Friends, Comforters, & Companions

Spoilers:Double Helix & And Your Heart Will Fly Away

Summary: Harper looks for a part-time job and finds something more.

Author's Note: Thanks to all our readers who have supplied feedback on this and other stories. We're really pleased that you enjoy our work enough to write and tell us how you feel. Be'Tor pops by from time to time to check on the reviews, play correspondence Goddess, and she's always jazzed when we talk about the responses later. We've written several stories with Tyr as the experienced Top so it amused us to have Tyr as the less experienced part of the male/male equation. He's not a bottom...that's for sure...but he is less experienced than in other stories. He's hardly a virgin since both wives are seriously knocked up. Please keep giving your feedback. We love it.

Part 3: The Harper is GOOD!


"Poor Josephine." Medea smirks. She leans back in her chair on the deck and smiles with satisfaction as she stares out at the voluptuous blond loitering about on the beach. Medea picks up a square of toast and bites into it with pleasure. Josephine can loiter out there all day in that tiny pink swimsuit, but it will do the bitch no good. Aretha was quite right. This new kludge -- whatever is it's name? Hawthorne? Highton? Higgins? -- is an excellent investment. It's well past dawn, the time when Tyr usually goes for a run, and her husband is still ensconed in bed with the little kludge. She had enjoyed her free night and despite the noises coming from Tyr's bedroom all night, she had managed to make a great deal of progress on her latest poetic creation.

Freya stares uncertainly at her. "What did you say?"

"I said 'Poor Josephine'." Medea takes another bite of toast. She actually feels quite hungry this morning for a change. The two slices of toast on her plate are not going to be enough. What else shall she order the kitchen staff to prepare for her? The fruit bowl that the Second Wife is nibbling tentatively on looks good. And an omlet might be nice. She settles more comfortably against the floral cushions.

"Why? I thought you hated her." Freya frowns as she glances quickly across the beach at the woman slowly strolling there.

"Oh, I do. I'm just watching her pacing on the beach. She's waiting for our husband and he's otherwise engaged." Medea chuckles. "That little kludge is certainly energetic if it has kept our husband abed this late. What's it's name again, Freya?"

"Harper. His name is Harper. Do try to remember, Medea. We don't want to upset him." Freya frowns disapprovingly.

"It has feelings?" Medea chuckles.

"Yes, he has feelings. Harper is not an it; he's a he and it's 'human' not 'kludge'." Freya lifts a pale orange melon slice to her lips.

"Oh, all right. Harper...Harper...I can remember that." Medea taps the table idly with her stylus.

"We want him to enjoy his time here. The longer he stays, the more freedom we have." Freya reminds Medea. Hiring this human had been an excellent idea. She got to spend the night alone and sleep as late as she pleased, secure in the knowledge that all her husband's energies were directed in a safe direction. She glances through the glass door. Still no sign of Tyr or Harper. "I do believe our plan has been successful.”

"If the sounds coming from our husband's room all night are any indication," Medea pauses to sip her tea, "The little klu -- human will probably be exhausted this morning. I do hope he will have recovered enough by nightfall to entertain Tyr again. I'm almost done with my new poem."

"Morning, ladies."

Freya looks up in surprise as the human walks through the sliding glass door. Harper is wearing only a pair of baggy red swimtrunks. There is a cluster of vivid purple passion marks near his dataport and a few marks dotting his chest as well. Apparently her husband had throughly enjoyed his gift. The human appears none the worse for a night with Tyr. He strolls across the deck with an easy stride and his blue eyes sparkle bright and alert. "Good morning, Harper." She glances at Medea who has turns wide eyes toward the human.

"It's Freya, right?" Harper smiles in her direction.

Freya nods. "Yes, it is."

Harper turns to look at the other woman. "And you're Medea."

"That is correct...Harper." Medea smiles indulgently. She lifts an eyebrow in Freya's direction smugly triumphant at getting the klu-human's name right.

Freya gestures invitingly at the chair between them. "Would you care to join us for breakfast?"

"Thanks, I am feeling a little hungry." Harper glances out at the ocean. "Ummmm...do I have time for a swim first? I was kinda hoping to get a little time in the water before I got started on the repairs."

