Disclaimer: Don't own, just playing with them. A girl can dream, though.
Warnings: sexual situations, slash, het, threesomes. Don't like, don't read!
Mine, All Mine
Tyr's head began to ache. If Harper didn't shut up he was sure he would kill him. Harper, oblivious to Tyr's annoyance, rambled on. "You know, Tyr, we need to fix Rommie's virtual regulators."
"Yes, Harper, I know. But if you don't shut up, Trance will have to fix you because I'm going to hurt you." He smiled at the look on Harper's face.
"Yeah, okay," Harper mumbled. There was about five seconds of silence. "Speaking of Trance, I didn't think she was your type."
"And, what is my type?" Tyr questioned. "You?"
"Well, yes, you know I am," Harper answered smartly. "And…"
He never finished the sentence, because Tyr had slammed him into the wall. Harper tried to push back but Tyr's muscular forearm kept him pinned in place. "You know I like it when you fight me." Tyr's voice came out in a soft whisper, sending shivers down Harper's spine. "Yeah, I know," he answered breathlessly and struggled a bit more for effect. "What are you going to do?" Harper asked.
"Harper, I told you if you didn't shut up that I was going to hurt you. You didn't, so now I am."
The steel wall felt cool on Harper's cheek, but even cooler on his cock as Tyr yanked the smaller man's pants down. "That's cold!" he yelped. "But it will get hot," Tyr vowed. He snaked his arm around Harper's waist and wrapped his fingers gently around his cock. Harper moaned as the Nietzschean pumped his hand up and down.
"Do you like that?" Tyr whispered. Harper moaned again. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Do. You. Like. That?" He squeezed harder.
"Yes," Harper groaned, "I like it."
"And what else do you like?"
"You. In me." Tyr slipped a finger into Harper's ass. "Like that?"
"No." A second finger slipped in. Harper groaned. Then a third was added. "Like that?" Tyr asked as one hand pumped Harper's cock and the other worked his ass. "No, Tyr, you know how," Harper groaned in pleasure, as well as frustration.
"Ask me," Tyr said.
"Please."
"Beg me," Tyr commanded.
"Tyr, please," Harper groaned as the Nietzschean continued to work his cock. "Again."
"Please," Harper whined.
"Please what Harper?" Tyr smiled as the young engineer squirmed between him and the wall. "Fuck me," Harper ground out.
Tyr undid his pants and released his cock, already hard from Harper's movements. He rubbed it between Harper's cheeks. Harper pushed back. Tyr paused. "Yes.."
"Now, Tyr, now please. I'm begging you!" In one quick motion Harper was impaled on Tyr's cock. He screamed and Tyr clamped a hand over his mouth. "I told you I was going to hurt you, "he whispered into Harper's ear, "but you like it, don't you?"
Harper nodded slowly. Tyr moved Harper's hands up, placing then above his head on the wall. "Don't move them," Tyr commanded. He then grabbed Harper's hips and began to drive into him, making Harper moan and pant.
Tyr was close to orgasm, but slowed himself down. "Do you give this to anyone else?" Harper's hands dropped as he tried to turn around. "What do you mean?" A hand flew to his throat, forcing his head back. Tyr's voice was low and menacing. "I told you not to move."
Harper was a little scared, but very turned on. Tyr's gripped tightened a bit and he felt the lump in Harper's throat move as he swallowed. "Do you do this with Captain Hunt?" he asked slowly.
Harper would have smiled if he knew Tyr wouldn't strangle him. So the big bad Nietzschean was jealous of Dylan. Harper thought about messing with him, but the ever increasing pressure on his neck told him not to. "No," Harper finally answered.
Tyr's hand didn't move, but the pressure lessened. "Don't. Ever." Harper felt Tyr's mouth on the back of his neck. Felt the small bites and gave into the pleasure they caused. "I am the only man who will touch you. Do you understand?" Harper nodded.
"No, I don't believe that you do." Tyr moved his hand up and down Harper's cock in rhythm with his own thrusting into Harper's ass. "I fill you up," Tyr spat out as he rammed Harper. Harper groaned as pleasure coursed through his body. "I make you come." Again he slammed into the younger man's body. Harper felt his balls tighten. "This is mine," Tyr stated as he gave a final thrust.
The spasms of Tyr's orgasm sent Harper over the edge and he came all over the wall. He slumped, panting, and Tyr caught him in his strong arms. He leaned in to Harper's face and brushed his lips softly across his. He looked straight in Harper's eyes. "Do you understand now?" he asked softly.
"Yeah," Harper nodded, "no late night visits to Dylan." Harper felt sated and his humor was returning. "But what about Beka and Trance?" he grinned.
A smile slowly crossed Tyr's lips. "Perhaps that can be arranged."