Diplomatic Relations

Disclaimer: All licensing and trademark rights belong to Tribune Entertainment and MBR Productions. I do not own Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda and I do not profit from my writing of fan fiction besides the funness. Nor am I connected to the TV series in any way-if I had been Charlemagne would have returned.

Timeline: back in Season 2, Within the episode 'Into the Labyrinth"

Author's note: when I watched 'Into the Labyrinth' I thought Beka would have tried to further diplomatic relations with Charlemagne and thought up a version. Later I read a great story called 'Oysters' written by Argimpasa on another website and was encouraged to write this after all.

Warning: mentions her past relationship with Harper and implies his current relationship.

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Diplomatic Relations


Beka waited on the plush brown velvet spread of Archduke Charlemagne Bolivar's bed. He was in the bathroom taking his damn sweet time and was unaware of her surprise visit. She had only gotten into his room because his muscle bound guards thought she had been sent by Dylan to be the Archduke's private entertainment. How wrong they were. Dylan was way too High Guard to think of that, this was totally her idea if things seemed to flow in that direction. She would have to wait and see. Just as she was waiting to see if he had drowned. Patience had not been genetically encoded in her 'Valentine' genes. At least she had oysters and other delicious delicacies on this scrumptious platter Andromeda had provided. She nibbled as she considered her recent talk with Dylan and his concerns with the Archduke's sincerity. From her brief meeting with Charlemagne and observing him in the reception room he seemed to excel at double-talk and political dealings, she on the other hand didn't. Beka preferred bluntness, she hoped he would find it refreshing.

She certainly found her unexpected attraction to the Nietzschean a breath of fresh air in these stuffy boring proceedings. Beka pondered this as she dipped an oyster in the Castellian pate'. He reminded her in some ways of Harper, not just his coloring- pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes but also that they both hid themselves but in different ways. Harper camouflaged his wiry muscled body under baggy clothes and from what Beka's guessing determined, Charlemagne's slender frame under its foppish attire might be truly marvelous. Harper also hides behind his silly scatterbrained- but- genius mannerisms wheres the Nietzschean cloaked himself in an languid boredom. She wondered what he would be like when properly stimulated. And with some hints from things Harper had dropped on what could drive Nietzscheans crazy she was intrigued enough to try.
Beka frowned thinking of her friend. She missed Harper, not just in her bed but hanging around. He was spending more and more time with Tyr and she was worried about him, not to mention the larvae shit going on. He had mentioned that the Library thingy might help him and she encouraged him to go for it, Trance's tender purple sensibilities be damned. Any time these days when she or Tyr would hear about a cure one of them would dash off in the Maru. When Tyr was gone she would seek out Harper, often to sleep together because he hated now to be alone. But just to sleep and talk in the dark. They never got together when one of them was involved with someone else, they fell back into a friendly sibling type relationship. Besides she knew he would not risk her somehow being infected with the Magog, Beka was curious on how Tyr was dealing with the limitations Harper set down but wasn't about to ask. Harper and her had only gotten together because she had been so upset over Tommy and Harper was horny. He had also proved to be inventive and quite adventurous. And showed her that venturing beyond her 'type' could be very rewarding, hence her interest in the sleek Jaguar.

She believed Charlemagne could prove to be a 'bad boy' after all. Beka mused on how he would look in black leather, maybe a long duster... She glanced up to see him watching her and was unprepared for the beautiful body, still damp, revealed to her. He wore a blue robe open that revealed a too narrow glimpse of his chest and pale gray silk clung to his muscular thighs and outlined the length of his cock hidden from her view. His chest was also a symphony of muscles under taunt pale skin. As she gave her warning and they exchanged banter Beka's eyes devoured the hardness of his body.

"Now that we have agreed we could form a mutual admiration society, why else are you here Beka Valentine?" Charlemagne inquired.

"I wanted to see if I was right about something." Beka replied mysteriously.

"What?" His tone was bored but Jaguars were notorious for their curiosity as well as their treachery.

"To prove that a pale panther was pretending to be a poodle." Beka said in a low husky tone. She made no attempt to hide the admiration in her gaze.

