Futurity

Harper steps out of the shuttle and blinks in the bright sunlight. Damn, he is sleepy. He could have slept for hours after Tyr finally left the bed but, no, at that damned Rhade’s suggestion, he is condemned to go shopping with Dylan. Maybe he can catch a nap after they get back.

It’s a sure bet that he won’t get any sleep tonight. He had never realized that being a pillow was such a difficult job. The weight of Tyr’s head resting on his stomach wasn’t a problem. It was the way that damned Nietzschean kept touching him. The soft breath blowing over him, the slide of the braids added to the idle fondling had kept him half aroused most of the night. When he wasn’t fighting the ache in his groin, he was fighting back the fear that Tyr would suddenly decide to put all that lube to use.

He had finally fallen asleep only to dream. A dream of a girl that he used to know. The incredible feel of the warm, wet pull of her mouth on him. Then the frantic sound of his own moans and the brush of beard against his skin combine to jar him wide wake just as his body yields to the skillful caresses. He will never forget the hot stare of Tyr’s amber eyes through the veil of braids; the sensual way the Nietzschean slowly licked his full lips as if savoring something. He had not dared go back to sleep after that. Only the Divine knew what he would wake to find Tyr doing to him next.

“Come on, Harper.” Dylan grins speculatively at him. He shoves his loose hair back over the shoulder of his white silk shirt. “Wonder what makes you such a sleepyhead this morning.”

“I’m not sleepy. I’m just thinking.” Harper fingers the collar covering his dataport. The Kodiak medal is cool against his throat.

Dylan snorts. He starts down the path leading to the shopping arcade. “Yeah. Your ‘thinking’ sounded an awful lot like snoring on the trip down to me.”

“I’m just a little tired.” Harper trails along beside Dylan. His blue silk shirt is already making him feel uncomfortably warm under the sunshine.

“Oh, did the Archduke keep you occupied last evening?” Dylan asks in an arch tone.

“No. We went straight to bed.” Harper yawns.

Dylan smirks knowingly. “Ahhh…so I thought.”

“And went to sleep.” Harper hastily adds.

“If you say so.” Dylan shrugs. His blue eyes narrow thoughtfully. “Maybe we’d better lay in a supply of lubricant while we’re on the planet.”

Harper stiffens. “I’ve got more than enough. Thank you very much.”

“Not for long.” Dylan mutters.

“What did you say?” Harper eyes Dylan sharply.

“Nothing….nothing at all.” Dylan holds up a hand. “Come on. I’m dying to find something new to show Gaheris.”

Harper sighs and wanders along beside Dylan. Perhaps this damn shopping trip won’t be a total loss if he can acquire some pants that will cover his ass instead of letting it hang out. Something loose and baggy to sleep in would be good too. Maybe that will slow Tyr down for all of a nanosecond. “What are we looking for?”

“Whatever catches our eye.” Dylan replies breezily. “Oh and don’t let me forget. We’re going to have to get you a bikini wax today. It’ll sting but is well worth the pain.”

“Yeah, right. I can hardly wait.” Harper shakes his head. The wax thing is so not happening.

Harper looks around at the clusters of stone buildings. Small, pretty paths meander through carefully arranged beds of flowers and pots of small trees and stone benches. He can hear the gentle patter of fountains. A soft breeze rattles the white and blue striped awnings arching out over the patio sections of the local cafes, protecting their customers from the heat of the sun.

The crowd is mostly Nietzschean with few kludges added in. There is also a scattering of Than and other aliens. Some of the Nietzscheans direct cold stares his way that make him suddenly grateful for the way that Hector and Janus loom behind him. Dylan’s guards are also keeping a watchful eye out but Dylan does not seem to notice any of the hostility directed his way.

“Oh my!” Dylan exclaims. He stops abruptly in front of a shop window.

Harper glances at the items in the window. His nose wrinkles at the garments spread out in display. Looks like someone shares Tyr’s bare ass fetish. “What?”

Harper stares dubiously at the pale blue and white outfit that seems to have attracted Dylan’s attention. It features a white leather vest embroidered with little pale blue stars. The white leather pants have a scattering of star-shaped cutouts across the seat. Each star is outlined in pale blue embroidery.

Dylan tilts his head, studying the outfit carefully. “I wonder if they might have that in my size?”

Harper stares in disbelief at Dylan. “You’re kidding right? You want your ass hanging out like that?”

Dylan tosses his long hair back. He sniffs. “I wasn’t the one parading my bare ass around the mess last night. I’ve never worn anything like that but Gaheris…well, he was quite favorable in his comments on your attire last night. He suggested that I might look enticing in something similar.”

“Your Nietzschean was checking out my ass?” Harper scowls at the idea. Tyr being interested is bad enough. He doesn’t need any more interest.

“No, silly, he was looking at the pants.” Dylan purses his lips as he eyes the clothes from another angle. “Besides why would he look at you when he has me?”

Harper rolls his eyes. “You’re absolutely right. He has the best.”

Dylan preens, stroking back his long hair. “You really think so?”

“Posilutely, Absotively.” Harper nods.

“Still. Gaheris did comment on the way the chains enhanced your pert little cheeks. He said the silver brought out the blush of your skin tone.” Dylan adds.

That is way more information than he wants to hear. Harper snaps back around to stare at the window. Hot color rises in his cheeks. He had almost convinced himself that no one but Tyr was staring as his mostly bare ass last night and now, he finds out that Rhade was noticing it too. Damn Neits. Is it something in the water here or what? He never noticed any of the Neits in his own universe, getting up to that sort of thing. If it couldn’t get pregnant they didn’t waste their time on it.

He starts as a human woman’s face suddenly appears behind the window. The long hair is piled on top of her head and dyed an improbable shade of deep black. The wrinkled face is set in supercilious lines that vanish as soon as her green eyes drop to the Kodiak token dangling from his collar.

“Come in young sirs. Come in.” She holds the door open, smiling with fake warmth. “Did something in the window, catch your eye? I have many fine fashions designed for the discriminating kludge. Come see.”

Dylan looks at her with interest. “You are the designer?”

“That’s right. I’m Caresse. Owner and designer.” She poses proudly.

Dylan waves at the outfit that caught his attention. “Do you have that or something similar in my size? I don’t have anything of the kind and, last night, my Gaheris mentioned that he found such styles intriguing.”

Caresse’s smile widens. “Why, yes, young sir. I have many such designs. If I don’t have a design that pleases you in your size, my staff can take your measurements and make the outfit up for you. We can even keep your measurements on file and you can order designs to be shipped to you.”

Her green eyes turn greedily to Harper. “And you? What will please the Archduke’s kludge today?”

“Pants. Plain, simple, comfortable pants.”

“Ah, a discriminating taste, indeed, sir. Clean, simple lines. The classic look.” Caresse nods wisely. “We have just the thing. I’ll be happy to show you.”

