Friends, Comforters, & Companions

Part 2: Comforter? What's a Comforter?

Oh, man, he definitely had a case of the luckies. And about time too. Time for the Harper to catch a ride on the gravy train. He glances approvingly around at the neat and comfortable interior of the Anasazi transport. Nice. Real nice. Pale gray carpet under foot. Pale gray walls. Very big chairs covered with maroon fabric. He rubs his palm against the armrest, testing the texture of the fabric. Oh, nice. Soft but nubby.

Harper settles back in the thickly cushioned chair with a happy wiggle. His stroking fingers find a fine line on the chair arm. He tilts it open and stares down at an array of buttons. Oh, man, the options. Harper taps a button labeled massage. Immediately soft humming vibrations began spreading through his chair. Ummmm. The chairs on the Maru were strictly functional. Someone knew how to appreciate a good luxury. He can't wait to see the house that he will be living in for the next year. Oh, yeah. Harper rolls his head against the cushioned headrest as he yields to the chairs soothing vibrations. He could get used to this sort of thing.

He closes his eyes as his thoughts drift back to saying goodbye to the Maru crew. Beka and the crew had taken the news well. Better than was good for his ego. Beka had been thrilled to have the Maru out of the clutches of the Jaguar loanshark but in the midst of her glee she had cared enough to promise to check back in with him from time to time and make sure that he was still okay. Bobby, of course, just stood around sneering and flexing. Trance seemed happy. She had hugged him and told him to enjoy himself. Rev had been concerned. More concerned than any of the others but seemingly resigned to allowing Harper to follow the way wherever it led him. He's gonna miss them all except, of course, Bobby. The mere idea of not seeing that meathead for an entire year makes him grin.

Harper opens his eyes to see the two Nietzschean babes, what are their names again? Oh, yeah, Freya and Medea, leaning back in their own chairs, watching him like he's under a microscope or something. He sighs and reluctantly leans forward to dig through the new navy duffle bag that sits by his feet. It's filled with a selection of pants and shirts. The best he could find in such a short period of shopping time and enough to hold him until Beka ships his other clothes to him. In a hopeful mood, he’d even added a selection of lube samples and a bottle of unscented kind to hold him until he decided with he or whoever he was lucky enough to hook up with liked best. His fingers brush affectionately over the receipt for his new surfboard. Custom made exactly to his needs and to be delivered to the Anasazi compound.

He digs deeper until his fingers close over the flexi that Freya had handed him. Maybe he'd better take another look at that contract. Harper pulls out the flexi and scans it carefully. Nothing new here. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda. Other related duties. Yep, those all look doable. Wait - he'd noticed the comfort line earlier but now that he is looking more closely, the comfort isn't for the two babes that hired him. Provide comfort on daily basis, and as requested, to Tyr Anasazi. Hmmm, odd - that name sounds vaguely familiar. Did they mention it earlier?

Harper clears his throat. "Excuse me. Got a question."

"Yes?" Freya asks in cautious tones.

"Who is Tyr Anasazi?" Harper looks from her bland face to Medea. Medea is concentrating on writing on a flexi and apparently paying no attention to him. He looks back at Freya. "Is that one of your kids?"

"He is a - member - of the household." Freya adjusts her pink robes and rearranges the fall of her long pale blond braid over her shoulder. She seems completely absorbed in getting the folds of her robe and her hair arranged just so.

"Okay, cool." Harper goes back to studying his contract. He's a glorified babysitter. Great. How is he supposed to watch a kid and get any work done? Maybe little Tyr is old enough to be interested in engineering. He could teach the kid how to do the things that he will be doing around the house. Odd that only one kid is listed on his contract. Didn't Nietzscheans reproduce like crazy? Maybe they are just getting started and haven't gotten beyond one kid yet. Maybe each kid has its own 'comforter'. Be nice if there are a couple more humans running around the house. Be even nicer if a few of the humans are big, virile hunks that are open to exploring their sexual orientation if not already oriented his way.

He shakes his head, clearing away the visions of big and muscular beefcake lined up for his personal inspection. He runs a finger over the slick edge of the flexi. But what's up with that 'member of the household' reference? That was the same phrase that Freya had used during the job interview.

Harper quickly tucks the contract away as the transport lands. He looks eagerly around as he follows the two women down the hatch and outside. To one side of the small landing pad, he can see a the sprawling house, all panoramic windows, glinting in the light of the setting sun and rich, golden brown wood that blends with the sand leading down to the inviting blue shimmer of the ocean.

He slings his duffle bag over his shoulder and follows the two women down the gravel path snaking from the landing pad through a garden enclosed by high stonewalls. Other paths flow away from the main one into the slow growing dark. Bushes rush and sweet scents mingle with the salt on the breeze. He can hear a fountain somewhere off the main path. Lights glow to life beside the gravel path as he follows the women up steps to a wide veranda that circles the house.

Harper stares over his shoulder at the beach as he walks inside the house. Prime beach if he ever saw it. The golden sand stretches out, unmarked and virgin next to the ocean. He can hardly wait to go walk barefoot on the beach, to go down to the shore and leave his footprints in the sand. These women must really be high ranking Nietzscheans. Oh man, has he hit the jackpot. And all he has to do to earn his keep is play with little Tyr and repair a few things.

Medea glances over her shoulder at him as he follows her into a large common room decorated in shades of peach and cream with touches of mint green. "Freya will show you to your room. Tyr won't be home for a while so you may amuse yourself as you like."

"I'd like to go for a walk on the beach." Harper looks longingly through the wide windows at the expanse of water and sand.

"Excellent." Medea nods. She turns and walks into another room. Harper has only a quick glimpse of a desk and shelves of books and flexis pressed up against pale lavender walls before she shuts the door.

"Follow me." Freya leads Harper down a short hallway. She opens a door revealing a very large bedroom overlooking the beach. "This is where you will sleep."

Whoa. Harper stares at the huge bed, covered with a pile of deliciously fat pillows in shades of wine and champagne. Sheer champagne colored curtains drift softly around the corners of the bed in the salt scented breeze coming though the partly open sliding glass doors leading to the beach. How had he gotten so lucky? "This is bigger that my whole ship! This is great. Thanks."

"You are welcome. Well, enjoy your walk but be back within the hour so you can meet Tyr."

