Harper's eyes went wide, and he snuck a sidelong glance first at Alex then at Tyr, who was watching the whole exchange with storm cloud eyes. He'd heard from Beka about Alex being carried naked through the corridors by an equally naked Nietzschean, but... he really wanted to hear about old Earth, before Magogs and technology and starships. Besides, why should he care about pissing Tyr off? He liked to piss Tyr off.
"Sure, I was just tinkering around 'cause I had nothing to do. I don't have watch for another eight hours or so."
"Plenty of time to get started then," Alex purred before turning and heading back out. "You know where I live; come in and make yourself comfortable."
Tyr observed the exchange with narrowed eyes but chose to do nothing... for the moment. He'd let Alex find out just how unsatisfying sex with a human was after experiencing a Nietzschean. He knew Alex would never admit it, but he would feel it. A wicked smile curved his lips, making Trance back away from him, her eyes widening.
Dylan watched him a little warily. "Uh, Tyr, Alex is a member of the crew now. I'd hate to find pieces of him or Harper scattered around the ship."
Tyr smiled almost ferally and left without saying another word, much to the others' dismay. He would wait until Harper left Alex's quarters, and then... Then they would see.
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Alex grinned and relaxed back into his couch. They'd talked. Well, he had talked, and Harper had listened, and then Harper had told him about his life on Earth, the Magog invasions - everything. He found that he could relate to the younger man more than he thought possible, and he'd found himself telling Harper about his Oilean possession, being trapped in a silo and having that thing keep him alive, and some of the darker things of his past.
And Harper hadn't minded, had understood that Alex did what he did in order to survive. In the end Alex couldn't make a move on the kid; he just liked him too damn much to use him. And Harper knew it.
"Here," Harper cocked his neck to one side, giving Alex full access. "Go ahead and give me a massive hickey; you know it'll drive Anasazi nuts, and if I smell like you, he'll go even loopier."
"Damn, I like you, kid!" Alex laughed even as he moved in closer to do just as Harper suggested, leaving the younger man with a massive love bruise.
Harper surprised him though, by crawling into his lap and kissing him soundly, even as he writhed against the older human. "For the record, I swing both ways, and you are damn cute. If you ever wanna just play, I'm game. But thanks for not using me just to get to Tyr. It means a lot."
Alex brought a hand up to caress Harper's face. "Like I said, I like you. What's more, I trust you. You're a good man, Seamus Harper. A survivor. And you've got balls, don't let anyone ever suggest otherwise."
"Thanks, Alex," the engineer replied. "Can we do this again?"
"As often as you like, kid."
Harper grinned. "Sounds good to me, 'night!" With that the younger man was out the door and whistling a jaunty tune, leaving an oddly pensive assassin behind him.
Tyr frowned from his position near Alex's quarters as he watched Harper leave. He could see the mark on the engineer's neck, and he did smell of Alex, but there was no scent of sex. Baffled and wanting to know what was going on, he entered Alex's quarters unannounced, immediately focusing on the other man.
"What are you doing?"
"You know, you're supposed to knock on doors before you enter, or didn't your mama teach you manners?" Alex replied, not looking up from the glass of vodka he was contemplating.
"My mother taught me to take what I wanted. I believe in your time you would have said, 'Might makes right.'" Tyr watched the human closely, uncertain of him in this mood.
"My mother held me and sang me lullabies in Russian - tragic ones about death and losing the ones you love. The best Russian songs are always about those things. I probably wouldn't even recognize where she was buried now or where I lived and loved and played. My cabin in the mountains has long turned to fodder, and the only mementos I had were destroyed when you blew up that ship, assuming that all you needed to remove from it was me. My life, my past, is gone, and all I have are memories that even now have begun to fade," Alex replied, taking a huge mouthful of the vodka then pouring himself another glass.
"Even if I could take what I wanted, what I want no longer exists, so where does this leave me?"
"Here," Tyr replied fatalistically. "On a ship full of people equally lost. Two humans out of time, a Nietzschean without a pride, a Magog trying to be the opposite of his own nature, a purple female of a species unknown in the galaxies... Beka and Harper are the least lost of us all.
"But you are alive. Make of your life what you want. You don't seem a victim to me."
"Fuck you," Alex replied with a snarl, downing the glass of vodka and reaching for the bottle again. "I feel like feeling sorry for myself, okay? Did I ask you to come in? No. You get what you ask for when you barge into my life and try and lay claim to it. You know where the door is. I suggest you use it."
"I don't think so." Tyr paced closer, his fluid stride almost feline. "There are better distractions than alcohol, Alex. It occurs to me that there were a few things we didn't try the other night."
