Tyr caressed the man who made him feel fire. Kissing the silken pale throat, his tongue lapping the sweet taste of his Seamus. Tilting his head up Tyr whispered into his ear, "Harper, if you don’t want to be mine, tell me now, or I won’t stop."

"What about... Dylan?" Harper shuddered as Tyr’s hands caressed his nipples through his shirt.

"What about him?"

"I thought you and Raa... wanted him."

"I only wanted him because he was alpha or so I thought. Perhaps Rommie listens to him, perhaps he is captain of this ship, perhaps he is older than you. There is one thing he is not."

"What?"

"An engineer, without you Rommie can’t fly, can’t do anything." Tyr kissed the flesh behind Harper’s ear. Licking and nipping the sensitive flesh, he cupped Harper’s balls in his hand.

Harper stood up and pushed Tyr back, "No, this is some kind of trick. Tyr this isn’t you! You are not... some kind of romantic fool. You want something you manipulate to have it. You wanted Dylan, now you’ve decided to give yo Dylan for me! Excuse me for being a bit incredulous. But somehow, I doubt it! This is some twisted game of yours and I’m not playing it." Harper turned and walked away.

Tyr looked at the young man walking away from him. Somewhere deep in his chest a rumbling began, it climbed steadily until the roar of a Kodiak Bear, the very totem of Tyr’s people, rose out of throat. Leaping up into a crouch, Tyr sighted his prey. Now it was time for the take down.

* * *

Harper turned as a low, hard growl floated through the moist air of the garden. Looking back to where Tyr stood, Harper started as he noticed Tyr wasn’t there. The shadows closed in on him. "Tyr what are you up?!" Harper backed up and kept turning, trying to keep Tyr from sneaking up on him. "Tyr?"

The door is over there, only about another what 10, 15 meters. I just have to avoid that crazy Nietzschean for a bit longer.

A muscled chest pushed into his back. Harsh breath filled his ears as he was pushed through the garden to the door.

"Mine."

* * *

"You are Mine, Harper. I am not romantic but I thought humans liked romance. I thought..." Tyr bit Harper’s neck, "you would come to my bed willingly, so I would not have to hunt you down." Tyr grabbed Harper and flipped him around so they were face to face. "You are right, I do take what’s mine but if you fight me, if you hate me, then you will not be any good as a lover." Tyr jumped back and dropped Harper.

Without a look back, he walked out and left Harper in the dark garden.

* * *

Harper stumbled into his room and collapsed on his bed. Taking deep breaths he rolled over and stared at the ceiling, "What am I doing? First I’m complaining because he doesn’t love me, now I chase him away. Fool!"

He said he asked for help. He wouldn’t do that, if he didn’t love you.

Ask Rolf, he said that he asked Rolf for help. Ask Rolf if he did. Rolf won’t lie.

Harper sat up, "Rolf!"

The viewscreen over the head of the bed flared to life. Rolf peered out from its depths. His electronic eyes focused on Harper’s back. "Yes, Harper?" he asked, his careful tone modulated to promote the release of stress.

"I had a weird talk with Tyr today. He was trying something. I can’t trust him. He pursued Dylan for over a month, now all of sudden, he loves me? No. He bought me chocolate. Even Raa won’t buy me chocolate. He claims that Dylan, Beka, and Trance will kill him. Does that mean Tyr’s not afraid of them? He got me the Sergeinsky Manifold. Do you know what that is?"

"No, Harper, I don’t."

"It’s one of two keys to actually making a primitive slipstream drive. Without this and a Meyer-Riddick Converser, it won’t happen. The rest of the engine exists to support these two parts. Later they invented the Lasky Intergrator which does the same job as the two of them."

"I see, so those are no longer in use?" Rolf asked.

"Right, In fact since the Lasky came in, they threw out the M-R and the Sergiensky."

"This is important to you?"

"Yeah, It’s a project I’m working on. Rommie has a good system but sometimes the old ways are good."

"Yes, the old ways. The old ways of electronics, of personal relationships."

"Did you tell Tyr to buy this stuff for me?" Harper asked, staring at the wall in front of him.

