Washington DC 2001
Unknown location
The Consortium had fallen; colonization had begun. Marita, Mulder, Scully, Skinner and the Gunmen had already been secured and were en route to their final destination. All Alex Krycek had to do was step into the cold chamber designed by the rebels, and then he'd wake up on a new world, one where the rebels trained, prepared and staged their strikes from, and he and the others would begin to plan the reclamation of Earth.
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CY 10087 Somewhere in the Milky Way Galaxy
The entire crew complement of the Andromeda Ascendant was on the bridge, watching curiously as Beka piloted the ship toward what appeared to be an antique human spacecraft of the late twentieth or early twenty-first century by the old human calendar.
"There are some anomalies, Dylan," Rommie announced, scanning the ship. "The power source isn't human; it's Reticulan.
Dylan looked startled and the others blank. "I thought they all died out after their failed attempt to colonize Earth?"
"They did. Without a new world and human hosts to gestate their young, when Earth fought back and defeated them, the entire species became extinct. This though, this is a human ship using their technology. We should be careful. It's not impossible that there might be living offspring in their dormant stage. I show minimal life signs, probably indicative of cryogenic suspension."
"In that case, I think we should investigate." Dylan flashed his usual easy-going smile, curious about what they'd find on board the ship. "Beka, you have command. Tyr, Harper, Trance, you're with me."
"This insatiable curiosity of yours is going to be the death of us all," Tyr announced as he followed the captain off the command deck.
"So you keep saying."
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Shortly afterward, the four of them entered the other ship, looking around curiously. Trance was unable to reactivate the life support systems, but the freezing units seemed to be in perfect order. After scanning them, Trance frowned. "One registers as pure human, but the other three show signs of a second lifeform. I remember hearing about this species. It was worse than the Magog."
"Kill them."
For once Dylan agreed with Tyr. "I won't be responsible for reviving this species. Harper, can you remove the unit of the one human so we can transfer him to the Andromeda without harming him?"
Harper checked it and finally indicated that he could, so the others assisted him, Trance keeping an eye on the man's readings. Once the freezer unit was uncoupled from the ship and transferred to the Maru, they did a final check before returning to the Andromeda.
As soon as they were back, Dylan ordered Rommie to fire on the other vessel, destroying it and its potentially deadly passengers. Meanwhile, Harper and Trance had brought the remaining human and his cryo unit down to medical and were working on removing and reviving him, with Tyr along to make sure that he was no danger to them or the ship once awakened.
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"Hey, he's waking up, look at his life signs," Trance informed the waiting males after some time, pointing to the monitors above the bed.
"No kidding," Harper replied sarcastically.
"You're supposed to be nice to me for a whole week, Seamus Zelazny Harper!" Trance informed the engineer with a pout. "Dylan said so; after all, you tried to kill me again!"
"Well, you tried to have me make nice to your new boyfriend, you know, the Nightsider?"
"Silence, both of you! The human may not want to wake up at all if he hears your prattle," Tyr growled, admiring the rather attractive male asleep on the bed - even if he was human.
Alex's eyes flickered open and focused on a bubbly woman with purple skin. Purple??
Springing off the bed in a crouch so that it was between him and the purple thing, what looked like a human and... "What the fuck are you people?"
Tyr instantly had a blaster in hand at the human's unexpectedly rapid movement. "I suggest you sit back down or your second life will be of very brief duration." He eyed the human, somewhat impressed by his reactions. This one was a survivor, a refreshing change after associating with Hunt for so long.
Seeing that the man was still crouched behind the dubious shelter of the bed, he holstered his weapon, knowing that he could draw it again long before a human could be any danger. "You're aboard the star cruiser Andromeda Ascendant, and we are members of its crew. I am Tyr Anasazi, out of Victoria by Barbarossa." He left it to the others to introduce themselves, with no noticeable decrease in the human's wariness.
"Christ, I'm on the good ship Lollipop," Alex replied sarcastically, looking at the costumed freaks. "Or I'm dreaming of a really bad Halloween party. If this is a Reticulan version of REM sleep, I think I'm going to complain to my hosts. Either that or those blintzes I had before I got freeze dried had one helluva kick to them."
Tyr snorted. While he didn't understand the human's allusion, he got the gist of it. "This is no dream, human, though Dylan's idea of a mission is. You've been in cryogenic suspension for approximately thirty-one and a half centuries, and things are a bit different now."