"Sure, no problem." Harper promises as Freya leaves. He tosses his bag at the foot of the bed. He prods the bed. Nice and firm. The dark wine coverlet is soft and seductively textured under his palm. A whole year of sleeping in this huge bed instead of the thinly padded, narrow bunks on the Maru. How will he stand it? Harper grins as he takes a deep breath of the ocean-scented breeze.

Harper yanks off his shoes and socks, tossing them carelessly into a far corner. The pale champagne carpet is soft and thick under his feet. He walks across the room and steps out onto the wooden deck still warm from the sun. He hurries down the steps to dig his toes blissfully into the sand. Oh, man, this is way too good to be true.

He laughs as he races out to dance in and out of the turquoise surf curling along the beach. His feet sink into the warm, wet sand. The water dampens the cuffs of his black cargo pants and soaks him to mid calf but he doesn't care as he stares out at the vivid colors spreading across the sky as the sun eases lower. Beautiful.

Laughter and soft, intimate voices draw his attention. Harper turns away from the sunset to see a slender, dark human man leaning against the deck of the neighboring house. He is holding a champagne flute as he watches Harper. He lifts it in a toast and offers a friendly smile. A loose red shirt falls open over his dusky chest and matching gauzy pants cover his legs. He is framed by the glow of tiny white lights twinkling around the deck. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Harper returns the smile and takes a hopeful step forward ready to go introduce himself but stops as a large Nietzschean male joins the human. The big redhead wraps a possessive arm around the human and leans down to kiss the dark line of the human's throat. The human presses back, arching his throat in delight under the caress.

Okay, so the cute dark guy is taken. Harper sighs and turns his back on the pair of lovers. He looks out over the ocean and breathes deeply of the salty air. Yeah, this is practically perfect if only he had someone like that to share it with...well, not exactly like that. He prefers them built to a bigger scale. More like the redheaded Nietzschean kissing the dark guy. Tall and muscled. Big and virile. It's been so long since he had the pleasure of sinking into the tight heat of some big and built beefcake's ass and gloating as the big man writhes under him, begging for more Harper loving.

And this is the perfect setting. It would be so nice to have Tall, Dark and Studly walking beside him, enjoying the romantic ambience of the sunset. Then leading Mr. Studly back to that lavishly big bed. Drinking champagne. Soft, sexy music playing as he spreads Studmuffin out on that bed and does many wicked wanton things. Always leave 'em begging for more. Harper grins at the image before allowing it to fade.

First things, first. He's signed the contract. He better put all those delicious images right out of his head for now. He could be sharing some Harper lovin' on the beach but, oh, no, he's got to go babysit little Tyr Anasazi within the hour. Harper curls his toes into the damp sand. Ah, well. For now, he will enjoy the ocean and his huge bed. Later, he'll see about finding someone to enjoy that big bed with.

Ummmm. Harper tilts his face to catch the warm rays of the fading sun as he tries to remember the last time that he...Nope. It has been so long he can't remember the last time he got well and truly laid. When he gets his first day off, he’s going straight into town, find a big, burly, beefcake to fuck into the mattress and then allow the beefcake to return the favor. He'll get laid so good and hard that his legs will turn to jelly. That's what he needs. Even better, maybe he can find a regular friend to play with while he's here.

Yeah, that's the ticket. He'll check his contract. See when his first day off is and then...look out, beefcake! Harper laughs as he walks back into the house. He opens his duffle and digs through his new clothes. Where had that flexi gotten to? The sound of Medea's and Freya's voices in the living area catch his attention. Harper slips silently to the bedroom door and eases down the short hallway so he can listen. Forewarned is forearmed.

"Are you sure we did the right thing?" Medea sounds worried. There is a soft clinking sound as if she is setting a teacup on a saucer.

Freya's voice is calm. "Of course, I am."

"What if he doesn't like it?" Medea asks. More clinking noises and the sound of liquid pouring.

"He'll love it."

"He'd better. I can't believe him. Did you see? He's back out there chatting up Josephine!" Medea growls. Cushions rustle followed by the sound of barefeet padding back and forth over the polished wooden floor. "We didn't do this a moment too soon. I will not have her as Third Wife. I won't!"

"Here he comes. Sit! Sit!"

Well, well, well. What's all this about? The "he" that the two women are talking about must be the husband but what is it that they are so concerned about him liking? Harper peers cautiously around the edge of the doorway as he hears the sound of one of the glass doors that lead to the landing field sliding open. This must be the happy husband who's looking for a third wife.

"Good evening, my loves." The voice is a soft rumble of sound that sends tingles down Harper's spine. Will the body match the sexy voice?

Oh. Oh. Man. Oh, man. Harper's eyes widen as his hungry gaze slides over a broad muscular back covered with a luscious chocolate skin that makes him ache to lick it. Long, midnight black braids glide over the hard muscles. Black leather pants cup the hard curves of the most magnificent ass that he has ever seen and cover long, muscular legs. Oh, man. Oh, man. Already his cock is hard and eager to sink into the lush temptation of that ass. How is he ever going to be able to behave himself with such glorious temptation roaming the house everyday? Damn. Damn. Damn.

"Good evening, Husband." Medea smiles nervously from the depths of her peach cushioned chair.

Freya stands up and walks over to lean up and brush her lips over her husband's cheek. "Good evening, Husband."
The tall man turns his head, capturing her lips and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close for a long, passionate kiss.

"You both look rested." The tall man's voice is deliciously husky. His hand slides down Freya's back to cup her ass. "Perhaps we have time to lie together before dinner."

There is a moment of awkward silence as the two women exchange exasperated looks. Freya kisses her husband's cheek and promptly pulls back, sliding deftly out of his arms.

Medea stands up and waddles over to dust a fast kiss over her husband's cheek and briefly hug him. She pats his chest as she steps back. Her hand lowers to caress the full curves of her abdomen. "My stomach has been most rebellious, husband."

The tall man turns his head to look at Freya, giving Harper his first good look at the husband's face. Oh, man. Harper stares at the rich fullness of the tall man's mouth. Oh, yeah. Instantly visions fill his head of that mouth closing over his cock; of the glorious amber eyes hot with passion. Oh, man. He is never going to be able to control himself around this guy.

