Tyr was working out. He thought this isn’t really of any physical benefit any more. Never the less he kept at the rhythmic flexing of his muscles and tried to distract his traitorous mind and body from imagining rhythmic movements of a more intimate nature. Brief flashes of smooth skin and soft moans burned in his mind. He threw down the weights in disgust and headed for the shower.

The cold water helped but only while he was in it: as soon as the water stopped hitting him his blood began to boil again and the fantasies invaded his mind. Rev was not an option, Magog breeding practices were fatal and sickening to him. Rommie was a machine with no female smell or resonance, almost abhorrent to his sexuality. Trance was too innocent and too much of an unknown to be trusted. Dylan, well Dylan was the captain. Tyr didn’t like the thought of taking the subservient role in a sexual relationship. He didn’t mind playing subservient to meet his own ends but being Hunt’s fuck toy was going too far. That left Beka and Harper. He had a strong physical attraction to Beka but wasn’t sure if she would tolerate a casual relationship that involved being discarded as soon as a Neitzschean woman came along. Harper wouldn’t object to casual sex but Tyr thought him an annoyance despite everything they’d gone through together.

It doesn’t matter what I want, no dammit, need. No one here is suitable. If only this wasn’t my best chance to make my name and attract a mate. All I need is time. He looked at the chrono, 2200. Sleep was impossible. He roamed the ship eventually finding himself staring at the food selector.

"Are you gonna get something or are you just standing there for the hell of it?" Tyr jumped, no one ever sneaked up on him unawares. He turned in consternation to see Beka looking at him. Her appearance matched so closely what he’d been thinking about he gripped the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. Her lips were soft at first but then she started to fight him. Tyr pulled back and wasn’t surprised by the slap that landed across his cheek. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?" she yelled. When he didn’t answer she turned on her heel and marched out of the door.

What the hell do I think I’m doing? He thought good question. He resumed his wandering; command deck, hydroponics, storage, engineering and finally the Maru’s hanger bay. The Maru’s main airlock was standing open and he could hear Harper hammering away at something. Tyr grinned, Beka might have slapped him but he was sure Harper wouldn’t.

Tyr leaned against the doorframe watching Harper, small, unhealthy and irritating. But not bad at all. He stepped forwards into the room and Harper finally noticed him.

"Oh hi Tyr, I didn’t know anyone else was up."

"Can’t sleep," said Tyr deliberately taking a step into Harper’s personal space. He knew the younger man was very sensitive to physical proximity.

"Uh, I didn’t know Neitzscheans suffered from insomnia," said Harper taking a step backwards towards the wall.

"They don’t normally" replied Tyr closing the gap once more.

Harper tried to step back again and found the wall behind him. "So what’s up? Got something on your mind?" He definitely looked uncomfortable as Tyr grinned, "And what’s with the looming over me like a tree? Did you just feel like intimidating the hell out of me or what?"

Tyr placed his hands on the wall on either side of Harper, "Neitzscheans have a very high libido," he said slowly.

Harper swallowed, "I don’t know if you’ve noticed this but I prefer girls," he said.

Tyr shrugged, "We both prefer women, but here is a lack of willing women on this ship. And since neither of us are likely to find any release in the near future the thought occurs that we could help each other out." Tyr stroked the side of Harper’s neck; "You have been with a man before haven’t you?"

Harper looked even more uncomfortable, "Yeah, I’ve been with men before, but it was more business than pleasure."

Tyr was surprised; "You sold yourself?"

A flash of anger crossed Harper’s face, "How do you think an uneducated mudfoot could afford a cerebral implant?"

"How old were you?"

"I got the implant when I was twenty"

"You either started young or you were very good"

A trace of Harper’s usual cockiness returned to his face, "Oh I was very good."

Tyr closed the gap between them and brought his face down to Harper’s, "I won’t pay you and I won’t force you but I promise I can give as much pleasure as I receive" he whispered. Then he kissed the engineer. Harper hesitated for a moment and returned the kiss. The younger man tasted sweet, he must have been drinking that Sparky he likes so much. The taste wasn’t unpleasant and Tyr deepened the kiss and began to tug at Harper’s belt. Harper tried to wriggle free and Tyr momentarily lost his grip on him.

