The benefits of extended family (1/?) Wrex/Garrus/Sidonis/Bakara
anonymous
August 12 2014, 18:07:26 UTC
Yes, more shameless, multi-species smut. =P The last of the 'Benefits' stories (for now)....but it should go out with a...bang.(sorry, couldn't resist!)
“So, am I supposed to call you 'Spectre Vakarian' now?” Wrex rested his crest against Garrus' forehead and glared daggers at the fidgeting figure behind him. “Or would you just prefer 'Idiot Vakarian, master of bad judgment'?”
“'Spectre Vakarian' will be fine.” Garrus chose to ignore the second half of Wrex's question. “Though you could bow a little when you said it.”
“Hah! Keep dreaming, Garrus!”
Watching Vakarian pacing beside him, Wrex had to admit the pup looked good.....good enough that Wrex figured it'd be worth the lecture he was going to get from Bakara for taking an early shuttle. Apparently being given a gun (and a fairly free rein as to what or who he used it on) suited the turian. It was unfortunate that the appointment had clearly fried what was left of Garrus' warped turian brain, because in the annals of 'stupid shit Vakarian has done', having Lantar Sidonis as a 'roommate' ranked about right at the top.
“Still can't believe Shepard gave you his apartment.” Wrex looked around the reconstructed citadel with interest. The scars of the war were still there, but repairs had progressed far enough that the wards were bustling with activity again.
“I think he figured it was probably safer to settle somewhere without coffee pots that exploded.” Garrus grinned over his shoulder at the turian trailing behind them, “and I don't think he could ever use that hot-tub again.”
“Can you blame him?” Sidonis was clearly a bit worried about Wrex's infamous temper, and kept giving the krogan half nervous glances. “You clawed it up enough that anyone with imagination would get lose plates just looking at the place.”
“Humans don't have plates.” Wrex growled, knowing he was being petty and not really caring. Garrus alternated his time between assignments, tuchanka, and the Citadel, and Wrex knew it made sense to share a place as large as Shepard's former apartment.......he just figured Vakarian could have found a more trustworthy roommate. A yahg perhaps, or a pack of rabid, starving vorcha. But then, it was pretty obvious that Garrus wasn't thinking with the brain in his skull about this decision.....
“Wrex!” Garrus reprimanded, although the set of his mandibles hinted that he was probably amused. “Maybe I should just drop you both off at the armax arena, let you fight it out in the ring. At least I might make some money off that.”
“That would be over quickly.” Wrex grinned nastily at Sidonis, enjoying the flinch his scarred visage got. “Shepard isn't here to block my shot.”
Shepard's apartment, well....former apartment, had lost a great deal of its polish. The high end artworks had been replaced with various vid posters, Wrex wondered if Kasumi had absconded with the previous décor. The once pristine tables seemed to be covered in an assortment of weapons mods, unwashed dishes and magazines of dubious content.
Garrus heaved his gear bag into a corner with a crash that made Sidonis jump, and tugged at the collar of his armor. “Nine days on that damned volus freighter, I need a shower before C-Sec throws me in a decontamination chamber.”
“What, and ruin the symmetry?” Sidonis flopped onto the couch with an ease that frustrated Wrex, “ for once your body is as filthy as your mind.”
Not to be outdone, Wrex dropped his weight onto the couch with a force that rattled the light fixtures.
“This is novel.” Garrus rolled his eyes at both of them, “not often I get to be the mature one in the room.”
As soon as the upstairs bathroom door clicked shut, Sidonis tried for a casual surreptitious exit, but was thwarted when Wrex snagged the back of his shirt.
“Sit.” Wrex snarled, kindly assisting Sidonis with that particular action. “There's something you and I need to discuss.”
The benefits of extended family (2/?) Wrex/Garrus/Sidonis/Bakara
anonymous
August 12 2014, 23:06:56 UTC
“Look....Wrex,” Sidonis' vocal pitches were all over the place, sub-tonals broadcasting nervous tension as obviously as if he'd been waving a neon sign. “I get that you don't want me here....you and Garrus have, well something. You're family, and I wont interfere, I won't even touch....I just, oh and now you look like you want me dead. Spirits....could you just say something?”
