| Subject: Hypothermia (SLASH NC-17) 2/2 |
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Date Posted: 18:06:01 10/11/02 Fri
No, the damn Macklin gauge wasn't in his living room. He'd told Rommie it wasn't but she insisted that's where she'd seen him with it. His quarters might be a mess, but they were an organised mess. He knew where everything was and what was there, and the Macklin gauge certainly wasn't. He headed out again, only to have the door stick. He slapped the open button. Nothing.
"Rommie? My door's stuck."
"I'm sorry Harper, but I've locked it."
"What? Rommie doll, not funny. Let me out!"
"The ship has been instructed to open the door only on my command."
Tyr's voice came from behind him. Harper spun, startled, and took a step backwards as he realised how close the Nietzschean was. Where the hell had he come from?
"Tyr?"
He said, somewhat redundantly, as there were no other six-foot-something walking slabs of chocolate-coloured muscle on the Andromeda. Especially ones that wanted to lurk in his quarters and ambush him.
"Indeed. As you once somewhat colourfully said – if the mountain will not come to Mohaman, Mohaman must come to the mountain."
"It's Mohammed and it's…oh never mind. You want to tell me what the hell's going on? Why Rommie won't open the damn door?"
He turned and stabbed the button repeatedly and uselessly.
"Both Captain Hunt and Captain Valentine have enquired, with varying degrees of threat, as to what I did on the Maru to upset you so much. They also requested the situation be resolved."
Harper was beginning to feel dizzy he was turning around quickly so much.
"What did you tell them?"
He asked in some alarm.
"That we had initiated a relationship and you were currently experiencing some difficulties coping with the fact - or were 'freaking out' as Captain Valentine so elegantly put it."
"You didn't!"
Tyr regarded him with his usual almost-smirk.
"You did! I can't believe you just, just…ohmygod…what did Beka, no, I don't want to know. I can't believe you told them that! I can’t believe they’re letting you do this!"
Harper could hear his voice rising in pitch and volume to the full patented Harper Outraged Squeak.
"You have only yourself to blame, boy. Had you agreed to discuss this privately and rationally I would not have had to involve our crewmates. Instead you have spent the past three days running and hiding from me."
Tyr stalked towards him. Harper's back made contact with the door without him being conscious of moving.
"Ah, Tyr, big guy, I know we kinda did the wild thing, or rather, I did the wild thing and you did the bizarre thing and it was…umph."
Tyr's palm plastered his mouth shut.
"Shut up, little man, and listen."
There was a distinct lack of amusement in Tyr's face now as he loomed over the human. Harper stilled, danger senses pinging frantically.
"I may have been mistaken, so I will ask you now, and think carefully before you answer because I will ask it of you only once and never again - do you wish us to engage in a relationship, or no?"
He released Harper's mouth and withdrew a couple of paces. Harper sucked breath in, inhaling the lingering scent of Nietzschean. It did strange things to his stomach, that not-Magog fluttering he'd felt on the Maru. He flicked his gaze around the room nervously, every survival instinct in him screaming for an escape route. Tyr retreated another few steps. Harper was under no illusion the Nietzschean couldn't grab him from there even had the door been open, but it gave him a mental distance.
"Rommie, unlock and open Harper's door."
The fact Tyr used Andromeda's name surprised Harper, revealing how off-balance the Nietzschean must be. The door panel opened behind him. Tyr folded his arms around himself. It struck Harper for the first time that it was a gesture of self-protection just as much as it was the gesture of superior smugness he'd always taken it for. The fluttering in his stomach had transmuted into a sinking feeling now. This was serious. Way too serious for him. Serious was Dylan's job. Way too serious was Tyr's job. Not his.
"I understand you are afraid. It is not an easy decision or an easy choice. But you have conquered your fears before.”
Oh yeah, and look where that had ended up. Shit. No, hyperventilating was not a life-style choice. No matter how much it seemed to have become so over the last three days.
Think. What was it he wanted? Physical attraction - really big though it was - aside, was getting Tyr what he really wanted? If he was talking about big there was the Nietzschean thing. The overbearing, self-righteous, vain, vicious and brutal thing. The future clan Kodiak thing. All of which were really parts of the same big thing when you came down to it. There was also the loneliness thing. The companionship thing. And the in-love thing. None of which he really wanted to think about, let alone acknowledge, thank you very much.