"Not exactly, Tyr wished to know how one went about... um... seducing a human that he desires greatly, to share his bed."

"He asked you how to get Dylan?"

"No. You."

"What have I done. Rolf what do you know about Nietzscheans?" Harper turned around to face Rolf, his eyes glistening.

"Not much, but I know enough about Tyr."

* * *

Rolf walked down the corridor of Rommie’s Virtual Reality Self. He smiled as Rommie flashed into life next to him. "Andromeda, these humans."

"I know. I still don’t know what to do with Dylan and Raa. I mean Dylan knows he’s Rhade but since then has been totally cold to him, no dating. Nothing." Andromeda stamped her foot, frustrated.

"Well, if Harper listens to me, then soon, he and Tyr will be happy soon."

"Wonderful, I guess you won the bet. Now help me with Dylan and Rhade." Andromeda said, linking arms with Rolf.

"Well, I’d be delighted to Andromeda."

* * *

Harper sat on metal work in his machine shop. It wasn’t really his, belonged to Rommie but it might as well be his. A molecular wrench dangled from his fingers. Every so often he would twitch his fingers and they would swing the wrench. Here among the lifeless machines, he could just be Harper. What would Rolf say if he told him that?

Behind him, the door slid open.

* * *

Ma’ctor stood, rather leaned, against the wall opposite the door to the machine shop. Rommie said Harper was in there, Tyr was in the gym working out. That was wrong. Tyr should be in bed, with Harper. Doing things that would Ma’ctor blush. Taking a deep breath, he stood and raised on hand to pound on the door.

"What are you doing?"

* * *

Trance watched Ma’ctor as he stepped to the door and back, it really was interesting but Ma’ctor had been up to this for an hour and it was getting boring. Tail waving, she walked up next to him, "What are you doing?"

It really was funny how Ma’ctor jumped back. "Oh, Trance. Well, you see ummm... Tyr... is ahh... well Tyr is interested in Harper."

"I know, but last time we locked Harper in a room with Tyr, he ducked out and got Rev to take his place. Doesn’t he like Tyr?" Trance asked, brightly.

"Well, I don’t really know, but he came to meet Tyr in the garden last night. He did something to Tyr, cause when Tyr came back to his room, he tried to trash it, that’s what woke me. And then..." Ma’ctor answered, leaning agaisnt the wall as he was still unsteady on his feet.

"Woke you? You were sleeping in Tyr’s quarters?"

"Well, yes. I mean, I did do the dishonor to him. I am assigned to him personally, then to this crew, then to this ship. Since my main duty is to Tyr that means I’m his responsibility, it’s not a hard one. Especially since his department consists of two people. Me and him, and at that we are twice the size of any other department too."

"But why were you sleeping in Tyr’s quarters?" Trance asked again

"Because I am his responsibility. I owe him. So last afternoon after we got back, I shook him off and took the presents he bought for Tyr. Rolf caught me and told me to add a card with a poem, so I did. And it told Harper to meet his gifter in the garden at 1730."

"That was sweet."

"Yeah, well I got back and Tyr acted like he knew what I was up to all the time, he told me to sleep in his bed, that way he would be able to keep an eye on me. That’s not important! What is what did Harper do to make Tyr go ballistic!"

"Let’s ask him." Trance leaned over and opened the door.

* * *

Inside the machine shop, Harper was flying around. "Rommie, what types of leather you got. Has to be soft, smooth, thinking black but first tell me what you got and what colors."

"Any leather, any color, I either have or can make. If you really want, I can produce some nanites. We simply saturate the leather with the nanites, and they can change it to any color they want."

"Yeah, can you start making them Rommie, I need enough to make a neck band of about 1/8 of an inch thick, an inch high and able to reach around my neck, I need some sort of clasp, need to lie flat and be strong, nothing like the stik that you use to close uniforms, those are too easy to open. And perhaps maybe we can use a lock, yeah, but it would have to look like something else. Maybe it can look like a pendant, maybe a bear of some kind? And oh yeah two arm bands, same material, size ya know, just shorter for arms but those don’t have to have a lock, just make them circular. And can you synch the nanites so they will be the same color?

