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Artificial light filtered into the room and it blinded him. With a muted groan, Conrad Verner scrubbed his face and tried desperately to shake some sense into himself. He'd had some extremely vivid dreams of Commander Shepard over the last few years, but last night's entry had been one for the Galaxy Record Books.

With a yawn, he dropped his hand and snaked it down his surprisingly well-built body to relieve himself. He grabbed his alarmingly hard cock and a small contented sigh slid through his lips.

“If she wakes up and finds you doing that she won't be happy,” a low voice warned him.

Alarmed, he snatched back his hand and turned to find whiskey-coloured eyes staring back at him. Conrad swallowed hard as he recognised the Major from all the holovids and broadcasts. “Spectre Alenko?” he asked in surprise. The newly appointed Spectre sat up next to him in the bed and he appeared to be completely naked. He was engrossed in reading reports on his datapad and looked completely at ease. Conrad let his eyes wander over the soldier's chest and he realised that he put him to shame. This had to be the first time he'd had a sex dream that involved another man.

“Keep your voice down,” Kaidan hissed quietly, eyes darting to something behind Conrad.

Usually, he liked people bossing him around but there was no twinkle in Kaidan's eye when he made the command. The bed shifted behind him and he realised that they weren't alone. Conrad slowly rolled over and saw short bright red hair peeking out from under the covers. “Is that-” he whispered in disbelief. The figure moved slightly and exposed a little more skin, far more skin than he had ever seen. Even in his dreams, she hadn't been so naked, and Major Alenko certainly had never made a guest appearance. Reality hit him and hit him harder than a loudmouth in a bar.

This was Commander Shepard's bedroom and this wasn't a dream.

****

Previous Day 

Adrenaline was still flooding his body, his hands were still shaking and he struggled to hold the glass of water Jenna had provided him with. She was very sweet and surprisingly funny, and she was talking to him. Conrad finally steadied his hand long enough to take a long sip.

“I can't believe you were willing to step in front of that bullet,” Jenna murmured. She leaned forward on the opposite cot. She had taken him to another area in the refugee camp to get checked over. He had told her it wasn't necessary but she had insisted like the sweetheart she appeared to be.

Conrad shrugged like it was something he did every day. “It was nothing, me and the Commander go waaaaay back.”

“Really?” Jenna asked, brushing a lock of hair back from her face with a grin. “Same.”

He sighed deeply, thinking how close he had come to the proverbial Grim Reaper snagging him by the collar and dragging him into the abyss. He hadn't even questioned it, hadn't hesitated when that gun came up. Conrad adored Commander Shepard and hadn't wanted to see her come to any kind of harm, not on his watch. Fortunately, Jenna had sabotaged it so he was able to save his heroics for another day.

“I guess I should say thank you for messing with that gun,” he said, sipping a little more water.

Jenna waved him off. “It was nothing,” she stated, her tone indicating that it was no big deal. She glanced around and back at him as if she were considering something. “You know, we could grab some lunch or something, I hear good things about Apollo’s.”

“Apollo’s?” Conrad asked in confusion.

“Yeah,” she answered. “It’s become pretty popular since Major Alenko and Commander Shepard were seen dining there.”

“I…ummm…”

His brain started to short-circuit. Here was this brilliant and beautiful woman and she was asking him if he wanted to go to lunch. Conrad’s glass started shaking as he wasn’t entirely certain how to proceed. No one had trained him for this as potential dates usually blew him off before he could even attempt conversation. He seriously didn’t know what it was about him that put people off. 

“I….”

Fortunately, his omni-tool bleeped softly to inform him of a new message. It was probably some form of spam or another e-invite to some saucy extranet site that he totally hadn’t signed up to in a moment of weakness. Conrad raised his arm while uttering an apology, tilting his wrist at an angle so he could consult the message.

It was from Commander Shepard, and it was her real correspondence. Not some Bataran scammer pretending to be her in an attempt to exploit credits, but it was actually her!

All thoughts of Jenna went soaring out the window like that Krogan at Heutra Memorial. He opened the message:

Conrad, 

Some thrilling heroics back there, gotta say I’m pretty impressed. Stop by the Spectre Office near the Human Embassy when you get the chance. I'd like to thank you personally.

• Shepard.

His heart skipped a dozen beats and his mouth went dry. Commander Shepard was impressed…with him! Conrad gulped down his excitement and feeling a little bolder thrust the glass at Jenna.

“That's an amazing invitation and I am highly honoured,” he said as he stood up. “But duty calls.”

Jenna had no idea what he meant as she had overheard Shepard essentially cursing Conrad out for doing Cerberus’ dirty work. He had claimed he was just doing what she did even though Shepard had gone back to Alliance and was fighting distinctly under their colours.

“Oh, okay, she said, trying not to sound so downtrodden by his obvious rejection. 

“Thanks again,” Conrad said enthusiastically, practically bouncing away.

Setting down the glass, Jenna folded her arms and watched him with a raised eyebrow. He was definitely a peculiar one, and she wondered what had got him so worked up and hyper. With a sigh, she pushed him from her mind and went back to work.

****

Considering the extremely hard time Commander Shepard had given him, Conrad decided that he should change before he graciously accepted her invitation and went to meet her. He had showered and changed into a smarter ensemble, keeping it simple and tasteful with black jeans and a comfortable blue shirt. 

The elevator doors opened and he was transported into a world far beyond his own. All representatives of the Council races were just kinda…hanging around. An Eclor was stood having a very monotonous conversation with a Volus, and there were several Asari Commandos stood to one side conferring quietly.