Harper follows Dylan into the shop and stands, looking around at the racks of clothes. There are several humans and Neits wandering around the store. The most prosperous looking ones have a salesperson firmly attached to them. To Harper’s amusement, Dylan is promptly foisted off on an assistant while Caresse remains at his side.

“Yes, young sir. What type pants are you interested in seeing?”

“Do you have pajama bottoms?” Harper asks. The bottoms may not stay on but he is damn well going to start every night in them and do his best to hang on to them.

Caresse leads the way over to two neat racks of pajama pants. “This rack is satin. This one is silk. Which would you prefer?”

He would prefer cotton but since that isn’t on offer and Tyr is paying, well, he might as well go for the most expensive item. Not that it will likely put much of a dent in Tyr’s budget but he can try. Harper discreetly glances at a couple of price tags and smiles. “Oh, the silk definitely. I’m certain the Archduke will prefer it to satin.”

Harper quickly selects pajama pants in shades of pale gray, blue-gray, navy and black. Caresse piles the garments in her arms and hands them off to a sales woman to put behind the counter. She hurries back to Harper’s side.

“Anything else?”

“Do you have plain leather pants? No cutouts, no slashes…just plain leather…preferably not too tight.”

Caresse nods. “As a matter of fact I just have a shipment arrive just yesterday. Any particular color?”

Anything. He will even fall upon pumpkin orange with cries of joy if it covers the essentials and fits loosely. Harper shrugs. “Not really. Let me see what you have.”

“There are several colors available. If I might suggest…I think the blue or the gray pair would be better for your coloring. There’s also a wonderful tan that is absolutely buttery. Here.” Caresse rummages through the racks and holds a pale gray one up.

Harper wrinkles his nose as he looks at the pants. They were worse than the bare-assed style pants. At least those covered the front side. These pants would offer Tyr an engraved invitation to investigate front or back as he pleases. “These are like chaps with a loincloth. I wanted something to cover…”

“They do cover you…the loincloth is to make certain parts more…accessible…for your Archduke.” Caresse smiles. “I’m sure he’s going to love them. They really cover you quite well. Why don’t you try them on?”

Harper snorts. He is sure Tyr will like the pants which is another excellent reason not to buy the damned things. “Fine. But do you have anything else? Something like what I’m wearing?”

Caresse’s smile takes on a pained edge. “Well, we do have something similar on the sales rank. You really should re-think that look, young sir. It is not very popular.”

When Harper just stares at her, Caresse summons one of her staff and whispers to the man. He nods and walks off. “Gerard will fetch the garments you are asking about. Now if you will come this way.”

He allows Caresse to lead him to the dressing area. Caresse carries a selection of pants into the small room and hangs them on the wall. “I’ve taken the liberty of adding a few more things that I think you will find becoming.”

Caresse presses back against the wall as Hector and Janus shoulder into the room and glance around. Hector goes back out to stand in front of the door. Janus takes up a position in the corner of the room.

Harper steps inside the dressing room. His feet sink into a thick beige carpet. The walls are papered in beige and white stripes. Large, gold-framed mirrors cover two of the walls. A clothes rack runs along the third wall. A small table holds a tray with a glass of wine and a box of chocolates. A large, gold chair sits next to the table.

Harper stares at Janus. “You can leave now.”

The guard folds his arms over his chest and stares back. Janus attempts a friendly smile. His voice is soft and sweetly reasonable. “No, I can’t, Harper. I have to guard you. To guard you, I have to be with you.”

What? Does Janus think that Caresse is going to beat him over the head with a clothes hanger? He really doesn’t like the idea of Janus watching him undress. Harper tries again. “Hector is outside the room.”

Janus nods and turns up the amps on his encouraging smile. “That’s right, Harper. Hector is guarding you outside. I’m guarding you inside.”

There is a tap and Gerard comes in with several pairs of pants, draped over his arm. Caresse takes the pants and hangs them up. “There you go, young sir. I’ll just be right out here if you need anything.”

Right. Now all he has to do is pretend the large Neit in the corner isn’t there. Harper scowls at the racks of pants. He pulls off the plainest ones on the rank and holds it up against himself. Yeah. Right. It might possibly have fit him when he was twelve. He sticks it back and tries the next plain pair. It is about four sizes too big. The third pair is dark gray and looks about right.

Harper turns his back to Janus and wiggles out of the too tight blue leathers. That is a relief. He can breathe now. He glances at the mirrors and his mouth tightens as he realizes that turning his back doesn’t matter. Janus has a front row seat to the floorshow. The tails of his shirt will have to do for strategic coverage.

Harper pulls on the dark gray pants. He holds up his shirt tails once the pants are on. Not bad. He tugs on the waistband. A little loose in the waist but…he freezes as he stares down at the pale gold hair peeking around the edges of the support throng. Waxing, Dylan had talked about waxing like it was the regular thing so his other self wouldn’t have had body hair. Then there’s the dataport. Harper stares wide-eyed at his image as his hand rises to touch the collar.

Tyr knows. That damned Neit. From the first moment, Tyr had known. Tyr had carefully distracted him every time he had come close to realizing it. The first time that Tyr put the collar on him, he had started wondering and Tyr had blasted the thought right out of his head with that kiss. What game is Tyr playing?

And all that stuff that Tyr had conned him into doing when the crazy bastard knew perfectly well. Harper flushes at the vivid memory of having to touch…to put Tyr’s…to put that in his mouth. All that choking and rinsing his mouth out in the sink…and Tyr knew. The whole time. Tyr knew. That bastard knew.

He’s gonna have a few things to say to Tyr when he gets back. He is not going to be played with for idle amusement. Harper pulls off the plain dark gray pants. He absently grabs the next pair on the rack and tugs them on without really noticing them until Janus’ voice suddenly breaks into his thoughts.

“The Archduke will like that pair very much, Harper.”

What? Harper stares at himself in the mirror. Silver metal clasps decorated with tiny blue stones fasten the pale gray leggings to the waistband, leaving the upper portion of his thighs and his flanks bare. The folds of the leather loincloth curl around him, hinting discreetly at what lay beneath. Oh, damn. Had he really put this on? No way did Tyr need to see him in this. The man did not need any such encouragement. “Oh, you’re sure about that, are you? Don’t think we need to take a vote on it or anything?”

“We can, if you like, Harper. Hey, Hector, come in here and give your opinion.”

Harper closes his eyes. No, no and no. Why him? Other people get bodyguards that keep in the background and watch for bad people. He gets bodyguards that double as fashion advisors and treat him like he is slightly less intelligent than the average parrot.

“You think the Archduke will like it?” Janus asks. “I think the Archduke will like it but Harper has some doubts.”