"And you, Freya, how are you faring?" The husky voice is edged with annoyance as the tall man folds his arms over his wide chest. Harper's gaze is helplessly drawn to the dusky nipples peeking over the sinewy forearms.

"I am doing - better."

"Freya and I have a surprise for you, my love," Medea announces, patting the tall man's bicep.

The male looks slowly from one to the other. His dark eyes are wary. "A surprise?"

"Yes, Tyr." Freya nods. "We picked it up this afternoon."

"At the job fair in town." Medea adds.

What! Harper's eyes round with surprise then he grins widely. Oh, man. He's the surprise! He flattens himself back against the wall, thinking rapidly and gleefully. He whispers to himself in wondering tones, "THIS is Tyr?"

This is the one he's supposed to comfort? Wonder if that includes what he thinks, hopes that it does? Harper's eyes turn heavenward. "THANK YOU!" He whispers urgently to whatever gods have blessed him with this good fortune.

"We visited with Aretha and she told us how much Brutus adores their human," Medea explains. "We know how much you have endured these past few days and we wanted to give you someone who will give you the pleasure that you deserve."

Harper clenches his fist in triumph joy as he murmurs, "YES!"

"What have you done?" Tyr demands coldly.

Uh-oh. The big guy does not sound pleased about the proposed surprise. He may have his work cutout for him. Harper bites his lip. His eyes narrow with determination. He may have to seduce the big guy but he will get the big, dark studmuffin into his bed and make sure that Tyr keeps coming back for more Harper loving. He is not going to let tall, dark and studly walk away from him.

"Tyr. With little - what's its name, Freya?" Medea asks.

Harper rolls his eyes as he listens. He's only told her his name a half dozen times. With all that glorified Nietzschean brain power you'd think that Medea could remember it. Or maybe she just can't be bothered to remember it but who cares? As long as studly remembers it.

"Harper," Freya answers.

"Yes, of course, Harper. With little Harper around you won't need to get a Third wife for a while."

Little? He's not little...he's compact, concentrated. Harper stiffens indignantly. And besides, he is not in anyway short where it counts the most. But since, First Wife Medea is apparently bent on pushing her gorgeous husband into his bed, he'll give her some temporary latitude on the size comments.

"What are you saying, wife?"

"I'm saying that you won't need to add Josephine to our family." Medea's voice is hard and determined.

Tyr growls low.

Harper looks down at his clothes. His red tee shirt is rumpled. His black pants soaked to the knee with seawater. His feet are bare and still a little sandy. Hmmm. Maybe he'd better rummage around in his duffle and find something a little more seductive if he's gonna earn his keep around here. He pushes away from the wall and heads back toward the bedroom.

"Medea..." Tyrs deep voice is heavy with warning.

"No, Husband. You will listen." Medea's voice turns cold. "Freya and I will tolerate no further wives in this household. Are we understood?"

Harper freezes halfway down the hall. Did that woman just give Mr. Tall, Dark and Studly an ultimatum? There is a long, tense silence in the living area. Even the sound of his breathing seems loud as he waits in the hall for a response.

"You agree with this, Freya?" Tyr's voice is quietly ominous.

"Yes." Freya's voice is firm. "You may have the human but you will not bring another wife in this house without our approval."

Tyr's voice drips ice. "I see."

Great! Just fricking great! Harper glowers at the ceiling. Now he's gonna to have to work twice as hard to get on Tyr's good side. Seducing someone who is pissed off is not outside his considerable talents but it does make things more difficult. Harper pads toward the bedroom. First order of business is the right appearance. Which of his new clothes should he wear to set the tone for this first meeting? Harper shakes his head. Are these women insane? Do they secretly want their husband to turn to their rival? Well, if they keep this up they'll send him running to her.

"Good." Medea sighs.

"Where is it?" Tyr sounds resigned and faintly curious. "Let's have a look at it."

"Harper!" Freya calls. "Please come meet our husband."

Harper swears softly. He looks barely presentable. He doesn't even have his shoes on. He takes a second to dust the sand from his feet. Damn! This is not the way he would have liked to make a first impression. Oh, well. He smoothes a hand over his rumpled shirt and heads back toward the living area. "I'll be right there."

He pads down the hall. Three Nietzscheans stand on the polished wooden floor. They are framed by the huge windows behind them showcasing the darkness covering the beach and sliver of moon hanging over the ocean. Medea is in a loose violet dress. Her hands hold a stylus and flexi. Her long wavy hair falls over her shoulders and brushes her husband's arm as she turns her head. Her blue eyes glint with annoyance as her gaze flickers from Harper to her husband.

Freya is in green silk pants with a white tunic hanging to her knees. She stands next to Mr. Miffed Studmuffin, soothingly stroking a hand down his muscular arm. She smiles at Harper. "Tyr Anasazi, may we present Seamus Harper. Seamus Harper, our husband, Tyr Anasazi out of Victoria by Barbarossa, Second Alpha of Kodiak Pride."

Harper steps forward eagerly and holds out his hand to shake. "Nice to meet ya."

"It's male." Tyr stares at the offered hand but makes no move to take it. He looks the human up and down with a faintly disdainful expression. "And it's short."

"Uh huh." Okay. Studly's gonna pay for that. Harper drops his hand back to his side. Oh, yeah. He is gonna have Ubermuffin's ass tonight and show Mr. Tall, Dark and Disdainful exactly how not short the Harper is. "Again with the height reference."

Medea pats her husband's arm consolingly. "But, he's a natural blonde, husband."

Tyr frowns at his first wife. "And how do you know this?"

"We asked." Medea widens her eyes innocently.

"I don't want it." Tyr scowls. His full lips curl back in a snarl as he stares at Harper. The brilliant blue eyes are intriguing, gleaming with intelligence and spirit but...a male...he has never bothered to try a male before. He had put all his energy into luring Medea into proposing to him. She had demanded many proofs of his excellence before offering to take him as husband. She and Freya had kept him busy and sated and now, now, they thought to fob him off with a human and a male at that. Tyr snorts. "I will not bed this...this...human."

"Why?" Freya frowns. She looks Harper up and down then looks back at Tyr. "Because it's human or because it's male? Brutus doesn't seem to have a problem with either quality."

"I'm not Brutus! I won't take just anything to my bed." Tyr draws himself up to his full height and glowers down at his wives. He hides a smile at the angry flush spreading over the human's pale skin. Promising.

