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"COMING! STOP PLAYING WITH THE DOORBELL, FUCKER!"

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A few moans and hisses came from behind the reinforced closed door, along with mumbled insults, as the doorbell was triturated with increased intensity.

But soon, it opened and revealed a terribly exhausted Remus. The black-scaled Turian's slitted eyes were on the newcomers. From the glance given by those golden irises, the youngster didn't seem welcoming.

His bitten lips were lowered in a growl, his pained posture was akin to an old human with a bad back, especially with the hands against his spine.

And it contrasted heavily with the gray-scaled grinning veteran in front of him. One-eyed and bearing multiple scars, Legius was a perfect poster boy for the blue sun's retirement funds. Despite his spindly and grave nature, he happily gave the finger to Remus with those white teeth exposed... Before he pushed his way in, a pack of bottles in hand.

"Fuck Remus, why the long face? Kror beat your ass for spending his money on cheap booze and hookers?"

"Hrmphh... Fuck, the money," grumbled the youngest while closing the door behind them. "No, it's... Something else. I was sleeping on the couch."

"Oh, poor thing. Your dad is gone for the day? You know... It reeks the Krogan, do you ever clean up your place?"

"If you prefer, we can watch the match at your place."

"Hard pass. My screen is dead, and I don't want to watch the match on my omnitool."

Remus shrugged, then plodded towards the sofa and plopped on it.

Before his father, Kror, left for the day, the whole place had been tidied up from all the "explosions" that occurred the day before. But even with all the windows open, lots of bleach, and air freshener, Krogan musk permeated the place. It still managed to get a gawk of Remus when he had checked into the workshop.

But again, Kror was out: him and his everlasting hornyness. Even this morning, he had begged him for another round, and Remus regretted it dearly.

"That's fair. And he's gone. 'Will be checking up at the nearby clinic. He was not feeling well yesterday."

"Ah, well. Nothing dangerous?"

"Oh, not at all. But you know how Krogans. So used to be invulnerable, they'll be freaking out for a cold."

From this remark, Remus elicited laughter from Legius as they both leaned on the sofa.

"Heh, you're right. Pretty sure your father will come back like a little flower and not believe what the doctor told him."

"Probably... So, wanna bet on the match?"

"Hmmm... Not this time. I have a bad feeling today."

"Or you cheated and watched the results in advance?"

They were on the right channel, but it would be again a few minutes before the Clawball match started. Or rather, the result had already been shared on the extranet since the game was dated a week ago from Palaven. But with the comm buoys shitting all around the galaxy, and especially Omega's, delays ensued.

"Spirits no! It would be an insult to me, Legius Trakan! I'm a proper Turian citizen!"

"You're full of shit, you know that?"

"I didn't voluntarily. Just heard the result from one of our guys on the radio. He got everyone pissed."

"And?"

"And what?"

"What happened to that guy who spoiled the result?"

"Oh... We punched him."

Remus chuckled at the answer, accepting the offered bottle of moonshine from Legius.

Although Kror was his Dad, Legius had been around to help. And he was a nice guy. A good friend from whom he had received his first Fornax. A weird gift to hand to a seventeen years old... Who would offer an interspecies porn magazine to a teenager with raging hormones?

But that special Krogan edition remained one of his favorites... And there, Remus chuckled like an idiot while the players entered the field onscreen.

"What?" asked the Blue sun mercenary, with his last-useful brow raised.

"Nothing. I just remembered one gift you made me years ago. That Fornax edition."

"Oh by the spirits. I forgot about it. That and the face Kror made when you ran to your room at the end of the night. Thanks."

"I was putting it away, I didn't want Kror to take it."

"Say it to someone else, you locked your door."

"Believe what you want."

Remus chuckled but didn't get any answer from the old Turian. Despite what Legius thought, he did not run for handling "basic" needs... Neither for hiding it. But rather to know if his father was normal.

He was young, naive, and extremely stupid.

"Sooo... What's making you remember that damned magazine? Your boyfriend?"

And Remus choked on his drink, wheezing while the alcohol descended by the wrong side until he had to cough, short-breathed.

"Fuck... No! And he's not my... Boyfriend!"

Despite what everyone thought, even that damned Rahn with his habit of being extremely tactile and... Licking. That Krogan was a menace to Remus' sanity, though he always gave him fair deals. And the Dust he handled was not cut with shitty powder, making it safer than most over-the-counter drugs from clinics.

