Harper decided he wasn’t going to freak out about Tyr and Beka’s disappearance. So the two people he was closest to on Andromeda were missing, they’d get them back. Everything always worked out. Tyr was indestructible and Beka was… Beka. Two rocks in the crazy riptide of his life. All he had to do was his usual mechanical tinkering, follow Dylan’s lead, and before you know it, they’d be back.

And then suddenly… they were. The scientist/engineer side of Harper’s mind was screaming ‘how’, but the emotional side almost always overrode that part. Harper bounced for a moment, unsure whether to run to Beka or not, but there was Tyr, solid, safe and radiating his usual intense body heat. Harper couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around Tyr and squeezed.

It felt good, although a tiny part of Harper registered that Tyr smelled wrong. Sharp and electrical, rather than his usual dark and spicy scent with a hint of metal. And Harper didn’t want to think about how he knew what Tyr smelled like. Tyr was also rather unyielding. Harper remembered the last time he’d hugged Tyr. Tyr had been surprised and a little embarrassed, but at least he’d acknowledged that it had happened.

Harper shoved disquieting thoughts to one side. Time for other stuff later. Right now was time for a little happiness. Tyr and Beka were back unhurt, and all was right with the universe. Apart from the tunnel though. That was going to need sorting out, and who was the best fixer around? Seamus Zelazny Harper, that’s who.

Harper got back to work.

Okay, there was a large amount of freaky going on here, Harper thought. He decided that sneaking around the access tunnels was probably the way to go. He was crawling through one and was about to jump down into the corridor below when he realised that something wasn’t right. He looked up just in time to see Tyr appear out of thin air.

"Holy crap! Tyr?"

Tyr grinned, and Harper suddenly felt like a mouse caught in the gaze of cobra. Tyr had always looked dangerous, but before it had always been a controlled dangerous. Right now, however, Tyr didn’t look even close to controlled. He looked feral and hungry. "I’ve been looking for you, boy."

Harper swallowed. Old instincts kicked in fast. This wasn’t good. This was bad on a whole new scale. Harper started to crawl back into the access tunnel and Tyr threw one arm out shockingly fast and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

Had Tyr always been that fast? Harper wondered, as he was dragged out to stand in front of Tyr. "Hey, big guy… I thought we decided that messing about with tesseracts was a bad idea?"

Tyr looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh, that isn’t tesseracting. It’s… something else." Tyr’s expression cleared. "But that doesn’t matter right now." Harper started to reply, but Tyr’s mouth was on his before he got a sound out.

Tyr’s mouth was hot, wet and demanding. Harper was frozen in shock, this wasn’t like Tyr, this obviously wasn’t Tyr. The spooky popping out of nowhere should have been the first clue. After all, if Tyr had always had that ability he’d have used it before. Harper distracted himself from the feeling of Tyr’s mouth and groping hands by imagining what he’d do if he could walk through walls. It wasn’t working well, the only thing he could think of was scaring the crap out of Beka in the shower. And that was a bad place to go right now.

Harper realised that struggling would probably be a good idea. Particularly since he seemed to be running out of air. Tyr chuckled into Harper’s mouth and gripped tighter, one arm wrapped securely around Harper’s waist and one hand cupping Harper’s ass, as his mouth moved down to bite and suck at Harper’s neck.

Harper gasped his breath back. "Okay Tyr, very funny, now put me down." Harper’s feet were swinging a couple of inches off the deck. Tyr’s only answer was a low growl. "Oh fuck. Is Tyr even in there?"

"Do you really doubt this is me, boy?"

"Hell yeah." Harper pushed ineffectually at Tyr’s chest. "For instance, the Tyr that I know isn’t big on using me as a squeeze toy."

Tyr’s low chuckle sent shivers down Harper’s back. "Lack of imagination."

"Yeah, well… if you don’t mind I’d prefer it to stay in your imagination. Now. Put. Me. Down!" Tyr let go abruptly and Harper fell to the deck. "Thanks. Want to tell me what the fuck is going on?"

Tyr grinned that wild crazy grin again. "I have some time to kill, I thought I’d use it to have some fun." He reached down to help Harper back up and caught him by the belt loops. Before Harper could make more that a panicked squeak, he found himself on his back, half in and half out of the access tunnel. "I think you’ll be a lot of fun, Harper."

Harper couldn’t believe what was happening. Just because he’d thought about fucking Tyr didn’t mean he’d ever seriously considered doing anything about it. Well, not much, anyway. Harper wasn’t sure what was going on in Tyr’s head, but he knew what was going to happen if he couldn’t talk his way out of this.

"Tyr, come on… I don’t want to have to get Rommie to use the internal defences on you." Harper kicked at Tyr, who was tugging at Harper’s belt.

"This whole section is locked in privacy mode. I’m sure you could hack it in ten minutes, but you’re going to be busy for a while." Tyr effortlessly deflected Harper’s kicks and tugged his pants down.

"Tyr. NO! Do you understand? I’m saying no. That means you fucking stop what you’re doing." Harper reached up and grabbed a support strut and tried to lever himself away from Tyr.

"You don’t really want me to stop though, do you? You think I haven’t noticed you looking at me. I can tell when someone is attracted to me. You give yourself away all the time."

"Tyr, I’m a horny guy, I think about everyone like that sooner or later. It doesn’t mean I want to do anything about it. Have I ever made a pass at you?"

Tyr paused for a moment. "That doesn’t matter, only this does."

Harper yelped as Tyr’s hand landed on his cock. Harper was horrified to realise he was half hard and cursed the fact that he’d been so engrossed in building Rosie that he hadn’t jerked off that week. "That means nothing Tyr, physiological response. Adrenaline does freaky shit to some people." Harper gave up on wriggling away and aimed a punch at Tyr’s head.