"HARPER!" Ma’ctor called out over Harper’s babbling.

"Hey, yeah, what ya need, Trance, Ma’ctor?"

"I wish to ask you something, Harper."

"Shoot."

"What did you do to Tyr? Last night after I got back, I almost passed out, Tyr put me in his bed so I couldn’t sneak away. I wake up because he’s almost destroying his quarters, with a growl he ordered me to stay in the bed, that I was off today and left. To work out in the Gym. Did you deny him? I smell your arousal when you’re around him. He desires you. Do you know he has one of your shirts?"

"No, I didn’t. And it was a mistake. Get out, I got work to do. Do me a favor and keep Tyr out of his quarters for the next 3 hours. Thanks" Harper ducked around Ma’ctor.

Ma’ctor grabbed his arm. "Are you going to hurt Tyr again?"

"No, I’m gonna make it right."

"Then I shall. Trance come with me, I have become bored with being confined to bed, and as my superior, my crewmate, and my friend is in severe emotional distress, I must counsel him. We must go to the gym and entertain him with athletic prowess."

"Ok." Trance paused for a beat, "what’s ‘prowess’?"

* * *

Was this the way Ma’ctor honored obedience? First he was out of bed despite orders to have him stay there, then he wanders into the gym dragging Trance. Three hours of him dodging questions just to get out of him, that he just couldn’t stay in the bed, there was something in it. What could be in it? Andromeda hadn’t reported any infestations. Angrily Tyr stomped down the hall to his quarters. Slamming the door button, it opened. Inside the lights were off, four candles glowed in the dark on the floor near each corner of the bed.

On the bed, his hair washed and just the faintest hint of vanilla drifting on the air. His hair falling in long slightly curly waves about his face. His head bowed, the candlelight glowed off his oiled skin. His entire body gleamed and shone, his skin translucent as porcelain. His hair glowed like Rommie’s trim. Tyr’s eyes were drawn to the soft black collar around his throat, the similar bands around his wrist. Kneeling on the bed, his hands clasped together in his lap, was Harper.

"Harper." Tyr crossed the room and reached out to Harper’s cheek. Pulling his hand back, his sniffed the fingertips. Vanilla.

Harper raised his head a little, just enough for Tyr to see a pendant on the collar, a small silver bear.

"Harper. Are you sure? Once I take you, I never plan to let you go."

Harper raised his eyes to Tyr. "I’m scared. Will it hurt?"

"Yes, a lot but I can and will make it easier for you." Tyr sat down and pulled Harper into his arms. "Lay down on your stomach." Harper turned around and lay down, pillowing his head on the silken oiled arms. Tyr got up and noticed a small black leather pouch on the upper corner of the bed, opening it, he pulled out several long lengths of black leather. Smiling, he lay them down in loops by Harper’s elbow, where he could see them. Next out was a covering for a fingertip, with little barbs. Laying that on the bed, he pulled out something smooth, cylindrical. A tube full of oil, popping the top, Tyr sniffed it. Vanilla. Grinning, he scooted down towards the end of the bed.

"Relax, or it will hurt more." Tyr rubbed the small of his back. "I wonder, if this skin of yours bruises easily, then I could have you marked every night. I will bite this soft flesh. Will you like it? Being the lover of Nietzschean is hard for humans, we love to proclaim our ownership of such beauty. But black collars are for those who are stained on their soles, not you, My Harper. We will have to get you a new collar."

"Rommie and I impregnated the leather with nanites, they are synched to the ones in the headband, so you can change them to any color you want but Tyr... I’m not pure." Harper flinched as Tyr’s oil slicked finger slipped between his cheeks.

"No you aren’t but your soul is not stained, otherwise you couldn’t love as you do. You wouldn’t love me." Tyr said, leaning over to bite at the small of his back, his finger pressing gently pass the tightness.

"At the camps..." Harper flinches as Tyr bites hard right above the curve to his buttocks.