“Stop talking.” Wrex watched in satisfaction as Sidonis' mouth plates closed with an audible snap. “I honestly couldn't care less who Garrus spreads his plates for. Heh, if I held a grudge over that I'd probably have to murder half the galaxy.”
“Then what....”
“What I have a problem with is that the last time he let his guard down around you, he wound up with half his face shot off.” To Sidonis' credit, Wrex suspected his stricken expression was genuine.....not that it made any real difference. “So I don't care if Garrus wants to bend over for you, in fact I just might like to watch, I just want to make one thing very clear.” Wrex got his face as close to Sidonis as he could, close enough to watch the turian's purple marked mandibles shiver. “Pull anything like that again and there will be nowhere in the galaxy you can hide. I will track you down, and when I do it wont be the mercy of a sniper round through your skull. You'll see it coming, you'll feel every second....and when I'm finished, there won't be enough of you left to fill an omni-gel can. We clear?”
“Very...” Sidonis couldn't meet Wrex's eyes. “Very clear.....very descriptive as well. Thank you for that mental image.”
“You're welcome.” Wrex patted Sidonis on the head hard enough to make his eyes glaze, and stomped off in search of Garrus.
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Garrus had obviously just stepped out of the shower when Wrex barged in, he was still soaking wet and shiny with a towel draped haphazardly over his head. Wrex reached out to adjust the towel slightly, and nodded in approval. “Saren Arterius, we meet again.”
For a second, Wrex thought maybe that just wasn't as funny as it seemed to him......turians were a touchy lot about the rogue spectre. But the flash of amusement in Vakarian's eyes was genuine, although Wrex only had a second to appreciate it before the wet towel slapped him hard across the face. Blinded, Wrex reeled backwards, bellowing with surprise as he felt his feet skid on the wet tile. The battlemaster hit the floor with an undignified crash that dislodged a towel rack, pulverized several tiles, and probably rattled windows half-way across the wards.
Adding insult to injury, Wrex could hear Garrus deep, flanging laugh as he clawed the sodden towel out of his eyes. “You're dead, Vakarian!”
By the time Wrex charged into the bedroom, (feeling a bit like Bakara was about to appear and reprimand him for running in the house), Garrus was halfway to the outer door. Grabbing the first thing at hand, which happened to be a cushion off the bed, Wrex flung it with biotic fueled accuracy. Somehow Vakarian must have sensed the incoming missile, because he managed to twist out of the way, and the cushion missed his pointy head by millimeters.
Krogans weren't as enamored with the pointless household fripperies as many of the other races seemed to be. In a krogan house, a cushion would be a utilitarian affair, solid, hide covered and immune to any damage short of a targeted missile strike. Humans apparently favored decorations as fragile and delicate as they were, because as it impacted the door, the cushion exploded like a gut-shot volus and spewed a geyser of white drifting stuffing.
The benefits of extended family (2.5/?) Wrex/Garrus/Sidonis/Bakara
anonymous
August 12 2014, 23:09:12 UTC
“Nice shot!” Garrus congratulated, laughing when he prodded the sagging remnants of the cushion and it vented another burst of filler. “It's starting to look like noveria in here.”
“You started it.” Wrex chuckled as Garrus huffed at the drifting flakes. “Now, come here.” Ignoring the turian's yelp of protest, Wrex grabbed him and tossed him over his shoulder.
Garrus wasn't a big fan of being carried like that, (as was evidenced by a knee to the chest that made Wrex wheeze.) but it gave the battlemaster a good excuse to run his hands up the back of Vakarian's sleek thighs and over the spare curve of his ass. It was with some regret that Wrex unceremoniously dumped Garrus onto the bed, it had been far to long since he'd had an armful of wet, naked turian.
Wrex had just levered Garrus' legs up onto his shoulders, and was getting his plates nice and loose with each stroke of his broad tongue, when the bedroom door exploded inwards.
“What.The.Fuck!!?” The movement stirred up the cushion filler into a veritable blizzard, and Lantar Sidonis stared blankly at the disaster, still brandishing a kitchen knife in one hand.
