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Odds and Ends:
Puppet, part two

Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to Bioware and Electronic Arts, not me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.

Warnings: adult language and situations, dub-con and non-con, mentions mpreg, sexual situations, gender-bending, and the Illusive Man being creepy.

Characters/ pairings: Colonist War Hero Paragade ManShep/Illusive Man, Miranda Lawson, Wilson, others mentioned

Summary: The Illusive Man's investment in Shepard was immense. So when he heard something had caused 'complications,' he decided to make a personal visit to Lazarus Station.

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The Illusive Man stood beside Shepard's steel slab, thumbing his nose as he looked down at the man's weak, feeble form.

He shuddered, feeling a flush race over his face and neck. Shepard was, right at that moment, almost completely unappealing. On the surface, there was nothing to make his heart quicken, to make his dick hard. Yet that was exactly what was happening and he felt rage over his loss of his control.

Shepard deserved to be punished.

And there was no reason for him not to take what he wanted. There never had been. Oh, he could imagine Miranda telling him about the potential psychological ramifications, and he knew that Shepard would never listen to the Illusive Man if he found out. But he never would. Besides, Shepard owed him his life, owed him for the damage to his operations. Shepard owed him a life for... everything. The money he was putting into Shepard's resurrection, the fact that he was breaking the laws of the universe in order to do so... Shepard owed him more than just his life.

He pulled up his omni-tool, pursing his lips. Miranda had outlined what the small nodes did, and how to use them. Interfacing with the program gave him a chance to put parameters on the VI that steered Shepard's body; he had no desire to fuck a corpse.

Shepard's body was still healing and frail, but was completed, up to and including his brain. That brain was being kept functionally at the of a deep coma while they finished putting in his new L5.n biotic implant.

The Illusive Man ran his tongue over his top lip, and drew one finger from Shepard's face, down his neck and along his collar bone, stopping at the top edge of Shepard's sheet. He peeled it back, pursing his lips as he noted details: the faint glowing seams where his skin grafts had not finished healing, and the fuzz of fine black hair sprouting on his head, if not so much on his face. He let the sheet drop to the deck, and blinked when he saw Shepard's eyes start to flicker under his eyelids.

Shepard was dreaming.

The Illusive Man's eyebrows arched, curious as he put one hand on Shepard's chest, seeing the skin flinch.

"Shepard," he whispered, "wake up."

His eyes opened, not fixing on anything, utterly expressionless. The Illusive Man trailed his fingers down Shepard's chest, circling his nipples, then dug his manicured nails into the tender, fresh skin. Shepard's lips parted in a startled, wordless gasp. The Illusive Man scraped downwards, a grin crawling up towards his unblinking eyes.

"Spread your legs."

Shepard opened up, knees curling up next to his shoulders as he presented himself to the Illusive Man, who took in the strange changes that had happened to the other man's form.

There was extra skin under and around Shepard's hardening cock, about all that remained of his balls. His lips were wet, swollen and pink as the Illusive Man reached down to touch them. They were as smooth as the rest of Shepard's new skin. He pushed forward, enjoying the velvety, sopping texture of the flesh under his fingers as he first traced Shepard's entrance and went inside-

And stopped. Chuckled. "So, the scientists who designed you were traditionalists? Or was it just bad luck that you came back with a hymen?" He lightly brushed his fingers against the thin membrane.

Shepard was tight. Not only was he a virgin, his cunt was new. Never used, never touched. All for him. The Illusive Man's mouth watered as smelled himself mixed with Shepard's overwhelming scent and sucked his fingers. Shepard tasted human, strong and intoxicating.

He didn't remember the moment he had leaned down, burying his face in Shepard's pussy. He dragged his tongue up and down, listening to the man gasp and sigh. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Shepard's toes curl, his fingers dig into his own thighs as he tried to arch into the Illusive Man's mouth. He pressed his fingers inside Shepard's new channel, swirling and circling, feeling the other man wind tighter-

Before he drew back and paused. His cock throbbing as he swallowed.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he hissed, reaching down to draw a quick line up from the base of Shepard's erection-

To see him come, quick and hard, spurting over his chest and trembling with the force of it.

"Slut," the Illusive Man whispered, licking his lips. He could still taste Shepard there.

"Shepard, sit up." The man once called Jack Harper continued licking his lips as Shepard obeyed. He stepped back. "Get on your knees." Jack opened his pants at the sight of Shepard before him, pulling out his cock. "Now, lick me, top to bottom and back again."

Miranda had suggested, when she had briefed him on Shepard's condition, that the VI was able to allow Shepard's personal experience to take over if he had done something before. It was effective to see how well his brain remembered certain activities like shooting a gun, crouching into cover... or sucking a dick. Shepard's skills were no longer muscle memory, but his regenerated brain still recalled old talents, habits, and Shepard's skills lingered.

Shepard's tongue daintily lapped and licked at the Illusive Man's erect cock, almost a tease. He never went further, doing exactly what was asked of him, and the Illusive Man grabbed the back of Shepard's head.

"Look at me, Shepard," he hissed, before cramming Shepard down on his cock and listening to him choke. "Relax your throat and take me as far as you can-"

Shepard inhaled, sputtered, before doing as he was ordered. The Illusive Man closed his eyes as he moved Shepard's head back and forth, imagining the man fully conscious, forced to suck the Illusive Man's dick. The look of defeat on Shepard's face was delicious-

Opening his eyes again, he looked down at Shepard's blank face and sneered, pulling him off.

