Virtual Harper
Authors Rant: The only thing I know about VR is what I have seen in movies. So I made up my own rules as I went along.
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"Where is he?" Dylan and Beka asked in unison. "And what did he do?"
The official sighed. "He interfaced with the bank's computer. Eighty-four thousand thrones, he took. He said it was his, that he was owed it. Normally we'd keep him in prison. But the other prisoners...."
"Is he in one piece?" Dylan asked.
"Yes. And I would appreciate it if you would remove him. I've waived any type of bail. Just get him out of here." The official was pacing. "He told them he served aboard the Andromeda Ascendant...you know, that High Guard ship that reappeared. After he told them that, I thought they would kill him...liars are not appreciated. I don't know what happened after, but two of the men were unconscious due to an electrical shock, and the others backed off."
"His forcelance?" Beka said, turning to Dylan.
"It is coded to his DNA." Dylan turned to the official. "We'll pay any fines and keep him away from here."
"Thank you."
Dylan and Beka were led to the back, where they found Harper in a cell. He was on one side, the other prisoners huddled on the other. Harper was grinning, holding his forcelance, which was retracted. "Oh yeah, I'm cool. Mess with me, and you get a nice shock."
"Hello Seamus," Dylan said.
"Hey boss. 'Bout time you got here. I was just teaching these guys...." He didn't get a chance to finish. Dylan was in the cell, and pulled Harper up by the front of his shirt.
"You're in deep shit." Dylan dragged him out. "Eighty four thousand. Harper, that's major theft. I should have let you rot in there."
"It was a nice enough place. I've been in worse. And so has *she*." He smiled toward Beka. "And the eighty-four thousand, well, it was from an account Gerentex *thought* nobody knew about, and he owed it to me."
Dylan turned to Beka, raising an eyebrow. "You've been in prison?"
"Four different ones," she grinned. "That's where I met Trance."
"Trance has been in prison? *Our* Trance? Little girl, about so high, likes to giggle and bounce?" Dylan stared at her incredulously.
"In for theft," Beka laughed. "She stole a tree that was being neglected...from an ambassador. He wasn't too happy about it."
"A tree," Dylan mumbled. "Figures." Harper began to laugh, and Dylan grabbed him behind the neck, none to gently.
"Lemme go!"
"Harper, you are going to spend the next week in the brig."
"You can't do that! Tell him Beka!"
Beka smiled at him. "What can I do? I'm just a frail, weak, and helpless woman. I can't fight a big strong man like Dylan."
"Yeah," Dylan mused. "What she said."
Harper could do nothing but struggle while Dylan got him back to the ship.
Tyr was waiting as they exited the Maru, needing to talk with Dylan. He raised an eyebrow at the scene before him.
Harper was tossed over Dylan's shoulder, wrists bound, and he was gagged, but even Tyr could make out the choice words he was using...all directed at Dylan.
Beka grinned at him. "Harper didn't want to come quietly. I'll tell you about it over some food. We left so quickly, I didn't get a chance to eat."
"OWWW!" Dylan's scream caused them both to turn, and they saw Harper had spit the gag out. "The little vampire bit me!"
"I'll do worse! Put me down!"
Dylan put him down, holding him by the front of the shirt to keep him upright, and made a fist, pulling it back.
Tyr grabbed his arm. "Wouldn't it be fair to untie him, then beat the shit out of him?"
"No. I'm just going to take him to the brig and leave him there." He paused for a moment. "I don't require uniforms, I don't expect to be saluted...all I want is a little bit of respect. Not much, just a little."
He left, Harper in tow, and Beka and Tyr looked at each other.
"He's in trouble now," Beka said.
Tyr just grunted, and the two walked to the mess hall.
Dylan managed to get Harper to the brig, the door opened, and Harper shifted abruptly. Dylan tried to maintain his balance, turning, and accidentally slammed Harper's head into the wall. Harper immediately went still, and Dylan put him down. Thinking he had hurt him, Dylan untied him. Harper jumped up, swinging a leg out, and Dylan fell on the floor.
"I am *not* staying in the brig!" He ran out the door, and Dylan took a deep breath.
"Harper, when I get my hands on you...."
Harper took off to engineering, the one place he figured he could hide out safely. The engineering deck was so big, and there were so many nooks and crannys, that Dylan would never find him. He sat there for a while, then became bored, and decided now was as good a time as any to enter a Virtual Reality Simulation.
He became so involved, that he didn't hear Dylan come behind him, and enter the VRS as well.
