Parallax

A/n: Liberty with the in-game dialogue? Me? Pssshhh. XD
Here's yer porn.

The mako touched down on Nonuel, the wheels churning up the barely solidified ground. In front of the ground crew lay a small complex. Its white exterior gleamed against the planet's gray and red surface. Shepard sat in her seat, her legs thumping in excitement.


“You're awfully excited for a negotiation,” Wrex rumbled, “too excited.”


The Commander turned in her seat and caught a whiff of the Krogan's leathery scent.


“I've got a good feeling about this one, Wrex,” she beamed.


He snorted in reply as the mako fell from a sudden drop in terrain. The familiar feeling of free falling caught in his chest and he idly observed a few stray locks of Shepard's hair drift upward. In a second, the mako slammed back to the ground, the Commander's hair following soon afterward.


Hair was a curious thing; it separated the humans from other aliens. It was soft and pliable, much like the rest of their bodies. Such softness made humans easy kills for a Krogan. That was at least the general consensus.


Wrex looked between the soft-bodied creatures in front of him and chuckled as he recounted the number of times they had caught a Krogan off guard. What they didn't have in physical prowess they made up for in skill.


“You drive very rough,” Shepard grumbled, snapping Wrex out of his trance.


“You have no idea,” the Lieutenant replied. He shot a smoldering glance to the female on his right.


Wrex rolled his eyes. The scent of heat wafted to his nostrils; the humans continually denying their need to rut each other was becoming annoying.


An awkward silence set over the group as the mako rolled toward the complex. Finally, the building drew close and the rover stopped, allowing the ground crew to step foot onto Nonuel's hot terrain. Wrex scowled inside his helmet as the scent of human heat circulated through his breathing system. He followed behind Shepard, taking his customary spot on the right.


The complex doors opened without preamble; the ground team's helmets automatically compensated for the breathable air. And for the first time in a long time, Wrex found himself grateful for the sudden blast of the scent of drugs from the complex's air.


“It sure took the Alliance long enough to send someone!” a voice shouted from the upper level of the complex.

“Sorry about that,” Shepard called back, “I was recently informed about what was going on.”


A man emerged at the railing of the second floor, disdain etched into his scarred face.


“And they send a woman!” he shouted, “Does the Alliance think this is a joke? Do they send you to attempt to distract me with your whorish charms?” He sneered down at the trio below him.


“Hardly,” Shepard spat, “your mom has more than enough whorish charms. I'm sure you'd be immune to mine.”


The man's eyes widened before his face contorted in rage.


“You come to my kingdom and offer insults instead of tribute,” he roared, “I am Lord Darius! You will address me as such!” Darius slammed his fist against the railing, the slap of armor against metal ringing throughout the complex.


“Alright, Lord Darius,” Shepard sniggered, “I am a Spectre. I don't have to answer to anyone's law except my own. I am a Commander. You will address me as such.”


“I don't give a rat's ass about the Alliance or the Council,” Darius seethed, “your Alliance has trespassed on my territory and taken element zero from a mine on my asteroid.”


The Commander quirked an eyebrow. The asteroid and mine were both Alliance claims.


“What do you want in exchange for us being allowed to mine on the asteroid?” she asked.

“The miners are welcome to mine element zero on my asteroid in exchange for a few small considerations,” he replied, “The miners will pay a reasonable fee for extracting element zero on my asteroid. In addition, part of that element zero will go to us in a monthly fee, as well as equipment to produce red sand.”


“That's,” Shepard scratched her head, “kind of steep...”


“And one more thing,” Darius shouted, “you must say 'please' Commander Shepard. You must beg me for the privilege to have the Alliance mine on my asteroid.”


The Commander's eyes snapped up to the madman on the second level. He was on incredibly thin ice.


“I've read about what you've done; you kill those who surrender. Your arrogance knows no bounds, but the one thing you hold above all else is completing the mission,” he demanded, “Beg me and be my whore for a night. Then I will allow the Alliance to continue mining.”


Darius barely had time to finish his sentence before a biotic orb sliced through the air toward the second floor. The complex exploded into a flurry of gunfire and shouting. Throwing up a barrier, Shepard ripped her shotgun from her lower back and began to plow through the untrained mercenaries. She glanced around and saw that Wrex had control of the lower floor. And while she fought her way to get to Darius, Shepard noticed her Lieutenant slink up the stairwell, the crackling hum of his biotics battering the door frame.


“Dammit, Kaidan,” she hissed as a sudden wave of tech drones prevented her from following him.


