Ruso knew taking a merc gig to get off planet was risky, but damned if it wasn't  infinitely better than eking out a living on Tuchanka. He and Zusak had cleared an opposing merc company's forward operating base. The post battle adrenaline had barely begun to wear off yet, but now a new type of excitement was kicking in. He'd just broken the security seal to the base commander's quarters, what kind of stuff would he and Zusak find?

Cracking open the door he took up position against the bulkhead, indicating for Zusak to clear the room, just in case something was left behind. Zusak slowly walked into the room, looked around and found it to be empty. "Clear. Fancy room and nobody's in here. Least we don't have to destroy anythin here but might enjoy it", the older Krogan rumbled in his deep voice.

Ruso broke out in a grin, time to see how the other half lived. At a quick glance he noted the private showers, storage dotted around the room, both shipping crates and proper cupboards, a bed that was at least two orthree times the size of his own rack back at base, and some media equipment

"Figure the commander had anything worth grabbing?", Ruso asked as he started opening the cupboards beside the media setup, finding an impressive array of drinks, from stuff he recognized to stuff he'd think should be on one of those Turian vid shows.

"Holy shit! Got ourselves a party here! Some of that stuff's fucking expensive." Zusak grabbed two bottles. "This'll knock ya on yer ass. Real hard stuff. Ever had that, pup?" Even among Krogan Zusak was a big guy with a natural talent for fighting and decades of freelance and mercenary work had given him a lot of experience. A big scar across his right eye and some cracks in his headcrest clearly showed that this experience was hard won in tough battles. Among the two of them he naturally held the higher rank and led their operations. The older warrior had a bit of a soft spot for the younger Krogan and liked to show that by constantly teasing him a bit.

With a slight blush at the nickname, Ruso gave the bottles a once over. "Never, I think I've seen it on the menu at Omega that time we stopped over. But it cost almost as much as a decent armour mod." Ruso had taken some of Zusak's advice to heart, always be on the lookout for mods better than what you've got, money's good an' all but you need to be alive to spend it.

"Do we just drink it, Zus, or do you like mix it with something?", he asked, kind of bashful over his ignorance.

"Mix it? This ain't some human or Asari crap. This is the real stuff." He grabbed two glasses he found in the cupboard and filled them, then gave one to the younger Krogan. "Here. This'll put some juice in yer quad."

Ruso looked down at the glass. "To your continued kicking of asses of whomever couldn't afford to point us at the other guy." The younger Krogan didn't know if he was supposed to drink it like a shot, or sip it? He figured he'd drink half then look to Zusak for guidance, like always. The burn in his mouth and throat didn't seem to stop, and his eyes almost started watering, but he held back the urge to cough.

Zusak almost burst into laughter as he saw Ruso looking at the glass like it was poison and then, after the younger Krogan drank some of it, almost getting knocked out by the strong stuff. He gave him a pat on the shoulder, then gulped down his own glass in one go. "Too strong? Gotta train ya. Can't be around the big guys if this is already past yer limits."

"Just didn't want to waste it is all, you said it was the real stuff", the younger Krogan replied, with a bit off a shit eating grin, tossing back the rest of his drink. "I can play with the big guys, but like I always say, can never hurt to train more", Ruso smirked while patting the sniper rifle slung across his back.

"There's about 10 bottles of this stuff fer each of us. Can hardly waste that. Never got inta that sniper stuff. Sometimes I like usin' the Graal Spike Thrower since it's pretty much a sniper shotgun but I just like bein' close ta my enemy. Yers don't even have the chance ta fight back", Zusak mused as he gulped down a second glass and refilled Ruso's glass too.

Ruso did his shot not breaking eye contact with Zusak, forcing himself to show no sign of the effect it had on him. "And I like taking them out, with extreme prejudice. Hell, they don't even know they're about to die, like when they see you bearing down on them." He slipped into cloak, moving invisibly and very importantly near inaudibly up close to Zusak, popping out of cloak right in front of him. "Sometimes I go in close to", the younger warrior chuckled, tinking his glass against Zusak's.

"Yeah, we both got our own style. An' I think we make a pretty good team. Ya could still use some trainin', yer makin' a lot of mistakes but yer not as bad as I thought." He guzzled down a third glass of the stuff and filled it again.

"Like when I ran into that room with with those gun emplacements behind the barriers... oh wait, that was you. Someone else sniped the emitters so you could smash them." Ruso filled his own glass, swirling it around in the glass, watching the way the light bent inside it. "But honestly, I do. Anything I fucked up badly this time? Be brutal, the more you tear into me, the lower the likelihood some cheap rent-a-cop or Eclipse sister gets in a lucky shot."

"Always go fer the drone guys first an' if they use those things shoot'em down instantly. Can't deal with'em when I'm rasslin with four guys at once. It worked out because I'm jus that damn good but I'd prefer if ya keep those thingys off my back."

"Noted." Ruso realised how close he'd been standing, so he stepped away and busied himself with unlocking the media center.

"Can't that dumb thing wait? Ain't gonna run away on two legs all of a sudden. Let's celebrate our victory!"

"Figured you might like some music, might even be able to pull up security video of us taking the base, with this much pricey stuff on hand, I'd lay good odds there's cameras everywhere. But.... sure, gotta work on being able to party with the big guys like you." Ruso grabbed a storage crate and positioned it close to Zusak and the booze, sitting down on it he rolled his shoulders, extended his elbows and flexed his knee, before starting to work on catching up with Zusak drinking the content of his glass down and refilling it over again.

