Warlords

AN: I just noticed that all of my kinkmeme fills could easily be put into one massive fic and still make sense. So, here it all is.

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Sometimes when things broke, they made a mess. And the mess was invariably a very sticky, goopy mess that refused to be cleaned up. Such was life on the Normandy SR-1, a place where things broke rarely. But, when they did break, they broke spectacularly.


All Shepard wanted was some coffee, that was he request of the Normady’s kitchen. What she got was a worrying rumble sound, accompanied by many mechanical sounding screeches, and a large amount of an unknown and clinging liquid.

This was embarrassing.

Luckily for her, most of the crew were either sleeping or busy at work, even Kaiden wasn’t haunting the space near her quarters. So, thanking whatever gods accepted thanked syrupy Spectres, Shepard made for her room to shower or scrape or do whatever needed to get the goop off.

Rather unluckily for her, Wrex was approaching the kitchen with intent towards eating.

The merc usually loitered in the small dining area during the few times each day when the human crew were busy with duties or sleeping. He didn’t like people, which he expressed in body language and actual language often enough. Or maybe not often enough, considering how many aliens didn’t seem to grasp the simple concept. His makeshift den in the garage was isolated enough, but the turian was always there fiddling with the mako (You’d think the bird-brain was anchored to it, honestly) and the grumpy female human was always cleaning something. Both of them were workaholics, from Wrex’s perspective, and needed help desperately. Not that they’d get it from him.

It wasn’t ever empty in the garage, and that was annoying. More than annoying, sometimes. So, he’d take refuge in the dining area, maybe have a snack or two. It worked out well so far, aside from the few times an alien had come to gawk or bother him.

It came as a shock, then, when he noticed Shepard covered in some liquid, standing in the dining area. Shepard rarely ever came here, except for meal-times and for the odd cup of coffee. Even rarer still, she’d never covered herself head to toe with unidentified liquids. Her eyes were closed, squinted tight, and covered with a thick layer of the stuff. Her mouth was in much the same condition.

At least she wouldn’t be able to pester him with her damned questions, Wrex thought. Asking about what he could do for his race, gods damn her thrice for those questions.

Wrex looked over the room, trying to figure out how the human had gotten so liberally covered in goop. A broken tube in the wall near the food-getter-thing. It had a technical name, but Wrex never bothered to learn it and didn’t care. From the tube dripped a liquid not unlike the one covering Shepard. He scooped some of it up on a claw, popping it into his mouth. Not the brightest idea, but he figured it wasn’t enough to poison him and even if it did, all that he’d get from it would be a stomach ache.

Sweet, but not cloyingly so. A light flavor, and an appealing one. Wrex remembered how hungry he was, eying the other dollops of liquid on the tube.

Shepard was covered in it, some pestering voice in his head said, and from the looks of it, wasn’t enjoying being covered in it. She kept trying to shovel it off of her eyes with her hands, but more would fall back into the space she’d shoveled clear. She’d shudder every few moments, very uncomfortable. She’d probably need help getting it all off of her.

Wrex considered the situation carefully.

He made his decision, stepping closer to the Spectre, making sure not to step on her feet. Just a few inches away from her, and he could smell the mix of her scent and the scent of the syrup. A sudden wash of arousal struck him, and he almost jerked with surprise. When was the last time an alien had excited him? Memories of Aleena flitted briefly through his mind and he shook them off.

This was Shepard, not Aleena, and thinking of the little asari while in the presence of this woman wouldn’t be right. Shepard was an alien who evoked memories of old times when honor between warriors still existed.

An alien who also just blew a bubble out of her nose through the syrup. That shouldn’t be endearing. Even so, he chuckled and brushed a claw over her nose, trying to get the goop off. She jerked, surprised at his touch, opening her eyes a sliver to glance at him before closing them again.

“Room,” she said quickly, getting a mouthful of the syrup. He watched the smooth column of her throat as she swallowed it down, another shiver of arousal going through his body. He grinned, eyes glinting with mischief.

He held her by the shoulder, not minding the sensation of the goo clinging to his scales. Wrex was shocked at how warm she was, forgetting for a moment that humans were mammalian. He wasn’t used to touching someone who was much, much warmer than the temperature of the room, it was a pleasant surprise.

Gently, he led her to her room, the doors whoosing open as soon as they approached. He led her further in, blinking a few times to get used to how dark she kept her quarters.

This was the part that could either go wonderfully well or horribly wrong.

Wrex steeled himself, licking his lips, prepared to risk it. He grasped both of her shoulders and leaned close to her, tracing the tip of his tongue along the bridge of her nose. She stopped moving, not longer trying to dig the stuff off of her.

Wrex didn’t move, watching for a reaction. Shepard’s expression was difficult to read, eyes and eyebrows already scrunched up from avoiding the syrup. No sign of protest, so he licked her again, wide tongue sweeping the goop up. He scraped her tongue against his teeth to get it clean, gulping the stuff down.

Her nose was clean, and Wrex could tell, now, that she was almost panting. Slightly aware that he was breathing faster than normal, he licked her again, tongue making short work of the stuff on her forehead. He watched from the corner of his eye as her hands went up to grasp at his armor.

Pleased with her reaction to his ministrations, he lapped at her cheeks, tip of his tongue gently clearing away the goop around her eyes. Shepard’s eyes flew open once they ere clear, a questioning glance sent his way. He shrugged.

Didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to do this so badly, but went with it, trusting his instincts. He moved his tongue against warm, soft skin that almost glowed in the dim light. Her dark eyes were dilated, half lidded.