"What here? Now?" Asked Harper.

"I want it now" said Tyr, "And this place is as good as any. At least here the ship can’t spy on us." Harper gave this some consideration and nodded. He moved back towards Tyr and stroked the front of his leather pants. Tyr shuddered: The pants were painfully tight and he sighed in relief as Harper unfastened them and pulled them away from his cock.

Harper knelt down on the floor in front of Tyr and slowly squeezed his balls. Tyr resisted the temptation to just grab the man and fuck him; he gripped a handhold with one hand and the doorframe with the other and groaned as Harper’s wet mouth surrounded him. Harper sucked his cock deep into his mouth and Tyr was surprised he could swallow the entire length without gagging or choking. Oh God, he is good he thought as the movements up, down and around his cock sent waves of pure pleasure though his body.  He wanted to savor this but it had been too long and soon the sensation of Harper's throat swallowing him triggered a massive orgasm.

Tyr slid down the wall and ended up sitting on the floor beside a very smug Harper. "Feeling better Tyr?" He asked with a grin. Tyr could just nod. "My old cabin is just over there if you felt like reciprocating" Harper added waving towards the back of the ship. Tyr took a deep breath and stood up, pulling Harper with him and they made their way to a rather austere cabin, which contained a bed, a locker and some spare parts. Tyr tossed Harper onto the bed, quickly stripped off his clothes and began to tug off Harper’s. He was surprised to feel quite nervous about his performance: Harper obviously had more experience at this than he did and he was aware that his skills might not be up to standard.

Tyr pushed the thoughts out of his mind and crawled up the bed. Harper was hard and Tyr stroked the shaft lightly with one hand as the other pushed his legs apart. Tyr knelt between Harper’s legs and licked his cock. Harper moaned and trust upward into Tyr’s mouth and Tyr began to suck. He used his hands to help him pump and stroked the shaft and head with his lips, probing and swirling with his tongue. Harper wriggled and moaned; he was as active in bed as he was elsewhere. Tyr was getting hard again listening to Harper’s cries.

"Faster" gasped Harper and Tyr increased his rhythm. Harper gave one, final groan and bucked his hips as he came. The young man fell back, limp and spent.  Tyr swallowed Harper's seed greedily and was soon ready for more.  He rolled Harper over onto his side and bit down gently on his’s neck as his hand stroked the curve of his ass. He penetrated the younger man with one finger and Harper groaned wearily. He leaned over the edge of the bed and rummaged around in the locker before pulling out a tube and tossing it to Tyr.

Tyr read it, "Vanilla love silk?"

Harper smiled, "The last chick I lured in here left it. Use it: it’s been a while since I did this you know."

Tyr nodded and stroked the slippery stuff generously onto his rock hard cock as Harper watched. Then he pulled Harper to his knees and slid a loaded finger into his ass, then two fingers as he stretched the way open for him. Tyr took his time to prepare Harper: he might need to do this again sometime and he wanted Harper to be receptive to a repeat performance.

When he judged Harper to be ready he slowly pushed his cockhead in. Tyr bit his lip as the tight, wet friction stimulated his desire to ram into the depths. Harper moaned quietly and relaxed into the movement as Tyr pushed deeper. Tyr adjusted his angle and began to thrust slowly, aiming for the prostate. The surprised yelp told him he’d found it and he sped up his tempo and reached around to grip Harper’s rapidly stiffening cock. Harper pushed himself backwards, impaling himself on Tyr and crying out with pleasure as Tyr’s hand pumped his cock and Tyr’s cock ground into his ass.

Harper screamed as he came, just as Tyr scored a direct hit on his sweet spot. A few more thrusts and Tyr came too. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs on the bed. "Wow," said Harper, "You weren’t joking about the ‘giving as much pleasure as you received’ bit were you?" Tyr grinned, glad that he’d performed well.  Harper rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.  Tyr felt relaxed for the first time in months and on the edge of sleep.

Harper returned from the bathroom and began to pull his clothes back on. He looked at Tyr lying on the bed, still naked. "I have to tell you that if you are looking for more you’ll have to go look somewhere else: I don’t have anything left. Anyway I still have some repairs to do before I finish for the night."