"Really?" Medea tosses her head. Her hands fist against her hips. "Well, you seem eager enough to bed that trollop of a cousin of mine."

That is entirely different. A man needs to spread his seed widely and well. He could easily support another wife if he chose to and Josephine comes from the same good family stock that Medea does. Tyr frowns at her. "Josephine is an excellent choice as Third...if I were seeking another wife."

Medea glares fiercely at him and growls. "Enough of this nonsense! You will not add Josephine to our household. You may have Harper to use as you will but you will not bring another wife into our home."

Tyr stares into her burning gaze and sighs with longing. She is so magnificent in her rage. She knows how hard he gets when they argue like this. He reluctantly pulls his hungry stare from Medea to look into the coolly challenging eyes of his other wife. "Second?"

"Yes, Husband?" There is no sign of yielding in Freya's pale blue stare or soft voice.

Tyr asks, "What say you?"

"I say that the First Wife is correct." Freya sets her hands on her hips as she meets the smoldering, sullen amber stare. "I say that no more wives will be tolerated in our home. I say that Harper will stay."

"As you wish. I will add no more wives to this household unless they meet your approval." He cannot go against his wives in this. As Medea approved of Freya so both of them must approve of a Third before he can set about eliciting a proposal from another wife. Tyr leans down and lightly kisses Medea and then Freya. "From both of you."

"Excellent." Medea smiles brightly, all signs of anger vanished. She glances though the doorway leading into the kitchen. "Shall we go in to dinner?"

Tyr nods and takes her arm. He offers his other arm to Freya. He pretends to loftily ignore the small human. His wives have chosen well. He would much prefer a saucy blond of either gender to a bland one who happened to be female. He might not have experimented with males before but he can learn. Tyr shoots a quick discreet glance at the human.

Harper's skin is as pale and fine as that of both his wives. The human's personal scent is pleasing and the spiky hair interesting. But it is the snap and glitter of those vivid blue eyes that intrigues him the most along with the pink flush of anger sliding beneath the pale skin. He had intended to ignore the human for several days but Medea's anger and Freya's challenge have him hard already and the gleam in the human's eyes is only making him swell hotter.

Freya glances over her shoulder at Harper. "You may join us."

Oh, joy. Harper's eyes narrow dangerously. Dark and Disdainful's tab is getting higher and higher. So the big guy doesn't take just anyone into his bed...no, Ubermuffin didn’t say anyone, Uberstud said 'anything'. Harper's mouth hardens as he follows the trio of Nietzscheans into the dining room. Dark and Studly is due for a little remedial education and he’s just the kludge to embark on this little re-education program.

Despite his anger, he can't keep his eyes off Tyr's amazing backside. Off the flex and ripple of muscle. Off the enticing hard, round fullness flexing with each step. The only adequate word for that ass is sumptuous. Harper licks his lips as he imagines his cock framed by those hard swells as he sinks into the tight heat. Oh, yeah. He's gonna have that tonight. His cock rises at the image, pressing against his cargo pants. Down guy. Let's get Mr. Über Beefcake in bed first and then...and then...oooh, yeah. Payback will be sweet. He'll have that Nietzschean screaming his name in no time.

Tyr carefully eases his wives into their chairs before dropping down into his own seat. He carelessly waves Harper to the polished oak chair across the table from him. He stares at the human. "So. What do humans eat?"

Harper shrugs. His eyes narrow. "Food. What do Nietzscheans eat?"

"We had our chef speak with Brutus' cook. He's prepared some dishes to see if any prove appetizing for Harper." Freya smiles winningly at her husband. She pats his hand and smiles across the table at Harper.

Medea neatly lays her flexi on the pale wood of the tabletop. She pushes the peach linen napkin and her white china charger aside and begins tapping on her flexi. A frown creases her brow.

Tyr glances at her and sighs. He captures her hand and presses a kiss on the palm. "Wife. May we at least have your attention for this dinner?"

"What?" Medea blinks at him then smiles. She slides the flexi to one side and pulls her charger back in front of her. "Oh, yes, of course."

A stocky woman with her dark brown hair pinned up walks in from the kitchen. She balances a tray piled with peach plates full of food. She moves around the table neatly setting each peach plate onto the white chargers and putting out glasses of wine. Harper frowns as he watches her set out sauces and spices and a basket of bread. Thought they said Tyr insisted on blondes only in the house. He looks from Freya to Medea to the servant who is walking back into the kitchen. Ohhhh...he grins, blondes only as bedmates. Well, well, well.

So, what’s for dinner? Ummm, fresh seafood. Harper lifts a bite of lobster to this mouth. Ooooh. Delicious. He glances over at Medea and Freya. Medea is poking at her lobster with a dubious expression. She nibbles tentatively and promptly pales. Freya is ignoring the lobster on her plate and tearing a piece of bread into ever-smaller bits.

Freya glances at Medea who is slowly turning a pallid green. She stands up. "Husband. Perhaps Medea and I may be allowed to have a light fare brought to us in our suite. I'm feeling a bit queasy."

Tyr looks from one to the other in concern. "Of course. Shall I join you?"

"No!" Medea rises with Freya’s help and leans against the Second Wife. She clutches her stylus and flexi in one hand. "Stay here. Get acquainted with Harper. We will be fine."

Tyr watches his wives leave with a worried frown. He will have to check on them later. He calls for the servant and has the girl take away his wives' barely touched food. Perhaps later, his wives will feel up to eating. He never knows what to expect from them these days. One hour they couldn't even look at food and few hours later they ate like they had been deprived for days.

He sighs and looks across the table at the human who is blatantly enjoying every bite. Each bite of lobster is followed by a blissful, savoring pause. The open sensuality in the human’s enjoyment of the food is intriguing despite the human's maleness. There is a long silence as Tyr eats while watching the human. The small human is watching him also with an irresistibly challenging glint in those vivid eyes. Tyr sips his wine. "What is your name again?"

"Seamus Harper." The human finishes the last of his lobster and leans back with a contented sigh.

"And what is it that you do, Seamus Harper?"

"I'm an engineer."

