Shieldbrothers: Pride of the Kodiak

Chapter Eight: Harper’s Revenge

Harper walks down the corridor, swinging his red duffle bag. It feels so good to be back on Andromeda, to be among friends instead of playing target for those malicious, gossipy Jaguars. He is exhausted from the stress of being pulled this way and that. He could not have endured being trapped down there one more hour and Tyr had given him no reason to stay. He can wait for Tyr on the Andromeda and keep his mind off things by making himself useful instead of idling about Charlemagne’s court. He had not even bothered to leave a message for Tyr. He had grabbed his few things, tossed them in his duffle, and left.

Chimaera had been delighted for the excuse to pilot the Maru down to pick him up. Harper smiles at the memory. The kid is really a natural at piloting. Chimaera couldn’t stop talking about Beka. Enough so that Harper is beginning to wonder if it is more than the kid simply being impressed by her piloting skills. Hmmm. Maybe he ought to check into that later. Harper spent a bit of time visiting with his boys then decided to get some rest before starting to work on the million things Rommie told him about on his way to his quarters.

Harper quickens his pace as he gets closer to his quarters. His grin widens. He’d barely gotten out of the Maru when Rommie hit him with a wish list of repairs. Reassuring evidence of how he is needed and valued on the Andromeda. He’ll unpack, take a shower and get to work. From the size of Rommie’s list, he should have plenty to occupy his attention until Tyr returns.

The doors shush open. Harper steps inside. He hesitates there, remembering the first time that he had stepped over that threshold with his duffle bag in hand. He almost expects to see Tyr standing in the shadows again but Tyr is not there. The place feels oddly hollow without Tyr in it but he could not watch the happy Kodiak couple one more minute. Even after he had made his choice between Tyr and Möbius nothing much had changed. Tyr is still with Diana and Harper is alone. What else is new, right? Harper’s jaw tightens. Tyr is going to pay dearly for everything starting with the display and that damned coupling ceremony – oh, does Tyr owe him for that one -- and then promptly abandoning him again once he rejected Möbius. He will claim Tyr so hard and thoroughly that the Nietzschean will have plenty of bruises and aches to remember him by.

Harper tosses the red duffle bag on the bed. He peels out of his clothes and heads for the shower. He pauses in front of the mirror, twisting this way and that. Möbius’ marks are almost gone, thank the Divine. He had enjoyed Möbius but discovered that he had not felt comfortable wearing Möbius’ marks. The marks just didn’t feel right, the way that Tyr’s did. He is still grateful for the pleasure that Möbius gave him and for evidence that all of the Harper equipment is functional once again.

“Harper, may I interrupt?” Andromeda’s hologram suddenly appears in front of him.

Harper grabs a towel and tucks it quickly around his waist. “Hey, Rom doll, can’t a guy get a little bit of privacy?”

“You did not engage privacy protocols.” The hologram tilts her head to one side with a charming air of puzzlement. “Is this a bad time?”

Harper sighs. He’s too tired to try to explain it to her. “Nope. What’s up?”

“My aft sensor array is not…right.”

“I suppose this is in addition to the gazillion other items you briefed me about not twenty minutes ago.” Harper shakes his head.

“Yes.”

“Let me get cleaned up and I’ll get on it as soon as I can.” Harper turns toward the shower. He grabs his loosened towel hurriedly as he notices that she hasn’t left. “Something else?”

“How are you feeling?” The hologram smiles hopefully. “We have missed you.”

“I’m fine, Rommie.” Harper ducks his head. “Everything is copasetic.”

“Very good. It’s good to have you back.” The hologram winks out.

“Yep. Good to be back.” Harper tosses the towel on the rack. He scrubs himself briskly, wanting to certain that he has removed every trace of Möbius’ scent. Eager to get back to work, he towels off quickly and grabs the first clothes that he comes to. Harper hustles out the door and sprints off to engineering. He skids to a stop when he spots Bellerophon waiting for him. Hmmm. The kid is looking a bit lost.

