Blowing Off Steam

1.Cockfight


Their bare chests heaved as the two avian humanoids grappled, clad only in their pants, their talons locked, their heads down, their plated backs rippling as the muscles beneath battled for dominance over each other. Suddenly, the slightly shorter creature lashed his leg out, hooking it behind the other’s knee and locking his partner’s spur with his ankle, breaking his rooted stance and sending him tumbling to the floor.

There, the cockfight ended. Nihlus extended a hand to his grey opponent and hauled him up from the floor.

Shit. Somehow he had managed to lose this round of sparring. Generally Garrus and his Spectre partner were well-matched in hand-to-hand combat, but tonight, the former C-Sec officer was off his game.

“Come.” The red turian’s voice rumbled in Garrus’ ear, hot breath on the back of his neck.

He took the other male’s hand, leading him to the training room lounge that on any other turian ship would be holding a raucous crowd of gamblers. However, this was Nihlus’ ship, and the small crew would all be at their stations- the two of them were alone here.

“Come,” he says again, a grin in his voice, and this time he gently pushes Garrus back onto the floor.

“Again? Was that really necessary, Nihlus?” came the grey turian’s response as he landed on his back with a grunt.
“Remember our deal.” That same cocky tone. “I won, so tonight, I’m the boss.”


2. Thoughts and Nihlus’ Memories, Months Ago


There were so many things that Garrus brought forth in him- lust, possessiveness, even a deep concern for the former cop’s well-being. He hadn’t felt that way about someone in years and didn’t expect to ever again; however, somehow, their growing bond made the sex all the more fantastic.

Fucking was no longer solely a testament to his own sexual prowess and skill, a gospel of his ability to bring other turian men to little more than exhausted, jelly-legged monuments of just how fucking fantastic his cock- and his skills with it- were. After his first real affair ended with betrayal, in his despair, he had fancied himself some sort sexual spirit, refusing to see anyone he had had his dick inside as little more than a prop to his ego.

Sometimes, he had imagined them telling their friends, lovers, even- no, especially spouses- that they had slept with a Spectre and he was the best they had ever had.

Until Garrus. Garrus- a C-Sec officer who had been involved in the neutralization of Saren. One night they had both been in a bar and Nihlus remembered being alone, empty, sick inside, the realization that no matter how many guys he bedded, he was never going to get the feeling back that he and his mate had had. He was self-destructive, even if the decay was subtle, even if it didn’t affect his work…No. It was affecting his work. He was becoming colder, killing more often, often finding himself being unnecessarily cruel both on his missions and- perhaps most unsettlingly- to his conquests. Even if he was never physically abusive to the men he took to bed, the changes were there. He was becoming more like that person.

He reminisced, absentmindedly running a clawed finger along the rim of an empty shot glass; the latest in a long series. He had seen his old mentor become devoured by grief. Seen what the loss of his brother to the humans during the Relay 314 incident had transformed him into. Felt what it was to be close to someone so burned out with their hatred and lust for vengeance, to try and repair that which could not be fixed. Knew what it was to be a lover and experience the constantly growing fear that the person you love is becoming less and less himself with each passing day.

He had been young and foolish then, consumed by pride, admiration, and awe for his mentor. Their years had started off with tension, mostly due to his refusal to submit to or obey the older turian, at first; however, they had soon learnt to work together almost too smoothly- a deadly pair that only grew more devastating by the day. Confusingly, their skirmishes for power and later, their near-constant rate of success had always had left him excited, thrilled, throbbing and in need of release. Only when he had been granted the position of Spectre, however, did he understand. Only then did he realize exactly what he and his mentor, partner, and friend were to each other. They had become mates, then. Even what they had, though, had not been enough to repair the damage.

Then, Nihlus had felt what it was to be there when they turned on their so-called loved ones.

He didn’t want to turn into Saren, but that’s exactly what was happening to him.

