Captive Entanglements 9/?
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. Don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
A Captive Audience
"Why would that Alpha of the Sabra-Jaguar Pride be consorting with a kludge?" The Dragan asked disdainfully as he stepped close to the blonde engineer. Harper forced his traitorous body to stay put as the Nietzschean towered over him. "And such a scrawny one at that."
Harper was not comfortable and began shaking slightly as the Dragan leered at him, looking him up and down lewdly.
"Although I am sure he does have his uses."
"He is mine!" Tyr snarled angrily stepping between the human and the imposing Nietzschean.
He himself didn't plan claiming Harper as his mate, but watching the larger man leer at Harper who tried to keep his own face impassive, goaded Tyr into taking action. While no one that was familiar with the cocky engineer would ever claim him to be sedate, Harper had been the poster-child for calm when the Nietzschean began leering at him.
Surprisingly this angered Tyr even though he knew the reason behind the annoying mud foot's actions. Harper was simply doing what Tyr told him to do. Survive. Tyr was a little off-balance watching Harper submissively avert his eyes to the Dragan scum that had managed to capture them, in a vain attempt to escape notice.
"And you are?" The Nietzschean asked disdainfully, looking at Tyr as if he was the lowest form of scum he had ever seen. As far as their captor was concerned there was a fine difference between slating your lust with a mud foot slave and claiming an inferior kludge as a mate.
"I am Tyr Anastazi out of Victoria by Babarosa. Alpha of Kodiak Pride." Tyr answered forcefully. "Who exactly are you?"
"You are in no position to question me, Kodiak. But since it pleases me to tell you… I am Maledor Prade out of Sedaca by Efigy." Prade introduced himself with a mocking bow to Tyr. "Now, what exactly are you doing here on Bolivar's ship?"
''We are paying him to transport us to Sinti." Tyr answered casually while stepping back towards Harper and putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Don't expect to make it to Sinti." One of Prade's men sneered.
"What is your mate's name?" Prade asked, stalking around Tyr and Harper, looking them over carefully.
"Harper." Tyr told him, tightening his grip on Harper as he stiffened while Prade continued to look them over.
"Very well." Prade acknowledged. "We will continued this later. Take them to the brig on the Spaded Gin."
"This way." A short stocky black-haired man with a ponytail told them pointing his gun in their direction.
Harper, Tyr and Bolivar's crew followed the guards cautiously aboard the Dragan's ship. Harper looked at Tyr questioningly when the started to pet Harper's arm, which Tyr conveniently ignored. His concentration was focused on the guards surrounding them, and one in particular who was staring at Harper in disgust. Tyr glared menacingly at the guard pulling Harper close for a moment before continuing on toward the brig.
"I won't let anyone harm you, boy." Tyr told Harper quietly feeling a shiver wrack the engineer's body while he was holding him close.
"By telling them I'm your boy toy?" Harper hissed in a voice barely audible even to Tyr who was walking right next to him. "That's great, Tyr. Just great."
"Calm down, Professor." Tyr assured. "It will only be for a short while."
"Famous last words, Big Guy." Harper answered caustically, looking ahead to the drab darkened hallway, sighing in despair at their current circumstances.
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. Don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
A Captive Audience
"Why would that Alpha of the Sabra-Jaguar Pride be consorting with a kludge?" The Dragan asked disdainfully as he stepped close to the blonde engineer. Harper forced his traitorous body to stay put as the Nietzschean towered over him. "And such a scrawny one at that."
Harper was not comfortable and began shaking slightly as the Dragan leered at him, looking him up and down lewdly.
"Although I am sure he does have his uses."
"He is mine!" Tyr snarled angrily stepping between the human and the imposing Nietzschean.
He himself didn't plan claiming Harper as his mate, but watching the larger man leer at Harper who tried to keep his own face impassive, goaded Tyr into taking action. While no one that was familiar with the cocky engineer would ever claim him to be sedate, Harper had been the poster-child for calm when the Nietzschean began leering at him.
Surprisingly this angered Tyr even though he knew the reason behind the annoying mud foot's actions. Harper was simply doing what Tyr told him to do. Survive. Tyr was a little off-balance watching Harper submissively avert his eyes to the Dragan scum that had managed to capture them, in a vain attempt to escape notice.
"And you are?" The Nietzschean asked disdainfully, looking at Tyr as if he was the lowest form of scum he had ever seen. As far as their captor was concerned there was a fine difference between slating your lust with a mud foot slave and claiming an inferior kludge as a mate.
"I am Tyr Anastazi out of Victoria by Babarosa. Alpha of Kodiak Pride." Tyr answered forcefully. "Who exactly are you?"
"You are in no position to question me, Kodiak. But since it pleases me to tell you… I am Maledor Prade out of Sedaca by Efigy." Prade introduced himself with a mocking bow to Tyr. "Now, what exactly are you doing here on Bolivar's ship?"
''We are paying him to transport us to Sinti." Tyr answered casually while stepping back towards Harper and putting an arm around his shoulders.
"Don't expect to make it to Sinti." One of Prade's men sneered.
"What is your mate's name?" Prade asked, stalking around Tyr and Harper, looking them over carefully.
"Harper." Tyr told him, tightening his grip on Harper as he stiffened while Prade continued to look them over.
"Very well." Prade acknowledged. "We will continued this later. Take them to the brig on the Spaded Gin."
"This way." A short stocky black-haired man with a ponytail told them pointing his gun in their direction.
Harper, Tyr and Bolivar's crew followed the guards cautiously aboard the Dragan's ship. Harper looked at Tyr questioningly when the started to pet Harper's arm, which Tyr conveniently ignored. His concentration was focused on the guards surrounding them, and one in particular who was staring at Harper in disgust. Tyr glared menacingly at the guard pulling Harper close for a moment before continuing on toward the brig.
"I won't let anyone harm you, boy." Tyr told Harper quietly feeling a shiver wrack the engineer's body while he was holding him close.
"By telling them I'm your boy toy?" Harper hissed in a voice barely audible even to Tyr who was walking right next to him. "That's great, Tyr. Just great."
"Calm down, Professor." Tyr assured. "It will only be for a short while."
"Famous last words, Big Guy." Harper answered caustically, looking ahead to the drab darkened hallway, sighing in despair at their current circumstances.