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Another night cycle on watch.
Granted the Silversun Strip was a touch swankier than the spots he usually set up in but it came with its own set of challenges.
For one thing there weren’t a lot of decent hides. The entire strip was a neon kaleidoscope that was heavily populated no matter the hour. But Garrus Vakarian had gotten lucky. Tucked away on a maintenance platform behind one of the dimmer hard light signs he had an almost perfect view of the apartment block across the way and the strip below. The light of the sign wasn't enough to impede his own vision but ensured anyone looking up would see it and not him.
It was difficult to keep track of the throngs of people below but he was a turian and they were consummate predators. Picking the weak and vulnerable out of crowds was instinctive. There were a few out tonight; the human couple arguing by the skycar stand, their focus completely off what was going on around them. The asari matron fawning like a maiden over the human stage director. Anyone who fell for the game those vorcha were hawking.
Taking his attention from the strip below Garrus turned his scope to the apartment tower across the way. His visor recorded several heat signatures, all stationary and primarily horizontal. Asleep. Not unusual given the hour.
No wait.
One active.
One or two? His visor was getting some odd readings. He trained his scope on to the apartment directly across from him. It must have set its owner back by a cool couple million credits. The rooms he could see were large and richly furnished. And he could see a fair bit, floor to ceiling windows took up the entire wall. Pretty but dangerous. He was across the way with a sniper rifle on them after all.
One heat signature, the clear definite one, was a human. Female. Attractive for her species Garrus supposed. Tall and thin but with what, for them, were toned muscles. She was in a tight black dress that displayed an expanse of white skin covered in thousands of little dots.
Her most alluring feature however was her fringe. It was the human kind, made of an untold number of individual strands, so soft and flexible it was hard to believe it was the same substance as their dull rounded claws. This human’s was bright orange, like the colour of a flame.
Garrus’ eyes were drawn to it instinctively. Most humans had dull plumage but hers was almost arresting it was so uniquely coloured. It bought out instincts turians had long since repressed. Their innate attraction to the bright and shiny.
Some primitive part of Garrus’ brain wanted to gather those soft fringe strands up and squirrel them away where only he could see and touch them. Horde them like a private treasure. The human could come too, he guessed.
The uncertain signature came into view and Garrus understood. A quarian. Her suit was partially masking her heat output, that's why he couldn't get a clear reading.
It was a nice suit as far as Garrus was aware. A touch more intricate than what you typically saw quarians in. Almost new Garrus would guess. Whoever this quarian was, she must have been important to have access to such luxuries as a suit manufactured within the past decade.
And she was definitely a she.
Quarians had odd sexual dimorphism. The females of the species looked more like asari than their own males. It had caused quite the amusing stir when they had first joined the galactic community. Several asari scholars had put forth the theories as to why it might be. The ones that still lived had had to amend their work when the humans showed up with an almost identical dimorphism.
This quarian looked similar to the human in shape. She was smaller as quarians generally were; they appeared almost flimsy, little bodies in patchworked suits entirely enclosed. Like greenhouse flowers that would wither at the slightest frost
They weren't though. Garrus knew that. Under the protection and enhancements of their suits quarians were tough species. Their wiry, willowy limbs were all but impossible to break and their muscles were dense and tightly packed.
They had their vulnerabilities though. Which is why Garrus was shocked to see the human reach for the quarian and begin to play with her suit seals. What was she doing? She surely couldn't be thinking of undoing them.
Could she?
Garrus increased the magnification of his scope. It filled with the sight of those odd five-digit hands, pale as bleached bone aside from the colour of those little dots, delicately running along the seal at the top of the quarians ribplate.
The quarian trembled at the touch. The human leant in, her bright flame coloured fringe disappearing behind the quarians hood. Almost as if she were whispering in her ear. An entirely unnecessary action, quarians could hear even the slightest sounds at any distance with their audio abilities of their suits.
The human pulled back with a smirk that was entirely too much strange fleshy mouthplate and not enough mandible and the quarian turned. She was no longer in profile, now she was facing the window.
Garrus’ breath hitched in his throat as a pale, dotted arm curled around the quarians slim waist from behind. The human was there pulling her back against her and anchoring her there with her arm while her other hand came out to play.