"I'll say!" Harper jumped in. "I wouldn't suggest visiting Earth, not if you have any fond memories of it." He frowned slightly. "Maybe sometime you could tell me what it used to be like. I just can't imagine it."
Alex's eyes narrowed and focused on the human, ignoring the rather annoying, spiked heavy metal rocker wannabe for the moment. "We lost, didn't we?" he asked softly. "Fuck, here I was hoping Mulder and the others... Mulder, fuck! There was a second ship; it should have had my," Alex choked, trying to get the word out, "my friends on it. I gotta find them."
Coming out of the crouch and not really paying attention to anything but the door he spotted, Alex headed towards what looked like the only escape route out of this floating funny farm. He had to find Marita and the goody gang; they had to reclaim Earth or else the past seven years of his life, longer if he cared to think about it, would be worth nothing.
"Mulder? Fox Mulder, you mean?" Tyr asked, stopping the human in his tracks. "For a human, he was actually quite admirable. I believe some of his genes were used in the initial creation of the first Nietzscheans.
"He and his companions were instrumental in defeating the Riticulans, less than a generation after they began actively colonizing your world more than 3000 years ago.
"Harper was referring to the collapse of the Commonwealth 300 years ago. Earth was one of a million member worlds in six galaxies. When it fell apart, Earth did not do well... No world occupied even briefly by Magog does."
Turning back to face the group behind him, Alex gaped at the rather large man. "Nietzscheans? As in Friedrich. Riiiiight," the Consortium assassin drawled in disbelief. "Three thousand years, a Commonwealth falling three hundred years ago, and what the fuck are Magog?"
Even as Alex said that the door slid open behind him to reveal Rev Bem with Rommie. "Jesus Christ!" Jumping back, Alex backed away, straight into Tyr, whirled, pushed the big guy down and liberated the pulse rifle, turned off the safety and pointed it at the thing that walked in.
Rev Bem stopped and raised his hands, something that probably didn't do much to quiet the human's fears considering his claws. "Be at peace, friend. I mean you no harm."
"No, Rev Bem's a Wayist," Trance added.
"Something that would mean nothing to our guest," Rommie pointed out.
"That's a Magog," Tyr added. "Though not a typical one." Moving with Nietzschean quickness, he slammed a hand down on the barrel of the weapon so it pointed at the floor, then wrenched it out of the human's hands. An arm with fully flared spikes came to rest against the human's throat.
"You've yet to tell us your name or why you were on a ship with three humans infected with Riticulans."
"Jesus fucking hell!" Alex snarled, feeling the flesh-covered bone rub against his sensitive throat. "Okay, why the fuck did you even rescue me if you're just gonna stick me full of holes. You people are even more fucked that Mulder is... was. Christ."
Over 3100 years of cryo on top of an adrenaline rush combined with the shock of knowing everything and everyone he even remotely cared about as well as the only world he'd ever known had been dust for longer than nearly the sum total history up to the point he last remembered, finally caught up with the confused and exhausted human. "Awwh shit," he moaned as he felt the world turn grey. "This is so fucking embarrassing, me faint..."
Tyr caught the human before he could impale himself on his spikes. "Impressive," he murmured. "Barely out of freeze, in who knows what condition, and he still managed a better attack than any of you could. It will be interesting to see what he's capable of in peak condition." He laid the still nameless human back on the bed and stepped out of the way to allow Trance room to fuss over him. After what had happened, he was not leaving any of the others alone with this particular human. He'd have them for dinner.
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Alex glared at the overlarge Nietzschean from where he lay on the med bed. Wouldn't that walking redwood ever leave, dammit?! He was tired, he was pissed, and he had a babysitter. He hated babysitters. He'd have been better off back in cryo.
These morons had just better watch out when he was finally back in his usual peak condition. He'd be outta here so damn fast.
The door to the med center slid open once more to reveal Andromeda and Dylan, who took one look at the scene before him and laughed. "Why do I get the feeling you've finally met your match, Tyr?" he smirked as he walked over to the fuming human.
"I'm Dylan Hunt, captain of the Andromeda Ascendant, the ship you're on. This is Rommie, Andromeda's Artificial Intelligence in her avatar body."