Conrad had lived on the Citadel for a fair few years now so he was no stranger to seeing a variety of species all gathered, but this was something else. He had little time to soak in the atmosphere as a man clad in white walked over to him with a datapad clutched in his hands.

“Can I help you, sir?” 

Sir?! No one ever called him sir, at least not without adding the words: You're causing a disturbance.

“I'm looking for the Spectre office,” he said confidently. “Commander Shepard is expecting me”

He didn't fail to miss the scepticism that briefly flitted across his face. “To the right, second door on the left. First door is Commander Bailey's office, and you don't want to accidently walk in on him.”

The man was currently stressed to the eyeballs from dealing with the fallout from the Cerberus coup. 

Conrad and Bailey were very well acquainted, usually due to the fact he could regularly find himself caught up in somewhat precarious situations. “Noted,” he replied, before heading in the direction indicated to him.

To his right he saw Donnel Udina’s office and the door flashed with a angry red light. Obviously C-Sec had sealed the room while they conducted a thorough investigation into his ties with Cerberus. A flash of guilt slipped through his body at the thought of how he'd been a part of that same organisation. Oh how he had pissed off Commander Shepard when she found out about it. He had only been following in her footsteps, but it seemed like he hadn’t received the memo that Cerberus was bad and she had only joined them as she had no other choice.

Banishing the thought aside, he turned on his heel and looked up at the door and the small Spectre symbol above it. Conrad straightened up and tugged at his jacket. He smoothed down his shirt down and then ran a hand through his goatee to make sure he looked presentable. He didn't want to look tardy, that would be unbecoming and quite frankly it would be an insult to a soldier as incredible as Commander Shepard.

He took a step forward to announce his presence.

Inside, Shepard has been clearing correspondence on the specialised terminal. Every single time she came back into the office she had a long line of requests waiting for her. She'd asked if she could just have them sent to her own omni-tool and the response from her superiors had been that there was a danger that it could be compromised. Shepard had argued that most of her requests were trivial at best, but their stance was clear. No.

Then again, after the shit Udina had pulled, she couldn't blame them for being cautious.

The door sounding almost made her flinch. Almost. She spun around and walked over to it. 

On the other side stood Conrad Verner and he looked as eager as ever.

For a brief moment Conrad was worried that the message had been fabricated, and that he had been set up. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of his work colleagues had played a practical joke on him as they all knew of his worship for the Saviour of the Citadel.

Also, it looked like Commander Shepard wasn’t so happy to see him.

Green eyes scanned him with scrutiny and then finally a small smile curved into her full lips. At least he'd had the sense to change his outfit, she had a feeling that Bailey would have arrested him on the spot had he still been wearing it. She had heard him outside barking orders at his men telling them he didn’t care if they had to rip apart the keeper tunnels with their bare hands, he wanted every inch of them scoured incase just one of those bastards were biding their time.

Shepard had been half tempted to go outside and watch the show, if only to see his people squirm. She hadn’t known he had it in him.

“I didn't expect you to come so quickly,” Shepard said in surprise.

He finally managed to smile, albeit a little nervously. “When Commander Shepard calls, you come running.”

Moving aside she made a sweeping gesture, motioning for him to step aside. As soon as he stepped over the threshold an alarm began blaring, informing Shepard an intruder had been detected.

“Override security measures. Spectre status FD 692013.  Shepard, Jane.”

The alarm stopped.

||Vocal patterns accepted. Authorisation code accepted. Spectre Status recognised. Shepard, Jane.||

Shepard looked to Conrad who had covered his ears in all the commotion and folded her arms.

Hesitantly, Conrad lowered his hands and then looked behind him to the door that had slid closed. He had no idea what the security measures were like here but for some reason, he envisioned being annihilated by large lasers. At least Commander Shepard had everything under control just as she always did.

“Sorry about that.” She turned on her heel and stalked back over to the terminal, she glanced behind her and noticed Conrad hadn't followed her. “I don't bite.”

Quickly he walked over to her and looked around. It was a small office but fully functional with some impressive technology. He peered through the window and his eyes widened. “You have your own area for target practice?”

Shepard smirked. “Yep,” she answered, some quiet pride sleeping into her voice. As soon as she had told Garrus about it he'd lost his mind and told her he expected her to take him there to hang out. “Great place to come to when you just wanna shoot something, you know?’

Conrad looked back at her and nodded, but he didn't know the urge she meant as he'd never had that drive just to shoot a gun or punch someone. Not like the redhead now stood only a few feet from him. He fidgeted a little. “You said you wanted to thank me personally?”

“I did,” Shepard replied, making no effort to move. “That research you gave me was really helpful. My superior officer Admiral Hackett was damn impressed. He's asked me to make you a proposition,” she informed him.

“A proposition?” he asked. Was this his moment? After all these years, people would finally take him seriously and realise his potential. Was this Conrad’s time to shine?

“Top secret assignment,” she stated.

His interest was definitely piqued, and the look on his face made it obvious that he was willing to listen to this so-called proposal.

This was the longest she had found herself in Conrad’s presence, and although he had initially seemed irritating, now she was standing here with him he didn't seem so bad. Plus the goatee he had grown since the last time she'd seen him was really working for him. It was actually kinda hot.

“We could discuss it more over drinks,” Shepard murmured, pushing off of the terminal and closing the distance between them.

“Drinks?” he asked more than a little confused.

“Yeah…what's your poison?” Shepard moved a little closer and ran a finger down his chest, looking up to him. Conrad's cheeks flushed and his mind went blank. Her hand slowly moved up to his neck and her rough fingers tangled into his short hair at the nape of his neck.