"Music's nice, yer right. An' I always like seein myself beat the crap outta some guys. I think we could do both. Got two hands. One fer the glass, one fer the computer", Zusak chuckled.

Ruso swiveled on the crate, reaching over to unlock the screen, scrolling through the security systems archives, setting the time index to just before they breached the base, and rigging it to display only feeds with motion going on in them. "We could even save a copy, give it to those dicks in the other fireteam who reckoned I'd slow ya down, compare how long it took them to take down that Blue Suns base."

Sipping his drink, because fuck it, it was his drink and he'd drink it with his own personal style, he pointed up at the screen, already watching them burst through the doors. Ruso almost spilled his drink gesturing at the screen, where he'd cloaked and a merc in a security office was suddenly skewered through the chest with his omniblade and the young Krogan flickered into view.

"I hadn't ever thought about doing stuff like that while cloaked, not until I saw the way you fight, Zus. Don't know why other Infiltrators don't do it. Nobody else as awesome as you are to teach them, maybe." The alcohol was already etching away at a few of his brain to mouth filters, obviously. Zus was like a second father, big brother, drill sergeant, and a million other things rolled into one.

Krogan could be quite varied in their colour patterns, though most of them tended to sport more "earthen" colours like red or brown or dark green on their headcrests and their skin was usually gray or beige. Ruso meanwhile had a dark, almost black blue as his primary colour, with his skin a sort of cream colour that turned almost purple across his belly.

That had led to him getting flak, sometimes literally, from other Krogan growing up because he was so close to a Turian colour. Ruso had often wished to be able to just disappear, which is why he chose to specialize on infiltration because it granted him exactly these abilities, very useful in such situations. As well as the ability to exact revenge at a distance – nothing like the knowledge that retaliation could come at anytime, from anywhere, to keep people on their best behaviour.

Zusak didn't care about how Ruso looked because he knew from the moment he first met the young guy that he was a promising new fighter, tougher and smarter than all the other dumb brutes that usually tried their luck with the Blood Pack so he had taken Ruso under his wing.

He put his hand on Ruso's shoulder. "Damn, yeah that was pretty nice. Seems I'm rubbin off on ya. Can't get much more close an personal as that. The look on his face was priceless!" The big Krogan roared with laughter. "Gotta give ya some biotics and we'll make a Vanguard outta ya. An don't listen to those stupid pyjaks, they don' know shit. Never seen ya in action. Send this to all the guys."

Ruso tilted his head so he could push his cheek against Zusak's hand, for a moment. "A vanguard with a cloak? Now that'd make for damn fine video. A pack of eclipse sisters just standing around talking, and then suddenly shrieking as they flew in opposite directions." He took another sip of his drink. "So... as the experienced one, what do the real Krogan men do when knocking this paint thinner back?"

"They loosen up. Could get outta this armour anyway. Itchin everywhere. Maybe the showers are as nice as this room. Could use a nice warm one. Never let the guys tell ya that a real man only takes cold ones. Had enough of those fer several lifetimes. And a cloaked vanguard sounds pretty impressive actually. Why'd noone ever try that? Are the biotics interferin with the tech stuff?"

Ruso usually showered alone, part left over shyness, part force of habit. He didn't think he'd ever showered in the barrack's showers with anyone else around. Figured if he was going to break his unintentional streak of solo showers it'd be with his teammate.

"Yer not goin all blushy on me, are ya? We're both men here. Ain't got nothin ya don't have, cept maybe a bit bigger", Zusak chuckled and playfully punched the younger Krogan against his chest. 

The tabs to start his armour's interlocks unsealing were easy enough to get at, though some of the bulkier parts of the armour were always a bit of a bastard to get off without dropping them on the floor. Ruso had to sort of flick his shoulders back to get the rear armour plate off, almost knocking himself off balance trying to catch it. Torso freed of armour back and front, he started on the legs, splitting the armour at the rear and pulling it off from the front. He'd taken one or two lucky shots that got past his barrier, but the armour only seemed scuffed there. He'd of course have to check it when he got back to base, rule one of being a merc: Maintain your gear.

Ruso's underarmour suit was a bit tight, but it was warm and comfortable on long shuttle flights, so he hadn't brought himself to bother replacing it yet. Getting the groin armour off was a bit trickier, the armour over his tail always seemed to stick on, wagging his tail like an idiot was pretty much the only way to get it it off without a second guy to pull it.

"Hey, Zusak, little help?" He indicated with a digit at his tail clad in the armour.

"Course, pup. Yer lookin damn helpless. Good thing noone else saw this." Zusak got behind Ruso, grabbed his tail with one hand and began to pull the armour off with the other one.

All Ruso had left to remove was the armour on his arms, the gloves and the boots, easily done by himself. He started neatly stacking his armour while still removing those last pieces, running his onmitool over them, inspecting them for damage.

"You need any help with your armour?", the young Krogan asked the older one. "It's a lot heavier and denser than mine, since you like to run face first into trouble, figured it might be more of a prick to remove than mine?"

"Won't refuse such a nice offer. This armour can be a pain in the ass." Zusak started opening and removing the chest piece. "Get my back, pup." He demanded and proceeded to remove the front pieces of his armour.

Ruso got behind his partner, wedging his fingers in between Zusak's shoulders and the armour, giving it a non to gentle tug to separate it off. As he put it down he noticed a few old battlescars showing up under the cloth.