Shepard dove behind a support pillar and listened carefully to the drone's movements, popping out to pick them off one by one.


“Bottom floor clear,” Wrex's voice rumbled through the comms.


The Commander stepped out from behind her cover, only to watch as Darius' retainers flew off the balcony to slam into the ground with a sickening crunch. In the next instant, Darius followed; his body and armor shattering with the force of impact. Shepard found herself transfixed by the macabre tangle of broken limbs and the splatters of blood that flung in all directions.


“Packs a punch like an asari commando,” Wrex snorted, “I'd think he's earned your breeding rights, Shepard.”


Shepard turned to address the Battlemaster, but he was already gone. Behind her, the sound of armored boots drew closer.


“All clear,” Kaidan announced.


He shuffled up to Shepard wrapped his arms around her, inhaling deeply at the back of her neck.


“If you hadn't started the fight I might have,” he murmured. “There's no way in hell he would have gotten away with saying what he did to you.”


Maybe he would have; in a moment of passion, the Lieutenant found himself sure that he would have defended Shepard's honor by breaking rank and ruining the mission. But as his rage began to cool, the rational Kaidan came back into focus. The mission took precedence over everything to Shepard; he'd known this since before he'd met her. Rumors of what she'd done on Torfan spread like wildfire. Shepard would throw her entire unit at the enemy to get the task done. She would sacrifice civilians if necessary in order to do the greater amount of good. Without a doubt, she would sleep with the enemy if it meant she could complete the mission.


Shepard believed she was a tool that could be used to make the galaxy safe. It made her capable of doing things that most wouldn't dare. She would use any skill or resource in her power to do the task at hand.


So, by staying his hand, Kaidan had honored her more than if he'd defended her honor and attacked. The thought brought a bitter taste to his mouth. If there hadn't been a hidden subtext to Hackett's words, it was likely that she would have briefly considered the idea of lying with Darius as an absolute last resort option.


Mission accomplished.


A surge of possessiveness overtook Kaidan and he pressed himself into her, his mouth moving to her neck. Shepard melted into his embrace as his ministrations to her neck made her knees weaken. Wrapping an arm around her hips, he pushed her into a crate and continued to lavish attention on the side of her neck. Kaidan would make damned sure that he would be the only man she'd be with ever again.


“Rutting over the corpses of your slain enemies,” a gravelly voice chuckled, “you two should have been born as Krogan.”


Kaidan jumped away from Shepard, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Shepard stood slowly and straightened her back. Her face turned red to match the marks her Lieutenant left on her neck.


“Your human modesty is your own genophage,” Wrex grumbled, “It's a wonder that there's that many of you to begin with.”


“Anything of use back there?” Shepard asked, pointedly ignoring the Battlemaster's quip.


“Nothing unless you have a desire to use red sand,” he replied.


“None whatsoever,” she murmured.


The trio trudged off to the mako, Kaidan sneaking a grab at Shepard's behind when he thought Wrex wasn't looking.


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A freshly-showered Shepard grabbed a seat across from Kaidan at the mess table. In front of the Lieutenant lay an overflowing tray of chicken sticks and fries. The Commander observed the haphazard way in which he ate. An undetermined amount of chicken sticks married with a couple of fries were given a cursory dunk in sauce before being tossed into a hungry mouth. The process repeated itself sometimes before the previous batch of food had been swallowed.


Yet the table remained clean despite his rapid intake of food. Kaidan ate with the ferocity and cleanliness of a hungry biotic that had learned to eat at BAaT and had been punished for each count of messiness, no matter how negligible.


“How about you sauce up that stick and toss it at my mouth?” Shepard asked, eying the rapidly emptying tray.


Kaidan's hand froze in mid air as he timidly swallowed his food. Reaching over to the sauce, he dunked the chicken stick before hesitantly tossing it toward Shepard's open mouth. The stick missed its objective, the sauced end smacking against Shepard's cheek then tumbling down to bounce off of her chest to land on the table.


“And now you've got your sauce all over my face,” she murmured.


Shepard wiped the sauce off with a finger. She caught the eyes of the man across the table before her tongue darted out to lick the tip of her finger. Suckling gently, she smirked at the low whine that came from his throat.


Kaidan's biotic desire to eat warred with his intense desire to continue playing Shepard's naughty game. He was hungry; he'd given his biotics quite the workout in the earlier fight. But here was his chance to continue where they'd left off. Maybe he could have both at the same time. A sneaky hand trailing up his thigh changed everything made him forget about food altogether. He glanced away from the tray of food.


