through the krogan rebellions backwards, and lost. The turian's normally impeccable C-Sec uniform was in complete disarray, with the snaps on his shirt undone so it hung open across one bony shoulder. For some reason he was only wearing one glove and no shoes.
“Vakarian?” Wrex rumbled, noticing the bottle Garrus had dangling from one hand....in fact the kid reeked of alcohol.
“Wrex!” Garrus had that slow deliberate way of speaking and moving that was the universal trademark of the very drunk.
For some reason he couldn't explain, Wrex moved aside and let the ragged turian weave his way into the room.
“Niiiiccce,” Garrus spun on the spot to take in the richly appointed suite, barely managing to avoid sprawling over a small table. Somehow Vakarian staggered across the room without tripping over his own spurs and plastered himself to one of the plexiglass windows, looking at the vertiginous view of the lower wards with hazy eyes.
Wrex watched Garrus gulp another mouthful of whatever he was drinking. The bottle wasn't designed with turian mouths in mind, and a good portion of the liquid wound up all over the whelp's shirt.
“How many you had?” Wrex watched in amusement as the turian tried to peer into the shadows of the bottle in search of any remaining alcohol.
“uunnh,” Garrus peered at his own hands and yawned before eventually holding up three fingers and announcing: 'Six!”
Every twisted fantasy Wrex had ever had about his teammate reared their heads and clamored for attention. The turian was loaded, Wrex could do anything he wanted he wanted and Vakarian couldn't do anything to stop him......probably wouldn't even remember it in the morning either. Instead he grabbed a handful of Garrus' shirt and hauled the turian bodily across the room, tumbling him roughly onto the oversized bed.
“Sleep it off, pup.” Gruffly, Wrex shoved Garrus back, making sure the turian planned on staying put. Vakarian looked drunkly baffled as to why he was being left in the bed by himself, but Wrex ignored him, as well as the protests from his own body.
“C-Sec,” the turian was fighting a losing battle with his lopsided shirt. “I ...quit C-Sec.”
Wrex watched until the turian relaxed into a loose limbed sleep, then, loathing himself for the implied sentiment, he dragged Garrus' shirt the rest of the way off and dropped a blanket over the slack form.
Settling onto a couch, Wrex resigned himself to a night of bad vidscreen entertainment, and his seemingly permanent companion: sexual frustration. The best vidscreen offering was some inane action vid called (ironically) 'C-Sec. It had been billed to the krogan population as a comedy, but about half way through Wrex realized it was supposed to be taken seriously....and promptly fell asleep.
When the battlemaster next awoke, it was due to something warm and naked slithering into his lap.
Sorry! I would have included links, except none of them have been added to the archive yet....so I cant figure out how to make them link. (I can link to the first post, but not the whole story)
until they get archived (or someone can tell me how to make a link work otherwise =P) Benefits of inclement weather can be found on page 3, while Benefits of C-Sec issued handcuffs can be found on page 5.
“Vakarian?” Wrex rumbled, noticing the bottle Garrus had dangling from one hand....in fact the kid reeked of alcohol.
“Wrex!” Garrus had that slow deliberate way of speaking and moving that was the universal trademark of the very drunk.
For some reason he couldn't explain, Wrex moved aside and let the ragged turian weave his way into the room.
“Niiiiccce,” Garrus spun on the spot to take in the richly appointed suite, barely managing to avoid sprawling over a small table. Somehow Vakarian staggered across the room without tripping over his own spurs and plastered himself to one of the plexiglass windows, looking at the vertiginous view of the lower wards with hazy eyes.
Wrex watched Garrus gulp another mouthful of whatever he was drinking. The bottle wasn't designed with turian mouths in mind, and a good portion of the liquid wound up all over the whelp's shirt.
“How many you had?” Wrex watched in amusement as the turian tried to peer into the shadows of the bottle in search of any remaining alcohol.
“uunnh,” Garrus peered at his own hands and yawned before eventually holding up three fingers and announcing: 'Six!”
Every twisted fantasy Wrex had ever had about his teammate reared their heads and clamored for attention. The turian was loaded, Wrex could do anything he wanted he wanted and Vakarian couldn't do anything to stop him......probably wouldn't even remember it in the morning either. Instead he grabbed a handful of Garrus' shirt and hauled the turian bodily across the room, tumbling him roughly onto the oversized bed.
“Sleep it off, pup.” Gruffly, Wrex shoved Garrus back, making sure the turian planned on staying put. Vakarian looked drunkly baffled as to why he was being left in the bed by himself, but Wrex ignored him, as well as the protests from his own body.
“Hey....Wrex?” Vakarian yawned again, clearly struggling to stay awake. “I quit.”
“Quit what?”
“C-Sec,” the turian was fighting a losing battle with his lopsided shirt. “I ...quit C-Sec.”
Wrex watched until the turian relaxed into a loose limbed sleep, then, loathing himself for the implied sentiment, he dragged Garrus' shirt the rest of the way off and dropped a blanket over the slack form.
Settling onto a couch, Wrex resigned himself to a night of bad vidscreen entertainment, and his seemingly permanent companion: sexual frustration. The best vidscreen offering was some inane action vid called (ironically) 'C-Sec. It had been billed to the krogan population as a comedy, but about half way through Wrex realized it was supposed to be taken seriously....and promptly fell asleep.
When the battlemaster next awoke, it was due to something warm and naked slithering into his lap.
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Oh, Author!Anon. You spoil me so.
This was rather sweet, WAFF so much. All hail the fluff! We needed after Shepard... expired...
And poor, poor sexually frustrated Wrex. Perhaps he's wayyyy over his head.
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until they get archived (or someone can tell me how to make a link work otherwise =P) Benefits of inclement weather can be found on page 3, while Benefits of C-Sec issued handcuffs can be found on page 5.
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This links will lead to absolutely all posts in both stories :D
The Benefits of inclement weather: http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/8276.html?thread=39986004#t39986004
The Benefits of C-Sec issued hand-cuffs: http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/8276.html?thread=40042324#t40042324
I think that, when you have only the link to first post, you need to click on "Thread" under it to have the entire thread the stories belong to.
I do it the other way round xD I save the last comment and then "Parent" my way up.
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