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Explosions didn’t make for ideal cover, but Oscar used it as best he could. It wasn’t like the Eclipse mercs on his tail were going to be shooting when they were dodging around unpredictable fireballs, after all.

[i]Would be better if I could aim those biotic blasts easier,[/i] he thought as he rounded a couple of crates, wincing as several hyper-accelerated shots impaled themselves in the containers around him. [i]Yep, definitely would be easier. Should have brought a barrier or something.[/i]

Not that it would have done much good against the yellow-armored mercs and their mechs. They were already hot on his tail after he blew up the Red Sand that they’d been stockpiling, and they’d be catching up before too much longer. The only reason they hadn’t already was because of all the damage he’d done with the first big boom, scattering them around and setting off fires all over their stockpile. Once they got that taken care of –

A flicker of movement on his left. Oscar whipped around, his hand already coming up, and a blur of biotic energy caught the approaching Salarian before he could raise his weapon. Not much, barely spinning him backwards, but the human didn’t have the time to try and fight everyone. All he could do was slow them down.

His boots clicked hard on the warehouse floor, carrying him past crates of weapons, drugs, and probably some stasis-bound slaves, considering what these assholes were trading. Oscar didn’t dare turn to take care of any of them; the shots flying over his head and around him were too close.

Around another corner, and a third, and a fourth, taking random directions in hopes of losing the mercs before they could follow him. He had no idea where he was going, and just hoped that he was heading in the general direction of the exit.

Lobbing another burst of biotic energy over his shoulder and nearing a bunch of crates fall to the ground, Oscar smirked. Hopefully that’d catch at least someone under them, as well as block the path for a little while…

After a dozen hard turns and a few forced back-tracks when he reached a dead end, the human finally found his way out of the warehouse. He slipped out of the door and kept on running, the few working lights in this part of Omega making it hard to see. But with all the Eclipse still looking for him in the warehouse –

Another flicker, and this time he was too slow. A two-fingered hand grabbed him by the shoulder, and before he could pull out a knife, he was yanked into an alley and slammed against a wall. Oscar grunted as the air was knocked out of his lungs, only to gasp as knife-like fingers wrapped around his throat.

[i]Vorcha,[/i] he thought even before the slit-eyed creature stepped forward, the three holes on its head above those slit-pupiled eyes marking it as clearly as anything. [i]Fuck…done in by a fucking Vorcha…[/i]

It wasn’t one of the street gangs, either. This one was a merc. Not Blood Pack, either, from the armor. One of the cannon fodder guys that the Eclipse were pulling in, lately.

The Vorcha chuckled, pressing its free hand to a communicator on the side of its head.

“Haaaaaa, got something out here, something good.”

“[i]Dealing with difficulties in the warehouse. Take it in for later.[/i]”

“Noooo, no difficulties. Need back-up. Need –”

Oscar heard a click, and the Vorcha did, too. They both turned, seeing a Turian at the end of the alley. A Turian, it turned out, who had a very big gun.

“Now, what do we have here? A Vorcha that’s trying to stick its neck out of the sewer holes?”

“Aaaaah! Get out, Gavorn! Not your place! This our territory!”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

BANG!

The Vorcha’s head was knocked clean off by the shot, and it fell limp to the ground. Oscar gasped for breath, holding his hand to his throat, checking for any serious injuries. Thankfully, there weren’t any. He was lucky. Often, those fingers could puncture someone’s neck with a grasp like that, and considering how infected most of those species were…

“Judge, and executioner.”

“Thanks,” Oscar grunted. “Any…reason for the help?”

“Two reasons, really.”

The Turian stepped into the alley, kicking the Vorcha’s body over. It didn’t move, but the communicator light on its head cast enough illumination for Oscar to see his rescuer properly. He blinked.

[i]Huh…Captain Gavorn. Who’d have thought he’d be leaving Afterlife this early?[/i] he thought. [i]Then again, maybe it’s just because of the –[/i]

“One, I’m tired of seeing these pestilent little things running around Omega.”

Gavorn kicked the body again.

“Second, I was grabbing a few things for Aria before I heard the explosions. Quite the show, human.”

“I do what I can.”

“Heh. Looks like you do what you want. In either case, seemed a pity to let an Eclipse punk try and get rid of you without a fair fight.”