He watched as it stroked the quarians hood and ran itself along the silver swirls embroidered there. Then it traced the seam between the metal of her helmet and glass of her faceplate. Next it explored the rigid loops of cable extending down from her chin.
Then quick as a saltskimmer’s strike the human wrapped her hand around the quarian’s throat and yanked her back against her even tighter. Hand still spanning that swanlike neck, she couldn’t be hurting her there were metal bands all the way down to her chest, the human thrust one leg between the quarians.
Garrus watched the muscles, so alien yet so familiar in ways he couldn’t quantify, of that human limb tense and flex as she subtly raised and poised herself on the tip of her toes. She was in a pair of those tall, impractical shoes asari loved. Garrus was starting to understand the appeal. On this human they were, wow.
Already near turian tall, the high heels made her long legs seem even longer. And the black of them contrasted so perfectly against her pale skin. They also put her bent thigh that much close to the quarians centre.
Garrus felt his plates start to loosen as he realised just what it was he was witnessing. The human, entirely unaware of his presence, used the hand at the quarians throat to tilt her head back against her shoulder. Still trembling she did.
The human began to speak. What she said Garrus didn’t know. Her mouth, maybe not quite as strange as he’d originally thought danced around alien syllables he had no hope of translating. Her hand drifted down from the quarians throat to run across her body in flighty teasing strokes.
The quarian shuddered and across the plaza Garrus echoed the movement. He watched shifting his stationary pose just enough to allow his plates to widen, He was beginning to lubricate already. Flexing his thighs to try and keep the viscous liquid from spilling out he kept his rifle trained on the human's hand.
Where that pale many digited appendage went so too did his sights. He ran them up and down the quarians body. When the human stopped, to palm the quarians breast, to play those many fingers down her neck, to dip between her legs. Garrus stopped, to increase the pressure on his cock in the limited space he had to move, to flex his thighs making his shifting plates grind against each other, to roll his hips desperately against the air.
The human was getting tired of her little teasing game. She stepped out from behind the quarian and spun herself in front. With her back to him and in that tight black dress and heeled shoes Garrus wondered how he had ever thought humans unattractive.
This one was so tall and lithe, so bright and pale and dark in the most alluring of contrasts. But then the contrast was gone. Garrus watched the quarian put her hands on the human's shoulders and spin them both back into profile.
Her hands went to the human's neck, they closed in around it but came away with the cuff necklace she had been wearing. The quarian tossed it to the nearby sofa and slid a questing hand around the human's upper back. She gave a smile and thrust her chest forward.
The quarian didn’t acknowledge the human's behaviour and instead pulled her hand down. The tight dress came down with it. Falling away from the human bit by bit until she was in nothing but the shoes. She stepped out of the discarded fabric and turned briefly to the window.
The time she spent before it may not have lasted more than a few seconds but the sight burned itself into Garrus’ memory. Those little dots; absolutely everywhere begging to be traced and mapped. Spirits he’d do it with his tongue if he could.
There were many turians who professed a fondness for the sexual characteristic asari called breasts but Garrus had never seen the attraction.
Until now.
It turned out all this time it was blue breasts he didn’t care for. Because this human’s pale, and yes dotted even there, breasts were works of art. Rising from her chest like the rolling swell of a wave and crested with tight little pink nubs. The nubs were devoid of the markings that otherwise covered this human but for the sake of thoroughness Garrus decided he could not allow them to go unlicked. Dots or no dots.
Her musculature, stark on her slim frame drew the eye down from her chest across the flat plane of her stomach and inevitably down to her groin plates. Only she, being a human, did not have groin plates. Instead at the V of her thighs there was the most enticing little patch of bright orange.
He saw it only for a moment before the human moved but he longed to explore it. Would it feel the same as her fringe? Gentler? Coarser? How would it feel brushing against his mandibles?
His plates strained and it ached almost to the point of pain but he clenched back on his cock not willing to drop it just yet. He could feel the lubrication fluid pooling and starting to seep through into his under armour. But he was a professional, he didn’t lower his rifle. He kept his eye firmly to the scope.
His dedication was rewarded beyond his greatest imaginings. Not content to be the only one in a state of undress the human was stripping the quarian.