The realization had crystallized like ice in his bones that night, and rather than try to distract himself with some pretty, young piece of ass fresh from the colonies as he had most nights, he fell back to that elixir whose reputation for ousting old flames and glazing over unhealed wounds spanned all species and all cultures. That night, he had been hell-bent on returning to his apartment alone, preferably after drinking himself into a stupor.

But, here he was. Garrus, sitting at the bar, looking bored and perhaps a touch melancholy. Garrus was familiar, a friend, a drinking buddy. They didn’t usually talk about the “old days.” Nihlus never talked about exactly how well he had known Saren. Garrus never asked although he had to have known that there was more than was ever said, and there was some unspoken understanding between them. Nihlus had invited him back to his apartment. Somehow, it had felt different. At the time, he hadn’t been sure whether he was just fooling himself and falling back on old habits or whether it really was different. Had they just been two lonely guys, friends, looking for and finding solace with each other? Or was he going to start fucking friends now before driving them off?

It had taken time, but he knew now what it really had been. How he felt about Garrus, what he wanted. Not that it didn’t take work, not that there weren’t nights when he said stupid stuff or shut the ex-cop out, only to have him storm out of his apartment or off his ship pissed off and refusing to answer messages for a day. It happened, but these things took time.


3. This Is Where We Are Now


The sight of Garrus sprawled before him after their sparring session sent a jolt down Nihlus’ spine and into his loins. He was already filled with a different kind of tension than the type they had been releasing in the first place with their match. Ditching nervous energy before an assignment was one thing; the rut that rubbing and pressing against Garrus brought on was something else entirely.

“You always act like you’re the boss, even when I best you, Spectre.” Nihlus snorted at Garrus’ pointed comment as he took a seat on one of the cushioned benches, gesturing for Garrus to pick himself up from the floor and come closer. He held up a clawed hand , stopping him with a touch on his naked belly.

“Ditch the pants.”

Garrus obeyed, eliciting an appreciative sound from Nihlus as the fabric fell away. Turian bellies, flanks, and groins were free from plates aside from a few between the legs, shielding a select few essential bits of anatomy.
Again steering him, Nihlus grabbed the other’s hip and pulled him closer. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he ran his other hand gently over the soft parts of Garrus’ thighs, staring intently. He hesitated momentarily before purposefully resting his hand over the silvery plates between his legs, gently lifting up, eliciting a grunt from the standing male. The pad of a thumb found the uppermost plate and gently ran along the horizontal slit just above it, toying with the soft skin where it folded over to form a sheath. Garrus moaned at the touch, pushing his slim hips up and forward in a rolling motion, and felt his cock begin to harden as Nihlus’ relentless thumb kept teasing the edge of his slit. Sometimes he slipped a talon inside- ever so delicately- using the side to stimulate the even more sensitive tissue inside, already becoming slick with precum.

Spirits, he wanted him. So many things about Garrus called out to Nihlus’ senses, and on so many levels. He could feel his cock seeping, lubricating itself for its emergence from its scaled sheath, getting harder with every heartbeat; giving in, he took his hand from Garrus’ hip in order to first grab a small pot of lubricant before loosening the closure on his pants, hurriedly fumbling with the fabric of clothes, anxious to be out of them. Upon succeeding he lifted his ass from the bench and slid them down his thighs and over his spurs, kicking first one clawed foot, then the other, shedding his pants as quickly as he could manage.

Already he was fully hard, his dick’s wet, blue length curving out and up, its tip brushing against the red tan of his stomach, secreting a thin, slick fluid and leaving damp spots wherever it touched.

“Take over,” he demanded with a toss of his head towards Garrus’ cock.

“Don’t leave me hanging.” Had Nihlus been a human, he’d have grinned rakishly at the comment as his fingers loosened the lid from the small jar of lube. He grabbed a bit with the tips of his talons and daubed it onto himself, watching as the other turian lazily stroked himself, occasionally thumbing the slit at the top of his erection. Satisfied that most of it was on his prick and no longer on his talons, he grabbed himself and started stroking his full nine inches.

