TITLE: Night Watch
AUTHOR: Brit
STATUS:
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Harper/Tyr
SUMMARY: Chapter 6b The Happy Ending – Warning explicit sex – the ending that some readers have requested.
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Andromeda or any of her characters mentioned in this story. If I did own these two guys I would have a permanent very big grin on my face.
That boy is impossible; he was told that Dylan wanted to leave the Drift as quickly as possible. He insisted on going alone to pick up engineering supplies, muttering something about a contact that would only deal with him.
I've tried to speak to him, he avoids me, and he spends all his time locked in the machine shop or in the engine room. He hardly eats or sleeps. I can see by the way the others look at me that they blame me for his condition. Each of them in turn has told me to sort the problem out. I don't think they know what exactly the problem is, except for Rommie of course. She has known everything from the beginning, Harper may be a genius but even he can't block knowledge from a sentient ship.
Beka is outwardly furious when he fails to return. However, I can see the underlying worry in her face and hear it in her voice. Dylan will not leave without one of his crewmembers that is an attitude that he will pay dearly for one day, although in this case I agree with him.
Trance came rushing into the command deck to tell us that Harper's belongings were missing; she had a flexi that he'd left for her. He hadn't recorded much, just how sorry he was to let everyone down and a request not to look for him. Of course look for him is exactly what we did.
It was fate that I should be the one to find him. He was in a filthy alley being attacked by Nightsiders. He was putting up a valiant fight. The bodies of two of the aliens lay on the alley floor but he was being attacked by two more.
They had got in a few hits of their own; the left side of his shirt was drenched in blood. The look on Harper's face when he saw me will stay in my memory for the rest of my life.
I grasped the Nightsiders from behind, one in each hand. With a swift movement I snapped their necks and threw their twitching bodies to the ground. That is how I deal with vermin.
Harper swayed in front of me, unsteady on his feet but still alive. He looked up at me, a shadow of his usual insolent grin curving his lips. "What took you so long," he said, before the colour drained from his face and his eyes closed. I managed to catch him before he fell.
I cradled him in my arms and ran for the Andromeda. "I am sorry boy," I said. I doubted that he could hear me. As soon as we were on board I shouted for Trance to get to the medical bay. She worked on the unconscious boy for a few minutes then looked up at me and smiled. "He'll be fine Tyr, he's got a couple of nasty gashes and has lost a little blood but nothing life threatening."
I was sitting on my bed reading when he came to my quarters. I had half hoped; half feared that he would do so. He walked in hesitantly and stood in front of me.
"Tyr, we have to resolve this," he said. "You must know by now that I want you desperately but I will understand if you don't feel the same way about me. It's very likely that the thought of sex with another man, especially with me repels you, if that is the case then we can forget this conversation ever happened."
I gave Harper a tentative half smile. "I have never been with another man, but when I kissed you I have to admit that I felt intense desire for you along with a curiosity to experience more."
"Will you trust me," he said softly? I nodded my agreement. He walked over to me and kissed me passionately, searching for my tongue with his. I responded tasting the sweetness of his mouth. He broke away smiling at my reaction.
He produced a scarf. "Now I am going to blindfold you." After a moments hesitation I told him to go ahead. He fixed the scarf over my eyes. "Right," he said, "I am going to be your teacher. There are two rules; firstly you can stop me at any time if you don't want to go any further. Secondly you are not allowed to touch me, not at all. Just experience and hopefully enjoy."
"Boy," I started to say but he stopped me.
"Just thought of a third rule," he sniggered, "don't call me boy, I'm not a boy, I'm a man as you will soon find out."
He undressed me slowly, caressing every part of my body. I was erect before he finished removing my clothes. He did things to me with his mouth, tongue and hands that I have never experienced before. Twice I came to a shuddering, screaming climax and still he managed to make me hard again. I am sure that the rest of the crew could hear my cries but I didn't care.
He was the most skilful lover I have ever had. He brought me to the edge once more then stopped. "OK, first lesson over, it's your turn now let's see how much you've learned." He took the blindfold off; he was standing at the side of the bed. I had never seen him naked before, in fact I don't think I have ever seen him without his shirt on. His body was a surprise to me. He was slightly built but not puny. His left arm and shoulder were bandaged and his body showed the purplish black marks of bruising from the fight. His skin was pale and he had scars that could only have been caused by magog claws but that just added to his beauty. I was surprised that he was so well endowed. I had never seen another man's erection before; he was magnificent. He saw me looking at him and actually blushed.
I pulled him to me. I took him in my mouth, relishing the hardness and taste of him. I proceeded to put into practice all he had taught me. I believe that I proved to be an apt pupil, if his cries and moans were anything to go by. We spent most of that night learning each other's bodies, giving each other pleasure. I didn't want the night to end but I knew deep inside me that this was just the first of many nights.
We were finally satiated, he was exhausted, I had forgotten in my eagerness that he was only human and that he'd been injured earlier that day. I held him in my arms, his breathing deepened and his eyes started to close in sleep. He smiled at me, "I love you Tyr," he said drowsily.
"I love you too Seamus," I replied. I had never said those words to anyone before; I had never called him by his first name before. I knew that I would be doing both many more times.
He sighed contentedly and fell into a deep peaceful sleep. I was happy just to lie and watch him. He looked so young, all the worry and pain of the past few weeks had left his face.
I have only cried once before in my life, those tears were for sorrow, the tears I shed that night were for joy.