"Alex Krycek," the younger man admitted, shaking Dylan's proffered hand. "Mind telling me what the hell is going on in a language I can understand, preferably away from him," the assassin growled, jabbing a thumb in Tyr's direction.
Tyr growled.
Rommie smirked.
Dylan grinned. "Let's just say that it's a whole new world, Mr. Krycek. You're even farther out of time than I am. Suffice to say for now that humans are only one of many species in the universe. Of those of us on the Andromeda, you have one human from 300 years ago - that would be me - an Earth human, a space bred human, a Nietzschean, a Magog, and no one's ever figured out what Trance is.
"Admittedly, we're not your usual crew, but all-human groups are pretty rare too."
Tyr growled again. "And inferior. Which is why I will continue to keep an eye on you until we know that you are no danger to anyone on this ship... or you're dead."
"In your dreams, braid-boy," Alex snarled.
"Are you sure I can't just kill him?"
Dylan laughed and glanced over at Rommie. "Give Mr. Krycek Rhade's old quarters, will you, Rommie. It seems fitting."
Tyr glared at the captain and Krycek equally. "Since you two are such good friends, you obviously don't need me here." He turned to leave, first making sure that Andromeda was staying. He was certain that the android could handle anything the human might try.
"Good riddance. If they had to use Mulder's genes to help advance these Nietzscheans, the least they could have done was breed out his annoying personality traits," Alex responded sweetly, grinning ferally as the fire control officer made for the door.
Nietzschean hearing allowed Tyr to catch that last comment, but aside from a growl, he ignored it. He had to get out of there before he really did kill the human. He saw no advantage to keeping him alive, but Hunt seemed to think he might be useful. Having agreed to follow the captain's commands was very annoying at times.
He headed for the hydroponics bay, planning to work off some of his annoyance in shooting hoops, as Dylan called it.
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Alex stretched and limbered muscles, feeling them loosen and tighten on command. He'd been on the Andromeda nearly a month, and he was getting stir crazy, even if it was a huge ship by any standards he'd seen. Hydroponics was the only place even remotely like the 'real' world, and even that was a poor facsimile.
It was roughly three o'clock in the morning, ship's time, and everyone was asleep but Rommie. He'd actually come to be good friends with the artificial intelligence, but then again she was easy to understand, no ulterior motives, no hidden agendas, and no deep dark secrets. She was a refreshing breath of fresh air for a man who'd spent most of his adult life embroiled in conspiracies within conspiracies and constant subterfuges and lies.
"Hey, Rom, I'm going for a run down to hydroponics and then working out; clear the corridors for me so I don't slam into another android?"
"Of course, Alexander, enjoy your work out."
"Thanks, sexy," the assassin grinned as he put on a pair of loose sweatpants and a faded shirt that had the sleeves ripped out and was well above his midriff before heading out down the corridors at an ever-increasing pace.
Rommie might have cleared the corridors along Alex's preferred route of androids, but no one had thought to warn Tyr. The first either man knew of the other's presence was when Alex came around a corner and slammed head on into the Nietzschean's chest.
In amazingly similar reactions, both men sprang back and crouched in defensive stances before realizing what had happened. Tyr snorted. "Do you always attempt to run over people?"
"Do you always try to get yourself turned into roadkill?" Alex replied disgustedly, more than a little put out that his rhythm had been interrupted. Swearing softly in Russian, the assassin stalked around the Nietzschean, determined to ignore the pain in his ass as best he could.
Dismissing the rather large Nietzschean as a minor irritation, nothing more, Alex took a few brief moments to stretch again. "Any more collisions planned for me tonight, gorgeous?" the human flirted with the artificial intelligence.
"None that I know of, Alexander. Will you be requiring me for a sparring partner again? I rather enjoy our work outs."
"Sounds like a plan, babe, it's not just anyone who can make me break out in a sweat. Meetcha in hydroponics in three, okay?"
Hearing that, Tyr decided to go to hydroponics and watch the work out, curious about this human. He seemed almost Nietzschean at times. He went in and found a comfortable place to settle down that offered him a good view. Soon he would know more about this human's capabilities.
