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The currents were always as tricky when landing on the ship, turning each movement into a dangerous swerve whenever a gust hit you sideways or frontward. It was close to fighting a tempest, but the Turian's firm steering kept the vehicle hovering above the tiny hole in the hull leading to the hangar bay, a crawlspace compared to the Citadel's parking bays.

Yet, he managed to secure his movements enough to land inside and be welcomed by the dusty and familiar walls, interwoven with cables, displays, and connection panels in case one of the many ship components was to break.

And it happened often.

“I'm here," suddenly called Garrus Vakarian by reaching for his visor. As expected, only a faint shadow appeared on display on his left eye, completed by a raspy breath and calculated words.

“Good. Come report to me, and don't make us wait."

Sharp, cold words. Even after months, Garrus still fidgeted when he heard them. The voice's eerie nature, the cold calculus, the purposeful inflections made by someone acutely attuned to the Turians' vocabulary. It sent a shiver from his plate atop his head to his crest, spine, and down his sinewy body.

Yet, he moved and strutted onward while passing the other “employees" swarming the ship. They were all rushing to handle his ship and fix the passage through Hagalaz's atmosphere. Contrary to him, they wore helmets and hid their faces even in the presence of Garrus. Their sleek armor moved without a hint of noise, and even the natural sheen of a shield seemed muted.

In comparison, the bare-faced Turian looked like an oddity with his full-body armor bearing C-Sec colors. His gear was aging but perfectly adapted to his “mission"… Though Garrus wasn't one to enjoy it, being a crook had never been his thing. Keeping a straight face, smiling, lying, helping more agents to plant themselves within the citadel.

But… It was for a reason. He would even say a Hell of a good reason as he ascended the steps leading to the Shadow Broker's private office.

Lania, an Asari who had tried her best to hide her identity, welcomed him with a nod by the reception desk while he started to undo the straps of his armor right by a rack.

“We have received the data," she nudged in, her hidden face focused on a display holo. There had been a hella lot of documents downloaded this time. But nobody asked Garrus anymore, not after he had saved the Citadel from the Reapers with Shepard's help.

“I know," he mumbled. If his gray face plates, giving him a slightly bestial appearance, could turn red from shame, they would. But no, their sole color was his homeworld's paint marks… Which he didn't feel he deserved them.

“You have almost expunged your debt," Lania confirmed… Though Garrus sighed.

He sighed as he pulled back the final front of his armor and exposed the plates covering most of his form. Whereas Humans and Asaris were soft, with a skin that could break easily, Turians had… Well, a more reinforced body with densely-knit muscles supporting it. There were no excessive details with his lean figure. Yet, he turned his head and torso away from the Asari, almost ashamed, while the under armor was peeled away.

“Three more runs should be enough."

Garrus hissed internally; three more runs weren't enough for him. But he nodded, peeling the last layer covering his body and… Well, what was between his legs. He looked at it, looked at the clean stainless steel, and exhaled.

“I'll do my best."

“The Shadow Broker is generous," added the Asari as she pushed a button. The Turian progressed towards the airlock, separating the commons from the Shadow Broker's quarters.

He didn't dare to say the reason the Shadow Broker was generous came not from the quality of Garrus's data, or his implication in the citadel… But from a mere powerplay.

One he even started to hear when the door in front of him unlocked, and he was welcomed with an icy gust and sounds. Moans, clapping, groans, and whispers. Garrus sucked in some air and composed himself a mask as he approached the main room and where was the Broker's office.

To the whole Galaxy, the Shadow Broker was an unknown figure. A sort of puppetmaster everyone coined as a part of their own species. Humans saw a shrewd interlocutor weaving lies and truths, Asaris encountered a persuasive talker whose points made the most recalcitrant advisor bend, Turians spoke of a rigid and vigorous superior, Krogans had an alpha… Every species saw a part of themselves in the Shadow Broker.

But the truth was different. No Human, Asari, Turian, Krogan, Elcor, or anything.

He was a Yahg.

A recently discovered species, as Garrus had searched through, with a keen propensity to violence and torment. But that one was not a barbaric animal cutting scientists to tiny bits. He was a cold, calculating bastard with a flurry of eyes, a large face completed by a triangular mouth, horns, and white markings all over his face.