“Do you mind?” Wrex growled, irritated by the interuption. The taste of Garrus was heavy sweet on his tongue, and the last thing Wrex wanted was this twitchy idiot peering around the room like he expected to find a phalanx of batarian raiders under the bed.
The filler was starting to settle again, and Sidonis peered around with something close to awe on his face. “It sounded like someone was being murdered up here!”
“So you grabbed a knife?” Garrus sounded incredulous. “There are a minimum of sixteen guns in this place, seven of which are technically illegal in Citadel space......and you, you grab a knife?”
“I was using it!” Sidonis licked the blade absently. “Hnnn, hotsauce.”
Re: The benefits of extended family (3/?) Wrex/Garrus/Sidonis/Bakara
anonymous
August 19 2014, 18:26:32 UTC
Sorry for the wait!!
In the end, the interruption was probably a good thing.....chances were, the little pieces of floating foam would have wound up stuck in some very inconvenient places. As it was, Garrus sauntered out with a complete lack of clothing or shame, leaving Wrex to grumble and follow with as much dignity as was possible, considering that his armor felt several sizes too small.
By the time Wrex made it downstairs, having shed pertinent parts of his hardsuit, Sidonis had slunk off into self-imposed exile, and Garrus was sprawled out on the couch like some kind of fornax pinup. The damn turian was deliberately giving Wrex a show, one clawed foot was propped up on the couch, as he trailed his talons across his stomach. Wrex could see the shine of sexual fluid on Garrus' talon tips, the natural lubrication coating the edges of his half parted plates and trickling down one thigh.
“I'm glad your new rank hasn't taught you much about restraint.” Wrex could hardly restrain a low growl of lust, it had been months since the council had sent their new spectre off on assignment.
“I think the humans have a saying about absolute power corrupting absolutely...”
“You were already corrupt!” Wrex was all too willing to let Garrus tug him down onto the couch, and then his lap was full of turian, rubbing against him, slick and eager.
When Wrex grabbed at Garrus' hips, sliding their cocks together in a slow grind of friction, the turian dug talons into his shoulders and snarled 'harder!' in a desperate plea against his throat.
“A little overeager, are we?” Garrus was usually playful, happy enough to let Wrex take the lead; the battlemaster had rarely seen him this amped up over what amounted to about sixty seconds of contact.
“They sent me to the vol protectorate!” Garrus licked at Wrex's throat in hopeful entreaty, anything to make the krogan move faster, harder....anything. “Eleven weeks with just volus....no privacy, just lots and lots of pretentious, puffed up, suit-wearing, nerve-stim worshiping volus!”
Wrex tried not to laugh. He suspected the council was well aware that sending Garrus on assignment with a more sexually compatible race would have invariably resulted in some manner of 'diplomatic incident'. Still, an assignment like that must have been nothing short of torture to the tactile turian.
The considerate, kind thing to do would be to get Garrus off quickly....take the edge off, then use the turian's stamina to draw the second round out a while. Problem was, nobody had ever accused Wrex of an overabundance of kindness or consideration. There had been a concept stuck in his mind for over a year, since that memorable night at Shepard's party.....and this seemed a perfect time to exploit it.
Pulling Garrus close, Wrex stifled his movements with a hand in the smal of the turin's back. “You know what I want?” Wrex pressed his muzzle to the thin, porous hide that covered Garrus' aural membranes, his low rumble making the turian shiver. “I want you to get Sidonis in here....I want to watch him fuck you.”
Garrus made an untranslatable noise, a strung out rill of surprise and desire. “I...I, ah...thought you reaaaaally didn't like him.”
“Oh, I don't. I just want to watch.” Wrex dragged teasing fingertips along Garrus' fringe. “Call him.”
“Lantar?” Garrus sounded breathy and a bit strangled, and when he got no response, an edge of frustration crept into his voice. “LANTAR! ….get in here, dammit!”
Wrex could hear the sharp click of sidonis' talons on the floor, and got a good view of his expression when he came around the corner.
At some level, Wrex suspected that Sidonis must have known exactly what he was being called for.......but the reality of seeing Garrus sprawled out over a naked krogan, in a position that really left nothing to the imagination, was clearly a bit unexpected.
