Teardrop [1/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:22:20 UTC
Previously: The Candidate on the meme: http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/2320.html?thread=4364048#t4364048 on FFN: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7383814/1/The_Candidate (the revised version) Garrus yawned so wide that he thought his mandibles would come off. He had gone through another boring, and what was worse, completely useless transcript from the staff meeting of Saren’s Virmire science team. They had salvaged only scraps of the vast amounts of data stored in the building-sized servers in the base; as much as they could take on their omni-tools. Mostly it was rubbish, but someone had to go through it and make sure there weren’t any gems of usable information among the piles of files regarding various mundane details of running such a massive operation
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Re: Teardrop [2/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:26:02 UTC
The video started with a close-up of Saren, adjusting the angle of the camera and checking it on a console that was barely visible to his left. Garrus’s muscles toned up in reaction to the face he’d learned to fear and hate. But this must have been taken many years ago; a quick glance at the file listing confirmed it: 2178. Saren looked a lot younger, and still quite… natural. There were no implants shining from his eyes and no obvious cybernetic grafts. He was wearing a simple white robe with a cobalt pattern, the open hood tucked behind his fore-plate. He blinked at the camera, and said, “One, two, three
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Re: Teardrop [3/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:29:27 UTC
Shepard would know.
Ridiculous. The last thing she needed right now was this sort of… this. He’d have to decide for himself. Should he watch, or should he just delete it? Delete the entire series?
Delete what he suspected was evidence of their… love?
Nobody loves him like I do.
Garrus wanted to shake the memory away but found that he couldn’t. Why the fuck did you have to go crazy, you mother-fucking barefaced son of a whore? Even after so many years, he still remembered the solemn respect, the… reverence in Nihlus’s voice when he spoke about Saren.
Professionally we don’t see eye to eye. But there’s this whole other side of him, which is… amazing.Perhaps… Perhaps the vid could offer insight of another nature. Insight into Saren’s personality. What did any of them really know about him? Other than the fact that he was fighting this indoctrination thing and apparently losing. Other than the fact that he was operating under the illusion, the delusion that he was working in the interest of his people. That was one thing Garrus could
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Re: Teardrop [4/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:31:18 UTC
Nihlus took a step forward and clasped his arms around Saren’s collar, nesting his face inside it. Saren returned the gesture with a delay, and relaxed into the contact only after several long breaths, breaths Garrus counted, for they were his own
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Re: Teardrop [5/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:34:42 UTC
Saren allowed Nihlus to cup his cheek, and after a momentary hesitation, leaned into it. Nihlus pressed close, then, and their foreheads touched. The unnamable mixture of envy, embarrassment, sadness and arousal stirred within Garrus again. He had been with many men and women during his career as both a soldier and a cop, but he had never done… that. He frowned at yet another spike in his heart rate displayed shamelessly on his visor. It felt incredibly wrong to watch, but it was infinitely more wrong to be turned on by it. And yet, there he was
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Re: Teardrop [6/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:37:38 UTC
Nihlus was studying Saren’s back; looking, touching, frowning. “I don’t get it. Why do you need more? I mean, I don’t know the first thing about biotics, but even I know the effects of amps don’t add up like that.”
“Don’t need them.” Nihlus wasn’t in position to see it, but Saren closed his eyes. “They are redundant. Can be linked externally to form a basic bio-feedback loop
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Re: Teardrop [7/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:42:48 UTC
“Spirits, how I love your taste,” Nihlus breathed, taking the tip of the horn into his mouth and sucking on it in a slow, dazed rhythm. The sounds of breathing, long, violent exhales, filled the cabin of the Mako and Garrus realized with dismay that they belonged to him. Saren was rumbling in quiet tones of seduction, turning his head to allow, no, to demand that the same attention be given to the tips of his fringe-blades. Nihlus let go of the horn with a grunt of reluctance, but complied. He gave each blade a long, teasing lick starting on the back of the head and ending at the top, where he’d pause to suck on the tip. But then his hands went down Saren’s chest and waist and between his legs, thumbs tracing the edges of the growing seam. Saren’s rumbling turned into a low-pitched moan, and Garrus sat up straight, struggling against his own arousal. Little good did that do; he could see everything, every confident motion of Nihlus’s thumbs as he coaxed Saren into opening up for him. Saren seemed to enjoy the game of holding back as
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Re: Teardrop [8/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:45:29 UTC
But before Nihlus could attempt the feat, Saren slid down on his knees and ran his tongue along the seam of Nihlus’s pubic plates. Nihlus sucked in a ragged breath, looking down.
“Open for me, Nihlus.”
“Mmmhh… why should I?”
Now he was apparently very good in the holding-back game
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Re: Teardrop [9/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:53:45 UTC
He sat there, breathing, thinking, for more than a few minutes, looking from the paused video, over the Mako controls, over the fake leather on the seats - it was already peeling off - over his knees that were jerking from a time to time ever so slightly, as if he were freezing, up to his hands, resolutely crossed on his chest, and back to the video. The whirlpool of ill-defined feelings inside him crystallized mostly into a vague sensation of sickness. And then there was the sad, yet undeniable erection that just wouldn’t go away despite the fat lump in his dry throat
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Re: Teardrop [10/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:57:27 UTC
“Tell me, Saren,” Nihlus breathed. “Tell me what you want.”
