Mass Effect Kink Meme: PART V

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The Candidate (0/18)

[anonymous]

This fill will take 18 posts (!!!), though it’s just above 10000 words. Please bear with me, dear anons. I tried to write according to the OP’s specifications, but there are minor deviations. Nihlus is near the end of training. It’s Nihlus/Garrus alright, but there are also strong hints of Saren/Nihlus. I hope you won’t mind. There’s sex in it, but you’ll have to work to get there. :)

Also, there’s a sort of prequel that has little to do with the prompt, so I posted it on FFN:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7361408/1/Unnerved_and_Unnerving

It’s not required for understanding the fill, only recommended.

I intend to post it all at once, but comments on specific parts are welcome. So is critique.

Hope you’ll enjoy. My heart and soul went into this. :)

The Candidate: Arrival (1/18)

[anonymous]

Nihlus went two steps in front of Saren. That was the appropriate order of things. They were not yet equals. Nihlus often wondered if they ever would be, even once he was appointed. That was supposed to be a matter of formality now, but still. Nothing was certain with Saren

The Candidate: Inspection (2/18)

[anonymous]

Garrus observed the two Spectres with a keen eye. He was excited. No: ecstatic! This was the day. Spirits of the Skies, this had to be the day. He tried to tower over the others, if not in height, then in determination. A good officer could sense that, smell that. And Saren was nothing if not a good officer - if you can consider a Spectre as such. The most decorated turian in the service of the Council ever. And he was here to personally pick a candidate. It was almost surreal

The Candidate: Private Conversation (3/18)

[anonymous]

It was half past ten. Nihlus had already searched two abandoned buildings for ‘meeting room eight’ and was running out of patience. Not that he’d been in any sort of patient mood even before setting out; he just couldn’t believe Saren upped and left him to handle the evaluation. Was he out of his twisted mind? He’d been acting strange ever since that fallout they had over cleaning the ship, of all things. Like an old married couple

The Candidate: Private Conversation (4/18)

[anonymous]

“You know, I was just waiting for you to bring Mum up.”

The boy’s voice went into a deeper register. Nihlus found himself swallowing a knot. It no longer felt right to listen. But for some reason he couldn’t walk away.

“Dad, please. That’s just not fair. This is what I want. I don’t want to be a cop. I want to be… well, a stylish cop

The Candidate: Private Conversation (5/18)

[anonymous]

Nihlus laughed. He liked this Garrus Vakarian; there was not a shred of fear or any kind of concern in his voice. The questioning was a matter of pure, almost child-like, curiosity. “I suppose it could happen, yeah,” he said. “But not by design. And, technically speaking, this is not Saren’s recruitment mission. It’s… mine.”

It was so odd to say that, to lie like that, but it seemed to go down very well. Too well.

“Damn. Why didn’t I think of that? Shit. See, technically speaking, I shouldn’t care less because Dad’s pulling me out of training anyway

The Candidate: Getting Drunk (6/18)

[anonymous]

Garrus couldn’t remember what he’d expected from the evaluation before the Spectres showed up, but he sure hadn’t expected it to be as exciting and as fun as it turned out to be. During the first two days, they had rotated as squad-leaders, and on the third, the leaders with the best results got to lead through the entire day. Of course Garrus had emerged as the best in his squad, and Lavena in hers. Lavena was perfect. She had the most intricate Rubori markings, going from her cheekplates up to the tips of her delicate fringe-blades in elegant purple spirals. She was only slightly shorter than him and deliciously lean. Every movement she made, a poem of strength and grace, every gaze she gave him, a fire in his loins. Everybody had a crush on Lavena, even the other females. She was impossible to resist, and Garrus, for one, wasn’t really trying at all

The Candidate: Getting Drunk (7/18)

[anonymous]

Garrus mingled with the others for another fifteen minutes so as not to raise suspicion, as apparently Nihlus didn’t want that. He then picked up a bottle of quarian tequila and traded the kinetic stabilizer that he’d won on cards the other week for a bag of red sand

The Candidate: Getting Drunk (8/19)

[anonymous]

There was a silence full of breathing and for a moment, Garrus wondered if he’d said too much. But it was the truth. Nihlus looked like the sort to appreciate truth above pleasantries. He took a drink and passed the bottle.

Nihlus took it, drank some, cleared his throat. “Well. I was actually about to say that it’s not all medals and honors in real life. He’s a difficult man. Hah, talk about an understatement. He’s an impossible man

The Candidate: Saren Returns (9/18)

[anonymous]

Nihlus wasn’t half as drunk as he wanted to be. Or perhaps, twice as much. Or maybe it was the sand, coloring all his perceptions in crimson shades of lust. He felt teeth grazing softly along his neck and had to fight the need, the urge to call out Saren’s name. It wasn’t fair. Vakarian was a good sport

The Candidate: Saren Returns (10/18)

[anonymous]

It took Nihlus many minutes to get to Saren’s prefab. Fortunately, the effects of the sand had already dissipated by then, or at least he hoped so. He tried to breathe deep, but there wasn’t enough air. He found the door open and came in, panting

The Candidate: Saren Returns (11/18)

[anonymous]

Nihlus wanted to be a good protégé, listen to his mentor, go to his prefab, and sleep. But his prefab was nowhere to be found. He made a full circle around the camp, which was now deathly quiet, and found nothing familiar. Things were painted in suspicious pink tones, maybe that was the reason? He’d taken sand many, many times before, but in truth, it had been several years since the last time. All with that quarian tequila… he was positively intoxicated

The Candidate: Against the Wall (12/18)

[anonymous]

Garrus jumped. He’d fallen asleep at his desk, cradling the nearly empty bottle of tequila like a lifeline. Somebody was knocking… no, more like trying to bust the door with their head

The Candidate: Against the Wall (13/18)

[anonymous]

When Nihlus came out after a long shower, Garrus was completely sober and not even a little sleepy, despite the exhaustion and the investment of conscious effort. He’d planned what to say. He’d say: it was really nice meeting you, Nihlus, an honor, truly, but I don’t need this shit. Or he’d go with: hey, you can crash here if you want, but I’m going out now, ok? Or something along: I’ll walk you to your prefab, you need to get some sleep, you know

The Candidate: Against the Wall (14/18)

[anonymous]

“Come,” Nihlus rumbled in a husky tone and pressed tight against him. He was lightning-quick and strong as hell and Garrus was again left surprised and breathless and so hot that even the occasional accidental touch threatened to push him over the edge. Nihlus reached down and lifted his leg, nudging the other one aside with his knee. Garrus had no time to prepare before he found himself impaled and stretched out, but Nihlus was so wet, so unbearably warm, so fucking skilled, that there was next to no pain and Garrus felt his heart climbing all the way up into his throat

Re: The Candidate (0/18)

[anonymous]

Just read your short fic, strangely relatable > been through the whole hating people phase, took me 4 months (I gotta say I was pretty damn content back then) to finally feel lonely. Still trying to reach out again :P