Authors: Rivier and Moonloon

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Tyr/Harper

Archive: Yup

E-mail: moonloon101@angelfire.com and find_the.rivier@ntlworld.com

Summary: We like spanking. So do Tyr and Harper apparently

Disclaimer: Yeah, we *wish*

Notes: The intro is part of the chat transcript, just to show you what sort of circumstances our baby was conceived in.
 
 

<Rivier> that tag reminds me... have you written anything with Tyr spanking Harper?

<We-are-the-Borg-porn> Hmmm, probably. spanking is one of my major kinks

< Rivier > yes I knew it was your thing, hence my asking

< Rivier > hopefully, asking hopefully!

<We-are-the-Borg-porn> I'm thinking!

< Rivier > it just occurred to me to wonder if he'd get off on it

<We-are-the-Borg-porn> Holy crap! I don't think I've done a T/H spankfic! *gasp*

< Rivier > NOO! I don't believe it!!

< Rivier > because now I think about it...

< Rivier > I mean, Tyr must have been ticked off w/Harper countless, I mean COUNTLESS times

<We-are-the-Borg-porn> Yeah

<We-are-the-Borg-porn> And it's the sort of thing that would be appropriate to Tyr's psyche

< Rivier > don't you think his palms must've been itching a bit after BOTB, maybe?

<We-are-the-Borg-porn> Gah! Bunnies!

< Rivier > hehehehehhehe

< Rivier > I'm thinking of Tyr going from being kind of intellectually satisfied about thrashing Harper, to something a bit more...

< Rivier > plus, what would Tyr do if he's expecting Harper to be humiliated or angry, but finds that he's just hopelessly turned on?

<We-are-the-Borg-porn> "Boy! You're dripping *fluids* on my leathers!"

< Rivier > but oooh... I am now unable to think about anything but Tyr trying to pin Harper across his leather-clad lap...

<We-are-the-Borg-porn> Yeah, i know. me too
 
 

[And it turned out like this…]
 
 

Tyr trying to pin Harper across his leather-clad lap...
 
 
 
 

…bare from the waist down and getting very breathless... but also giggling.

Harper is wriggling and Tyr holds the back of his neck just a *little* tighter than he has to. But even that doesn't seem to be making the boy afraid, like it's supposed to.

The first slap and Harper sucks in a breath, but doesn't shout or say anything. He just arches against Tyr's grip. Tyr watches the shape of his hand appear in red on Harper's smooth pale arse, and sees the shiver run from shoulders to toes, a ripple down the spine.

Then has to make a matching one on the other cheek.

Tyr's frowning. Lays a few quick sharp slaps down randomly. Harper makes a quiet mewling sound. But it isn't pain, isn't protest.

And Tyr can feel something hard against his leg.

He's shocked, but doesn't stop. Just lifts his hand higher and tries a hard smack, with more anger behind it than he'd intended.

Harper *moans*. Wrong, wrong, damn the boy... but Tyr's own cock isn't agreeing with him, as Harper grinds his belly into Tyr's lap.

Tyr rests his hand on Harper's arse and feels the heat rising off it. Can't help but stroke the heated flesh... his own palm stinging and sensitised from his efforts.

Just brushing his fingertips over Harper's cleft. Sliding lower.

Harper spreads his legs suddenly and shockingly, hisses something unintelligible, as Tyr slaps hard at the junction between arse and thigh. The boy wasn't expecting it and he moans again, one hand flailing, clutching at Tyr's leg as Tyr starts stroking again.

Then slips his hand between Harper's parted thighs.

Harper pushes back on Tyr's hand, clenches his legs together, hard. And Tyr growls, low in his throat, the first sound he's made.

He hears a response from Harper that's neither giggle nor sob.

The leather at his crotch now seems far too tight. He can smell Harper's arousal. He inhales deeply, drags his hand from Harper's neck and across, to scrabble at the zip on his fly. Freeing himself, as Harper gasps and rubs himself against Tyr's lap.