“Oh, yes.” Hector’s sugared tones come from behind him. “The Archduke will be most pleased.”

“Oh, young sir. You look so charming in the pale gray. It is enchanting with your skin tone,” Caresse coos.

“Oh, I have to get one of those,” Dylan’s voice is openly envious. “Do you have on in my size, Caresse?”

What! Harper’s eyes snap open. Hector is standing inside the dressing room near the door. Caresse is staring at him from beside Hector and a half-dressed Dylan is peering around the edge.

“You have got to get that one, Harper. It looks delicious on you. The Archduke won’t be able to take his eyes off you…or his hands.” Dylan giggles.

And that is precisely, what he is afraid of. Harper sighs. It’s clear that he is not getting out of the store without buying this appalling pair of…one could hardly call them pants. Maybe he can lose them in the far reaches of the closet.

“Well, I guess one pair won’t hurt.”

“One? You must have at least the blue pair and the tan. That one is wonderful.” Dylan sighs. “I do hope they have the style in my size.”

“Come sir. I’m sure we can find something to your liking.” Caresse disappears with Dylan in tow.

Harper wriggles out of the pants and hands them to Hector. “See that these go with the others I’m buying.”

“Of course, Harper. You have wonderful taste.” Hector steps back outside the room and gives the pants to a sales associate along with orders to add blue and tan pairs to the pile as well.

“Uh…thank you. I think.” Harper shakes his head. He quickly pulls on his clothes and leaves the dressing room. He finds Dylan idly roaming the shop.

“There you are.” Dylan smiles archly at him. “Caresse didn’t have those fabulous pants in my size. I’m quite envious.”

“So, what did you find, Dylan?” Harper waits, pretending to listen to Dylan’s raptures about various outfits, as the guards deal with paying for the clothes and making arrangements for delivery to the Andromeda.

Harper follows Dylan out of the shop. The heat seems to rise up and engulf him as soon as he leaves the store. How do the people who live here stand it? Harper glances at Dylan. The heat doesn’t seem to be affecting him. Dylan is strolling along, looking in windows and babbling about clothes and his precious Gaheris.

He really needs to get out of this heat and get some water. Sit in a cool, quiet place for a while. Harper spots a café ahead. “Dylan, let’s go to the café and get something to drink.”

“We can eat when we get back to the ship.” Dylan pouts. “I want to look around and shop for a while.”

“Oh, come on, Dylan.” What would get Dylan’s ass in the café with the least amount of argument? Oh, yeah. Harper leans closer. “I need to ask your advice about something, Dylan.”

The pale eyes light with curiosity. “My advice?”

“Of course.” Harper smiles weakly and steers Dylan toward the cool, dim café. He’ll think of something to ask Dylan about. Harper sinks down at the first empty table. Bliss. The cool shade is exactly what he needs. Sitting is good too. Now if he can just get some water, maybe the dizzy feeling will go away. Harper glances around, looking for a waiter and sees several humans glaring at him. “Dylan. Have you noticed how a lot of people don’t seem to like us?”

“What are you talking about?” Dylan frowns. “Everyone loves me. Gaheris says so. And they all know that I’m Captain Rhade’s kludge.”

Harper eyes the table of hostile humans. They are all talking and staring at him and Dylan. He’d hoped to linger here but he better just get something to drink and go. This is a fight that he doesn’t need or want. “I don’t think everyone loves you….I mean us…why else would we need bodyguards all the time. Think.”

“Don’t be silly. Gaheris and the Archduke are just very cautious. Gaheris doesn’t want to let anyone touch me.” Dylan preens, tossing his long hair back. “He would be furious.”

Harper shakes his head. No point in arguing with the brainless. He knows better. Uh-oh, one of the men from the table of hostiles is getting up and walking toward them with a glass in his hand. Harper frowns. He doesn’t see any weapons but he doesn’t like the intentness directed at them. He glances over his shoulder. Dylan’s guards are spreading out and moving toward the man. Hector is holding position at his back while Janus moves forward between Harper and the man.

The man darts forward, flings the glass of water in Dylan’s face. “Nietzschean whore!”

Dylan sputters, flinging back wet hair. A red bump is rising on his forehead where the glass struck him. “What? What did I do to you?”

Harper is already rising as the man turns toward him. Janus hits the man hard, knocking him unconscious. He stares coldly at the table of hostiles who freeze meekly into place. Harper steps back, looking quickly around. He sways feeling his dizziness returning with the movement. He is dimly aware of Dylan’s guards gathering around Dylan and quickly escorting him out.

Hector moves closer, one hand closing around Harper’s arm. “We need to return to the ship.”

“Guys, let me just have some water. I’m parched.” The café seems to stretch out into the far distance, blurring oddly around the edges of his vision. Harper grips the edge of the table, trying to keep his balance.

“We don’t have time, Harper.” Janus replies as he sweeps a glare around the room. “We really must go. Now.”

“I’m really feeling kinda lightheaded.”

“You’re fine.” Hector tightens his grip on Harper’s arm and pulls the small human out into the street.

Harper squints against the glare of the sun. He can just make out a blurry white shape. Dylan. The striped awnings tilt strangely against the burning sky. He sways in Hector’s grip. “Guys…guys? I think I’m gonna…”

Hector stares in horror at the limp human. He hurriedly slides a supporting arm around Harper’s waist. Hector looks over at his partner. “Oh, no!”

“Not again!” Janus swings Harper up in his arms. He shakes the human lightly. “Harper. Harper, wake up.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Dylan asks.

“Oh this is bad. This is very bad.” Hector peers around Janus’s shoulder. “Let’s just get him back to the ship.”

“At least he’s breathing.” Janus begins to run toward the ship with a limp Harper in his arms. Hector falls in beside him. Dylan is hustled along in their wake by his own guards.

“The Archduke will kill us if anything happens to him.” Hector glances over his shoulder and lowers his voice. “And we don’t have a replacement for this one if anything happens.”

“Does he look flushed to you?” Janus looks down into Harper’s face as they jostle him onto the ship. Janus sits, cradling the human protectively against him as one of Dylan’s guards takes the pilot’s chair.

Hector drops down in the next seat. He touches Harper’s cheek. “He is flushed. He feels warmer than he should too.”

Dylan flops down damply onto a seat nearby. He touches the red bump on his forehead. “I don’t see why you’re fussing over him. I’m the one who was almost drowned by that glass of water. And my head hurts. Can you believe those people?”


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Harper stirs on the thin biobed mattress. What happened? His lips twitch at the memory of the look of complete shock on Dylan’s face. Dylan sputtering indignantly in a puddle of water.

“What’s wrong with him?” Hector asks.

“You took him down to the planet and let him wander around for hours in that sun with no hat. And nothing to drink. What do you think happened?” The strange voice is coldly sarcastic.

“The other one is fine. Harper seemed fine too.” Hector protests.