"Take your time, Harper, there's no hurry on the repairs." Medea's smile widens as she studies Harper, noting the assorted passion marks decorating his pale skin. She looks across the beach. Oh, good. Josephine is still there and staring up at the house. Wait until the bitch gets an eyeful of their new human. "Enjoy yourself. The staff can serve you breakfast whenever you like."

"Great. Thanks." Harper hurries across the wooden deck and slows as he hits the beach. He loves the feel of sunwarmed sand under his feet. The beach is all his. Well, almost. There's one woman standing at the edge of the surf. Her breasts sway, pressing against tiny pink triangles as she lowers the hand that she has been shading her eyes with. She's kind of a looker. Harper smiles as he gets closer.

"You! You there! Kludge!" She yells at Harper as she tosses her long blond hair over her shoulder.

"Are you talking to me?" Harper pauses at the edge of the surf, wiggling his toes in the damp sand.

"Of course, I'm speaking to you, you half-wit kludge! Now, answer me, What are you doing here?"

Whoa. What's her problem? He's got every right to be here. Why is she staring at him so hard? It's a big beach. If swimming on the same stretch as a human bugs her, she can just move on. Harper scowls back. "I'm a 'human' not a 'kludge', and I live here. What's it to you?"

Her eyes narrow disdainfully as she slowly looks him up and down, lingering on purplish splotches on his throat and chest. "I suppose you're that Edward -- Arethea's kludge -- that I've heard so much gossip about."

"Stop with the 'kludge' comments and back off, lady." Harper glowers. Sheeesh, Nietzscheans. Well, he shouldn't think badly of all of them. Medea had managed to remember his name this morning. And Tyr -- he can feel his scowl softening into a smugly sensual smile -- Tyr's the best. The only reason he isn't still snuggled up to Dark and Studly, is that he knows that the big guy will be far too sore for fun and games this morning. But, later -- oh, yes -- does he have plans for later.

She huffs, inflating her breasts threateningly against the tiny scrapes of cloth attempting to hold them at bay. "I didn't believe the rumors. Some people will let anything in their house."

Harper casts a speculative glance at the house where he'd seen the dark human last night. Could that be the infamous Edward by any chance? From what he'd seen last night it looked like ol' Edward had the same comforting contract that he did. How many humans are living around here anyway? He'll have to look Edward up and see what info, he can pry out of the guy. Harper looks back at the glaring woman. What is her malfunction? He's just walking on the beach. If that upsets her so much, she better brace herself 'cause he's hitting the water next. "No, I'm not Edward. I'm Harper, and I live at the Anasazi house."

"What?! Liar!" Her eyes widen in shock and she takes a step back. Josephine whirls to stare up at the house. She growls as Medea smirks and waves at her. Her gaze returns in horror to the short kludge. It can't be true. It can't. No. Medea is just trying to play games with her. Tyr would never bed one of those creatures. "Tyr would never let a human near his house."

"Yeah, well, shows how much you know, doesn't it?" Harper smirks and wades past her to slide smoothly into the water. Oh, yes. This is the life. Beach front living. A gorgeous man in his bed every night. And not just any bed, but a huge, huge bed. Nothing like the tiny bunks on the Maru. Kitchen staff to fix anything he wants. Swims in the ocean whenever he feels like it. And no Bobby cluttering up the landscape. Oh, yeah. This is the best. Absolutely. There's only one small problem. After one night in Tyr's bed, his contract is already beginning to feel too limited. He's gonna hate to give all this up at the end of the year. He's never felt so good in his entire life.


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"Harper?" Tyr stirs slowly against the sheets and groans. His eyes open and he turns his head to survey the wild jumble of sheets and pillows. He vaguely remembers the human kissing his shoulder and slipping softly out of bed. How long ago was that? It's far past dawn when he usually rises. He yawns and rubs his cheek against the crisp fabric of his pillow. Ah, well, it won't hurt him to miss one dawn run. Since his new companion enjoys water sports so much, perhaps he will begin substituting a morning swim for a run. Yes. That would be nice. A sport that they could share together. Tyr smiles with sleepy satisfaction. It had been close to dawn by the time that they'd drifted off to sleep. His new companion had left him throughly, deliciously sated in a way that he'd not felt since his wives began growing big with child.

