By The Mad Harpy
Madharpy999@hotmail.com
NC-17
Um, I'm new at this, so if I miss anyone, don't sue me. Okay, I don't own Harper, Andromeda, or anything like that. Dark Angel belongs to someone else, too.
Okay, this came up in a discussion about crossovers on a chatroom. Mary started drooling over Logan, and suggested Harper as Logan's bitch. Draw your own conclusions. Anyway, I liked the idea, picked it up and ran with it.
Summary: Harper has a very nice dream. This is a PWP crossover
with Dark Angel
Harper swore when he noticed the pizza box next to his chair was empty.
He'd been relaxing on his first day off on the Andromeda in weeks. There had been repairs here, there and everywhere, and now the ship was actually up and running, he'd locked himself in his quarters with a pizza, a dozen discs of movie's and TV shows, and a crate of Sparkys. He'd also left a message with Dylan saying, unless the universe ended, he was not to be disturbed for twelve hours on pain of death.
He'd taken the opportunity to indulge his complaint generating habits of eating bad food, drinking unhealthy drinks, and shouting at TV screens. During the first three months he'd served on the Maru, he'd been banned from watching any TV shows, except if the rest of the crew was off the ship. If he hadn't been such a genius engineer, Beka might have just thrown him off.
Anyway, the problem was that he sort of... commentated on shows. Beka had found having old scifi shows on irritating enough, but having him screaming at the screen when something happened (Don't do that! What the hell is wrong with you?!), had nearly pushed her over the edge. There was still a dent in one of the walls from where she'd been woken up by him watching repeats of the X-files, then come after him with a length of broken pipe. He'd had to hide in the warren of small corridors under engineering until she'd calmed down.
The crewquarters on the Andromeda, though, actually had sound proofing, though, so he could shout all he wanted without annoying anyone. Taking a slug of cola, he glanced over at the clock and sighed. Despite it all, he had a shift tomorrow. Only a three hour maintenance scan of the exotic matter pulser, but he'd still need to be awake for that, which meant he would have to get some sleep.
Groaning, he drained the last of his cola, then turned down the volume of the show he was watching. He'd decided to devote his last few hours of relaxing to running through the last few episodes of a classic TV series. Okay, it wasn't really THAT classic, but the star was cute, and the guy, Logan was nice, too. Pity that wheel chair hid his nice ass for most of season one.
Harper yawned as he allowed his eyes to drift shut. The
distant drone of the TV show slowly and gently lulled him off to sleep...
Harper felt the soft fabric under him as he squirmed in the bed. Opening his eyes, he found himself in an elegant apartment, lying on his side in a large bed. Well, he assumed it was elegant, as all he could see was a wall and a few pieces of furniture. Untangling his feet from the covers, he rolled over onto his back, or at least tried to.
As he moved, his shoulder ran into a warm, hard body. He felt a strong arm wrap around his chest, and a lightly stubbled chin rested on his shoulder. "I can tell you're awake." A voice whispered. The hand over his chest moved slowly down under the covers, and he felt it lightly tickle his cock.
Harper felt his cock twitch as the fingers ran delicately over it. Harper pushed the hand away, and shifted so he could see who was in bed with him. In front of him was man with spiky blond hair. His face was very familiar, considering that Harper had just been watching a series of shows with him in every episode. "Logan?"
The man grinned. "No need to sound so surprised. You fully woken up yet?" His hand grasped Harpers erect cock. "I guess so..."
Harpers mind worked furiously. This was obviously not real. Last he'd remembered he'd been watching some recordings and pigging out. That meant it was probably a dream. Or maybe not. Whatever. With what Logan was doing with his hand, he really didn't give a damn right now.
The hacker threw the covers off the bed and straddled Harper, his legs on either side of Harper's chest, and his balls resting on the sweaty flesh of the engineers chest. Harper reached up with his hands, one cupping Logan's full balls, the other wrapping around the long cock. He slowly began to move his hands, twisting and squeezing the ball sac gently, whilst his other hand ran gently up and down the cock.
A drop of precum seeped from the head of the cock, and Harper ran his thumb across the slit, then massaged the salty fluid into the hot flesh. Taking his other hand off Logan's balls, he carressed the man's ass, then pulled him forwards until the tip of his cock brushed his lips. His tongue snaked out, and licked off another drop of pre-cum.
Harper ran his tongue over the moist helmet of Logan's cock, then his mouth enveloped the tip. Harper savoured the salty taste in his mouth, then wrapped his hand around the cock and began to move slowly. His tongue ran around the cockhead, and he began to move his hand faster. The salty taste began to fill his mouth again as Logan's cock wept more pre-cum.