Alex grunted as he impacted on the training mat then sprang to his feet, cat-like and grinning, his eyes full of deviltry. "Not bad, not bad at all, beautiful. Tell you what, if I can throw you, you have to... ooooh, educate me on the Commonwealth and its allies and enemies. I mean a full education, nothing missed, nothing skipped - strengths, weaknesses, fighting styles, weapons, political structures, customs - everything."
"And if I prevent you from throwing me?" Rommie asked with a quirked eyebrow and a grin. She liked this human, she really did. He was charming, charismatic, flirtatious, and dangerous. He was what her programming and Beka called a 'very bad man'. Beka had said that while licking her lips, and Rommie had many references of good women falling for bad men, so she had a feeling that it was actually a common thing.
"What do you want?" Alex asked with a smirk. "If I can do it, I will."
"I want you to teach me why you're a 'bad man'," Rommie replied quickly then clamped her hand over her mouth.
Alex's eyebrow rose, and a truly wicked smile spread across his features. "Sweetheart, with a request like that I may just throw this match and start the lessons!"
Tyr's eyebrows rose, and he thought about it for a while. He decided that having the ship's AI infatuated with someone who might turn out to be a danger to them was to be avoided. The other AI had been bad enough; Alex Krycek seemed to be equally ruthless. Still, he would do nothing until after the match. He wanted to learn more about the human's capabilities.
Alex and Rommie circled each other, trying to gauge the other's weaknesses. Up to now their matches had been for fun and recreation; this had a somewhat higher set of stakes. It still somewhat baffled the Russian that he was fighting with a warship. The whole concept was unusual to say the least, and the less he thought about it the better.
Rommie lunged and Alex quickly ducked, turning his full attention back to the match. Time and again they tried to upset each other, dancing an intricate and dangerous dance. Tae kwan do had always been his favorite of the martial arts, simply because it was versatile enough to use the other martial arts' moves in the form. That in mind, Alex decided he was tired of being a nice guy. He was never nice.
With a quick thrust and a counter move as well as a somewhat underhanded technique he'd picked up in a Russian back alley, it was over and Rommie was flat on her back, staring up at Alex in something akin to dismay. "You... I... how did you do that?"
"Sometimes, lyubvonitsa, parameters and variables mean nothing against the need to survive. It's a lesson I think has been lost over the time I've been asleep."
"Not to everyone," Tyr said as he stood up and moved toward them. "Why don't you try that on me?" The big Nietzschean smiled slightly as he stripped off his mail shirt and boots. Clad only in the tight leather pants that fit him like a second skin, he stood on the mat, staring at Alex challengingly. He couldn't help noticing the human's form, which was very attractive.
"And why would I want to do that?" Alex replied seriously. "I don't know your style; I don't know your strengths or weaknesses; I don't even know what a genetically engineered human is capable of. I see nothing that would give me an advantage. Yet."
Grinning he smiled at Rommie. "Perhaps we can discuss an information exchange later, when we are not so observed, yes?"
The AI flushed and ducked her head, nodding in agreement. There was something so... appealing about this human. A fly to honey was the phrase.
"If you're finished playing, I need you on the bridge to run a diagnostic," Rommie's other self, Andromeda Ascendant, interrupted as she appeared.
"Oh, right, okay, I'd better..." Stumbling over her words, Rommie ducked out of hydroponics, leaving Alex alone with Tyr.
"Don't damage anything; Trance may get violent if her plants are crushed," the hologram said by way of departure.
Alex stood for a moment, assessing the taller man, admiring the flow of muscles and a six-pack that would have him salivating at any other time. 3100 years of not getting any was finally beginning to catch up to him, and he felt hungry.
Control, dammit! he chided himself as he cautiously backed away from the other man. This was neither the time nor the place and certainly not a partner that he could control. Alex was a top; he didn't switch often, and when he did, it was someone he trusted - in other words no one left living. This one was what the Nietzscheans called an alpha. A definite power struggle waiting to happen.
Half turning, Alex reached for his towel, intent on getting out of there before he did something totally foolish. "Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. I got what I wanted tonight."
Tyr laughed. "Did you really." It wasn't a question. "Nietzschean senses are far enhanced beyond the human norm. I can smell your interest, your arousal." He moved closer, crowding Alex against the wall, and his nostrils flared as he scented the other man. "For a human, you are very attractive." His arms braced against the wall on either side of Alex, and he leaned so close that the exhalations of his breath puffed against Alex's face.