“Ugh…” he managed to utter.

Her lips twisted into a smile as it had been a while since she had rendered anyone so speechless. It was a good feeling, and it made her feel incredibly powerful. Shepard shifted her body a little closer. “Do I make you nervous, Conrad?” 

“Of course not, Commander,” he managed to stammer, swallowing hard as her fingers felt so good in his hair.

Shepard pressed up against him and leaned in, stopping short of his lips which were now trembling uncontrollably. “I said I wanted to thank you personally,” she whispered. “And it doesn't get any more personal than this.”

Conrad was going through the whole spectrum of emotions, and boy did it terrify him. He didn't dare move, acting like a fly stuck in some sort of sexy spider's web. He was afraid if he even breathed the wrong way she would come to her senses and realise that she was so tantalisingly close to him.

“Ugh..” he managed.

A low chuckle erupted from her, and she sighed deeply as she pulled back, regarding him with a serious expression. “This doesn't happen if you don't give me some sort of green light, Conrad.” Shepard may have had a reputation for being ruthless, but she would never force someone out of their comfort zone or do something against their will.

Having this kind of interaction with Shepard was something he had dreamt about and had fantasized about for years. It usually involved her commanding him to pleasure her, to get down on the floor and lick her boots and other far more intimate areas of her body. Conrad had been her willing slave, eager to please her. Sinful thoughts began percolating in his mind and he felt his cock beginning to twitch.

“Commander Shepard,” he said slowly, and as calmly as he could muster considering how tight his pants were getting. “I humbly accept whatever gratitude you wish to show me…” He was sure the gulp he made was loud but he didn't care as his eyelids grew heavy just thinking about the possibilities, about all the ways she wanted to thank him; to reward him. “In whatever way you choose.”

That was the green light she had been waiting for. Shepard grinned and used the hand on the back of his head to pull his mouth to hers. Her kisses were rough and chaste as she maneuvered him backward. His back collided with the wall and he let out a small groan with the pain.

Conrad held his hands up to the sides, not willing to touch her for fear he might do something wrong. Even with her lips on his own, he was still uncertain as to how to react. 

After all, this was usually around the time he woke up as even his own dreams cock blocked him.

Her hands ran down the front of his shirt and while he wasn't as well built as her current lover, he was still pretty remarkable in his way. Shepard pulled back and looked at each of his hands with a puzzled expression. “The fuck are you doing?” 

“I wasn't sure if I was allowed to…you know…touch.”

Shepard smirked at his choice of words, finding it pretty amusing that he'd spent so long flailing over her and now that he had her right in front of him he didn't know how to handle it. That had been pretty much the story of her life with past lovers. With a sigh, she reached up and took hold of his hands before guiding them down to her ass. Conrad almost came as soon as his hands connected with her perfectly firm cheeks.

“Touch whatever you want,” she whispered as she leaned in, using her tongue to trace the outline of his ear. “You've earned it.”

Conrad groaned, flexing his fingers and sliding his hands up and down. She smelt, tasted, and felt just as she had in his dreams. No, that wasn’t true. She was better; she was downright intoxicating.

Forcing her hips to him, Shepard could feel the impression she'd made on him and it felt pretty sizable. She ground herself against him with a subtle shimmy and her grin only increased.

|| Spectre Status Recognised, Alenko, Kaidan ||

At the sound of the automated system, Conrad's hands dropped from Shepard like he had been handling a burning object. Shepard seemed unphased but took a few steps back and turned to look over at her male counterpart.

Major Kaidan Alenko sauntered in, with his perfect hair and perfect body, and the swagger of a man who was confident in himself and his abilities. Conrad had briefly met him when he'd first met Shepard, but he had been nothing like he was now. He hadn't warranted a second glance or thought. Until now.

“Hey Shepard,” he said, his voice both rough and smooth at the same time. Conrad was amazed at his ability to do that. Kaidan glanced over at the unexpected visitor. He raised an eyebrow as he looked back at her. “I'm guessing they didn't swear in a new Spectre?”

Conrad let out a nervous laugh at his joke. Shepard folded her arms and merely smiled at the biotic. “Conrad here saved my life, was ready to take a bullet for me back at the refugee camp.”

“I'd heard about that,” Kaidan murmured, giving her a once over as if to check she was unharmed as he had been pretty worried about her. “You okay?”

Shepard gave a simple nod. Neither of them needed many words to communicate. “I'm fine, Kaidan.”

His gaze lingered but he didn't press for further details. Kaidan looked back at Conrad. It had been years since he had seen the man and he was looking a little more distinguished these days. “Were you really willing to take a bullet for my girl?” he asked.

That comment got his attention, Conrad hesitated and glanced at Shepard who didn’t seem entirely bothered. He wasn't sure how he could answer that without the man using his biotic abilities to throw him through a wall. Stammering, he pushed himself to stand straighter. “Your…your girl?”

“Don't overthink it, Conrad,” Shepard warned him as she motioned with her head for Kaidan to take a step back as he could be quite intimidating to the uninitiated. “We have a thing.”

“A thing?” Kaidan asked with an amused expression. “You do have a way with words, Shepard.”

“You and your fucking labels.” Shepard sighed. “Look, Conrad. The shit with Udina brought out a lot of repressed things between us,” she admitted, knowing that he was probably confused as Hell considering she had kissed him. “But we both have needs that can't be obtained within the confines of a conventional relationship.”

Conrad looked over at Kaidan who stood there in stoic silence. He looked back at Shepard, shifting uncomfortably due to his earlier excitement. “You really don't have to explain yourself, Commander.” He pushed himself off the wall. “Really.”

