40,000 for a Full Set
Garrus and Wrex try to keep cool after a bad night.
40,000 For A Full Set
By Zack Gregson
(All characters copyrighted to BioWare Corp)
Even when through the bottom of a half-full dreaded prime cocktail with its pinkish colour, space still looked awesome in the fullest sense, humbling all before its eternal splendour. No matter what species you were or how advanced your society was, looking up at stars still remained high in the list of inspirations for sentient species. At the moment, the stars were merely distractions for the drunkards staring open-mouthed towards them, where much hugging and drunken murmurs would be made.
At the moment though, two creatures were drinking side by side on shore leave. A turian, bluish skin like smooth river rock and three-clawed hands, lean figure within an armoured suit as basic clothing as well as a blue visor over one eye. He looked over at the krogan beside him, a huge red and yellow reptile of tough scarred scales and red eyes, an aura brimming with violence. The krogan returned the look and snarled gruffly:
"Whadda you lookin' at?"
"A face I'm making sure won't get too drunk." replied the turian in a cool young voice.
Neither of them were enjoying each other's company, and never really did anytime in their work as crew members and fighters of the SSV Normandy. Moreso for being formally on opposite sides of the law. The krogan being once a mercenary and technically still one, whilst the turian was of Citadel Security in law enforcement.
Even though they had gone through many hardships ranging from rogue computers on the Earth's moon to saving the universe from an ancient warmongering race, they still had a frosty partnership. Nobody really expected them to get together well anyway, a krogan and a turian being friends is near impossible due to the troubled history.
"Yer not my chaperone, so jus' shuddup an' drink."
"I don't care how drunk you get, I just want to be ready in case you let your mind get out of control."
The krogan chuckled at this and said:
"S'not my mind you should worry about, it's my body that does the hurtin'."
They ordered up another drink of Volus Vodka and Dextroyer to drink in silence for a longer while. Their commander, trying to keep crew relations healthy, encouraged the two to go out and drink together, tired of hearing them being stingy towards each other. While the turian did not complain, the krogan was not so receptive to the idea. Seeing perhaps a way to break the ice, the krogan asked:
"Since we're stuck like this...wanna go find some fun for the night?"
"You mean...like over at Flux?"
"Nope. Talkin' about someone to have fun with..."
The turian sneered at this in surprise, his sneering mouth and mouthflaps pulling back to show finely sharp teeth.
"Wr-Wrex...I-i don't think-"
"Come on, whut's wrong? Ohhhh..."
He chuckled deeply with a leer at his coworker.
"You ain't one fer the ladies are ya?"
"What?!? No no, I enjoy a female's presence, I don't go...that way..."
"Well, I don't believe you, 'specially with that figure you got. All...lean like that."
"Just because I'm a healthy-bodied turian doesn't mean I sleep with males."
"Then prove it. Let's get ourselves a female. Commander said we should spend more time together."
"...true.....fine, but you better keep control of yourself."
"Oh I'll try."
The krogan sniggered as they got up to look around themselves for any potentials. The bar they were in was known as Chora's Den and while it wasn't as respected as the ever-so-boring place near the embassies of the Citadel above, it was certainly more fun and varied for that reason. A few strippers were around, mostly asari. But even with their sweet smooth blue skin showing off in the light, they preferred not to due to their thoughts on an asari who was a fellow crew member, and her childish nature. And the whole asari romance thing that they really didn't want to end up in like a bad soap opera.
Soon they found a human female on her own, quietly drinking away, smooth black skin shining bluish in the harsh pink light. The turian headed over first and sat beside her as he was less threatening in appearance than the krogan.
"Lonely night?"
He asked softly, remembering his ways of interrogation back in Citadel Security to calm people into opening up.
"Hmm? Oh uh...I guess. Just been trying to go out and have some fun."
"Oh? I'm surprised you haven't found anyone yet...but then, how long have you been sitting here?"
"About...40 minutes?"
"That's hard to believe, and you're saying no one's come up to ask you anything?"
"Well an asari did at some point but that's not my thing."
She sipped her drink calmly, enjoying the soft voice of the turian.
"What about you? You alone too?"
"Well, I'm here same as you, just passing the time with my friend over there."
He waved at Wrex who did his best to appear studly, the human's eyes widening slightly.
"Well, that's really strange to see, turian and a krogan...lost a bet?"