He always had been fond of his particular “build” but Garrus was far from ill-hung himself- about the same length but with a bit more girth and the most delicious series of ridges and smooth spaces in between. Nihlus wasn’t one for bottoming but he found himself more and more intrigued by the idea of riding his partner’s cock. That thing would’ve had to feel great fucking him. Shit- these days, he found himself rubbing off to the idea of taking Garrus in his ass almost as often as he did to the idea of giving it to him.

“C’mere,” he murmured. Garrus stepped forward, and Nihlus grabbed both of the grey turian’s hips, roughly dragging the hard cock towards his face. What he was about to do was something his kind rarely did unless they trusted the other person with their life. Sticking one’s manhood into a mouth lined with razor-sharp teeth on two sides, tipped with a savage beak and floored with a tongue that held spines back towards the throat was generally a very, very bad idea. Trust was an essential element to a turian blowjob.

Garrus wasn’t entirely sure he trusted the Spectre quite that much yet. He hesitated and looked down at the other questioningly.

“This is my game, Vakarian.” There was a growl to Nihlus’ voice, but he glanced up after his statement and stared straight into his wary partner’s icy eyes. There was an unspoken demand for Garrus to place that trust in him, and he relented, nodding once, slowly. Carefully, Nihlus wrapped both hands around the base of that hot cock, slipping up and down the slick shaft a few times before taking the first few inches into his mouth. He had to concentrate on bracing his jaws since he didn’t have the usual apparatus handy that would’ve kept the object of his ministrations shielded from his teeth, but Spirits…Tasting the sweet, heady juice of a properly aroused dick was a treat unto itself and as he worked the shaft with his hands, they slicked up with even more. He lapped at the tip with his tongue, gently probing the slit at the end, running over the ridges and the taut skin, breathing heavily on it as Garrus twitched and lurched and purred in front of him.

He thought Garrus was going to lose it once or twice before pulling his mouth and one hand away from the organ while the other fisted claw kept its rhythmic pumping.

“Leg up on the bench, here.” He patted an area next to his hip. Garrus followed the command, placing his foot on the indicated spot. Nihlus slipped his other hand between the other’s legs, finding the tight hole there. Stealing a bit of lube from his own prick, he gently slipped a claw into the opening, savoring the feeling of the tight ring of muscle sliding first over his talon, then the first knuckle, then the second…Eventually the entire digit was buried inside the hot place and he started to withdraw it slowly. Still, the sucking feeling of the tight ass pulling at his skin. It was great and he never wanted it to stop- unless it was his cock taking the finger’s place. He suddenly pulled his remaining hand from Garrus’ hardness and sat back, looking up to read his partner’s expression. This time, where there had been hesitation and caution, there was now nothing but wild lust burning in the silver eyes.

“Garrus,” the red turian spoke. “Kneel over me.” This, Garrus was familiar with. His erection twitched in anticipation as he mounted the bench, knees spread wide as he straddled the other male. With a purr and a few swipes of a lubed fist, Nihlus lined himself up and thrust upward, watching in rapt arousal as Garrus’ ass stretched around him, deliciously tight as ever. Once he was in, he took the other’s hips in his hands and began driving his pelvis upwards, sinking his cock in as far as it would go, keen emerald eyes fixated on the view of himself filling his mate.
Nihlus’ mandibles twitched a little as he closed his eyes, released a deep breath, and allowed himself to relinquish his near constant self-control. This was time for him, time for them. Hell if he was going to allow some stick up his ass to ruin this. The rise and fall of his chest was rapid as he savored the sensation. “Yes…” he whispered, panting. “Slide that tight ass of yours around my cock. Feel it sucking on me.” Garrus moaned a bit. “You want my cum, don’t you?” he continued, his voice husky. “Ride it hard…Spirits, yes…”