“Harper.” Bellerophon looks up with a wide smile. He ties his hair back. “I thought I’d help you. If you don’t mind.”

“Nah. Extra hands are definitely a plus around here. How did you know I was going to be here?” Harper picks up his tool belt and buckles it around his waist.

“I asked the ship where you were supposed to start work today.”

“Good answer. Where’s your brother?” Harper asks with a thoughtful glance at Bellerophon. The two kids usually stuck together.

Bellerophon shrugs. He picks up a soldering wand and looks at it curiously. “This is a lot smaller than I remember.”

Harper blushes and takes the wand. He sets it aside, out of the way. “I’m truly sorry about that. All I can say is I wasn’t myself.”

“I know, Harper.” Bellerophon nods. He fingers a screwdriver. “Chimaera is hanging around Captain Valentine.”

“Oh, yeah? What are they doing?” Harper picks up a pad and starts tapping commands in, preparing to do diagnostics.

“Piloting stuff, I guess.” Bellerophon’s tone is one of careful indifference but his grip tightens on the screwdriver

Harper looks up at him. Had his boys had an argument? “You guess?”

“Yeah…” Bellerophon drops the screwdriver on top of the other tools.

“Something going on between you and your brother?”

“Not really. I mean he doesn’t really talk much to me anymore.” Bellerophon’s voice drops to a whisper.

“You guys have an argument or something?” Harper pretends to turn his attention back to the pad but continues to watch the kid from the corner of his eyes. Maybe Bellerophon will feel more inclined to confess up to the problem if he isn’t being openly watched.

“No. I mean…Harper, I…” Bellerophon glances uneasily at Harper. “I think…my brother…likes the Captain.”

Huh. Doesn’t sound like a problem to him. Certainly not one to leave Bellerophon wandering around with a forlorn air. Harper gives his full attention to the figures on his pad. “Good. I’m sure she likes him too.”

Bellerophon leans closer, touching the human’s arm. “No, Harper. Chimaera really likes the Captain.”

Harper stops tapping on the pad and stares. “What did you just say? Did you just say that Chimaera has a crush on Beka?”

“That’s not what I said…but…” Bellerophon hedges, hunching his shoulders defensively.

“That’s what you meant.”

“Yeah. He hangs around her all the time now. She’s showing him stuff about piloting and that’s good, right? It’s just that…” Bellerophon picks up some wiring and toys with it, bending it in neat geometric shapes.

Harper nudges him. “Spill, kid.”

“Well, we used to do everything together and now…he always wants to see what ‘Captain Beka’ has to say about whatever…It’s like I’m not even here.” Bellerophon’s wide shoulders droop.

“Does Beka know he has a crush on her?” Harper raises his eyebrow.

“I don’t think so.” Bellerophon admits. “I’m not even sure Chimaera knows.”

Huh. This has all the earmarks of a potentially awkward situation. It might be best to just let things ride for the moment but if Bellerophon is upset…Harper eyes the kid. “Do you want me to say something to him?”

“No.” Bellerophon sighs. He stares at the floor but doesn’t move. “Well…I guess I’ll go work on those katas that Father told us to do.”

“Wait.” Harper touches the kid’s arm. “I really can use the extra help.”

Bellerophon smiles widely. His dark eyes lighten with pleasure. “Really?”

“Yeah. Like I said, you can never have enough hands. You can help recalibrate the sensor array.” Harper holds out the pad.

“That sounds complicated.” Bellerophon takes it and studies the screen with interest.

“Not really. You just have to know where to look and what to tweak.” Harper grins.

Bellerophon looks sidelong at Harper. He hesitates for a long moment before finally asking, “How long before father comes back?”

Harper stills. His face and voice are suddenly expressionless. “I’m not really sure. He and I have not talked about that.”

“He is coming back, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. He belongs here on Andromeda.” Bellerophon nods shortly. He stares down at the pad, his face set in stern lines. “When is he going to ship us off to live with those Nietzscheans?”