"What's takin ya so long? Admirin the scars? Don' mind ya feelin them, pup. Got plenty", the older Krogan rumbled in a jovial tone since he really liked  Ruso's starry-eyed Hero worship.

"Just wondering how extreme the payback was to whoever managed to get that shot in." Ruso put the armour down and touched the tabs on Zusak's arms, spliting the armour plates open from the rear. That done he crouched down, working on the leg armour.

"Gutted the bastard with a knife. Slow an painful. Drew it out as long as I could", Zusak growled as he removed the pieces of his armour which Ruso had opened up and checked if they were still intact.

Ruso let out a rumbling laugh. "Hopefully you left a witness, otherwise you'll have to do it again. Then again, sounds like it would be a good stress relief."

Without standing up Ruso reached up to trigger the split between front and rear groin armour. More delicately than before he wedged his finger between the armour and top of Zusak's muscled rear, pulling the armour back enough to move his fingers in closer, to the base of Zusak's tail, fingers sliding aloung the cloth liner as he pulled the armour off.

"Yer fingers are a bit too playful back there, pup. Sure yer jus helpin me get out of this armour?", Zusak asked with a chuckle.

After a second's pause Ruso managed to answer. "Me, an Infiltrator, pull something shifty? Who'd ever believe that?" He gathered up the armour he'd detached and put it on Zusak's other armour.

"That's not what I meant, pup. Let's find the showers." Zusak left the room and looked around, remembering that he had seen some in one of the rooms. Ruso followed after Zusak, toying with the zipper on his undersuit, the floor surprisingly cool without the insulated boots on.

"Ha! Found one! Looks almost new. An big enough fer two Krogan too." Zusak opened the zipper of his undersuit and took it off, his big, heavy cock and hefty quad flopping out, visible even from the back, swinging between his legs as he walked towards the shower heads and turned one on. "Yeah, jus what I needed." Steam began to fill the room.

Ruso eyes zeroed in on the impressive equipment on display, managing to at least begin unzipping his undersuit before the steam blocked the view. Throwing his own undersuit beside Zusak's he followed into the shower, adjusting his dick and quad, both happy to be free of the suits confinement.

"Armour suit liners are a hell of a lot nicer than going nude in the armour, but I swear by the end of a long session in the suit, it feels like my quad is trying to be forced inside me."

"Yeah, I know. But that's whatcha get if yer hung like us. Must admit yer bigger than I thought. An here I go around callin ya pup. Yer already one of the big guys, kid. An ya might still grow a bit. Bet the female camp loves yer visits."

"You think so? Figured I'm about average really. Not that I've seen that many guys in the buff. Always liked my privacy and was kinda solitary as a kid."

Ruso gave his dick a shake, holding it from the base, giving it a critical eye, and taking it as approval to steal glances at Zusak's impressive equipment, damp and shiny from the steam that was filling the room.

"Never really tried for the female camps, I just though I...", he left a little pause to think of how to say it without sounding like a moron. "I'd need some more experience to my name, you know some credits to help fund supplies for raising any offspring... that kind of thing."

"Trust me, kid. Seen enough guys, yer definitely in the bigger league. My league. An yer tellin me that mighty piece has never seen any action? Seriously? Stud like you? That thing bout raisin kids is nice an all but not even playin around a bit? Damn shame."

"Well..." Ruso began, a sly grin forming as he remembered, "Back when we transferred through Omega, two or three transfers ago? There was this Turian, almost the exact same colours I am. He figured it was as good reason as any to hit on me." Ruso absentmindedly adjusted himself as his dick started to harden. "Went back to his place and had some fun with him. Though there was that whole chirality thing, him choking from his throat closing up, rather than me being in it, would have ruined our evening. Never caught the eye of any one back home on Tuchanka. I think this one Krogan bartender on Omega was flirting with me the last time we were there."

The grin faded a litte, while he was rubbing at his fringe uncounciously with a bit of bashfulness. "I wasn't sure if it was just part of the bartending gig, you know to keep people in the club. But he was on shift until after our shuttle was leaving, haven't been back since then."

"Yer more or less a virgin then. Wanna change that?" Dirty thoughts made Zusak slowly grow hard too as he saw the younger Krogan's cock throb and get bigger. "Always a good way ta relieve some stress. You in?"

"Yes!", the young Krogan shouted. Realizing he might sound a bit too eager he tried to calm down. "I mean yeah, I'd really like that. Would be good to learn from a master. Bet you've had more than your share of adventures, you're just as equipped as me, and you command the room. I'll lay odds that when you walk into a club all eyes are on you, even without your Bloodpack sigils on. Could probably just pick someone, or a group of guys and girls, whatever."

Ruso moved forward, coming up close to Zusak, resolving to himself to cease the hell out of this opportunity. His teammate, friend, and who he considered his battlemaster was offering to start him out. "What do you want to do?" He'd unbeknownst to himself even been at half mast for most of their conversation, the visuals of Zusak and remembering his time with the Turian got him going and now he was getting harder every second.

"Fucked more people than I can count. Krogan, Turians, Batarian... One time even a Drell. Was afraid I'd break him in half. Thin as a stick. Prefer Krogan, they can take a beatin", Zusak said, his dark rumble getting even deeper. "Master, eh? That's whatcha want me to be? An you as my slave? Careful whatcha wish for, pup."

"I'll never be a slave. I'll kick the arse of any one who tries. But you're my teacher, in pretty much everything since we met, I'd be happy to be even half the leader you are by the time I'm your age." Ruso brought his left hand up, touching Zusak's fringe, noticing the battlescars, treating them as what they were, badges of honour and courage.

