Captive Entanglements 25/?
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 bare with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
Thank you for your continued feedback over recent weeks. I am sorry for the lack of regular updates, but I have been trying to catch up on my classes, not to mention real life difficulties. Hopefully things will stay uneventful now and I can get beck into writing steadily. Please continue to review, your support keeps me updating. Thanks again.
Defining the Future
Over time Harper and Tyr began spending more and more of their off hours together, whether in physical training or in play. It wasn't unheard of for them to lock themselves in the gym for hours on end while Tyr tried to teach Seamus the finer points of combat. As time passed and more planets signed onto the Commonwealth the crew of the Andromeda's free time lessened so that any opportunity to relax was savored. Presently, one such instance, Harper and Tyr were lying on the beach at Infinity Atol.
"Come on Tyr." Harper whined, fluttering his eyelashes in a shameful attempt at flirting. "What do you have against surfing? You've never even tried it."
"Nor do I wish to, boy." Tyr sniffed in faked disdain.
"Then why did you agree to come with me?" Harper needled, bumping shoulders with Tyr's from his half sprawled position on the gleaming sand.
"I wasn't about to let you go alone. Left to your own devices who knows what type of trouble you can get yourself into. Just the number of women alone that have tried to injure you is truly impressive."
"It's not my fault that all the ladies are after the Harper's ass."
"And a very fine ass it is." Tyr murmured looking at Harper intensely, causing the engineer to blush and glance away.
The last few weeks have been laden with innuendo and outright flirting, which Seamus has began taking larger part in, although not outright encouraging Tyr's advances. So far Tyr has kept his campaign merely verbal, letting Harper set the pace of their courtship. Although Tyr was looking forward to claiming his mate in every way, he well understood that it would be infinitely more satisfying to wait for Seamus to come to him. That is not to say that the Nietzschean couldn't help the boy along a bit.
"I don't need you to watch over me Tyr." Harper brought the subject back on track, glaring at the unrepentant Nietzschean. "I chose this planet because the waves are amazing. If you plan on accompanying me here, then I will drag you into the water by your hair if I have to, but you can't miss those waves."
"I would very much like to see you try it, Little Man."
"Come on, Big Guy. Please."
"No." Tyr answered impatiently. "This is supposed to be a relaxing trip. Somehow I do not see the point in drowning after falling off of a flimsy board in the middle of the ocean."
"You're no fun." Harper pouted turning away from his mate.
"Oh I can be extremely fun if I wished to." Tyr whispered throatily in Seamus' ear as the larger man practically lean on top of the blonde's back and shoulders, bracketing Harper with his muscled body. Seamus shivered from the duel sensations of his skin rubbing against Tyr's as well as his breath blowing softly in his ear. After a few seconds of lying stiffly Harper relaxed completely, snorting disbelievingly at Tyr's statement. He could never imagine the fierce warrior as fun.
"Yeah… prove it then." Harper responded somewhat breathlessly, keeping his back to the other man.
Had he seen Tyr's face Harper probably would have thought better of baiting the Nietzschean like he did. Instead, Seamus remained blissfully unaware of Tyr's intentions until he was unexpectedly turned over onto his back so that he was trapped underneath Tyr's hard body. Tyr left just enough distance between them so that Harper could get free if he so chose, instead the engineer was looking at Tyr in shock, their chests brushing together erotically on every breath.
"As you wish." Tyr told him, closing the distance between himself and the blonde quickly.
Tyr took Harper's mouth fiercely, stroking his tongue against the seam of his mate's closed mouth repeatedly until Harper yielded beneath him. He only gentled his kiss when Harper mewled in surprise once Tyr began to explore the inner recesses of his mouth, thrusting repeatedly against Seamus' tongue. After a startled moment, Seamus began responding innocently, enflaming Tyr to even greater heights of passion. Harper moved experimentally against Tyr's bent knee, rubbing himself hurriedly, until he was nearly mindless with sensation. It was only after he had come screaming Tyr's name that he realized what he was doing as Tyr did the same. Seamus hid his blushing cheeks against Tyr's shoulder, embarrassed at his own wantonness.
"Geez, now at least I have an excuse to get you into the ocean, if for no other reason then to clean ourselves off." Harper snorted humorously, his chest rumbling under Tyr's as he laughed self-consciously. "Self-control is highly over-rated anyways."
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 bare with me.
