TITLE: Altarboy
AUTHOR madmouth
FANDOM: Andromeda
PAIRING: Tyr/Erik
RATING: NC17
E-MAIL: denizen_blank@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMERS: these characters do not belong to me in anyway. I'm just making them consummate the incredible homoerotic behaviour they engage in on the show.
NOTES: set during 'the prince'. I can't believe noone did this pairing yet (so far as I know). It was screaming for slash. The cheek caresses, the leather pants and no shirt, the INCRIMINATING screencaps. I'll shut up now.
SUMMARY: Prince Erik wants Tyr to pay for offering him to the nobles...a certain way.
WARNINGS: um, one of the characters is a minor. does anyone really care about this stuff anymore?
COMMENTS: The ending scene is not rushed, it just looks that way. It made a page and a half in notebook writing which I think is a just amount. *Ahem* did I overuse the word 'stroke'?

Altarboy

Young prince Erik fumed, much to Tyr's amusement."Tell me! How did you get the nobles to trust you?"

"By offering them you". So maddeningly matter-of-fact.

The prince smiled. With admiration and other things but it was the admiration which Tyr liked best.

Then changed face. The eyes took on a gleam. "I should be outraged!"

So being heir to a global throne had increased the young prince's boldness considerably. It was...attractive.

He felt Erik reach behind his head, untie his hair and tug on it fiercely. Pulling Tyr's head back, stood up on tiptoe to be able to face him. Tyr looked down at his flushed face, in a manner made to provoke further boldness, mocked and stared. The pressure controls of human feelings could definitely be fun.

"I demand something in exchange for being bartered". Erik was breathing hard.

Tyr, ever-calm, put his hands over Erik's, firm press, a declaration of control. "I know. I can smell it", nearly whispered nearly growled.

The boy's pupils dilated. He stared at Tyr for a while, hungry but ambivalent. Then, in a flash made up his mind. No lip-biting anticipation here.

"You tempt and corrupt me. Fiend". Then he pulled Tyr's head down, bared his teeth and kissed him wildly, moving his tongue around with mania, sucking at every spot and hollow so much that he seemed to want to eat him. Went faster and faster, gripping dreadlocks and pushing Tyr's face into his, hard. Moaning. Then broke for breath. Eye to eye they stared. Tyr smiled with all the fun of one who lets himself be assaulted. Licked his lips, ran a finger along them then sucked at it gently. All the while looking at Erik directly. Hypnosis complete and Tyr's smile grew wider.

"So..." He began to rub his ankle against Erik's. "Will you tell me this thing you want or must I--" leg upward, "--feel my way there?"

Erik, eyes shut and breath hard, concentrated on the sensation.

There was something to be said for facial intensity, Tyr thought. By the looks of him one would think the boy was about to climax.

"That is...what I want", Erik whispered.

Feigned ignorance became Tyr very much. "Hmm?"

"For you to feel. Your way. There", and Erik gasped; a firm knee had just reached his dick and was rubbing, teasing, making him painfully aware of the threat and size and high eroticism of Tyr.

Tyr pressed the boy closer, so much that it almost hurt. The intensification of leg-to-crotch contact. Very scientific. One hand at the nape of Erik's neck and stroking, in rhythm with the stimulation below. "Really, my prince", he drawled into Erik's ear. "If you're to master speaking like a king then you *must* elaborate". The boy shivered. He removed his knee and Erik's hips thrust up, desperate for friction. Tyr stilled him, firm hands around waist. To madden, smoothed out the wrinkles in Erik's shirt and pulled it straight. Stared, domineering and expectant.

"I want you", deep breath. "To take...me"

Careful Nietzchean fingers on the inside edge of Erik's belt. "Yes..."

"For us to...fuck"

"Do go on". The fingers inched down.

"I want you to strip off my clothes--"

Two fingers now, light tugs at the coarse hair inside Erik's pants. Many hard breaths from that young mouth.

"--put your cock in me. And thrust until I scream".

Immediate gasp, a strong Nietzchean hand had squeezed Erik's dick tightly.

"So I shall", Tyr said. Ran his thumb along the length of Erik, scratching.

The prince undid Tyr's vest, shaky hands over huge chest, awe-struck. Bent his head and sucked at a dark nipple. And bit, hard, and his tongue lashed over it to relieve the pain or maybe intensify. Tyr's cock sprang up and he pushed Erik's head away.

"Come". Hand in hand, Tyr led out of the Maru. A noise of protest from the prince.

"But I want you now!"

Tyr spun around, facing him, menacing. "You would have me now and then bloody wounds?"

Erik looked scared. Tyr took his face in hands, gentle kiss, immediate forgiveness. "Have patience, my prince"

The heir was a shy young virgin to boot. Hilarity. And all those brave words. But, he had to admit, it looked appealing. Erik unbuttoning his pants with trembling hands. Innocence, and Tyr hadn't seen that in a long time. Too long.