One mandible sagging limply, Sidonis tried to cover his obvious purr-growl of arousal with an overly fake sounding cough. Caught between desperately wanting to join in, and wanting to flee Wrex's foreboding expression, Lantar settled for shifting awkwardly and finding something fascinating to stare at on the ceiling.
The benefits of extended family (4/?) Wrex/Garrus/Sidonis/Bakara
anonymous
August 20 2014, 03:15:49 UTC
“This isn't a spectator sport, Lantar.” Garrus half twisted so he could look over his cowl at Sidonis, sub-vocals broadcasting arousal, invitation and reassurance in equal measure.
It would have taken a saint or a eunuch to ignore that, and Sidonis was clearly neither. Four long strides and he was plastered against Garrus' back, pulling his head back to bury his face against the other turian's throat.
Threesome logistics were a challenge. By instigating this, Wrex had assumed he'd be a spectator....not that he had a problem with that. At best he figured he could get Garrus to put his mouth to good use, but everything seemed to e happening right in his lap, and every time Garrus moved it was a wet slide if friction that made Wrex's cock twitch.
Whatever Wrex thought of Sidonis, he had to admit they made a decent team. When Lantar knelt and told Garrus to 'kneel up a little', it was Wrex that pulled Vakarian up and spread him wide for Sidonis' questing tongue. Each slow rasp of Sidonis' tongue across Garrus' entrance made him twitch and gasp, and Wrex could feel every movement.
Sidonis didn't bother taking the time to undress, and knowing the irrational complexities of turian clothing, Wrex couldn't really blame him. When Sidonis stood, Wrex could see the bulge of his unplated sex through the damp material of his trousers.(Not that he was looking.) Talons quick on the buckles that held him trapped, Sidonis freed his flared cock with a low groan of relief.
Wrex could feel the exact second Sidonis pushed into Garrus, because Vakarian bucked forward, a shudder coursing through him. Pushing a hand between them, Wrex took the turian's slick cock in hand, feeling the hot pulse of his desire against the tough skin of his palm. Given that he hadn't had actual physical contact with anyone in weeks, Wrex was shocked Garrus had lasted as long as he had.
Even knowing there would be differences with turian/turian sex, Wrex was unprepared for the grate of tooth against cartilage as Sidonis spread his jaws and bit down hard on the back of Garrus' neck. Wrex was just considering punching Lantar in the face when he realized that he wasn't doing any real damage, in fact if Garrus moved to sharply Sidonis was liable to lose a few teeth. Not to mention, Garrus sub-vocals were an oscillation of pure pleasure, and as Sidonis' jaw muscles bunched and flexed, Vakarian came with a gasping clench.
Typical, Wrex thought, was there ever any doubt that Garrus would get off on being bitten? The battlemaster wouldn't have been terribly shocked if Garrus got off from being shot, run over, and then set on fire.
Each sharp thrust Sidonis made provided delightful friction for Wrex. Pressing the wide head of his cock against Garrus' still spread pubic plates, Wrex enjoyed the wet slide as each movement pressed him back far enough that he could feel where Sidonis disappeared into Vakarian's body. About the third time Wrex's cock bumped insistently against Garrus' already spread entrance, Sidonis raised a questioning browplate at the battlemaster; stilling his movements as a mischievous light sparked in his eyes, and Garrus rounded on him with a snarl.
“Why did you stop?!” It wasn't a plaintive question, more of a 'if you don't start moving again, I'm going to shoot you in the knee-what kind of ammunition would you like me to use?' kind of question.
“I have an idea.”
Garrus groaned and rested his head on Wrex's shoulder. “Why do you have to do this shit right now? Do you remember what happened last time you had an 'idea'....you blew the power grid for the entire apartment.”
“E-stim looked easy in print.” Sidonis said defensively. “And it's not like you can lecture me on weird kinks....”
“My weird kinks are with living beings,”Garrus paused to nuzzle his face into Wrex'x jaw, “ not with wall sockets.”
Sidonis rolled his hips to bring the conversation back on track. “How much do you trust me and Wrex?”