In the way of answer, Saren slid a hand down, and around them both, and with each stroke, touched the tip of Nihlus’s tongue with his own. It was an effective way to shut Nihlus up, but soon it became too much and he pushed Saren by the shoulders. “Tell me,” he insisted. “Tell me or I’ll come right now.”
Saren’s mandibles flicked in a smile and he let go. “Unacceptable,” he whispered.
“Come on, Saren,” Nihlus said between kissing Saren’s mouth and chin. “Can’t you just… tell me?”
“You know what I want.”
Again they became entangled in an embrace that could physically get closer only by that one ultimate increment.
“Yeah, but I want to hear it.”
“Why?”
“It turns me on,” Nihlus exhaled. “Feel that?”
“Mmmh. Yes.”
“It’s what happens when I imagine you say it
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Re: Teardrop [11/11]
anonymous
January 5 2012, 17:58:46 UTC
Garrus averted his eyes in equal parts shame and exhaustion, but also to allow them some privacy as they disengaged. When he glanced up again, they were leaning on the kitchen counter; this time around, Saren was below, and Nihlus was resting on him, sounds of breathing slowly drowning in the background noise
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Re: Teardrop [11/11]
anonymous
January 6 2012, 14:14:32 UTC
Hehe, thank you. :)
And yeah. I'm pretty much your typical attention whore. A bit ashamed of deanoning as the author on that one occasion, but I wasn't fluent with meme etiquette back then. Nowadays I just leave "discrete" links to my ffn. :D
Oh. My. Sweet. Spirits. How do you do that how do you make things incredibly sexy and incredibly tragic at the same time you must teach me master i will forever be in your debt for ever and ever and ever and oh man Garrus was the one who broke my heart because seeing this is so merciless on his emotions and Nihlus was just so sweet and caring i could hug him in a crush or vice versa and Saren
*sobs*
So that's what happened to his corpse, in the end.
on the meme: http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/2320.html?thread=4364048#t4364048
on FFN: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7383814/1/The_Candidate (the revised version)
Garrus yawned so wide that he thought his mandibles would come off. He had gone through another boring, and what was worse, completely useless transcript from the staff meeting of Saren’s Virmire science team. They had salvaged only scraps of the vast amounts of data stored in the building-sized servers in the base; as much as they could take on their omni-tools. Mostly it was rubbish, but someone had to go through it and make sure there weren’t any gems of usable information among the piles of files regarding various mundane details of running such a massive operation ( ... )
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Ridiculous. The last thing she needed right now was this sort of… this. He’d have to decide for himself. Should he watch, or should he just delete it? Delete the entire series?
Delete what he suspected was evidence of their… love?
Nobody loves him like I do.
Garrus wanted to shake the memory away but found that he couldn’t. Why the fuck did you have to go crazy, you mother-fucking barefaced son of a whore? Even after so many years, he still remembered the solemn respect, the… reverence in Nihlus’s voice when he spoke about Saren.
Professionally we don’t see eye to eye. But there’s this whole other side of him, which is… amazing.Perhaps… Perhaps the vid could offer insight of another nature. Insight into Saren’s personality. What did any of them really know about him? Other than the fact that he was fighting this indoctrination thing and apparently losing. Other than the fact that he was operating under the illusion, the delusion that he was working in the interest of his people. That was one thing Garrus could ( ... )
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“Don’t need them.” Nihlus wasn’t in position to see it, but Saren closed his eyes. “They are redundant. Can be linked externally to form a basic bio-feedback loop ( ... )
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“Open for me, Nihlus.”
“Mmmhh… why should I?”
Now he was apparently very good in the holding-back game ( ... )
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In the way of answer, Saren slid a hand down, and around them both, and with each stroke, touched the tip of Nihlus’s tongue with his own. It was an effective way to shut Nihlus up, but soon it became too much and he pushed Saren by the shoulders. “Tell me,” he insisted. “Tell me or I’ll come right now.”
Saren’s mandibles flicked in a smile and he let go. “Unacceptable,” he whispered.
“Come on, Saren,” Nihlus said between kissing Saren’s mouth and chin. “Can’t you just… tell me?”
“You know what I want.”
Again they became entangled in an embrace that could physically get closer only by that one ultimate increment.
“Yeah, but I want to hear it.”
“Why?”
“It turns me on,” Nihlus exhaled. “Feel that?”
“Mmmh. Yes.”
“It’s what happens when I imagine you say it ( ... )
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Bawling like a baby here.
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And yeah. I'm pretty much your typical attention whore. A bit ashamed of deanoning as the author on that one occasion, but I wasn't fluent with meme etiquette back then. Nowadays I just leave "discrete" links to my ffn. :D
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My.
Sweet.
Spirits.
How do you do that how do you make things incredibly sexy and incredibly tragic at the same time you must teach me master i will forever be in your debt for ever and ever and ever and oh man Garrus was the one who broke my heart because seeing this is so merciless on his emotions and Nihlus was just so sweet and caring i could hug him in a crush or vice versa and Saren
*sobs*
So that's what happened to his corpse, in the end.
I... think I may love you, dear author anon.
~OP
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