Kaidan folded his arms, studying the man. “You know, Shepard, when you suggested a third, I don't think I was expecting this,” he murmured to Shepard.

“A third?” Conrad asked, eyes wide in alarm.

As if he had given away some huge secret, Shepard flashed him a look of irritation. “I haven't asked him yet,” she retorted, clearly annoyed as she had been building up to it.

“A third what?” Conrad asked a little too Innocently.

“Well if you have to ask, it's definitely not happening.” Kaidan threw up his hands and turned to leave.

“Kaidan…wait…”

At the insistence in her voice, Kaidan turned back to her. “Come on, Shepard. Out of all the people you could have chosen.” He glanced over at Conrad acknowledging that the comment might be a little hurtful. “No offense.”

“Offense taken,” he muttered quietly.

“You owe me, Kaidan.”

He was well aware that he owed her a lot, for what had happened between them on Horizon, bitching her out back on Mars. At Apollo’s, he had given her a speech about how he envisioned the future and that he gave a lot of thought about them as a couple, and she had been receptive. Hell, she had been receptive to the point she had taken him back to Normandy and practically mounted him in the elevator.

As much as she liked him, perhaps even loved him, Kaidan knew she was such a wild and unpredictable creature that he couldn’t hope to completely tie her down to just him. Even though they had only very recently connected, and he still thought it was messed up that it took pointing guns at one another to realise the extent of their feelings, she had been very open with him about how a relationship with her worked.

Shepard wanted Kaidan, she had wanted all of him, but with the unpredictable nature of the war resting on her narrow shoulders, she wanted to make up for lost time and explore all the different possibilities. At the top of that list was looking beyond her own very vanilla lifestyle and branching out.

That’s how the subject of introducing other people had transpired. She had been very keen on a threesome, and she wasn't bothered about the composition. Being with another woman wouldn’t really phase her, and she knew that Kaidan had no issues being around other men so for either of them it was a win-win.

Their main issue had been trying to figure out how and when it could potentially happen. Normandy spent a lot of time out and about either patrolling or being sent to the next crisis, and they had both agreed that fellow shipmates were strictly off-limits. Although, she’d probably climb James Vega like a fucking tree if given the opportunity.  He could flirt with the best of them, but she was certain that if she had made an actual advance he would have run a mile.

No, keeping it off Normandy was for the best and it ensured that Kaidan had all of her there.

Shepard had written it off as something that would never happen until she had seen the way Conrad’s eyes lit up as soon as he spotted her. The overly-enthusiastic man wouldn't have been her first choice, but his attachment to her was definitely something she could utilise.

So Shepard had said fuck it, with so much uncertainty and them being sent out to the arse end of nowhere to find more assets to fight the Reapers, she thought she would test the waters. She had wanted to see if he would be receptive or not to the invitation of a lifetime.

Unfortunately, Kaidan had thoroughly thrown a wrench in her plans by showing up. He had told her he was going to be on the Normandy going over his expense reports. She had been hoping to contact him to meet her at her new apartment and then she’d yell surprise and present him with their new playmate.

“Wait…” Conrad spoke up as if reminding her he was there. It seemed like her words had finally begun to sink in. “You want me to have sex with you?” His gaze shifted uncertainly to Kaidan who was giving nothing away. “Both of you?”

“We come as a pair,” Shepard informed him.

“And sometimes she cums alone,” Kaidan said, the words slipping out before he had even realised. His eyes widened a little like he had overstepped some boundary, which was ridiculous as she had literally just propositioned Conrad Verner of all people.

She looked over at him and grinned. “You always say the sweetest things, Kaidan,” she whispered.

He only offered her a shrug, a rare shy smile tugging at his lips.

The display between them was ever so sweet, and it surprised him that they’d want to shoehorn someone like him in there. “Why me?” Conrad asked, completely bewildered when Shepard could have her pick of anyone to sleep with. 

At his question, she saw Kaidan’s eyes go to her as if he was interested in the answer.

There had been no logic to her thought processes, and she certainly didn’t know how to vocalise them.

 “Do we really need to dissect this?” Shepard asked, now growing a little impatient as she had been extremely turned on at the prospect of finally fulfilling a fantasy. “I trust you, Conrad. I trust you enough to sleep with you, and I trust you not to go spreading it around.”

“And how do you know that?” Conrad asked.

“You went off and got involved with fucking Cerberus because I did it in the past, you said you had a wife when you didn’t,” Shepard retorted. “And even if you did go off and tell your friends that you fucked Commander Shepard, they wouldn’t believe you.” She quirked an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure you’d jump off a cliff if I asked you to.”

Kaidan raised his eyebrows as her words had been a little harsh. Yes, Conrad gave off that kind of energy that he didn’t have a lot going on in his life. That he tried to fulfill himself by following Shepard’s sometimes unhinged example, but if she wanted to woo him into bed, this wasn’t the way to do it.

There was no expression on Conrad’s face as she laid out the truth and the worst thing about it was she was absolutely correct. However, her astute observation didn’t upset him, it had quite the opposite effect. He seemed to be more attracted to her when she was being an absolute bitch, especially to him. He gave a small cough and then pulled down his shirt.

Shepard ‘s eyes followed his hand, as did Kaidan ‘s who was astounded by what he had just witnessed.

“Did that turn you on?” he asked in disbelief.

All Conrad could do was muster a hint of a smile as his cheeks burned.

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If David Anderson had known the apartment he had gifted her would be used to host such salacious activities, he would have probably slapped her upside the head. Shepard was just glad he was on Earth on the frontlines and not here to judge her. She poured the wine into three glasses and offered them out.

