Dylan felt vaguely guilty about this but couldn't help being excited about it, besides Tyr and Harper were doing it and ... they talked him into doing it. Okay that sounded like a teenager’s excuse, he wanted to do it. There, he'd admitted it.
He'd kept Rommie occupied with paper work and strategy while Beka had command and Trance was busy examining Tyr’s DNA. Harper preformed a "check-up" on the Maru systems and made some "repairs". They'd all had a busy day. Now it was time.
He hesitated at Tyr's door but his cock spoke up and he tapped the access.
Tyr opened the door and let him in, offered him a drink then lounged back on his bed. Dylan wasn't sure what to say or even if he should speak at all.
"How were the tests?"
"Annoying." Tyr grumbled. "Trance can not change the results nor can she resequence my DNA so I can regrow my bone blades. The damage is done."
Dylan nodded. They'd both known all of that, Tyr was too old for resequencing. Still ... still. It was too bad.
Harper entered and went straight to Tyr, climbing over the Nietzschean to kiss him deeply. "How's Beka?"
"At the end of her cycle." Tyr nodded and stroked Harper's flank. "You smell citrusy."
Harper smiled and wiggled his eye brows. "I prepped." He nuzzled Tyr's neck slowly and sighed.
Dylan didn't think he should be watching them but ... they looked ... good together. Harper wriggled against Tyr for a few minutes as Tyr petted him and licked his forehead and sucked on his fingers. There was a hint a citrus in the air. What, had Harper bathed in it?
Finally Harper pulled back and got off the bed. He picked and opened a beer, took a drink then began undressing. For someone who appeared to be a slob Harper was very neat about his strip tease.
And a tease it was. Dylan tried not to watch but couldn't help it. Harper was giving a very nice show. Bending at the waist to undo his boots, then again when he pushed his pants down. Nice butt shot. Down went the underwear and ... Dylan bit back a gasp as Harper show them his prepped ass. A sweet hole, already smeared with lube. The smell of oranges reached Dylan and a sigh escaped. Then Harper folded his underwear, piled them on the rest of his clothes and turned back to face his audience.
Dylan licked his lips as Harper lifted his beer and drank.
"Very nice show." Tyr growled.
"Thank you." Harper grinned and moved forward.
Tyr had his hand out and Harper took it and was pulled down on the bed. "You do smell very good."
Harper smiled slowly. "Glad to hear it." He stretched back.
Dylan watched the sensual movement and shifted in his chair then gaped as Tyr turned Harper over and stroked him, spread his ass and bent his head. Dylan moaned as he watched Tyr's tongue glide over Harper ass hole. He wondered how it tasted.
Tyr smiled and licked, tasting the lube. "A new one."
"Yeah." Harper breathed.
"Did you bring extra?"
Harper bucked and groaned. "I love it when Beka's finished."
Tyr chuckled and returned to licking the lube off Harper's ass.
Dylan could have sworn Tyr's eyes flicked over to him but he couldn't be sure. Then Tyr slid a finger through the slick and looked straight at him. He held out his hand and that finger, offering Dylan a taste. He couldn't move, he was frozen, he wanted to come in his pants. Then he was moving. He sucked Tyr's finger into his mouth and groaned at the taste.
Tyr smiled and spread Harper's legs wider, giving Dylan a better view and a place to sit on the bed.
Harper shifted and lifted his ass opening himself move.
Dylan sank on to the bed as Tyr held Harper open for him.
"Isn't his ass marvelous?"
"Yes." Dylan nodded.
"Show me off why don't you." Harper whined but pressed back.
Dylan winced at how wide Harper was spread, it had to hurt. But then Tyr licked slowly, catching a blob and looked at him as he withdrew his tongue slowly. Dylan licked his lips as a dribble of lube hit Tyr's chin. He was licking it off before he realized he was moving.
Tyr smiled and shifted started probing Harper's ass with that talented tongue.
"Yes!" Harper groaned. "Finally."
Tyr pulled back, making Harper curse. "We do have a guest."
Harper moaned. "Fine. Just would somebody please fuck me!"
Tyr chuckled and looked at Dylan then slid a finger into Harper's ass then pulled it out and proceeded to lick it.
