Odds and Ends 6 (or seven, not sure which one to number it as) unformatted.

[ashacrone]

I like Thane a lot, but I usually never romance him because I got some serious vibes of Thane trying to replace Irikah with FemShep. People are free to disagree with me there, and I can how it can be interpreted both ways. Plus, I never felt that the writers were going to spare Thane (even if I wish they had.) Thane's story of how he has accepted death and finally starting to feel alive again, how he wants more time, is a lovely bittersweet tragedy. Most of my Sheps have never wanted that kind of relationship, though.

That doesn't mean I don't find Thane sexy. (That voice is yum.) He's very attractive and I do enjoy his story. And smut with him is usually very nice.

So, wanted to include some smut about it. Not sure if I want to make this canon or not, and I'm still working on it...


Disconnect

Thane had once described how his son had become disconnected from his body, and how he had once done the same. Koylat was no longer a Whole Person, having allowed his spirit to sleep and do as his body willed.
Derek often wondered if Thane was going in the opposite direction.
It had started small enough. Derek was a big eater, even before his return to the living; being an Alliance soldier meant that he needed to pack in the calories. When his biotics had been upgraded, so too had his appetite. Now, like the other biotics on board, he had to shovel down huge trays of food and harass Rupert for snacks or seconds later on. He was often joined by Jack, Samara and Jacob. Miranda usually took her meals in her office, but she ate almost as often as the rest of them. Food was something most organics looked forward to and enjoyed, and it helped break the boredom of living in a confined space. Even those who weren't biotics tended to enjoy meals. Well, after Rupert had gotten some good supplies, that is.
Thane was rarely seen.
Fair enough, Derek assumed he had a different metabolism than the rest, or perhaps he didn't find the food palatable. But even after Derek had started making sure he had compatible and tasty food, the drell assassin still failed to join the others.
So that was how Derek had started visiting Thane, bringing him a tray and then sitting and watching him eat. These sessions had been what had started their conversations on drell and hanar society and religion. It was why Thane had, haltingly, begun telling tales of his family before his wife's murder.
Those frequent visits (and Derek enjoyed them. Samara had been right in her assessment of his great weakness) had been what clued Derek in that Thane was neglecting his body. He ate enough to not starve, but he was ignoring personal hygiene. Derek asked EDI if Thane slept, but it was the bare minimum (if the extranet was to be believed) that drell needed to survive.
Even after they managed to get Kolyat back on the straight and narrow, Thane still had trouble mingling. He was uncomfortable outside of his room, and spent most of his time exercising in Life Support, browsing the extranet, or meditating. At least, Derek thought it was meditating.
But more and more often, Thane slipped away into solipsism.
He would not eat, he would not sleep, would not bathe, but instead Derek would walk in on him sitting there. Thane's eyes would dart about, focused on nothing, lips reciting soft snatches of conversation from a context years gone. Usually they were reviews of good memories, sweeter and happier times.
Derek could understand the temptation. Living in the moment when the potential pain was so bad was... hard. Having a perfect memory and able to go back to the best times of your life, as if they were as real as life, had to take great willpower to resist.
But bodies weren't things that could ignored for long. Derek had learned that even before his change. Food, sleep, companionship and alone time: abstaining from your needs only meant you broke down all the sooner when the shit hit the fan. And they couldn't afford that on this mission. He needed everyone at their best.
Which meant he was splurging on good food, alcohol, exercise, and helping put old ghosts to rest. Sex was another natural response to stress, and his personal policy was pretty lax. Alliance regs had long since come to realization that fraternization was going to happen, which was why they only forbid relationships within the same chain of command. Cerberus didn't seem to care, but then again, he really didn't think issues of consent were important to the Illusive Man.
So hook-ups among the human crew were fairly normal. Derek would check to make sure no one was being hurt, then looked the other way. (He also made sure Zaeed was spending his nights alone. He doubted that he was the only person Zaeed had taken advantage of.)
This eventually led to Derek looking down at a tray of food, the plates covered in human and drell cuisine. He was late for his daily 'date' with Thane, and far into the ship's agreed upon 'night.' He struggled with some guilt. Thane always was eager for their conversations, even more the food. Tonight he had lingered on with Garrus, and what had originally meant to be a quick, mutual hand job had turned into something far more athletic. Lots of fun, but it had thrown off Derek's schedule.
He hadn't had much time to clean up; said guilt had kept him from going to the showers before grabbing the tray of food, and he hoped Thane didn't have a profound sense of smell.
Thane usually had his back to the door, but watching the reflections in the glass overlooking the ship's engines. He tended to greet Shepard as soon as the door open. That was Derek's first clue that something was wrong. Derek entered, cautious, wondering if the assassin had finally taken his advice and gone to visit another crewmember.
Thane was asleep, stretched out on his cot, left arm behind his head while his right was just above where a navel would be on a human. He was dreaming: his eyes were open but darting about, multiple eyelids fluttering, his lips were wet and forming words that Derek couldn't hear.