Suddenly Logan stiffened and groaned, his thighs tensing. Harper squeezed the cock tighter, moving his hand faster, and then cum exploded into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He sucked hard, but as the dazed hacker swayed backwards onto his haunches, the cock pulled free of Harper's lips, and a pulse of cum sprayed out onto Harper's lips. A final burst sprayed out and Harper's mouth opened, managing to catch the white fluid.
Harper licked at the Logan's cock, cleaning off the last few drops of cum as it softened. Relaxing back as Logan shifted off him, he looked up at the ceiling. Mounted there was a large mirror, and in the reflection Harper could see the drops of cum across his cheek slowly beginning to flow down across his skin. Then a dark shape obscured the mirror, and he felt Logan's tongue run across his cheek, cleaning off the cum, then the tongue entered his mouth.
Logan's mouth pulled away, and he began to kiss and nip his way down Harper's body until he reached the bobbing cock. Logan relaxed his throat and took the it deep into his mouth. He began to move slowly, then a moment later, he pulled away and ran an experimental finger down the saliva coated pole. Nodding in satisfaction, he moved off the bed, then knelt, his body pressed up against the edge. Then he bent forwards, exposing his ass.
Harper got the idea, and rolled off the bed. Logan was kneeling with his knees shoulder width apart, and Harper knelt, his knees between Logan's. Reaching around, he grabbed Logan's cock and began to massage it erect again. His other hand went north, to Logan's mouth. The hacker guided Harper's fingers to his mouth, where he sucked on them, lubricating them with his spit.
A moment later, Harper gently pulled his fingers free of Logans mouth, and moved them south. Carefully he pushed one of the damp digits into Logan's asshole, which quivered around the intrusion. Slowly Harper moved his finger back and forwards, then, a moment later he added a second to loosen up Logan's tight ass.
Logan groaned as Harper moved the fingers in and out slowly. After a moment, he pulled them out, and positioned his cock at Logan's entrance. Gently he eased forwards, the head of his cock stretching Logan's anus. Harper began to move his hand on Logan's cock, jerking him off gently. After a few moments to let Logan get used to his size, Harper began to move slowly.
The tightness of Logan's ass was pushing him rapidly towards the edge, but Harper fought and controlled it. Harper began to pick up the pacehis cock pounding firmly and rapidly into Logan as his hand began to move faster on Logan's cock.
Finally, the tightness was too much, and Harper buried his cock as deeply into Logan as he could. Logan groaned loudly as Harpers cock hit his prostate solidly, and Harper felt Logan's cock buck solidly in his hand as they came together, Harper spurting into Logan's ass, and Logan's cum spraying onto the bedcovers.
Harper collapsed back onto the rug covered floor, panting from the intensity of his orgasm. Logan had collapsed bonelessly onto the bed. How long they stayed there Harper didn't know, but eventually he regained enough control to tug Logan onto the floor next to him, and then he lowered his mouth to the flaccid, semen covered cock and began to lick it clean.
Within a few moments, the cock was hard again, and Harper positioned himself on his hands and knees. Logan struggled to a kneeling position and wiped some of the cum on the cover onto his hand, then gently probed Harper's asshole, using the fluid from his last orgasm as lubricant. He wiped a second handful of his semen onto his cock, mixed with the pre-cum he was already generating in anticipation.
Logan positioned his cockhead at Harper's entrance. Logan could tell from Harper's attitude that he wasn't in the mood for slow and gentle, and so he set a fast and rough pace, holding Harper's hips as he pistoned deeply into the engineers ass. Harper's eyes screwed shut as he felt the tip of Logan's cock pound into his prostate time and again.
Suddenly Logan's cock rammed deep inside him, smashing
hard into the sensative prostate, and Harper felt light explode behind
his eyes as he felt a loud whine in his ears.
Harper gasped as he woke up. The pulsing wail of his alarm filled the room, and the sweat covered engineer panted out an order for the alarm to shut off.
Opening his eyes, he saw the static filled screen which
had been showing his tv shows when he dozed off. Groaning he straightened
in his chair, and felt the damp material of his boxers stick to his cock.
Looking down he saw a damp patch spreading across his pants from where
his cum had seeped through the thin material of his boxers. Looking over
at the clock, he sighed. "God I've gotta steer clear of pizza at nights."
He told himself as he clambered to his feet to shower before his dutyshift.