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[b][u][center]Intergalactic Hazing Night

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by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Gerard Giovani had never particularly believed that Hazing Nights contributed anything to training anybody, but tonight, he was willing to make an exception to his beliefs that anyone participating should be kicked out. Not because he was getting a better lesson tonight, but rather, because of some of the others who were being put through it with him. Namely, Maulion Palados, one of the Turians assigned to this boring-ass base at the boring-ass end of the universe.

"Ready?" one of the 'officers' asked.

Gerard nodded, perhaps a little too quickly compared to the other human and the two Turians that were as naked as he was. The other four, the 'officers', were better dressed and were armed with tasers, each one ready to deliver a debilitating amount of electricity into them if they happened to get caught.

"Wonderful. You know the rules. Touch us with the dye-gloves without being seen and get back to the dorms, you win. Get caught, we tase you, and then leave you to be found tomorrow with a warning." The officer waggled a marker. "And you don't want to be found with 'I LOST THE GAME' written over your chest or, well, anywhere else when morning comes, do you?"

Gerard shook his head, as did the others. His eyes were already wandering, though, barely paying attention to the officer, and far more interested in the Turian to his left.

Maulion was not looking at him - carefully and intentionally or just incidentally, he wasn't sure - but he was getting a good eyeful of that bit of Turian meat. A decent bit of shaft was already showing from that slit down there, hanging down just enough to make him wonder how much else was hiding in there. It was a mystery that he hoped to figure out, one day.

"You have ten seconds to get to hiding, cadets."

"Ten -"

"Nine."

They scattered, running from the small clearing as fast as their feet could carry them. They had eight - seven seconds before the 'officers' would be chasing them, and unlike him and the rest of the prey, they had flashlights, reach, and no real consequences to being caught. It was just a game to them.

As the voice of their pursuers faded, Gerard made the executive decision to hide in a bush. Not because he was afraid or anything like that, but rather because he knew that the better decision would be to let the pursuers overtake him and keep chasing the others. It would mean that he could sneak by them later while they were tired, when they weren't so observant, and he was fresh rather than winded from running his ass off. He'd heard of it being a viable strategy from others that made it through the Hazing Nights, and he hoped that they were telling the truth. If not, he was going to have a very painful night.

He found a big enough bit of greenery and thrust himself under it, dragging himself forward until he was buried beneath the leaves. Thankfully, the grounds of the military base and the forest around it was kept well-watered, so the ground and the greenery didn't have the chance to go crazy on cutting his dick up or scraping his balls.

However, he wasn't the only one with the same idea.

He'd barely gotten comfortable, the dyed, glow-in-the-dark gloves carefully tucked under him, when another weight landed right on his back, pushing him into the earth. Grunting in shock and stifling the sound as best he could, he whipped his head around -

"Maulion?" he whispered.

"...Looks like we're of one mind."

"And very nearly one body, what with what you're grinding into me."

"Well, you clearly aren't following the brief very well, if you're getting found already."

"Funny, I thought the hunters were supposed to find me, not you."

"Well...I could make it a great deal more fun than the hunters would."

Gerard blinked as a smile slowly split his face. He chuckled, feeling the Turian slowly pressing a little closer to him.

"That so? I thought you were waiting for that girl back at the fleet."

"She can wait a little longer. It wasn't anything official just yet. And besides, I think that you're much better for me right now."

"Really? I think you'd better back that up."

"Maybe I will, after you back that ass up."

That was just what he wanted to hear. Not that he had been pining after Maulion or anything like that, but you go to the far end of the civilized part of the galaxy, surrounded by nothing but other humans and exotic Turians, [i]and[/i] you share the same showers with them for the last month, and he'd dare anyone to try and stay same-species in fantasy. Not that he knew what a Turian dick would feel like - hell, he hadn't even seen one hard yet - but he was going to get that experience tonight.

So, he rolled his ass back without a second thought, grinding into that Turian cock and feeling it sliding right between his cheeks. The hot nights here on the border planet meant that they'd both worked up a sweat just getting to the clearing, and that meant that he was more than ready for -

"Mmmph!" Gerard grunted.

"Too much?"