"Heh. Good for you, saw him fuck another scrawny guy just like you. 'Didn't want him to crush your heart."

"More like you've missed an opportunity for Drama." pouted the young Turian while pointing to the match that was almost to start.

"Oh no. That's Avay who will be sad. She loves small talk, and that's the best way to access her heart- ouch."

With a sour expression, Legius rubbed his armored arm as if he got a bruise. Although, it was Remus who had to massage his tender knuckles.

But alas, it passed the message, and they could see the match. Though, it was less exciting and enthralling when there were no stakes.

And from the results, the disappointment was... Large. The Nehlars of Bostra against the underdogs that were the Velmors of Edessan.

Two teams, two worlds apart, reunited with a united passion in a match of clawball.

Aaaaand the Velmors lost. The young team of Turians, accompanied by a Quarian, lost despite all odds, and it was an abysmal loss. No edge, no potential comebacks, they had been crushed during those 80 minutes, nothing could have been done.

A pitiful display of skills often halted by Remus going to the kitchen to get snacks and crackers. But by the end of those 80 minutes, the sofa and small table were covered with specks.

All while Remus was lazily sprawled, his legs on Legius' lap.

"Even knowing the results... Damn, they fucked it big time."

"Right? And all those penalties for foul plays. It's like they were a whole different team compared to last match."

"It's mostly their Quarian addition. Last minute change with someone who's not ready for planetary level. A shame."

"Yeah. So..."

Removing his legs from Legius, the youngest Turian prompted on his feet and watched the chaos of emptied bottles and snacks around them, mainly on Remus' side.

"So it's time for me to leave before you ask me to clean up your mess?"

Completed the old mercenary, wry as always. He stood up, stretched his back. Aaand ran to the exit like an idiotic madman.

Fucking Legius.

Remus followed and attempted to run. Only to end in front of the closed elevator.

"YOU'LL PAY ME!"

Of course, Legius would not respond nor repay that affront the next time. But... Well, the young Turian did not really care.

And he went back to clean. As usual. Their meetings were a way to meet and talk without going on the subjects like Remus' projects and works. The old mercenary was tough and a bastard, but he seemed to care. And that was all Remus needed from him.

Though he would have appreciated a hand since his backside was killing him when he aspired the dust and popcorn in the cracks. Or when he carried out the plastic bag heavy with bottles until... Until he received a message?

Usually, people would wait for him to come or leave him a note on the door... Or whatever. He looked at the little notifications on his omnitool... And that ominous message from an unknown sender:

"We need to talk."

A message the young Turian erased just as quickly before he returned to his cleaning and on time.

Right when he stretched, massaging his sore back, Remus heard the distinctive gait of his father.

And hardly had he turned his gaze to the door that it flung open, the entrance filled by the presence of that large red-scaled krogan and a paper bag thrown on the counter before running to Remus. And embracing him with those massive and muscular arms. Such a display of affection was surprising, and the Turian already attempted to recoil from that assault. Solely for that attempt to be thwarted by the Krogan's lips onto his.

Lips, then tongue, as Kror began to pry that mouth open and forced his large tongue inside, pushing in until the poor Turian had to inhale through his nose if he desired to breath. And breathe he had as the Krogan scoured his mouth, caressed his palate, stroked his tongue in a tantalizing dance.

And peace ensued, as Remus lowered his arms and stopped himself from fighting the invading kiss, savouring the saliva pouring in his mouth for a moment... Before it stopped and a trail of saliva joined them.

"Hhh...U-" began to voice Remus, followed shortly by a cough. "Dad, what's taking you?!"he screamed... Though he knew what was taking the Krogan. Though, why he had to go through that length and force a kiss onto him?

"I missed you, Remus. Fuck... I was so needy at the clinic, and they kept toying with me. Checking, asking me to breathe in and out. Even had a human ask me if I had a prostate cancer and they examined me."

Now, Remus had to raise an eyebrow. His father was talking at such a rhythm even a translation software would overload, and his brain was almost close to.

"But they found nothing, and they fingered me. Aralakh, that was good but not as good as you. Oh, and Nana says hello."

The Turian crossed one arm over the other while extending a hand... And waving it, expectantly.

"Oh right, she said it was not a drug. Or rather nanorobots in a sort of protective liquid. She said she had never seen this, and there was nothing else she could say.

"So... You... Drank robots? And they made you horny?"

The silence falling in the room was deafening, along with the Krogan removing a part of his armor... And grinning.

"Can we fuck instead?"