"Makin me feel all fuzzy. I'm decent enough but there are much better warriors than me, kid. What wouldcha want ta learn? Anything ya wanna start with?", Zusak asked, chuckling a bit as the awestruck Ruso admired his scars.

"I've given a blowjob before, if you'd be interested in getting one. I really enjoyed doing it." Blatantly looking down at Zusak's cock, taking the initiative to feel his quad, eager to taste the seed inside. "But like you said, I've never done this with one of us before, so... uh... apologies in advance if I don't learn to do it very well."

"Well, on yer knees then. If I feel one tooth yer head's off", Zusak snarled threateningly, then chuckled. "Nah, jus kiddin. Don worry. An if I'm too big jus say so. Not exactly a starter cock here."

Ruso dropped to his knees instantly, running his tongue over his lips. "No promises, but I'll do my best." With a bit of that coy grin he added "Sir."

He wasted no time, taking hold of the root of the shaft where it went into Zusak's body, squeezing gently, feeling the strength and the beat of the big Krogan's heart, while his other hand started massaging his quad the way he liked to do to himself. He started lapping at the tip of Zusak's cock, coming at it from every angle he could, discovering just how good Krogan musk tasted. Using his grip to angle Zusak's cock upwards he leant in close, running his wide blunt tongue from the base to the tip, once, twice, a third time, before exploring it more slowly, licking at the barbs and following the throbbing veins from root to tip.

"Sir? Hm, kinda like that. Seems yer a natural, pup." As Ruso licked his cock it hardened further, growing longer and fatter as it throbbed. The older Krogan placed both of his hands on the younger one's headcrest as he looked down, lust burning in his eyes.

Ruso drew his attention back to the tip, taking a deep breath before pursing his lips as he sucked gently as he closed the near millimeter distance between his lips and Zusak's flesh. Taking him into his mouth, he was half focused on his teeth, and half focused on what he was doing. But the moment Zusak's pre started to coat his tongue, he moved forward, taking almost half of it into his maw, slurping as he milked the big Krogan. His left hand starting to squeeze the base in time with Ruso moving back and forth, slowly at first, building in speed slowly. His other hand was caressing his trainer's quad, feeling the weight in his palm, rolling his balls between his finger tips, gently but firmly applying pressure.

"Damn, yer eager an good. An here I was worryin if ya could take my meat. Let's see if ya can fit all of me in yer mouth." Zusak's hands slowly pushed the younger Krogan down further onto his cock. He wasn't pushing too hard but it was obvious that he wouldn't let Ruso go until all of his fat, barbed length was buried in the pup's throat. "C'mon, show yer master yer skills."

Ruso drew in a deep breath through his nose, before taking Zusak deeper into his mouth. When the tip hit the back of his throat he almost choked. But being an infiltrator, and a bloody good one, he was good at controlling his breathing and reflexes. He changed his angle of attack, raising from a crouch to one leg splaid out behind him, supporting himself on his other leg. With the new angle he could more easily accommodate Zusak's ample cock.

The taste and the sensation was something else, he'd never felt anything like this before, growling his satisfaction in long deep rumbles of contentment and excitement, vibrating his mouth around Zusak's cock, in between bursts of stronger suction.

The big Krogan grunted and moaned as he felt all of his fat cock disappear in the smaller one's maw. "Holy shit! Ya took my whole cock on yer first try! Fuckin amazin! Think I had only two guys who took me tha far an lessay it wasn really their choice. So ya might even be the actual firs one, pup. Prouda yerself?", Zusak asked, looking down with a lewd smile on his face.

Ruso wasn't really in the best position to respond, at least with words anyway, really should get a subvocal mic pickup installed in his throat. But for now, he flicked his eyes up, locking his gaze with Zusak's own, and figured he'd communicate his thoughts with hand signals, namely a thumbs up with left hand, coupled with a tighter squeeze with his other hand still teasing his quad.

Now that he had the current motions down, he tried to start using his tongue again, probing swishing back and forth, left and right under the shaft, alternating between that and using the tip of his tongue to tease Zusak's barbs.

Pulling back to breathe, his voice's pitch deeper than normal he growled out: "Fuck, yes I am, when you're ready to cum could you pull back a bit, I really want to taste it", before diving back down, now moving back and forth, a little unsteady at first almost abandoning being tricky with his tongue while he focused on getting the smooth motion in and out. Varying pressure and angle to keep his battlemaster off balance, as best he could.

Zusak was reduced to primal sounds. Grunts, groans, growls and moans mixed with the sounds of Ruso's slurping and the noises of the showers. The older mercenary tightened his grip on the younger Krogan's head and forced him up and down his cock. "Course ya gonna get my taste. Won't be able ta taste anythin else for months!", the big Krogan rumbled, his deep voice now booming like thunder, its bassy vibrations almost shaking the room.

Ruso thought he couldn't be more turned on then before, but with the way his battlemaster stated that as a fact, it was on. He moved back and forth, sucking lightly on the way out and strong on the way in, eventually he'd pull back enough to pop Zusak's cock tip out of his mouth, over and over, slurping over it.

