This is my first attempt at writing a Covenant fanfic. This is SLASH. So, keep that in mind when you read. :^) With that being said, I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are welcome, of course. :^) OH... and this is rated M for a reason. The setting takes place right after the movie.

Xo Xo,
Anneryn

I DO NOT OWN THE COVENANT OR THE CHARACTERS… But don't I wish.
Music Credit: "Savior" – Rise Against

Tyler's POV

I sighed as I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by darkness. My body jumped with an unexplained alertness. My eyes scanned the room as I tried to slow my breathing. What the hell is going on here? I reached nervously for my cell phone on my bedside table. Damn it! I can't see a damn thing. It's too dark. I finally found my phone. I grabbed it and started to dial Caleb's number. This is the fifth time that this has happened in the past two nights.

I squinted down at my phone so I could see what numbers I was pressing. I sat up and could feel my breathing stop. I was face to face with a darkling.

"Who sent you?" I asked in a low, deep voice. The contorted shadow didn't answer me. Instead, its features contorted further, and its face began to bleed together. It crept closer, mouthing something. I felt a static surge through my body. I concentrated on the darkling and stared at it. I felt the power flow through me and my eyes turn black.

"Tell me." I commanded, in a menacing tone. The sickly shade smiled. Its mouth opened and ashes spewed from its mouth.

"You will never know." It growled before fading. I let go of the power and felt my heart racing and became suddenly aware of the cold sweat that covered my body. I finished dialing Caleb's number without really thinking about it, and held the phone to my ear.

"Pick up." I muttered to myself, listening to the ringing. I heard soft breath across the line.

"Tyler," I heard Caleb say in a gruff voice. Any other time, and his voice… like that, would make me hard.

"Another darkling, Caleb," I told him. I heard Caleb growl in annoyance.

"Who the fuck could be doing this? It's not one of us, Tyler. And Chase… he's been gone." Caleb said, quietly.

"I don't know, man. If I knew…" I started to say.

"Yeah, I know." Caleb cut me off. I sighed. There was a reason that Caleb is the leader. He always knew exactly what to do… more or less. I can't imagine what I would do without him. But, I can't always talk to him. He's always consumed about the thoughts in his mind. Sometimes everything else that on his mind set gets blocked out. And sometimes that means me.

"Listen, I'll…. I'll see you tomorrow Caleb. Try to get some sleep." I told him. Caleb sighed.

"Tyler, you know I didn't mean it like that." Caleb apologized. I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me.

"Don't sweat it." I told him. I ended the phone call before he could say anything else. I sighed. I dialed another number, hoping that this call would go differently. I heard confused breathing on the other end before I heard a voice.

"Baby boy?" Pogue asked, confused.

"I saw another darkling tonight, Pogue. This is just getting worse." I told Pogue. I heard him exhaled angrily.

"Who the fuck could be doing this?" Pogue asked.

"How can we stop it?" I asked Pogue. He exhaled.

"Tyler, I'm not sure if we can, not now… at least." Pogue told me, grudgingly. I sighed.

"I know." I sighed.

"I don't want you staying there alone, tonight. Come over here." Pogue said.

"Pogue, I'll be fine." I told him.

"Either you get your ass over here, or I'm going to come over there and drag your ass here." Pogue said, completely serious.

"Fine." I told him, knowing that he wasn't bluffing.

"You don't need to stay in an empty house." Pogue added.

"Alright, I'm coming… mother." I told him. I heard him chuckle as I hung up the phone. Why couldn't Caleb have been more like Pogue…? Why am I always asking myself the same question? Not that Caleb would ever consider…

I shook my head and pulled on my discarded from earlier, and grabbed a wife beater off of my dresser. I walked over to my closet, and opened it. I grabbed a bag and tossed it on the floor behind me. I keep an overnight bag packed… after what happened with Chase, we decided we could never be too prepared. If it ever got bad enough... we could have to leave Ipswich. I pulled on some shoes and grabbed a jacket and my keys.

I told Francois, that I was going to Pogue's. He was more of a father to me than my father has been. He stopped being just a butler so long ago. I hugged him and left.

Once I got into the hummer, I cranked the music to try and take my mind off of everything.