"For a human," Alex growled softly, unimpressed by the show of dominance Tyr was displaying. "Hate to break it to you, Alpha type, but I don't bend over for anyone, least of all some arrogant asshole who thinks he's better than me just because he's been genetically altered. Doesn't do a thing for me. I'm a purist; I prefer human lovers, so thanks but no thanks."
Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor in this case, Alex dropped and rolled fast, coming up on the other side of Tyr's outspread arms, his leg sweeping behind him to topple the Nietzschean as he went. "I'm sorry, the person you've attempted to seduce is not available for humiliation. Please don't try your luck again," he sneered as he got to his feet and grabbed his shirt. "Later, freak."
Tyr grabbed Alex again, moving fast enough that the human began to understand just what a Nietzschean might be capable of. Holding Alex easily with one hand on each upper arm, the dark mercenary pulled the man closer and lowered his head, seizing a bruising kiss, moving fast enough that Alex didn't even have time to think about biting him before he was overwhelmed by the Nietzschean's superior strength.
Softening momentarily, soaking up the feel of hard body against hard body and crushing strength, Alex nearly gave in. Fuck, he wanted this, wanted the arrogant prick who thought he'd just roll over and take it. But he hadn't spent all those years surviving just to become a total bottom slut now.
Hooking his legs around Tyr's, Alex pulled back even as he pushed with his hands, sending them both sprawling to the practice mats. The movement caused Tyr's teeth to clamp down hard enough on his lower lip to draw blood, and when Alex looked down at the Nietzschean, he licked his lip slowly, savoring the coppery taste. "I'm beginning to be impressed, Nietzschean. But I'm not a bottom."
Tyr laughed, the sound a deep, rumbling purr. "Everyone is sometimes, human. Even Nietzscheans. But not today." He moved again, and they ended up with Alex flat on his back under Tyr's weight, the Nietzschean's tongue exploring his mouth.
"I... if you think this means we're gonna be friends now, you'd better think again," Alex panted, thrusting his hard and aching cock up against the bigger man. "I've got a 3100 year old itch, and you've got the equipment to scratch it; it doesn't mean we're going steady."
The big Nietzschean didn't even bother to answer that. Instead, he covered the other man's mouth in another kiss, silencing him in the most satisfactory way. He reached between them, tugging at the sweatpants Alex wore and his own leather, eager to feel naked flesh against naked flesh. Krycek was extremely attractive, and Tyr was determined to have him. Refusing to move and give the human a chance for second thoughts, he would take him right here... and now.
Growling softly, Alex broke off the kiss to bite down hard on the Nietzschean's throat. If they were gonna do this, he was gonna make damn sure that the other man didn't forget anytime soon that he could be just as dangerous as Tyr when he wanted to be - maybe even more. For all his Nietzschean attitude Tyr seemed to need to belong to a family - this family. Alex preferred being a loner. Family gave you vulnerability, and he refused to be that under any circumstances. "Is that the best you've got?" he challenged, thrusting up against the harder body above him, trying to get this show on the road and get his thoughts back on the present and not the past.
Tyr bit him in turn, marking the human as his in a way that any other Nietzschean would recognize. No other of his kind would touch Alex with Tyr's mark and scent on him; to do so would be a direct challenge to Tyr. Even though there were no other Nietzscheans on the Andromeda, Tyr could not have stopped himself marking Alex even had he wanted to.
He stared into the green eyes as he stripped the leather sheaths off his forearms, letting Alex see his naked arms for the first time. Seeing the human's eyes widen, he smiled.
"Did you think them part of the bracers?" he asked with amusement. "This is simply the most visible difference between humans and Nietzscheans." He flared the spikes on his arms, running them lightly over Alex's body.
"Fuuuuck," Alex breathed, his eyes closing and his body shivering with pent up lust and increased arousal. If there was one thing he liked, it was that heady spike of danger - even in sex. This man, this Nietzschean was gonna be the most dangerous fuck he'd had yet. Maybe this new time would be good for him after all. He might find some interesting playmates.
A thought struck him in the middle of what had to be one of the most erotic sexual encounters of his life to date, and he couldn't help but to let out a low, raspy chuckle, earning a dissatisfied frown from the man covering him. "Just found it amusing that I'm living Mulder's fantasy right now - I'm getting fucked over by an alien."