Ruso knew something he loved in porn, he figured he'd give it a go. He griped the base of Zusak's shaft, angling it up again, running his tongue from base to tip, breathing out through his nostrils as he moved, to let the warm breath ghost across Zusak's saliva slicked shaft. Going in to the base again he ducked further in and started licking at his battlemaster's quad. The taste was entirely different, but pure Zusak, he could taste the earlier battle on his skin, the ozone from his Vanguard discharges, the sweat from the exertion, and his mentor's own special scent that Ruso had pretty much loved from the minute they'd met.

After mapping the surface of his sack, discovering the textures and sensitivities of the scales, he drew one of Zusak's four balls into his mouth, sucking gently while swirling his tongue around. After a minute he broke away, keeping that quad in his finger tips while sucking in another. He went through all four, then moved between them, swapping randomly. Growing a bit more bold he took the entire quad into his mouth, as best he could, sucking firmly, but not too much hopefully, his tongue tip pushing between them.

Zusak shivered as he felt his companion's hot breath on his cock. Then the pup moved lower. "Yeah, worship my fat nuts. All bloated an heavy with my cum. An you'll suck down every last drop of it." As Zusak growled these words through gritted teeth his cock kept drooling pre. Each time it got too much a slimy dollop fell down, landing on Ruso's head and face, slowly covering him.

Pulling back from Zusak's quad he purposefully grazed the points of his teeth lightly over his quad, just to give him a little shock, before returning to Zusak's cock, sucking him in and trying to maintain a rumble in his chest, channeling the vibrations into the older warrior's flesh, plunging in and out of his mouth. One hand returned to working his quad, but the other reached past his quad, through his legs, exploring Zusak's tail, doing what he did earlier somewhat unintentionally, stroking his finger tips along the edge of the tail until they met at the tip.

But slower than before, learning the texture and give in every scale along the tail edge, before breaking off to discover the underside of the tail, teasing over the incredibly soft scales there.

"Did ya know that a Krogan's tail is connected ta many nerv ends? That's why rubbin it always gets me goin pup. An ya think ya can have my ass befer I had yours? Ain't gonna happen. Rub it, finger it, lick it. But you'll only earn my hole once ya took all a me." Zusak growled and started to slam Ruso's head onto his throbbing meat, not really caring if the younger Krogan could take it.

He was thrown for a loop, Ruso couldn't refuse an offer like that, he'd seen some damned hot porn and his imagination exploded with options. Well that and the increased thrusts as Zusak buried himself to the hilt before pulling out, over and over. Probably mainly that, but when his mind was working enough he abandoned his exploration of Zusak's cute, soft, and he'd happily admit it now, damned sexy tail for a moment, solving his immediate logistical requirement, lubrication.

Ever the schemer, he palmed his own sizable erection, which had been leaking his bodies own slick version of lube since the minute he'd started going down on Zusak. Coating his palm and fingertips, rubbing them together to get an even spread. He brought his hand back behind Zusak again, as if to return to fondling his tail, gazing up at Zusak until they made eye contact, then with that grin that he reserved for pulling off something fucking crazy in battle, he thrust his middle digit into Zusak's hole, aided by his own slick precum, the other two finger tips tracing around the hole.

He changed his angle again, to make Zusak's thrusts easier to accommodate, letting him go as deep as he wanted, but darting his tongue around his cock as moved in and out of his mouth, pulling away from the shaft but downright fondling the barbs.

"Better get in there deep or don't even bother. Need ya ta be a Krogan not some pathetic Asari", Zusak thundered as he thrust into the younger warrior as hard as he could, muzzlefucking him rough and deep, his balls slapping against Ruso's chin with each thrust.

With such a clear instruction from his battlemaster how could he refuse, driving his fingers in to the palm, scissoring his fingers inside, almost violently, pushing against where if he recalled correctly was a rather useful set of nerves. Ruso worked with Zusak's thrusts, driving himself towards the older male while he trusted towards Ruso, trying to keep the timing right. He abandoned playing with his battlemaster's quad, now having both hands behind the older Krogan's body, one hand working his hole, scissoring and thrusting moving in and out of sync with Zusak's thrusts intentionally, and the other gripping and massaging his tail, his longer fingers squeezing from above, and his thumb rubbing firmly on the softer scales below.

"Yeah! That's the spirit, pup. Seems ya want this load bad. Sure yer ready for it? I cum a lot. And I mean A LOT." He grunted and squirmed and moaned, fucking Ruso's mouth with brutal thrusts that would have left a lesser creature in bruises but Zusak knew that the pup could take it. With some honest pride he enjoyed the fingerfucking the younger Krogan was giving him.

Ruso nodded, making an almost needy whine, he wanted to taste his battlemaster's seed, in this moment he wanted it more than anything. Barely remembering what Ruso had said earlier Zusak pulled out and grunted "Here it cums!" before he started shooting his load, torrent after torrent of hot, creamy, musky Krogan seed filling up the pup's mouth, his tailhole clenching down on Ruso's finger as Zusak kept cumming and cumming.

The young mercenary wanted to savour the taste, but if he didn't swallow his maw would overflow. Swallowing it down, tongue still twisting around on the bigger alien's cock tip, getting a thrill from feeling it pulse with each shot. Every time his mouth filled, he'd swallow it down. His battlemaster's seed was officially his favourite flavour right now, of anything ever.

Having been really pent up Zusak kept shooting and shooting. For a while it almost seemed like he'd never stop until the stream finally slowed down to a trickle and then ultimately stopped. With a hoarse voice and heavy breathing Zusak could only grunt a booming "Damn!" as he gently patted Ruso's shoulders and beamed at him with pride.