"Stop, Shepard." The man stopped. He was still blank, still untouched by his situation. The lights were on, but there was no one home.

Or was there?

Shepard's eyes had started to flick back and forth, dreaming even as his body continued to move.

"Wake up, Shepard," he said, repeating his earlier command. Miranda hadn't mentioned that there was enough of a mind for Shepard to dream. Perhaps she was wrong on other things as well?

Shepard refused to budge. His eyes remained open, but they continued in the same pattern of a dreamer. The Illusive Man frowned; he didn't have long. Miranda would notice that her project wasn't alone if he lingered on.

"Wake up," the Illusive Man growled, anger sending heat up and down his back and face. An irrational demand in an irrational moment, as he lashed out, slapping Shepard across the face and sending him tumbling to his side.

The look of surprised pain on Shepard's face meant that the feeling, at least, had registered, and the Illusive Man relished that petty triumph. The dream, at least, was disrupted.

"Stand up. Lean on the table and spread your legs."

The pale, naked body obeyed, resting Shepard's forearms on the cold metal. The Illusive Man tugged at his erection, walking up behind Shepard and putting his hands on the other man's waist.

He let the head of his dick slide up against Shepard's tight, slick entrance. Then he groaned as he thrust once, shallowly, and with more force as he broke through the small barrier inside Shepard.

Shepard's back arched, a choked sob of pain cutting through his silence. The Illusive Man grinned, tightly, as he wrenched Shepard's arms off the metal table and behind his back. Shepard's head hit the table with a sharp thud, whimpering again.

Yet the man was wet, his pussy convulsing around the Illusive Man's erection as he pumped his hips, slapping them against Shepard's ass. His body was begging, greedy for the Illusive Man's seed. So that he could fulfill his biological imperative. So that he could do what he was designed for, even before the Illusive Man or Miranda or even the Alliance got their claws into him.

So, he gave Shepard what he wanted. He came, balls drawing high and tight as he burst inside Shepard's open, hungry womb. He pressed harder, listening to Shepard gasp, trying to hump against the table, to get his own relief.

The Illusive Man grunted in contempt.

"You don't deserve anything else," he said, pulling out and grabbing Shepard's fallen blanket to wipe himself clean of blood, semen and fluid. "Lay back down on the table, Shepard." He gave a small shake, as he imagined what might happened in the coming months. Somehow the idea of Shepard's belly swelling large with his offspring made his cock twitch again.

Shepard's own cock started to flag as his arousal waned, laying there, legs stained with blood and cum. The Illusive Man felt proud; the once great hero was humiliated. He had bred his bitch.

Turning, he finished fastening his pants and left.

~*~*~*~*~

The Illusive Man took a long drag off his cigarette, ignoring the magnificent vista of his dying star in favor of something else. Something he had expected, but something that was just now being confirmed. That something was pulled up on the screen before him, in a live feed from the Lazarus' station's bio wing.

Shepard looked peaceful underneath his sheet, his face unmoving, almost completely unchanged from the night that the Illusive Man had taken his due. His hair was longer, thicker, his skin looking more like Shepard's natural olive. His musculature had filled out... as had the small swell under his navel.

The Illusive Man had to fight to keep his face straight as his lips wanted to smile, his stomach twist in disgust while his penis stiffened in pleasure.

Miranda wasn't quite standing within the circle of the QEC, instead pacing back and forth, in and out of view. Her famous control had been well and truly rattled.

"I've tested all the employees, and checked the security feeds," Miranda said, coming to a stop within the circle of the QEC disk. She paused, a frown creasing her perfect face. "But the paternity of the embryo still remains... illusive."

It was as close to an outright accusation as she would ever voice. The Illusive Man had no fear of his being found out, not on his own station. The sensors would not recognize him, and his DNA had been erased from any and all records. That Miranda had been able to deduce so much was a testament to her own skills. Yet she would never tell, even help him cover this up. None would deny that they needed Shepard, and the dangers of him ever finding out.

"Does it?" he asked, taking another drag off his cigarette.

"Yes." She paused, arms still crossed, and this time her words were a test. "I wanted to bring this to your attention before I terminated the pregnancy."

There was a pain in her voice that made the Illusive Man's eyebrows lift. Few knew of Miranda's desperate wish for her own child. Even fewer knew that she would never bear her own. That she was having to terminate was a painful reminder of that fact.

"Would it put his progress behind if he was allowed to come to term?" he asked, brushing his thumb over his bottom lip.

"Not badly, but..." She stopped and glared at him. "If he were to find out that we had forced him through a pregnancy-"

"We wouldn't need a control chip," the Illusive Man replied, leaning back in his chair. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

Miranda stopped, her face frozen in a rictus, before nodding slowly. "If we needed to control him... threatening a child, especially one that was biologically related, would work. But sir-"

"We won't," the Illusive Man said. "You'll find a home for the child, one of comfort and safety. After all, what Shepard doesn't know, can't hurt him."

Miranda's fists clenched, before she nodded "Yes sir." She turned to leave.

"Oh, and Miranda?" She paused. "Keep me updated, will you?" He shifted his weight in his chair, crossing his legs to hide the bulge in the front of his pants. "I want to see his progress."

A look of distaste flashed over Miranda's face, before she nodded. "As you say. Goodbye, sir. I will keep you informed."

To be continued.
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