Dylan couldn't resist that invitation and reached out. He slid a finger in and sighed at the squeeze then added another finger, earning a moaned "Yes." from Harper. Tyr leaned in a licked around his fingers as he thrust.
"More!" Harper demanded.
Dylan added another finger and Tyr licked at them on the out stroke.
"Stop playing around!" Harper snapped harshly.
Dylan pulled back and gave Tyr the field. He would only go so far. He saw the recognition in Tyr's eyes and nodded. Was that respect? He stood up and left the bed.
Tyr shifted and opened his pants as Harper cursed at them, then the pants were off and Tyr was moving over Harper. A slow slide, gentle, then Harper was moving back. Tyr was in and bowed back as if in pain.
"Harper."
Dylan was shocked at the need in Tyr's voice. He looked away and for a moment wished he hadn't come. Then he heard the suction sound of movement and looked again to watch. He would have thought Tyr would dominate their union but Harper seemed to control the speed and force.
Of course. Tyr was a Nietzschean male, he took his cues from his mate. Harper wasn't a Nietzschean female but that didn't matter, Tyr would second to the needs and wants of his mate. Tyr's mate. The idea was startling to Dylan and he wondered if Tyr saw it the same way. No, he couldn't. If Tyr saw Harper as his mate he never would have let Dylan near him, let alone touch him or pleasure him in any way.
Tyr gripped Harper's cock and sent the engineer over the
edge just in time as Tyr was struggling to hold back and gave a strangled
growl as he came.
******
It was annoying, this feeling he shouldn't have. It had been a good plan. Besides sating his needs while Beka's scent disabled his usual sexually practices, he could counter some of Dylan high handed control. Dylan had played his part, that was something, and Harper had been his usual exhibitionist self, then Dylan had participated.
Smelling Dylan's arousal was gratifying, feeling him taste the lube off his finger was delightful, but watching him touch Harper was ... something else. He was not immune to the eroticism of the game played and letting Dylan finger Harper was necessary but ... When Dylan had pulled back, he felt a relief he shouldn't have, a possessiveness he shouldn't have.
Tyr heard the beeping then felt Harper shifting against his side. He opened his eyes to see Dylan shut off the noise. Harper rubbed against him, murmuring endearments in aftermath. He felt that warmth again and couldn't not wrap an arm around the engineer and hold him close.
Dylan was hesitating, would he leave now?
"That's the girls," Harper sighed.
"Yes." Dylan spoke.
Dylan was moving back toward the bed. His eyes traveled over them then meet his gaze. That was desire, need. Tyr didn't want to share Harper anymore and his hold on the engineer tightened.
"Easy, Tyr." Harper moaned. "S'okay."
Tyr eased his grip and stroked Harper's back, then saw Dylan's question. Was he showing? He was. Dylan wasn't looking at Harper anymore, even with the engineer wiggling around. Tyr let Harper go and was treated with a close up view of his ass as Harper reached to activate the link to the Maru.
Trance's voice immediately came through as the screen on the wall blinked to show her and Beka moving around. "It's a shame."
"He'll be fine." Beka promised. "He's not suffering, he's got a reliable lay and ..."
"Tyr can't breed with Harper." Trance stated the obvious. "This does present him with even longer odds for mating with Nietzschean females."
"Yeah. There isn't anything you can do?"
Trance shook her head slowly. "We could try and find him some women."
Beka laughed. "Tyr doesn't need any help getting women."
"Nietzschean women." Trance glared at her.
"I can just see it now; ‘Seeking fertile Nietzschean females to mate with gorgeous Alpha type’ ...Trance we can't just go out and get him females."
Trance shrugged. "It was a good thought."
"It could work, up until Tyr found out." Beka hugged Trance gently. "I know it sucks, I feel bad too, but there isn't anything we can do. Try not to let it get to you. Think about it this way, Tyr got confirmation right? I passed Rommie and she told me that Harper was on his way to him, smelling like oranges."
Trance grinned broadly. "I'm glad for that."
"But you still want to look for Uber girls."
"It was a thought."
Beka chuckled and kissed her softly. "Sweet Trance."
Trance wrapped her arms around Beka's waist and rested her head against her shoulders.. "Maru, music."
Soft, slow music floated over the link and Harper turned to Tyr and wrapped himself around the bigger man.