There was sauce on the table.


“You missed some,” Kaidan murmured.


Shepard shot him a questioning look.


“The table,” he ordered, “and my stick is still covered in sauce.”


Her face scrunched up in a silent laugh before she picked up the stick and gently licked the sauce from it. Placing the stick on the tray, Shepard leaned over to lick the splatter of sauce from the table.


“Down you go,” Kaidan grinned.


The devious hand from earlier returned, this time stroking the thick bulge that lay against his thigh. Kaidan's breath left his mouth in the form of a pleasured hiss. But as soon as the sauce was gone, Shepard's face left the table, taking her hand with. She stood and stared him directly in the eye before retreating to her quarters. Kaidan followed her, his nerves hyper aware of the feeling of the clothes on his body.


And for a brief moment their eyes caught, the unspoken word 'now' passing between them.


The doors to the captain's quarters slid shut. Kaidan's hand slammed against the button that locked the door as Shepard violently ripped off her shirt and cast it to a random corner of the room. A second later, a chair that blocked the room's center table flew across the room violently in a whirlwind of biotic energy.


Kaidan quickly closed the gap between them to crush his mouth against hers. Their tongues dueled relentlessly during the bruising kiss, a feminine moan ringing out as a nip on her bottom lip drew blood.


Without preamble, Shepard turned from her Lieutenant and attempted to remove her pants along with her boots. She struggled for a moment until a strong pair of hands gripped her hips and forcefully bent her over the table in the center of the room.


“Leave it,” Kaidan rasped. His breath against her ear made her shiver.


Amid a mental chorus of 'now', he quickly dropped his pants and reached out to the flimsy thong in front of him and yanked. Ignoring the loud snap of the expensive garment breaking, Shepard wriggled her bottom at the man behind her, reveling in the animal he'd become.


The hands from earlier roughly grabbed her hips and slammed them back. His cock penetrated deep into her weeping passage. Shepard hissed; she'd been waiting for this for a long time. Kaidan stretched over her, pinning her down with his weight. He slowly withdrew then quickly slammed his hips forward with a loud groan. Again and again he brutally thrust into her, filling her to the hilt with his manhood.


“Oh, that's it,” Shepard groaned, “fuck me hard.”


Kaidan wove his fingers through her shiny black hair and grabbed a handful, effectively holding her down where he wanted her. Shepard watched her breath condense against the metal table as she panted and moaned.


Her scalp tingled under his grip as his cock rammed against an extremely pleasurable spot deep inside her. His hot breath and strained moans tickled across her ear and the nape of her neck. The contrasting sensations built up until Shepard's world exploded into one whose only sound was an unintelligible roar of ecstasy. The edges of her vision began to darken as her body convulsed in pleasure.


Kaidan's thrusts grew erratic, his body tightening in preparation for release. A wave of searing pleasure coursed though his body as he tightly gripped the woman beneath him. Groaning through clenched teeth, his manhood began to spurt; Kaidan's entire being pulsed with ecstasy.


He collapsed forward, catching himself with his forearms. Beneath him, the insatiable Shepard stretched like a cat. For a while they lay halfway across the table catching their breath.

“So, it appears that you like your doggie to be rough,” Shepard chuckled, peeling the side of her face off of the table.


She ran her hands through her hair where his hand had been while Kaidan relocated to a nearby chair to remove the pants that still hung around his booted ankles. Shepard followed suit, discarding her torn thong along the way.


“Well, I mean, you said harder and then...” the Lieutenant trailed off and his eyes widened. “We didn't use a condom.”


“Relax,” Shepard smiled, “I'm on tri-monthly injections.” She walked past him, brushing her hand over his shoulder.


For a while the room was completely silent.


“And then what?” Shepard asked.


Kaidan shot her a confused look.


“You were saying something earlier,” she offered.


“Oh!” he exclaimed, “I was saying that I remembered when...”


Shepard lifted an eyebrow at her Lieutenant's slowly reddening face. Hadn't they just had sex not more than ten minutes ago?


“You said a while back that you liked it rough,” he murmured, “really rough.”


Shepard smiled at him. It was funny how in one moment, he'd be an aggressive, passionate lover then in the next he'd be back to the same bashful Kaidan he'd always been.


“So, what was in the bag from The Toy Chest?” he asked, regaining his sly smirk.


“That's for you to find out later,” Shepard replied.


Kaidan chuckled and drew her in for a kiss. He was a bit nervous to find out.