“One would think you two would have learned your lesson the first time something like this happened…but, oh no! You know that the Archduke’s kludge is delicate.” An exasperated growl punctuates the sentence. “Special care must be taken with him. You’ve already lost one kludge through carelessness. Don’t screw up this time too.”

“What do you mean?” Janus asks sharply.

“You know what I mean. Who do you think dealt with the body of the first one? Who else would Elssbett bring that little problem too? Who do you think checked this one over when Rhade brought him back? It was just pure good luck that another universe had a replacement. Don’t count on finding another one.”

Harper opens his eyes. A Nietzschean in white and gold leathers is bending over him. It’s the white haired Nietzschean from dinner.

“Hello, Harper. I’m Gaius. I’m a healer. Senior healer.” Gaius smiles, clearly trying to seem friendly but the smile like the faux kind voice tone is forced. “How do you feel?”

Harper sits up. The room blurs a little then steadies around him. “I’m okay now.”

“Good. That’s very good, Harper.” Gaius pats his shoulder.

The door hisses open and Tyr strides in. “Harper?”

“Sir.” Gaius drops his hand and turns toward the Archduke. “Harper is fine. He just got a little too much sun.”

Tyr stands by the bed frowning at Harper who frowns back. Tyr cups the human’s chin, studying his face. “He still looks red.”

“A touch of sunburn but the nanobots will take care of that soon.” Gaius steps back from the bed. “He may still feel a little dizzy for the next hour or so. Make sure he drinks plenty of fluids. He will be back to normal by tomorrow morning.”

“Hey!” Harper protests as Tyr picks him up. The room spins with the movement and Harper ends up, cradled against Tyr’s chest, clutching the wide shoulders.

Tyr stares coldly at Hector and Janus. “You have some explaining to do after I have seen to Harper.”

“Oh, man.” Harper closes his eyes against the sway of the room as Tyr carries him outside of the room and down the corridor. He wishes those nanobots would hurry up and do their job. “Can we make the room stop spinning?”

Tyr presses a brief kiss against his forehead. “It’s okay, Harper.”

Harper frowns. He pulls back. “That’s what you think.”

“What do you mean?” Tyr asks as he carries Harper into his quarters. He carefully lays the human down on the big bed.

“I mean that you knew!” Harper sits up, pushing back the burst of dizziness. His eyes are dark blue with temper. He hits Tyr hard. “The whole time, you knew and you made me do those things.”

Tyr’s head turns with the force of the punch. The black braids veil his face.

Harper edges back, scowling. That probably isn’t the smartest thing that he has ever done but it is certainly one of the most satisfying. His eyes widen as Tyr turns back to him. There is blood on the full lips. He lifts his chin definitely, glaring at Tyr. He’s in for it now. He may not be able to win a fight with Tyr but he can damn well give a good account of himself.

Tyr slowly licks the blood from his lips. His dark amber gaze holds Harper’s wide-eyed stare. “Well…well…well. A little bit of spirit…I like that, Harper.”

Oh, shit. The hot look in those amber eyes…damned Nietzscheans. Is there anything that doesn’t turn them on? Harper lunges back across the bed, trying to fling himself onto the floor. A wave of dizziness forces him to pause, clinging to the edge of the bed and Tyr is on him, yanking him back and pinning him down.

Harper glares up at Tyr. Oh, shit. He can feel the Tyr’s swollen cock pressing against him. Damned Nietzschean. Harper stiffens as Tyr takes his mouth, forcing his lips apart. He doesn’t quite have the nerve to bite as the velvet tongue fills his mouth. There is a faint taste of blood as Tyr’s lips move urgently over his. Harper manages to twist his face away. “Let me go!”

“No.” Tyr pulls Harper closer. His warm lips and velvet tongue move over the skin around the dataport. “So now the charade is over, umm?”

Harper stills at the sensation. It feels good. Amazingly good. Appallingly good. His throat arches in involuntary encouragement. “I can’t believe you made me do all those things and you…you knew all along.”

“Some of the things you enjoyed.” Tyr purrs. His hot mouth closes over the dataport. “In fact you still enjoy.”

Harper gasps and finds himself clutching the wide shoulders and pressing closer at the incredible waves of pleasure. Why had no one ever told him that you could get sensations like that from a dataport? He had never felt anything like it. Harper arches his throat and moans. Oh, shit. What is he doing? Oh, shit. He’s getting rapidly turned on by Tyr, of all people. This cannot be happening. Harper shoves hard against Tyr’s shoulders and twists away. “I don’t.”

“Your body says otherwise.” Tyr’s hand slides down to cover the swelling thickness of Harper’s shaft. “You like what we’ve done together. You’ll enjoy what we will do together.”

“Oh shit.” Harper squeaks. His eyes widen in alarm at the implications of that last sentence.

“Yes. Dear Harper. Since we both know all…there is no longer a need for intrigue and games…now I can enjoy all of you at my leisure.” Tyr shifts languorously against the human. His amber gaze slides over Harper as if considering the best place to start.

Harper presses back against the mattress in a vain attempt to win some space. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. I ache to be inside you.” Tyr breathes against Harper’s throat. His hand curves possessively over Harper’s flank.

Harper twists violently under the slow, taunting caress. “I’ll kill you if you touch me!”

“You’ll try.” Tyr laughs and drops a brief, hard kiss on Harper’s lips.

“Now you can send me home. I don’t have to stay here and pretend to be your love slave.”

Tyr’s full lips quirk in amusement as he studies the small human, trapped beneath him. “Harper, I thought you knew.”

“What?” Harper’s eyes narrow suspiciously.

“You can never go home.”

“You’re lying. You just want to keep me here.” Harper scowls. Tyr has to be lying. There had to be a way to get back and he will find it.

“Oh, I do want to keep you…and I will.” Tyr rises and pulls Harper up with him. “Now come. Let’s get this stink of the planet off you.”

“Get your hands off me!” Harper snarls, twisting sharply against Tyr’s grip. To his dismay, he is pulled close. A big hand closes around his nape, tilting his head back to meet Tyr’s gaze.

“Consider this, Harper. You are the kludge to the leader of this area of space. I am feared by all and that fear keeps you safe. What do you think will happen to you if you’re free?” Tyr asks.

“I don’t care. At least I won’t have to…have to…do things with you.”

“Things like what, Harper?” Tyr stares down into the blue eyes. His voice is all silken menace. “You didn’t enjoy taking me in your mouth? Would you like to see if you’d enjoy me…elsewhere?”

Harper scowls. “I’m not going to let you near me.”

“Let me?” Tyr grins. The grin turns into laughter. “You’re not going to ‘let’ me near you? This should be entertaining.”

“Laugh all you like, Nietzschean!” Harper snaps. His fists clench. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I put that anywhere near my mouth again.”