“We’re not going to worry about that right now, okay?” Harper touches Bellerophon’s shoulder. “That’s not gonna happen for a while…if at all.”

“Harper. I’d rather stay on Andromeda with you and father.”

“Come on, kid. Let’s get this work done before Rommie has my head.” Harper smiles and pats Bellerophon on the back.

****
Harper must be in the access tunnels. Tyr frowns. He has been to their quarters and lingered there, savoring his shieldbrother’s distracting scent. Tantalizing himself with the knowledge of how much more satisfying it will be to revel in that scent on the warm body of his shieldbrother. He will see that his own scent mingles with it as soon as he can lay hands on Harper. He has searched the command deck and the machine shops to no avail. Harper is still eluding him.

He found Chimaera with Beka going over piloting techniques in a flight simulator. He could scent his son’s arousal from the doorway. When he gets back he is going to have to talk to Beka about his precocious son. She is unlikely to have had much experience with adolescent Nietzscheans. Beka must tread carefully. Then he found Bellerophon in the gym working on katas. His son’s technique has improved measurably. Both his sons had seemed happy to see him although they were a little distant. They are still angry about the apparent transferal of his affections from Harper to Diana. They will understand better as they mature and spend more time with Nietzscheans.

Now. Where is Harper? There are hundreds of access tunnels on the Andromeda. Which one is Harper in? He has a limited amount of time to spend with Harper before he must leave on the Archduke’s business.

“Ship!” Tyr commands forcefully then moderates his tone. “Andromeda, where is Harper?”

“Harper is jacked into my aft sensor array via a conduit in the corridor on deck 22. Shall I alert him and let him know you are looking for him?”

“Thank you. No. I will find him.”

Tyr strides off. He stalks down deck 22, hunting. A bright splash of white catches his eye. He turns down the corridor and finds his shieldbrother slumped against the bulkhead. Tyr pauses, his gaze lingering over the muscles revealed by the tight shirt. The white tee has ridden up, exposing the pale skin of Harper’s stomach.

Tyr kneels. He strokes Harper’s cheek, delicately tracing the line of cheekbones and jaw. He leans close and inhales the alluring scent of the human. Möbius’ stench is gone. Tyr presses his face to the bare skin of Harper’s exposed stomach. He nuzzles his way up to Harper’s throat. He will not leave Harper unmarked again. He will have no more challenges for his possession, for his rights to Harper.

Tyr sighs, partially contented at having marked his shield brother again. He sits back on his heels. No telling how long Harper has been swimming through the data streams or how long the human will need to linger there. Tyr eases the human to one side and slips behind Harper. He gently, carefully pulls the human to lie between his strong thighs, cradled against his chest.

He kisses the length of Harper’s throat. The human tastes delicious, intoxicating. Tyr closes his mouth over the pale skin, sucking close to the dataport drawing a shiver from the human. Even if Harper does not return in time for more, the human will now, at least, bear his scent and mark. He needs this. He wants to…needs to…spend time with Harper before he leaves on the mission for Charlemagne. If he has to spend part of that time sitting on the hard bulkhead cradling the inert body of his lover, so be it. There are worse ways to pass the time. Harper is safe in his arms and marked as his shieldbrother. That is all that matters.

Tyr nuzzles Harper’s blond spikes as the human takes a deep breath. Harper must be coming out of the data stream. How soon before Harper notices he’s being held by his shieldbrother? Will Harper be surprised? Or will he be annoyed? No way to tell for sure.

Harper stirs again, his head rolling against Tyr’s shoulder. “Okay, Rommie, how’s that?”
Harper opens his eyes as he reaches up to unplug the jack. He rubs his cheek against Tyr’s shoulder. He presses a kiss on the skin showing around the edge of Tyr’s brown vest. “Hey, Tyr.”

“You’re not surprised.” Tyr bends to kiss Harper’s nape. The human didn’t sound angry either. Good.

“Rommie told me you were waiting for me. She didn’t want me to go into shock or something when I came out and you were holding me.”