AUTHOR: Brit
STATUS:
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: Harper/Tyr
SUMMARY: Chapter 6b The Happy Ending – Warning explicit sex – the ending that some readers have requested.
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Andromeda or any of her characters mentioned in this story. If I did own these two guys I would have a permanent very big grin on my face.
That boy is impossible; he was told that Dylan wanted to leave the Drift as quickly as possible. He insisted on going alone to pick up engineering supplies, muttering something about a contact that would only deal with him.
I've tried to speak to him, he avoids me, and he spends all his time locked in the machine shop or in the engine room. He hardly eats or sleeps. I can see by the way the others look at me that they blame me for his condition. Each of them in turn has told me to sort the problem out. I don't think they know what exactly the problem is, except for Rommie of course. She has known everything from the beginning, Harper may be a genius but even he can't block knowledge from a sentient ship.
Beka is outwardly furious when he fails to return. However, I can see the underlying worry in her face and hear it in her voice. Dylan will not leave without one of his crewmembers that is an attitude that he will pay dearly for one day, although in this case I agree with him.
Trance came rushing into the command deck to tell us that Harper's belongings were missing; she had a flexi that he'd left for her. He hadn't recorded much, just how sorry he was to let everyone down and a request not to look for him. Of course look for him is exactly what we did.
It was fate that I should be the one to find him. He was in a filthy alley being attacked by Nightsiders. He was putting up a valiant fight. The bodies of two of the aliens lay on the alley floor but he was being attacked by two more.
They had got in a few hits of their own; the left side of his shirt was drenched in blood. The look on Harper's face when he saw me will stay in my memory for the rest of my life.
I grasped the Nightsiders from behind, one in each hand. With a swift movement I snapped their necks and threw their twitching bodies to the ground. That is how I deal with vermin.
Harper swayed in front of me, unsteady on his feet but still alive. He looked up at me, a shadow of his usual insolent grin curving his lips. "What took you so long," he said, before the colour drained from his face and his eyes closed. I managed to catch him before he fell.
I cradled him in my arms and ran for the Andromeda. "I am sorry boy," I said. I doubted that he could hear me. As soon as we were on board I shouted for Trance to get to the medical bay. She worked on the unconscious boy for a few minutes then looked up at me and smiled. "He'll be fine Tyr, he's got a couple of nasty gashes and has lost a little blood but nothing life threatening."
I was sitting on my bed reading when he came to my quarters. I had half hoped; half feared that he would do so. He walked in hesitantly and stood in front of me.
"Tyr, we have to resolve this," he said. "You must know by now that I want you desperately but I will understand if you don't feel the same way about me. It's very likely that the thought of sex with another man, especially with me repels you, if that is the case then we can forget this conversation ever happened."
I gave Harper a tentative half smile. "I have never been with another man, but when I kissed you I have to admit that I felt intense desire for you along with a curiosity to experience more."
"Will you trust me," he said softly? I nodded my agreement. He walked over to me and kissed me passionately, searching for my tongue with his. I responded tasting the sweetness of his mouth. He broke away smiling at my reaction.
He produced a scarf. "Now I am going to blindfold you." After a moments hesitation I told him to go ahead. He fixed the scarf over my eyes. "Right," he said, "I am going to be your teacher. There are two rules; firstly you can stop me at any time if you don't want to go any further. Secondly you are not allowed to touch me, not at all. Just experience and hopefully enjoy."
"Boy," I started to say but he stopped me.
"Just thought of a third rule," he sniggered, "don't call me boy, I'm not a boy, I'm a man as you will soon find out."
He undressed me slowly, caressing every part of my body. I was erect before he finished removing my clothes. He did things to me with his mouth, tongue and hands that I have never experienced before. Twice I came to a shuddering, screaming climax and still he managed to make me hard again. I am sure that the rest of the crew could hear my cries but I didn't care.
He was the most skilful lover I have ever had. He brought me to the edge once more then stopped. "OK, first lesson over, it's your turn now let's see how much you've learned." He took the blindfold off; he was standing at the side of the bed. I had never seen him naked before, in fact I don't think I have ever seen him without his shirt on. His body was a surprise to me. He was slightly built but not puny. His left arm and shoulder were bandaged and his body showed the purplish black marks of bruising from the fight. His skin was pale and he had scars that could only have been caused by magog claws but that just added to his beauty. I was surprised that he was so well endowed. I had never seen another man's erection before; he was magnificent. He saw me looking at him and actually blushed.
I pulled him to me. I took him in my mouth, relishing the hardness and taste of him. I proceeded to put into practice all he had taught me. I believe that I proved to be an apt pupil, if his cries and moans were anything to go by. We spent most of that night learning each other's bodies, giving each other pleasure. I didn't want the night to end but I knew deep inside me that this was just the first of many nights.
We were finally satiated, he was exhausted, I had forgotten in my eagerness that he was only human and that he'd been injured earlier that day. I held him in my arms, his breathing deepened and his eyes started to close in sleep. He smiled at me, "I love you Tyr," he said drowsily.
"I love you too Seamus," I replied. I had never said those words to anyone before; I had never called him by his first name before. I knew that I would be doing both many more times.
He sighed contentedly and fell into a deep peaceful sleep. I was happy just to lie and watch him. He looked so young, all the worry and pain of the past few weeks had left his face.
I have only cried once before in my life, those tears were for sorrow, the tears I shed that night were for joy.