An engineer? Interesting. The human does have a dataport on his throat just like Brutus' little Edward. Brutus was forever bragging about how clever and charming Edward was. Brutus also boasted of the wild way that he could make Edward respond by stimulating the dataport. Hmmm, Tyr leans back in his chair. He chuckles softly, noting the way that the human stiffens at the mocking note. "Is that fact or fiction?"

"Fact." Harper's tone is tart with annoyance. The blue eyes simmer as the human picks up his wine glass and sips.

The human isn't afraid of him and shows promise of being as much fun to provoke as either of his wives. Good. Tyr spears a bittersweet chunk of pink fruit from the cup of fruit sitting next to his plate. He eats it, contemplating the next piece of provocation to offer. He waves his fork at Harper's port. "What is that on your neck?”

"This?" Harper touches the metal rim of his dataport with a fingertip. He frowns and eyes Tyr suspiciously. How could the Nietzschean not know what a dataport is? No one else had questioned him about it or acted as if it is unusual here. "It's my dataport."

"What is its purpose?" Tyr spears another chunk of fruit.

Harper shrugs. He inspects the contents of his cup of fruit. He needs something with just the right shape to it. Nope. No joy. The closest he can get is a slice of something juicy and pink. "It allows me to work internally in computer systems to solve their problems. It gives me a direct interface to data streams."

Tyr nods. "I see. So you know about equipment?"

"Oh, yes." Harper pierces the pink fruit slice with his fork and slides it over his lips. He licks the juice from his lips then slowly seductively sucks on the fruit, trying to ignore the mildly bitter flavor. "I know the ins...and outs...of all sorts of equipment."

"So you do have some intelligence. Very good." Tyr's voice deep voice is patronizing but his amber eyes hold a puzzled look as he watches Harper slowly eat the fruit slice.

Harper quickly swallows the fruit. Yuck. Eating all that bitterly juicy fruit without a single twitch and no reaction from Tyr but bewilderment. He's had strong men panting and begging for his mouth after the fruit-sucking trick but clearly Uberstud is not getting the fruit thing. Boy, does he have his work cut out for him. On the other hand, if Tyr really doesn't know anything...oh, man, the fun he can have. Oh, yeah, the glorious possibilities of giving Dark and Gorgeous his very first blowjob. Oh, man, oh, man. The Nietzschean will be his for life. "Actually, I'm a genius."

Tyr laughs as he watches the human over the rim of his wine glass. "I've never heard of a kludge genius."

Harper leans forward and points the tines of his fork at Tyr. "Okay, first of all, let's just nip that 'kludge' business in the bud, shall we? My name is Seamus Harper. You can call me Harper. I am a human and, surprise, I am a genius. End of story."

"I've offended you?" Tyr's eyes widen with amusement. "Interesting."

"Yeah. I'm offended." Harper sits back in his chair. He tosses his fork on his plate and crosses his arms over his chest. So, Mr. Big Stuff likes to banter. Good. "You don't know me. You don't know anything about me."

"You know nothing about me." Tyr counters blandly. The amusement glittering his amber eyes deepens.

Harper snorts. He know that Tyr's wives don't want the big guy dragging another blonde wife home to screw and upset the order of things. Harper leans forward and offers a seductive smile. "I'd like to."

"What do you mean?"

Might as well go for the gusto. Otherwise he and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Extremely Handsome will be dancing around the issue all night when he would rather be doing something much more fun and exciting. Harper gets up and walks around the table. He sits down in the chair next to Tyr. "Just that. I'd like to get to know you more...intimately."

Harper leans closer and slides his hand up the black leather covering Tyr's muscular thigh. His hand drifts higher to boldly cup the thick length outlined by the tight leathers. He squeezes gently as his fingers spread with greed over the prize filling his hand.

"I...um...see." Tyr gasps. The little human seems eager to begin. Good, very, very good. Tyr pushes his chair back from the table to give the human more room and spreads his thighs wider as the human continues to stroke and explore.

Harper smiles knowingly at the look on the Nietzschean's face, the half closed eyes, the parted lips. "Have I offended you?"

Tyr draws a shuddering breath. His hips tilt into Harper's slow caress. "No."

"Why don't we adjourn this discussion to a more...comfortable location?"

Tyr glances at Harper's plate. The lobster is gone but a heap of vegetables remain and the fruitcup is almost full still. "You've barely touched your food."

"Oh, I'm still hungry...but not for anything on this table."

"What are you hungry for?" Tyr asks in a husky voice as his hips move restlessly under the human's tantalizing caresses.

Harper slowly rises to his feet, trailing his fingers over Tyr's hard cock and quivering abs. His hands spread across the dark skin...ooh...so warm, so soft and yet so hard...like velvet over steel. He can't wait to have the Nietzschean bare and writhing beneath him. He leans forward, hovering over the full rich curves of Tyr's mouth. He pinches the dusky nipples just as he takes Tyr's mouth, sinking into the delicious heat. He reluctantly lifts his head to stare down into the smoldering heat of Tyr's eyes. Harper whispers against the lush lips, "You. I want you."

Tyr gasps. "That was..."

"Got you speechless with a kiss?" Harper caresses the line of Tyr's beard, enjoying the texture of it against his fingertips. "Wonder what will happen when I blow you."

Tyr frowns quizzically at the strange term. The throaty tone in Harper's voice makes the phrase sound most promising. "Blow me?"

Harper leans back, studying Tyr's face. "You really have no idea what I'm talking about do you?"

"I don’t know this reference. Is this some klu...human phrase?"

"In a manner of speaking." Harper's blue eyes glitter with desire as he eases between Tyr's spread thighs. He kneels, sliding his hands slowly up Tyr's inner thighs, pressing them wider. "Why don't I give you a little demonstration?"

"Demonstration?" Tyr asks. He reaches out with one hand, sliding his fingers through the blond hair. So soft. He toys delicately with the spikes, enjoying the tickle against his fingertips and palm.

"Yeah, a little preview of what we'll do later." Harper unfastens the laces on Tyr's leathers. He gently folds back the flap covering Tyr's cock. Oh, man. Beautiful. It is as beautiful as the rest of Tyr. Harper pauses, admiring the soft cloud of dusky curls, the heavy shape of balls and the swollen darkness of the long, thick cock. Oh, man. Harper brushes his fingertip lightly over dusky curls and then closes his hand over the hard cock. Harper chuckles as the Nietzschean goes completely still. "Easy, Big Guy. I know what I'm doing."