“She did? I told her not to alert you.” Tyr growls against Harper’s throat.

Harper stretches languidly against his lover’s chest. “She just told me you were waiting. She didn’t say what you were doing.”

Tyr strokes a hand over the white tee shirt, seeking the tight beads of the human’s nipples. It has been longer than he cares to consider since he had the pleasure of setting his mouth on them. He cannot wait much longer. He must reclaim Harper. “I am pleased to see you.”

Harper wriggles back, smiling at the urgent pressure of Tyr’s swollen shaft. “Yeah, I can tell that.”

“I need you, Seamus.” Tyr breathes softly against the human’s ear. “I have missed you.”

Harper frowns. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on the planet making like the proud papa-to-be?”

“I must leave soon.”

“What?” Harper twists around, looking indignantly up into Tyr’s face. “You mean that you just came for a quickie then you’re going back to your wife?”

“No.” Tyr brushes his lips across Harper’s brow. “I came because I’m going on a mission for Charlemagne.”

Harper’s eyes widen in dismay. “No. I don’t like the sound of that. What kind of mission?”

“I can’t tell you that.” Tyr curls one strong arm around Harper and slides his hand under the tee shirt, caressing the smooth skin of Harper’s chest. He smiles as the human arches in his arms as his thumb rubs over a nipple.

“Right. Why am I not surprised?” Harper grouses.

Tyr presses a pleading kiss against Harper’s throat. “I want to spend this time with you. Don’t push your anger between us.”

“I am so not liking the sound of this.” Harper pulls away and stands, frowning down at Tyr. “This sounds like one of those really, really dangerous missions that you don’t expect to come back from.”

“I’m coming back,” Tyr promises. He slides a possessive hand up Harper’s thigh.

Harper moves away, out of touching distance. He hunches his shoulders. “You can’t be sure of that.”

Tyr pushes lithely to his feet. He cups Harper’s pale face between his palms. He cannot control himself much longer with the glorious scent of Harper’s arousal filling his lungs. It has been far too long. He needs Harper, badly. “I am as sure of that as I am of your feelings for me…and mine for you.”

Tyr sighs with pleasure as Harper buries his hands in the rich fall of braids, stroking and nuzzling them. Yes. His eyes close in delight as Harper aggressively yanks his head down and takes his mouth. He yields instantly, opening his mouth wide, trembling at the seductive, suggestive glide of Harper’s tongue. This is so good. So good.

“Ummm…why don’t we take this…discussion…back to our quarters?” Harper murmurs against Tyr’s lips.

“Is that what we’re doing…discussing?” Tyr chuckles. He nips at Harper’s lower lip.

Harper fills his hands with the hard curves of Tyr’s ass. The leather pants are smooth and warm under his roaming palms. His fingers dance teasingly down the cleft. “Negotiating?”

Tyr growls. At this rate, he will be taking Harper up against the wall. The human seems determined to drive him feral with want. “What are we negotiating?”

Harper slides a hand around to measure the swollen length filling the front of the leather pants. “Who gets to do what to whom.”

“We are?” Tyr takes Harper’s mouth in a bruising kiss. Is Harper going to demand his submission at last? Please. Please. Please. “What are you willing to give, Seamus? What do you want to take?”

Harper turns passion dazed eyes on his lover. “I want to take your ass.”

“I thought you would never ask.” Finally. Tyr shudders against Harper.

Harper seizes the long braids and pulls Tyr’s head down. His blue eyes are hot and determined as he stares boldly into the Nietzschean’s eyes. “I’m not asking.”

“You want to take me here?” Tyr trembles with anticipation at the hard demand in Harper’s voice. He has been waiting with longing for his shieldbrother to finally demand the rights due him in exactly that commanding tone.

“No, not here. I want you where I can take my time and ride you at my leisure.” Harper pats the leather flap affectionately. He hooks his fingers into the front of Tyr’s leathers and tugs.

“Ride me?” Tyr raises an eyebrow.

“Oh yes…looooong…and hard.” Harper caresses Tyr’s ass. “Deep.”