"Ever hear of the phrase 'go fuck yourself'? I suggest you try it," the human replied belligerently even as he eschewed the glass to take a swig right out of the bottle before getting unsteadily to his feet. "I'm Russian; I like vodka!"
"Having you fuck me would have been more interesting, but if you're not interested..." Tyr shrugged and turned to leave.
Alex had the Nietzschean slammed into the wall and the leather pants undone at a speed greater than any inebriated man should have been able to move at. Growling quietly, steadily, Alex bit hard on the nape of Tyr's neck, thrusting his aching cock against the other man's thigh. "You're not supposed to tease a wild animal, or so they say," he snarled softly.
Tyr laughed. "Why not? It's getting me exactly what I wanted." He arched his back, pressing his ass back against the rigid length and rubbed. "I want this inside me. Think you can handle that, human?" he taunted, wanting Alex wild.
Alex responded by ripping open his pants, smearing the precum of his cock and some spit on his erection and slamming into the Nietzschean without any preparation, moaning as the tight, clinging channel sucked him in and caressed his aching flesh. "That answer your question?" he purred, waiting for Tyr to adjust to him.
A faint purr of pleasure rumbled in Tyr's chest. A wicked grin slowly crept out, and he repeated Alex's words from their last encounter. "Is that all you've got?" He thrust his ass back, taking Alex deeper.
"Bastard," Alex snarled before beginning to slam into the other man, taking him hard and fast, not even bothering with Tyr's cock, only concerned about fucking the man and losing himself in the heat of claiming. "Fucking bastard, show you," he whispered.
"Yes, show me." Tyr twisted his head around to bite at whatever he could reach of Alex. He reached down to pump his cock, wanting to come with the human in him. His ass clenched and released around the shaft impaling him, pleasuring Alex as he was taken. "Fuck me harder, human," he growled.
Yanking the Nietzschean back, still embedded inside him, Alex tripped Tyr up, slamming them both to the floor where he could power into the gorgeously dangerous body beneath him.
"Like this, is this what you want? Is it?" Alex growled as he slammed harder and harder into man beneath him, his hands biting into lean hips, pulling Tyr back into his cock.
Tyr threw his head back, the powerful throat arching as he gave himself up to the pleasure coursing through him. "Yes," he snarled. "Give it to me, damn you. Fuck me!" His hand moved hard and fast on his cock, and his ass slammed back into every stroke.
"Yeah, oh yeah," Alex crowed, shafting the Nietzschean with hard lunges of his hips, his thighs slapping against the other man's. "Just like that, there, come for me, you beautiful beast, come for me," the human growled, biting his way down Tyr's spine.
The sensation of Alex's teeth on his back was what pushed Tyr over the edge. He howled his pleasure, bucking up under the other man as his seed spurted over his own hand again and again. His body arched and convulsed, paroxysms of pleasure tearing through him and milking the hard length buried inside him. His fists clenched as he forced his hips to keep moving, fighting to make Alex come as well.
Gasping and bucking, Alex shafted into the other man a few more times before the tight muscles clenching around him made him lose control. "GOD YES!!!" he bellowed, slamming one last time into the Nietzschean, sending hot bursts of semen flooding into the tight, milking channel surrounding him even as he collapsed onto Tyr's back.
Tyr lay on the floor with Alex draped over him, and he was content for the moment. He was pleased that Alex had not taken Harper. Perhaps the human would not be as difficult as he thought. Hearing the heavy breathing, he realized that the exertions on top of the alcohol had made Alex fall asleep.
Once the human slipped out of him, he slid out from under him and picked him up, then carried him to his bed. Unable to resist the attractive man, Tyr slipped in beside him, smiling faintly when Alex gravitated toward him. As he dozed off, he wondered what he would wake up to this time.
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Yawning, Alex tried to roll over and out of bed to take care of his morning erection and his bladder as well, but a huge and very spiked arm lay across his chest, pinning him to the bed. Sighing, the human rolled his eyes. "You really don't give up, do you? What do you want from me, Anasazi?"
A snort expressed Tyr's opinion of the question. "If you haven't figured it out yet, you're a lot dumber than you seem." He raised his head to meet the aggravated green gaze with a smug expression. "Obviously, I want you."
"You've had me. It doesn't explain the need to crawl into my bed and try to smother me while I'm sleeping or the irrational need to make sure I'm marked as your 'territory'," the other man retorted.
"If I tried to smother you, you'd be dead." Tyr was unimpressed by the other man's attitude. "And you can't tell me we didn't both enjoy our encounters, so why refuse to repeat the experience?"