Tyr let Harper move against him but didn't feel he needed the consolation. He saw Dylan's eyes move down his body and felt his cock stir at the attention. He reached down and ran his finger along the sticky length of his cock then brought his finger to Harper's mouth.
Harper sucked his fingers into his mouth and smiled then looked over at Dylan, who was watching them, not Beka and Trance. He hesitated then shifted and motioned to the bed. "You're a little over dressed but you're welcome to join us."
Tyr nodded agreement, this was what he wanted, ... wasn't it? He didn't want to share.
Dylan striped off his clothes, laying them over the chair then moved to the bed. He was well endowed but Harper didn't make any of his usual comments, he simply moved closer to Tyr, making room. Dylan knelt on the bed and leaned closer. Harper wasn't his target, he was.
Tyr watched Dylan's head descend to his cock and his tongue come out and lick the sticky lube and come mix. Tyr sighed and relaxed into the game. This could work very well. Harper wriggled and cradled Tyr's head in his arms.
"This is new." Harper spoke softly. "And here I thought I'd end up at the bottom of the pile."
Tyr blinked at him and raised a hand to stroke his cheek. He could barely stop the words before they were spoken. What was he showing? Harper kissed him slowly then started playing with his nipples.
Harper laid him back and grinned. "Relax and enjoy."
Tyr watched Harper lean over him to lick his cock then kiss Dylan. Tyr stiffened, he couldn't help it, but Dylan didn't deepen the kiss.
"Do you have more lube?" Dylan asked and Harper grinned and jumped off the bed.
Tyr tried to watch Harper move but Dylan sucked the head of his cock and his focus shifted. Harper rushed back and slammed into Tyr with a giggle.
"You are in for it now, Anasazi."
"Am I?'
Harper kissed him deeply. "Oh, yes."
"What a day." Rommie's voice injected itself into the room.
"What do you mean?" Beka asked.
"Dylan, he decided to do months worth of paper work today and wanted to rework his strategies for the next few months."
"That’s our Dylan." Beka chuckled.
"Hours of speculation and work and we ended up right where we started." Rommie complained.
"Poor Rommie."
"It's not funny."
"We know." Trance soothed. "Come relax."
Harper jumped off the bed and shut off the link, returning slowly his eyes swept the scene on the bed.
Tyr hardened at the lust he saw in his eyes and held out his hand. "Come here." Dylan shifted up to lay on one side of him as Harper joined them. "You said something about me being in for it?"
Dylan kissed his shoulder and stroked a hand up his chest. "Turn over." He nudged.
Harper opened the small jar and held it out to Dylan then shifted and pulled Tyr over. "Suck my cock," he breathed.
Tyr growled and kissed him deeply then felt Dylan stroke his ass. He grinned and moved to his knees as he licked his way down Harper's body. Dylan was pressing a finger into him as he circled his target. He braced for the invasion and licked the length of Harper's cock.
"It's all right." Harper spoke.
Tyr wondered briefly what Harper was talked about then felt a second finger and a deep thrust. He sank his mouth over Harper's cock and groaned as Dylan brushed over his prostate.
"Oh, yeah." Harper moaned.
Tyr shivered and cupped Harper's balls as he began working in earnest. He was being stretched slowly, gently, carefully, but he wasn't waiting for Dylan. He slid his hand under Harper and up and in.
"Oh, oh, ... "
Harper at his best. Tyr grinned around the cock in his mouth. "Hhmm?" He questioned and stroked his target then held on as he could while Harper thrashed about. “More ... now,” Harper yelled his name and slammed up into his mouth to deposit his semen before collapsing.
Dylan had only paused briefly when Harper came so now maneuvered and pressed closer. Tyr shifted and gave him angle. Damn but the man was being careful. He wouldn't tell him to get moving so watched Harper be dazed, always a pleasant scene. Dylan was stretching his ass. He winced slightly then forced his muscled to relax and Dylan was in.
Dylan groaned. "You okay?"
"Yes." Tyr answered, then pressed back.
Dylan laid over him, pressed against his back then sank his cock in deep. Tyr moaned and shook and Dylan kissed his shoulder then pulled his hair to the side to kiss his neck. Would he try to kiss his mouth? From this position? No. Tyr stretched his spine and watched Harper beneath him. This wasn't part of the plan.