Tyr stretches and freezes at the ache throbbing in his ass. His companion had warned him, but the soreness is a small price compared to the intense pleasure that he'd felt every time the human sank deep inside him during the night. He had not been able to get enough of the new sensation or of the feel of Harper's cool mouth on him. Even now, his body stirs, wanting both again. Perhaps it's just as well that his human is off having a swim and breakfast. He has a meeting this morning with the Council of Alphas in the capital otherwise he would linger here until Harper returns. Tyr eases himself over and lies still, gasping. How is he going to manage the meeting? If lying on his back feels like this, he does not even want to imagine sitting for hours. Even the few minutes that it will take to fly into the captial will be difficult. Perhaps a shower will help. He levers himself painfully out of bed and takes a step. Ooh. That doesn't feel much better than sitting. He better get there extra early so he can already be in the room when the others arrive. Waiting for them won't make him look any worse than limping into the meeting room as they watch him. Or having to listen to the jokes and comments for months to come. Once word got out about his companion, they would all know exactly why he'd been so stiff and sore. Tyr steps into the shower and turns on the water. He leans into to the warm spray. Oh, yes. His muscles ease and loosen under the heated water. Reluctantly he leaves the wonderful soothing heat of the water and dries himself off. He pauses in front of the full length mirror as he blots his hair. He grins. The human had left him with a fine set of passion marks to display.

Tyr eases into a pair of black leather pants and fastens a dark green vest over his chest. He sweeps his long hair over one shoulder and studies his image. Yes. This will do nicely. The vest conceals most of the marks, but shows just enough of them to hint at the presence of more. The bare side of his throat shows off a dark blotch just under the edge of his jaw. His eyeslids droop in a sleepy satisfied way and his lips are still slightly swollen. No one seeing him will have any doubts that he had experienced a most satisfactory evening at home. Or that he is an Alpha whose attentions are greatly in demand.

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Tyr pauses in the front hallway, gathering himself. Even with the aid of his nanobots, he's still sore. All that sitting around in endless meetings. Normally there was a certain entertainment in watching all the intrigues and maneovuering as each of the Alphas tried to gain his favor or permission for assorted projects. He forces himself to stride into the living area with his usual confident step. All he'd been able to think of all day is the steam room. And Harper. Preferably Harper in his steam room. He bends stiffly to brush a kiss across Freya's mouth.

"Good evening, Husband." Freya smiles warmly at him as she strokes back his braids.

Tyr offers his Second Wife a gentle smile. "How have you been feeling today?" His hand spreads across the swell of her stomach.

"Well, Husband." Freya places her hand over his. She frowns as she looks up at him. "And you, how was your day with the Council."

"Boring." Tyr sighs. "Nothing of interest.

Freya pats his hand and moves to sit in her chair. "Do you want to refresh yourself before the evening meal?"

Tyr walks over to kiss Medea. "I may spend a few moments in the steam room before joining you for the meal."

Medea looks speculatively at him as she fingers her stylus and flexi. She reluctantly lowers both to the lap of her purple robe. "Husband, you look tired. We can have one of the staff bring your food to your room."

"I'm not tired." Tyr bristles. Both his wives are looking at him with undo interest. Do they think that he's getting old? That he lacks stamina? He can run circles around men half his age.

"Of course not," Freya soothes. She exchanges a quick look with Medea. "But a bit of time in the steam room will be relaxing."

Medea nod. "Yes. Take your time. We may be in bed before you return to eat."

Tyr looks from one to the other and smiles. His wives honor him. They exist together in harmony. They understand the needs of a man and take steps to satisfy those needs. Surely he is the luckiest of men. "I am most fortunate that you both chose me."

Freya curls back in her chair with an air of satisfaction as she arranges the folds of her loose burgundy robe around her long legs. She was lucky that such a prime Alpha had come to visit her Pride. She cups a hand over the curve of her stomach. Her son is going to be so beautiful with a sire like Tyr. She raises an eyebrow as she notices Tyr discreetly watching the door leading to the hallway. Her lips twitch with a knowing smile. "You have a question, Husband?"

"Has the human retired already?" Tyr feigns nonchalance as he leans lightly against the back of Medea's chair.