"I never said I didn't want to repeat the experience; I just don't appreciate the ownership tag you keep trying to fasten around my neck. I'm not some pet you can take home with you," Alex groused.
Tyr couldn't help it. He burst into laughter. A little later, when he could speak again, though still chuckling despite Alex's glare, he tried to explain. "No one would ever consider you a pet, Alex Krycek. It's simply instinct. The harder you push, the harder I push back." He shrugged. "You should understand that. You're very Nietzschean in your attitudes."
"Insult a guy when you've got him pinned to the bed, why dontcha?" Alex replied. "And are you going to do something about the log sticking in my back, or are you just gonna lie there with it boring a hole into my spine?"
"I didn't want to be accused of forcing you into anything," Tyr teased, rubbing against Alex's ass. He pressed forward slightly, then paused. "Lube?"
"Oh puh-lease," Alex groaned, rolling his eyes even as he reached into the bedside table for the requested item. "And you call yourself a Nietzschean. Rommie's been telling me all about your species, your evolution, your use of slavery, kludges I believe they're called. So do you practice the sex trade too?"
An angry growl was his reply this time, and the difference was immediately apparent. He also rolled away from Alex, fighting his instinct to retaliate for that insult. At that instant, he could have killed the human without regret. "No," he snapped, turning to gather his clothes.
"Oh great, a drama queen," Alex groaned.
"What, the big, bad Nietzschean can tout genetic superiority over us poor, pathetic humans, can suggest we're inferior, unworthy and whatever else you 'perfect' people say, but god, oh excuse me, Nietzsche forbid anyone ever suggest that you're just as human in your atrocities as we are, or you get all huffy. Sure, fine, whatever! I knew even trying to get along with you was a mistake. Christ, I really am on the Good Ship Lollipop!" Alex snarled, stalking towards the bathroom in order to get a shower and find away off this ship of fools.
Had Alex turned around then and seen the expression in the Nietzschean's eyes, even he would have felt a moment of fear, and he would have understood finally that Nietzscheans really were alien. Watching the human, Tyr Anasazi remembered that he was Nietzschean, superior to these unimproved humans, and for the first time in a long while, he wondered what he was doing on this ship. He didn't have an answer.
"Thank you," he growled as he stepped into his clothes and weapons.
"Fuck you!" Alex snarled as the door slid shut. "Asshole, and just when I was getting to trust him too. Stupid, Alex, really stupid. You should know better. All anyone ever wants to do is fuck you over then use you as a punching bag. Mulder should have taught you that, and they used his fucking genes to help breed that that... FUCK!"
Slamming his fist into the mirror, Alex barely felt the pain of having his hand sliced open or heard the mirror shatter. All he felt was the same black hole that seemed to suck him in every time he even remotely began to feel anything for anyone. "Better off dead, Spender was right. I'm better off dead," he whispered harshly.
"Alex, you're bleeding!" Rommie's voice was strident.
"Get out, privacy mode now!" he snarled, wanting to be alone with his pain.
Still in the outer room pulling his boots on, Tyr heard every word, and what he heard in Alex's voice prevented him from leaving. Suicide was still something completely beyond his comprehension, totally alien to the Nietzschean mindset, but listening to Alex, he knew that if he left that room, he would never see the human again.
Part of him, the part insulted by being compared to slavers and purveyors of sex, didn't care, would even revel in the human's death. But another part of him didn't want to know that he would never see those green eyes hazy with pleasure again. Still angry but slowly remembering that Alex's only knowledge of Nietzscheans came from data films, he took a step toward the bathroom, then another.
Watching the blood drip down his hands in morbid fascination, Alex looked at himself in the shattered remains of the mirror. "Fuck them all, I am outta here," he whispered harshly.
Grabbing a pair of sweat pants that were still on the floor from yesterday's shower, Alex pulled them on with his one uninjured hand, then wrapped his hand in a clean towel. Signaling the door to open, he saw Anasazi still standing there and felt himself go cold. Not saying a word, he calmly walked around the Nietzschean and out the door. "I seem to have cut my hand, Rommie. Would you see if Trance has a moment to come down to medical?" Alex asked the ship's AI quietly. "And then please arrange for Captain Hunt to let me off at the nearest human outpost. I don't belong here, and it's time that I moved on. I didn't sign up for this, and I suddenly find myself not wanting to be here."
At the same moment, Tyr was telling Andromeda to advise her captain that he would be leaving the ship at the next station or world they passed. A short time later in Dylan's office, he stared at the human blandly. "I am not a member of your crew. I am not High Guard. There is no High Guard. There is no Commonwealth. You're on a fool's errand, and I'm not a fool. I'm leaving."