Tyr smiles. His amber gaze slides hot and smoldering over the human. “As you wish, Harper. Now take your shower and consider this. I will have you tonight. You get to choose where I’ll have you.”

Harper sighs. As much as he wants to hide from this, he knows that he has no real choice. Sure, he can force Tyr to chase him all over the suite. Damned Neit would probably be all the more aroused by it. But until he can find a way home, he has nowhere to go; nowhere to run to. “You…you mean…like in the bed or on the couch, right?”

“No, sweet one…that is not what I mean.” Tyr grabs Harper and kisses him hard. “You can either have me here...” Tyr licks Harper’s lips. “…or here.” He squeezes Harper’s ass. “…your choice.”

Tyr releases Harper and walks out of the room. Harper can hear the sharp crack of Tyr’s voice and the meek murmurs of Hector and Janus in the outer room. After several minutes the outer door hisses shut and he can hear Hector and Janus talking to each other. Tyr is gone for now.

Oh, damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. What is he going to do now? Harper trudges into the bathroom. He stares at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes sparkle with temper but his lips are swollen from Tyr’s kisses and there is a faint redness along his throat from Tyr’s beard and…Harper frowns and tilts his head for a better look. A purple mark is forming on the side of his dataport. Harper clutches the edge of the sink and stares at himself. What if Tyr is telling the truth? What if he can’t go back? What if his only option is to make a place for himself here?

No. He will worry about that if it happens. For now, he has to try. Harper strips off his silk shirt and leather pants. He steps into the shower. The soothing coolness of the water flows over him. He turns his face up to it as he lathers up. The first order of business will be to get his hands on a jack. If he can sneak into Rommie’s databases, the information that he needs should be there somewhere.

Harper rinses off the soap as he considers. That Gaius seems to know something as well but Gaius is a healer not an engineer so Gaius might not have much in the way of useful information. Still he has nothing to lose by talking to Gaius. Getting to the healer should be easy enough. All he would have to do when he is ready to talk is pretend to be ill.
Dylan might know something as well without evening knowing it. Surely Rhade must have let something drop about it in Dylan’s hearing.

Harper dries off briskly and wraps the towel around his waist. He freezes in the doorway as he sees Hector and Janus standing in the room. Hector has a black eye and there is a dark purple bruise forming on Janus’s cheek.

“Hello, Harper. The items you bought on the planet have arrived. We were just bringing them in.” Hector smiles brightly. “You might want to wear that gray outfit tonight.”

Harper snorts. No way is he parading around in front of Tyr in that. That particular outfit is going to end up lost in the back of the closet.

Janus steps closer. He holds out a tray with a Sparky Cola and a selection of pastries on it. “Here, Harper. We thought that you might like this.”

Well. He hasn’t had a Sparky or anything sweet since he got here. Harper steps forward and snags the can off the tray. It’s icy cold in his hands. He pops it open and gives Janus a wary look. Okay, so what do these two want? “Thanks. But you know if you had just let me have my sip of water when we were on the planet all this could have been avoided.”

Janus smiles. “You’re absolutely right, Harper. We’ll be more careful in the future.” He sets the tray on a table near Harper and backs slowly away. He glances over at Hector.

“We were wondering, Harper, if you could do something?” Hector asks. He gingerly touches his swollen eye.

“Like what?” Harper takes a drink. The Sparky rolls down his throat in a tide of bliss.

“Well.” Janus clears his throat. “If you could do something to make the Archduke feel good this evening…it would make things more pleasant.”

“Pleasant? For who?”

Janus glances at Hector then back at Harper. “Why…all of us…the Archduke is in a foul humor and that means the entire ship will be in an uproar. So…could you please try?”

Harper leans against the wall. So, the Sparky and sweets are a pitiful attempt at bribery. Or maybe his counterpart didn’t have the brains to think in bigger terms. The Sparky is nice but hardly good enough to motivate him to put his mouth on Tyr. Still, since he is going to have to do it anyway, he might as well get as much as he can for it. “I could do that.”

Janus smiles, wide and relieved. “That’s good, Harper.”

Harper holds up his hand. “But I expect something in return.”

“What?” Hector asks. “Do you want more Sparky?”

“The Sparky is nice but…if you want Tyr in a really, really good mood…” Harper allows his voice to trail off. He sips his drink as the two exchange looks. How many others would be willing to offer bribes to get the Archduke in a good mood? Did Dylan get people offering him bribes to keep ol’ Rhade smiling?

Janus nods. “What do you want, Harper?”

“I want a jack.” Harper taps his dataport.

Janus and Hector trade thoughtful looks. Janus turns back to Harper. “Wear those pants tonight and put the Archduke in a good mood and we will bring you a jack.”

“I don’t think so.” Harper stares coolly at them. “The jack first. Bring me the jack before Tyr shows up and I’ll put on the pants and put him in a good mood. If you don’t bring me the jack, I promise you, I will personally see to it that Tyr is in a really, really foul mood for days.”

“Done.” Janus turns to Hector. “You stay here and guard him. I know where I can get a jack.”


&&&&

“Ummm. These are so good.” Dylan pops a bit of pastry in his mouth. “What are they called again?”

“Petit fours. I’m glad you like them.” Harper leans back against the couch. He sips at his Sparky. He can feel the caffeine buzzing merrily along his system. “It was a shame that our little outing was cut so short.”

“Well.” Dylan shrugs. “It isn’t your fault. Your keepers should have remembered how fragile you are. I’ve always been extremely healthy myself but everyone knows that you are delicate.”

Harper hides a grin behind his Sparky can. It’s a good thing for Dylan that Hector is outside the door while Janus is hunting for a jack. “I’m glad you don’t blame me for the shortened trip.”

Dylan waves his hand dismissively. “Of course not.”

“You know…I never did get a chance to ask you for that advice.”

“Oh, yes.” Dylan sits up and adopts an important air. “What did you want to know about Harper?”

“I was wondering,” Harper nibbles on an éclair. He wants to get things over with as fast as possible tonight. If there is anything at all that will hurry Tyr along, he wants to know about it. “I was wondering if Nietzscheans have any special spots…you know, different from humans. Something that really arouses them. Something that makes them wild.”

“Ooooh, so you want to drive the Archduke wild.” Dylan giggles. “Well, it’s a good thing that I went ahead and put in an order for enough lube for both of us.”

Harper blinks. “You ordered lube for both of us?”

“Why, yes. I could see that you had no idea. Remember I warned you that Nietzscheans could go on for hours. You wouldn’t believe how much lube you will go through in a week. I was quite shocked at first, too.” Dylan nods. He scrounges down among the cushions and pulls out a bottle. He holds it up and squints at it. “I’m glad to see that you are remembering to keep the bottles filled.”

“Whoa!” Harper stiffens. “Did you just pull that bottle out of the sofa?”