Ruso pulled back, leaving some of the seed in his mouth. Standing up he kissed Zusak, letting him taste himself in Ruso's mouth. "That was without a doubt, the best thing that has ever happened to me. Thanks, battlemaster." Curious he sniffed the fingers that had been inside Zusak, finding the scent similar to his companion's other scents, but somehow as concentrated as his seed, but also different.

Instead of answering Zusak pulled Ruso back into a kiss, pushing his big tongue deep into the kid's mouth, exploring it, tasting the powerful aroma of his own seed in there as he wrestled with Ruso's tongue, passionately kissing the young guy, their headcrests cracking against each other. The young Krogan groaned into the kiss, especially his cock was being pressed between their bodies, his quad touching Zusak's own.

"Is this what I've been missing out on by showering on my own since I joined?", he joked before ducking his head slightly to lick and kiss Zusak's neck, exploring as best he could, paying attention to the smallest muscle twitches, mapping out what spots were more sensitive than others.

"Yup. Dunno if other guys would have reacted to you the same way but ya might have had some o this earlier. How about yer own meat?"

Breaking away from licking and sucking at his neck, the younger Krogan asked: "Happy for you to to show me a thing or two, any ideas?"

"Wanna have it sucked?", the older mercenary smirked. "Or something else?"

"Well given you've already defined the rules of engagement with regards to me being inside you, I'd have to say hell yeah. Here, or in the bedroom?"

"I don't really care. Your choice. Bedroom might be more comfy though."

"Bedroom it is, hot water's gunna give out at some stage."

"Yeah, yer right." The two Krogan moved over to the bedroom. Ruso sat down on the kingsize bed while Zusak got onto his knees in front of him and started to teasingly lick at the younger guy's cock.

"This is the first time I've gotten head", mentioned Ruso as he enjoyed the sensations blossoming out from where Zusak's tongue met his flesh.

"What did ya even do with that Turian?", the older Krogan asked and then took the head of Ruso's cock into his mouth, enjoying the big meat, slowly going down, always teasing the shaft and the sensitive barbs with his experienced tongue.

"I kissed him, a lot, once or twice on the mouth, bust mostly on the rest of him. I'm fine with Chirality, for the most part anyway. So I could lick and taste him as much as I wanted. I gave him a blowjob, Turians aren't as big as us, proportion in nature or whatever. I licked out his slit, sucking and teasing it until he hardened, then sucked him off."

"I didn't think I was going to get lucky, like at all, let alone with a Turian, so I didn't have any condoms. Given how much pre I leak out when I'm hard he couldn't take the chance licking me, so he gave me a handjob, bloody good one too.... at least I think so? Turian hands feel different. The biometal plating they grow? It feels all tingly, tastes good too", Ruso grunted as Zusak teased his barbs.

"Just a handjob? That doesn't even count." Zusak grunted, then went back, this time taking all of his meat just to show him what he's been missing. He bobbed his head up and down, his tongue keeping up the barb teasing. He rumbled around Ruso's cock as he did so.

"Beggers and choosers...", Ruso muttered, a little embarassed. "There's some stuff I've seen on the extranet I'd love to try, with Krogans, with Turians, there's even a Drell thing I've heard of. With their underwater breathing trick? They suck you off while you're in a hot spring. Turian might be about the taboo, fucking the fuckers who fucked our homeworld all those years ago. Hell, there's this thing that Turians don't even talk about, where instead of attacking from the rear so to speak, you go for a frontal incursion, in their slit. Supposedly smoother than silk. How much practice do you think I'll need to get as good as you at giving blowjobs? Cause this is pretty bloody fantastic!"

"Kid, either we talk or I suck you. I love yer ideas an I'll think ya might need a few years but how about I just show you some fun?"

"Vanguard who can't multitask? Such a stereotype, Infiltrators like to keep a few balls in the air as it were", Ruso smirked, subtly suggesting his teacher work on his quad."But I'm happy to focus on a single target, I'll be tasking notes to ask you about technique later."

"Smartass", Zusak snorted. "Ya couldn't talk around my cock either." He moved down, slowly lapping and slobbering over four hefty balls, enjoying their taste, surprisingly musky for a young Krogan. His hand meanwhile started jerking Ruso's cock.

"Had the best idea for our next payday while I suck you off, subvocal throat mics, so we can keep in contact 'silently' to everyone else. Then if I was sucking you off, say on a shuttle ride back to base, I could still talk. Multitasker and all, if you're interested in continuing this."

Ruso's fingers found the older Krogan's fringe, ran over it, finding every battlescar, teasing the flesh around them, working with the different sensitivities, working hard on the less sensitive scars, and gently on the surroundings, trying to give him sensations entirely different from normal.

Zusak slipped off of the younger Krogan's cock once again, getting a bit annoyed now. "Course I'm interested. Least in more fuckin that is. Even if we haven't really gotten that far yet. Dunno about that tech crap but that's your thingy. Might be a bit weird though... And now lemme suck you. Jus shaddup an enjoy this, kid."

While Ruso played around with the scars and cracks on his fringe, some being very sensitive, getting Zusak to moan, he got to work on the pup's heavy balls again, taking them into his mouth one at a time, licking and worshiping them, still a bit impressed that the kid was already hung bigger than many other Krogan he knew. The big alien used a bit of biotic energy to jerk his meat and rub over the balls he wasn't sucking on, making everything glow in a light blue colour. Ruso's cock was so excited and throbbing that it drooled precum onto the older Krogan's head who enjoyed getting covered in the slimy stuff since it seemed to indicate that the kid was gonna shoot quite a load soon. The biotic stimulation seemed to be pushing him towards orgasm much much sooner than later.