Conrad was having a Hell of a day, he had been propositioned by Commander Shepard in her office and now he was standing in her apartment. He marvelled at the size of it and walked over to the paintings with a glass in hand.

Perhaps he had really died when he had jumped in front of the bullet. This was probably his idea of Heaven. The presence of Major Alenko was a little weird but he was undeniably an attractive man. He supposed that if he was going to have a heavenly threesome then he could be the filling in a delightful Spectre sandwich.

Dead or not, real or not, this was undoubtedly the best day of his life.

As Conrad scoped out her apartment, Shepard leaned in a little closer to Kaidan and reached out to him. She ran a finger down his arm and then placed her hand over his. Usually she wasn’t so affectionate, she saved that kind of gesture for private moments but she wanted to make sure he was okay with how fast this had developed.

“Kaidan, if you don’t want this we can stop anytime you want,” she reassured him.

“No.” He looked at her, his darker eyes searching hers and he sighed deeply. “I want this, Shepard. Maybe…” Kaidan paused and sipped his wine, looking over at the man who had agreed so willingly to be their third. “Maybe Conrad Verner wouldn’t have been my first choice, but I want this.”

He finished off the last of his wine and then gestured over to Conrad. “We going to do this or what?”

Shepard watched him carefully. “You’re really okay with this?” she asked.

“You’re asking me if I’m okay with watching you get pleasured by another man who clearly worships you?” Kaidan asked, shaking his head as if the question were utterly ridiculous. “Of course I am. And I’d like to try that thing we’d talked about.”

Her eyes lit up with desire. “Absolutely.”

“Then I’m okay with it.”

Finishing off her own wine, not that she needed the liquid courage, she called Conrad over. He was nervous but the wine had helped relax him a little. 

****

The bed was surprisingly large as Conrad sat down. He looked around the room which was surprisingly spartan and devoid of any personal effects, but he knew Shepard spent all of her time on Normandy looking for ways to save them from the Reapers.

Shepard appeared in the doorway from the bathroom and she had decided to dispense with the pleasantries. Impatiently, she had showered and hadn't bothered to get redressed.

The air whooshed out of his lungs at the sight of Commander Shepard completely naked. Her breasts were small and pert, her stomach was muscular, a testament to her relentless fitness regime. Conrad swallowed hard as his eyes reached the apex of her glorious thighs, trimmed faint red hair peeking out between them.

“You are a Goddess,” he managed to say.

His words seemed to have an impact and she began walking forward like a predator stalking toward their prey. “Has Kaidan updated you on how this is going to work?”

Conrad nodded, he had gone over some rules and reminded him that he could back out at any time. He looked over at the doorway in which the handsome Major had left and had yet to return. “He did.”

“Good.” It was just like Kaidan to treat a casual hook-up like this as some form of mission, wanting to make sure that all parties knew what was expected of them and explaining the perimeters. It was hotter than Hell and his more commanding side was definitely something she hoped to see more of in the future. 

In a swift movement, propelled by the thought of her lover, Shepard was on the bed and relieving Conrad of his clothes. Her lips were on his as she hastily unbuttoned the shirt. His response was instantaneous and he groaned loudly against her mouth.

With the material gone, she ran her hands up and down his bare chest and then snaked them down to unbutton his pants. Without invitation, she reached inside and wrapped a hand around his alarmingly firm cock.

Conrad gave a strangled cry, not expecting her to be so brazen. He broke off the kiss as she started to pump him. “Shouldn't we wait for Major Alenko?” he stammered.

“He'll be up in a minute,” she whispered, trailing a few kisses up and down his neck. Her breath was hot against his skin and her hand moved a little faster.

The sensation was incredible and it took all his willpower not to cum right away. That would have been extremely embarrassing. Conrad was still hesitant about touching her and instead removed the remains of his shirt while Commander Shepard insisted on removing his pants.

She sat back on her knees and admired him in all his naked glory. A trail of hair ran down from his navel to his cock which was swollen with how turned on he was. Conrad was watching her intently and his breathing hitched.

Encouraged by his reaction, she leaned forward to take hold of him and plunged her mouth down without any kind of warning. 

A strangled cry left his mouth and he closed his eyes. Now he was going to wake up from this hot dream, he just knew it. He focused on the sensation of her experienced mouth, head bobbing and tongue swirling. It was beyond incredible; beyond anything he had ever experienced before. He was no stranger to the ladies, but usually the encounters weren’t so erotic.

With a small moan he opened his eyes and that's when he saw Major Alenko standing at the side of the bed. He was naked with droplets of water running down his body. The man was built like some Greek God out of story books. Conrad slowly looked down to see he was stroking himself as he watched his girlfriend orally pleasuring another man.

Conrad felt weirdly ashamed for looking at the man as he did that. 

“It's okay you can look,” Kaidan whispered, and although he never took his eyes off of Shepard, he was addressing him.

Hearing his voice, Shepard stopped what she was doing and Conrad's cock slid from her mouth with a loud pop. She sat up on her knees and grinned at Kaidan, crawling over to him like a sultry tiger. He needed no words from the redhead, all of their cues seemed to be non-verbal.

Taking a few steps forward he presented her with his own dick as if it were some trophy. Shepard kept her eyes on his as she wrapped her lips around it. Kaidan closed his eyes at the initial contact and then opened them again, watching her intently as she began to suck. His hand went to the back of her hair, running his fingers through it before tightening his hold on her.