"What are you going to do?" Tyr gasps, arching in his chair as the human leans closer, pink tongue swirling damply over the head. His bone blades flex and flutter as the human licks him again. "Harper?"

"Quiet. I'm busy." Harper slides his mouth over the turgid cock. His tongue darts playfully around the cap.

Tyr cries out and clutches the human's head as Harper sets to work in earnest. It feels so good that it is almost more than he can bear. Being surrounded by the silken coolness of Harper's wanton mouth and knowing hands. No one has ever touched him so intimately. Ahhhhhh! His hips tilt frantically into the exquisite encompassing dampness. This feels...feels...wondrous! He thrusts helplessly into the aggressive pull of Harper’s mouth...then suddenly the incredible sensation stops as Harper pulls back, refolding the flap and loosely lacing it closed.

"What...What is wrong?" Tyr pants. He is so close to the edge. What will it take to persuade the human to continue?

Harper grins, flashing his dimples as he stands. He leans forward, claiming Tyr's mouth with a hard demanding kiss. "Nothing."

"Then why..."

"I don't know about you..." Harper walks away, pausing at a doorway leading into the hall. He lounges against the frame, smiling at the dazed Nietzschean, "...but I want to get a bit more comfortable before I continue."

"There's more?" Tyr’s eyes widen. The human has more to show him? His knees feel weak and his cock aches desperately already from the dazzling sensations that Harper's mouth had given him. He licks his lips. What would it feel like to take Harper in his mouth? To tease the human to the same achy, needy state that the human had teased him into? He stands and walks over.

Harper smirks as he leans back against the doorframe. He looks up at the tall man looming over him. "That was just an appetizer. Would you like to experience the main course?"

"Yes."

"Then let's take this from the top, shall we? We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot." Harper holds out his hand. "Seamus Harper."

Tyr takes Harper's hand. "Tyr Anasazi."

Harper squeezes the big hand then lifts it slowly. His eyes never leave Tyr's as he takes two of Tyr's long fingers into his mouth and sucks them, swirling his tongue suggestively around them.

Tyr shivers as the damp caress. His thighs tense and tremble with arousal at the memory of the human's mouth on his cock. He wants the human's mouth there again. Soon. He watches breathlessly as Harper steps closer. What will the human do?

Harper releases Tyr's hand and leans forward. He nibbles the defined edges of Tyr's sculpted pecs. His tongue flicks out to lick each dusky nibble into a tight bead. Tyr growls and threads his fingers through the blonde hair, tilting Harper's head back. He stares down into the smoldering blue eyes then lowers his head to part the human's lips, losing himself in the pleasure of that cool mouth.

"Pleased to meet you, Tyr Anasazi." Harper laughs breathlessly as the Nietzschean finally pulls back. Oh, man, could the guy kiss. Harper eases back a step, slowly guiding Tyr into the hallway. He'll have the Nietzschean in his bedroom and spread across his bed before the big guy knows it. "Would you be offended if I told you that you're a wonderful kisser?"

Tyr follows, enthralled by the sensual promises gleaming hotly in Harper's eyes. "No. I would not."

Harper eases a few more steps back and offers his mouth, parting his lips in an invitation that is promptly and aggressively accepted. Oh, man. Oh, man. He gets to have this for a whole year. How is he going to turn and walk way from this at the end of the year? The contract suddenly seems much too short. Way too short. He'll have to see what he can do about that. When Tyr draws back a little, Harper turns his head to brush a kiss over the warm hands, framing his face. He draws Tyr's thumb into his mouth and teasingly swirls his tongue around it before allowing it to slide free. "Good. So you won't be offended when I tell you that I can't wait to taste you again, right?"

Tyr moans, pressing his hips against the human. He wants Harper's mouth and every bit of the promised 'more' that the human had offered. "Noooo."

"Now. I got a kinda serious question for you, okay? Try not to go all alpha on me when I ask." Harper dusts a quick kiss across the deliciously lush curves of Tyr's lips.

"What is the question?" Tyr lowers his head, tentatively nuzzling the pale line of the human's throat. Ummm. Harper's scent is exotic and intriguing. Tart and crisp.

"Have you ever been with a man before?"

"Certainly not!" Tyr growls as his hands tug at Harper's red shirt, baring the pale curve between neck and shoulder. He buries his face against the fair skin.

"Okay...okay. Calm down. Just asking." Harper arches his throat, moaning at the contrasting sensations of plush lips, hot tongue and scrap of beard. Ooooh. This is going to be wonderful. He gets to introduce this beautiful first-timer to the joys of Harper loving. Definitely a night to remember. "I thought Nietzscheans were bisexual."

"We are." Tyr nips the human's earlobe sharply. "I just have never bedded another male."

"Never wanted to?" Harper asks softly. Better find out what he's dealing with before things get too intense. He doesn't want any disgusted squirming away from him after the deed is done. That had happened to him once before and once was quite enough.

"Actually, I've never given the matter much thought.” Tyr slides a curious hand down to cup the heated bulge pressing against the front of Harper's pants.

Harper moans, pressing his hips into the exploring touch. The big guy might be a first-timer but there is no reluctance in the hand on his cock or the mouth sucking on his throat. This is going to be a blast. Harper glances down the hallway. Not much further to his bedroom. He strokes an encouraging hand over the back of Tyr's head, running his fingers through the long dreads. The Nietzschean growls throatily and curls more closely around him. Oh, yeah. The Harper is in great form tonight.

Tyr raises his head as Harper trails cool fingers down his biceps and over the length of his forearms. His bone blades flex restlessly as the cool fingertips circle lightly around the sensitive bases. Tyr tosses his head back sending his dreads sliding over his shoulders at the intimate caress. His eyes half close as he stares down at the human. "What are you doing? Are you trying to seduce me?"

Harper stares back all wide-eyed innocence except for the wicked glitter in the depths of his burning blue gaze. He lifts the Nietzscheans forearms and plants a row of kisses down each one. His tongue darts out to lick the bases. "Me? Hardly. I'm short...and a human. Remember? What chance would I have a chance of seducing Second Alpha Tyr Anasazi?"