In no way related to "Past Reflections." Takes place in Season One.
Thank you for your continued feedback over recent weeks. I am sorry for the lack of regular updates, but I have been trying to catch up on my classes, not to mention real life difficulties. Hopefully things will stay uneventful now and I can get beck into writing steadily. Please continue to review, your support keeps me updating. Thanks again.
Defining the Future
Over time Harper and Tyr began spending more and more of their off hours together, whether in physical training or in play. It wasn't unheard of for them to lock themselves in the gym for hours on end while Tyr tried to teach Seamus the finer points of combat. As time passed and more planets signed onto the Commonwealth the crew of the Andromeda's free time lessened so that any opportunity to relax was savored. Presently, one such instance, Harper and Tyr were lying on the beach at Infinity Atol.
"Come on Tyr." Harper whined, fluttering his eyelashes in a shameful attempt at flirting. "What do you have against surfing? You've never even tried it."
"Nor do I wish to, boy." Tyr sniffed in faked disdain.
"Then why did you agree to come with me?" Harper needled, bumping shoulders with Tyr's from his half sprawled position on the gleaming sand.
"I wasn't about to let you go alone. Left to your own devices who knows what type of trouble you can get yourself into. Just the number of women alone that have tried to injure you is truly impressive."
"It's not my fault that all the ladies are after the Harper's ass."
"And a very fine ass it is." Tyr murmured looking at Harper intensely, causing the engineer to blush and glance away.
The last few weeks have been laden with innuendo and outright flirting, which Seamus has began taking larger part in, although not outright encouraging Tyr's advances. So far Tyr has kept his campaign merely verbal, letting Harper set the pace of their courtship. Although Tyr was looking forward to claiming his mate in every way, he well understood that it would be infinitely more satisfying to wait for Seamus to come to him. That is not to say that the Nietzschean couldn't help the boy along a bit.
"I don't need you to watch over me Tyr." Harper brought the subject back on track, glaring at the unrepentant Nietzschean. "I chose this planet because the waves are amazing. If you plan on accompanying me here, then I will drag you into the water by your hair if I have to, but you can't miss those waves."
"I would very much like to see you try it, Little Man."
"Come on, Big Guy. Please."
"No." Tyr answered impatiently. "This is supposed to be a relaxing trip. Somehow I do not see the point in drowning after falling off of a flimsy board in the middle of the ocean."
"You're no fun." Harper pouted turning away from his mate.
"Oh I can be extremely fun if I wished to." Tyr whispered throatily in Seamus' ear as the larger man practically lean on top of the blonde's back and shoulders, bracketing Harper with his muscled body. Seamus shivered from the duel sensations of his skin rubbing against Tyr's as well as his breath blowing softly in his ear. After a few seconds of lying stiffly Harper relaxed completely, snorting disbelievingly at Tyr's statement. He could never imagine the fierce warrior as fun.
"Yeah… prove it then." Harper responded somewhat breathlessly, keeping his back to the other man.
Had he seen Tyr's face Harper probably would have thought better of baiting the Nietzschean like he did. Instead, Seamus remained blissfully unaware of Tyr's intentions until he was unexpectedly turned over onto his back so that he was trapped underneath Tyr's hard body. Tyr left just enough distance between them so that Harper could get free if he so chose, instead the engineer was looking at Tyr in shock, their chests brushing together erotically on every breath.
"As you wish." Tyr told him, closing the distance between himself and the blonde quickly.
Tyr took Harper's mouth fiercely, stroking his tongue against the seam of his mate's closed mouth repeatedly until Harper yielded beneath him. He only gentled his kiss when Harper mewled in surprise once Tyr began to explore the inner recesses of his mouth, thrusting repeatedly against Seamus' tongue. After a startled moment, Seamus began responding innocently, enflaming Tyr to even greater heights of passion. Harper moved experimentally against Tyr's bent knee, rubbing himself hurriedly, until he was nearly mindless with sensation. It was only after he had come screaming Tyr's name that he realized what he was doing as Tyr did the same. Seamus hid his blushing cheeks against Tyr's shoulder, embarrassed at his own wantonness.
"Geez, now at least I have an excuse to get you into the ocean, if for no other reason then to clean ourselves off." Harper snorted humorously, his chest rumbling under Tyr's as he laughed self-consciously. "Self-control is highly over-rated anyways."