“I'd trust Wrex with anything.....you I wouldn't trust with a wet firestarter in a rainstorm.”
Re: The benefits of extended family (4/?) Wrex/Garrus/Sidonis/Bakara
anonymous
August 20 2014, 03:28:09 UTC
Oh man, I commented and then there was more. Like magic. Some of the lines you come up with are absolutely hilarious. I'm going to be sad when these end.
Re: The benefits of extended family (4/?) Wrex/Garrus/Sidonis/Bakara
anonymous
August 20 2014, 06:15:00 UTC
Ohhhh, I can see where this is headed.
Come on Wrex. You know you want to.
Sooooooooooo. Above anon is thinking... Does this mean turians are the tempters and temptresses of this Mass Effect Universe? Because it seems like no one can resist a sufficiently horny turian xD
Oh no worries, I'm definitely still here & busy working on the next set of chapters. :) Threesome logistics are difficult, so blame the gang for the delay =P
“So, am I supposed to call you 'Spectre Vakarian' now?” Wrex rested his crest against Garrus' forehead and glared daggers at the fidgeting figure behind him. “Or would you just prefer 'Idiot Vakarian, master of bad judgment'?”
“'Spectre Vakarian' will be fine.” Garrus chose to ignore the second half of Wrex's question. “Though you could bow a little when you said it.”
“Hah! Keep dreaming, Garrus!”
Watching Vakarian pacing beside him, Wrex had to admit the pup looked good.....good enough that Wrex figured it'd be worth the lecture he was going to get from Bakara for taking an early shuttle. Apparently being given a gun (and a fairly free rein as to what or who he used it on) suited the turian. It was unfortunate that the appointment had clearly fried what was left of Garrus' warped turian brain, because in the annals of 'stupid shit Vakarian has done', having Lantar Sidonis as a 'roommate' ranked about right at the top.
“Still can't believe Shepard gave you his apartment.” Wrex looked around the reconstructed citadel with interest. The scars of the war were still there, but repairs had progressed far enough that the wards were bustling with activity again.
“I think he figured it was probably safer to settle somewhere without coffee pots that exploded.” Garrus grinned over his shoulder at the turian trailing behind them, “and I don't think he could ever use that hot-tub again.”
“Can you blame him?” Sidonis was clearly a bit worried about Wrex's infamous temper, and kept giving the krogan half nervous glances. “You clawed it up enough that anyone with imagination would get lose plates just looking at the place.”
“Humans don't have plates.” Wrex growled, knowing he was being petty and not really caring. Garrus alternated his time between assignments, tuchanka, and the Citadel, and Wrex knew it made sense to share a place as large as Shepard's former apartment.......he just figured Vakarian could have found a more trustworthy roommate. A yahg perhaps, or a pack of rabid, starving vorcha. But then, it was pretty obvious that Garrus wasn't thinking with the brain in his skull about this decision.....
“Wrex!” Garrus reprimanded, although the set of his mandibles hinted that he was probably amused. “Maybe I should just drop you both off at the armax arena, let you fight it out in the ring. At least I might make some money off that.”
“That would be over quickly.” Wrex grinned nastily at Sidonis, enjoying the flinch his scarred visage got. “Shepard isn't here to block my shot.”
Shepard's apartment, well....former apartment, had lost a great deal of its polish. The high end artworks had been replaced with various vid posters, Wrex wondered if Kasumi had absconded with the previous décor. The once pristine tables seemed to be covered in an assortment of weapons mods, unwashed dishes and magazines of dubious content.
Garrus heaved his gear bag into a corner with a crash that made Sidonis jump, and tugged at the collar of his armor. “Nine days on that damned volus freighter, I need a shower before C-Sec throws me in a decontamination chamber.”
“What, and ruin the symmetry?” Sidonis flopped onto the couch with an ease that frustrated Wrex, “ for once your body is as filthy as your mind.”
Not to be outdone, Wrex dropped his weight onto the couch with a force that rattled the light fixtures.
“This is novel.” Garrus rolled his eyes at both of them, “not often I get to be the mature one in the room.”
