Note: This is the last in the 'Pouncing' series.  It won't be the last Tyr/Harper sex-fest: I have plenty more ideas, I just think this story line has run it's course.  It's getting way too sappy for me now.
 

Pouncing on People 7 By Moonloon
 
 

Harper was jacked into Andromeda’s systems when he began to feel…odd.

"Rommie?"

The representation of Rommie appeared in the virtual world in front of Harper. "Yes?"

"I’m getting some sort of interference: things are looking fuzzy and I can’t control the data streams. Is it something on your end or mine?" Harper twitched as he felt his consciousness slide away from the area he’d been working on.

Rommie reappeared. "I can’t find anything wrong." She looked a little confused. "You’re losing cohesion on the virtual plane."

Harper was getting worried. "Is there something wrong with my physical body? That might affect me in here."

Rommie looked thoughtful for a moment then put her hands on her hips and glared.

"Tyr is in the access tube next to your body and he’s molesting you."

Harper burst out laughing. "See you later Rom-doll. I don’t want to miss this."

Harper pulled his consciousness out of the ships systems and back into his body. There was always a moment of total vulnerability when disconnecting from the system. Harper slammed back into his body and in that moment registered three things: Tyr’s mouth around his cock, two fingers in his ass, stroking his sweet spot, and a rapidly approaching orgasm. Harper arched as the pleasure ripping through his body pushed him into sensory overload. He was vaguely aware of screaming Tyr’s name and falling backwards as a light flashed behind his eyes and then everything went black.

Harper woke to angry voices.

"He’s just passed out."

Okay, that’s Tyr. Harper thought.

"JUST passed out? What did you do to him? No, wait I know what you did to him. I want to know why he passed out."

Uh oh, Rommie sounds pissed. Harper tried to say something to reassure her but all that came out was a weak groan. His entire body felt like milk pudding.

Tyr was bending over him, concern in his eyes. "Are you all right? I didn’t know that would happen. Sorry."

"M’okay. M’better than okay actually." Harper had difficulty forming his words: his mouth felt full of cotton.

Rommie flicked onto a screen next to Harper’s head. "You are not okay. You fainted and now you seem to have lost motor control. You need to go to medical."

This statement brought Harper around quite quickly. The thought of explaining to Trance why he’d fainted was an effective mental splash of cold water.

"No need for that," Harper said sitting up. "Look, I’m fine now. It was just a little intense is all. Physical sensations are amplified for the first couple of seconds out of VR. If I’d come out a little earlier or later I’d have been fine."

Tyr smirked. "You mean you passed out because…"

"…I came so hard my brain shorted out." Harper turned to Rommie. "Think of it as a power surge. All the important systems are surge protected so when something big comes along the system shuts down for a moment. Okay? I’m back on line now and everything is in working order." Harper tried to ignore the suppressed laughter coming from Tyr.

Rommie crossed her arms and frowned. "I still think you should be checked out."

"Not going to happen Rommie." Harper ginned. He felt fantastic: his whole body was relaxed and he wanted to purr in contentment. "You can read my life signs from here. Do you register anything wrong? I don’t think so. Now, I’m taking a lunch break; for some reason I’m starving."

"All right, but if you feel anything abnormal I want you to come to medical immediately."

"Yeah, yeah," Harper muttered as he slid out of the tube. He leaned against the wall, a silly grin plastered over his face and waited for Tyr to follow.

Tyr stood in front of him and put his hands on Harper’s shoulders. "Are you really all right? I’ve seen you cum hard before. I’ve never seen anything like that."

"Fuck of the century Tyr. I wonder if we could ever time that right again?"

Tyr growled and pulled Harper into a tight embrace. "Do you have any idea how scared I was when you screamed and fell over like that?"

"Nietzscheans don’t get scared." Harper said, his face buried in Tyr’s black net shirt.

"You’re rubbing off on me," Tyr murmured into Harper’s hair.

Harper giggled, "You should have seen Rommie’s face in VR. She said ‘he’s molesting you!’ I’ve never heard that tone in her voice before. I think you shocked her."

"I just wanted to know how responsive you’d be while you were jacked in. I’m pretty sure the ship has seen us fuck before."

Harper looked up. "Talking of fucking, you haven’t gotten off yet." He rubbed himself against Tyr and was surprised when Tyr pulled back. "What?"

"You can barely stand up."

"I don’t need to be standing. I could, for instance, kneel down." Harper pulled Tyr’s hips towards himself and flicked open the top catch.

Tyr grinned, "Not here."

Harper slid to his knees. "Oh yeah: right here." Harper peeled the leather away from Tyr’s half-hard cock and sucked the length into his mouth.

Tyr’s hand gripped convulsively in Harper’s hair as his blood flow went suddenly south. The murmur of complaint from Harper buzzed around his erection, the stimulation bringing him back to rigidity. Tyr loosened his hold slightly and ran his fingers through the spiky mess as an apology.

Harper sucked slowly up and down the hot flesh. On every upstroke he rubbed Tyr’s cockhead and tongued the slit. Taking Tyr deeper he swallowed around the length, earning him a groan and a muttered, "Fuck, Harper!"

Harper increased his rhythm, using his lips, tongue and throat to bring Tyr off. The feeling of having him totally in his power was a heady sensation. Harper wrapped his arms around Tyr, scratched the soft skin at the base of his spine and sucked hard.

Harper gagged a little as Tyr bucked into his mouth and came with a harsh moan. He pulled back and sucked down the hot, salty cum until Tyr softened. Letting Tyr’s cock fall from his lips he looked up to see Tyr’s face. The expression was one of happiness. Not Tyr’s usual grin of triumph, or the gleeful look he got when he was kicking ass, but a pure, innocent joy.

Well maybe not exactly innocent, Harper thought and smiled back.

Tyr pulled Harper up and kissed him slowly and thoroughly. When they broke apart they continued to grin like idiots.

"We’re doomed aren’t we?" Harper asked.

"In what way?"

"This is way too good. We’re never going to be able to stop doing this."

"Would you share me with my wives?"

"Do I get to share your wives?"

"No."

"That sucks," Harper sighed, "but I guess I could live with it."

"You don’t have to yet."

"Good point. I get you all to myself. So this is like, a long term thing now."

Tyr ran his hands through Harper’s hair and smiled.

"It always was."

The End
 

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