Dylan shifted and kissed his back then began moving, slow deep thrusts. They hit the mark but not enough. More.
Harper was focusing now and watching Dylan work over him. The engineer smiled slowly then kissed him softly. "Do you like it?"
"Dylan is careful."
"Want me to speed him up?"
"No." Tyr growled then regretted it.
Harper kissed him again, then shifted around and wriggled under him.
Tyr frowned for a moment as he watched him move down the bed then saw him stop and lick the head of his dangling cock. "Harper." He groaned.
"Relax and enjoy." Harper chortled.
Tyr raised his head and stared strait ahead but heard Dylan's breathing in his ear. "Go left when you drop."
Between his ass and his cock he was not very clear on the specifics. Dylan shouted and slammed into him, Harper squeezed his balls and throated him, Dylan's rhythm increased, so did Harper's. He was speaking, shouting, screaming. “More, faster, harder.”
“Left. Left.”
Dylan against his back, Harper against his chest. Rest.
He pulled Harper tight and kissed him. "Sleep."
"I'm not the one that was just teamed." Harper grinned.
"I'm okay. You guys take a nap. I'm gonna watch the girls."
******
Harper smiled at Tyr as he climbed out of bed. The big guy was really starting to go Alpha on him. Not that he was complaining. But if Tyr was going to go Alpha he needed to let him know. The Harper may be good, but even he needed a few ground rules.
Dylan coming to watch the girls was cool. Tyr not pushing Harper away was better. Tyr not taking Dylan's head off for liking the Harper show was always healthy. Harper knew he shouldn't have gone all out but ... the look in Tyr's eyes had been worth it. Oh, yeah.
That Dylan didn't get up and leave after the floor show was a surprise, but that Tyr would share him with Dylan was ... well Harper was just glad he was on the bed when that happened. Not that Dylan wasn't good, fine, fingers up the ass, but he wasn't Tyr. Enough said.
Dylan was fading fast as he curled around Tyr and Harper nodded. It was weird how Tyr let him lead so much in the bedroom. Harper watched Tyr cuddle up with Dylan for a short nap; it was kind of cute.
The ear piece let Harper listen while the volume was off so he didn't disturb the two Alphas on the bed.
Beka was laying on a narrow bed with Trance kneeling over her giving her a massage. Lucky Beka.
"Got it." Rommie stated.
Beka groaned as Trance found a particularly sore spot on her back.
"What are we looking at?"
"The best estimate I have is between 100 and 200 billion."
"That's a lot of Nietzscheans." Beka moaned.
"That is actually half the number from before the fall." Rommie stated as she came into view and sat down against the wall. "Add to that the fact that they are spread out and some are disenfranchised."
"Eliminate the Dragon-Kazov."
"The population of the Dragon-Kazov pride makes up for the prides that I can't count." Rommie crossed her legs Yoga style and watched Trance work. "A third of that number though will be males, another third will be already mated females, or too young or too old or defective in some manner."
"And that leaves how many?" Beka asked sluggishly.
"About 45 to 90 billion." Trance nodded.
"Oh, is that all." Beka snorted. "No problem."
Trance leaned over and kissed Beka. "Don't be so negative."
"Hhmmm. Okay, we need to eliminate some more people."
Rommie nodded then shifted slightly and pulled off her nighty.
Nude Rommie doing Yoga. Harper perked up.
"We can cut the Mandau."
"That's a given. He has no respect for them." Beka sigh. "Oh, there."
Trance nodded. "What about the Commonwealth pride at Tarazed.”
"I will review their genealogy in the morning."
"Maybe we are going at this the wrong way." Beka thought out loud. "We're thinking in numbers. I don't care how gorgeous Tyr is, or how Nietzschean he is, he couldn't possibly service the numbers we’re talking."
Rommie nodded. "What is your idea?"
"What does Tyr like? Even if we find a hundred perfect Nietzschean females, he has to have his own personal preferences, what he is looking for in a mate."
"Nietzscheans don't think about mating the same way Humans do. They don't look at personality, what's your favorite color, that kind of thing."
"That's where you’re wrong." Harper shook his head then glanced at the bed. Tyr was watching him. "Hi."
"What are they doing?"