Conrad's own hand reached for his now neglected dick and palmed it slowly. He simply couldn’t look away, mesmerised by the sight.

With the hand on her head, Kaidan guided her movements and thrust into her mouth a little faster and a little harder. Conrad heard Commander Shepard gag as the Major forced his impressive length down her throat. He held her there and the look in his eyes was purely feral. She was looking up at him blinking slowly but not pulling away, as if she were determined to choke on his girth.

Finally, he released her and pulled out. Shepard was drooling and she quickly wiped it away as she grinned up at him. Kaidan bent down and captured the lips that had just been wrapped around him, kissing her deeply. His fingers were still tangled in her hair and his other hand cupped her breast, teasing her nipple with a rough thumb.

Conrad just continued to watch with a dumbstruck expression, he still couldn't believe that he was sitting there watching them. He shifted a little, still pumping away into his hand as they kissed. He was no stranger to spicy extranet videos but seeing it happening live was another experience altogether. The control Major Alenko was able to assert over Commander Shepard was incredible to witness. Perhaps once this little rendevous was over, he could ask him for some pointers.

Shepard gave a small murmur against his lips and then broke it off to look back over at Conrad. He seemed to be really enjoying himself and she crawled back over to him. “I bet you didn't envision your day ending up like this when you woke up this morning,” she murmured, gently reaching out and placing her hand over his own to guide his movements.

“I….ugh…” he stammered.

“I'm guessing that's a no,” Kaidan said with a small chuckle, running his hand along the curve of her back and down again. 

“No.” It was a single word and it was all he could manage. Shepard kept her green eyes on him, watching his facial expressions as she forced him to pleasure himself. Kaidan glanced over but was more focused on the redhead. He glided his right hand down and found her soaking wet pussy. A small gasp escaped her lips.

“She's soaking wet, Conrad.” Kaidan’s eyes shifted to him. “I don't think she’s ever been so wet.”

Shepard tossed a look over her shoulder at the biotic. “Jealous, Major?” 

“No. Just gives me more incentive.”  Kaidan slowly rubbed her slick lips before plunging two fingers into her. She gave a low moan of approval at the unexpected intrusion.

“I…” Conrad found he'd lost all ability to speak as she held him like that. He swallowed hard and felt like he was melting into the bed. Shepard released him as she could see it was sweet torture for him.

“You're very restrained, Conrad,” she said, a hint of admiration creeping into her tone. “Most men would have been all over me by now.”

Finding a little more confident, Conrad sat up and offered her a smirk. “I'm a very respectful person, Commander.”

“Maybe we should change that.” Shepard had an edge to her tone.  “Lie down.”

On her order, he shifted his body further down the bed and Shepard crawled further up the bed so she was right next to his head. Conrad kept his eyes on her as leaned in to press a quick kiss against his lips. “You still okay with this?” 

“Absolutely, Commander.” He was a bit eccentric, but he was definitely not crazy. Even Reapers bursting through the windows couldn’t stop him from experiencing this moment.

Kaidan just sat back for a moment, letting her have her fun as he knew precisely what she was going to do. Adjusting herself, Shepard lifted herself up with the headboard and perched herself over him, her knees on either side of his head.

Conrad needed no prompting or command, he brought his hands up and finally made contact with her skin. He cupped her firm ass which felt amazing now without any cloth to protect it. Pulling her down to him, his tongue flicked across her highly sensitive clit and it sent shivers down her spine.

She began to tilt her hips back and forth slowly, relishing in the sensation his mouth provided. Kaidan gave a low groan at the sight, she had ridden him like that before but he'd never been in a position to see her expression of ecstasy. She glanced over her shoulder at him and gave a wicked grin as she continued moving.

“So fucking hot,” he murmured.

As Conrad continued to devour her like a starved man, Kaidan stood up and then positioned himself at Shepard's mouth. For a moment she just stared up at him with her eyes half-closed before obediently opening her mouth.

He didn't bother resting his hands on her head this time, letting her control how deep she took him. Her tongue danced along his shaft, sucking him with renewed fervour. Kaidan's body trembled with the effort to hold back his orgasm as she was slowly unravelling him.

Shepard hummed around him as Conrad continued his relentless assault from below. His tongue went deeper, lapping at her and with the combination of Kaidan's cock in her mouth she was close to that sweet edge of bliss. Her pupils were dark with desire and he suddenly withdrew from her mouth.

“Kaidan,” she whined quietly then gasped as Conrad hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh God, yes.” Her hips moved even quicker, grinding against his mouth and the rough sensation of his goatee was enough to push her past the point of no return. Her juices flowed down the sides of his mouth and around his tongue. She was like sweet nectar and his cock twitched like he was being electrocuted.

Once she rode out her orgasm, quite literally she felt her legs beginning to buckle. Conrad released his hold on her cheeks, marks from where his fingernails had dug in stood red and angry against her milky skin. He made all sorts of noises but he couldn’t speak with a mouth full of her divine pussy.

Recognising the strain on her body, Kaidan moved in and lifted her off of Conrad so the man could actually breathe. 

Conrad’s chest was heaving, but it was a good kind of pain. His chin was glistening with her slick and he was smiling contently. “Wow, Commander Shepard,” he managed to utter.

Shepard held onto Kaidan as she knelt next to Conrad with a most satisfied expression. “I think it’s time for the main event, don’t you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and then looking over at Kaidan.

A hint of a smile registered on the handsome Major’s features as he recognised that glint in her eyes, and he gave her another kiss. “Be right back,” he murmured, leisurely walking over to the bathroom. Conrad turned his head and blushed a little as he caught sight of his tight buttocks as he walked.