Charlemagne circled the bed to stand beside her. With a graceful shrug his robe slithered off his shoulders to bare more for Beka's eager eyes.

"Just how many wives do you have?" Asked Beka, curious.

"Nine." There was no mistaking the pride in his voice.

"Its a wonder they let you get any sleep at night," she said with a saucy smile.

He visibly preened at her comments.

"And here you are..all alone..." Beka's voice was teasingly concerned.

"But Beka," he purred "I"m not alone now...am I?"

He placed a knee on the bed next to her hip causing the material to pull and reveal several inches more of skin and a hipbone Beka's mouth watered to explore. His hands reached and braced on the headboard behind her, one on either side of her. Beka sunk back in the pillows and looked up at him. His face still wore a casual guarded expression as he considered her. Beka's attention was captured by movement from the corner or her eye. It was his bone blades flaring and she examined them closely. She had never seen a Nietzschean's bare forearms this close and marveled at their deadly beauty. White curves of bone arched and moved under her scrutiny and she was enthralled, not repulsed or frightened. Beka remembered something Harper had confide to her about them, or more precisely the bases. It seemed the rings of flesh were extremely sensitive and that was the true reason Nietzscheans always wore the bracers or gauntlets, but as Charlemagne was fresh from the bath his were naked. Slowly she leaned and nuzzled his forearm, then moved her mouth so his bases were in reach of her tongue. She extended it to trace wet patterns circling where lethal weaponry met smooth skin. Beka felt fine tremors shiver along the taunt flesh under her exploring tongue. Her hands raised to grasp his wrist and elbow turning his arm slightly. Tilting her head she moved her mouth to curve partly around one base and sucked. Above her Beka heard Charlemagne make a strangled tormented noise. She felt strong fingers fist in her hair and her head was forced back so her mouth could be captured for a devouring kiss. Charlemange's lips were firm and cool, a contrast to the wet heat of his tongue that slipped between her teeth to tangle with hers. He pushed her into the pillows as his mouth claimed hers and his tongue stroked in and out. Overwhelmed by the wonderful sensations, her hands dropped to fist in the bedspread. One felt the metal of the forgotten serving tray. Her fingers skimming over the oysters she found the pate'. Dipping her fingertips in the chilled delicacy she brought them back to his bone blades and smeared the bases. Charlemange groaned in her mouth.

Wrenching her mouth from his, Beka turned back to his arm. His other hand was still buried in her hair but now it gently urged her. Licking and nibbling she lavished his bases with sensual torment, glorying in the harsh helpless noises Charlemagne made. Close to his bases on the taunt skin of his forearm she left several bites, each time a guttural growl was wrenched from him.
Beka nuzzled the curve of his elbow giving him a slight respite from her ministrations. Above her she heard his breathless voice question her.

"How did you become an expert on Nietzschean sensuality? Did Anasaszi teach you?"

Beka strove to make her tone casual,"No, my human blood might have dirtied the purity of his precious Pride."

Charlemagne whispered in her ear in a confidential mummer,"Well, Kodiak was always known more for their brawn than their brains."

Beka's laughing gaze looked up into his smiling face, but she noticed his eyes were still sharp.
She hoped hers hid the memory of Tyr's rejection. She did allow hers to become serious.

"Considering his valid concern, did you want to put boundaries on our 'play'?"

Charlemagne considered her,"I don't think either of us wants to deal with the consequences of a child of mixed blood."

"I am on birth suppression shots and its a bad time in my cycle," assured Beka.

"Then, Captain Valentine, I'm all for no boundaries," he purred.

"Call me Beka, I'll let you know when I want you to follow my orders," she teased him.

"Then I'm Shar, Charlemagne is such a mouthful."

Beka gave a husky laugh,"Oh, I believe you are much more than just a mere mouthful."

"And I like a woman that can give orders." Shar's throaty tone sent shivers up and down Beka's spine.

"Really?" Beka's grin flashed across her face.