There were people on the Citadel who paid big money to watch quarians unsuit in poorly lit plexiglass boxes. He was lucky to be getting this show and, his hips bucked at the thought, more for free.
The human teased as she pulled the layers away. Her hands roaming the quarians body in undetermined, random sweeps and quick little grasps and pinches that kept her trembling before the window. Unsurprisingly it was a much more complex procedure and the human took her time.
She pulled the quarians hood back revealing the sturdy life support system connecting her helmet to her suit. This quarian had no doubt adapted to the human and the apartment to even consider removing her suit. But there was something darkly thrilling about the human potentially having the quarians life in her hands as she toyed with her.
They’d both be at his mercy if he were over there, Garrus thought hips jerking. And he wouldn’t be nearly as inclined to dally as this human.
Oh no. He’d have the quarian out of that suit and on his cock already and the human’s cunt against his face. That large sofa they were standing by looked up to the task of holding them.
The lubrication leaking from his plates was starting to flood his armour slippery and slick. It was getting especially hard to keep his cock from dropping. Any more of this and his plates would buckle from the pressure.
“Come on,” Garrus growled all predatory want.
Across the way the human stood back to the window blocking the quarian from view as she peeled her from her suit. It was a lovely back and the heels she was in did incredible things to her legs and ass but Garrus was getting impatient.
He was also getting a free show so did his best to try and keep himself in check.
A maddening amount of time later, that his visor claimed had only been a few minutes, the human stepped away. Leaving the quarian bare before the window. And by everything that had ever been worthy of a spirit she was beautiful.
She had a fringe like the humans but darker. Black as the depths of space and finer than the humans appeared to be. Dear spirits he wanted a line a nest with it. Her eyes shone from within like the brightest silver, she had a little nose and a mouth like humans and asari did. He wasn’t very good at determining the ages of aliens but he would guess she was younger than the human.
Her skin, never touched by the sun or natural air was nearly translucent. It looked delicate as paper and Garrus could see wires and sensors resting beneath the surface. Where the seal over her ribplate had been there was port embedded into the flesh.
He would have to be careful, careful not to tear that fragile skin with his talons or teeth. Careful to avoid the implants and wires. Unless, maybe, she liked that. The human wasn’t taking any extra care around them and the quarian didn’t seem to mind.
She had breasts too and the same little nubs the human did but hers were the same lilac as the morning sky. They grew darker however as they tightened under the human's touch. Going from light lilac to deep aubergine purple.
And her waist, spirits her waist.
His talons would touch if he were to hold her around the middle.
He pictured it in a moment of divine clarity; the quarian bent over her back to him and his talons locked around her waist holding her fast as he drove into her.
The thought was too much.
His cock dropped free from his plates in a surge of lubrication the likes of which he hadn’t produced since conscription. It strained, already hard to the point of pain against his armour and Garrus was forced to shuck the composite shell.
Nowhere near done with her the human pulled the quarian close and pressed her mouth against hers. Garrus had seen humans and asari do that before. Kissing, they called it. Garrus had never understood the appeal, when turians pressed foreheads they weren’t just initiating physical contact. They were sharing breath, sharing life. He had always thought kissing, which seemed to share nothing but saliva, an odd substitute. But watching the human and quarian kissing each other was incredibly arousing
He watched as the human and quarian fought with each other in the way all species had, in their own ways since ancient times. A familiar dance no matter the dancers. Their mouths crushed together and their bodies pressed and arched, hands teasing as they battled for dominance.
The human won.
She hefted the quarian as though she weighed nothing and deposited her on the piano.
Leaking more than just lubrication now Garrus repositioned his rifle, freeing one hand to attend to his weeping cock.
He timed his strokes to the human's movements. She knelt between the quarians arched legs and with her, not strange not unusual but beautiful hands, spread her pussy. Unlike the human’s there were no strands of black to match the ones on her head. Rather like the leaves of a fern, delicate fronds the same deep purple as her nipples fluttered.
They trembled like leaves in the breeze from nothing more than the human’s breath as she took her time admiring the view. Drops of moisture beaded like morning dew and the quarian arched and stuttered at the barest stimulation.
Just when Garrus, determined to match the human's movements no matter what, thought he was about to go mad with want; his cock straining begging to be touched, she leant in.