“Yeah, well –”

The communicator screeched suddenly, and the pair of them looked down at the severed head. Bleeping lights were followed by a call for all exterior forces to check in. A few seconds later, whoever was calling the shots called for a channel change, and Oscar groaned.

“Looks like they’re still after me.”

“Looks like.”

“So, anything else, Mr. Vorcha Exterminator, or should I keep on running?”

“Hmmm, you could. Or I could offer a hiding place.”

“…Why would you do that?”

“You let me squish one of these pests. Seems a fair trade.”

“Deal.”

#

It wasn’t a long trip to Captain Gavorn’s apartment, but it was a nervous one. Not because of the threat of Eclipse – now that he was with the captain, he was essentially under Aria’s protection, in a way – but more because of the simple fact that…well, it was Preitor Gavorn, and there were…rumors about him.

[i]Just don’t think about all those human dancers you keep hearing about that go missing for the night,[/i] he told himself, shaking his head a few times as the thought kept popping back into his head. [i]He’s just a bodyguard. He’s not someone that goes out kidnapping people, for crying out loud.[/i]

Still, the thought refused to be completely silenced. He’d found Gavorn hanging around the dancing rooms in Afterlife when he wasn’t on guard duty, always looking at the human males, always staring at them as they wiggled their bodies around. It was disconcerting, in a way…but on the other hand, maybe it was something he could make use of, if he had to. He’d just have to play it by ear.

The Turian’s apartment was on the high end of Omega, for what that was worth. It looked down over a number of streets, and had reinforced windows in every hole. Bulletproof, probably. He wouldn’t have been surprised.

The main shock to his system came when they reached the main living room, and he saw what the Turian kept on his walls.

“Holy shit…”

“Heh, it’s nice to have a collection.”

He’d half-expected the heads of various trophies along the wall, but the sheer variety of weapons was somehow more shocking. It ranged from the most basic, tiny little concealed pistol to a rifle that a Krogan might have trouble carrying. The weapon that’d saved him in the alley, and what he’d thought had been a huge rifle, barely fit halfway up along the large side of the spectrum.

Oscar whistled as he walked down the lines. He recognized a few of the manufacturers, but most of them were something completely beyond his understanding. Pieces of metal that looked like they’d come from the far ends of the galaxy, ranging from the sharp and angular Turian pieces to the more elegant, wavy-curve lines of asari weapons. He saw a few human pieces of weaponry among them, as well.

“You collected all of these? How?”

“Let’s just say that Aria pays very, very well.”

“Apparently!”

He whistled to himself as he walked over to the couch, sitting down on it as he kept staring at the wall of weapons. Even with his limited knowledge of ballistics, he imagined about half of those could blow a hole in a wall big enough for a man to step through, and a quarter could probably take down most of the spacecraft that floated around Omega during the day.

[i]Just what does Aria have this guy doing?[/i]

Oscar shook his head. Probably better not to know.

As Gavorn walked to the other side of the room, grabbing a couple of bottles out of his bar, Oscar cocked his head to the side.

“Off-duty?”

“Mostly. Off-shift.”

“Aria gives you a shift?”

“She gives me a lot of freedom, as long as I make sure that everything is taken care of when I’m not there.”

“Sounds rough.”

“That’s the best thing about it. A little roughness goes a long way.”

There was that tingle again, and Oscar looked around, trying to think of something else to bring up. His eyes flickered over a number of things, but he’d already talked about the weapons. Maybe –

“Hang on. Is that human liquor over there?”

“It’s something along those lines.”

“Well, is it or isn’t it?”

“It’s some sort of whiskey or something. A bribe that didn’t work.”

“Can I have some?”

“…Sure, you’re a guest. Go ahead.”

He nodded, getting up and grabbing the bottle. Turning it around, he blinked. The bottle wasn’t just whiskey. It was an old vintage, one that was marketed as having still been aging in wood. A bottle with wood-lined interior; now that was something…and not something cheap, either.

[i]Is he…[/i]

Nah, nah, it couldn’t be. He was just starting to imagine things, now. Though…

Oscar eyed the Turian when the enforcer was looking the other way. The big guy didn’t look that bad, particularly from the back, where the spines and spikes weren’t so obvious. And Turian asses certainly were as good looking as humans, if you were willing to get around the general weirdness of being with an alien. Which, he admitted, he wasn’t opposed to.