"Girl talk." He hedged. Tyr wouldn't like their talk. To know his chances of breeding was something in the order of 45 billion to one wouldn't make him happy. Harper considered the math and shook his head. Eliminate the beta females and the blood lines that never produced greatness ...
"We could cut out all the lesser or inferior lines." Trance stated. "That would cut the odds nearly in half, I would think."
"That would take investigating individuals." Rommie stated. "That is a lot of work, more then we can do at the moment."
"Then, oooh." Beka mourned the end of her massage. "God, Trance that was good."
"Thank you." Trance climbed off the table and Harper stood up to stare at nude Beka laying out on a table.
"Wow."
"You're blocking the view." Dylan mumbled.
Harper moved out of the way and glanced at the bed. Dylan was kissing Tyr's neck and shoulder and stroking his waist and hip, only half watching the screen. Harper was not an overly possessive person, he was easy going, laid back, relaxed. But he did not like the idea of Dylan getting too comfortable in his place.
Dylan was the Captain, he had power. Dylan was the maker of the New Commonwealth. Harper was just the engineer. Harper had him first but that didn't mean shit if Tyr went for the power play. He could loose Tyr, could already have lost him.
Harper turned sharply and the ear piece popped out of his ear as he made for the bathroom, nude Beka forgotten.
How could he compete with Dylan, another Alpha from Tyr's point of view. He was scrawny. A kludge. From Earth. Dragans held Earth. A slave planet held by Dragans. Harper shivered at the thought and braced himself against the sink to stare at his reflection, pale, thin, scars ... a bite mark. When had Tyr bitten him? He touched the mark and smiled softly.
Beka had razzed him for a whole week the first time she saw one of Tyr's marks on him. He'd blushed but had liked, still liked the idea of Tyr marking him.
He started when he felt a hand on his hip and opened his eyes to see Tyr standing behind him.
"What is it?" Tyr frowned. "Does it hurt?" He touched the mark softly.
"No, I'm good. We're cool."
Tyr nuzzled his hair. "The truth."
Harper sighed. "I don't want to loose you." He admitted.
Tyr smiled and dipped his head and kissed his throat. "You won't."
"You like Dylan."
Tyr shrugged and thought for a moment. "He is pleasurable. You are pleasure."
Harper frowned at that. Did that make sense? Then he saw Tyr's blush and turned to face him. "I don't get it."
Tyr sighed. "I ... " He took a breath. "You are first, my first."
"You've had other lovers."
"Yes. But they were only sexual. They were what Dylan is. You are more."
Harper blinked slowly at what he thought Tyr was trying to say then rushed to silence him. "Don't." Harper may only be a scrawny kludge from Earth but he knew the risks of emotional dependency. And he, dumb Harper, had gone and pushed. "Don't say it." He hugged his lover and rested his head against his chest.
Tyr stroked his back and hair. "Come back to bed."
He nodded. "In a minute."
Tyr lifted his chin and scanned his face.
"I'm alright. Really. Go on." He promised. "I need a few minutes."
Tyr nodded and left him alone. Oh, boy. Tyr and him. They'd gone and made this a lot more then it was supposed to be. Oh, sure, Harper had invested from almost the beginning but Tyr ... Tyr wasn't supposed to feel the same way. He wasn't. Tyr was Nietzschean.
Harper shook his head then stepped into the shower for a quick rinse. When he returned to the bedroom he found Tyr bent over Dylan, riding him hard. They were really banging away but , while they looking to be enjoying themselves it looked more like a contest then anything else.
That was the difference between Dylan and himself. What was that saying about too many cooks in the kitchen? Too many Alpha types in the bed makes for posturing. They were trying to out last each other.
Harper half watched them while thinking about the girls. He glanced at the screen; Rommie and Trance were cuddled up on either side of a sleeping Beka. Not much was going on, guess girls don't go at it like guys do. He wondered what the odds were that they were still thinking of getting Tyr women. Pretty good bet, probably.
Eliminate the males, married ladies, infertiles, too old, too young, bad lines, bad vibes, bad jokes, and bad breath, Harper wondered what that left. He wondered if he could handle Tyr being married.
Dylan shouted and came, and then Tyr.
He couldn't help smiling. Could the Harper pick 'em or what?
end