Definitely a sob this time... "Don't..."

But Harper is still pressing himself harder against Tyr.

"Don't what? Don't do this? A slap. "Or this?" A brief caress.

Whisper from the blond head pressed down against his thigh "Don't stop.."

Tyr slides a hand into his fly and touches himself, collecting a drop of precome from the tip of his cock. Using it as lubricant he slides his fingers into Harper cleft, stroking lightly over his hole. Harper gasps, as his body tenses and then relaxes a moment after. Reaches a hand back, groping for his own cock.

"And if I want more, boy? What then?" Tyr asks, squeezing hard.

Harper swivels his head back to meet Tyr's eye, and mouths "Uber!"

Tyr's hand comes down hard. Much harder than before. "Never call me that!"

Definitely a giggle in response now, sharp-edged and breathless. "Make me stop, then... *Uber!*"

He gets Tyr’s hand again, hard, in a whip-crack response to the taunt.

Harper yells and slithers off Tyr's lap. Kneeling on the floor, he leans forward.

Tyr grabs, knotting his fingers into Harper's hair, expecting resistance. But Harper opens his mouth and lets Tyr pull his head down.

Tyr feels the moment of daring... will Harper simply comply with this?

His cock is aching to find out.

And Harper does, licking slowly over the head of Tyr's cock, before sucking lightly and sliding his lips down over Tyr's shaft.

Tyr holds Harper's head with one hand, not pushing, just secure. Wraps his free hand round the base of his own cock. Harper drools a little and works his tongue around and over the head of Tyr's cock, pushing back the foreskin and sucking progressively harder as his mouth moves down.

Tyr looks down... the steady rocking of Harper's tousled head, his pale shoulders bracketed between Tyr's knees... Further down, Tyr can see the red flush of the boy’s arse, welted with fingermarks.

Tyr spreads his legs and urges Harper to move faster by undulating his hips. Harper sucks harder and slides down further, then pauses, looking up. They lock eyes.

Tyr is so close... but wants more.

The sight of Harper's mouth stretched full around his cock is just too good, too hot. And his eyes, half-closed, between lust and bliss.

Tyr makes his decision. Tightening his grip, he drags Harper's head back and off

"Boy... Harper... wait." Tyr pauses, unsure how to put what he wants into words. Harper shakes his head, angrily, still trying to pull forwards and latch on again.

Tyr tugs hard on Harper's hair, and pulls his head back so he can look him in the eye. He sees the calculating look flash across the boy's face.

"Enough. I want... more."

"Ubers... always after my ass! Well maybe I don't do that anymore... roll over for every pissed-off Niet!"

Harper pulls loose from Tyr’s grip, crawling sinuously up to stretch out on the bed behind them. Tyr sees Harper's reddened arse, there for the taking, and has to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from coming.

He tries to sound indifferent. "If you didn't want to do it, you would have left by now"

Harper gives a small laugh. "Hey, *you* dragged me in here. *You* were the one stripping *me* and pinning me down just now..."

"I'm not pinning you now. Why are you still here?"

Silence, and Harper is lying very still on the bed now, watching him. Tyr grins and leans forward to lick softly at Harper's ankle.

"You want this."

There's a struggle on Harper's face... the boy trying to frown, but the frown becomes a pout, and the pout a sigh, as Tyr's lips work on the soft skin behind his knee. He gasps at the touch of Tyr's lips trailing up his leg.

Tyr snakes his hands up to grip Harper's arse firmly, savouring the taste of Harper's skin... salt, metal, smoke. There’s a twitch as Harper jumps and then relaxes, and Tyr kneads the aching red flesh of his arse and hears the moan.

He presses Harper back, face down onto the bed. The boy is very still now, all trace of resistance gone. He moans again, louder this time, as Tyr bites gently up his thigh, and trails his dreads against the soft inner skin, making Harper's breath catch.