Dylan stared after the departing Nietzschean in bemusement. "Rommie, what the hell happened between him and Alex?"
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Alex watched in fascination as the nanobots knit skin and bone together in rapid succession. "Damn, technology has come along way from the nanite technology I used on Skinner," he murmured quietly.
"Did you and Tyr have a fight?" Trance asked conversationally as she moved around the medical bay, cleaning up Alex's bloody towels and the equipment she'd used on him. She casually opened the medications chest and mixed up a fairly strong sedative, putting it in a hypodermic spray and then mixed one that was strong enough to drop an ox.
"I don't wanna talk about it. And it's not like we were a couple or anything. I don't do couples; they're just too... cute," he spat the word out derisively.
"Trance, do you have that information I need?" Rommie asked as she entered the room, sparing a glance at Alex.
"Part of it, the rest will be ready shortly. Here you go, Rommie."
"Thank you. I'll be expecting the rest of it shortly."
"I'm working on it," Trance winked at the departing android. Being sneaky and underhanded was as much fun as Harper said it could be!
"Tyr's leaving the ship too, you know," Trance continued, distracting Alex with her prattle. "He's going back to being a mercenary.
"Good for him. How much longer am I gonna be?"
"I just have to give you an immunobooster since you haven't had all your immunizations for the new diseases out there. Hold still, this won't hurt a bit," Trance smiled innocently as she depressed the tranquilizer into Alex's bloodstream.
"Well, if that's it, I gotta go tell Hunt I'm..." Alex crumpled as he pushed off the bed and was out cold before he hit the floor.
"Men are so gullible!" the purple girl giggled happily. "Package is ready, Rommie; send in the androids!"
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Tyr woke with a groan, shaking his head to clear it. The last thing he remembered was entering the docking bay to meet Beka on the Maru to be flown down to the planet's surface. He'd seen the blonde woman waiting for him, heard Trance behind him, felt a sting... She'd drugged him!
He sat up with a growl, then noticed that his clothes hadn't accompanied him to wherever he was. But Alex had. And he was equally naked.
Frowning, Tyr folded his arms and sat back to wait for the human to awaken.
Half an hour later Alex's eyes fluttered open to find himself face to face with a pissed off Nietzschean - yet again. "Awh hell, didn't I already live through this scene once before?" he groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Who'd have thought that little purple brat could pull this off? She's practically the Pollyanna of the ship!"
Trying his best to ignore the 6'4" tower of rage, Alex stood and went to the door. Which failed to respond. "Okay, guys, joke's over, let me outta here." The faintest bit of panic began to creep into his voice.
"Hunt, Rommie, this isn't funny. Get me out of here NOW!"
Tyr watched him attentively, seemingly fascinated by the human's actions. "Do you actually believe they're going to let either of us out of here after going to this much trouble to get us here?" He shook his head. "The drug must still be affecting you."
Alex ignored Tyr for the most part and began to pace the room almost frantically. He didn't do well being locked up; he hated it in fact. This room, it was too much like the silo, solid metal everywhere, no escape, an alien. God, he was stuck here with Tyr of all people, wonderful! Just the person he did not want to show any weakness to.
He could feel himself coming apart at the seams, beginning to unravel. Alex didn't even realize he was making tiny whimpers interspersed with almost silent Russian curses. Dropping to the floor, the Russian got into the classic lotus position. He'd taken up meditation after the silo, though very few people knew it. He needed a control mechanism in case he ever got trapped like a rat again.
Like now. Breathing deeply, he tried to slip into the meditative mindset but instead found himself curling into himself almost fetally, trying to conserve the body heat he was losing rapidly as shock and overwhelming terror began to set in.
Tyr could smell Alex's mounting panic, hear his heart begin to race, see the sweat appear on his body as he curled into a ball. The reaction was extreme for the situation, and he couldn't understand it. Alex had displayed no fear until now, not even when he should. Clearly there was more here than met the eye... or enhanced Nietzschean senses.
"What's wrong?" he asked, gently for him. "While their interference is annoying, there is no danger to either of us. Something else is bothering you. What?" Perhaps if he distracted the human sufficiently, he would calm down.
"Trapped... Oilean inside me... came out... locked in a silo with it for weeks. Kept me alive to... taunt me," Alex stuttered, shivering so badly his teeth began to chatter. "Hate being... trapped. Gotta, need to, get out, please?" the human turned huge, haunted eyes on the Nietzschean.
"So-sorry was an ass, w-will never again, j-just..."