"Just...getting used to the different shape."

It was definitely not like the mushroom head that he'd tried with a toy or two. That one was more like a spike, something meant to pierce and penetrate and get into the depths of someone else as fast as possible. Thankfully, it was still blunted at the tip, but he could just tell that thing was going to hammer his prostate like no tomorrow.

"Don't make too much noice," Maulion said. "I don't know about you, but I'm not much of a fan of e-stim."

"Such a shame. I bet it'd make you cum harder than my ass will."

"I don't know. It is soft and pleasing."

"Heh, wait until you're insi-ide me fuck fuck fuck..."

It was a lot bigger than it looked, and while he was able to take it due to the shape and the sweat from running through the woods in the first place, it was still leaving him harshly stretched back there, and he huffed into the earth as he struggled to get used to that intense, burning sensation of his asshole being spread quite as wide as it was. He huffed into his gloves, aware that he was staining his face with the dye and not caring even a little bit.

Thankfully, the Turian on his back didn't start thrusting away. He waited a bit, arms around the human's chest and his eyes closed, and that was enough to allow him to calm down and let it settle. Not much, but something, and he'd take what he could get.

Finally, Maulion started moving. The slightly chitinous feeling of the cock inside him wasn't too bad after the first thrust, and though it still tugged on his rim from the sheer size of it, it was getting more tolerable. After the first thrust hit his prostate particularly hard and had him dripping into the plants below him, he was actually able to give it quite a pass, actually.

"Ah...ah..."

He had to bite his lips to keep the sounds from getting louder, but Maulion wasn't much better. For all the Turian's teasing, he seemed to be enjoying his taste of human ass as much as Gerard was getting off on sampling Turian cock. They didn't so much rock together as they bumped and ground, sliding against each other and occasionally pushing together that much more tightly. Every time that Maulion managed to get more than an inch of movement at once, they both moaned for it, and they both stiffened up, half-sure that they were going to get the attention of the officers. Considering what they were doing, the sudden shock of being electrocuted with the tasers might well be the least of their worries.

But it was so hard to keep those worries in mind when that cock felt [i]that[i] good. He hadn't thought that dick could feel that good; the toy had always left him wondering if he'd have to top to make it work, and that ass had looked so flat and plated, but -

Another thrust, and he had that thought scrambled. He huffed and puffed into his arms, feeling Maulion picking up the pace. They were both getting close, and his own cock was grinding through the undergrowth. A little uncomfortable, yes, but that shaft in his ass was more than good enough to suffer a little discomfort for. In, out, in, out, the soft plap-plap of sex getting louder and louder. He had to slow them down, but it felt too good to stop, and it was just that little bit more to go -

Crunch.

A twig broke just a few yards off and they both went still. He covered Maulion's mandibles and the Turian returned the favor, almost gagging him with those slender digits. They stared straight ahead as booted feet walked by, coming to a stop just ahead of their bush. The flashlight the officer carried swung this way and that, missing them by millimeters at times.

[i]Could we get him?[/i]

It was possible. Those boots were almost in reach, and if they could just grab him, they could take him out of the running. But if they missed, there was no coming back from it, and they'd be tased right there and then, likely to the point of unconsciousness. And even if they managed to grab him, the officer would see their 'fraternization', and that'd be all over the base by morning.

The thought made his dick hurt as he throbbed with need.

After what seemed like an eternity, the officer turned and walked away, driven on by the noise of something or other in the distance. Both 'prey' sagged with relief.

"That was too close," Maulion said.

"Close? You want to talk about close? My balls are turning blue here."

"You are not the only one, human."

"...Ugh. Not much point in finishing now, is there?"

"I would say that the mood is effectively ruined, yes."

"Damn." Gerard shook his head. "Raincheck?"

"If that is your human way of saying that you want to try this again sometime, then the answer is yes. Most definitely."

Well, at least he was getting something out of this night…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A human soldier has seen a rather attractive Turian in the buff, and has a chance with him during a hazing exercise.

Tags: M/M, Human, Turian, Mass Effect, Anal, Public, Nudity, Military, Military Exercises, Risky, Exhibitionism, Interspecies, Denial,