As soon as the upstairs bathroom door clicked shut, Sidonis tried for a casual surreptitious exit, but was thwarted when Wrex snagged the back of his shirt.
“Sit.” Wrex snarled, kindly assisting Sidonis with that particular action. “There's something you and I need to discuss.”
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And I second this anon.
LANTAR.
Well, about time now!
Looking forward to the fill!
You've done a wonderful job so far, A!A n.n <3
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“Stop talking.” Wrex watched in satisfaction as Sidonis' mouth plates closed with an audible snap. “I honestly couldn't care less who Garrus spreads his plates for. Heh, if I held a grudge over that I'd probably have to murder half the galaxy.”
“Then what....”
“What I have a problem with is that the last time he let his guard down around you, he wound up with half his face shot off.” To Sidonis' credit, Wrex suspected his stricken expression was genuine.....not that it made any real difference. “So I don't care if Garrus wants to bend over for you, in fact I just might like to watch, I just want to make one thing very clear.” Wrex got his face as close to Sidonis as he could, close enough to watch the turian's purple marked mandibles shiver. “Pull anything like that again and there will be nowhere in the galaxy you can hide. I will track you down, and when I do it wont be the mercy of a sniper round through your skull. You'll see it coming, you'll feel every second....and when I'm finished, there won't be enough of you left to fill an omni-gel can. We clear?”
“Very...” Sidonis couldn't meet Wrex's eyes. “Very clear.....very descriptive as well. Thank you for that mental image.”
“You're welcome.” Wrex patted Sidonis on the head hard enough to make his eyes glaze, and stomped off in search of Garrus.
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Garrus had obviously just stepped out of the shower when Wrex barged in, he was still soaking wet and shiny with a towel draped haphazardly over his head. Wrex reached out to adjust the towel slightly, and nodded in approval. “Saren Arterius, we meet again.”
For a second, Wrex thought maybe that just wasn't as funny as it seemed to him......turians were a touchy lot about the rogue spectre. But the flash of amusement in Vakarian's eyes was genuine, although Wrex only had a second to appreciate it before the wet towel slapped him hard across the face. Blinded, Wrex reeled backwards, bellowing with surprise as he felt his feet skid on the wet tile. The battlemaster hit the floor with an undignified crash that dislodged a towel rack, pulverized several tiles, and probably rattled windows half-way across the wards.
Adding insult to injury, Wrex could hear Garrus deep, flanging laugh as he clawed the sodden towel out of his eyes. “You're dead, Vakarian!”
By the time Wrex charged into the bedroom, (feeling a bit like Bakara was about to appear and reprimand him for running in the house), Garrus was halfway to the outer door. Grabbing the first thing at hand, which happened to be a cushion off the bed, Wrex flung it with biotic fueled accuracy. Somehow Vakarian must have sensed the incoming missile, because he managed to twist out of the way, and the cushion missed his pointy head by millimeters.
Krogans weren't as enamored with the pointless household fripperies as many of the other races seemed to be. In a krogan house, a cushion would be a utilitarian affair, solid, hide covered and immune to any damage short of a targeted missile strike. Humans apparently favored decorations as fragile and delicate as they were, because as it impacted the door, the cushion exploded like a gut-shot volus and spewed a geyser of white drifting stuffing.
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“You started it.” Wrex chuckled as Garrus huffed at the drifting flakes. “Now, come here.” Ignoring the turian's yelp of protest, Wrex grabbed him and tossed him over his shoulder.
Garrus wasn't a big fan of being carried like that, (as was evidenced by a knee to the chest that made Wrex wheeze.) but it gave the battlemaster a good excuse to run his hands up the back of Vakarian's sleek thighs and over the spare curve of his ass. It was with some regret that Wrex unceremoniously dumped Garrus onto the bed, it had been far to long since he'd had an armful of wet, naked turian.
Wrex had just levered Garrus' legs up onto his shoulders, and was getting his plates nice and loose with each stroke of his broad tongue, when the bedroom door exploded inwards.
“What.The.Fuck!!?” The movement stirred up the cushion filler into a veritable blizzard, and Lantar Sidonis stared blankly at the disaster, still brandishing a kitchen knife in one hand.