The Nietzschean's eyes widened as he understood what Alex was telling him. "You were used as a host by the initial Reticulan form? And you survived with your sanity intact?" He looked impressed. "Astonishing. Nowhere in the histories or descriptions of the race is anything similar described."
He reached out and drew the trembling human to him, warming him with his own body heat. As he'd hoped, Alex responded to him almost involuntarily, the shaking easing somewhat.
"You know they're not going to let us out of here that quickly." Feeling Alex tense again, he lowered his head to kiss the human, distracting him. "But perhaps we can give you better memories of enclosed spaces." As his tongue flicked lightly over Alex's dry lips, he brushed his spikes against the sensitive skin of the human's belly.
"T-Tyr? I don't do pity fucks, okay?" Alex whispered, quietly. "And I really am sorry. I thought I w-was complimenting y-you. Not exactly a n-nice guy. Was why the Oilean p-picked me," he admitted quietly.
He moved closer to the delicious heat source that the Nietzschean provided, a positive inferno to his clammy and cold skin, snagging a blanket as he went. "J-just talk to me, distract me, anything."
"We will have to teach you about Nietzscheans if you are to survive in this time," Tyr replied, letting him know that the issue was closed. "And I am Nietzschean; I don't do pity. But I think I can manage distraction."
He curved an arm around the other man, drawing him closer before rolling them over. Alex ended up flat on his back with a very large, hard, hot Nietzschean blanket. "Perhaps we should both reconsider leaving the Andromeda?" He bit Alex's collarbone. "Later."
"Much later," Alex moaned in agreement, thrusting up against his lover invitingly. "Hard and fast, really hard, Tyr. Don't care if you draw blood, just... just claim me, will ya?" the assassin demanded hotly as he surged upwards to bite hard on the base of Tyr's throat, his teeth scraping along the other man's Adam's apple before latching on hard enough to draw blood just below that point.
Though startled by Alex's request in direct opposition to what he'd said during their previous encounters, Tyr wasted no time in complying. As far as he was concerned, he'd claimed the human the first time they'd lain together. He bit down harder on Alex's throat, marking him again. He smiled almost ferally when he realized that his human now had matching love bites on both sides of his throat.
He slid down Alex's body, his tongue teasing at his lover's opening to loosen and slick him, twisting around to put his own cock in reach of Alex's mouth.
Latching on to the enormous shaft like it was a soother, Alex began to suckle, although his skill was much more impressive. Teasing and taunting the shaft with both teeth and tongue, the Russian set out to drive Tyr beyond the point of reason, to make him take Alex with the force and animal passion he needed.
Alex needed to rut, to lose himself in mindless, overwhelming heat and fire, needed to be so centered on the here and now, on his body and his need that nothing else registered. And once he was out of here, he'd worry about paying his shipmates back - in a major way!
Gasping in pleasure as Alex's skilled mouth played him like a virtuoso, Tyr finally pulled away and turned to face him again. He kissed his human hungrily, each man tasting himself in his lover's mouth, arousing them even more. Hot brown eyes met vivid green, and Tyr watched Alex as he sank into him.
"Yes, god yes," Alex groaned quietly. "Fuck me. Do it, hard, c'mon, Tyr, make me scream, make me beg for it!" the assassin growled, hotly demanding.
Tyr growled a laugh. "And then listen to you explain how you didn't really?" He kissed Alex again to muffle the reply, not wanting tempers to ruin this encounter. As his tongue possessed the human's mouth, his cock pressed inside Alex's ass, taking him utterly. Once fully sheathed in his lover, Tyr stilled, hands holding the other man motionless.
"You said something about begging?"
"Bastard, not now, I need you to move now, Tyr, please, come on, this isn't fair!" Alex demanded, trying to thrust upwards in order to make Tyr move. Trying to grind his cock was impossible with the way Tyr was holding him still.
"TYR! Will you stop screwing around and screw me??" he bellowed at last.
"Since you asked so nicely..." Tyr pulled back and slammed into the other man, making him cry out. His hips drove back and forth, pounding into Alex as he'd demanded. His back arched, allowing him to catch a rigid nipple between his teeth and tug. "Let me hear you," he growled.
"OH JESUS, FUCK, OH GOSPODI, DA!!!!!!!!!" Alex bellowed as the Nietzschean lived up to the hottest and wettest fantasy fuck that the former triple agent ever had. Over and over Tyr slammed into him, raking the head of that long and thick cock over his prostate time and again.
Lunging back hard against the slamming Nietzschean alpha above him, Alex braced his hands against the wall above him, trying to keep himself from sliding head first into a wall, animalistic sounds of passion escaping from his throat. One hand slipped off the wall and stroked its way down his chest, between their slamming bodies, to grasp his cock and stroke it in time to the powerful thrusts, wanting to come, to lose himself in the oblivion of ecstasy.