Even Tyr had to laugh. "Not quite yet, but we're getting there." He moved a bit lower so he could bite at and tug the rigid, brownish-pink nipples that beckoned him. Meanwhile his hands were busy tugging at clothing on both of them, and soon two naked bodies pressed together on the mat, one dark and the other pale. The contrast pleased his sense of aesthetics, but just then he was more concerned with getting inside the human.
"Three millennia," he rumbled. "You should be delightfully tight." The large, dripping head of his erection rubbed teasingly at the tiny ring of muscle.
"Will you shut the fuck up and just fuck me?" Alex growled, his whole body begging for it so badly that he took matters into his own hands, so to speak, and wrapped his legs around the larger man's waist, spitting himself on the more than impressive cock.
"Fuuuuck meeee," the smaller man whined in his native Russian as he felt like he was being split in two, his legs trembling with the effort to stay still, his teeth gnawing on his lip in order to prevent the wail that threatened to burst forth. "God damn redwood," he moaned, his eyes closing and his dark head tossing from side to side.
Tyr remained absolutely motionless, watching Alex, until he saw the human slowly relax and his hips rise slightly. The restless movement told him that the pain had passed or at least was overwhelmed by the pleasure and desire for more. "You don't like me inside you?" he asked almost seriously. "Then I should stop..." He started to pull back, slowly, biting back a groan of pleasure as he felt Alex's body cling to him, refusing to release him.
"You do and I will kill you," Alex snarled, his eyes snapping green fire and his teeth baring even as his body clamped down on the invading cock, trapping it within him.
The Nietzschean laughed and drove back into the man beneath him, burying his cock deep inside him. "Perhaps I should just fuck you then." His hips pulled back and slammed forward again, taking Alex almost brutally, though he was still far gentler and more careful than he would have been with one of his own kind. He pounded into Krycek's prostate, making the attractive human writhe and whine, but under these circumstances, Tyr thought no less of him for it.
"Very beautiful," he growled, fucking Alex hard and fast. He dragged the other man's mouth up to his, ravaging it as he did his body.
"Yes, fuck me, god yes, fuck me harder, give it to me, split me apart," Alex growled, thrusting his hips back and forth, trying to drive the massive cock harder and harder into him. "C'mon, is that the best you can do, make me scream for it!"
Tyr smiled slowly. The next thing Alex knew, he'd been flipped onto his belly without Tyr ever coming out of him, and his ass was raised so that he was kneeling, with his head and shoulders pressed flat to the mat. Now the big Nietzschean held his hips firmly and pulled him back to meet every thrust, making it harder and deeper. Tyr drove into him ferociously, only holding back enough not to break fragile human bones accidentally.
Alex's hands clenched into fists and beat at the mat as he fought back the screams threatening to burst. Fuck, this was better than he could have ever imagined, his body, his brain, his very soul was on fire with lust. Every inward thrust scraped across his prostate, every withdrawal pulled the flared tip back across the sensitive bundle of nerves. He was in heaven, hell or somewhere in between, and he absolutely loved it. "Yes, fuck, ride me, god, perfect, gonna, Jesus, more, I can't... YES!!!" Bellowing, the Russian felt his body tense and then clamp down hard on the marauding cock as his body spasmed and shook, his orgasm seemingly going on forever and leaving him spent and shivering and as weak as a newborn kitten.
But Tyr wasn't finished yet. In fact, he'd only just begun. Now that he had the human too weak to fight, though, at least for the moment, he thought it was time to move this somewhere more private. He pulled his still hard cock out of the limp man who'd just come without a single touch on his own erection and stood up.
He gathered their clothes and dropped them on top of Alex, who instinctively caught them, then picked up his human lover and carried him out of the room. He seemed indifferent to their nudity or his own erection, which was more than obvious, simply nodding calmly to the gaping captain and first officer when he passed them, ignoring Alex's sputtering.
Once inside his quarters, he threw Alex down on his back on the bed and seemingly instantly was buried in his ass again. He drew Alex's legs over his shoulders and settled in for a long, hard fuck.
Silently promising retribution for the humiliation of being carted around like a piece of chattel that the Nietzschean owned, Alex put aside the plans for revenge until he actually had a brain cell or two firing together at the same time.