In a quick fluid movement she twisted them so they both fell on the bed with her on top of him. Unfortunately this caused the metal tray to clatter loudly to the floor. In a rush of noise and fury the Archduke's guards burst into the room. Instantly Beka had her gauss pistol out and pointed at them, she had also instinctively lowered her body to shield Charlemagne. They had relieved her of her hip pistol at his door, the holster on her thigh empty but she had hidden a smaller model in the depths of the pillows. Everyone looked at each other for a tense moment until Charlemagne began laughing. He waved a languid hand and shooed out his men. They retreated grumbling back to the hallway.

Beka stashed her gun away and looked down at Shar. The sharp angles of his face were serious and his blue eyes clear and probing as he gazed at her. She frowned back, Beka knew her expression was confused under his intense regard. He slowly grinned, "I saved the Pate'."

She saw the small china bowl in his hand. Beka returned his grin. Moving to the side of him on the bed Beka eagerly stripped off her clothes. She swung her thigh over his body and stretched sinuously as she heard Shar's soft approving compliments. Balancing on her knees she tugged on the silk pants covering him. When they were pushed down out of her way Beka settled herself in the cradle of his slim hips. The pale curve of his cock was arched up over his concave belly and she nestled her trimmed thatch against it. Panting she rubbed her clit against his hardness and heard the echo of Shar's matching moans. She dipped her fingers in the almost forgotten bowl and scooped a bit of the chilled pale blue delicacy. Spreading it over the pale pink flat discs adorning his chest she lowered so her tongue could lick them clean. He arched his back and his free hand tangled into her hair again. Between more pate', licking and nibbling she told him in a husky breathless voice just how beautiful she found him. A low purring filled the air around them. She felt tugging on her hair, sitting up she stared at the pale muscled form below her.

"My turn," Shar demanded softly.

Beka hid her grin as she pretended to give him a stern look. She frowned. He pouted. She relented. She arched her back so the round firm curves of her breasts taunted him. Hastily Shar put the bowl near her knee and reached up with long graceful fingers. His hands showed their hidden strength as he kneaded her soft flesh. His skilled fingertips rolled the points of her nipples into aching nubs. Fiery jolts of sensation traveled from her nipples to deep into her empty womb. She shivered at the cold feel of the pate' on her breasts and opened her eyes to watch Charlemagne. Bracing on his forearms he arched up to greedily devour her breasts, his soft blonde hair brushing her collarbones. Sharp strong teeth grazed her tight nubs and lust rippled through her.

"More.." She moaned.

She felt the coolness again as he spread pate' down her sternum and dip in her navel. Gasping Beka followed the urging of his hands on her hips and leaned forward. Shar settled back on the bed as she crouched on her hands and knees above him. She braced herself as sensations of pleasure washed over her at the wet firm pressure of his tongue exploring her torso. Beka's back bowed down as his tongue tip played in her navel and soft bites scattered across her belly. One of his hands left her hips and she waited with anticipation. Coolness was applied to her soft inner folds and his hands were on her slender hips urging again. Crawling up his body she stopped with a knee on either side of his head and a strong grip gently forced her down to settle on his mouth. Bracing her palms on the headboard Beka shuddered and whimpered as his clever tongue probed and licked her innermost core. Soon everything was too intense to contain and her climax crested over her as Beka called out his name. She had slumped down and his arms were wrapped around her thighs as Charlemagne's tongue licked up the juices of her orgasm, causing aftershocks to ripple through her limp body. Breathing deeply Beka regained her control, vision and other necessary functions like the ability to move. She gently grasped one gleaming sharp bone blade and wiggled it while ordering softly,"Release me."

A discontented growl vibrated along the sensitized skin of her pussy. Beka trembled and then repeated herself in a firmer tone. When she felt herself freed, Beka swiftly swung off him. She heard a fierce snapping noise and quickly glanced at Shar's face. Heavy lidded eyes gazed back from taunt features. Beka frowned. He blinked lazily back.

"I wasn't finished," he protested in a petulant tone.

Charlemagne sounded like a spoiled little boy but his muscled masculine body proved otherwise. She pulled his pants off as he lofted his slim hips to assist her. Beka knelt next to him and felt more desire well up inside herself as she stared at him now totally bared for her gaze.