“Oh yes. You really need to make sure that they are in every possible location.”

“Why?”

Dylan looks at Harper in bemusement. “Because you never know where you’ll be when you need it.”

Harper scowls and slouches back against the couch. “I’m sure I’ll know when I’ll need it.”

“Did you make sure to check in the bathroom?” Dylan asks. “They always want it when you shower with them. It’s uncanny.”

“No…I…” Harper’s eyes widen as he remembers all those times that Tyr had dragged him into the shower. Is that why Tyr always got so hard in the shower? He was thinking about…ewww.

“And living area.” Dylan nods thoughtfully. “They seem to really like to plaster you against a wall and have at it.”

“Way too much information, Dylan!”

“I’m just trying to give you the advice you’ll need.”

He really doesn’t want to talk about that. Harper knocks back a big swallow of cola. “So about this driving Nietzscheans wild…Is there a way?”

“Oh yes. It’s their bone blades.”

“The bone blades?” Harper frowns. What is he supposed to do to or with a bone blade to bring Tyr to a fast finish?

“Well, not the blades themselves. Those are very sharp so be very careful around them.” Dylan leans forward. “It’s the skin around the bases of the bone blades. Very, very sensitive. That’s why they all wear those gauntlets. You can stroke it or suck on it or bite it and…well, they just go off like a nova bomb or something. They get extremely excited.”

“You’ve done this with Rhade?”

Dylan grimaces slightly and nods. “Occasionally. Occasionally is all you want to do it. It makes them…quite wild and…aggressive. You don’t want to do it unless you are certain that you can handle them in that state. Definitely be sure you know where all the lube bottles are. It would be a good idea to have extras on hand as well.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…I got it with the bottles for crying out loud.” Harper frowns. He turns the Sparky can in his hand as he considers. “So when I rub or nibble on the skin at the base of the blades Tyr will go off like fireworks?”

“Yes. But you need to be prepared…”

“Yeah. I’ll be prepared alright.” Harper sighs. He’ll be prepared to sputter and choke all over the place. Damn. There’s got to be a better way.

“Be careful, Harper.” Dylan leans forward and taps his knee. “The first time I did that to Gaheris…I thought I would never get over it. He was…feral…quite frightening.”

Harper rolls his eyes. Yeah. Right. This from a guy who got upset over getting splashed with a little water. He’s sure that he is more than up to the task of dealing with a certain Archduke. All he’ll have to do is seduce the big Neit and get that out of the way and it’s smooth sailing from then on. “I think I can handle Tyr.”

“That’s what I thought with Gaheris.” Dylan’s voice lowers. “But something came over him and I had…well let’s just say I got much more than I bargained for.”

Enough of this. He has the all the information that he needs on that topic. Now for the next topic. Harper can feel a blush crawling up his cheeks. “Um…Dylan…I got another question.”

“Yes?” Dylan nibbles on a pastry.

“How do you…um…what I mean is how do you go down there…and not gag?” Harper mumbles quickly.

Dylan looks confused for a moment. “What are you talking about?”

Harper points at his groin.

Dylan shakes his head. His eyes are puzzled. “What?”

“How do you put your mouth down there and not throw up from all the excess…stuff?”

“Oh. Oh. Ohhhhhh!” Dylan erupts into gales of laughter.

“I don’t know what’s so funny. I almost choked in a flood of…Tyr.” Harper sets the empty Sparky can down with a thunk.

Dylan wipes eyes with a delicate handkerchief. “Harper. You are really much more amusing than your other self.”

“Well?” Harper scowls.

“Dear boy. One does not have to partake of everything that is…offered. If you know what I mean.” Dylan winks at him.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Harper shakes his head.

Dylan smirks. “Not very experienced are you?”

“Just answer the question.”

“What was the question?” Dylan asks in mock puzzlement.

Harper glowers at him. “How do you blow ‘em without gagging to death?”

“Oh, yes.” Dylan sniggers.

“I’m gonna break your neck, Dylan.”

Dylan gets himself under control. “Oh. Sorry…it’s just that…I have this mental picture and it’s….quite…entertaining.”

“Dylan…”

“Yes, of course. You want to know technique. You see, you can use more than your mouth. You can use your hands or other parts of your body to create the amount of friction needed to satisfy your Archduke.”

“Really?” Harper is amazed…and excited at the prospect. That sounds much easier than what he had been doing.

“Yes.” Dylan nods. “Now they do prefer that you give up your mouth but you can give the illusion of that without a lot of effort. Just a little combination of kissing, licking…affectionate tugging can do the trick. But I must warn you…”

“Thanks, Dylan.” Harper closes his eyes in relief and sinks back against the couch. Thank the Divine that he doesn’t have to put that in his mouth all the time.

“Listen, Harper.” There is a worried note in Dylan’s voice. “You’re not listening and it may come back to haunt you.”

Harper opens his eyes and smiles. “I got it Dylan. Just do a little hand job and it’s all in the bag.”

Dylan sighs and shakes his head. “Actually, it’s not as satisfying for them. So be sure all the lube bottles are full. The Archduke may demand something else.”

Harper is staring up at the ceiling, already planning for the evening ahead. Things might not be so bad if that’s all there is to it. “Yeah…right…gotcha. So, once I get him off, I can play with the boneblades and he’ll be done right?”

“Oh dear. Not exactly.” Dylan’s pale eyes are wide with alarm. “Harper…maybe you shouldn’t worry about the boneblades tonight.”

“What are you talking about…of course I am.” Harper sits up with a relieved grin. “That’s the answer to my prayers.”

“Harper…” Dylan begins only to stop and look sharply around as the door hisses open.

Janus walks in and nods to Harper. Hector walks in behind him. The two of them remain near the door talking for a few minutes.

Harper hops up off the couch. He is almost out of here. Acquiring the jack is the first step on the road home.

Dylan stands up. He glances at the guards and lowers his voice, “Harper, I really must insist…”

Hector breaks in, “The Archduke will be here soon, Harper.”

Harper glances at Hector, “Right.”

Harper turns to Dylan, escorting him to the door. “Sorry, Dylan but I’ll need to hurry up and change. We’ll talk tomorrow. Gotta get ready for Tyr. Thanks for stopping by.”

He pushes a protesting Dylan out of the door. Harper turns expectantly to Janus. “Well?”

Janus holds out his hand. The jack rests on the center of his palm. He closes his hand over the jack as Harper reaches for it. “The Archduke must be in an excellent mood or we take this back. Understood, Harper?”

“Understood.”

Janus holds out the jack again and Harper snatches it up. He dashes off to the bedroom. Where to hide his prize? He quickly wraps a pair of support thongs around it and stuffs in a drawer. There. Safe enough for now.