Harper eases Tyr through the bedroom door. He nips delicately at the bone blade bases making Tyr shudder. The big guy's eyes close as Harper begins alternating licks, kisses and nibbles. The subtle tremors quivering though the hard muscles and the fine sheen of sweat are signs of victory and Harper savors each one as he steers Tyr toward the bed. Just a few steps further and he'll have Uberstud right where he wants him...in bed. Harper slides one hand down the damp velvet abdomen to cup the swollen hardness below. He squeezes gently, smiling as the Nietzschean thrusts into his hand. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I...I...don't..." Tyr gasps as Harper strokes him.

Harper grins. He dusts hungry kisses across the wide velvety chest. "I'll take that as a no."

Tyr's eyes open and he blinks, looking around in bewilderment. Weren't they just in the hallway? How had they gotten here so quickly? "This is my bedroom."

"So it is." Harper grins. He pushes and Tyr falls back onto the dark wine covers, the long dreads fan out. Harper steps between the Nietzschean's wide spread legs. "And it's got a great view from the bed."

"Mmmm...Harper." Tyr growls as the human kneels and teasingly nuzzles his rigid cock through the leather. He leans up on his elbows, intently watching as Harper deftly unlaces the leather flap. Is the human going to 'blow' him again?

"Relax." Harper carefully folds the flap back, revealing the swollen prize. He drops a quick kiss on the head before ducking down to remove the Nietzschean's boots and toss them aside.

Tyr's eyes drift half-closed with pleasure as he watches the human kneeling between his thighs. "What will you have of me?"

"I'm going to have all of you." Harper's gaze is hot with promise.

"What do you mean?"

Harper's hands close over the leather waistband. "Lift your hips."

Tyr lies back, tilting his narrow hips upward, allowing Harper to peel the leathers off. "What are you going to do?"

Harper stands up. His hands close over the hem of his tee shirt. He slowly rolls it up, revealing his stomach and chest; the flex and ripple of muscle as he pulls it over his head and casts it aside. "Only as much as you want."

Tyr stares avidly at the pale skin, sleek with muscle and the tight peach nipples. "You are pleasing to look upon."

"Thanks." Harper slowly unzips his pants under Tyr's hungry, impatient gaze. He pulls a tube of lube out of his pocket then slides boxers and pants off in one move, dropping them at the foot of the bed. He pauses, running an admiring look over the hard muscled body stretched out in front of him. The rich chocolate flawless and gleaming under a sheen of sweat. The quiver and ripple of muscle as Tyr squirms impatiently waiting for his caresses. The dusky cock swelling harder under his stare. Oh, yeah. The Nietzschean is gonna go off like a rocket and soon. Harper crawls up on the bed. "I think we’ll start with a massage. Turn over."

Tyr eases over onto his front. He pillows his head on his crossed forearms. His smoldering gaze slides caressingly over Harper, lingering on the thick rosy shaft bobbing eagerly amid a dusting of gold curls. "Like this?"

"Oh, yeah. Just like that." Harper settles astride the narrow waist. He leans forward, kneading the broad shoulders, working the hard muscles of Tyr's back. He can feel the muscles loosening under his hands. Good. The more relaxed he can get Tyr, the more likely the big guy will be to want this again. And again. And again. Harper leans down, kissing his way down the Nietzschean's spine. "You like that?"

"Mmmmm...yes." Tyr moans with contentment. No one has even taken the time to caress him and pamper him the way the little klu...Harper...the way Harper is. He is so relaxed, so content under the massage of Harper's strong, cool hands yet still so aroused that his cock aches with need.

Harper scoots back, admiring the way the swollen length of his cock looks, framed by the hard dark curves of Tyr's ass. Harper squeezes the muscular curves longingly. Not yet. Soon. He rises up on his knees. "Turn over. Let me do your front."

Tyr turns over with a lithe twist. His hands glide up the human's thighs, cupping Harper's balls then exploring the rosy thickness of cock. Harper shudders. The strong warm hands feel so good on him. He's never gonna last if he lets this go on much longer. Harper captures each dark hand and presses a kiss on each palm. Then he eases down, aligning his cock against the velvet heat of the Nietzschean's hard length. Harper wraps his hand around both cocks and slowly strokes. Oh, man. Oh, man.

Tyr tosses his head back and forth. His long legs shift restlessly. "Harper...Harper..."

"Yes?" Harper continues to stroke, teasing both of them higher and harder.

"That feels...feels...Argghhh." The Nietzschean's hips arch into the caress. His hands fist against the covers.

Harper reluctantly opens his hand. The friction of Tyr's cock against his own is too exquisite. If he doesn't stop soon, he won't be able to and this first time, he doesn't want to come this way. He wants to slide deep inside that magnificent ass. That's where he will finally yield but first, first, he will blow Tyr's mind. Then he will claim his prize and pleasure.

Harper scoots down and lowers his head. He nuzzles the staining length then damply kisses the head as Tyr's hands close urgently over his shoulders then slides up to grip his hair. Harper curls his tongue against the plush texture of Tyr's skin and sets to work with a passion, drawing the Nietzschean closer and closer to the brink. In his side vision, he can see the bone blades fluttering wildly and the hard thighs draw up, cradling him. He can feel the increasingly desperate grip of the warm, big hands curving over his head; the coiling tension rising higher and higher until his mouth is suddenly filled with the Nietzscheans rich taste. Harper allows the lax cock to slide from his mouth. He licks his lips and glides up Tyr's limp body, curling into the plush warmth of the Nietzschean's long frame. Harper brushes a kiss across the full lips. "You okay?"

"I'm...I'm..." Tyr nods. His amber eyes are dazed with pleasure as he stares up at Harper. He feels languid and dazzled by the force of his release and the unexpected depths of pleasure into which the human has led him. He manages to find the energy to reach up and stroke the fair hair.

Harper laughs and leans down for another quick kiss. "Good. Now it's my turn."

"Your turn?" Tyr asks, intrigued anew despite his recent release. There is more? Harper still has more to show him?

"Yep." Harper's eyes twinkle. He wiggles the tube of lube. "You're gonna love this."

"What is that?" Tyr squirms beneath the human. His cock is already rising again at the cool, silken feel of the human’s body against his; at the slow, distracting rub of Harper's thick hardness against his flank. What next? What now?

"That, my Uber StudMuffin, is lubricant."

"Uber StudMuffin?" Tyr lifts an imperious brow.