VR could be nice when you programmed the right setting. For Seamus Harper, that place was a peaceful lakeside, trees around him, birds chirping, and one very naked, and very aroused, Dylan Hunt.
The virtual Captain knelt beside Harper, and took him into his arms, kissing him roughly. "And what shall we do today?"
"I don't know. Surprise me." Harper smiled.
"I think I can do that," the virtual Dylan replied. His lips were upon Harper's again, and Harper's moans filled the air.
While watching this, the real Dylan was a bit shocked to find himself getting aroused. He felt it in his physical body, and brought his hand down, unsure if the erection was part of the sim...it wasn't. He had been with men before, but it had never felt like this. Not so quick anyway.
He was suddenly quite jealous of the other captain. A simulation had no right to touch his engineer.
And Dylan Hunt decided, right then and there, to do something about it.
Harper closed his eyes, as the virtual Dylan broke the kiss, not seeing the *real* Captain 'disposing' of his virtual counterpart, and taking his place.
Dylan pushed Harper onto his back, laying beside him, his fingers stroking down Harper's chest, to his hips and back up again. "I want you."
"I want you too," Harper moaned. "That's why I programmed you."
"The real Dylan Hunt, he doesn't like you?"
Harper opened his eyes, a bit surprised. "I didn't program you to ask questions."
"I'm a part of Andromeda," Dylan said. "I have limited thought capabilities, no matter what you program me with."
This sounded feasible to Harper. "Okay. The real Dylan, he likes me, but not in the way I made you. I'm his friend, nothing more. Which is okay. He's a good man, but he likes Beka."
Dylan nearly burst out laughing, but stopped himself. Yes, he liked Beka, but not like *that*. He knew he had to choose his words carefully, basing them on what he was finding out. "Harper, if you know he likes Captain Valentine, then why did you create me? The purpose of virtual reality based holograms is to enhance the reality, not live a fantasy. Doesn't it hurt you, knowing that he has no interest in you? That he wants to bed Captain Valentine?"
"Well, I don't *know* if that's what he wants. He looks at her funny sometimes, and I get a little jealous when he does. No reason why he can't look at me like that."
"Haven't you ever told him how you feel? My basic programming tells me that that is what you should do. Perhaps he does like you. You won't know unless you ask."
"Yeah, and get a punch in the face for it." Harper looked away. "I tell him I want him, and he'll laugh at me. Or hate me. Or tell everyone that I made a fool out of myself." He turned back. "That's why I created you. So you'd love me, like I want him to."
"You love him?" Dylan asked.
"I think. You know, the first time I met him, I told Beka he looked like a Greek God, and he does. But it's more then that. He's kind, he doesn't talk down to me like other people do, he respects my decisions, respects *me*. Not too many people do that. They either think I'm too smart, which I am, of course, or I'm an asshole, which I can be at times."
"Maybe you underestimate him. Dylan Hunt is a very passionate man. I would think you should give him a chance."
"Look," Harper snapped, "why don't you cut the psycho-babble bullshit and do what I programmed you to. Just make love to me, and tell me what I want to hear."
'What did you program me to do, Seamus?' Dylan wondered. He thought about it for a brief moment, then smiled. "I love the way your eyes light up when you discover something new about Andromeda. I love it when you sit at the dinner table and pull the peas out of your vegetable mix, and throw them at Trance." He paused, considering his next words, but said them anyway. "I think I love *you*." He stroked his fingers over a nipple, smiling as Harper shuddered. "Should I make love to you Harper? Is that what you want?"
"Yes...."
In engineering, Dylan was teetering between fantasy and reality himself. Even immersed in VR, he had enough awareness to shift behind Harper, undoing the young man's pants, sliding them down ever so slightly, so he could slide his hand in, and stroke Harper's cock. The young man was so involved with his fantasy that he couldn't comprehend what was happening. Dylan held him close, feeling the warm flesh, making his own body quake with need.
By the lake, Harper was now naked, his eyes closed, letting the feelings overtake him. The kisses on his neck, moving down to his shoulders, first one then the other, hands moving around, caressing his chest, fingering his nipples.
"I *do* love you," Dylan moaned in his ear. "More then you can possibly imagine. Seamus, I want to make love to you, and I want to do it now."
Harper's eyes widened, and he pulled away. "Why did you call me that? I never programmed you to call me that. Only Harper."
Dylan thought quickly. "If Dylan were making love to you, I would think he would call you by your first name, wouldn't he?"
