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Shepard considered it a mission well done. Horizon was clear of collectors and those bug bastards had taken a large hit to one of their ships, granted, they had most if not all of the colonist from the planet – but the scar covered commander couldn’t bring himself to care all too much for some people he didn’t even know.
It served them right. Every single one. When he had been with the Alliance, he had tried to warn everyone about the impending dangers that would threaten the galaxies, but no one listened, and now here he was trying to save these people. Honestly, it was pathetic. If it wasn’t for the fact that he owed the Illusive Man, who had asked him to come out here, then he wouldn’t have bothered.
Shepard was contemplating returning to the Normandy-SR2, his squad having already gone back per his request as he didn’t need them anymore, leaving him to look around the colonist’s homes. Well, it wasn’t like they would be needing any of their stuff anymore being trapped inside a collector’s ship.
Besides, he was looking for a certain something…
Jackpot. He found a decent sized bottle of lube in a draw and grinned. If there was one thing that he didn’t like about Cerberus it was the lack of a personal touch, if you will, and how his cabin had nothing of use when certain needs arise.
And fuck, Shepard hadn’t cracked one off since he had been brought back from the dead. With everything he was having to put up with to save everyone, he deserved some tender loving care, even if it was just from the use of his hand and an overreactive imagination. It had to be better than nothing.
It was when he walked out of the small home, deciding that yes, he would return to his ship and head straight up to his cabin to get his hand reacquainted with his dick, that he spotted it. Or rather, who, a poor slender individual who hadn’t been taken by the Collectors but was very much still paralyzed.
Instantly, he knew who it was even with his back turned towards him, and honestly, he figured it out from seeing the man’s ass. Remembering many times where he had stared at the perfectly round piece of flesh, wondering what it would be like to slap, hell, most often he would be curious of how it would feel to be buried within it.
“Lieutenant Alenko,” Shepard smirked devilishly as he strolled up to the incapacitated being who could do nothing but move his eyes to the side which widened in shock. Then he thought for a moment, he had heard from the Illusive man that Kaidan had gone up a few ranks since the original Normandy had been broken apart, what was he now? “Oh, sorry. Staff Commander Alenko.”
He huffed. They all knew how Kaidan went up through the ranks, it was, after all, unusual for a human biotic to make it far in the Alliance without…help.
“Still getting fucked by Anderson, huh?” Shepard slapped his ass harshly. “Or is it Udina now? Hell, maybe even Hackett’s had a piece of you.”
As he came to face him full on, he couldn’t help but think that the biotic had very pretty eyes, as well as a pretty mouth, plump bottom lip that was perfect for biting, and just damn, everything on him was beautiful.
It was sad that such a pretty boy would be sent out to a place like this, Shepard knew he was more than a capable soldier, even if he had to fuck his way to the top just to get somewhere in his career – a shame, but that’s the way it was for people like him - yet he couldn’t help but think that Kaidan would be much better off with his head down and ass up in his bed.
Shepard could certainly picture Kaidan in nothing but the best silk, jewellery, whatever his heart desired as long as he worshiped the ground that he walked upon. Which most did. He was positive that if he could give him a higher rank in the Alliance then the man would have already jumped into bed with him, before he got spaced, that was.
“You know why I saved you on Virmire, Alenko?” Shepard couldn’t help but run a hand down the side of Kaidan’s face, enjoying the fear and uncertainty that had crept into his honey brown orbs, no doubt still in shock from seeing the multiple scaring upon the commander’s face and his eyes of red. And that he had somehow come back from the dead, of course, that would surprise most people.
“I saved you so you would thank me the only way you know how,” to add meaning to his words he reached around and squeezed his backside. “But I guess I couldn’t give you those promotions you wanted so badly, hm?”
Shepard pondered how long the paralysation would work for but figured it didn’t matter.
Taking hold of Kaidan’s weapon, which had been tightly clutched in his hands, Shepard pried it from his grasp, loving how easy it was to manipulate his body, putting the safety on before he flung it down to the ground. Last thing he wanted was for the barrier holding the biotics’ form to finally disappear and get shot.
He had to admit, he was fond of how Kaidan’s eyes would wearily follow every movement he made, no doubt putting him more on edge as he circled around to stand behind the other. Orbs no longer able to see what he was doing.
It was a powerful feeling.
“So, I think I might just take my reward for heaving your ass out of there now. Better late than never.” The Commander whispered into his ear. If he wasn’t frozen in place, then he would have been shivering.
It was a pity that such a skin-tight suit had to be removed, it left little to the imagination, and Shepard could only assume that whoever Kaidan had fucked to get his most recent promotion had insisted that he wear such a thing. It certainly came off easily. Whoever it was had good tastes.
It slipped down broad shoulders; arms stuck without a gun to hold uselessly at his side as the suit was lowered inch by inch.
For a soldier, his body was smooth, practically hairless, well looked after unlike Shepard’s rougher flesh. He guessed that Kaidan had to keep himself nice and…supple. The fabric finally fell over the other male’s ass, of course he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, Shepard doubted there was room to move much let alone have other clothing beneath it. Hell, he wasn’t complaining.
Now came the most difficult decision Shepard had to make; what position did he want the slender biotic in?
He could easily bend Kaidan over, spread his ass cheeks and have his way with him, but that was too…impersonal. No, Shepard wanted Alenko to remember this. He wanted him to witness everything being done to him with those pretty eyes.
