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Omega, a cesspit of criminals and outcasts. Those lost and looking. The exploitation and the vulnerable.
You sighed as you watched over the dance floor at Afterlife, dark corners filled with sex and drugs, deals being made on the dancefloor and at the bar. A wonderful show of the society of Omega. Gangs gather where Aria sits as a place of negotiation.
You sighed to the Asari bartender, who’ve you known as Pi’ala for the last six months. Being a human wasn’t the easiest on Omega, new and on the lower end of the ladder. You were an observer, it made you valuable. Your looks average on most days, it made you almost invisible to most. But it was dangerous work, you were essentially an information gatherer, and then you sell that information, mostly to the Shadow Broker’s informants. But those who could cough up the credits, got the information.
It was easy to vet potential clients, your most recent was a Volus looking for insider information about the stocks in the slave trade. That was a little harder to obtain, since you weren’t in finances, but you heard a rumour from one of the main slave drivers complain how the Human Spectre travelling around the Traverse had been causing problems for him and his crew. She apparently had it out for slavers. Another rumour came in the form of a word of mouth, reliable as always, but never concrete. You gave the information to the Volus and he seemed pleased with it and pulled out before the massive drop that came in the following months.
That gave you enough credits to last you at least a year without work.
“He’s late?” Pi’ala spoke with a deep tone, her black dress complemented her purple skin, brightening it up, and the white markings she splattered across her face just brought everything forward. She loved the attention she got from customers, larger tips that way.
You fixed your short dress as it rode up your thighs, you purposely made yourself up this night, instead of seeing a client, it was a blind date, set up by Pi’ala.
“Not a good first impression,” you gave condescending look towards your friend, she just waved you off and set you a vodka and lemonade, “you can’t win me over with this.”
“It’s on the house,” Pi’ala smiled wide.
You smiled in return, “okay, maybe you can.”
With a quick laugh, she turned away from you and battered her eyelids at the Krogan waiting for a drink.
You decided to have your hair down and placed the loose bit behind your ear before you took a sip from your drink.
Suddenly you felt a familiar tingle of nerves form in your stomach, a Batarian sat by you and he gave you a side look before asking for Pi’ala by name.
You turned and looked at him, it was strange to have a Batarian so close to you, they normally made it known to move away with a look of disgust or disdain. Which ever.
Pi’ala looked over and gave a big smile as she recognised the man.
“Tahron, my friend,” Pi’ala said coming to greet him, and she gave you a side look, indicating that this was the guy. You looked at her wide eyed, in disbelief, a Batarian, was she crazy?
You were not concerned about species, you made that clear, but would this Batarian be willing to talk instead of just walking out by the time she introduced them.
They gave a short greeting and she looked at you, “Tahron, this is the wonderful woman I was talking about.”
You watched him closely, he turned to you completely, and you could see the hesitancy, his eyes moving over you far too quickly, unsure where to look, and his fingers twitched.
“Ah,” he said, his four eyes tried to focus on your own but he looked to Pi’ala, with the same look you gave her just a moment ago.
“Nice to meet you,” you spoke up, your heartbeat was hard against your rib cage and you felt like you could hear it as well. It was just the nerves, you tried to convince yourself.
His eyes flickered back to you and looked over you, you thought he might have been trying to find a sense of insincerity. You held his gaze and gave a small smile. His eyes looked to your teeth then back to your eyes.
“You too,” he said, a bit too final, “Pi’ala,” he started, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
You’d expected it, but you didn’t expect it to feel like being stabbed in the chest. You sighed and turned away.
“Don’t worry about it,” you said, “I-,” you tried to think of an excuse but you couldn’t, “I’ll leave, enjoy the rest of the night.”
You jumped off the stool and walked out of the club, you heard Pi’ala call out after you, but you ignored it. If she brought it up, you’d blame the music being too loud.
You quickly called a cab and waited as the estimation was ten minutes.
It hurt to be so quickly judged and then dismissed. He wasn’t even willing to try. You cracked each of your finger knuckles in frustration. Pi’ala was known to be a good match maker, but the last few just hadn’t worked out with you, and this was another one to add to the list.
The first two were humans, both men, and both in Eclipse, which rubbed you the wrong way. The next one was a Turian, he was very handsome, and you seemed to have a lot in common, until the next morning and he left while you were sleeping. That hurt more than you were willing to admit.
You opened your omnitool to see a message from Pi’ala, apologising and then begging for you to come back. Not even a free drink could redeem the night.
You sat on a seat and began to shake your knee as you waited for your cab, in the corner of your eye you noticed movement, you looked over and saw the Batarian that was sitting next to you previously. You huffed and looked away, trying to make it as if you never looked in the first place.