Yeah, he was afraid. Someone had handed him the winning lottery ticket and that just didn't happen to him. He tried to cash it in, something would happen, it would blow up in his face, turn out to be fool's gold. He'd had so many of the important people in his life die on him, leave him, disappear on him or just plain turn into somebody else. It seemed to him it was just buying into trouble, accepting this lottery ticket. He stared into Tyr's eyes but there was no help there. The Nietzschean was being purposefully bland. Looking at him just restarted the butterflies in Harper's stomach.
"As someone recently told me, it hurts like hell, all that returning feeling. Taking a chance might hurt, but at least at the end of it you're alive."
Tyr’s voice was almost neutral. Not exactly a wild declaration of love by most standards, but then this was Tyr. The Nietzschean was much bigger on actions than words, as he’d shown on the Maru. And when it came down to it, wasn't it actions which counted? That thought spurred Harper to a decision. Fear or no fear.
"Rommie, shut and lock the door please. Engage privacy mode."
"Privacy mode engaged."
Rommie said. The door clicked shut behind him. Harper walked up to Tyr. For a second he stood there, searching the face above him, reading calmness, acceptance and the beginnings of hope in Tyr’s eyes. Then he slid his hands around the Nietzschean's neck, pulling his head down. At first it was a mere brush of lips, a mingling of breath. Then Harper ran his tongue over the bottom lip pressed to his and hesitation went out the window. In their first encounter Tyr might have been the aggressor, but now it was Harper who demanded, Harper who controlled and devoured. Harper who tightened his arms around the other man, raked his fingers through his hair and slid their bodies together. Eventually he pulled back, sliding his tongue slowly from Tyr’s mouth, sucking the full mouth as he went. Desire shone from the brown eyes and Tyr’s _expression was one he’d only seen the fringes of before, something scarily like happiness.
“Bed.” Harper said, and pulled him quickly into the next room. He fell onto the bed, bounced and dragged the Nietzschean down to him. He didn’t give Tyr time to speak or think, but swarmed over him, clothes pulled and tugged off, breathless with want and anticipation, until they were both nude, kneeling opposite one another.
God, but Tyr was beautiful. He felt slightly cheated he hadn’t got to see him like this their first time together. And maybe right about now he should start feeling like an inferior scrawny kludge, but he didn’t. Tyr wanted him, needed him, maybe even loved him. There was no hiding that, the evidence was rock solid and erect between Tyr’s legs.
Harper plastered himself up against Tyr, fingers digging into the heavy muscled shoulders, mouth mapping the distance between Tyr’s ear and collarbone. Such a small, miraculous distance, one he never thought he’d know. Tyr groaned and Harper started to thrust against him, torsos and hips and cocks gliding against each other, friction building a fire between them. The groans were Tyr’s and the whimpers were his. Tyr had settled his hands on Harper’s arse, kneading his buttocks in time to the increasing urgency of their rhythm. Harper would have bruises tomorrow but now it felt good, he wanted more, he wanted to touch all of Tyr at once, explore every inch with feverish strokes and biting kisses. Harper could feel himself on the verge of coming and pushed away from the heat. He fell back onto his hands, panting. It took a few seconds for Tyr to collect himself.
“What?”
Tyr’s query was just as breathless as Harper was. Harper twisted and grabbed his utility belt from the edge of the bed and pulled a tube from it. He slid his legs either side of Tyr’s knees and offered him the tube,
“Take me. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Tyr gave a hoarse moan and closed his eyes. For a second Harper thought the Nietzschean was going to come on the spot. The muscles on his stomach rippled and spurts of pre-come spilled from his cock, but Tyr's control won out. His eyes opened again and there was little pupil showing in the dark aroused gaze. Harper slid his right leg up Tyr's thigh and around his waist, then leaned back onto his elbows, licking his lips at the wealth of hunger in Tyr's predatory expression. He’d always been uncomfortable being focus of that look before and now he knew why. He hadn’t thought he could get any harder, but oh, he’d been so wrong.
“Tyr. Please.”