Well... Remus was much obliged, happy to drown his worries in something less strange.

Especially if it was with his own dad, who seemed unbothered by it and at peace. If the principal concerned seemed satisfied, who was he to judge?

... A fool.

That's what he was thinking of being as he lay on his father's belly, their bodies drenched with sweat and fluids, his legs weak, and his cock begging for mercy. This time, Remus didn't have the strength to turn on the television, so he was faceplanting against the Krogan's pecs while his soft but cum-coated cock nuzzled against Kror's quad.

"I'm dying," moaned the Turian as he rambled between those fatty pecs, feeling cum drip from all his groins.

"Ahhh... Again," pleaded the Krogan while laying on the sofa, his legs spread like a cheap whore.

His asshole, so tense and virgin the day before, was there gaped and already swollen. The rim, dark red, was slowly taking a more fleshly pink tinge while the wrinkled hole seemed to be smoother over time... And no longer resisted the tugs or caress whenever the Turian fucked him.

More than that, it almost made the penetration delightful as the orifice stretched but remained firm enough to grip his cock.

But even if all that penetration was pleasing, along with that Krogan musk, it didn't make the effort less intense for Remus, who heaved even after minutes and looked up to Kror.

"Hrmphhh... I can't. My legs are done."

And then, he hit his head back against the chest. Weakly, he attempted to move his legs or press with his muscles. But no dice, no movement. More moans from that cat-like face while he mumbled... And gripped that round belly all the more.

"We should get you something... A dildo.... No... A beast to fuck you."

Grumbled Remus as he eyed the Krogan's chest and saw his nipples erect beside him. On his right, on his left, the nubs of sensitive flesh stood erect with their pinkish carnation.

"Hhh... No... Only you, son," answered back the Krogan through his exhalations. "I... It's much better when you're doing it. Everything else is... Ahh... Fuck. I've thought about you... Fucking me all day. Please."

But the begging did not appease Remus' pain as he kept glancing at those nubs... So tempting, so enthralling. And he nudged closer. His father could be pleading, but he had something else in mind. And there, his mouth was: a mere inch away from the prize.

He opened his lips, exposed his naturally serrated teeth... And bit.

Contrary to what was thought, even Krogans' skin was tough as leather. And those nipples were no different, enduring the bite and the nibbling without spilling blood.

But how Kror reacted?

He whined, he gasped, he moaned.

With his head on the sofa's arms, he had his face inclined at the perfect angle for Remus to notice those eyes shut, that jaw clenched, and those nostrils opened wide. Finally, for that gargantuan throat to open and offer the most pathetic mewling that could be mustered. The Turian bit again, grinding his teeth against the flesh.

He felt the slight throb rub against his tongue, similar to the salty sweat deposed on the sensitive tastebuds. But more than that, he felt the Krogan's chest fill up beneath his chin and another moan to escape... Followed by a humid trail joining Kror's groin and Remus' lower belly, a line of fluid coming directly from the half-hard Krogan cock.

"Hhh... What... Are you doing?" mumbled Kror, heaving like a poor beast. Remus kept nibbling the right nipple... And pinching the left one. Those deft and reinforced fingers rolled the flesh between them and tugged on it, squeezing it, until another moan escaped from Kror.

And the throbbing within increased, followed closely by its warmth below the leathery flesh.

With his scrapping tongue, Remus licked and teased, pinched the nipple until he felt it burning and sore. Until a mere poke stole a gasp from Kror.

And he focused on the other nipple, leaving the former sore and hanging.

"Rem- Remus! Do- Don't!" writhed the Krogan, anxious and affected by the flooding sensations. The Turian ignored it. Against his tastebuds, he savored the aureola, tasted the salt on the coarse texture before he returned to his nibbling. And then sucking, his lips tightly shut around the teat while he aspired, aspired, and aspired. The son filled his lungs, exhaled by his nostrils. And below him, Kror howled again before another stream of fluids escaped his half-hard cock and coated their joined body... And participated in the sultry's atmosphere, overfilling the apartment.

A last lick. Remus gave a final kiss before he departed from the sore chest and smiled at his father. But his weakness made him unable to fight against the fall of his brows.

"Don't do it, you said?"

His jibe was met with a growl from his father before he turned away... But the old man was already raising a finger to play with the sore nipples. They were red from the abuse, standing proudly on those round fatty pecs. Kror already played with them, tugging on each as more cum poured from his soppy groin.