"Nothing matters before you offering yourself to me. Come, relax." Tyr pressed in until his finger sunk in to the second knuckle, "Breathe. I think we should get you a tattoo. Do you think Andromeda would do it for me? Mark you with a permanent mark of mine? Make it so no one else can dare to claim you?" As Harper breathed out, he rammed the finger in. "Small breaths, my cock is a lot bigger than this. I want you to bleed but I won’t rip you up. Breathe!"

Licking down Harper’s left ass cheek, he bit it, leaving a clear impression of his teeth. Sitting up he reached for the oil, pouring a little in his crease, Tyr started to work the next finger in. Slowly, he inched it in, delighted at Harper’s little gasps, "Soon, Mine, it will feel wonderful." Impatiently, Tyr pumped his fingers faster and faster.

"I’m glad you chose a collar, Harper," Tyr leaned up to lick the little tears on Harper’s lashes. "I wasn’t sure what Humans thought about it, but it looks stunning on you. Out there they will only see Harper, an engineer who loves a Nietzschean. For some reason, a human has fallen for one of us. They don’t know how I make you feel. They won’t know what I make you feel. And you shall never let them know." Tyr bit his ear, gently pushing a third finger into Tyr gently. "What we do here is simply for us. I won’t share you with others."

Harper trembled. Tyr looked at the slim young man on his bed, "Our quarters, our bed. You haven’t said much, Harper."

"I didn’t just spend time in the machine creating the leathers, Tyr. I talked to Rolf. He told me that you were trying to get me to fall in love with you in the human way, so I decided to answer you in the Nietzschean way. By submitting. Tyr all my life, I had to look out for me and only me. There was no one to hold me when it got bad. The Nightmares. As your mate, you would be required to defend me, keep me safe. You would be required to hold everything I hold dear, to your heart. Your very oath demanded it. The fact you are a Nietzschean demanded it. Humans have no status in your world unless they are owned, loved, mated with a Nietzschean.

"I found this out from Rolf. I wondered how he knew when last time I checked the database it didn’t have that much information, he told me that you told him and that you also told him that it was Ok to tell me. I asked Raa cause I couldn’t believe it. You offered it to me, knowing I could demand anything of you. That is love, Tyr.

"Own me, claim me, when we meet up other Nietzscheans I want them to see me as yours. I want to glow with your love. I want them to look at you, glowing cause you know I love you. I want them to wonder how this puny human got a Nietzschean god like you. I will be yours, you will be mine." Harper leaned up and licked Tyr’s lips.

Pulling his fingers out of Harper’s ass, he growled. "Enough!"

Flipping Harper over, Tyr stood up. He dragged his mail shirt over his cut chest, the silver rings rippling in the darkness. Tossing it on the floor, he peeled his leather pants down. His cock, long and the same chocolate cream as his body, stood jutting out from his body. The head of his cock, red and hard, dripped with a clear cream. Eyes burning, he poured the oil over his cock. Chocolate hands carefully smoothed the oil over his cock.

"Tyr..."

"Don’t worry, Mine." Tyr climbed on the bed and knelt, lifting Harper’s legs up, he pulled Harper down until his cock just touched, Harper’s ass. "Don’t tense."

One hand covering Harper’s heart, the other hand on his hip, Tyr pulled Harper onto his cock. Slowly, steadily he pushed his cock past the tight inner ring, into the warm depths of his chosen mate. Already he could feel the liquid warmth inside his mate.

"Tyr... it hurts!"

"Only for a little while." Tyr leaned over and took Harper’s lips, tongue dancing over Harper’s teeth, he pressed in harder. Along his cock, he felt a warmth trickle down the side. He knew it was blood. His mate’s, his love’s, his Seamus’ virgin blood. He pumped in harder and faster, Harper’s tears wet Tyr’s face. Slowly Harper’s grunts turned to whimpers, slowly he started responding.

Pulling away from Tyr’s mouth, Harper pushed back and down, straight onto Tyr’s cock. "Tyr, more please. Tyr..." Harper wrapped his arms around Tyr’s neck and pulled himself up. Licking Tyr’s ear, he bit down hard. A trickle of liquid filled his mouth. "Mine, Tyr. I’m gonna mark you too, for once in my life, I will own something that is totally mine. That something is you."