Time to fulfill his end of the bargain. Harper rips his shirt off and tosses it in the closet. He shimmies out the tight leather pants and tosses them after the shirt. He yanks on the pale gray chaps and the soft loincloth. He moves to stand in front of the mirror. The textured cloth slides over his bare skin in a way that is distracting as he twists, checking to see that everything is mostly covered. More of his ass is exposed than he remembers or likes but a deal is a deal.

He hears the outer door open and Tyr’s voice. It’s time. Harper saunters out of the bedroom and Tyr stops in mid-sentence. Tyr stares. His hot amber gaze slides over Harper’s bare chest to the bulge filling the loincloth and over the bare expanse of thigh and flank. He glances sidelong at Hector and Janus. “You two. Out.”

“Yes, sir.” They head for the door.

Without taking his eyes from Harper, Tyr adds, “I do not want to be disturbed this evening. I’m spending it with Harper. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Janus and Hector hurry outside.

Tyr pulls off his long, black leather jacket and tosses it over the couch. He circles slowly around Harper. “Engage privacy mode.”

Andromeda announces. “Privacy mode engaged. Authorization Archduke Tyr Anasazi.”

“Now, my little human.” Tyr’s hands settle on Harper’s shoulders. His voice lowers to a velvet purr. “We have the entire evening to enjoy one another. I intend to make sure we’re both completely satisfied.”

Okay. Time to go on the offensive and get Tyr finished fast. Harper steps closer and looks up at Tyr through his lashes. His hands slid up the black silk shirt, stroking Tyr’s nipples through the fabric. “Shall we start with a shower?”

Tyr growls. His hands flex, kneading the human’s shoulder muscles. “Remove my clothing and I’ll join you.”

Harper slowly unfastens the silk shirt and slips it off Tyr’s shoulders. He scatters kisses over the hard muscles of Tyr’s chest. Definitely a move in the right direction if the way that Tyr moans and presses him closer is any gauge. With any luck, he’ll have Tyr done and fast asleep in no time.

Harper slides his hands lower, caressing the hard ridges of Tyr’s lean waist. His fingers deftly loosen the fastenings and pull open the flap of Tyr’s black leather pants, exposing the darkly swollen shaft. Harper gathers his nerve and cups a hand over the exposed, dark shaft. He looks up, holding the hot amber stare as he murmurs, “I can’t wait to feel your arms around me.”

“You will feel more than my arms, little man.” Tyr brushes a kiss across the human’s lips. The amber eyes widen and darken as Harper touches his black leather gauntlets.

Harper slowly unlaces each gauntlet, easing first one, then the other off Tyr’s forearms. He slides his hands up Tyr’s hard forearms, his fingers barely ghosting over the edge of the skin at the base of the boneblades. Harper smiles as Tyr groans and shudders. Oh, yeah. Tonight is going to be a piece of cake.

Harper kneels and tugs the leather pants down and off. His hands glide up the dark thighs. He rubs his cheeks over the swollen shaft winning a gasp from Tyr. His hands close around the shaft, squeezing, and stroking. There. He should be able to bring Tyr off pretty darn quick once he got the big guy in the shower. Harper drops a soft kiss on the wide head and stands up.

Holding the amber stare, Harper reaches down to release the jeweled clasps holding the pale gray chaps to the waistband. The chaps slide to the floor leaving him in the loincloth. Harper slowly removes the cloth under Tyr’s avid stare. He stands bare before the Nietzschean. Harper turns and struts toward the shower, giving Tyr an unobstructed view of his ass. He looks over his shoulder and smiles seductively. “Don’t make me wait.”

Harper steps under the spray. He poses under the flow of water, knowing that Tyr is watching him. His hands slide over his chest and then down his stomach to cup and caress his own shaft. Tyr steps into the shower behind with a low growl. Harper presses back, squirming artfully against the heat of the Nietzschean’s body. Tyr’s hands glide possessively down his arms to close over his rising shaft.

“Tyr!” Harper suddenly remembers Dylan’s comment about what Nietzscheans like to do in showers. He abrupt twists around to face Tyr. Suddenly his plan to bring Tyr off by putting on a little show in the shower seems like a really, really bad idea. The way that the Nietzschean is only swelling harder and hotter against him, makes him deeply uneasy. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“What have you been thinking, sweet one?” Tyr leans back against the wall, cradling the human against him. His hands glide down to cup the muscled curves of Harper’s ass.

Oh, damn. He really needs to get Tyr out of the shower. The whole shower thing is bad. Very bad. Harper twitches uneasily as Tyr’s fingers begin exploring his cleft. “Um…how much I wanted to take you in my mouth.”

“Ah…so you’ve decided that is the lesser of the two evils?” Tyr chuckles. His hands settle on Harper’s shoulders. “Very well. Show me what you have been thinking.”

Harper’s eyes are wide. No, no, no. He glances down at the hard floor. Definitely no. He must get Tyr out of the shower. If he has to do this, he is going to be as comfortable as possible while choking. “Here? In the shower?”

“Of course. I find the water pouring over my body very stimulating.” Tyr presses down lightly against Harper’s shoulders.

Harper sighs. He should have known. Damn. Of course, the Nietzschean would probably think air moving over his cock stimulating. Harper kisses each of the dark nipples. He looks up under his lashes and murmurs, “Tyr. Why don’t we go to bed for this?”

“As you wish.” Tyr smiles and leans down to claim Harper’s mouth for a long, slow kiss. Harper opens his mouth, yielding immediately to the press of the full lips covering his. He rubs his body sinuously against Tyr as his hands stroke over the hard muscles of Tyr’s arms. His fingers glide teasingly close to the bone blades.

Tyr is breathing hard as he raises his head. He stalks out of the shower, his skin gleaming and damp from the fine spray of water. He glances over his shoulder at Harper. “Dry me.”

Harper takes a fluffy towel and pats the damp from Tyr’s sleek skin. He takes heart from the way that Tyr shudders under his touch. Okay. A little more touching. A few kisses and licks and Tyr will be done. Harper quickly dries himself off as Tyr walks into the bedroom. The sooner he gets this done, the sooner he can have a peaceful night’s sleep and be up bright and early to put his jack to good use.

Harper smiles seductively and saunters over to the big bed. He is very aware of Tyr lounging against the pillows, watching him and waiting for him. Harper crawls across the bed to Tyr. He bends down to make a great show of sucking, while kissing, nibbling, licking and tugging just as Dylan had advised. This is so much easier. Dylan is a genius.

“Yes, Harper. I love your clever mouth.” Tyr groans. He arches into Harper’s mouth and collapses back on the bed, panting.

Well, Harper clears his throat and wrinkles his nose. At least he didn’t choke on it this time. And his mouth is nowhere near as sore after using Dylan’s trick. Finally he can have some peace. He crawls off Tyr’s limp body and curls up on the bed and closes his eyes. Harper sighs and tries to ignore the way Tyr is curling around him.