"Hhhh... Fuck. Ho- How did you know?" he asked, surprised to get some orgasms hands-free just by having his pecs abused that way.

And here, Remus lifted his hands to massage the soft mounds, squeezing and malaxing them between his six fingers.

"Don't know. I saw your nipples... And... I told myself they looked so needy, like you. You have nice tits, Dad. Heh"

But the answer was lost on Kror as he was happily biting his lips and enjoying his massage... Lost in a trance.

"Hah... I have... Nice tits." he mumbled to himself... And then grimaced. "Don't ever repeat this, Son."

Of course, the krogan scowled. But whenever the young Turian gave that chest a squeeze, Kror was back his previous delighted expression.

"What? You have nice tits?"

"Yes," grumbled back the krogan. But by then, the scissoring fingers around the teats extorted another gasp and bucking from those massive hips.

"It's true, though. But I will repeat it to no one."

To the promise, Kror growled but nodded, a sort of acceptance... Completed by Remus' devious sense of humor.

"Except for my Dad, who has wonderful tits."

"Cut it!"

"It's vengeance for breaking my hips."

"Fine!"

Now, Kror attempted to roll despite his son being over him, groping like a leech. And through efforts and some flailing, he managed to push the Turian away and to stand up his feet... Even though it wasn't the only thing standing up with him.

"Heh, wait. I'm not done with your tits!" called out Remus.

But his father was stomping towards his room, at neck break speed... Therefore, he was forced to hobble to the door... Which gave Kror plenty of time to close it. Leaving the young Turian against the wooden surface, knocking it.

"Hey, Dad, you sure you don't want me to play with your tiddies?"

"No!"

"Your honkers!"

"NO!"

"Your badonkers!"

"I'm cutting the subscriptions to human channels!"

With the last roar, Remus exploded in laughter and bent over, holding his sides... And then howling in pain as he slumped to the ground. His backside was again killing me, and he was sure to have heard "Serves you right" from behind the door.

Perhaps it was the pain talking... Nonetheless, Remus found himself on the ground and growling. Only for him to notice a notification on his omnitool.

Another message, unknown.

"Remus Longinius, we need to talk about Dock L9. See you at those coordinates in two hours. Here's your guarantee."

Not only did this message contain coordinates but also a file containing... All of the Turian's information, a long list that would make any data brokers on Omega sweat from the amount of details.

Remus Longinius, son of Ivo and Nandra Longinius. Adopted by Kror Gavok.

26 years old Turian, born in a clinic within the Baya district of Omega.

Born from biotic parents, no amp installed despite promising biotic abilities.

Genetic lineage from Palaven South-east quadrant, no sign of inbreeding. Alcohol addiction, liver damage compromising any organ collection. Malnourishment, deficiency in Iron and Potassium. Arm fracture at age 13 - Healed withou[..]

Remus was sweating at the sight of that document that described all of his life. How someone could even have known about his sexual preferences, that was almost sickening. And worse, someone was tracking him down for... The suitcase?

A shiver coursed through his spine as he finally stood up... And knew what he had to do.

Cleaning up, taking a vial and a beer was the easy part, along with driving to the coordinates. A small parking in the proximity of a convenience shop, in the shade of multiple buildings. On his way, no one had been following him. It all felt like a setup, thought Remus in his car.

Can in the left hand, the right ready to put the purring engine at work, he waited. He waited for anything or anyone to appear in that relatively empty parking.

There were next to no cars, though some came and passed by. A few Batarians, some Salarians, next to no Humans or Asaris. That place never catered to them, and it showed... But before Remus could push his analysis on the store's clientele further, one car finally landed close by. Just a meter off the coordinates from what the Sky car's computer indicated.

There was next to no chance of it being a coincidence.

Especially as the vehicle opened and from it emerged a peculiar Turian: ivory exoskeleton, impeccable dress with a reinforced collar. Remus couldn't discern the eye color of that guy, but those golden markings were unmistakable.

It was the guy who kept the suitcase before and who had seemingly disappeared in a ship explosion while transiting to another system. A ghost, who appeared in good shape and bored as he checked his omnitool.

It was a few minutes before the due date, but Remus didn't want to wait further. That guy wore no weapon at his side. There was no one in his car. And the young turian was sure nobody snooped around.

In a chug, the young Turian emptied his can and threw it aside. Then pulled an almost empty plastic bag from his vest.