“Do you mind?” Wrex growled, irritated by the interuption. The taste of Garrus was heavy sweet on his tongue, and the last thing Wrex wanted was this twitchy idiot peering around the room like he expected to find a phalanx of batarian raiders under the bed.
The filler was starting to settle again, and Sidonis peered around with something close to awe on his face. “It sounded like someone was being murdered up here!”
“So you grabbed a knife?” Garrus sounded incredulous. “There are a minimum of sixteen guns in this place, seven of which are technically illegal in Citadel space......and you, you grab a knife?”
“I was using it!” Sidonis licked the blade absently. “Hnnn, hotsauce.”
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In the end, the interruption was probably a good thing.....chances were, the little pieces of floating foam would have wound up stuck in some very inconvenient places. As it was, Garrus sauntered out with a complete lack of clothing or shame, leaving Wrex to grumble and follow with as much dignity as was possible, considering that his armor felt several sizes too small.
By the time Wrex made it downstairs, having shed pertinent parts of his hardsuit, Sidonis had slunk off into self-imposed exile, and Garrus was sprawled out on the couch like some kind of fornax pinup. The damn turian was deliberately giving Wrex a show, one clawed foot was propped up on the couch, as he trailed his talons across his stomach. Wrex could see the shine of sexual fluid on Garrus' talon tips, the natural lubrication coating the edges of his half parted plates and trickling down one thigh.
“I'm glad your new rank hasn't taught you much about restraint.” Wrex could hardly restrain a low growl of lust, it had been months since the council had sent their new spectre off on assignment.
“I think the humans have a saying about absolute power corrupting absolutely...”
“You were already corrupt!” Wrex was all too willing to let Garrus tug him down onto the couch, and then his lap was full of turian, rubbing against him, slick and eager.
When Wrex grabbed at Garrus' hips, sliding their cocks together in a slow grind of friction, the turian dug talons into his shoulders and snarled 'harder!' in a desperate plea against his throat.
“A little overeager, are we?” Garrus was usually playful, happy enough to let Wrex take the lead; the battlemaster had rarely seen him this amped up over what amounted to about sixty seconds of contact.
“They sent me to the vol protectorate!” Garrus licked at Wrex's throat in hopeful entreaty, anything to make the krogan move faster, harder....anything. “Eleven weeks with just volus....no privacy, just lots and lots of pretentious, puffed up, suit-wearing, nerve-stim worshiping volus!”
Wrex tried not to laugh. He suspected the council was well aware that sending Garrus on assignment with a more sexually compatible race would have invariably resulted in some manner of 'diplomatic incident'. Still, an assignment like that must have been nothing short of torture to the tactile turian.
The considerate, kind thing to do would be to get Garrus off quickly....take the edge off, then use the turian's stamina to draw the second round out a while. Problem was, nobody had ever accused Wrex of an overabundance of kindness or consideration. There had been a concept stuck in his mind for over a year, since that memorable night at Shepard's party.....and this seemed a perfect time to exploit it.
Pulling Garrus close, Wrex stifled his movements with a hand in the smal of the turin's back. “You know what I want?” Wrex pressed his muzzle to the thin, porous hide that covered Garrus' aural membranes, his low rumble making the turian shiver. “I want you to get Sidonis in here....I want to watch him fuck you.”
Garrus made an untranslatable noise, a strung out rill of surprise and desire. “I...I, ah...thought you reaaaaally didn't like him.”
“Oh, I don't. I just want to watch.” Wrex dragged teasing fingertips along Garrus' fringe. “Call him.”
“Lantar?” Garrus sounded breathy and a bit strangled, and when he got no response, an edge of frustration crept into his voice. “LANTAR! ….get in here, dammit!”
Wrex could hear the sharp click of sidonis' talons on the floor, and got a good view of his expression when he came around the corner.
At some level, Wrex suspected that Sidonis must have known exactly what he was being called for.......but the reality of seeing Garrus sprawled out over a naked krogan, in a position that really left nothing to the imagination, was clearly a bit unexpected.