"Pale perfection," she murmured to herself. Shar smiled and began to purr.

She kneeled beside him and nuzzled her nose in his dark blonde tight curls, her breath caressing his cock. It was the longest she had ever considered being intimate with and caused her to pause. But knew she wouldn't be able to resist. Charlemagne's cock seemed to be carved from ivory with a translucent sheen to the smooth skin. A thick blue vein ran the length of him and her tongue wetted her lips. Beka saw a shiny pearl of pre-cum and pounced. Her tongue capturing the glistening drop and probing the slit on the head of his cock for more. She circled the bulb of his cock with her tongue and admired the rosy flush that graced the skin. Beka went back for more pre-cum that was leaking and was amazed at its rich sweet taste. Running her tongue up and down his length she heard soft growls from Shar and ripping noises. His hands were fisted in the bedding and his pulsing bone blades were shredding the pillows. Beka eyed them warily as her mouth drifted to his balls. Shar's sack was smooth and the skin stretched tightly over its treasures. She reached between his thighs and nudged them wider, cupping his scrotum in her palm as her other hand stretched across him to the china bowl. Shar swore softly as she spread the chilly delicious substance over his sack. Holding him to her mouth she laid over his thigh and licked him, letting her teeth graze lightly. Beka's other hand stroked his cock, gathering the flowing pre-cum and fisting his hardness slowly. Her mouth returning to his cock, she stroked her fingers lower on his shaft as she enveloped the crown into warm wetness. Her tongue curling as she sucked,causing Charlemagne's body to arch off the bed.

Beka gasped and swallowed him deeper as she felt long fingers dance along her belly before probing into her soft folds. His hardness buried in her mouth, she whimpered around it as Shar finger fucked her pussy. She sucked his cock and softly squeezed his sack in pace with his thrusting fingers but still felt too empty. Lifting her head to gaze at him, Beka saw he was propped on the mangled pillows watching her.

"I don't want to come in your mouth Beka." He told her.

" Then put us how you want," letting the final decision on how they climaxed be his.

Immediately, strong hands lifted her over his body and Charlemange kissed her as he lowered her onto his waiting cock. She felt the blunt head of him part her folds and inch inside. Beka moaned into his mouth as he filled her, his gentle grip easing her down his length. When she was settled flush against his pelvis she drew back to pant in the hollow of his throat. Beka loved the feeling of this Nietzschean buried to the hilt deep within her. She rocked against him and then began squeezing with her inner muscles around Shar's shaft. Hands tightening on her hips, he began moving them in a rhythm to match his thrusts. His head thrown back among the pillows and his bone blades flaring wildly, he pumped powerfully as she ground her pelvis into his. She curled her palms under and around his shoulders and hung on as her face pressed into the curve of his neck. Her own thighs moved to help him and Beka heard over their harsh breathing a muffled clatter as the bowl fell to the floor.

The building sensations broke and crashed over her, overwhelming her nerve endings as tremors coursed though her. As her feminine core clenched around Shar's cock she cried out against his throat and bit the taunt skin there. Making a savage sound, Charlemagne rolled her over in the pillows to her back and surged into her. Wallowing in her orgasm, Beka felt his cock pounding deep into her pussy. His length pistoned and she felt the blunt head of him bump her cervix with every thrust. Wrapping her legs around his waist Beka reached down and gripped his ass, digging her nails into his flexing muscles. With a guttural growl Shar climaxed and Beka felt his warm seed splash into her.

Beka relaxed her legs and her hands skimmed up to stroke his back as Charlemagne shuddered, his weight pushing her deep into the plush pillows. He rolled them slightly to their sides as they both struggled to recover. She marveled at their paleness matching as their damp skin clung slightly together. Pulling back Beka looked into his face. Feeling her stare, Shar opened his eyes. Blue stared into blue as Beka said in a soft serious voice, "Charlemagne Bolivar, welcome aboard the Andromeda Ascendent."

They both began to laugh.


The End
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