You looked through the articles your subscribed to and found something to read to pass the time, all the while your eyes flickered up to watch the man from before walk by. You shook your head at your own curiosity.
He waited at the cab stand, and his shoulders dropped. You wondered if he had to wait longer than you. He turned around and suddenly his eyes met yours unexpectedly. You licked your lips, feeling nerves begin to shake in your stomach, and looked back down at your article.
Yet, in you peripherals you watched him walk towards you.
He said your name and you sighed and looked up at him, “yeah?” you said with a bit more bite than you meant.
“You didn’t have to run off like that,” he said.
You raised your eyebrows and looked up from your omnitool, shutting it down, “yeah? I don’t want to waste my time with someone who does want to be around me.”
“What gave you that idea?” he seemed genuinely shocked at your accusation.
“Uh, like when you told Pi’ala, it’s not a good idea,” you felt your jaw clench as you brought up the fresh memory.
“Well, I can understand that,” he nodded, “but I didn’t mean that I didn’t want to talk, just…” he sighed, “you know.”
And you did know, Batarians and Humans had strained relationships at best and at worst on the edge of war. On an individual level, there was animosity but mainly avoidance. It was rare to see Humans and Batarians interact with each other.
“Can I sit with you?” he spoke up from your knowing silence, “my cab is while away.”
With a moment of thought, you nodded and moved your legs to the side, giving him a wider space to sit by you. You looked at him a little closer than you had before, you noticed the hair around his mouth in the light and his four eyes were black, and his skin coloured a reddish brown all over with darker patches of skin tone on the sides of his head.
He wore a nice black and red suit, that hugged against his larger form.
Quickly, you cancelled your cab. A hunch, a feeling in your stomach. You didn’t mind waiting a further ten minutes after he left.
“Are you waiting for cab also?”
You smiled, it was nice that he was trying to start a conversation, “actually, I’m waiting for a friend, but I’m not sure when they are coming, I haven’t heard back yet.”
“What sector do you live in?” he said softly.
“Delta,” you said and you looked out over the moving cars, then flickered back to see his face in a certain thinking look, it was cute.
“That’s pretty close to here, isn’t it?”
You hummed in agreement, “yeah, about 15 minutes by cab, what sector do you live in?”
His hand went to his neck and he looked awkwardly out, “I-uh, live in the lower wards actually.”
You blinked a few times, he didn’t look like someone from the lower wards. It had the highest percentage of poverty in Omega.
“Really?”
He seemed to laugh lightly, “I know I don’t quite look the part.”
You shook your head, “I don’t want to offend you,” he gave a small smile, “but yeah, you don’t.”
He looked away and continued to smile and then looking right back into your own eyes.
There it was, the butterflies, you cursed yourself, far too early to allow your emotions to control your actions. It almost made you stand and leave then and there.
“Do you want to go back in for a drink?” he spoke up from the silence.
“Absolutely,” you said a little too eager, but the nerves in your stomach and now that the mood had brightened, you were more than ready to get a little rowdy.
He gave a wide smile with those needle point teeth, and stood to cancel the cab. You walked side by side back into the club. Pi’ala noticed you both immediately and gave this look of disbelief towards you then she raised her eyebrow with a sly smile.
“Welcome back,” she looked between you and Tahron, you felt your face grow hot.
He laughed, “thanks, two of your choice.”
“Got it,” she winked towards Tahron.
“You’ll regret it,” you gave a concerned smile, as you watched Pi’ala grab the liqueur from the shelving behind her.
“Well, then we’ll regret it together,” he softly smiled towards you.
She placed two cocktails in front of the both of you, red and blue liquid swirling around each other but never mixing.
“Enjoy kids,” she waved us off and went to flirt with the other customers.
“Oh boy,” you sucked in a short breath, and held your glass out, “good luck Tahron.”
He laughed a little harder and brought his glass up and you heard it chink, you placed your lips at the edge of the glass and gave a sip from the top of your drink. It was cordial, which concerned you even more.
“To a good night,” he said in return and you watched as he took a deep drink.
The night continued with you at the bar, you ended up finishing the drink with a bit of spin in your head, and the slightly numbness in your fingers and lips.
Your cheeks hurt from smiling, and you noticed the way he continued to smile and laugh more and more as the night went on.
The music got louder and the voices grew from the crowds of people.
You leaned in close to his ear and you felt his hand on your waist, “wanna dance?” you laughed at yourself, you were well and truly intoxicated if it made you want to dance.