"You've never done that before. You always call me Harper."
'Damn,' Dylan thought. 'Dylan, you better watch what you say.' Aloud, "I told you, I have thought capabilities. And you told me to surprise you."
"Oh yeah, I did, didn't I. Well, surprise me some more."
"What would Dylan say to you? Would he talk softly, sweet words of love? Or would he tell you *exactly* what he wanted to do? Would he have a gentle touch, or would he give it to you rough?"
"Do what I programmed you to do." Harper took a breath. "Nothing more, nothing less."
'Great,' Dylan thought. 'Just great. I don't even know what he wants.'
"I do," Rommie said, standing beside them. She smiled at Dylan's look. "He can't hear me, you know. This is *my* world. I know your thoughts in here. I know everything. Don't worry. I'm not going to stay long, and I won't intrude on you. I will tell you that he wants you to be gentle with him, to caress him, touch him softly, whisper..." she thought for a moment. "...sweet nothings in his ear. At least that's what he programmed the virtual Dylan to do. He wants to be loved."
'I think I can manage that.'
"If anyone can, you can. I'll see you later." She hesistated for a moment, wondering briefly what it would be like to join with them, but instead dematerialized. She would have to ask Beka about these things later on.
"Let me possess you." The words came from the Captain's mouth, and he took a moment to focus, not believing he had said them. He kissed his way down Harper's body, covered Harper's cock, swallowing him deep, his head moving up and down, his tongue licking, his teeth nibbling the head. He was a man possessed himself at this point, wanting nothing more then Harper. As Harper slid his legs over Dylan's shoulders, the captain grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper, causing Harper to start to writhe.
"Dylan please...." Harper was whimpering, holding Dylan by the hair, fucking his mouth, while Dylan continued to suck him. This was pure lust, something he had never felt, with anyone. Dylan released the cock abruptly, and pulled Harper's ass to his mouth, kissing Harper' cheeks, spreading him, his tongue licking the crack.
"Whaaa....?" Harper' voice was one of surprise.
"Never been touched like this before?" Dylan began to lap at the tight hole.
"I didn't program you to....oh yessss...." Harper's head fell back as Dylan pushed his tongue inside.
The real Dylan found himself undoing his pants, easing Harper's down further, kneading his cheeks, rubbing his cock along the crack. He slid a finger in, slowly moving it, feeling Harper relax, and adding another. Harper was moving in rhythm with him....
At the same moment, the virtual Captain gave one last lick, easing a finger in, licking his lips as his eyes met Harper's. "I told you...my programming helps me evolve. Do you want more?"
"Please. Do it to me some more," Harper whispered, pushing his ass to Dylan's mouth again. Dylan obliged, and soon had Harper thrashing about, his tongue and fingers fucking him, bringing Harper to the edge and back, again and again. One last time, and Dylan moved back, letting Harper' legs slide from his shoulders, pushing them against Harper's chest. His cock was hard, and slid slowly inside, Dylan not taking his eyes from his newfound lover's face.
Harper's eyes met his, and he leered, clenching his ass, pulling Dylan deep inside him. He felt another thrust, and this time, he realized it had not come from the simulator.
He opened his eyes, looking into the eyes of the sim loving him. "Dylan?"
Dylan smiled at him. "Yes?"
"You're with me?"
"Yes."
"In engineering?"
"Yes."
"And in here?"
"Yes."
Harper pushed him away, immediately regretting the loss of contact, even though he was cognizant now, that it was only a fantasy. "How long?"
"Since you...had your clothes on." Dylan smiled, the softest smile Harper had ever seen. "I meant what I said. I'm in love with you. I don't know how, or when, but at some point I fell...hard. And, judging from this elaborate program, you feel the same way." He kissed Harper softly. "You want a Dylan who will be gentle with you, caress you, touch you softly, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear."
Harper narrowed his eyes. "How did you know that?"
"Rommie told me." Dylan shrugged. "She knows all that goes on in *her* world. She said that's what you programmed the virtual Dylan to do."
"I guess you're not the 'gentle, caressing, touch me softly, whisper in my ear', kind of guy, huh?"
Dylan sighed. "I'm the kind of guy who wants out of here...the man that wants to feel you...*really* feel you."
Harper nodded, allowing himself to be pulled into a last virtual kiss....
Dylan's grip tightened around his waist, and Harper found himself, a moment later, held within two strong arms, a warm body against his own, a hard cock inside him. They were no longer connected to the VRS, and the pleasure in his ass was almost overwhelming.