Then Derek lifted an eyebrow as he placed the tray of food down on the small table. Given the size of the bulge in front of Thane's pants, whatever he was dreaming was a pleasant. In fact, Thane's free hand was drifting down to glide over the tented leather, and his hips canted upwards as he groaned. The drell whispered a name in his sleep.
Shepard rocked backwards, rubbing his chin as he glanced at Thane, torn. This was personal and private, and watching someone else's wet dream was pretty damn rude. But Derek was nothing if not nosy- and damn. If that tent was anything to go by, Thane's cock was huge. Just how big..?
He walked as quietly as he could towards the assassin- because, well, assassin- and crossed his arms as he examined exactly how high and how full those tight fitting leather pants were, and yeah, he had noticed Thane had a great ass and-
Derek licked his lips, feeling a warm tingle start in his pussy, before pinching the bridge of his nose. Goddamnit. The drell was sleeping.
"Sorry, Thane," he muttered, not noticing that Thane's eyes were now looking through him as he turned away. "Enjoy your dream."
He took a step away, sighing, and wondering if Garrus was up for another round, when solidly muscular arms and the scent of old leather curled around him.
"Why are you sad, siha?" a purring, multi-tonal, deep voice vibrated through his bones. Gentle claw tips drew curling patterns over his ass, along his hip as he was pulled back to a firm, hard chest. "You know I can give you what you want."
Derek's jaw went slack. "Thane- what are you-"
He was turned around, Thane's sensual lips against his, long tongue pressing into his mouth as Thane kept kneading his ass, before twisting him around and pushing him down onto the table. That thick, heavy bulge rubbed against Derek's ass and Derek clenched his fists.
"You've wanted a baby for a long time, love," Thane whispered, dragging his teeth down the side of Derek's neck. His hand pressed against Derek's belly, drawing circles over his abdomen. He nuzzled Derek's ear. "You want to me to seed you, so you can swell. So you can feel new life move inside your body." He grabbed Derek's chin, forcing his mouth up for a kiss, humping Derek's ass like he never wanted to stop. "Let's make that baby, Irikah."
And Derek moaned into the kiss, a deep shiver going down his spine and straight to his groin as a gush of slick wet his boxer-briefs.
"Should have done this years ago," Thane went on, fingers finding the waist of Derek's pants under his suit jacket, following it around to the front. "I should have done as you asked, siha. Should have filled you with the life you wanted." He unfastened the seals, sliding pants and underwear down Derek's hips, and Derek hissed the heavy leather of Thane's pants rubbed his pussy lips and asshole. "I can't wait to see you pregnant."
He's dreaming, Derek realized, and braced himself even as Thane's continued coos kept him bothered, conjuring images of himself, round and heavy, filled with... (Kaidan, Garrus) child. His pussy clenched on air in a mini-spasm, and he pushed at the table. He shouldn't have let this get so far-
"Thane, wake up."
Those fused middle fingers traced a line between his ass cheeks, before moving tracing the edges of his lips, and then up inside. "You're so wet, Irikah," Thane went on. They plunged inside, and Derek bit his bottom lip; he was still over-sensitive from Garrus fucking him earlier. Those thick fingers were probing.
"Thane," he said, but squeaked, then swallowed and tried again. "Thane!" He felt his chest fluttering as he tried to get his breath.
"Boy or girl?" Thane mused, making another nip at Derek's throat. Derek whined, because those fingers were almost- oh hell-
They found his g-spot, making him flail and push back against those fingers, into Thane's body and spread his legs all the wider.
"Thane! Stop!" he yelped, arching up off the table (barely missing the food), and cracking the back of his skull into Thane's chin. It wasn't hard enough to damage, but Thane's mouth closed with a click.
The touching, the whispers, all of it stopped. Derek dropped down onto the table, taking a deep breath, trying to slow his heart. He felt painfully empty.
"Siha?"
"Thane." He felt Thane back away, wheezing as he breathed. "I think you were sleep walking." Derek pushed off the table, feeling for his pants and underwear, pulling them up as well as his erection would allow. Thane's enormous eyes were wider than normal. "And about to start sleep-fucking. What happened?"
"Siha, are you all right?" Thane asked, stepping back until he sat down on his cot, breathing hard. "I- I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"You groped the hell out of me." Derek palmed his face. "But we stopped it before it got much further. I take it you were dreaming?"
Thane had the grace to look embarrassed. Intensely so. "Perfect memory affects how you dream, and drell sometimes are prone to night terrors, or sleep activity. I apologize, Shepard. I was," and he looked down at the plate of food that Shepard had brought, then down at the damp stain covering the leather of his pants. "Memory and dream mix together, and when the brain fails to paralyze the body in sleep, it is hard to... tell the difference." He looked at the slick covering his fingers, and frowns. "I was dreaming of how Irikah had asked about having another child, before she was murdered." He shifted his weight, not looking at Shepard. "Perfect memory cannot be changed, but dreams are more malleable."
Derek let the silence fall as he digested what Thane had told him. "You called me siha just now, and siha when this all started."
"I-" Thane looked away and folded his hands. He hadn't wiped the slick away yet. "You often remind me of... her. Your willingness to help others, your spirit, your warmth. You are the first friend I had made in ten years, and I find myself... You and Irikah were switching places in my dream."
Derek found himself tightening his very, very empty pussy. "So you were wanting to get me pregnant, too?"