He moved his mouth to your ear and gave a deep hum, “want to see how I move?”
It gave a shiver down your spine and you felt him breath you in, you leaned back and watched him with suspicious eyes, you gave a lick over your teeth before leaning back to his ear, “most definitely.”
You moved from your seat and moved a little uncoordinated until you found your footing and moved your way to the dance floor, you looked back and saw Tahron following close behind.
You began to dance, feeling the waves of music and the beat flow through you, from your head to your hips. Tahron stood back and just watched, you felt his eyes look over you greedily. You felt another body, grinding against you. You pulled back to see a human man trying to dance against you. You stepped away from him and closer to Tahron. But he followed you, you pushed him back.
“Get away!” you pushed the guy against his chest.
“Aw, come one babe,” he gave a sinister smile, his face red from alcohol, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in closer.
Your eyes widened, “fuck off,” you wanked away from him and lifted your hand to smack him across his face as he laughed. You felt another pair of hands on your waist and a growling come from behind you. You flipped around, ready to hit another dude.
But you saw Tahron, his eyes focused on the human man, his hands grabbed hard at your waist and you felt yourself grow wet at the protectiveness. Something about it grew something primal within you. You watched as his nose flared and his attention flipped from the man to you. The human man back off saying something lost to the music.
“I want you out of here,” he snarled.
You nodded, you had never been so horny in your life and you were willing to do almost anything Tahron requested of you.
“My place?”
He nodded, he released your waist, but left one hand leaning against it.
“Your friend,” he tried to remind you.
You shook it off, “I’ll message her.”
You and Tahron got to the cab waiting bay, you entered in your address. There were a few people already waiting, others passed out against the walls. You felt wet lips against your neck, sharp teeth threatened to bite against your skin.
“You smell incredible,” Tahron whispered against your skin.
You hummed, enjoying the attention he was giving you. He turned you around to face him and kissed your lips tentatively, almost hesitantly. You leaned into it, you brought your hands up to cup his face and he hummed against you.
His face felt so different to anything you had experienced, the cartilage that made up his cheeks and neck felt quite soft and flexible in some places but then hard and immovable in other places.
You kiss deepened you moved your arms to wrap around his neck, you felt his needle point teeth with your tongue, and then felt as his tongue moved past his own teeth. It was so textured, it felt almost like bumpy sand paper, and he tasted like alcohol, maybe whiskey mixed with mint.
Your omnitool dinged, letting you know your cab had arrived. You pulled away and laughed as you watched him try to follow you to continue to kiss you.
“The cab,” you said shortly.
He nodded and you walked closely together, he entered the cab and lead you within. You gave a playful smile and instead of sitting on the seat you straddled his lap.
He groaned feeling your weight against him.
With the door closed behind you, the automatic cab began it’s course and you couldn’t care.
Your lips made their way back to Tahron’s own, and you kissed along the cartlidge down his cheeks, then followed it down his neck, he held your hips down, his sharp nails digging into your dress. You felt him buck up into you, and you gasped as you felt the hardness in his pants. You moved your hips, dry humping against him, you groaned and moaned against him.
Tahron pulled your dress down and exposed one of your breasts, he grabbed your nipple between his teeth and it scared you a little feeling the sharpness of them, but there was a hotness about it, that made you moan at the sight. He grabbed the other clothed one with his hand and grabbed it firmly.
You felt his rough tongue flick over your nipple and you ground against him.
“Tahron,” you moaned and you saw his dark eyes flick up to yours, he released your nipple and brought your head down to kiss him. He kissed you hard and moaned against you, he moaned your name against your lips as he brought his hips up against you.
“Arriving at your destination,” the automated female voice rung out through the cab.
You pulled back only to look outside and watch as cab landed, you could feel Tahron’s hands grasping at your thighs, moving them up and down. You lifted your dress as you prepared to move this to your apartment.
When the cab stopped you quickly jumped off of his lab and he followed you out of the cab into the foyer. You led him into an elevator and he grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the wall and bit your bottom lip drawing blood before devouring your lips with his own. He kissed you hard and passionately, just as desperate as you were.
The elevator dinged you pushed him aside, leading him down the long hall to your apartment, you quickly opened the door, fumbling with your keys for only a moment, and led Tahron inside.
You led him through your apartment and walked right into the bedroom, he grabbed you and began to kiss you while you continued to move towards the bed. He picked you up and placed you on the bed and followed you, attempting to continue to kiss you all the while. You laid against your duvet, your head in your soft pillows, he leaned over you and his four eyes looked over your face.