Medea shakes her head as she glances down at her flexi with longing. "Oh no, the little klu...sorry Freya...the little human has been busy tinkering with repairs all day. He's a jewel. He's been quite tireless."

"WHAT?!" Tyr straightens and stares disbelievingly down at her blond head. Is his dear First Wife saying that the little human is more of an Alpha than he? That the human has more energy, more stamina? The human is younger...Tyr frowns.

Freya widens her eyes warningly at her co-wife before lavishing an affectionate smile on her husband. "What Medea means is that Harper has been working on a few of the tasks we have assigned him."

"I see." Tyr nods. He bends to drop a kiss on the top of Medea's head. He walks across the room, pausing to kiss Freya's forehead. "I will be in the steam room if either of you needs anything."

"Of course." Freya calls as she snuggles comfortably back in her chair and Medea begins tapping on the flexi, "We'll be sure to tell Harper where he can find you."


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Tyr drapes a thick teal towel over the white tiles of the long built-in bench surrounding the steam room floor. He lies back, raising one thigh to conceal his swollen shaft, already quivering with excitement at the thought of having his human in the steam room. He's always wanted to have a lover in here, but both his wives complained that it was much too hot a setting to be pleasant. He had always found the steamy dampness and the billowing clouds of steam sensual. He folds a second towel on the bench and pillows his head on it, carefully sweeping his hair back to cascade over the edge of the bench. Now all he needs is for Harper to join him. He has been thinking of Harper for most of the day. His time with the City Alphas had seemed infinitely tedious, knowing that Harper was waiting for him. He could barely contain his eagerness to come home and bed his new companion again and again.

He breathes in the heavy humid air as the white clouds of steam, lightly scented with eucalptus, billow up from the vents near the floor and surround him in a misty cloud. He slides his hand down the damp plain of his stomach to idly cup and caress his shaft and balls as he closes his eyes, imagining Harper's touch. Imagining Harper's sweat slicked body plunging relentlessly into his sore ass as his thighs close demandingly around the human's narrow waist. Tyr shivers with remembered pleasure. His hand glides back up his chest, his skin is beaded with damp from the steam. He moans softly with pleasure as the heavy humidness soaks into him, leaving him with a sensation of languid sensuality. Tyr smiles as the door slides open, then closes softly. Ahhh, good. His new companion has joined him. What will Harper do? What will the human have to show him this time? He peeks from under his long lashes as Harper pads softly through the billowing steam. The human is bare; his pale skin gleams like moonlight under the fine sheen of dampness. His hair is drooping and darkening as the steam settles damply onto it. The hardness of his shaft shimmers rosily against the dark gold froth of curls. Tyr shudders, inhaling the human’s intoxicating scent.

"You awake big guy?" Harper asks softly as he leans over the Nietzschean to set a bottle of lube down in one of the nooks. His gaze moves over the wide chest and down the flat stomach to the narrow hips. He grins. Looks like somebody was happy to see him. Oh, man. Just look at the width and length of that cock. He knows exactly what he wants to do with such abundance too. Harper kneels over the prone Nietzschean and slides possessive hands down the flat waist, enjoying the way the hard muscles ripple and flex at his touch.

"Yes." Tyr's eyes flutter open as he stirs beneath the cool glide of the human's palms. Apparently his companion has no reservations about appropriate activites for steam rooms. Good. "Mmmmmm. Your hands feel..."

Harper fingers the cloud of curls surrounding his goal. He curls his hands over the dusky thickness of Tyr's cock and squeezes lightly. "What do they feel like?"

Tyr groans with pleasure. He looks down the length of his body, swelling harder as he watches the clever pale hands fondling his dark cock so knowingly. His companion's contract seems much too short. A mere year of this is not nearly enough. He must find ways to convince the human to stay. He will not lose this new delight. He will not lose Harper. The human must remain his companion and part of his household. "Wonderful."

"You ain't seen nothing yet." Harper moves up, sitting on Tyr's narrow waist, his thighs frame the Nietzschean's chest. Harper leans forward, licking his way up the center of Tyr's chest to the base of the dark throat. He flicks his tongue in the hollow there. Ummmm. The Nietzschean tastes so good. He could just lick that creamy dark skin for hours.