“Quite the view right,” Shepard said as she watched him shamelessly checking out her man. “100% Canadian Beef right there.”

While he had never been interested in men romantically or sexually, he couldn’t deny that Major Kaidan Alenko oozed raw charisma. Conrad could only nod then allowed his eyes to rake over Shepard’s flushed body. 

“You’re a Goddess, Commander,” he whispered in reverence.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Conrad.” She scrunched her shoulder to her ear like a shy school girl. “But don’t tell Kaidan that. He might get a little jealous.”

“Oh, he has nothing to be jealous about,” Conrad said. “He knows his way around a woman.”

“Also knows his way around a man,” she murmured. “Would be kinda hot to see him fuck you.”

His eyes went wide in alarm at the thought of that huge erection going anywhere near him. Shepard reigned in her wilder thoughts and offered him a smile. “Relax Conrad, there’s only one ass he’s interested in tonight.”

Conrad wouldn’t say he sighed in relief, and he was sure that the Major could be a very sensual lover for the right person. But that person was definitely not him.

Kaidan returned with a blue bottle in his hand, the label was concealed so he couldn’t see what it was. He stood just in front of Shepard and looked down at her. “How do you want to do this?” he asked quietly.

There was a brief silence as she contemplated how to execute her next manoeuvre. “I think Conrad below and you behind.” Shepard tilted her head. “Work for you, Major?”

“You’ve never steered me wrong before.”

With a grin, she bit her lip and then proceeded to push herself up onto all fours and gave Conrad a sexy smile. He didn’t understand quite was going on but he was here for it. Kaidan lifted up the bottle and flipped off the cap. He turned it upside down, and squeezed out a giant dollop of lube.

“Oh,” Conrad managed to utter, watching as he coated his fingers with a generous amount. With skilled fingers, Kaidan began to massage her tight little asshole, thoroughly preparing it for the invasion to come. Shepard gave a loud gasp as she felt the cool lube being applied to her most intimate area, her body was thrumming with anticipation. 

“You should be honoured, Conrad,” she managed to moan as Kaidan continued to stretch her, the burn easing to a more pleasurable sensation. “I’ve never been fucked in the ass before.”

Swallowing hard, his hand wandered towards his dick again.

“Leave it,” Kaidan ordered, watching him out of the corner of his eye as he added another finger.

Conrad stopped and put his hand back on his stomach, his poor cock twitching. 

“Kaidan,” Shepard said, looking over her shoulder at him.

“He doesn’t get to spoil your fun, Shepard.” He used his other hand to part one of her cheeks, relishing in the sight of her virgin hole being slowly prepared for him. Kaidan had been too shy to ask her to try anal before, not that she wouldn’t do it as he was sure she would try anything once, but because he hadn’t wanted to seem too demanding. However, that was before she had suggested a threesome. It gave him a thrill to know he would be her first, entering unclaimed territory.

“I won’t touch myself until you tell me, sir,” Conrad said, his voice taking on a little husky quality. Before tonight he would have claimed he was as straight as an arrow, but seeing this man in action had certainly made his perspective change. 

“Never knew you were so obidient, Verner,” Kaidan commented, making the statement as if he wasn’t up to his knuckles in Shepard’s ass. He leaned forward and placed a few kisses at the base of her spine. “Feel good?”

“Amazing,” she managed to whisper, but it turned into a moan halfway.

“Think you’re ready for me?” he asked her.

“Only one way to find out,” she retorted, wiggling her hips.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and then looked over at Conrad. Now it was time for the main event. “Last chance to back out.”

Conrad shook his head quickly as Shepard mounted him like he were some magnificent stallion. Using a hand, she grabbed hold of him and gave a few test strokes before finally guiding him into her velvety heat. Her pussy wrapped around him felt exquisite and she was so wet and warm.

“Fuck, Commander Shepard,” he uttered and his hands went to her hips instinctively. 

With a grin, she moved her hips in the form of a figure of eight, letting him enjoy the feel of her before she lay her body down parallel to him. Conrad found her intoxicating being so close, he moved a hand up to her face and delicately cupped her cheek. He leaned in for a kiss and she obliged. It was simple and sweet.

While Shepard was distracted, Kaidan grabbed the lube and coated himself with a generous amount. He wanted this to go as smoothly as possible as he was eager to please his wayward partner. Carefully, he positioned himself behind Shepard, his thick cock pressing against her slackened asshole.

“Ready, baby?” he asked of her, spreading her cheeks so he had better access.

“Just fuck me already.”

Kaidan teased her entrance, circling it with the tip. She responded by squirming and begging for more. With a gentle yet firm push, he slid into her ever so slowly, watching himself filling her inch by inch. Out of instinct, she clenched which was understandable, he soothed her by rubbing his hands against her sensitive skin. “Relax baby.”

Conrad could feel her getting tighter as Kaidan bottomed out completely.

“You take it so well,” Kaidan cooed, then slowly began withdrawing.

Shepard lifted her head and Conrad could see her eyes rolling back as she let out another loud groan. “Oh fuck, Kaidan.”

He slid back in, still taking his time as he wanted her to adjust to him before he went a little faster and harder. Kaidan gave his own moan as he watched him easing in and out of her and the feeling was indescribable.

“More,” she pleaded, impatiently moving her hips. “Just fuck me please.” Her body being impaled by two dicks made her feel so impossibly full. Kaidan picked up the pace, moving a little more and she cried out loudly. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

Taking the cue, Conrad began to move a little more gently as he was mindful of his own position. Soon, they both found their rhythm and were able to move perfectly in sync together, their cocks sliding in and out of Shepard’s slick holes. Beneath them the bed creaked with the sound of each thrust, and the room was full of the sounds of skin slapping against skin and very heavy breathing.