There was practically no dust left, all consumed over the former days... A week's worth of dust spent, and there was no way for Remus to have found his dealer in time. Nonetheless, he was here, scrapping the remains of powder sticking to the plastic before he brought it to his nostrils and inhaled.

In a second, he experienced that rush of energy, of raw power coursing through his veins.

Weak, not as powerful to make his fingers tingle and reinvigorate him. But enough.

He left the car while holding the vial. And approached. Compared to the smart turian, Remus was in rags: a ruined vest over an open shirt, his tight pants marred with holes that displayed his black exoskeleton beneath. But more than that, his mandibles clicked as he was called out the Turian before him, that smug bastard.

"Ah. Remus. You finally answered my messages. I am sorry I had to rely on blackmail to get you out of your place. Have you been holing up?"

Contrary to their first meeting, he was almost too talkative. That guy looked down on him with those green eyes, smiling and trying to be amicable.

Something Remus despised.

"You're not sorry, you're saying it to feel better. And what I'm doing is not your business," retorted Remus with a grunt. To which the foreign Turian replied with a slight cough.

"It was a courtesy of mine to present my excuses. And to ask about your well-being. We are here for a reason, which you hold right now."

There, that guy pointed the vial... And Remus threw it so the man could nab it.

"That stuff? 'Got it tested, and it's not a drug. What is it?"

"It's confidential, and I'm here to ensure its destru- RGL!"

There, the smug attitude from the man had vanished. Erased as he was suddenly lifted off the ground and pushed against his car by an invisible hand. Biotics always surprised idiots, and the file made no mention of his training to use those. Now, Remus knew taking Dust had not been a waste, and he was satisfied with the result. Even considering the strain on his nerves and muscles.

"Wai- Wait!"

"What is that stuff? What do you want?!" shouted Remus, feeling blood pulse through his brain.

"I- I want to make it disappear, to destroy it! What are you? An Eclipse mercenary? I can pay you! Just destroy the vials! And we're done!"

And just as the rush of power had coursed through Remus, it vanished. His arms were heavy, his heart pumped like crazy... And the young Turian staggered while that guy landed back on his feet.

"What... Do you mean destroy the vials? You're not here to threaten me or take them back?" he asked, despite the slight slurring.

"By the spirits... No amp. You shouldn't be able to do that, even with dust," growled the man to himself while massaging his neck. "But no. I am here to ensure they're not falling into another government's hands. That's why I'm eager to get them destroyed."

"Heh... Tough luck. My father drank some, and we-"

"Drank?!"

The older Turian ran to Remus and grabbed his vest. With those frail arms, he lifted the young Turian without a sweat.

"He drank? You mean... Wait," he spoke before gazing off into the distance. "Your father... The Krogan? He drank it?!"

"Yeah, he did, and that's why we got your stuff tested. We saw it's not a drug."

"I got that part and already retrieved that sample from the clinic. But you said he drank it, what happened to him?"

Those eyes... They were not the same. Cold, calm. No, they were drawn on Remus with the gaze of a maniac, those lips curled, and those mandibles stuck in a dissonant clicking. That guy looked crazy... and more robust than he looked.

"Did you notice changes? Are his organs failing? Has he developed a particular interest in Turians?"

"No- What?! He's just horny! Constantly! Let me go!" cried out Remus, hitting both arms until he managed to extirpate himself... By falling onto the cold ground and coughing. A few inches away from that grinning man.

"He... he doesn't have side effects! That batch was the right one! I knew it!"

And just as suddenly, the man lifted both arms towards Omega skylines.

"IT WAS THE RIGHT ONE! RIGHT IN THE FACE, ALGARON! IN THE FACE!"

He said, almost punching the air... before he looked down to Remus, who stood paralyzed in fear. That crazed madman then extended a hand.

"Ah, sorry. You probably don't understand. My name is Velius Aventus. I have been working on a cure for the Genophage and the Krogan's bloodlust. Have you kept the suitcase?"

And there, Remus froze. His left brow rose then fell, followed by his jaw clicking from the rubbing of his mandibles. At some point, this made both sense and did not. The young turian pressed his chin.

"What?"

"Have you kept the suitcase? If it does work, its content must be preserved!"

"What?!"

"Is suitcase destroyed? Suitcase must be protected!"

"I understand that, for Spirits' sake! I kept the suitcase!"

Again, Remus brought his hand to his face... And rubbed the exoskeleton, feeling his blue blood pulsing beneath it.

"Okay... We will need a good meal, a lot of alcohol. And. And you need to tell me about that cure."