He under orders to disrobe and Tyr fully clothed, according to the proper rules of submissive exhibitionism. Pants came down; young weeping erection came up. No longer was anything funny. Innocent and eager. A good combination. A good day. He stared with open hunger into Erik's eyes, licking his lips. Erik's face was VERY red.

Tyr stalked over, lascivious and wolf-like, distance between them gone. Pushed the strangely silent boy backwards onto his large bed and straddled, eye contact ever-present. He threw off his vest slowly, a show. Sought worship above all, not caring that it was a bad penchant to nurture. An inward smile when Erik's eyes widened, staring. Before his young loins prime genetics and a lifetime of perfection-hunting. A black god and fuck who *wouldn't* worship? Unspoken litanies on the lips of the prince. He was frozen, just...looking.

Tyr stood up on the bed, peeled the leather off his legs with impossible grace and tease, staring down, and were it not for the obvious lust of the situation Erik would have felt like prey. Breathing hard, heart a thud, caught, trapped, virgin sacrifice, the molested. These concepts aroused him too much. He wanted to be plundered.

He sat up on his heels, face level with Tyr's cock and wrathful hungry eyes above. He looked up, a plea. "Tell me. What do you want me to do?"

Tyr smiled a slow smile, cultivated and yet innate. Stroking Erik's head, his fingers playing through short silky hair. Boy hair. So different from his own. Wondering how his need to ensure the prince's well being coexisted with the urge to corrupt his innocence utterly.

"Put your hands around my cock...that's right." The press of eager fingers, sticky and hot and nervous and good."Now, take the head into your mouth. Suck me"

A deep breath, working up courage maybe, the prince running his hands up and down the base of Tyr's cock slowly before he had the guts to lean in. Worked his mouth around what was an intrusion but he wanted it. Badly. Too big to go down far, he just sucked, without rhythm, a directionless and eager lash of tongue. "Fuck yes fuck yes", Tyr would have been saying were he a base creature who could not keep his urges in check.

Erik started to enjoy it, giving up to the dick more easily than to Tyr himself, closed his eyes drooling around it, all heat back. A hand tugged his hair sharply and, "Keep your eyes open". Divine reprimand.

He obeyed, sucking faster and looking up. The hand softened, now pressing him closer. Too close, the cock was too large to fit in any further and Erik gagged silently. But he refused to stop. Tears streamed down his face, breathing difficult but he was hard as hell.

Tyr was looking at him but only half-aware, moaning quietly with increasing speed. He stroked Erik's forehead, soothing, wiping tears from one cheek. Soon.

"Faster"

Erik did, sucked as hard as he could and it had become
easier to breathe.

The control that Tyr had been exerting over his body buckled, he was very close, and slammed his hips forward, not gently enough for a young virgin and the slam shoved his cock much too far down Erik's throat. Still the prince wouldn't let go, he choked and the sensation of it, being so far inside, made Tyr explode. A violent scratch around his dick from 17 year old nails, *quick* learner, it felt incredible.

He pushed Erik's face away as the last of the come streamed out. His seed, his life purpose, trickling down the face of some young man, and for once he felt that it wasn't a waste. And only after Erik had licked off what there was of it around his mouth did he start breathing, deep gulps of air, kneeling head-down on the bed. Shaking, heaving, still hard.

Tyr kneeled next to him, a simple action that removed very quickly his air of the dominating fucker. First ran fingers along the trembling arch of Erik's back, beautiful young skin and hot, sweat in lines across it. Then up, along the neck across the jaw gently, lifted Erik's head to his and the eyes turned completely black now, full of abandon. The remainders of Tyr's come smeared into his cheeks by bedsheets but still there, still a mark, still possession.

Tyr slowly licked it off, drawing some onto his finger for Erik to and the boy, given something to grasp, closed his eyes. Sucking around the finger, momentarily loving and completely needy. Hands around Erik's cheeks soft but gripping, in for a kiss and Erik jumped on him, arms around stuck now never to let go, skin flush to skin, thrusting his dick into Tyr's stomach, legs around as well, holding on like a child and Tyr pressed to him like he was one. Sucking at Tyr's tongue maniacally and then they stopped the kissing and just pressed, rocking to and fro, eyes shut, both of them, just holding on as tightly as possible. Tyr like a dirty father figure and the prince who needed a home and was offering himself totally, because Tyr had been tender first and Tyr could be the one to give it and Tyr made him pulse like nothing he'd felt, ever. The death of everyone around him the shock and pain of it, strength had come of that and he forgot the horror. Just wanted to be strong, WAS strong, could stand this thing from Tyr enough to love it.