And so, with a quick swipe of his foot into the back of Kaidan’s legs, the staff commander plummeted backwards to the ground with a heavy thud, the paralyzing barrier doing little to take the damage. Now stuck on his back.
Shepard made little work of confiscating the rest of the suit from his legs and chucking it away, leaving Kaidan completely nude apart from his dog tags, and if he wasn’t already half hard then he would be from the sight alone of such a beautiful body.
Kaidan could make millions of credits if he worked at a place like Afterlife, selling his body for all to see and feel, he would probably secretly enjoy it too.
Spreading his legs as wide as they would go, Shepard reached up and grasped Kaidan’s neck, lifting his head so he could look down and see what was happening to him. As soon as he removed his hands he was locked into place, unable to close his eyes as a small murmur escaped his throat, knowing full well he could do little else but watch.
Shepard questioned briefly if anyone had fucked Kaidan this way or whether he was simply used to bending over and thinking of that higher rank.
Deciding it was time to remove his own armour, Shepard kept it very minimum, taking off his gloves and the codpiece so he could just unzip the bodysuit beneath to release his hardening length. He wasn’t sure how long he would have with Kaidan before the rest of the Alliance came along, so it was best to keep things brief.
There was another little noise that came from Kaidan, who had a blush setting into his cheeks as he watched what Shepard was doing, and the Commander would be lying if he said that those sounds were not a turn-on. Whether they were mumbled protests or moans of anticipation he did not care.
Taking the lube that he had retrieved earlier, Shepard squeezed a fair amount onto his hand, rubbing his fingers into it. With ease, he was able to slide his long digits into the abused passageway, scoffing at how easily Kaidan’s body welcomed something inside of him even with his muscles being captive.
“Not your first fuck of the day, Kaidan?” Of course, it wasn’t, and he smirked at how timid the biotic looked in that moment.
Though he wouldn’t need much prep, Shepard continued to work his fingers in and out, dragging over the bundle of nerves that he found easily, being with a man wasn’t a new thing for him and he knew how to please when he wanted to.
“Mhmmmph…” Came the extended moan from Kaidan who was still very much frozen and unable to open his mouth.
Shepard doubted that he would often get pleasure out of bending himself over willingly, so perhaps this was a new sensation for him, and from the quickened breathing he knew he was right. In a way it was a shame that he was paralyzed – he could imagine Kaidan rolling his hips to meet each press of his prostate.
More strained moaning.
Shepard would have loved to milk his prostate, torture him with the feelings he could give him, it would be so easy to make him come undone with such an act that he wasn’t able to get away from.
Yet he wasn’t here for Kaidan’s pleasure. Slipping his fingers out, hearing a disgruntled noise of disappointment, or maybe that was in his head, he was quick to cover his throbbing member in a thick amount of lube.
Time to claim his reward for saving such a whore. Once on Virmire and now on Horizon, Alenko was raking up quite a debt.
Maybe Shepard should have worked on stretching him a little longer, even though he had clearly been fucked already, there was a vast difference between the hefty cocks that had been in his ass and the loud whine almost made him feel bad as he pushed his way through the ring of muscle.
Almost.
There was no way for Kaidan to relax himself against the intruding member, Shepard figured, but that didn’t stop him from pushing himself all the way in. Burying himself deep inside like he had wanted to do since meeting the raven-haired male.
Whether it was due to those little noises he was making or simply because he wanted to feel those lips against his own, Shepard leaned up and kissed him, nipping at his lower lip as he roughly thrust his hips to cause friction between them.
Fuck.
Kaidan felt amazing.
Shepard knew it wouldn’t be long for him, each thrust getting more and more radical as time went on, heavy panting as he marvelled at those honey brown orbs unable to look away or be closed.
When Shepard came, he came hard, burying himself to the hilt within Kaidan. Teeth baring down harshly enough to draw blood from the side of his neck, sucking and nipping at the area until it bruised perfectly. A mark of ownership. Claiming him, in a way. Showing whoever came next that this little slut had already been thoroughly fucked.
With a groan of disappointment from himself at having to pull out, he slowly put himself away and put his gear on, grinning down at Kaidan. “You know, it’s a shame I can’t take you with me, but if I did, I would have the entire Alliance breathing down my neck because I took their favourite cock sleeve.”
As if on que, Alliance shuttles came down onto Horizon, ruining the moment.
“Ugh. Guess that’s my que to leave.” Shepard grumbled. Yet as he took one last look at Kaidan, who still hadn’t come out of the Collectors paralysation, he couldn’t help but smirk, thinking that he would give them a welcoming present.
By the time he was done, Kaidan was placed on his hands and knees, legs spread, ass in the air, revealing cum dripping from his hole, his mouth was wide open waiting for an intruder, and the bottle of lube that the commander had found was balanced on his lower back in case someone wanted to use it.
The perfect spit-roast.
“…Shep…ard…” Kaidan tried to talk, his voice breaking from how far his mouth had been stretched open, eyes looking at him almost pleadingly.
“Don’t worry,” Shepard ran his thumb over Kaidan’s bottom lip like a lover would. “Next time I’ll use that pretty little mouth of yours myself.”
And with that, Shepard walked away, ignoring the taunt cries of protest coming from the trapped male. Perhaps saving the galaxy had its perks. And maybe, just maybe, he would see that pretty boy again sometime…