He slid his tongue against her chin, flicking the tip against her lips. She leaned towards him, head tilted back. Wrex growled quietly, happy with the knowledge that she wanted this to continue as much as he did. Quite an ego boost to have a woman as formidable as Shepard clinging to his armor and leaning into his licks.

He licked his way down to her neck, sucking on the skin. He could feel the warm puffs of her breath on his scales. She was so warm under his mouth, and seemed to only get hotter. He groaned, hands clenching against the fabric of her suit.

Shepard pushed at him, and he felt dismay clench his stomach. “Clothes,” she mumbled. “And you get out of your armor, too.”

Well, that was unexpected.

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Wrex got out of his armor slowly, watching Shepard out of the corner of his eye. There was a chance she wouldn’t be interested in him once she saw him naked. He would almost rather stay in the armor than risk it, but Shepard didn’t seem to mind, already naked and watching him.

“Did you forget how to take it off?” Shepard asked. He snorted, removing the last piece.

“Nothing wrong with taking my time,” he said, hands on her back. Smooth and warm, oh so warm. How could she even stand it? He licked her collar bone. “You’re still all covered with that stuff.”

“You seem to be doing a good job of getting rid of it,” she said, breath hitching.

Fair enough.

“Get on the floor,” he growled in her ear, tongue tracing the shell of it. Weird shape, he thought briefly.

“Not the bed?” She protested, hands exploring his chest.

“You’re still all sticky,” Wrex pointed out, pushing her down gently. She complied, laying down on the floor, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. He kneeled between her legs, inspecting her crotch with a curious finger. Odd, why were there two pairs of lips? And the slight protrusion at the top was also unfamiliar. He brushed a finger against it, trying to figure out what it was for. Shepard gasped, angling her hips towards him.

Good response. He’d have to remember that.

A plan formed in his mind, and he ignored her crotch for now, preferring to explore her legs. Weird knees, he thought, sucking on her inner thigh. He could hear her panting, felt her many, tiny fingers claw at his crest. Knew what she wanted, but preferring to take it slow and just explore the alien body beneath him.

His hands traced her calves, tongue following. He bit gently at the strong muscle, getting a yelp out of her. Tracing a claw up the bottom of her foot got a breathy gasp and giggle. Satisfied that her leg had gotten enough attention, he moved up, straddling her. Wrex admired the excited blush on her skin, licking the tops of her breasts. One hand moved to cup one of them, rubbing at a hard nipple.

Shepard had closed her eyes, writhing under him. Smiling at her reaction, Wrex licked the nipple, sucking it into his mouth and flicking at it with the tip of her tongue. Shepard moaned, arching her back ino his mouth. Wrex growled in return, erection bobbing from the rush of arousal.

“Wrex,” she gasped. “What are– Are we going all the way with this?”

Fuck, he hoped so. “Depends,” he said, voice rough. “How comfortable are you with that?”

“Very.”

“Fine,” Wrex said, trying not to sound too eager. “But I’m going to clean you first.” Shepard groaned with frustration, trying to grind her hips against him. It was tempting, very, very tempting, to just flip her over and fuck her sensless, but he was enjoying teasing the woman. He could wait.

He ran the entire length of his wide tongue against her breast, hand fondling the other one. He sucked on it hard, enjoying the yelps and groans he teased out of the prone Spectre. The fingers still clutching his crest tightened, pushing him downward. In due time, he thought, almost irritated by her impatience, but licked at her stomach anyway.

His tongue found her belly button, dipping into the depression. Shepard sucked in her belly, the smooth outlines of her muscles taunt. He explored them with relish, excited by the curves and depressions. The texture of this soft skin, stretched over hard muscle, was exciting and he groaned, organ twitching.

Finally, he was back at her slit, tongue tracing the outside lips, just barely touching her skin. She tried to scoot further down for more contact, but he moved with her. Whimpering in frustration, Shepard brought a hand down, rubbing at herself quickly. Wrex grabbed her hand by the wrist, pinning it to her side.

“Patience, Shepard. I’ll get there,” he rumbled.

“Hurry up,” Shepard urged, panting hard. Wrex growled, self control quickly fading. His organ throbbed to be inside her. But, first things first.

He dragged his tongue against her crotch, making her moan. Shepard spread her legs wider, hands clawing at the floor. Wrex watched her writhe as he licked her again, paying close attention to the tiny nub at the top. Her eyes were closed and she was panting, hips buking slightly as he lapped at her.

Pleased with her reactions, he continued, happy licking. And idea formed slowly in his lust addled mind and he sucked at the tiny nub, a finger pushing into her. Shepard’s back arched and she moaned loud, thighs tightening around his head. He pumped the finger experimentally, pushing hard into her.

“Wrex,” she moaned, sending another wave of arousal through the krogan’s body. “Oh, damn you, I’m so close.”

Come then, he thought, tongue flicking against the nub. He pumped his finger faster into her, erection throbbing hard. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so horny. She was moaning with every breath, shifting against him. Felt her tighten and ripple against his finger, surprised at the sudden wetness flooding his palm. She writhed and spasmed, back arching hard.

He pulled away to watch her, precum leaking from the tip of his erection. She calmed back down, breathing hard, eyes opening slightly to look at him. “So,” she said. “I expect that isn’t all you had planned when you led me back here and seduced me.”

Wrex chuckled. “I didn’t seduce you,” he said. “I was just trying to clean all that crap off. You made it sexual, not me.”