"Zus, I'm really close!"

"Already?", the older Krogan smirked and took Ruso's cock into his mouth, sucking on it as hard as he could to coax out the young guy's load, eager to taste what the kid had to offer. With lust in his eyes he looked up at Ruso.

The eye contact was what did it, Zusak's maw around him, locking eyes with his own, almost demanding that he cum for him. "FUUUUCCK!" Ruso roared as he started to shoot his seed into his battlemaster's mouth.

Grinning Zusak tasted Ruso's creamy load, the taste even more manly than the kid's already pretty strong musk, torrent after torrent filled his mouth with hot, sticky liquid which the older Krogan eagerly gulped down, the pup giving him shot after shot to be guzzled up by the biotic's slurping muzzle.

The sensation of filling Zusak's mouth with his seed and then feeling it get swallowed satisfied a primal part of himself. The tide was slowing though, each spurt getting smaller, but his body kept on trying, over and over, until it was a weird hybrid of pleasure and soreness maybe, feeling like he did after battle, that low grade ache in his muscles and euphoria that went with it.

"Shit, Zus, that was awesome", he panted, his voice hoarse.

Zusak grinned, stood up and forced Ruso into a sloppy kiss once again. Still having some cum in his mouth he let the younger Krogan taste his own seed as their tongues wrestled with each other, passionate grunts filling the room.

Tasting himself in Zusak's mouth almost managed to get Ruso to start chubbing up again, his battlemaster and mentor had his own seed in his mouth, changing his taste to a combination of the two of them.

Ruso kissed back, probing at Zusak's mouth with his tongue, mapping contours and lines, tasting himself and grazing just lightly against his sharper teeth. His arms wrapped around Zusak, one helping hold him close on the middle of his back while the other gripped his tail, not playing with it, just giving a constant warm pressure, trying to convey that Ruso was here, and had his back.

Zusak kept kissing Ruso. Deep, sloppy. He had always liked the kid and wanted to show him. The bigger Krogan grabbed the smaller one's shoulders and didn't let go. The pup had missed so much, he wanted to show his companion as much as he could. He explored his mouth, every last bit as Ruso put his hands on his back and tail.

Ruso groaned into Zusak's mouth, the intensity of the feelings his mentor evoked in him was almost scary to him. Breaking away for a moment he drew in a few deep breaths, panting like he'd been running across a battlefield while cloaked in a firefight, his lungs burning with the need for air.

"Zus, thank you", he said, softly squeezing the massive prime example of a true Krogan warrior in his arms.

"Yer welcum, pup. Guess that was better than yer Turian handjob then", Zusak smirked. "So, what's up next, anything yer battlemaster can show ya? Though if that already blew yer mind, ya might pass out if we step up the game. Gotta work on yer stamina, kid."

"Air car vs. a space fighter craft, that's the level difference. Stamina requires practice, well practice and energy. I figure we could do with some refueling, break out some rations... but after that I was wondering if you'd be interested in breeding my hole. I've kind of always wanted you to do that, since almost the minute we met. I think I've wanted it since our first fireteam mission, when you just took out wave after wave of those Blue Suns pricks."

Ruso paused for a second, well he'd already said that much, might as well fully commit.

"After that, if I can still move that is...", he smirked with a cocky grin. "Zus, I'd like the chance to return the favour, but uh... I'd like to explore your body first, that's something I've wanted to do literally since the moment I met you. You were fresh from battle, covered in sweat and you smelt like the ozone from biotic discharges, if I hadn't been wearing my armour at the time you would have seen it, that's why I was stammering like an idiot when you asked my name."

"Knew there was something about ya from the start. Wouldn't ve guessed thatcha wanted me that bad. Seems like I can be a bit blind sometimes too. If I do my job right ya won't be able ta move fer days so we have ta see about yer offer. But I like how ya look at me, like a lil varren puppy at it's dad so I wouldn't mind if ya got to know me a bit better. Rations sounds good, maybe there's some good grub here somewhere. Still enough booze too. If ya need some courage befer I wreck yer hole", Zusak growled.

"Puppy and his dad, hm? Well, Dad, courage I got plenty of, you gotta know that about your lil' pup. But energy? Battle and sex have tapped the batteries a little, I'm still digesting the meal you gave me, but all that protein could do with some sugars. Nothing a bit of grub and maybe some Ryncol wouldn't fix."

"Dad? Hm..." Zusak thought a bit, then nodded. "Guess I like that. Never really thought of having kids, Genophage an all... Wouldn't mind a son like you." He playfully gave the younger Krogan a punch against his chest. "An that wasn't sex, that was jus a blowjob. Well, let's see what we can find. Daddy needs his pup ready if we wanna take the next step."

Ruso decided to lead the way back to the commander's quarters, grabbing one of the undersuits on the way past. The wrong one as it happened but he didn't let that show. Instead he inhaled its scent deeply, paradoxically soothed and turned on at his dad's scent, heady from the excersion of battle.

As he walked he swayed his tail, ever so slightly, counter to his movements, showing off his muscles and deliberately drawing attention to his rear entrance, only exposing it for a second in each step before the tail swished over it again

Zusak stayed naked, the rooms were warm enough and he instantly noticed that Ruso had grabbed his own undersuit, if on purpose or just by accident. He watched the kid smelling at the fabric, seemingly almost getting high from the heavy, earthy scent.