"Hah, I wish, we work on the same ship and our commander told us to just get out and "build our social relations to enhance crew morale" or something like that. Not that he's a bad guy...just...you know how krogan are."
"Well...can't blame them for having a chip on their shoulder."
"I think it's more the whole ship full of chips they have."
The human laughed and, starting to feel a bit better, she decided to take her chances and ask:
"So...would you and your friend like to...go somewhere else?"
"Hmmmm...let me ask him."
He got up and went over to Wrex, saying:
"We're in, she wants us to go somewhere."
"Hehehe, smooth playin', turian. I gotta repay you fer this after we're done with her."
The turian walked back to the human and conveyed:
"He says he's game, where should we go?"
"Well, not back at my place, how about either of yours?"
"Sounds great, I have a place here near the upper wards."
And so, without a word of formal introduction the three headed to the apartment, the two males grinning at each other in expectant horny glee, especially on the fact that neither one of them had mated with a human before. Wrex was even more drunk than his friend and had a leering gait. Unfortunately things would not be running smoothly tonight for them, when halfway to the apartment, a human male of equally dark skin to the female stopped her.
"Maria, I've been trying to call you all night, where the hell ya been?!"
"Tom, please! I'm with people, we can talk later."
"No, we talk now! You have a baby at home for God's sake!"
"I hired a babysitter, duhhh! I'm not an idiot!"
"You sure seem to be when she's been trying to call you he's got a fever!"
"Wh-what?! Oh my god..."
He turned around to the two males, the turian nodding apologetically that she could go. Waving her off, Wrex became very upset over this, even moreso with his drunken state.
"Dammit, we were so gonna fuck her an' some stupid brat gets a hot head!"
"Wrex, calm down, it can't be helped."
"You shut the hell up, you got us into this!"
"Me?! YOU were the one who wanted her first, not me!"
"Well you had to have an apartment right over here in his direction!"
The two stared down for a moment, the turian eventually sighing and looking away.
"Alright, it's no one's fault, it's just an unfortunate event...wanna go back to Chora's?"
"No, I'm too pissed off, let's just go to yer place, gettin' late too...you got some drinks there?"
"I think so, I always keep some separate for visitors."
Making the remainder of their journey to the apartment which had "Garrus Vakarian" embolded onto it, the place was like most of the Citadel middle-class apartments. Sterile white-grey walls, various colourful furniture, a moderately sized TV of 56 inches and a smooth comfortable double-bed.
Wrex flopped down on the couch frustrated and horny, his ally seeming to handle it easier as he got two drinks. One for himself due to the dextro-amino acids in his body which made any foods not made for turians in mind be either non-nutritious or be indigestably fatal, and one for the krogan, who muttered a thanks.
"Aintcha mad at least?" asked Wrex with a slowly slurring voice.
"Hmm?"
"That we didn't get any? Come on, I know yer not some stone-cold professional, where's yer anger?"
"Well I wasn't even that up for it if you remember."
Garrus laid back on the couch slightly and reflected before the drunkenness hit.
"I was doing it more for you. Last thing I want is a horny krogan."
"Too late fer that, you got one now."
In addition to this, Wrex rubbed at his crotch with a groan, making Garrus feel rather awkward. But knowing there was little to do, he just continued to drink, inebriation clouding his inhibitions more and more.
"You know," began the turian, "just thinking this out loud...why do you think Shepard wants us spending time together so much?"
"Don't know...seems to like both our species...maybe wants to be some kinda ambassador in patching up relations."
"Might be that...maybe the commander saw we had to work together better so we could be more effective as crew members. Sounds reasonable, I mean, we ARE in the same ship."
"True..."
"Do you like me?"
The question didn't register with the krogan for a few seconds from Garrus' slurring speech, and when it did, he became hesitant to find an answer.
"........kinda."
"Hmm?"
"Can't change the fact yer a turian...I still can't like your species for what you did...but you ain't so bad, you fight alongside me, you don't get in my way, you hold back and like to think ideas out."
"Oh please, I'm not smart, I charge in as much as you do."
"Hahaha! Ohhh you don't know how to charge in at all."
Wrex got up and walked to the farthest end of the room with arms out and a devilish expression. Garrus got curious and asked:
"What are you...doing?"
"Show me how you charge. Come on, I'll show ya how to do it right."