Knowing better than to push his luck, he poured himself a shot of the whiskey and walked back to the couch. Gavorn was still working on his own drink when he looked down, and saw something poking out from beneath the cushions.

“Hmm?”

Grabbing it gently and pulling it out, he saw the logo immediately. [i]Fornax[/i] wasn’t exactly a subtle magazine, and Oscar smiled.

[i]Wonder what sort of porn he bought?[/i] He pulled it the rest of the way out, he got quite the surprise.

It was one of the rare issues that focused on one species exclusively, and rarer still that it was just one gender. A human male spreading his ass was on the cover, with a number of articles talking about how to take human cock, how it was different from other species, the best way to stimulate a human to get them off, the best pleasures that a human could give –

“Now, I was thinking – What is that?”

Oscar looked up, smirking as he saw the Turian freeze in place, a drink in one hand and his eyes wider than he had ever seen a Turian’s eyes go. It looked almost bug-like, in a way…and a very cute way, he supposed.

He put the magazine down, sipping his drink as he smiled.

“I don’t know, Captain. Heh, don’t tell me that you just saved me because you thought I was cute?”

“Well, I’ve never been one to shy away from a good ass. And yours was wiggling nice when you were running away.”

“Oh, really? You think that you have a chance with my ass, then?”

“I’d say that I earned a little compensation when I was saving your ass from the Vorcha.”

“Heh, and I’d think that I earned a fair bit of compensation when I was dealing with the Eclipse shuffling Red Sand around the place.”

The Turian shrugged, coming over to the couch and sitting down beside him. Oscar looked the enforcer over, considering his options. The whole idea of being with a Turian hadn’t really come to mind before…but he was starting to feel a bit tempted, now. And it wasn’t the whiskey, either. He wasn’t nearly drunk enough for that.

He smirked a bit.

“So, you really are a human lover?”

“Heh…maybe.”

“Guess all those rumors are true. Wouldn’t have guessed.”

“Not [i]all[/i] of them, just most. There’s enough streetwalkers and dancers looking to make a couple of bucks that they’ll let me get at them.”

“Heh, ever had a biotic?”

“Not yet.”

Oscar smiled, putting the shotglass down on a stand by the couch. As Gavorn blinked, he lifted his hand, swirling a little bit of energy around his fingers. He focused on the Turian, imagining just what it was he wanted to do…and let loose the energy in a slow, focused stream.

Gavorn’s eyes went wide, and he looked like he was resisting the urge to leap out of his chair. He loved the sight, seeing the tough enforcer looking as surprised as he was, and kept up the pressure. It wasn’t much, almost a simulation of a tongue working around the Turian’s back end, and he worked it up and down, and then a little further in, a bit further –

“Okay, okay, enough of that!”

He nodded, letting the biotics dissipate before the ‘tongue’ could go right into the Turian’s hole. Still smiling, Oscar leaned back.

“So, you were thinking of getting lucky, huh?”

“…And if I was?”

“Heh, you better be thinking of being the ‘damsel’ tonight, because it sure as hell not going to be me under you.”

“Oh, is that a fact, human? Let’s just find out about that.”

He had to give the Turian credit, the alien was fast. No sooner had the other glass been put down than Gavorn was on him, shoving him off of the couch with a stiff-armed blow before following him over. They hit the ground, rolling around, and then split apart.

Oscar chuckled, pulling at his shirt and pants.

“I think this is better done naked.”

“Heh. I think you have the right idea, human.”

There was a short break as they both stripped, Oscar’s cock already half-hard at the idea of getting that Turian ass, and his mind going to places and ideas of what he’d do with it.

Gavorn, on the other hand, was a good deal harder than he was. A knobby, weird-looking cock stuck out from a slit in the Turian’s crotch, making it look like something most otherworldly. Something to be expected, he supposed. Not enough to get him going…but he had his ideas.

Grinning, he set himself in a wrestling pose.

“Whenever you’re –”

Again, fast. The Turian was a lot faster than him, and knocked him right to the ground. A tackle to the middle, followed by a throw over his shoulders. Oscar hit the floor in a heap, groaning as the air was knocked right out of his lungs. He barely started to roll before he was straddled, the Turian’s cock flopping against his chin. Looking up past it, he saw those tusky face-plates turn up in a smirk.