Digging his hands into Tyr’s back, he brought his bloody mouth to Tyr’s. Harper flicked his bloody tongue over Tyr’s lips. He whispered kisses over Tyr’s face, he moved his hands down Tyr’s neck, his fingers ghosting over Tyr’s soft flesh. Sniffing the dark, sweet, musky sweat scent of his lover, kissing Tyr’s eyes closed, Harper whispered, "I love you."

Harper’s body snapped taut and his back arced as waves of pleasure and joy filled him. Like the waves that crash upon the shore, the waves that Harper loves so much, the feeling crashed into him, each retreat washing away more and more of Harper’s resistance. Each time the waves of pleasure pulled back, Harper felt more of himself get lost in the sea of pleasure. Suddenly Tyr’s eyes opened. The smooth brown eyes stared into Harper’s cool ones. An intense feeling as if his heart was about the exploded and darkness fell.

* * *

Tyr stared down at the sweat slicked young man, his body was covered in his own come. Pulling his cock from his lover’s passage, Tyr noticed the blood still trickling. Touching his fingertip to it, he concentrated on it’s rich red color, already darkening in the air. Making a decision, Tyr stood up and walked over to his closet. Kneeling down, he pulled out a box made of blue wood. It was light blur, the color of a planetary sky. Tyr’s father has told him of places with skies like this. It was the same color as the sky of the planet of his birth. Inside was a small choker, that looked to be made of glass but was clearer, stronger. It was like a glass tube curled around into a choker, the lock was concealed in a small glass kodiak bear. Tyr turned the bear around in his hand, using one sharp nail, he opened a compartment right over where the bear’s heart would be. Carrying it over to His Seamus, he leaned over, kissing Seamus’ stomach. Outside he can be Harper, in here Tyr would never call him anything but Seamus. It was his own.

Laying the cold choker down on the bed, Tyr walked to the bathroom. Stopping on the way to send a message, he thought about the young man in his bed, sweaty, covered in come, and all his. Walking back with a bowl of warm water and damp towel, he smiled as his Seamus turned over. Kneeling down, Tyr feels for the blue wood box, inside is small thing almost scalpel. It’s has one end that’s rounded but the other is pointed. Pressing on the pointed end, the round end bows and creates a tiny scoop. Scooping up a few drops of his Seamus’ virgin blood, he carefully fills the compartment of the heart of the bear. Dipping the implement into the warm water, Tyr rubs it against his chest to dry. Slashing the sharp point against his chest, he took the drop of blood and added it to the heart of the bear. Sliding up to Seamus’ neck, Tyr gently unwrapped the black leather and lifted his mate gently. Trying not to wake him, he slipped the warm choker around his beloved’s neck.

Sighing, he slipped out from behind his lover, to put up the box and it’s tool. Seamus stirred, his lids lifting, a small sliver of his blue eyes glimmering.

"What’s this?"

"It’s from my father, his father had it made for his beloved. My Grandfather mated for the improvement of the species but he loved a young man. The lock is in the bear. Rest. I will clean you." Tyr pushed his Seamus down and wrung out the towel, with slow long strokes he cleaned his claimed mate of semen and sweat.

Seamus arched his back and opened his legs, "Tyr..."

"No, you need to sleep." So saying Tyr slipped under Seamus. Rolling him on top, Tyr pulled up the sheet and stroked his lover’s hair until Seamus’ breathing slowed.

* * *

Rolf hooked arms with Rommie in her VR world. "My boys are happy. When they wake, Tyr will find a small jar of salve to soothe Harper’s soreness."

"My boys are still fighting. Dylan is being almost cruel." Andromeda pointed out

"He’s pouting, he feels betrayed." Rolf stated.

"Yeah but what am I to do with a pouting Captain?" Rommie asked.

"Get him laid, which is what we plan to do, Andromeda."

"Good."

* * *

Raa stared at the message:

Thinking back to how cold Dylan has been lately, Raa decides it’s time to talk.

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