Tyr smiled, nodded and headed for the bathroom to clean up. He left the Maru and walked back to his quarters anticipating a night of unbroken sleep but as soon as he entered his quarters he was aware that someone was already there.

"Lights" he said. The lights came on and revealed Beka lying on his bed. She was wearing a thin nightdress that barely covered her thighs and he could see her nipples and the darker triangle of her sex through it.

"Hi Tyr," she said, "What took you so long?"

Tyr stood with his mouth open. He had not expected this. "I thought you weren’t interested?" he said, his mouth closing with a snap.

"Don’t get this wrong: I’m not interested in becoming some Neitzschean love toy or a wife and mother or any of that crap. I have needs, just like anyone else and with you things won’t get complicated like they would with Dylan."

Tyr considered this, "What about Harper? I’m fairly sure he could meet your needs." I know he could.

Beka laughed, "Harper is not an option. He’s like a little brother to me. Now are you going to come over here and work out some of that high-powered Neitzschean sexual tension on me or not?"

Tyr licked his lips. The activities in the Maru with Harper had taken the edge off but he was by no means drained. He pulled off his vest and smiled at the admiring gleam in Beka’s eyes. His boots and pants followed and he climbed onto the bed. Beka made the first move by pushing him down and straddling him. He could feel the heat from between her legs as she wriggled on top of him. His cock immediately responded thickening and pushing up against her.

Beka kissed him, the tip of her tongue lightly brushing his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and stoked it with his own. Beka growled as his hands pulled up the flimsy material of her nightdress and gripped her breasts firmly. He felt the vibration in his mouth and squeezed her soft flesh, rolling her hard nipples under his thumbs.

Beka sat back and rubbed herself along Tyr’s shaft. She was hot and wet and Tyr reached down to hold his cock in readiness to penetrate her but she pulled his hand back up to her breast. Tyr sat up and buried his head in her chest. He sucked one nipple while squeezing the other. Beka moaned and lifted herself up, her hips tilted and she slid down onto his cock. She moved again and slammed against him, Tyr gasped at the ferocity of her passion as she moved with abandon. He had barely got started before she climaxed with a yell and fell limp onto his chest.

Tyr was a little stunned at her performance: he’d always suspected that Beka was a passionate woman who would be an enthusiastic lover but this was amazing, and a big turn on. He flipped her onto her back and moved slowly inside her. He could feel her muscles still quivering slightly around him as he thrust deeply. He took his time slowly building her up to screaming point again and again before coming himself. He fell to one side breathing heavily. Exhaustion claimed him and he fell quickly asleep.

He didn’t know how long he slept for, not long he guessed as Beka’s hand squeezing the life back into his cock woke him. "More?" He asked.

"More" said Beka and she bent her head to suck him to full hardness. It didn’t take long and soon she was, once more, riding him hard and fast. Her nails scratched his chest as she threw herself repeatedly down onto him. He felt her clench around his cock and he came again as he heard her shout his name.

They lay side by side catching their breath. Beka rolled over onto her side, "You aren’t going to go all Neitzschean and tell me this means I’m your woman now, are you?"

Tyr shook his head, "I don’t really think you fit that category" he saw her frown, "You have your culture, I have mine. This was.... I won’t say an aberration. Let’s call it an exchange of cultural ideas that, enjoyable as it was, should not be seen as the basis for an intermingling of incompatible ideals."

The frown was gone from Beka’s face and she looked slightly bemused, "I’m not sure what that meant, but I’m guessing I don’t have to worry you’re going to kill the next man I meet on shoreleave."

"And I don’t have to worry about you killing me when I find a Neitzschean woman to bear my children."

Beka smiled and stretched. "I’d better get going: I’m on duty at 0900. I was expecting you back earlier. Where did you go?"

Tyr shifted uncomfortably, "I went down to the Maru for a while. Harper was there."

"You weren’t getting tips on how to deal with sexual frustration from Harper, were you?" she said as she slipped into a robe she’d left on a chair.

"Yes, something like that" muttered Tyr as she left. He looked at the chrono on the wall, it said 0600, only eight hours since he’d stepped out of the shower full of pent up tension. That tension was gone now: replaced with slightly painful ache and a deep satisfaction. He climbed under the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

The End

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