Tyr laughed and caught Harper’s fist. He peeled open Harper’s fingers and placed a damp kiss on the palm. "Call it what you want."

Harper went into full escape mode, kicking, biting, cursing Tyr’s ancestors and squirming for dear life. Nothing worked. If anything it only seemed to arouse Tyr further. Harper found himself face down with his legs out of the tunnel and his pants off. Tyr was pushing his shirt up and had both of Harper’s wrists gripped tightly in one hand.

Harper realised there was no way he was going to be able to get away. This was going to be bad. Really bad. Should he keep trying to struggle, or just go limp and hope it was over soon?

Harper suddenly remembered the tube of multi-purpose silicon gel in his tool belt. Would telling Tyr about it and asking him to use it be like giving permission? Because he was damn sure that he wasn’t even close to saying yes to what Tyr had in mind. Then again, Harper didn’t feel like being ripped to shreds. He and Tyr had spent enough time bunking down on the Maru for Harper to have noticed that Tyr was carrying an impressive package soft and could only image what he was like hard.

Harper shuddered as Tyr ran his tongue up his back, and came to a decision. "Tyr, there’s lube in my belt."

"Good boy." Tyr murmured, hitching Harper’s horror at the situation up another notch.

Tyr let go to reach for Harper’s belt and Harper managed to scramble almost two feet before Tyr wrapped a hand around his ankle and pulled him back. Harper started cursing again when Tyr twisted his arms behind his back and fastened them there with Harper’s own shirt.

Tyr stood behind Harper and kicked his legs apart. Now that Harper was restrained Tyr seemed content to pet and touch Harper. Harper closed his eyes and swore as Tyr snaked one hand underneath him to caress his cock, as he kissed and licked Harper’s back.

"Fuck Tyr, just do it and get it over with."

"Now where’s the fun in that?" Tyr slid one slicked finger into Harper and slowly pumped it in and out. "I want you to enjoy this too."

Harper could smell that electrical smell again, it hurt the back of his throat. "You sick fuck, if you think you can make me like being raped you’re crazier than you look. Uhhhh…"

Tyr hummed against the base of Harper’s spine as his finger brushed over Harper’s prostate again.

"Tyr, please don’t do this," Harper whimpered, "Tyr… uhhhh…" Harper squeezed his eyes shut as another finger slid into him and pressed down on his sweet spot. Harper wasn’t sure if it made it better or worse that Tyr seemed to be treating him gently, like a lover. Harper was fully, if unwillingly, hard now and Tyr’s caressing hands grew bolder, probing and stretching Harper open.

Harper’s breathing was ragged as he felt the blunt head of Tyr’s cock pressing against him. He tried to calm his breathing as the pressure grew, but a shocked cry escaped as he was opened wider than ever before. Harper bit his lip and tried not to scream as more and more of Tyr slid inside him. The slow penetration seemed to last forever. Deeper and deeper Tyr moved, until Harper couldn’t take any more silently and let out a pained shriek.

Tyr stilled, and rubbed slow circles on the small of Harper’s back. Then he leaned forwards and kissed the back of Harper’s neck. "Shhh, little one. Just breathe, you’ll be fine."

Harper whimpered, for once not having a snappy reply. He tried to go limp under Tyr, and slowly adjusted enough that Tyr judged him ready for more. Tyr drew back a little and slid in again, this time burying himself to the root in Harper’s body. Harper ached. Not just his abused asshole: all over. Harper turned his head to the side and stared at an access panel for environment controls as Tyr began rocking into him.

‘Engage safety protocol 132 before opening.’ Harper read, blanking his mind to what was happening. He kept his eyes fixed on the panel, waiting for the assault to be over and trying not to hear Tyr grunting in pleasure above him. He couldn’t stifle a gasp as Tyr shifted position slightly, bringing unwanted stimulation to Harper’s prostate. Tyr’s thrusts increased in pace and Harper felt himself growing hard again.

Think of something else! Think of something else! Harper’s mind howled, as his body reacted to Tyr’s. It was no use though; all too soon the familiar tightening heralded Harper’s release. Harper groaned as he came and closed his eyes against humiliating tears.

"That’s it, boy." Tyr said, "I knew you wanted this." Tyr continued to work away at Harper, until finally coming with a roar that echoed down the corridors.

Harper was suddenly pressed into the floor of the tunnel by Tyr’s weight. Tyr was murmuring incomprehensibly into Harper’s hair and stroking the sweat from his body. Harper gasped in a few breaths, glad that it was finally over.

Tyr reached over and lifted himself slightly, to let Harper breathe more easily and that was when Harper noticed that Tyr’s gauntlets were empty. No bone spurs meant that it wasn’t Tyr. Relief washed through Harper. It wasn’t Tyr: it was some impostor, hopefully one who would die as soon as Dylan, Rommie, Trance and he had worked out how to close the tunnel.

Tyr kissed the back of Harper’s neck, teeth nibbling gently. It was with a sudden sense of horror that Harper realised that Tyr was still hard inside him, despite his release, and that Tyr was petting him again.

It wasn’t over. It wasn’t over for a long time. Harper wasn’t sure how long he lay there after Tyr pulled out and walked away. Eventually he slid out of the tunnel and curled up on the floor, dry-eyed and shocky. The shaking of the ship roused him. No time to freak out, freaking out could be done later when evil fucking Tyr clones had been destroyed and everything was back to normal.

Harper determinedly ignored the little voice telling him that it was going to be a long time until he felt normal again

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