“Ummmmm.” Tyr obediently falls into step. He has missed this play with his shieldbrother. He had feared after the way that Harper seemed to shrink in on himself after being rescued that Harper would never be playful or demanding with him again. He had mourned the sudden dousing of Harper’s mischievous spirit but now, it seems that the human has rediscovered it. Tyr revels in each teasing touch, pinch…each caress; at the way that Harper cannot seem to get enough of touching him. He has been long starved for Harper’s touch.

Soon they will be back at their quarters. Soon he will yield his ass to his shieldbrother for the first time. His thighs and stomach clench hard with arousal at the idea of Harper taking him. His breathing is ragged. Will Harper really ride him hard and deep? Will his shieldbrother prolong the sensations and draw out their joining?

He cannot wait. Not another second. Tyr pulls Harper into the darkened room of Machine Shop Eleven. He kisses the human, filling the cool, delicious mouth with the velvet thickness of his tongue. Tyr nuzzles the pale throat urgently. “I can’t stand it, Harper. I want you now.”

“Not yet. Soon…soon.” Harper promises as he unfastens the leather vest. He lays a trail of kisses down the plush skin of the Nietzschean’s chest. He moves lower, tracing the rippling lines of Tyr’s hard abs with his tongue. He nips playfully at Tyr’s navel earning a growl of pleasure from the Nietzschean.

Harper quickly unlaces the flap of the leather pants and fills his hands with the velvet shaft. Tyr groans and involuntarily thrusts forward. Tyr arches his throat, leaning back against the wall. His breath catches as Harper’s soft lips rub lightly over the tip of his shaft. A velvet tongue ghosts with maddening lightness over him. Harper’s hot mouth envelops the tip for a long moment, slowly swirling his tongue over it. Then unexpectedly the human’s cool hands imprison his aching shaft once more behind the leather flap. Tyr growls in frustration. “Harper!”

“Come on.” Harper backs out of the machine shop with a grin. “If we keep this up, we’ll never make it to our quarters.”

“There are hundreds of crew quarters on this ship. Any of them will do.” Tyr’s eyes are wild with need.

“You’re right about that, big guy.” Harper nods. His blue eyes glitter with arousal and amusement. “But do you really want me to take you without any lube?”

Tyr blinks. “I see your point.” Almost he is tempted so dire is his need. “No.”

Harper smiles wickedly. “I didn’t think so.”

Tyr pushes Harper in the direction of the ladder to the next deck. “Move, little man!”

“Moving. I’m moving.” Harper snarks. His laughter floats behind him.

Tyr watches with narrowed eyes as Harper ascends the ladder. Perhaps Harper needs more encouragement to make haste. Tyr swarms up the opposite side of the ladder. He waits until Harper’s head and shoulders are almost to the next deck then he pins Harper’s legs, ignoring the squeak of surprise. Tyr unzips Harper’s cargo pants and frees the swollen shaft. Tyr covers it with long, slow licks, pausing to admire the way it glistens now in the lights. He slides his mouth down the thick length, drawing hard for a long moment then suddenly stopping. He tucks the human’s shaft neatly back and zips the pants again. To judge from the breathless and creative swearing coming from above, his point has been made.

“Does that encourage you to make haste?” Tyr smirks as he climbs off at the deck to find Harper leaning against the wall and panting.

“Yeah.” Harper gasps. “I don’t think I can move any further.”

Tyr picks Harper up. Not much further now. Harper wraps his legs around Tyr’s waist and tangles his hands in the long braids, nibbling the Nietzschean’s earlobe in between throatily murmuring dark promises of how hard and deep he will take Tyr’s ass. Tyr makes a desperate noise at the low erotic words. Harper presses his mouth against the lush lips and claims them just as Tyr palms open the door and they stagger into the room completely intent on each other.

“Ahem….ahem.” Rev coughs delicately. He glances at Trance who sits across the table from him in the crew’s mess. She shrugs and raises her teacup to her lips. There is no response from the enamored couple. Rev tries louder. “Gentlemen!”