"Tyr. Please"

Cruel to like to hear him beg but Tyr was hard again from it. Separated his and Erik's hips, one more hard kiss, with a wild bent of necks and yearning making invisible streams between their mouths and then Tyr walked away. Erik licked his lips, reflecting. The taste of come was fairly disgusting but he liked it. A partial claim on Tyr which...he needed. He stared at Tyr's flexing back, opening compartments, seemingly unruffled, the unbelievable majesty of him. Hair, warrior curtain back and forth, swinging. A man apart from anyone he'd ever seen. Cruel, that much could be seen, but the kind of cruel you wanted to ignore so long as he would take you, exempt you from it. He inspired a want for ownership in Erik, which he knew was dangerous and hoped wasn't visible on his face.

The sway of haunches as Tyr approached, bottle of something in his hand; deadly, glorious. Gait like that of a lion but more, because the face...intellect and kindness you could believe, a gentle face. Feminine almost, but fitting perfectly on a body ripped with mad discipline, muscle upon muscle. And grace in the muscle. Erik's head swam with contradictions and he wanted to smile wide before the glory, in the fashion of an infatuated girl, to curse himself for ignoring the danger of him, and to watch forever. Power emanated in a net all around the room, Tyr stood before him. Erik wondered, in fleeting fixation, how Tyr could smile with ease, like he wasn't some god, like he *cared*, like he could give himself human-style, like Erik wasn't unworthy. Dangerous thoughts all over again.

Hands on shoulders, expectant, very close to making clear marks on Erik's skin. Was he imagining this desire or was Tyr really burning, like him? Hands so hot...

"Lay back. Turn on your stomach, it's easier"

"But I want to see you..."

Tyr stroked his forehead, then eyelids. Kissed them. "All right"

Legs spread and Erik wondered why he hadn't come yet. Wouldn't touch his cock, for fear it would take something away from Tyr and he couldn't. He watched, Tyr pouring the...stuff over his fingers, stroke, careful sweeps all around his dick but quickly, avoiding pressure, biting one soft lip in restraint with momentary glances at Erik. Who was fixated on the cock, glistening, dripping, big hands all over it. Colour interplay, meaning more than if words had said 'this is for you'. He was held in grip and how erotic, the lubricant leaving stretchy strings, when Tyr took his hand away too quickly. An imitation of semen.

Then Tyr put his hand, the wet hand, over his ass. Brought up his legs over his own shoulders, elevating Erik until the small of his back didn't touch the bed. He liked the oiled sensation, on his ass...Tyr massaged, a circle growing smaller until the tip of a finger was pressed--Erik gasped. Invasive, he needed very badly, needed all of it. He felt very tender...there, and these were nerves he wasn't aware existed and he wanted more. Like his insides had grown raw and open and all touches were heavier, more wet.

"Tyr, go, do it, I need--"

Simple eye contact, but reassuring. "It will hurt"

"Hurt me"

Such words from a virgin; Tyr's cock climbed higher. He pressed in with his finger and Erik's rapid voice made "Ah, ah, ah..." like a chorus, and going louder, and in more, deeper, and now it hurt, the prince's eyes shut mouth pained. "MORE"

A brave one. Finger in as far as it would go with one move and the prince yelled. To balance, Tyr quickly rubbed the slit of Erik's cock and eyes relaxed and Erik breathed like he was fully aroused again. Slowly Tyr probed, moving in and around, spreading Erik. Two fingers, but never stopping the slight assault on his cock. Only, the prince was very close, it would be cruel but there was no time and maybe--

"Erik. You can't endure much longer. Do you want me to...?"

"Yes! Now"

Quickly Tyr moved his fingers out, pushed up and holding Erik's ass open with both hands, slid his dick inside. Tight but slippery. Loud hiss, maybe scream, and the prince was so *young*, but he thrust against Tyr was soon it was all out. Tyr was brutal. Hard, hard slams and he reached the prostate and Erik's gaps turned into a continuous groan. "Fuck!"

Sparkling underneath his eyelids and giant Nietzchean embedded in his *ass*, so much pleasure and he did NOT know that spot existed before. Full, too full, holding on as best he could to the invading cock and the invasion of it, which he needed and oh, nerves in brain melted into nerves in cock Tyr's hand merciless, squeezing his dick and he couldn't feel his arms. Again and again and suddenly he was complete, jerked violently, came violently and twitched, good GOD; so much pressure on Tyr's cock and he went, too. A final thrust, come wrenched from him, so, so fucking *good*, so much of it coating his chest. Pulled free, immediately pressed Erik to him, holding on as hard as he could as the boy twitched and shook and moaned and grazed his teeth over Tyr's shoulders and breathed his name. Limp, heartbeat manic."Tyr...Tyr"

Full of admiration.

The End.