You smiled wide and you both went still in the moment. He opened his mouth to say something but thought not to as he smiled and leaned over you slowly, his hands landed beside your head and you watched as he slowly leaned down and so very softly and so very slowly, languidly kissed you. You closed your eyes as you felt him kiss you and you allowed him to take the lead, you didn’t stretch up to deepen the kiss like you wanted, you patiently waited as he kissed you slowly.
He leaned further down and moved his lips to your jaw then to your neck, he nipped at the nape of your neck. You continued to close your eyes and enjoy the attention Tahron was giving you.
“I want you naked beneath me,” he stated.
You opened your eyes and watched as he moved away from you on his knees, “and I want you naked on top of me.”
He gave a playful grin, “of course.”
You hesitated with your dress, as you watched Tahron remove his top, the buttons unclipped easily and he tossed it aside, he wore a thin singlet beneath it and watched his muscles flex as he removed it, taking the bottom of the singlet in his hands and throwing it over his head. You had never seen a Batarian topless let alone naked, so you leaned forward, unafraid and unashamed. You sat on your knees and moved your hands to his stomach, you watched him breath in quickly and his stomach tense.
“Ticklish?” you questioned softly.
He hummed, “a little.”
You smiled and decided to remember that for a different time, you weren’t planning on ruining the mood like that this early.
Tahron stilled as your finger tips moved up his stomach, he had cartlidge bumps that lined his chest and ribs, your finger tips lines them, you noticed the change in skin tone over the cartlidge bumps, a darker colour to the rest of him. Your hands reached his chest and he gave a deep breath, you could feel his heart beneath his ribs, banging hard in chest. You flicked you eyes up to his face and you saw the soft look he gave you as you touched him, You leaned further up and gave him a soft kiss before pulling back.
You stood up on your knees and pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in only a small, skimpy pair of knickers. Tahron’s eyes trailed over your soft body and he hesitated as he began to unbutton the top of his pants.
You leaned forward and placed your fingers at the buttons, and you felt his hardness straining against it, you popped the buttons and released his still covered cock from the constraints of his pants, and dragged them down his thick thighs. You sighed seeing him in just a pair of tight boyshort undies. He looked large beneath his undies, but you wanted to savour the surprise for a moment.
“Everything?” you asked with faux innocence.
“Yes,” he said gruffly.
You leaned back down into your pillows and lifted your hips and removed your knickers, he helped by pulling them from your legs. He placed his hands between your thighs and placed them open. You heard a curse your translator couldn’t translate, and he leaned over your mound. He leaned down and breathed in deeply, feeling his hot breath against your clit made you groan, and caused you to become instantly wet.
“I want to taste you,” he said darkly, he didn’t bother looking up, as you bucked your hips up towards him.
“Please,” you whined, “Tahron.”
He gave a deep growl like noise before planting his mouth against you vagina. You felt his thick, rough tongue licking between your labia and his sharp teeth against your clit. He sucked on your clit in between licks. You groaned and moved your hands to his head, he increased his pace, focusing on your clit more and more. He wrapped his arms around your thighs as you began to buck and grind, finding that perfect build up.
You moaned louder, saying his name over and over.
“I’m cumming,” you moaned out, and he held tighter and didn’t relent until you began to shake under him and begged him to soften his touch.
“My god,” you groaned as he pulled back with the most shit-eating grin, “have you been with a human before?”
“Would you believe me if I said no?” He pulled himself up so his head was level with your own.
“Not at all,” you looked to him with tired eyes, “you surely can’t learn all that from the extranet.”
He gave a soft laugh and wiped his mouth with a tissue he picked from your bedside table.
You noticed his hard cock as he leaned over, and you began to rub against it, the thin material of his underwear leaving not much to the imagination. You could feel strange structures along his shaft, then small bulbous structures around his knob.
He groaned, “you don’t have to.”
“Hmm,” you sighed, “maybe you haven’t been with a human before,” you gave a large smile, “do Batarian women not like to go multiple times?”
Tahron stilled before looking up to you, “just a break normally,” he said through a short breath, as you continued to stroke him.
“Undies, off,” you ordered and he quickly complied, lifting his hips to removed them, and you gave a gasp as you saw his cock.
The pattern ran all the way down to his testicles, you traced and he groaned.
“Is it sensitive?” your fingers lightly caressed the wavey structure down his shaft.
“Yes, but not as much as these,” he touched the small bulbous bits of flesh around his knob. He laid on his side and you brought your hand to the knob and focused a little bit on them softly then with his precum, you slid it around and watched and listened to Tahron.
He bucked into your soft touch, “please,” he begged, “tighter.”