Plus, he was as big as a Krogan, if not slightly more.

“Welcome home, Garrus Vakarian," he said with that same tranquil voice, rumbling while ignoring the elephant in the room.

“I am here. Do you need a report?" answered Garrus, swallowing his saliva and pride by looking at the ground and not listening to the nearby moans and groans.

“That's fine. Take a seat while I free my favorite whore."

Again, the Turian swallowed while his composure nearly broke. But he approached the nearest sofa, placed by the Broker's desk, and finally looked up.

Finally, the Broker had taken his decision about the mammary implants, and those perky tits were bouncing and swaying as the attaches were unmade. The scaled skin had adapted, not showing any signs of rejects, and their shapes were… Well, something Garrus had sometimes appreciated them from the Asaris and Humans.

But it felt both indecent and wrong on Urdnot Wrex, on a Krogan.

Almost a year ago, Wrex and Garrus had started something together. A sort of fling despite the distance and the differences, both cultural and biological. Something Garrus had hoped to live and enjoy… Not to see broken after they got roped in a nasty encounter with the Shadow Broker. Garrus would erase his debt, while Wrex served as collateral.

And… What a collateral Wrex was.

Nothing remained of the pragmatic, sour, and yet pleasant, for his species, Krogan. Same as his armor. Remained then a monster of scales and reinforced plates, whose body was slowly contorted and turned from a standard Krogan male to… Something else. Plump breasts comparable to jugs, swollen belly stretching the reinforced plates, wide comely thighs, bouncy ass, and… Caged genitals.

That wasn't enough, though, as Garrus watched the blindfold and slimy ballgag Wrex had been outfitted while hanging above the ground like a mere fucktoy in the Shadow Broker's office, a trophy.

“Do you appreciate my last modifications? If you want, we can renegotiate a deal. Your data is near useless to me," commented the Shadow Broker, his massive body as naked as the other two. More than that, his slit had opened up to reveal a monster of a cock with a wide tip completed by three spines extending from the corona. The purple dick had some sort of plates all over it. Its flesh coiled, making it look closer to an artificial organ than something natural.

“I won't give up on him," answered Garrus Vakarian, swallowing back his saliva and trying not to say too much… Nor to reveal how he was wet between his legs; even the sofa was getting damp.

“As you see fit, but he has already given up on you," retorted the Yahg, reaching for the blindfold and the ballgag.

First, Wrex's eyes appeared unfocused and rolling while he attempted to focus on something within the room... then on Garrus. But his focus, his expression, was... wrong. He didn't scowl or anything, not anymore.

Then, the ballgag disappeared, too, releasing the jaw and the smooth, rubbery black teeth Wrex had and used to slur.

“Hey, Cuck," he said in such a loving and caring tone—romantic if not for the insult. “Are you here to help me?"

Garrus gulped. If he didn't, he would have made this for nothing. So, he nodded while he watched the purple-scaled hand cup one of those brown tits and lift them, grabbing the swollen teat at the tip and pinching them. But it didn't seem to make Wrex react. Instead, he smiled.

“Yes… I'm here to help you, Wrex. I'll get you out, somehow," admitted Garrus, repeating everything he said. But his faith was wavering, especially with the Yahg slipping behind and guiding Wrex forward.

With a closer eye, Garrus saw the slight tension within Wrex's comely body and the trickle of precum coming from his cage. Just a streamlet, droplets that kept dropping from the cage shaped to resemble a Krogan's face. Similar to what Garrus had been forced to wear for all that time…. Both were caged, though in different ways.

And even now, both Wrex's red cock and Garrus's blue one were constrained and dripping within their respective bound.

He breathed, exhaled, then approached his mouth toward Wrex's caged cock and quads. His lips plates weren't so adapted to blowjobs and such. But he had a long, thin, and prehensile blue tongue. One that could easily coil, slip… And yes, plunge within the fake krogan mouth to meet with Wrex's cock. He had learned to enjoy the prickling taste despite the chemical difference, as well as the rough perfume. He foretasted what would follow: the Krogan's precum, salty and acidic, followed by the semen he had to spit back despite its strange and tickling taste. Even though it wouldn't come anymore. He imagined its savor while his tongue swirled around the swollen and purplish urethra. Before he plunged within… He forced his tongue right within the orifice. He pushed inside, tasted the urea with a strong flavor…. And continued, pressing his tongue and head forward until he felt Wrex's belly against his plate and crest. He… Exhaled.