Tyr growls, arching his throat, offering it up to the cool damp of Harper's mouth. His hands glide up the human's muscled thighs to spread over the hard curves of his companion's flanks. He wants to slide deep into the human. He wants to know the other side of the pleasure; to know what Harper felt while thrusting into him. Will the human agree to it? "Harper. What are you doing?"

Harper leans further forward, cupping the dark face in his palms as he stares down into the smoldering amber eyes. He smiles and nibbles teasingly at the lush curves of Tyr's lips. "I'm going to make love to you."

Tyr squirms with anticipation. His full lips part on a sensual sigh."Here?"

"Oh, yeah," Harper whispers against Tyr's lips. His fingers trace the outlines of Tyr's beard. "Right here."

"I want you." Tyr cups his hands more firmly over the human's ass, pressing Harper into him. He stares into the hot blue eyes as he traces a finger down the cleft and feels his companion tremble against him. "I want you to ride me, take me inside you."

"I thought you'd never ask." Harper fists his hand in the long braids. He hovers teasingly over the lush fullness of the Nietzschean's lips even as Tyr raises his head, seeking the promised kiss.

"You're wrong little man. I'm not asking."

Harper pulls back, keeping his parted lips just barely out of reach. His hand tightens, knotting around the damp braids as steam clouds billow whitely around them. "That's good to know. You think you can take me after last night?"

"Oh, I know I can." Tyr slips a hand between Harper's thighs and traces a slow, lazy circle over the tip of the human’s shaft. He laughs softly as Harper makes a desperate noise and rubs against him.

Harper gasps, dragging the humid air and Tyr's wonderful scent deep into his lungs as he struggles for control. That teasing fingertip gliding so slowly over him is fast driving him to the edge. Tyr is so responsive, so giving. How is he gonna leave in a year? After a year of Tyr's magic hands, he'll be ruined for anyone else. He just might have grossly overestimated his ability to stay detached and in control of the situation. No. He has overestimated. Hadn't he just said it, admitted it earler when he spoke of making love to Tyr? The first time...that'd been sex, but somewhere during the night, it had changed. He'd stopping having sex with Tyr and started making love to the Nietzschean. Harper bites his lower lip. "You're gonna drive me crazy."

"No, just past the edge of your endurance," Tyr whispers the promise as he stares intently into the human's eyes. Something has changed in the vivid blue depths. There is something else, something more almost hidden behind the desire blazing in his companion's eyes.

"Care to wager who will call out whose name first?" Harper lowers his gaze, suddenly afraid of what Tyr might read in his eyes. He stares at Tyr's mouth, openly admiring the sensual lushness of it.

"Yes. You will. I want you...now!"

Harper smiles at the fierce demand. He's been dreaming about this mouth all day while he's been repairing things around the house. He might well dream of this mouth until his last day alive. He closes the tiny distance between them, molding his lips to the full curves of Tyr's, sinking voluptuously into the welcoming heat. Ummmm. Tyr tastes so good. Harper moans as Tyr's hot velvet tongue aggressively fills his mouth. Harper presses closer, curling his tongue around Tyr's and launching a slow exploration of the Nietzschean's mouth. He finally raises his head to study Tyr's swollen, still parted lips and half closed eyes with considerable satisfaction. He isn't the only one wanting and needing. Harper loosens his grip on the Nietschean's hair, allowing the braids to slide through his fingers. He kisses the corded lines of Tyr's throat and whispers in between kisses, "I gotta warn you. Once you have my ass; I'm yours forever."

"I certainly hope so." Tyr slides one hands up the damp skin of the human's back to curl around Harper's nape. He pulls his companion back down for a long, slow kiss.

"Let me get the lube." Harper laughs huskily as he rises up on his knees. He pours a generous handful into his palm and slicks it slowly over Tyr's cock. "There's no way I'm gonna ride this monster without lubricant."

"Now, Harper." Tyr growls impatiently as the human strokes and squeezes him. As much as he enjoys watching those pale hands moving over him, he wants more. He wants to know Harper this way. His hands glide up the pale thighs and close over the rosy cock. "Ride me!”