“Why don’t you start down there, hmmm?”

“Heh…A little treat for my rescuer, then.”

He opened his mouth, and took the cock inside. It was a slippery thing, already a little wet down the shaft, but it wasn’t bad tasting. He sucked gently, keeping in mind the reminder not to swallow all of Omega’s doctors tended to recommend, and bobbed his head up and down. The slippery feeling of the shaft didn’t fade as he sucked it down to the halfway point, nor did the strangely squishy feeling of the shaft around him.

[i]Heh, go figure that the one soft part of a Turian is the part that they stick into other people,[/i] he thought.

Working his tongue along the shaft, turning his head so that it would rub against the roof of his mouth, Oscar got the enforcer groaning and moaning in short order. He kept himself on guard, waiting for that slight shift in muscle –

There it was. With a grunt, he yanked his head back and bucked upwards, sending the enforcer flying off in a different direction.

Before Gavorn could pull himself off of the floor, Oscar was already there. The human nudged the Turian onto his back, and took full advantage of the enforcer’s human obsession…by sitting right on his face.

He felt the prickles of the various spikes and plates, but he also saw the Turian’s cock go shooting up almost immediately. He laughed, grabbing it as he leaned forward, keeping his weight on the bodyguard’s arms and shoulders, and grinding his ass in the enforcer’s face.

“Heh, looks like you enjoy asses a little closer than most people.”

“Mmmph!”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Why don’t you stick that tongue of yours out and give it a little attention?”

He pressed down a bit further, grinding his cheeks against the Turian’s faceplates until he felt Gavorn’s tongue sliding out. Rough, almost chitinous fingers pressed against his ass cheeks, squeezing them, almost admiring them.

[i]Bet he just likes the softness compared to Turians,[/i] Oscar thought. As his ass got a good bit of attention – including some surprisingly eager tongue action – he turned his attention towards the dick in front of him.

A little biotic work wasn’t that hard to summon, and he worked the energy field up and down the Turian’s cock with little more than a thought. The glowing blue field started to bounce up and down, squeezing at the base before working up, and then stroking down again. He pressed firmly against the enforcer’s face whenever he felt Gavorn trying to get up, keeping the Turian pinned down properly.

“Ah, ah. You love my ass? Then give it a good couple of kisses.”

The Turian grumbled, but he felt the kisses coming. Each one right on his pucker, each one followed by a bit of tongue. Every time he felt one, he extended the range and speed of the biotic energy field, pushing it down on that cock a little more firmly, and stroking it faster.

It didn’t take long for Gavorn to be humping air, and at that point, he knew he’d won.

“Alright, on all fours, now, big guy.”

He stood up and, to his relief, the Turian followed the suggestion. That ass-plate was facing him, and he was surprised to see how good it looked out of the armor. It was still a bit bony, still rather hard looking, but…

[i]Heh, it comes with handlebars,[/i] he thought, chuckling to himself as he got behind the big Turian. His cock slid up and down, grinding between the almost not-there ass cheeks, before he found the right hole. He grabbed the spikes jutting out from the Turian’s hips…and slid inside.

#

[i]Four rounds later…[/i]

Turian and human collapsed on the bed, both of them groaning from the exertion they’d gone through. Oscar had caught his breath, barely, but he was sure that his dick wasn’t going to be getting hard without extreme biotic assistance for a while.

Gavorn, on the other hand, only groaned as the last bit of the biotic energy that Oscar had been using faded away. The Turian’s ass was about as stretched as it could get, having been fucked four times by human cock, and twice with a second, ephemeral shaft, stretching the enforcer out even further.

“Heh…feel good?”

“Mmmph…better than humans usually do.”

“Usually, you’re on top.”

“…Shut up.”

Chuckling, he laid back, folding his arms behind his head. It had been a good night, overall. The Eclipse were fucked over, the Red Sand that he’d blown up had been good for business and would help out Aria (not that he cared for her, but anything that got him in good graces with her was good), and he’d banged one of the best fighters on her payroll.

All in all, it’d been a good day.

“Here.”

He blinked, looking down as the Turian handed him a chip, like something for his multi-tool.

“What’s –”

“Heh. Just in case you need a little help. Either with a pest problem…or something else.”

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