A hard thrust. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes."
"Better then the sim?"
"Much."
"We're very monosyllabic, aren't we?"
"Would Gettysburg's address be more appropriate?"
Dylan stopped what he was doing, stilling himself, withdrawing from Harper. Harper turned, finally meeting the *real* Dylan's eyes.
"If you don't want this, I won't force you...although I think I already did." Dylan dropped his eyes for a moment, then looked up again, meeting Harper's.
Harper saw it right then, in Dylan's eyes. Something he hadn't seen in a long time.
Love. Pure and simple.
Whatever he decided, Dylan would respect his choice. If he said no, Dylan would do just that, leave him alone. If he said yes....
Dylan opted to take a chance and leaned in for a kiss. Harper met his lips, devouring Dylan's mouth, making Dylan moan. Both men dropped to their knees, and Dylan slid his hand around Harper's neck, pulling his mouth close. "I'll be very gentle with you." A soft kiss, his free hand stroking up and down Harper's arm. "I can caress you." Fingertips on Harper's chest, brushing the nipples. "Touch you softly." Fingers sliding down Harper's abdomen, then up again, twirling the nipples, feeling them harden. He leaned in to Harper's ear, nibbling on the lobe. "Whisper sweet nothings in your ear." Dylan blew hot breath in Harper's ear, and the blond trembled. "Do you want me?"
Harper leaned in, whispering in Dylan's ear. "So bad I can taste it."
Dylan took a deep breath, moved away again, and pulled up his pants. "Come to my quarters in a half hour."
"Huh?"
"You heard me."
Harper was a little confused at this point, but nodded. "Okay."
Thirty minutes later, Harper was standing outside Dylan's room, unsure if he should walk in or not. Taking a deep breath, he entered, and heard the door lock behind him. "I guess he doesn't want to be disturbed." He walked through the living area, into the next room, a room he had never seen. Dylan's bedroom. The door whooshed shut behind him, and he froze. This was *definitely* not what Seamus Harper expected.
Instead of the romantic candlelit table with food, there was a bare table, a deck of cards sitting atop it, some chips, and a bottle of..."JACK *FUCKING* DANIELS!" He almost flew to the table, and picked the bottle up.
Dylan snatched it. "There are two shot glasses...use them."
Harper grabbed the bottle back. "Where did you get this?" He opened it, and filled both glasses.
"There are places on this ship, that you haven't begun to discover yet." They both knocked back a shot.
"And the cards?" Harper asked, pouring them another.
"Strip poker." Dylan grinned, and shot number two was gone.
Harper grinned back, and sat down. Shot number three was poured. "Deal 'em."
Dylan shuffled, dealt them each five cards, and shot number three bit the dust. Harper looked at his cards, said "three," throwing three back to him.
Dylan nodded. "Dealer takes two."
"Read them and cry," Harper giggled. He turned up three Queens and two Jacks.
"Beats me," Dylan shrugged, collected the cards, and took off his shirt.
Harper bit his lower lip in anticipation and Dylan licked his lips.
Dylan didn't say a word, another hand was played, and this time Dylan lost a shoe. More hands, and Dylan lost his other shoe, followed by his socks, pants, and, finally, his underwear.
Harper grinned at him. "You lose."
Dylan stood up, standing behind Harper, bending down, and leaving a trail of kisses along Harper's shoulder, to his neck, up to his ear. "No," he whispered, "I win."
Dylan pulled Harper's shirt off, and slid his hands over Harper's shoulders, down his chest, teasing each nipple to hardness. He lay his palms flat, stroking down Harper's abdomen, and back up. Shifting back, he gave Harper one last kiss on the neck, before pulling him to his feet. Harper's hands moved to his pants, but Dylan got there first. He pulled Harper's hands away, "not yet," turning him around, cupping his chin, stroking his fingers along Harper's cheek, across his lips. Sliding his hand around the back of Harper's neck, he pulled their mouths close, touching his lips to Harper's...the feeling was arousing to the extreme this time. Dylan's tongue slid inside Harper's mouth, while his hands deftly undid Harper's pants. Kneeling, he peeled Harper's pants down, the young man bracing his hands on Dylan's shoulders, as his legs were about to give out on him. Harper stepped out of his pants, and Dylan's hands immediately went to his waist, holding him steady. "I won't let you fall."