Harper stares into the amber depths of Tyr's eyes as he eases down, feeling the wide head pressing lightly against him. Then more firmly. Then pushing inside. It's been so long since he's done this. Since he's allowed any of his lovers this intimate possession of him. With Tyr it seems right. No, it is right. He holds the Nietzschean's hot stare as he eases lower and lower, taking more and more of Tyr inside him. "Oh, God!"

"Are you injured?" Tyr asks huskily. As wonderful as this feels; he doesn't want the human in pain.

Harper groans as he finally slides all the way down. He wriggles with pleasure, intensely aware of every inch of the Nietzschean's cock spreading him wide. Slowly he eases back up, reluctantly releasing the hard length, only to reclaim it by gliding down again.
"No. It just feels so damn good."

"Yesssssss...it does." Tyr stares back at Harper's flushed face, entranced by the slow rise and fall of his companion's lithe body through the misty steam. The slow appearance and disappearance of his hard cock as Harper moves over him. The heavy humid air fills his lungs as he fills the human with his cock. Harper feels so good, so tight. His hands ruthlessly stroke the human's rosy cock as his hips thrust upwards into Harper's slow downward slide. "Harper..."

Harper closes his eyes, concentrating on the sweet glide of his lover's cock inside him. "Mmmmm...?"

"Look at me." Tyr orders as he caresses the swollen length of the human's cock. "Open your eyes. I want to look in your eyes when you cum."

Harper opens his eyes, staring down into the dark amber gaze. If only this was forever...nothing will ever be this good again after he has to leave. He will be doomed to dream endlessly of Tyr' amber eyes and dark velvet skin if he can't find some way to keep this. He has a year. He's smart. He'll figure something out. Staring into Tyr's eyes as he glides up and down the Nietzschean's big cock is the most intimate and satisfying experience that he's ever had. Is there more than lust in the dark gaze? He wants to believe it's so. "So good...so good."

"Not yet, Harper." Tyr gasps as the human's pace becomes more urgent. He wants this to last. He can't get enough of the tight cling of his companion's body. "I don't want to cum yet."

"I can't...I can't..." Harper throws his head back, crying out as his seed spills over the dark hands pumping him. He slumps forward as he squirms on the hard thickness still spreading him wide. "Ohhh...oh God...that was...that was the best."

Tyr grips the pale flanks possessively as he thrusts, slowly easing in and out of his companion's exquisite ass. He pants hoarsely as he tries vainly to find the control to hold back, but the human feels too good. And the slick, wet sounds are too arousing. Involuntarily his thrusts speed up. "No. You are."

"Flatterer." Harper moves with each thrust, staring down into the dazed depths of those gorgeous eyes. Is there a trace of tenderness shading the dark amber? Ooooooh. Tyr feels so good this way...so hard, and thick, and hot. No one has ever felt this good...this right.

"Harper! Harper!!"

Harper smiles in triumph as the lean body arches beneath him and Tyr's hands clutch his thighs, pressing deep inside him one last time, filling him with the heat of Tyr's release. He is reluctant to disengage...to lose the feel of Tyr pressed so intimately inside him. Harper leans down and softly kisses the lush mouth. "Do you want me to move?"

"No. Stay." Tyr wraps his arms around the human, cradling Harper close. His hands glide slickly over the damp skin of his companion's back as he strokes Harper.

Harper rubs his cheek against Tyr's shoulder. Now that he's sated, he can't help, but notice the heat more as the steam surges and eddies around them. He's beginning to feel almost too hot, wrapped around Tyr's long body. He stirs, sitting up and smiling ruefully down at the Nietzschean. "I'd love to lie here, but...um..."

Tyr reluctantly opens his eyes and looks inquiringly at his companion. "But?"

"I'm starving. I haven't had a thing to eat since before lunch." Harper eases up, sighing wistfully as Tyr's relaxed cock slips from his body.

"Well, we can't have that." Tyr chuckles. He sits up and scoops the small human up in his arms, kissing Harper's forehead.

Harper slips his arms around Tyr's neck as the Nietzschean strides out of the steam room with him. He shivers at the sudden coolness of the air on his bare skin. "Shower with me?"

"That is my desire. And, before you ask, it is not my only desire."

"Good to know." Harper runs his finger along the bearded chin as he snuggles comfortably into Tyr's strong arms.


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