'There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place and there is no time like the present, to drink these draining seconds.
But seldom do these words ring true and I'm constantly failing you...'

I turned the music louder and otherwise drove in silence. The drive went quickly enough.

'And the day pressed on like crushing weights, for no man does it ever wait...
Like memories of dying days that deafen us like hurricanes...

'Bathed in flames we held a prayer - uncurled each finger in your hand - pressed into the flesh like sand...
Now do you understand?'

I pulled just outside of Pogue's house and waited for the gates to open. I drove up the long, winding driveway leading up to his house. Honestly, we all come from old money. But I've always been in awe of this house. It is amazing, the perfect mesh of classic and modern architecture.

I grabbed my bag from the passenger's seat before turning off my car and parking. I locked it behind me and let myself into the house. I was greeted by Liza. She has to be the world's best cook and the nicest.

"And what are you up to Tyler?" Liza asked me, amused to see me. I gave her a shrug followed by a smile.

"You know me; I'm always up to no good." I told her. She chuckled and nodded.

"Give me a hug child, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." She said. I dropped my bag and hugged her. She smells like home. There is no other way to describe it. She knows how to make a person feel safe and she makes up for Pogue's lack of family around, just as Francois makes up for mine.

"It's been about a week, Lis. I think your age is finally getting to you." I teased as I quickly released her and stepped just out of reach. She gave me a playful glare.

"In my day, we respected our elders! We didn't tease them about their age… unless they were out of earshot. I tell you…" She said, smirking.

"You aren't old. And if anyone tells you any different, you have my permission to pelt them with a frying pan." I told her, grinning. She really isn't. I think she's in her early fifties. She chuckled.

"Pogue's upstairs. I'll bring something up in a bit." She told me. I gave her a quick smile and nodded before heading to Pogue's room. I walked up the staircase and down the hallway to Pogue's room. I gave his bedroom door a light knock before opening the door and closing it behind me.

Pogue looked up from what he was doing and then focused his attention back to his laptop, trying to finish whatever it was that he started. He was typing furiously and reading at the same time. Not many people knew this… In fact, besides Liza, I may be the only person who knows this, but Pogue is whole hell of a lot smarter than people give him credit for. His grades are as good as mine, and not to sounds cocky, but that's saying something. Not even Caleb's grades are that high.

Pogue turned off his laptop and shut it. He got up from his desk and walked towards me. His eyes are masked with something, I just can't tell what. He hides everything so well… when he tries to.

He took a step closer so I could feel his breath on my face. He looked at me closely and moved his mouth to my ear.

"I think you're overdressed." Pogue whispered. His voice sent shivers down my spine and made my nether regions tingle.

I looked at him and he smirked. I dragged my eyes across his body… He pulled on a pair of jeans. Typical Pogue. He's not wearing a shirt, or anything else. He never sleeps in anything other than underwear. He only sleeps in that much because of Liza and the rest of the live in help. I refrained from biting my lip in frustration. I shook my head and toed off my shoes. He laughed and placed a hand on my waist.

"Talk to me, Simms." He practically growled. I laughed this time. He smiled as I turned my attention back on him.

"About what, Perry?" I asked him. He smirked.

"Anything," he replied. I looked into up into his eyes. "What's going on in that mind of yours?" Pogue asked Tyler.

"Nothing I want to think about," I breathed. He gave me a mischievous look. I gave him a somewhat questioning look. He moved his hand a bit lower, nearly grazing my butt. His other hand slipped under my shirt and gently ran over my stomach, fingering my abs. I closed my eyes against his touch. Pogue knows how I feel about Caleb, but he also knows that there's something that keeps drawing me back to him.

Caleb may be oblivious to everything, but Pogue has never minded… The day he confronted me and asked what my feelings for Caleb were… was the day that this started. Pogue brought his lips crashing to mine the moment my words left my mouth. What we are… can't be classified as anything other than friends. But, I can't imagine not having him… the way that I do. He's so much for me… and he never lets me forget that I am the same for him. I'm still friends with Reid; he's my dearest friend. But, it's completely different than this.