Harper looks up and blushes. “Ooops! Sorry, guys.”

“I believe your quarters are a few more doors down the corridor.” Rev points a claw. “That way.”

Tyr nuzzles Harper’s throat and reverses direction, staggering back into the corridor. “Thank you.”

Rev and Trance chuckle as the doors close.

Harper kisses Tyr’s throat, sucking on the rich skin as he toes his boots off. They fall in the corridor with a thump behind them. He spares one hand from the vital task of caressing Tyr to tug his socks off and toss them away.

“What are you doing?” Tyr gasps as Harper wiggles loose and slides to the floor.

Harper pushes the leather vest over Tyr’s wide shoulders to fall in a heap. He pinches the dark nipples, rolling the tight beads between his fingers. “I’m not going to want to wait when we get there. Will you?”

Tyr tugs Harper’s tee shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. “I understand perfectly.”

“Help me.” Harper tugs on his tool belt. Tyr quickly unbuckles the belt holding it and it drops with a clunk to the deck.

Tyr palms open the door to their quarters. He steps inside. Andromeda who has been monitoring the couple’s progress through her corridors has a question. “Shall I engage privacy mode?”

“Yes!” Tyr and Harper yell in unison.

“Privacy mode engaged.” Andromeda intones with a trace of amusement.

****

Beka and Dylan stride down the corridor only to halt as they come upon a single boot. Beka shakes her head.

“What the hell?” Dylan frowns, measuring the size and style of the boot. “Is this Harper’s?”

“Yeah.” Beka grins at she spots the other boot ahead of them, resting at a jaunty angle on the floor. A brown leather vest is next in line. Then a white tee shirt. “And that’s Tyr’s vest.”

“What is going on?” Dylan looks around at the discarded clothing. His eyebrows rise in astonishment. Was that a moan?

“Um…I’d say reconciliation…ahhh…in a big way.” Beka chuckles at the exuberant sounds coming from Tyr and Harper’s quarters.

“What? You mean that Tyr and Harper are….they….that they’re. Right now? In the middle of the day?? You mean that they….they were in the corridor and they…” Dylan stammers. He is clearly appalled by the breach of decorum and longing for the old days when such things were not done.

“Oh, yeah. I’d say they did. And yeah, they are…in the middle of the day.” Beka claps Dylan on the shoulder. “Come on Dylan. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”

****

“You feel so good, Tyr.” Harper groans as he pushes deeper into the Nietzschean. His hands smooth over the damp, flawless skin of Tyr’s back. Harper leans down and nips the heavy muscles adding a new mark to the ones that he had already placed. “So hot. So tight.” Tyr lies face down on their huge bed. A thick pillow is under his hips raising his ass to just the right angle for Harper’s attentions. A sheen of perspiration gleams over the wide back.

“More Seamus! More….arrrrghhh.” Tyr groans at the relentlessly slow pace. Each deliberate, deep thrust rubs his swollen shaft against the plump pillow that raises his hips high. He trembles with need at the feel of Harper thick and deep inside.

“No…I like taking this slow and easy.” Harper caresses Tyr’s ass possessively. Harper changes his angle slightly brushing harder over Tyr’s sweet spot.

Tyr growls. His hands knot in the sheets as he spills himself on the pillow. He aches. His back throbs with the marks left by his shield brother. His ass is quivering and clenching around the thick hardness of Harper’s shaft that fills it almost painfully but he wants more. He needs more. He must have it. Tyr wiggles in demand, in need. “Fuck me harder…Fill me up.”

“I’m not ready for that yet. Not yet, Tyr.” Harper responds with another slow, deep thrust, making his lover writhe beneath him.

Tyr tosses his head, sending his braids scattering around him. His shaft is beginning to thicken, tremble and rise again. He stares over his shoulder, admiring the relentless rise and fall of Harper’s lithe body. He never dreamed that his shieldbrother would be able to take him, master him like this. He feels thoroughly claimed. Tyr arches back, driving Harper even deeper. “Please….please…more….uunnnnhhh.”