"Oh please I don't need-"
"Come ooooon, don't be like some Elcor, have some quad. Yer not scared of me, are ya?"
At this dare, Garrus got up with an off-balance gait before he focused his mind towards his ally, eyes trying not to do so against his will. He soon charged with a small yell and was promptly bounced off of Wrex's front onto the ground, much to the krogan's amusement as the turian fell flat onto the carpeted ground
"HA HA HA! Told ya."
"Ungh...come on, you're much bigger than I am, it's like trying to charge a brick partiti..titi..tition."
"Come on, I'll teach ya."
He picked Garrus up from the floor and let him back up once more.
"First thing is, if ya can't knock me down from one angle, ya gotta try a higher angle. A high enough angle'll knock anything down long as ya don't go too far and miss."
Garrus took this advice in and so did another charge, this time leaping up to Wrex's face and managing to topple him over, the two of them now lying on the floor panting heavily.
"UNGH! Hhh...hehe...there...gotcha."
"See? Told ya."
"Shut up, I would've figured that out eventually."
"I ain't got all night for you."
"Oh you do...you do."
And then, in the murky swamp of their alcoholic states with their panting breaths clashing each other so closely, Garrus suddenly decided to kiss the krogan, his mouthflaps oscillating softly as he did so. It took both of them a while to take in what just happened.
"Whut..."
"I..."
ittle could be said to each other, and it was only the unfortunate mixture of alcohol and testosterone that made both of them kiss much more deeply, moans rising from each other's throats. Garrus sounded rather boyish when he did so, while Wrex sounded like a monster awakening from sleep. Their tongues played with each other, one lean thin tongue with one flat thick tongue, wrapping around each other in desperation, arms as well grasping at their clothes. Soon the two broke their kiss and began to disrobe, their senses not giving a damn anymore and just needing to relieve themselves of lust in any way possible.
To save time, Wrex undid his crotch area to show an already pulsing thick krogan penis, purplish-red at 8 inches long and 2 inches thick, with small bumpy ridges on each side. Garrus, doing the same as they licked at each other's cheeks with grasping arms, was a little longer at 9 inches, but thinner and of a greenish-blue colour, tight-looking grey-blue testes hanging with them. They soon began to turn into a mutual 69.
Both of them viewed the other's genitalia with curiosity, playing with each other more and more bravely, neither of them exactly used to this sexual situation as far as the other knew. Wrex, being the more horny, went down and began to lick at Garrus' tip, eliciting a shuddering gasp from the turian before he swallowed it whole. Inch by inch, he smoothly sucked as he groped Garrus' ass, and pushed him towards his mouth, moaning at the strange tasteless flesh and at his companion's own moans which encouraged him moreso.
Garrus, feeling he had to keep up, began to lick at the much thicker length of the krogan, attempting to get it into his mouth now and again. But it was too big. Instead, he did his best by stroking along the bumps and licking along the cock, suckling occasionally too at the shaft. It was successful enough as the deep throbbing groans of the krogan vibrated through his cock, making him precum hard much to Wrex's delight. Soon he found the taste of the turian's dextro-amino pre, which he found to be not so pleasing, and pulled off the cock with a slight retching sound.
"Hehehe, guess that's another reason why krogans and turians don't get together."
"You ain't having an easy time yerself, the way you ain't swallowing my dick."
"Not my problem if you're so well-endowed."
"To a li'l twinky body like you...maybe I can get it inside ya another way."
"Wh-wh-what?"
Apprehension cleared his mind a little bit at the suggestion.
"You...it's too big...are you sure?"
"I need it...bad. One way or another, I'm gonna waste my seed."
As much as common sense begged, Garrus' lust had only increased during their 69, and he soon went over to his bed in the next room, showing his friend a naked turian for him. Lying on his knees, hands splayed forwards ready to grip the bed sheets, his ass hoisted in the air with as much bravado as he could muster.
"Come on then...heh...your turn to charge me."
Wrex chuckled and undressed fully, walking over with thick erection to sit on Garrus' bed while stroking at the fine tail-less butt. So smooth and virgin from years of desk duty, different from his stubbed tail and less smoother behind.
"Yer ass almost looks human."
"Mmmm...don't tell me humans could take you inside them."
"It's rare...but it happens."