“He's here. You can take me, hubby," said the Krogan above, his voice almost muffled when it started. In the first place, Garrus could see and feel everything. He noticed the Krogan's feet below, going on their toes. Then he noticed the clenching around the blue tongue, then the sigh. All those signs came directly in echo to the movement behind Wrex. More than that, he could feel them through his skull, as well as the moans.

Those moans he had yearned to hear and produce on his own... but it didn't seem to be like that.

With a quick glance, Garrus tried to look above, only to have his sight blocked by the belly's shadow. And even if it wasn't there, he could only see the distended brown scales as well as the words “Shadow Broker Bitch" inked onto them. Another of the Broker's choices while Garrus was away and… Working.

The Turian lowered his eyes then, imagining facing the perfect imitation of Wrex's face and mouth while he lodged his tongue deeper, made it swirl and turn like when they kissed together after a long, rough night… He imagined it was his Lover's caress when he cupped his own asscheeks, bare and exposed, and it was the prodding love when he started to circle around that turian hole.

He tried to forego his reality, but for a second as he inserted a digit within himself, finding the flexible asshole open up with ease while he plunged a digit… Then another… Then, a third, and started to massage it without any lube.

He clenched his eyes shut, imagining sharing a bed with Wrex while being fingerblasted by the old stud… And was caught back when he was hit.

It wasn't a direct hit or smack. But he felt the Yahg's hardened dick hit him from below the skin as the massive Shadow Broker started to fuck Wrex. That alien was massive, girthy, and hung like a monster… And Garrus could sense whenever the man inserted himself within Wrex. Not only from the changes…

But yes, by getting hit.

His crest and head were placed right at a good angle and in a good position to be hit by the man as he fucked his lover. Each time the Shadow Broker hit the Krogan's prostate, each time he stole a cry from Wrex… Each time, he smacked Garrus' head.

Garrus who, in return, had to push his head back to keep his tongue in position. Again… Again… Again.

It wasn't lovely, it wasn't calm, it wasn't a love-driven fucking. It was a rough breeding, a brutal pummeling ending with Garrus having to endure the hit while, above, his former lover screamed his soul out.

He heard and listened to how Wrex loved that enormous Yahg dick. How nothing could please him more than Master Shadow broker's cock. How he could never return to Turians or Krogans dicks. How happy he was to have become his bitch.

Garrus's heart sank in his chest, his shame all the more obvious when he was reminded of it through the physical abuse… And yet, he kept pushing his fingers against his prostate, finding the small spot Wrex had helped him discover, appreciate, and love.

Like the Yahg pummeled Wrex's tight spot, Garrus pressed it… He squeezed it, massaged it, poked it until the wave of pleasure picked up. He continued, hitting again and again, yet pushing back against Wrex's flabby belly.

Garrus groaned and moaned while he couldn't say a word, drowned in the pain, pleasure, and shame under the flurry of insults from Wrex. Tiny dicked Turian, inferior slut, soon to be extinct, Garrus Shrimp-dicked, Garrus the puny.

The words continued to harass and assault him until…. Until came a cry.

Right away, Garrus advanced and tried to form a seal against the cock cage as he pulled his tongue out and gorged himself on the water-like liquid spurting from the hole. It had no flavor, no texture… It was akin to water Garrus drank from the tap despite the regular assault on his face. He felt the burn under his face plates… He knew he would be sore and in pain… But he kept his head steady while he gave his prostate a firm squeeze, one last squeeze… And blew his load on the ground in a muffled scream.

Finally… It came to a stop.

Garrus panted and sighed when he heard the sloshing, feeling the added weight against his crest. Even the warmth radiating from Wrex's belly as he plopped his mouth free and sighed… The Turian was spent and exhausted, yet he managed to pull his fingers out so he could grab Wrex's thighs and lean against them.

“Good work, Agent Vakarian," said the Shadow Broker with his low booming voice. “I'm generous. I'll erase your debt in four runs."

With a sigh, pressing his head against Wrex's belly and the Yahg's pulsating dick below, Garrus sighed.

“Thank you… For your generosity."