Tyr growled his pleasure as he took the other man, as Alex went wild under him, and he promised himself that he wasn't going to let him get away again. He braced himself on one hand, the other slipping between them to cover Alex's on his cock, pumping him.
"Yes," he rumbled, "like that. Come for me, Alex, and take me with you." The dark braids tumbled around them, brushing sensitized flesh, as their bodies slammed together and parted again and again.
"Oh bozhe moi!!" Alex screamed as he was forced over the edge into sheer, mindless, bone-numbing bliss. "Tyr! God!!!" Over and over his body clenched and spasmed around the Nietzschean's cock embedded within him.
"Harder, yes, god, yes, more, harder, oh god, oh god!"
Staring down as ecstasy transfigured his mate's face, Tyr groaned, pounding into him while his body rippled around him, milking him hungrily. He managed only a few more thrusts before the hot, tight heat tipped him over the edge, spilling his seed inside the other man. "By the forefathers!" he gasped, letting himself slump over Alex, enjoying the closeness now.
Moaning in quiet ecstasy, Alex felt for the first time since waking up in this little box like he actually had control of himself. "I... thanks, I needed that," he admitted drowsily, his eyes closing under the lethargy of sated exhaustion.
"It was my pleasure," Tyr replied wryly, settling himself comfortably against the other man. Perhaps if they slept, the others would let them out and they would wake up in his quarters.
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Yawning, Alex stretched only to find himself held in place by the arm around his stomach. Tyr's arm. If he were forced to admit it to himself, it was nice, and he'd missed having someone to take care of him - it had been so long since he'd been able to let down his guard, lose the tough guy don't give a shit attitude, and not look out for number one. It had been so long since he'd been able to do anything other than survive.
Maybe that was his problem. He knew nothing but surviving anymore. But how could he relearn those lost skills?
Noticing the door was open and there was a pile of clothes on the floor next to it, Alex gently extricated himself from the older man's embrace and dressed quickly. Harper was waiting just down the corridor when he emerged.
"Hungry? We could go to the mess and grab some food."
"What about..."
"Trance will be here for when he wakes up. Sorry we did that, but we needed to get the two of you to work it out and stay. We need both of you, Alex, and you need us. This is your home now," Harper replied.
"Damn, kid, how did you get so smart?" Alex replied with a wry grin, shaking his head.
"Life, old man. I lived life. C'mon, let's go eat and talk if you want to."
Alex studied the younger man carefully. "That sounds... good. Thanks."
Tyr had woken the moment Alex moved, but he had decided not to push the human, to let him have some time and space to think about what was happening between them. He waited until the sound of Alex and Harper's voices faded into the distance, then sat up, glancing at the open door and clothing.
He stood up, reaching for his leather pants and boots and pulling them on, then stepped through the doorway, finding Trance waiting for him. "If he had been damaged by what you did, I would have destroyed you."
The purple girl smiled. "He needed to face that fear as well as you. Now he has."
Tyr shook his head slightly. "I'm going back to my quarters. Do not interfere any further." He would wait for Alex's next move.
After a long heart to heart with Harper and Dylan, and even Rev Bem, who threw in some of his own Wayist advice, Alex decided that maybe, just maybe he was ready to try the trust thing again. With Tyr.
Walking through the corridors, pacing them slowly in order to get a hold of his racing nerves, he came to stand in front of Tyr's door. Raising a hand, he took a deep breath and knocked.
The sound pulled Tyr out of his meditation, and he stood up from the padded bench he'd been sitting on. He stared at the door before opening it, then found himself looking into wary green eyes.
He smiled faintly and stepped back, motioning Alex to come in. "Have you decided to stay?"
"I... I don't know how to do this, okay?" Alex admitted agitatedly. "I spent most of my adult life just surviving, first the Consortium, then the Reticulans, and then playing all sides against the middle in order to try and help Earth survive. I've had to watch my back, look out for myself for so long that trust... I don't know how to do it.
"But I'd like to try, with you."
"I'd like that too," Tyr admitted, moving a little closer. "You're a warrior, Alex; that's much of what attracts me to you. Life will be a constant battle between us... but I think that we will be better together than apart. Shield mates."
"Shield mates? Is this a Nietzschean thing I should know about?" Alex replied curiously.
"Actually it was an ancient Earth custom between warriors, but Nietzscheans adopted it. Warriors who were lovers would become shield mates, vowed to each other, sworn to love and protect each other to the death."