You smiled and nodded, he pulled you close to him, skin on skin, as you wrapped your hand around him and began to properly jack him off. You focused the way you held your hand to catch onto the edge of his knob.
“I want to fuck you,” you spoke up and stopped moving your hand.
“Gods, please,” was all he could say before you leaned him on his back and you straddled his hips.
You leaned on the balls of your feet and grabbed his cock, pointing up towards your wet vagina. You slowly began to sink down on him.
You watched him carefully and groaned as you felt his thick tip enter you, he coughed out curses and you stopped and looked over him with concern.
“Are you okay?” Tahron strained out before you could.
You gave him a soft smile and nodded, “yes, I’m making sure you are.”
“Gods, I have never felt anything as tight and wet and soft as your genitals, please fuck me.”
You were relieved and moaned as you sunk your self all the way to the base, you were finally connected and together. You both waited a moment, revelling in the newness of the feeling.
You began to grind against him, and then lifting yourself up and down slightly. Tahron’s hands quickly reached up and grabbed you by the hips to move you in the way he found most pleasurable.
“Gods, I won’t last long if you keep it up.”
You hummed in appreciation, you dragged your hand over his body and he moaned with your soft touch, you began to just grind yourself against him, reaching for your own pleasure.
“Let me cum again, and then you can,” you tried to order, but it was weak as you found the right angle.
He flung his eyes wide open and tried to pause your hips, “what the fuck was that?”
You continued to grind as your pleasure built, “what?” you frowned.
“It just squeezed me?”
You laughed and paused, “yeah, I can do that,” you thought for a moment and flexed the muscles and he dug his nails into your flesh and moaned.
“No way,” he laughed.
“It happens automatically when I start to build up pleasure, and it does it when I cum.”
“I need you to cum on my cock then,” he said with a deep, sultry voice.
You smiled but the way he spoke did things to your clit, and you began to grind, finding the right angle after a few tries. You moaned loudly as soon as you did, and focused hard grinding with him inside you.
“Tahron,” you moaned, “you feel so fucking good,” you cried out.
He hummed, concentrating as you continued to ride him, “I want to feel you so bad.”
You focused hard on your own pleasure, you looked over your partner, the face of him and his body, then the rebellion of fucking each other, that sent a wave of pleasure down your spine. That your species were natural enemies yet here you were fucking the one person who you shouldn’t be.
“I’m so close,” you spoke between moans.
“Good,” he groaned deeply.
You began to moved faster, and harder, almost erratic, and you tried to hold to any part of him. You leaned down against him, “fuck me.”
You arched your bum up and felt him pound himself within you, hands holding you close as you screamed through your orgasm.
He yelled out obscenities and you felt him slow and you felt your vagina flutter against him. He pumped himself within you with slow, languid movements.
Tahron held you close, you felt sticky but content against him, you placed your head against his chest and heard his heart beating fast, then it began to slow as he stopped moving within you.
“Fuck,” you heard him speak, his voice rumbled through his chest.
You leaned your head up and looked at him as he looked down at you with his four eyes. You moved up him so your head was held above his and you kissed him, softly, intimately.
He seemed taken back by the gesture, and you moved off before he could reciprocate, “I’m going to clean up.”
You got up from him, and turned your back as you walked into your bathroom.
There was a sense of anxiety there, with him so close and your actions towards him were more than a one time thing and you were scared. You had to admit that to yourself, you ran the shower hot, and walked into it. Allowing the water to have that slight sting, keeping you awake and aware. Punishing yourself for the feelings you were experiencing.
After a few moments, you heard the door open and you looked over to see Tahron standing naked in the door way.
“Mind if I join?” he gave a soft smile.
You took in a short breath and your anxiety spiked, but you smiled at him through your wet hair, “yeah, I’d like that.”
He moved in and brought himself in the water, he cringed but still tried to get under the water. You laughed and turned the cold water up a bit and watched as he relaxed into the warm water. His wet arms round themselves around your waist and brought you in against his skin, the both of you naked and in the silence, just listening to each other breath and the crashing of water against the white tiles.
Tahron began to make conversation, and you talked about your work in information and he talked of his in counselling and therapy, it surprised you. You had an expectation that he’d be like the stereotypical Batarian, but you shook the thoughts from your head.
You both left the shower, you turned the taps off and dried off, and he dried himself off and placing his clothes on.
“I’ve got to go,” he spoke up, “but if you would - I mean, if you’d like…”
You smiled and placed your arms around his neck and giving him a long kiss, “message me, and let’s do this again.”
Tahron smiled wide and nodded, “I would definitely like that.”