"I know." Harper swallowed hard. "Please love me...show me how much you...." The rest of the words were lost as his cock was swallowed. His vision blurred, his breathing deepened, and his legs grew wobbly. "Can't stand anymore." He felt himself falling to his knees, Dylan's hands tightening on his waist, the mouth not leaving his cock. Pushed back, fingers slowly caressing up his legs. "Touch me like you did when...."
Dylan knew what Harper wanted, bringing his mouth up to the tip of the hard cock, swirling his tongue around it. Turning Harper over, he laid a bite on each cheek, before lightly licking the crack. Harper pushed back, but Dylan stopped what he was doing. "Just relax. Let me take my time. It's more pleasurable that way." His tongue returned, dipping deeper, and Harper screamed when the two fingers entered simultaneously. "Better then the sim, huh?" He got a whimper in reply. "I'll take that as a yes." The hands now moved to his waist, pulling Harper to his knees, shifting back to his ass, spreading the cheeks even further. A bite to each cheek, before Dylan's tongue returned, licking, sucking, doing just about everything to bring Harper pleasure. Dylan pulled back, draping himself over the smaller man, biting his shoulder. He heard Harper whimper again, his mouth moving to an ear, whispering, "I want you...want you so bad. Let me have you...*please*."
"Anything...anything...just don't stop loving me...please don't stop."
"I'll always love you Seamus. Never doubt that." Dylan shifted, moving to his haunches, his cock so hard it was almost painful. Not taking his eyes from Harper, he groped around, finally snagging the lube. While one hand stroked the cleft, the other opened the tube, squeezing the gel onto his fingers. One slowly slid in, working its way in and out, before being joined by a second. Pushing deeply, Dylan knew he'd found *that* spot when Harper screamed and shoved back against his fingers. "You are so tight...so hot." A third finger slid inside, fingers scissoring, spreading Harper wide before him. Dylan leaned over him again. "Gonna fuck you now...shove that big cock up your tight hole...tell me how much you want it...how much you need it...need *me*."
Harper turned his head, meeting Dylan's eyes. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. So he did the only thing he could...he lifted his ass high, impaling those fingers as deeply as he could, crying out as his prostate was touched again. Dylan's fingers left him then, and he couldn't help the tear that suddenly came from his eye.
"Oh...oh no, Seamus, I'm not leaving you." Dylan smiled, showing Harper the tube, squeezing more gel onto his fingers, stroking his cock. "I don't want to hurt you." Harper's cheeks in his palms again, he slowly eased inside, stopping each time Harper tensed. Leaning down again, whispering, "Never hurt you," he eased further in, finally sheathing himself. "You have the tightest ass I have *ever* felt. I could stay like this forever and a day." Watching as Harper's eyes widened, he grinned. "But I won't...." He pulled out a bit, sliding in again, one hand holding on to Harper's cheek, the other sliding up and down his back. "Oh yeah...oh God...." Both hands on Harper's hips now, Dylan pulled out, slamming back in, hearing his balls slap against Harper's ass. Angling his thrusts, he found Harper's prostate again, grinning as the younger man howled. Concentrating, he hit that spot with each push, holding Harper tighter, watching his cock move in and out. He was on the edge, chewing his lip so hard he drew blood. One hand finally moved, wrapping itself around Harper's swollen cock, jerking hard and fast, in rhythm with his movements in Harper's body. "Gonna cum now...want you...with me...ohhh...Seamus...with me now...oh God!" He couldn't hold it any longer. One final thrust, his cum bathing Harper's insides, and he felt the cum in his hand, felt Harper spilling his seed. He fell over Harper, his arms around Harper's body, kisses over Harper's back. "Never...never felt like that before. I think it's what they call pure bliss...pure pleasure." He finally moved, wincing as he removed his cock from the heat that had surrounded it.
Harper crawled to the bed, using the last of his strength to climb into it, still catching his breath. He reached out his hand, pulling Dylan beside him, snuggling into the larger man's arms. "Can we cuddle for a while?"
Dylan gave him a smile, brushing his fingertips along Harper's cheek. "I like to cuddle."
"Only with me?" Harper asked, very softly.
"Only with you," Dylan answered, a gentle kiss to Harper's mouth. "Sleep for a little while, then maybe you can return the favor."
"I love you Dylan," Harper said quietly, almost questioningly.
"I know Seamus." Dylan felt Harper stiffen a bit, and held him closer. "I love you too." He felt Harper relax again, and smiled. "Forever and always."
FIN