"Love?" Alex reached blindly for a chair, bracing himself against it. "Oh my god," he breathed quietly. "I... you... damn, how the hell did you get under my skin so fast? I... damn, not even Mulder got to me this fast. You're good. You're very good. Okay, yeah, you got me. I... feel things, okay? But you're gonna have to give me time to say the words. Still watching my back, y'know?"
"I think we have all the time we want," Tyr admitted quietly. "But perhaps we could be mates while we wait?" he suggested with another faint smile.
"You mean me, live here? With you? I, I'd like that," Alex admitted slowly, moving towards the other man. "But tell me why I get the feeling that you've had this planned all along?"
Pushing Tyr down onto the leather bench he'd been sitting on, the human straddled the larger man's lap, his hands weaving into the long braided locks. "In fact, why do I get the feeling that you claimed me from the first time we fucked?"
"Because you're very intelligent for a human?" Tyr suggested, arms winding around the man on his lap. "I've considered you my mate from that first time."
"Mate, hunh?" Alex smirked, looking down at the other man. "I think I could get used to the sound of that - eventually. But I'm telling you right now, you'd better not be one of those growly, possessive types. I like being able look even though I won't want to touch."
"Growly and possessive are part of the Nietzschean genetic code," Tyr replied wryly, holding his human. "But as long as it's just looking, I think we can compromise. In fact, it will be entertaining to know that they want what I have," he purred, licking Alex's throat.
"And no trying to get me into chain mail or that string thing you wear. I do leather, silk and cotton. And possibly that Highguard body armour Dylan has. It's rather impressive," Alex continued, arching his neck to allow the other man better access to his throat.
"Alex, I'm much more interested in getting you out of clothes than into them," Tyr replied, sounding amused. His teeth closed gently over his mate's Adam's apple while his arm spikes lightly teased his human's back.
"Then why are we talking instead of getting naked in the bedroom and fucking ourselves into exhaustion?" the younger man asked with a sly chuckle. "For a Nietzschean you're pretty slow on the uptake, you know."
Tyr stood up, still holding Alex against him, and moved into the bedroom. "If everyone in your time was like you, it's truly amazing that you didn't all murder each other," he observed while busily stripping the other man and shimmying out of the leather pants that were all he wore.
Alex arched an eyebrow, "And what, pray tell, does that mean?"
"It means that you can be as contrary and annoying as you are attractive... and that's saying quite a lot," Tyr grinned, keeping a grip on the other man. He pushed them down onto the bed and kissed Alex thoroughly before the human could reply.
Wrapping his legs around the Nietzschean's waist, Alex thrust his now hard cock up against the other man, squirming to get closer. When the other man didn't do what Alex wanted, he grabbed hold of Tyr's braids and tugged. "Hey, I'm getting desperate here, care to fuck me or something, uberstud of my dreams?"
Tyr shifted so that his cock nestled between Alex's asscheeks and bit his chin lightly. "You're going to be very demanding, aren't you?" he observed. He rolled onto his back, bringing Alex with him and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. His hands tightened around Alex's hips, raising him so that the head of his cock was brushing against Alex's opening teasingly.
"You might want to grab that lubricant off the table," he suggested, still rubbing against his human.
Alex raised an eyebrow than snagged the desired item, popping it open in a smooth motion and letting the clear, slick fluid fill his palm. Reaching behind and underneath him, he quickly slid his hand up and down the Nietzschean's erection. Taking time to stroke and tease the other man's balls then work his way back up with light teasing caresses, the younger man flicked the head of Tyr's cock playfully.
"You ready enough now or do you Alpha-donna's need more prep time?"
"It's only tiny, little human asses that need prep time," Tyr replied, smirking. "I want to make sure not to break my toy," he teased, releasing Alex's hips to catch his hands in his. At the same moment, he arched upward, driving his cock into Alex, then sinking down again.
"Ride me, Alex," he growled, dragging an arm spike lightly over Alex's rigid erection while holding his human's hands away from himself.
"Your... your toy?" Alex sputtered, trying to push himself up and off the older man. "I'm nobody's toy," he growled, eyes flashing fire. "I'm an equal partner, or I'm outta here!"
Tyr shook his head, sighing. "Everyone needs to play sometimes, Alex. It's a way to relax and unwind. I didn't mean that you were a toy. What kind of life did you..." He trailed off, deciding to avoid the knotty tangles of Alex's past, at least for the moment. "Play with me, Alex," he purred, arching upward again.