He could feel the fire pooling in his loins, aching for release, but it wasn’t time yet. The slapping of their bodies meeting intensified and Nihlus’ attention was caught by his lover’s glossy erection bobbing and bouncing right in front of his face, the skin at the top of its base stretching with the weight of it tossing about. The effect was something like what one would get waving a shank of fresh meat in front of a varren. The predator wouldn’t be able to look away and his attention completely consumed by the bait. Nihlus found himself swallowing hard, resisting the urge to contort himself into some position that would allow him the hedonistic pleasure of both plowing Garrus’ ass and wrapping his tongue around that beautiful ribbed organ of his.

“Start playing with yourself. Show me how much you need this…”

Garrus responded with a purr and started toying with himself in earnest, eyes closed as he allowed himself to savor the feelings washing through his body. The cock inside him massaged a spot deep inside him that made him moan and writhe in pleasure at every stroke. Nihlus’ arms were wrapped around his thin waist, powerfully grasping him and drawing their hips closer and closer together. Garrus wrapped his free hand around the back of the Spectre’s plated head, beneath his fringe, pulling his face to his chest. The tightness in his loins had built up to a level that was difficult to keep control over and he wouldn’t be able to last long at this rate. The rhythm of his breathing broke slightly, becoming hitched as he struggled to keep himself from going off the edge.

Nihlus picked up on the extent of his partner’s pleasure and stepped up the pace of his thrusts.

“Come…” he breathed. “Come for me, Garrus. Show me how much you like having my cock in your ass. Show me…” he purred, “exactly how much you like this.”

The low rumble of Nihlus’ flanged voice in his chest was all it took to send Garrus over the edge as he came, head thrown carelessly back with a resounding keen, hand wrapped tight around his sex with Nihlus’ pulsing dick buried in his ass, shooting clear jets of his hot cum all over both their stomachs.

Nihlus growled. “Yes…Spirits, Garrus, good boy…” His voice was still deep, but had a breathless quality to it.
Garrus’ ass clenched down rhythmically on his erection as he came, and when he was showered with the hot, viscous cum, he allowed himself to lose control, fucking the tight hole harder, feeling its tightness grasping every ridge of his hard cock. His orgasm started in his belly, a tight heat between his legs as he clenched up, grabbing Garrus’ hips harder as he was rocked by the overwhelming pleasure that overtook him.

Spent, he collapsed limply against the grey turian bonelessly, twitching a couple of times before resting his head on his Garrus’ chest with a deep sigh. His mate moved back, slipping the now-limp cock out of his ass, sitting back on his legs as Nihlus scooted forward and wrapped him in his arms. Garrus initiated a forehead touch and sighed as Nihlus met his invitation, meeting him in the turian equivalent of a kiss.

After some time, he moved his face to the side and they softly touched mandible to mandible.

“Now that…” Garrus chuckled low in his throat. “That is why I don’t protest more when you take over.”
Nihlus’ response came in the form of a satisfied grunt, his white-tattooed mandibles twitching slightly in amusement.


4. Afterwards


Nihlus looks at Garrus, and stands up to pour them both some liquor from the bar in the sparring room’s lounge. They’ve both cleaned up and have reclaimed their pants.

He looks at Garrus laying back on the bench, his features relaxed, a decisively content expression on his face. Nihlus gapes his jaws slightly in the turian equivalent to a smile as he brings the drink over to the ex-cop. Handing one of the glasses to him as he takes a seat, he laughs to himself as he ponders the odd turns life sometimes takes.

“That definitely worked off the edge.” He flashed his teeth and took a sip of his drink, crossing his legs at the ankle. Garrus chuckled in response.

“Hrmmm…Indeed.”

Nihlus realized that he was happy. He purred and leaned back, resting a hand on Garrus’ thigh. His life was good. Right now there was just Garrus, and just him. No other worries, no other cares; right now there was just the two of them.