I looked at Pogue. His movements along my stomach are making me focus on him, what's happening now. He gave me a slow smile.

"And what are you thinking about now, Baby Boy?" Pogue asked me. He moved his lips to my neck and started to nuzzle me. I groaned. He knows that my neck is my weak spot. He started sucking and I to bite my tongue to keep from moaning.

"Lis is downstairs…" I told him. He gave a low chuckle and made my body want him even more.

"If you're thinking about her, then I need to try harder." Pogue told me, against my neck. He slowly moved his hand from my back, to my butt. He took a step closer, so he was standing against me. He raked his teeth along my neck. I let a moan slip. I felt Pogue smile against my skin.

"What are you thinking about now, Baby Boy?" He asked me, slowly. I gasped. The things he does to me…

"She's coming up soon…" I started to tell him. He wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me as close to him as humanly possible. He moved his head to look at me. He looked into my eyes as he squeezed my ass. His eyes turned black and my shirt fell to the floor. No one else has ascended, so we can still use without consequence.

"Then we'll have to make this quick." Pogue said. I moved his face to mine and claimed his lips with my own. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, demanding entrance. He opened his mouth, welcoming my intrusion. I moved my tongue against his, slowly, savoring his taste. He began to wrestle with tongue, in our constant battle of dominance.

I moved a hand behind his neck, to keep his face cemented to mine. I snaked my other hand in between us and traveled his body. I felt his chest and moved them to his stomach, loving the feeling of warm muscle underneath them. Gradually, I found my way to his abdomen and slipped my fingers underneath his waist band and fumbled for the button to his jeans. He groaned at my touch. I lost patience and used to unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper.

He picked me up and we crashed onto the bed. He was on top… He's always on top. He moved his knee in between my legs and held himself up as his hands raked my sides. I groaned into his mouth. He used his knee to create friction between us. I moved my face away from his to breathe, and let a long moan slip. His eyes are glossed over with lust, and he gave me a look of satisfaction.

"I want you on fire, Baby Boy." He told me, as he moved his hand to my crotch, and rubbed slowly. He hips gave an involuntary buck. I groaned; he moved his hands faster, then slower. He made circles around the top of my hardness through my jeans. I gasped as he found his way into my pants and started stroking my length. I sucked my breath in and choked out a moan.

"I love the sounds you make, Baby." Pogue said as he moved his face to mine. He never stopped moving his hand. He moved his mouth to my ear and started nibbling as his thumb made slow circles on the head. I grunted.

"Ah, Baby Boy, moan for me." He moved his hand into my boxer-briefs and his movements got increasingly rougher. My back arched and I thrust into his hand. "Just like that, Baby." Pogue told me. His voice… that voice…. What it does to me… I stifled a scream as he started pumping me faster.

My body jerked as I heard footsteps on the stairs and travel down the hallway.

"P-Pogue," I tried to say. I groaned when he heard his name fall out of my mouth. "Pogue…" I moaned.

"I love it when you say my name, Baby Boy." Pogue said, strained.

"Pogue… I-I…. She's coming… I can… hear her…. St-stop." I choked out. It took Pogue a second to comprehend my words. He didn't stop fisting me. I cried out and he finally stilled his movements.

"I'll finish this, after she leaves." Pogue whispered as me brought his lips to mine.

He pulled away, slightly, and caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. He just made me harder. He released me and chuckled as we refastened my jeans. I closed my eyes and tried to get rid of my raging hard on. I used to get my shirt back on and my jeans in order… well, they were straining against my bulge. I sat up and looked at Pogue.

He smiled down at me and I looked him over. He looked just as hard as I was. I guess he'll have to wait to.

"You're the one who didn't want Lis to know." I told him. He shot me a quick glare and gave a low chuckle.

"If she doesn't know, already. You're not exactly quiet, Baby Boy." Pogue said, in a low voice.

"You don't like me staying quiet." I shot back.

"I like being the one that makes you crazy… I love making you moan. So, you being quiet doesn't really work for me." Pogue said in a throaty whisper.

He leaned forward and slid his tongue into my mouth. I tangled a hand in his hair and let my tongue invade his awaiting mouth. I groaned as he pulled away. He gave me a wicked grin before moving away from me and switching on the TV. I heard a light knock on the door.