Alex sagged into the Nietzschean. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Let's just say I've been the kind of toy I thought you meant, whether I wanted to or not - which I didn't. I tend to get a little defensive when I think someone... I'm pretty much a failure at relationships here, Tyr, be patient. I promise to try."
Bending his head, the human nipped his way around Tyr's collarbone, leaving a ring of rosy lovemarks behind. "I could eat you alive. God, you're so damn - uber!"
The big Nietzschean snorted, amused by Alex's sudden obsession with that word. "Please, feel free to eat me... and ride me," he reminded, pushing up again to remind Alex of the thick length of flesh filling him. "Or perhaps you prefer another position?"
That was all the warning Alex got before the room spun around him as Tyr flipped them over and immediately began powering into his lover, staring down into dilated green eyes.
"Christ!" the younger man yowled as the huge cock split his ass and his whole body quivered. "Oh yeah like that. Just you wait, just wait 'til I... May just be a human, but I got some tricks that'll unbraid your hair," he growled as he surged upwards, biting down hard on the dark man's left nipple, claiming as thoroughly as he'd been claimed.
"C'mon, big guy, wear me out, let's have Rommie worrying about us getting dehydrated or setting the furniture on fire or something!"
Tyr snorted a laugh, enjoying Alex more than he'd ever thought possible. In addition to the almost Nietzschean perfection of his body, he was genuinely likeable. Tyr's back arched, pressing his nipple deeper into Alex's mouth and his cock deeper into his human's body. He rode Alex hard, plunging into him again and again, determined to drive the other man wild with lust.
If Alex wanted a marathon of sex, Tyr would be more than happy to show him just what a Nietzschean was capable of!
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Four hot, sweaty and dehydrating hours later, a panting and come-covered Alex lay limply across the Nietzschean, more liquid than matter as he tried to reconstitute himself despite Tyr's chuckles.
"Damn, warn a man when you decide to take him literally," the human moaned as he moved his head weakly to stare at the laughing man above him. "I'm not gonna be able to walk for a day and then will probably walk bow-legged for a week. You can tell Dylan why I'm not at work tomorrow!"
"With pleasure," Tyr replied, smirking. "I'm sure they'll all be very interested to know that I made you come so often and so hard that you need a few days to recover." He stood up, not showing that his own legs were somewhat on the shaky side, and strode into the washroom to clean up and bring back a wet cloth to do the same for Alex.
"On second thought, don't you dare - tell him I'm recovering from P.T.S. brought about by my captivity. That ought to make those goody-goody know-it-alls guilty as all hell for locking me up in a small, enclosed place. Even if it did have the desired results," he muttered quietly.
After disposing of the soiled cloth, Tyr climbed back into bed and drew Alex to him, curling around the human. "You'll have to do that yourself, Alex. I am grateful for their interference, although it is to be hoped that they don't make a habit of it." He petted Alex lazily. "You feel right here."
"Damned interfering goody-goodies," the younger man groused again, before settling into the embrace albeit somewhat stiffly. "Are they gonna be poking their noses in every time we have a fight or a spat? If they are, I'm gonna end up killing someone, just so you know."
"It would probably be best not to do that. The crew on this ship is quite limited, and I am uncertain that it could be run efficiently with any less." Tyr maintained a straight face despite Alex's expression of disbelief at first, then laughed. "And as they keep telling me, killing is not always the best solution... even if I don't really agree with that," he added in a mutter.
"I suggest sleep. Perhaps they might even appear less annoying when rested," he said in a dubious tone.
"And if you believe that one I've got a bridge from the Earth to the Moon to sell you!" Alex snorted derisively but nonetheless found himself gravitating towards the heat of the bigger man.
"And let's get one thing straight before this goes any further. I'm not a morning person, and I don't do laundry or clean toilets. Even a rat has to have standards, you know."
Tyr eyed him with amusement. "Such things are automated, at least aboard the Andromeda. But if you like cleaning things, you could always do me," he suggested with a smirk.
Alex groaned and buried his face in the pillow. "And to think I lived long enough to see really bad repartee come back into style. God, all I need now is to have a Mulder ghost appear and start telling me 'the truth is out there'. That would be... I'm going to sleep now, Anasazi, good night and shut the fuck up, okay?" the younger man whimpered.
Laughing, the Nietzschean closed his eyes obediently, already planning ways to wake his human up the next morning.
"Asshole," Alex muttered, but nonetheless wrapped himself around the bigger man, resting his head on Tyr's shoulder.
"The Chinese definitely knew how to give good curses," he continued, seemingly switching topics midstream. "'May you live in interesting times' was one of their strongest ones. Looks like I've been hit up the wazoo with that one. My life definitely isn't going to be boring from now on, is it?"
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