Title: Perfect
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: none really
Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda and have never claimed otherwise. I just borrowed Harper and a little bit of Tyr.

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Sometimes he thought about what it would be like to be Nietchiean. Top of the food chain, the big dog able to piss on all the little ones.

He watched Tyr some days and felt this aching, burning in his belly. It wasn't quite jealousy, but it was almost as ugly. It was as though he wanted to possess the Alpha, wanted to rip the mind out of him and put his own in Tyr's place, to wear that body like a suit of clothes, make it his own.

He could imagine walking around in Tyr's perfect body. He would never have to be afraid again, 'cause no one could ever hurt him. He wouldn't be a weak Kludge, but something to fear.

Because even though he had lived his whole life pretty low down on the beanpole, he knew from what the voices constantly whispering dialogue in the back of his head said that if he ever came into a position of power he wouldn't exactly be a just and fair leader. He'd been kicked one too many times to just let it go and a viciousness had grown up in him. He didn't get to show it because nearly everyone could kick his ass, but it was there, and if he could get away with it…

But he wasn't going to think about anything like that, 'cause he was never gonna be put in charge. Nobody really trusted him enough for that, because it was pretty much a given that he would make the wrong choice if it came down to it.

Standing naked in the shower with the water switched off, he focused his entire mind on the perfect body of Tyr. All that dark skin rippling with muscles, gleaming with sweat and oil. He could almost taste that huge cock in his mouth, and it made his mouth water.

Even though he didn't particularly like Tyr, he couldn't help lusting after him. He'd been knocked down too many times to ever be Tyr's best friend, but he could stand to be in the same room with the guy, and not just because he was fucking gorgeous. No, it was because Tyr sometimes stepped out of his cardboard cutout persona and acted like a human being, cracking jokes and smiling, actually being pleasant to be around.

Though, no matter how friendly Tyr was some days, Harper still couldn't completely trust him. Too many Nietcheans had fucked Harper over for him to just let it go like a good little boy. A part of him still screamed for a revenge he was never gonna get.

Sex had always been a catch-as-catch-can sort of deal with him. He enjoyed sticking his dick into things and letting other people stick their appendages into him. What had happened to him at the hands of Nietcheans when he was younger though… that wasn't sex. That was pain and degradation and wanting to die. He had walked away those times feeling dirty all the way down where no one should have ever been able to touch.

He still remembered curling up around himself on the floor sobbing like a baby. He still remembered those cold eyes watching him in judgmental silence, or worse, the times when they'd laughed and shoved a boot in his gut to force up the last bit of food he'd eaten.

Sex like that hadn't been any kind of pleasure and he wished he could just forget it, but he couldn't, because somewhere in his head, he was still curled up and crying. Sometimes he woke up from dreams and thought he could still taste the blood and despair. He hated those times.

So even while he jacked off thinking about Tyr's ripply, muscular arms, or his washboard abs, or his big legs and strong, smooth back, he could never forget what Tyr was.

Inhuman. Monster. "Perfect."

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