Moaning, the human tossed his head back and forth, his hands creeping up to tweak his nipples before one slid down to stroke his soft cock and play with his balls. Already his cock had begun to fill once more, the three millennia in suspension making him more than willing for a long, hard fuck.
Tyr growled his satisfaction and watched with hot eyes when Alex began to play with himself. This human was almost worthy of a Nietzschean, something he'd never thought he would believe of any human. He lowered his head to scrape his teeth over the still rigid nipples on the nearly hairless chest, then suckled on them hungrily, each one in turn.
One hand held one of Alex's legs and the other was braced against the bed to support him. He twisted that arm so that his spikes were just brushing the other man's side, teasing him with a hint of danger.
Alex's eyes drifted open, glazed and black with want. His lips were bee stung, moist from their kisses and his biting them, leaving them puffy and lush looking. His body arched and writhed, trying to impale himself more, even as he worked his cock, pinching the tip and rotating the ring in his foreskin.
Bringing the moisture from his cock up to his lips, Alex sucked the finger into his mouth, fellating it even as he watched the Nietzschean work and sweat over him and in him. "Mmmm, not bad at all, for a Nietzschean that is," he purred playfully.
Tyr was enjoying himself too much to be annoyed, especially when Alex's body was very clearly telling him how much he liked it as well. He released his grip on the human's leg and lowered the hand, running it just above his body, so close that the static electricity between them rippled over Alex's skin. When he reached the center of the human's body, he flicked the small ring a few times, teasing him.
Suddenly he stopped moving, his cock in Alex to the balls, and rolled them over so he was on his back with Alex above him. "Well, if you think a human can do better..." he trailed off suggestively, his now free hands curving under the lush cheeks and raising Alex slightly on him, fingertips just brushing the stretched opening.
Leaning backwards, biting down hard on his lip as the erotic sensation of fingers and flesh washed over him, Alex braced his arms against Tyr's knees and began to raise and lower himself on the thick spike of the other man's cock. His thighs quivered with exertion, but there was no way in hell he was gonna back down. On each downward stroke Alex practically slammed himself down while each upward retreat was slow, drawn out and every one of his anal muscles was clenching hard, milking the shaft within him.
"Christ," Alex breathed, his eyes lowering to cover all but a thin seam of green with thick, mink-like lashes. "Guess there's something to be said for doing a Nietzschean first," he groaned, rocking back and forth slightly. "Talk about taking the edge off." Tyr's eyes narrowed, but he let it go. He'd teach Alex later that he'd been claimed. As good as this human was, he had no intention of sharing him. He raised his knees, supporting Alex and allowing him to arch back more, something both of them enjoyed. His hand now covered Alex's cock, pumping and twisting, milking the pleasure out of him while the other toyed with Alex's nipples.
"Oh yeah, that's nice, just like that... all I need is Captain Magnificent's mouth wrapped around it to make it just perfect," Alex teased quietly, enjoying being able to push buttons. He really wasn't interested in the golden boy, fearless leader type and had no doubt that Hunt was straight, but Tyr seemed to have this need to best the captain as often as he could, so it was bound to get Alex a good reaction.
If Alex had his choice, he'd probably go for Harper - in fact he might just do that. Something about the tightly compact body... but those thoughts were for another time, when he wasn't being fucked into oblivion by a deliciously lethal cock up his ass and a growling alien. "I think I'm really gonna like this new world," the human purred happily.
The Nietzschean bit back a growl at gibe about Hunt; he refused to give the annoying human the satisfaction. Instead, he took his hand away from Alex's cock, ignoring the sound of protest. His other hand gripped Alex's hips hard enough to hold him motionless, and he very carefully shifted his arm until the very tip of one of his spikes teased at and slipped inside the tiny slit on the head of Alex's cock.
Alex made a sound that was all Tyr had hoped for, and only his grip prevented the human from moving convulsively and injuring himself by driving the spike deeper.
Alex's eyes rolled back in his head, and his body convulsed around the cock imbedded in his ass and the spike teasing his cock. "Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh God!!!!!!!" Alex screamed and felt the world go grey and begin to lose focus. He'd never felt anything this intense in his life!