It was as though her touch were electric. The quarian spasmed as though she had been jolted, she threw her head back and wailed so loud Garrus swore he could hear it. The human however did not let up she, spurred on by her partners cries buried her head between her thighs and pressed her tongue deeper.
One of her hands snaked down her own body and sank between her legs. She ground herself down on it hips rocking in time with her licks.
And ,unbeknownst to her, also in time to Garrus’ strokes.
He felt strung out, taut and rigid clawing at his self-control as he willed himself not to come, not yet. The quarian canted her hips into the human's face, her own was lost in an expression of ecstasy.
He couldn’t keep this up, he’d been hard since this little game across the way had started, he needed to come. Needed it in the way he needed oxygen. Garrus felt certain in that moment that going without the former would be just as fatal as the latter.
The quarian came with a shriek that Garrus knew wasn’t just in his imagination. She went still atop the piano spent and wrung out. Absolutely beautiful.
The human still wasn’t done and Garrus knew that meant he wasn’t either.
She stood before the window, lower face glistening, practically dripping with the quarians juices. Idly she ran a finger across her jaw and bought it to her mouth to lick. The sight of that plump, pink tongue wrapping itself around her slim digit made his cock jump.
Then in a mirror of their earlier roles the quarian came up behind the human and wrapped an arm around her waist. She pushed her up against the window, locking her in place with one arm while the other quested between her legs. She stroked that little patch of hair before sliding her hand, a natural V, down to splay her open against the glass.
Garrus swore he stopped breathing, the only indication his heart was still beating was his cock throbbing in time with it.
Standing on tiptoes the quarian anchored her mouth to the side of the human's neck while her thumb danced across the little bud nestled between her lower lips. The human came with a scream and slumped against the window, her juices smudged the pane and that was it.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Cock heavy and churning Garrus came in long draining bursts. He came so completely his vision faded and it was all he could do to keep himself partially upright. He felt adrift in a warm see of nothing, seeing only stars, hearing only static.
Static.
That wasn’t the post orgasmic bliss talking. He actually heard static. Crackling through his visor. Someone on the comm channel.
Still completely spent Garrus half-heartedly repositioned himself into a more comfortable position before opening the line.
“So,” Drawled Shepard, “Was it good for you too?”
Pure unadulterated love shot through Garrus’ veins and he propped himself up to be able to look through the scope once more. Across the way in Anderson’s apartment Shepard lounged in one of the sleek reclining chairs. Conveniently angled towards the window.
Her cheeks were flushed and there was a bruise forming on her neck. She was naked but there wasn’t much to see as an equally naked Tali was curled in her lap. Sweetly nuzzling her while sending half lidded gazes out the window and smirking in a way that somehow looked innocent.
Dear spirits they were just so beautiful, there were no words in any language to describe how much he loved them. A contented rumbling purr vibrated through Garrus’ chest and he let it fuel the chuckle he gave over the comm.
“Incredible,” He told her.
Tali, angled close enough to Shepard to pick up the chatter, shook with a silent giggle. Inspired she arched her neck around to her other ear and whispered something. Shepard looked straight at him, he hadn’t told them where he’d set up but they knew him well enough to pin his preferred location and gave a sultry smirk.
“Tali thinks you cheated,”
What.
Cheated.
This wasn’t a game. Well, it was in a way but not the kind you could cheat at.
And as for the other definition of the word his translator was giving him. No. Never. He would never seek another as long as he lived, he wouldn’t even look. Shepard and Tali were it.
He’d build them a nest with his hands tied behind his back.
“And I think I agree with her,” Shepard continued. Hollowed out from his orgasm Garrus now felt cold.
“Afterall, it’s easy to keep your hands to yourself all the way over there. We wanna see how you handle it up close and personal,”
Oh?
Oh.
Relief flooded through him chasing the ice away and Garrus let out an amused trill.
“I think I’m up for the challenge.”
He was already getting hard again,
“That’s what we like to hear,” Shepard purred before disconnecting. Across the way she bought a hand to her mouth and blew him a kiss. Tali gave the most come hither look he’d ever seen and Garrus had no intention of disappointing her.
There was just one problem. How the hell was he supposed to make it down from this platform and across the strip with a straining erection?