“You like that, don’t you, Shepard,” Kaidan practically growled, his voice rougher as he pounded into her like a man possessed. His hands gripped her hips tighter as he looked over her shoulder at Conrad. “How you doing down there, Verner?”

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand from her hip and did a thumbs up then berated himself for making such an inane gesture while being inside the Galaxy’s most formidable soldier. 

“I think he’s good,” Shepard hissed, gritting her teeth together and throwing back her head.

“I’m…” Conrad didn’t get to finish his sentence as his face contorted due to her pussy clenching all around his cock. He spurted string after string of his seed inside her, his release was like a mighty avalanche. 

With the man below her spent, Shepard pushed herself up onto her hands and knees so she was a lot more upright. She felt Conrad’s now deflated penis slip out of her and allowed Kaidan to take full control of the position. 

Now that Conrad was a little out of the way, Kaidan was free to plow into her. He pulled all the way out before slamming back into her ass, his balls slapping wildly against her clit with every single thrust. Shepard’s eyes widened, her breath coming out in short gasps. She felt like she was being torn apart, but the pain was exquisite. Had she known being fucked like this was so good, she would have let him do it sooner and this was something she wanted to add to their regular rotation of positions. If the Reapers ended the world, she was going to be so pissed that she wouldn’t get to experience this kind of euphoria regularly.

Dazed, Conrad boldly put his hands against her breasts and watched her from below. “You’re so hot, Commander Shepard.”

“Touch me, Conrad.”

“Where?” he asked.

“Make me cum,” she demanded.

Quickly, and eager to please the redhead, Conrad reached down and found her swollen clit. He began rubbing it, slowly at first and then a little more vigorously. Shepard looked down at him with a sigh, indicating that what he did was good. The sensations were overwhelming for her: Kaidan’s cock in her ass, Conrad’s fingers on her clit. With a loud cry, she came harder than she’d ever come in life, her poor pussy clenching and releasing.

Her ass tightening around him triggered his own orgasm. Kaidan practically roared like a lion as he erupted inside her, coating her walls like a demented interior decorator. With cock softening, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Shepard slid off of Conrad, falling to the side and the three of them lay there, completely sated.

“Holy moley,” Conrad managed to finally say. “That was just-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Shepard muttered, her chest heaving as she came down from the amazing high. She was never one for any kind of pillow talk or conversation after sex, and she certainly wasn’t about to start now.

“Come on, Shepard,” Kaidan said with a breathless chuckle, staring up at the ceiling with a wry grin. “You can’t say that to a guy who made you cum twice.”

“Thanks, Major," he said, appreciating the back-up.

“Perhaps you can give me some pointers, Conrad. Your oral game seems to put mine to shame.”

Conrad sat up a little so he could regain eye contact with him. “Does that imply we could do this again?” he asked.

“I’m game if you are,” Kaidan said with a wink.

His eyes widened and then he turned to find Shepard looking at him with her own sordid little smile.

“Never say never, Conrad.”

Those were the last words he remembered before passing out.

Chapter Text

The room was silent as Shepard stared at the passage on the terminal screen. She slowly glanced over to the bed where Kaidan was reading the same thing on his omni-tool. He had no visible expression on his face as his eyes rose to meet hers.

“Well…” he murmured.

“Yeah,” Shepard said, a little awkwardness creeping into her tone. She looked back at the terminal and sighed deeplyy while shaking her head. “Why the fuck did Joker send this to us?”

“To share the trauma?” Kaidan asked with a slight smirk, lowering his hand so the words would hopefully disappear altogether.

“It’s not funny, Kaidan.” Shepard shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I mean come on, Conrad Verner’s Best Day Ever?! He didn’t even try and fucking disguise himself. Who writes this crap? Who even reads it?”

“I dunno, he uploaded it three days ago, and it has 7 thousand hits.”

“What is fanfiction anyway?” she grumbled, wiping the text from the screen and resisting the urge to bash her head against the desk so she could erase the story from her mind.

Kaidan looked over at the fish tank for a moment. “Conrad has…er…quite the imagination.”

“That he does,” Shepard agreed.

Silence descended upon the cabin like a thick fog, neither of them daring to speak about what they had just been forced to read. Shepard had no idea how Joker had stumbled upon it on the warped side of the extranet, but she was beginning to wish it had stayed there. Slowly, she looked over at Kaidan.

“Would it be weird if we had sex?” she asked quietly.

He looked kind of relieved at her suggestion. “Of course not. I was planning on it before I read that.”

“Yeah. Same.”

Both sounded a little dubious. Kaidan shifted off the bed so he could strip down, and Shepard did the same, stripping as she walked over to him and carelessly flinging her clothes, not caring where they ended up.

“You wanna give Conrad a call, Commander?” the biotic teased with a chuckle.

“Fuck you, Major,” Shepard whispered, leaning in and kissing him. Her hands moved down his chest and he sighed into her mouth. 

Kaidan smiled against her lips and pulled back a little so he could look at her. “That’s the plan.”

She shook her head slowly and pushed him back onto the bed, quickly straddling him and he could feel how wet she was. He arched an eyebrow in curiosity but didn’t say anything. Neither of them were willing to admit that parts of his story had certain elements that intrigued them. 

“Maybe we should get some lube next time we’re on the Citadel,” Shepard murmured, clearly thinking out loud.

His lips curled into a devious smile. “Aye, aye, ma’am.”