One mandible sagging limply, Sidonis tried to cover his obvious purr-growl of arousal with an overly fake sounding cough. Caught between desperately wanting to join in, and wanting to flee Wrex's foreboding expression, Lantar settled for shifting awkwardly and finding something fascinating to stare at on the ceiling.
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It would have taken a saint or a eunuch to ignore that, and Sidonis was clearly neither. Four long strides and he was plastered against Garrus' back, pulling his head back to bury his face against the other turian's throat.
Threesome logistics were a challenge. By instigating this, Wrex had assumed he'd be a spectator....not that he had a problem with that. At best he figured he could get Garrus to put his mouth to good use, but everything seemed to e happening right in his lap, and every time Garrus moved it was a wet slide if friction that made Wrex's cock twitch.
Whatever Wrex thought of Sidonis, he had to admit they made a decent team. When Lantar knelt and told Garrus to 'kneel up a little', it was Wrex that pulled Vakarian up and spread him wide for Sidonis' questing tongue. Each slow rasp of Sidonis' tongue across Garrus' entrance made him twitch and gasp, and Wrex could feel every movement.
Sidonis didn't bother taking the time to undress, and knowing the irrational complexities of turian clothing, Wrex couldn't really blame him. When Sidonis stood, Wrex could see the bulge of his unplated sex through the damp material of his trousers.(Not that he was looking.) Talons quick on the buckles that held him trapped, Sidonis freed his flared cock with a low groan of relief.
Wrex could feel the exact second Sidonis pushed into Garrus, because Vakarian bucked forward, a shudder coursing through him. Pushing a hand between them, Wrex took the turian's slick cock in hand, feeling the hot pulse of his desire against the tough skin of his palm. Given that he hadn't had actual physical contact with anyone in weeks, Wrex was shocked Garrus had lasted as long as he had.
Even knowing there would be differences with turian/turian sex, Wrex was unprepared for the grate of tooth against cartilage as Sidonis spread his jaws and bit down hard on the back of Garrus' neck. Wrex was just considering punching Lantar in the face when he realized that he wasn't doing any real damage, in fact if Garrus moved to sharply Sidonis was liable to lose a few teeth. Not to mention, Garrus sub-vocals were an oscillation of pure pleasure, and as Sidonis' jaw muscles bunched and flexed, Vakarian came with a gasping clench.
Typical, Wrex thought, was there ever any doubt that Garrus would get off on being bitten? The battlemaster wouldn't have been terribly shocked if Garrus got off from being shot, run over, and then set on fire.
Each sharp thrust Sidonis made provided delightful friction for Wrex. Pressing the wide head of his cock against Garrus' still spread pubic plates, Wrex enjoyed the wet slide as each movement pressed him back far enough that he could feel where Sidonis disappeared into Vakarian's body. About the third time Wrex's cock bumped insistently against Garrus' already spread entrance, Sidonis raised a questioning browplate at the battlemaster; stilling his movements as a mischievous light sparked in his eyes, and Garrus rounded on him with a snarl.
“Why did you stop?!” It wasn't a plaintive question, more of a 'if you don't start moving again, I'm going to shoot you in the knee-what kind of ammunition would you like me to use?' kind of question.
“I have an idea.”
Garrus groaned and rested his head on Wrex's shoulder. “Why do you have to do this shit right now? Do you remember what happened last time you had an 'idea'....you blew the power grid for the entire apartment.”
“E-stim looked easy in print.” Sidonis said defensively. “And it's not like you can lecture me on weird kinks....”
“My weird kinks are with living beings,”Garrus paused to nuzzle his face into Wrex'x jaw, “ not with wall sockets.”
Sidonis rolled his hips to bring the conversation back on track. “How much do you trust me and Wrex?”
“I'd trust Wrex with anything.....you I wouldn't trust with a wet firestarter in a rainstorm.”
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Come on Wrex. You know you want to.
Sooooooooooo. Above anon is thinking... Does this mean turians are the tempters and temptresses of this Mass Effect Universe? Because it seems like no one can resist a sufficiently horny turian xD
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Seriously though. I hope you're okay a!a and will continue this soon. I'm a loyal follower of this serie. It's just too damn good.
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Threesome logistics are difficult, so blame the gang for the delay =P
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