"Come in." Pogue answered. Liza let herself in and smiled at us, almost knowingly. I honestly do think that she knows. But, I know that she'll never say anything until we say something first. She sat down a tray of food and some water down on Pogue's bedside table.

"Can I talk to you a moment, Pogue?" She asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, of course Lis." He told her. She smiled and led him out into the hallway.

I took a water bottle and held it to my crouch while I waited for them to come back into the room. After a few minutes I hard on was gone. I sighed in relief and laid the water next to me. Soon enough, they both came back into the room. Pogue gave her a small smile before Lis left. He shut and locked the door behind her. He looked at the TV and it turned itself off. He moved his hand and his stereo turned on. He doesn't want to be overheard…. We really should have thought of that last time.

"Baby Boy, she told me not to break your heart…" Pogue told me, amused. I chuckled.

"I told you that she knew." I told him, laughing. He shook his head.

"That's not all." He said. I gave him a questioning look. "She told me to have fun. Ha, only she would." He explained. I pulled him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I straddled him waist and moved, slowly.

"We should do what she told us to." I told him. Pogue smirked at me.

"Oh, and you're going to be in control." Pogue mused. I nodded. I tapped into my power and felt black cover my eyes. Pogue's jeans were gone in moments. He looked up at me, confused. I pulled his underwear down, slightly, and took him into my hand. He hissed at my touch. I started moving my hand up and down.

He closed his eyes and moved an arm across his forehead. His breathing increased and became steadily more rapid. Nothing sounds better than this.

"Should I stop?" I asked him. He shook his head. I started moving my hand faster. His body jerked and he tried not to buck his hips. He grunted. I moved my thumb roughly across the head. He let out a strangled cry. I looked at the stereo and music got louder.

"I want you to look at me." I told him in a low growl.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. I increased the speed and fisted him harder, and faster. His eyes started close and threw his head back. "Don't you dare." I told him. He pulled me down to him, and attacked my lips with his own. I opened my mouth before he could demand entrance. Our tongues went into a frenzy. His hand covered mine, making it move faster.

I pulled away and stopped moving. He groaned in irritation.

"Fuck, Tyler!" He exclaimed.

"No helping," I told him. He glared at me. I started moving my hand faster than before. I moved my mouth to his chest and left a trail of wet kisses. I made circular motions around his nipple with my tongue. He let out a throaty moan. I twisted his nipple in between my teeth and ran my tongue across the stop.

"Baby Boy… Fuck… Mmm…. God…" Pogue moaned in a choked voice.

I felt him start to pulsate. His back arched as he sprayed me. I slowed my movements as I let him ride out his bliss. He flipped our positions as he came off of his high. I moved my hand brought my fingers to his mouth. He sucked on them, lightly, cleaning them. I groaned. He pulled my hand from his mouth and used my mouth to replace them. He let his tongue roll around on mine, letting me taste him, on my tongue.

"It's your turn, Baby Boy." Pogue said, in an aroused voice. He pushed me onto my back and went to work. He yanked my jeans down, and my underwear. He kissed my lower stomach and let his mouth trail lower. I bucked against him when I felt him take me into his mouth.

I fought the urge to thrust into his mouth…. He took more of me into his mouth and started bobbing his head. He hummed, lightly. I grasped the bed sheets in my fingers, trying to refrain from bucking my hips. His hand fondled my balls as his mouth took care of the rest.

I didn't last long… not with how close I was to finishing before. I cried out his name as I felt myself come into his mouth. He moved and lay next to me. I tried to regulate my breathing.

"Pogue," I said, trying to catch my breath. "You didn't have to do that." I told him. He chuckled.

"I like the way you taste, Baby Boy." Pogue joked. I rolled my eyes. "Tomorrow we need to look into the darkling." Pogue decided. I nodded.

"Why not tonight?" I asked him.

"Because, Baby, we just got started." He said, smirking.

I hope you guys like it so far! This is going to be a multi-chapter fic. I can't promise weekly updates, but I will try and update as often as I can. Reviews are welcome! :~)

Xo Xo,
Anneryn