Wrex knew he had to open him up carefully, even in his state of lust, and he began to lap at the sweet hole much to the vocal pleasure of the turian at the feel of a thick hot tongue. Sliding along his cheeks and crack for starters, Wrex chuckled as Garrus' mouthflaps shuddered like paper fans in the wind, before Wrex began to finger at the hole, lubing up the finger with his spit and gently pushing in.
Garrus clenched the bed sheets at this new sensation, eyes clenching to comprehend it as a thick krogan finger slowly but surely opened him wider, while his cock oozed the purplish precum that was indigestable to Wrex.
"Hope yer cum's easy to clean up."
"Ungh...ohhh...I-i-i'll clean it up myself...oh...deeper..."
Wrex pushed his finger to the knuckled hilt, fucking the turian ass to wide him up more and more. Wiggling this way and that to push it out a bit more, he pushed in another finger which made Garrus outright yelp, making the krogan chuckle at the lean shaky body.
"Hehaha! If you make that noise now, wonder what you'll sound like when I fuck you..."
"Y-...you'll find out soon when...OHH...when you're done preparing me..."
And so, after a few minutes of more spurting turian precum and widening fingerfucking, Wrex finally deemed his ally to be ready, stroking his oozing thick pointed cocktip up and down the glistening stretched out asshole, He began to grip the turian with one hand and pushed inside him, groaning a deep guttural noise as he pressed against the hole until it gave in to penetrate into the virgin ass. Garrus only made a gasping sound that went almost out of the krogan's hearing range, but delighted him nonetheless as he huffed at the tightness around his cock. He watched the ass swallow his cock, pushing as slowly as he could.
"AGH...UNGH...Wr-wr-wrex...stop!"
To some disdain, the krogan did so in a rare act of friendship, watching Garrus silently and waited as patiently as he could before he heard:
"Okay...do it."
Wrex smiled and gripped the turian once more, penetrating deeper, allowing the body time to adjust to such a thick cock, wanting to be all the way inside him, needing to fill someone with his seed. Halfway inside, Garrus was making strange shuddering gulps from the feel of the bulbous ridges of krogan genitalia, the turian's precum spurting more underneath him.
"You feelin' good?" asked Wrex in a lustful tone.
"Ohh...y-y-yes...ohhh Wrex...please fill me..."
Submitting to the sexually superior will of the krogan, Garrus grabbed at his sheets harder in bestial desire as Wrex finally hilted inside him a few minutes later, though it seemed to them like hours the way the experience was going. Leaning on top of the smaller alien, Wrex bent down to lick at Garrus' cheeks in a desirable mood, the two exchanging an almost primal sense of noises. Chittering moans from the turian with monstrous growls from the krogan, before Wrex began to slide out a little in order to thrust a little harder back in.
Garrus was sure his ass must have been bleeding at some point, but he didn't care. His lust drove him on, the alcohol wasn't even affecting either of them that much anymore and they were going with it as long as it felt good, which it did very much so. They could question their sexuality later, but right now they were forging an intimate alliance of two rival races.
Wrex began to speed up his fucking, slapping thick krogan hide against supple turian flesh, as Garrus' balls swung back and forth from the more stronger thrusts of his beastly ally.
Squeals came now from Garrus as the penetration turned smoother, his ass managing at last to take in a 2-inch thick penis at the level of being able to take in a human penis with moderate ease.
Wrex felt his orgasm nearing as he soon wrapped his arms around Garrus, and slammed harder into doggy style, claws pressing into the hot flesh, tingling sensations rushing through Garrus. Finally the turian came first in an orgasmic blast onto his bed, a loud chittering moan emanating from him before Wrex followed suit with a bestial roar. The vice-like grip of Garrus' ass in climax sent him over, his amount of cum being tremendous in comparison as it seemed to fill up all of the turian's bowels with hot sterile krogan seed, milked to the last drop by tender anal muscles. It took quite a while as all four testicles of the krogan were emptied, to soon be oozing out of Garrus' loosened ass onto the bed.
Wrex soon laid onto his side, clasping Garrus tightly to him in reflex as they laid on the bed together, soaking in their cum, heavy pants from the two of them as they slowly began to wind down. Their lust took a while to shake off and allow any other emotions, regrets and questions from either of them to be made, before unconditionally sleeping in each other's company, the exhaustion and the inebriation helping them do so.