His eyes snap open as Tyr begins nuzzling his throat and stroking his chest. What the hell? Something hard nudges his hips. Wait a second. What’s that? Is that Nietzschean hard again? Harper promptly rolls over, pressing his back into the mattress. He grins weakly. “Ready for me so soon?”

“Yes. Your scent excites me.” Tyr growls as he nuzzles Harper’s throat.

Harper slides down Tyr’s body and discovers the shaft is fully erect and hard. He sets to work again, stroking and licking and kissing and tugging. It takes longer this time but finally Tyr is moaning and clutching his shoulders.

Finally. Harper lies there with his head on Tyr’s abdomen. Now, he can…Harper bites his lower lip to keep from saying any of the cuss words that he is thinking as Tyr’s shaft rises and pokes against him. The damn Nietzschean recovery time must be measured in nanoseconds.

His first assessment is right, Harper thinks as his mouth slides over Tyr’s thick shaft. Dylan is an idiot. Of course, to be fair, Dylan did say something about Nietzscheans not finding the other method as satisfying. Okay. Maybe if he goes all the way and gives up his mouth completely this time, the damn thing will be satisfied and stay down. Harper strokes and squeezes Tyr all the while sucking loudly away. Finally he is able to allow the limp shaft to slip from his lips. Surely now, the damned Neit is done.

Harper crawls back up and allows Tyr to pull him close. Harper rubs his cheek against the solid shoulder muscles. Damn, his jaws ache. What more can Tyr want? Oh, yeah. Pillow talk. He mumbles sleepily, “Your arms feel so good around me.”

Harper closes his eyes, drifting, almost asleep. Harper shifts his legs and his eyes snap open. He cannot believe that Tyr is hard…again. Damn. Damn. Damn. He just cannot bring himself to crawl down there and do it again. He’d better go for the bone blades and hand job thing.

He nuzzles the strong arm curled around him. He nibbles on the biceps. Kisses the soft inner skin of the elbow. He alternates kissing, sucking and nibbling on the skin covering the top of Tyr’s forearm. Tyr is moaning, growling and shuddering against him in a most promising way. Harper looks up, staring into Tyr’s wide eyes as he presses a kiss in Tyr’s palm, kisses Tyr’s wrist and works his way down to the bone blades. Harper presses soft, damp kisses around the base of each bone blade. He retraces his route licking lasciviously around the bases while holding Tyr’s dazed stare. Soon, Tyr is trembling and breathing hard and deep. A sheen of sweat is dampening his skin. His bone blades quiver and flutter. There. Almost done and he didn’t even have to touch Tyr’s cock. Harper smiles and nips the skin. Tyr’s boneblades snap erect.

“HARPER!” Tyr growls and surges over Harper, pressing him face down in the mattress.

“Uh oh.” Harper squeaks as Tyr rubs against him. He is in so much trouble. He gasps as the swollen shaft nudges into his cleft. Now what? Is it too much simulation or not enough? Maybe if he tries the bone blades once more, Tyr will get off before anything unfortunate happens. Maybe.

Harper is instantly distracted as Tyr begins sucking and licking and kissing the skin around his dataport. Harper moans, pressing back involuntarily. Oh, damn. That feels good. Tyr’s mouth is sheer magic there.

“I need you, Harper.” Tyr growls around the port.

Harper shudders at the sensation that the growl produces. He writhes, seeking friction for his rapidly swelling shaft. He is only distantly aware of Tyr’s big hands urgently clutching his flanks.

“I need to be inside you…I will be inside you.” Tyr groans as he lavishes kisses on Harper’s throat and shoulders.

“Uh…Tyr…” Harper gasps as the big dark hand slides under the pillows and retreats clutching a familiar bottle. He hears a ping as the cap bounces off the wall.

“Ah yesss. You prepared for me.” Tyr strokes the lube over his stiff shaft.

Harper squirms. His senses are rapidly returning now that Tyr has stopped caressing his dataport. To his surprise the creamy coolness of the lube feels rather pleasant as Tyr strokes it over his cleft. He pants as Tyr roughly nuzzles his throat, scraping his beard over the dataport. “Well…now…Tyr…maybe we should take this first time…kinda slow.”

“I can’t wait, Harper.” Tyr ardently kisses the pale line of Harper’s throat. His lips close hotly over the dataport as his shaft presses inside Harper. Tyr hums with pleasure against the port.

“Tyr….uhhhh….so….good…” Harper trembles, enthralled by the combined sensations of Tyr’s mouth moving over his dataport and the solid length of the large shaft pressing relentlessly inside. Tyr’s big hand slides beneath him and closes possessively over his hard shaft. Harper moans and presses urgently into the caressing fingers.

“Tyr….mmmm….please…..ahhhh…deeper.”

“You like that, don’t you, Harper?” Tyr growls around the dataport.

“YES! Oh yes….”

“Move for me, Harper.”

“Too much….so good….” Harper moans.

He feels overwhelmed and overcome by the mingled sensations. Why hadn’t someone told him about this before? It felt...there were no words for how good it felt. Harper cries out wordlessly as Tyr strokes in and out, the pressure of his thickness providing a shockingly intense burst of pleasure.

“You feel so tight around me…so warm…I need you, Harper….I need you.” Tyr gasps.

Harper moans, arching his back, seeking the new sensation. He’d never…never…if only he’d known.

“OHHHHH…oh, oh, Tyr…yes…like that.” His hands clutch the bed as Tyr labors over him. Harper spreads his knees wider and pushes back. Oh, damn. Oh. Oh. If he’d known that if felt like this, he’d molested Tyr long ago.

“You want more, little one?” Tyr smiles as he caresses Harper’s ass. “You enjoy the way we feel when we’re joined like this?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.” Harper gasps.

Tyr slows his thrusts. “I don’t what to damage you, Harper. You’ve never been taken like this. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do.”

No. Harper wants more and he wants it now. He pulls Tyr’s arm closer to his face. He licks the skin along the base of the boneblades. Harper deliberately sharply nips the base of the nearest bone blade.

“HARPER!” Tyr roars and surges into him wildly.

Harper cries out in encouragement, wiggling at the heavy sway of Tyr’s sac against his. Tyr’s sac brushes provocatively against Harper’s. The sweet caress a counter point to the demanding thrust of Tyr’s thickness inside Harper. He presses back in silent demand for more. His whole conscious is centered on pursuing the voluptuous sensations flooding him with each glide of Tyr’s thick shaft. Harper eagerly arches his throat as Tyr sucks hard on the dataport. He can feel the thick shaft pressing deep inside and then the warmth of Tyr’s release. Harper shudders, yielding to the grasping demand of Tyr’s thick fist and collapses in a dazed heap.

TBC