"Got a problem with that?" Harper grins. "If you do..."

"No. No problems at all." Tyr sighs softly. He feels much too good to take exception to anything that the human chose to call him in bed. Uber Studmuffin. He could get used to it with time. Hadn't he gotten used to and tolerated his First Wife's poetry?

"Good. Great." Harper eases back down, settling between Tyr's spread thighs. Harper encourages the Neitzschean's growing erection to full hardness with a series of licks and kisses. He moves lower, taking the heavy balls into his mouth, sliding his tongue over and around as he sucks delicately until Tyr is shifting restlessly on the bed again. He pulls back, stroking the heavy muscled thighs, silently urging them wider and up. Harper shivers as he stares for the first time at his goal. Beautiful and all his to claim. Harper leans down and slowly licks and kisses his way closer and closer. Tyr's breathing is becoming more and more rapid. Harper reaches his goal and swirls his tongue over the dark furl.

"Harper!" Tyr squirms, raising his thighs higher.

"Mmmmmmhmmmm?" Harper hums in reply making his tongue vibrate wantonly against the tight furl. Tyr cries out wordlessly as Harper probes delicately. Harper nuzzles the sensitive skin of Tyr's inner thighs as he strokes lube over the dark furl. The Nietzschean is breathing hard now and pressing upwards into his touch. Harper looks into the amber stare so full of heat and curiosity. "Just relax, okay?"

"I will...try." The deep voice is soft and husky with need.

Harper draws slow circles over the tight furl, delicately pressing inside. He stares down, entranced as his finger eases in and out.

Tyr shudders. His thighs spread wider as Harper eases a second finger inside, still gently thrusting in and out. It feels so strange to be invaded that way and yet...there is something compelling about the sensation. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making sure you're ready." Harper leans down, licking the darkly swollen cock from base to tip as he adds a third finger to his slow thrust and caress.

Tyr wiggles, twisting under the insistent probing. The fingers stroking in and out feel so thick but the longer the human presses into him, the greater the need he feels for something more, something else. "Ready for what?"

"For me...to make love...to you."

"Harper...I...I've never."

"I know. I'm just going to slide a little bit in at first. Just the head." Harper quickly strokes more lube over his cock. He smiles as he spreads the hard curves of Tyr's ass further apart. Oldest line in the book, Harper thinks with amusement as he sets the head of his cock against the dark furl.

"Nothing more?" Tyr writhes, rubbing his ass against the hard promise of the human's cock. Despite its girth, he is eager to try this new experience.

"I promise. Not unless you tell me to." Harper presses slowly inside. Oh, man. So tight. So hot. This is the best that he has ever had. He pants, looking down at the tip of his cock spreading the Nietzschean open. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Tyr wiggles, impaling himself a bit deeper on the satin hardness just as the human thrusts further inside. Tyr breathes in sharply. His eyes widen and his body tenses. He stills, panting harshly. "Harper! It's too much!"

Harper freezes in place, fighting back his need to move, to push deeper. He hadn't expected Tyr to move with him like that. "Am I hurting you?"

"No." Tyr gasps. His head tosses against the sheets. "I just...I feel so...so...full."

"Easy. Easy...just take a deep breath, okay? And let it out slow." Harper gathers up the dark cock, stroking it, turning the tension from pain to pleasure as Tyr breathes. As the Nietzschean exhales, Harper eases deeper. "Once more. You're doing great."

Harper trembles with the effort of restraining himself. Ummmm. The tight heat surrounding his cock feels so good. The slick sound and the sight of his cock sliding deeper and deeper between those hard swells. Ah. Magnificent. Harper pushes deeper...where is...ah, there. He grins at the stunned pleasure filling Tyr's face and the aggressive way the Nietzschean is pressing up to meet his slow thrust.

"Ahhhhh...Ohhhhhhh...What was that?" Tyr demands as he thrashes, tossing his hair wildly. His powerful hands clutch determinedly at Harper, pulling the human closer.

"What was what?" Harper laughs. Oh, yeah. Big, Bad Second Alpha just discovered his sweet spot. Oh, yeah. The Harper is good. He shifts his angle, thrusting over the spot and pumping Tyr's cock in time to each thrust. "That?"

"Yesssss, ohhhhhh yes! That...that wonderful feeling that's so...sooooo...ummmmm!!"

Harper grins. Bet he never hears another word about his height or being a kludge. Yeah, he probably doesn't look so short from this angle. "That's your sweet spot, babe. And it only gets better."

Tyr locks his thighs around the human. "Better?"

"Oh, yeah. Much, much better." Harper moans. Ooooooh. He can't last much longer. This is too, too good. The best.

Tyr arches demandingly under Harper. "More."

"I think we'd better take this slow," Harper warns. The Nietzschean probably doesn't have any idea exactly how sore that exquisite ass will feel the next morning.

"I don't want to take it slow, Harper. I want more."

"Tyr..." Harper begins.

"Fuck me, Harper!" Tyr writhes, breathing fast. He grabs the human's biceps and growls roughly. "Fuck me harder."

"I don't want to hurt you. Your ass is going to be sore enough as it is."

Tyr slides his hands up to clasp Harper's head. He kisses the human hungrily. "I don’t care. Fuck me!"

"I aim to please." Harper picks up the pace of his thrusts and the rhythm of pumping Tyr's quivering cock. "But don't blame me when you can't sit tomorrow."

"Yes. Yesss. Yesssssssss." The Nietzschean twists. His bone blades snap out. Tyr throws back his head and cries out inarticulately as the opalescent sheen of his release spills over Harper's fist. The big body goes completely limp.

"Tyr, I'm...I'm...cumming." Harper gasps as his cock pulses, pumping his climax deep inside the warmth of Tyr's ass. He collapses over the damp velvet of the Nietzschean's torso. Harper nuzzles against the wide chest. His hands slide languidly up the hard curves of dark flanks to the narrow waist.

Tyr threads his fingers through the blond spikes and tilts the human's head back, gazing into the still smoldering blue eyes. "Harper, that was wonderful."

"You ain't seen nothing yet." Harper grins. "Wait 'til I get you on your knees."

"There's more?" Tyr's eyes widen in sensual speculation.

"Oh, yeah." Harper chuckles as he snuggles closer. "Lots more. The night is just beginning."

TBC