Harper goes still, pressing deep and hard inside Tyr. He kisses the line of Tyr’s spine. “I know the way I want you. I know how I want to watch you come.”

Tyr looks over his shoulder, amber eyes burning through a veil of braids. “How do you want me?”

Harper slides slowly out, making Tyr moan with longing. He slaps the hard curves of the Nietzschean’s ass. “On your back.”

Tyr rolls over onto his side, pushing the used pillow onto the floor. He strokes a big hand down his chest to cup his aching shaft. He pleads, hoarsely, “Seamus…I need you inside me…please.”

“Don’t speak.” Harper snarls. His skin gleams pale and almost luminous under a sheen of sweat. His vivid eyes smolder with anger and desire.

“Seamus. I want to feel you inside me.” Tyr leans back on the bed, displaying his need and the strong lines of his body. His muscles ripple. His bone blades quiver and flutter wildly as he stares at his lover.

“You gave away what’s mine to that Jaguar wench.” Harper smacks a muscular flank sharply. “I reclaim what is mine tonight. I may have to share part of you with her but all of this is mine.”

Tyr asks breathlessly, “What do you want Seamus?”

“Quiet.” Harper orders curtly as he grabs another pillow and slides it under Tyr, lifting his lover’s ass high. “There. That’s better.” Harper caresses Tyr’s shaft possessively as he stares down into the amber eyes. “This is mine.”

“Yes, Seamus.” Tyr arches under the touch. What will his shieldbrother do next? What will he demand of him?

Harper leans forward and bites hard around first one dusky nipple then the other earning a growl of pleasure from the Nietzschean. “And this.”

Harper slides two fingers inside Tyr, rubbing firmly over the sweet spot. “This is mine.”

Tyr gasps in surprise and shudders, clenching around the questing fingers. “Oh, yes. All yours….”

Harper slides his hands under the heavy muscled thighs and pushes his lover’s legs up toward Tyr’s chest. His face is intent as he stares hungrily at his exposed, vulnerable goal. Harper presses the thick head of his cock there and then pushes inside in one hard thrust. “You are mine.”

“Yes…Yes….oh, YESSSSSSS!” Tyr moans as he writhes, reveling in the hard, deep thrusting of his shieldbrother.

“You are my shieldbrother. You belong to me.” Harper snarls as he glares down at his lover. “Say it.”

Tyr tosses his head against the bed. He watches Harper through half-closed eyes. What will he win if he does not agree so easily? What delicious things will Harper do to him to make him agree? “No.”

“Wrong answer, Anasazi.” Harper holds completely still as Tyr clenches around him in demand. He waits until the Nietzschean is growling and arching desperately, pleading for more before he moves again but he sets his pace at a maddeningly slow glide. “You belong to me. Say it. Say it!”

‘Nooooooooo.” Tyr groans. He is at the edge of his endurance.

“Wrong again. ‘I. Belong. To. You!’ Say it Tyr.” Harper suddenly thrusts hard and deep.

Tyr quivers at the brink then a second harsh thrust drives him over it. He goes limp, yielding to his shield brother. “I…belong…to…you. All I am belongs to you.”

“That’s better.” Harper smiles down into the dazed satisfied amber eyes. His cock is still thick and hard inside Tyr. Harper laughs dangerously as those eyes widen as he slowly glides deep again, rubbing over the sweet spot. “That’s right, Anasazi…I’m not done with you yet.”

Tyr growls. He slides his legs around, closing possessively over Harper’s waist. Tomorrow he will pay for this prolonged claiming but it will be well worth it. Surely no Nietzschean has ever been so well and thoroughly claimed, Tyr thinks as his ass trembles, quivers and clenches around Harper’s thick shaft.

Harper begins thrusting deep and hard into the big man. He grins widely in smug satisfaction. “Your ass is going to be so sore tomorrow, big guy.”

“I’ll worry about that, tomorrow.”
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