Tyr has to hold himself back. Part of him wants to lunge forward, impaling Harper and fucking him hard and fast. But instead he slides his thumbs between Harper's cheeks and spreads them, exposing Harper's hole.

He can hear the boy’s heartbeat accelerate with the move.

Slow licks and bites, closer and closer to his goal...

Tyr presses forward, drooling his tongue across the pucker of tight flesh

Harper takes a deep breath and shudders, trembling, trying to hold still and not rub himself against the bed.

Tyr strokes a hand up his spine, circles his neck again, caressing this time, as his tongue darts out, teasing apart the tight muscle.

Harper is suddenly muttering "Please, yes, God... *please*"… Arching helplessly back against Tyr's face.

The capitulation makes Tyr smile, thrusting his tongue deeper, imitating the action his cock will take all too soon. He brings a hand down and slides a spit-soaked finger into Harper, who gasps, "Yessssss..." and the boy writhes, galvanised, his hands starfish against the dark sheet.

Tyr holds Harper down, quickly sliding another finger in. He knows he has to move fast now. Holding back is killing him. He pumps hard, working Harper loose. Harper pushes back and Tyr wraps one large hand around Harper's hip, pulling him up onto his knees.

He folds back the zipper of his leathers, careful not to scratch Harper's already abused arse, and kneels between Harper's legs. He has to hold the boy's hips. Harper is almost limp in his grasp.

Tyr spits into his hand and strokes it over his precome-leaking cock.

Harper darts a glance over his shoulder, meeting Tyr's eyes, and nods fractionally.

Tyr presses his cock against Harper's hole, feeling the muscle give slightly, and Harper drops his head onto his crossed arms with a low, pleading groan.

He pushes harder, meeting resistance, but still moving slowly past it.

Harper whimpers as the head of Tyr's cock slips inside him. He’s trembling all over, even as Tyr grips his hips harder. They pause for a moment as Harper's body fights the intrusion… then relaxes enough for Tyr to thrust forwards an inch or two.

The sensation on his cock is incredible, like electricity. Resisting and yielding all at once.

They're both panting. Harper to adjust to the pain, and Tyr to hold himself back.

And holding back is the hardest thing right now. He wants to fuck Harper, savagely and without any compassion. He moves again, sliding deeper, then deeper again, biting his lip to hold back Harper's name.

But Harper's given up pretending. Each thrust has him crying out, hoarsely, "Tyr!"

The pain seems to be fading now, as Harper relaxes around Tyr's cock, his hips twitching.

Then Tyr shifts slightly and feels the almost-scream from Harper, as he hits home.

"Again!" Harper gasps, pushing back in desperation.

Tyr thrusts in, up to the hilt. Has to steady himself there, breathing deeply, then pulls back, the long sweet tight movement, before plunging down hard, all restraint gone.

This time Harper bucks wildly as Tyr finds his prostate.

Surprising, the strength in that small body.

There's a rhythm, but it's all rough jerky movements and clutching hands as they rock together. But it's working for both of them.

Tyr thrusting faster, more recklessly now. Harper letting loose a stream of barely coherent obscenities and Tyr is almost biting though his lip, not that it's made much difference and he moans with each rough movement.

He feels the tension building in him, the unstoppable crescendo.

He reaches around to grip Harper's cock, and the touch sets off the boy's climax. Harper howls like an animal as he comes, every muscle in his body spasming.  And that just does it. Tyr clutches at Harper and fucks into his orgasm until his own roars through and out, pumping in a frenzy until he feels himself filling Harper deep inside.

There's a moment of perfect union. Then the inevitable slide down, to a langorous afterglow, sprawling together on the bed, Tyr still inside Harper. He listens to Harper's breath slowing back, from ragged gasps to an easier rhythm.

Silence, for a few brief seconds, until Harper pulls away.

"Got what you wanted?" he asks.

"Not yet," Tyr says softly, and leans over to kiss him.

He isn't certain even then, not until the last moment. But Harper's lips part willingly against his.

And the fighting, for now, is done.

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