This time when Alex's body clenched around him, Tyr allowed himself to be swept along, his climax exploding out of him and his seed filling the tight ass. Finally, he pulled his arm away from Alex's cock, removing the potentially deadly spikes, and he drove his hips up hard one final time as he wrenched Alex down. He snarled his satisfaction as he came and Alex lay over him, one arm wrapped possessively around his human.
Long moments passed until Alex's long lashes fluttered open to find himself plastered against the large Nietzschean. "God damn, you made me... pass out. I can't believe I did that," the human moaned in mortification.
Pressing against Tyr, Alex tried to get up to gather his clothes and head back to his quarters. "You can let me go now, Anasazi," the human growled quietly, "Right now."
"You don't actually think we're done yet, do you? That was just a warm up."
"Well, good for you, but I'm done for the night. I want a hot shower and my bed - alone. I don't do cuddling, I don't do touchy feely, and I sure as hell don't do relationships," Alex replied, pushing harder at the Nietzschean's chest.
Ignoring Alex's struggles and protests, Tyr rolled them over, flipping Alex onto his belly at the same time. He paused a moment to listen to the furious man, admiring his wide-ranging invective in several languages, but that wasn't enough to distract him for long.
He held Alex pinned to the bed with one arm while he easily parted the human's legs and settled between them. Not bothering with any teasing, he went straight for what he wanted. Instantly his tongue was inside Alex's ass, lapping at his own come, then running around the outer rim of the loosened muscle. He felt Alex quiver.
"Bozhe moi!" Alex groaned, his hands fisting into the covers of the sheets even as he fought to clench his muscles and control his wildly quivering body. He wanted so much to thrust up into the invading tongue, but dammit, he was not a doll to be tossed around at will.
"Bastard," he growled softly. "I won't forget this, believe me," even as his body betrayed him once more and softened and relaxed under the gentle torture.
"Good," Tyr rumbled, just barely lifting his lips so the vibrations of his speech ran through Alex's sensitized body. "Next time you're staring at Harper, wondering how it will feel inside him, you will remember this, and you will want it again."
Tyr knew perfectly well that by challenging Alex like this, he was making it more difficult for himself next time, but he was having more fun than he'd had since he first set foot on the Andromeda. "Better than Wagner," he murmured as he turned his attention back to Alex's ass.
"Wagner?" Alex snorted. "Wagner sucks, Stravinsky was a composer!" the human growled as he finally gave in and bucked back against the invading tongue, needing more than just the tickling tease he was getting. "If you're going to rim me, at least do it right. Damn Nietzscheans, think they know everything about sex," the assassin snarled softly.
"I would have expected you to prefer Tchaikovsky. Interesting." Tyr lapped roughly at the quivering muscle, making it clench and release spasmodically. "And I hardly think you're an expert on Nietzschean sex or anything else, seeing as you've never even met another of my race. Absurd human." His tone was almost fond, something that startled him when he realized it.
Not wanting to deal with that oddity, Tyr began fucking Alex in earnest with his tongue. His own erection was pressing against the human's leg, but he was enjoying their mingled flavors too much to want to move just yet.
"Woman's music," Alex snorted before Tyr began tongue fucking him harder, making him moan and buck so much that he couldn't answer that he'd spent the past month soaking up any and all information Rommie could give him about his new home, the history of the past 3100 years, the new races and now dead ones - any and everything that could give him an advantage. Even if he had been able to speak, Alex would never have mentioned that he'd found much to admire about the Nietzschean race in general and Pride Kodiak in particular. Their survival skills were most impressive and very much like his own, their philosophies something he could understand in a twisted way.
The only difference he could spot, other than genetic enhancements, was the fact that Nietzscheans were family and pride oriented and much too honorable for their own good, whereas he was amoral, a loner, and willing to do almost anything to survive.
But his brain would allow him to process none of this at the moment as his spent and exhausted body was pleasured, twisted and wrung dry by a truly formidable lover.
Tyr dragged two more climaxes out of the gasping human and several from himself before he slumped over the limp puddle of flesh in his bed, finally sated. Raising his head to tell the stubborn man to stay still and sleep, he smiled slightly when he discovered it was unnecessary. He'd finally managed to find a way to silence Alex Krycek - fuck him into exhaustion and he would sleep.
Knowing that it would be another battle when they woke,
Tyr lay half atop the other man before he fell asleep. This way Alex would
have to wake him to get away, which could lead to a pleasant morning.