If grabbing the wrong suit had been a mistake, parading his ass was definitely intentional and Zusak quite enjoyed the show his pup was giving him. He couldn't wait to claim that tight hole as his own.

"Kid, I might just fuck ya over the kitchen counter if ya keep teasin me like that", he growled as he followed Ruso.

Ruso looked over his shoulder, jokingly he said "Typical Vanguard, no patience to line up that perfect shot." The younger mercenary did quit wagging his tail tip though, he had decent muscle control of course, but it's not like he flicked his tail constantly.

In the commander's quarters he used the omnitool still strapped to his wrist to remotely open the food lockers in the little kitchenette, if there wasn't anything decent they could always raid the commissary, or break out the ration packs back on the shuttle.

Zusak had stayed quiet as he followed the pup. Now he got close to Ruso's left ear and whispered in his rumbling voice. "I'm not a child whose cock jus started workin. So ya won't get one shot but lots an lots of'em. As a Vanguard I like to get all close ta my enemy, use all of my superior size an strength ta pummel him inta submission until he passes out."

He stepped away from the younger Krogan and found a a fridge. He opened it and peered inside. "Steaks! An damn good ones too! Don' know what meat this is, don' care either. Want some? Might be the right thing for ya, son."

Ruso involuntarily shivered a little from his battlemaster's voice, lower than normal. Looking the steaks over, Ruso shrugged, asking "How do you like em? Rare, medium rare?" as he started up a grill, considering the best way to cook them with what was on hand.

"Medium rare. Had enough raw meat in my time as a freelancer. Gotta eat what comes yer way. Ain't always pretty. Can ya even cook, kid?", he asked as he handed the steaks to Ruso.

While Preheating a pan, Ruso gestured at where they'd left the booze earlier "Hand me a bottle of that expensive paint thinner."

Once Zusak handed over the bottle, he tossed the steaks into the pan, sizzling slightly at the heat. After considering the pan for a moment he tossed them in the booze, swishing it around the pan until it was covered the meat.

"In answer to your question..." Ruso ignited the booze with his omnitool, always strapped to his wrist, the flash fire searing the edges of the steak before he put a pan lid on it, depriving the flames of oxygen. "Maybe."

Removing the cover, he gave the meat a critical eye. Seared it should keep the juices in. Considering his options he poured in some more of the booze, and looked through the supplies on hand for some suitable plant matter, maybe a fruit or a root vegetable.

"So, my new son is a natural cocksucker, likes ta show of his rump an can even cook. Guess ya could have worse children, eh?", Zusak smirked. He started to rummage through the cupboards and tossed Ruso things that might make for a decent meal. "Herbs, spices, they're well-stocked here, gotta admit that. Good thing fer us."

"Well they could be like you, running head first into things, I at least think it through before going for it, so I'm a step up."

Using his omniblade Ruso sliced a tubar like vegetable, lick a peice. Finding it starchy as he expected, but with alien plants who knows, he diced the remaining roots, before sniffing and licking samples of the spices until he found a combination he liked, tossing the spices over the cubes evenly before dropping them into the pan to sautee in the reducing booze.

"It's kind of embarrassing, but I used to watch Fleet and Flotila, until I was old enough to join the Bloodpack it was best way to get off Tuchanka. My favourite character was this Turian Merc, undercover as a chef."

In his head Ruso considered it critically, probably where he got his Turian kink from actually, since the Merc was abnormally huge for a Turian, from a high gravity world. "So do you know how to cook, dad?"

Zusak watched as Ruso cut the veggies and threw them into the pan, the delicious smell that started filling the kitchen made his mouth water. "Yeah, saw that vid a few times. Never really did anything fer me. Too sentimental." He shrugged. "So my son's always had a thing fer Turians. Have ta find us one and sandwich'im between us. How's that sound, hm? An yeah, I know how to cook. Ain't never gonna be a real chef but I'm decent enough."

"A Turian and us... I'd love that, Dad, we're gunna have to find a strong one though, what with two of us working him over." Ruso found a flour of some kind, made from god knows what plant or animal, but it would do to thicken up the sauce that had reduced down nicely. "I'm happy with MREs most of the time, but since Quarians are all crazy about food, and Turians are all super precise and anal about how shit gets done, in episodes of Fleet and Flotilla with the Merc they had all these closeups and conversations while he was cooking."

Stirring it with surprising gentleness for a Krogan he thickened the sauce. "Find us some plates, it's pretty much done, leave it in any longer and It'll go past medium rare."

"If yer done as quick as with the blowjob it'll be mostly me workin him over." Zusak chuckled as he took two plates, brought them over to Zuso and put them down on the counter. "Like I said, don' really care fer the show but if it taught you cookin, why not."

"To be fair it was my first time, and you know how long I've wanted to fuck you. Probably would have been faster if we hadn't been in the shower. You smell so fucking good fresh from battle, Dad."

Ruso served the food none to delicately, a Turian Chef would feel shame, but he was hungry. Grabbing a fork and forgoing the matching knife for a decent blade intended for preparing food rather than eating it, he dug in.

"Shoulda told me. Would've let ya suck me off all ripe'n sweaty then", Zusak said with a wink. "Next time."

The big Krogan picked the steak up with his fork and just tore bits of it off. "Tastes good. Earned yerself the new position as our cook then." He kept eating, enjoying the meat and the veggies too.

Grinning at the idea, Ruso agreed. "Next time."