As if the plea broke him from some stasis lock, Tyr surged over him, mouth and tongue opening and penetrating his own. Harper felt Tyr sliding his hand down his leg to his ankle, pulling it up and over Tyr’s shoulder and securing it there with warm encircling fingers, leaving Harper vulnerable and open. He moaned desperately into the safe warmth of Tyr's mouth, then turned his own to biting and kissing the Nietzschean's face and neck. Electric shock jolted through him as one of Tyr's fingers pressed through his anal ring without warning, sliding slowly up his back passage.
“More!”
He demanded and the other man complied without argument, pushing a second finger inside, thrusting them in and out, causing the flutter of loosened muscles and a half-forgotten burn. Tyr twisted his hand and Harper shuddered, crying out, and then there was the blunt demand of Tyr’s cock at the entry to his body. Harper screwed his eyes shut and gulped air. This was what it came to, what he wanted. To own. To be owned. To be a part of.
“Harper. Look at me, boy.”
Harper opened his eyes and smiled at the sight. Tyr was flushed, sweaty and altogether hot, but it was the unexpected tenderness in his eyes that made him overwhelming. Harper’s smile expanded into a grin as he curled his free leg further around Tyr's waist and pulled him down. Tyr leaned over Harper, watching the face below as he breached the tight ring of muscles, then slowly sank his cock into the body underneath him.
Harper panted, open-mouthed, at the burn. He was ready, but it had still been a long time since he’d been taken by another man and it hurt, no matter how much he wanted it. About halfway in he had to tighten his grip on Tyr’s waist when the Nietzschean attempted to withdraw at his involuntary whimper. He pulled Tyr on, until he could feel the curl of hair against his balls. For a single still moment there was nothing else in his universe but the triumphant pleasure on Tyr’s face and the sensation of his body tight around Tyr's hard cock.
He glanced down between his outspread legs to see the black of Tyr's pubic hair mingled with the blonde of his, the root of Tyr's penis stretching his ass amidst a tangle of ivory and chocolate limbs. He’d never seen anything so fucking hot before in his life. His anal passage was loosening in short sharp pleasurable little spasms and when he looked up he could see Tyr battling to remain motionless. The thought he could break that iron discipline was irresistible. He arched up under Tyr, bucking against him.
“Harper?”
His name was a gasped question.
“Yes, now Tyr, now…”
Tyr's right hand tightened on his hip, pushing it down, the other pulling his ankle further up and out so he was split wide open. Harper moaned at Tyr's slow withdrawal and even slower second penetration, and protested,
“Tyr, fuck me now! Hard, fast, just fuck me.”
Tyr cried out and any control he had crumpled. He thrust into Harper just like he’d asked him, hard and fast. Again and again, until he was slamming into Harper so hard his whole body shook with the force of the thrusts. Harper wrapped his arms and legs around Tyr, lunging against him in counterpoint, absorbing him, taking him deeper and faster inside. The spiral finally peaked and then he was coming hard; a rush of jism and relief that left him stunned and sobbing. Tyr was emitting frantic little groans as he rammed his way to orgasm, his heavy body fucking Harper hard into the mattress now. Harper had a few seconds to love it, the abandon, the control, then Tyr clenched and thrust and came.
There was a flood of heat inside him and Harper was amazed again by the thought that this was really happening, this was Tyr, holding him and taking him and being held and taken in turn.
Tyr rolled onto his side, managing to stay connected whilst disentangling Harper's limbs enough he wasn’t lying on them. Harper laid his head on the hot skin stretched across the drumming of Tyr's heartbeat and listened as it slowed. He sighed as Tyr slipped out of him in a trickle of warmth, but it didn’t finish the intimacy of the moment, lying there tumbled together, flesh cooling and breath slowing in easy silence.
Tyr ran a hand through Harper's sweaty hair, futilely trying to calm its wildness. Harper could have told him the way it appeared during the day was its tame look, but he figured Tyr would work it out soon enough. Tyr ran a finger down his cheekbone to his jaw and gently tilted his head to meet Tyr’s gaze. He smiled lazily up. Tyr’s voice held concern,
“How are you?”
How was he? What could he say? He was stunned, he was elated, he was blissful. And that was just the sex. On the other thing - he was amazed. He was unbelievably happy. How could he explain all that?
“I’m warm.”
Oh, and where had that come from? Could he get any more cryptic?
“Good.”
But Tyr was smiling, that tender expression in his eyes again. So maybe that was all Harper needed to say.
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