Author: SA
Website: fubos
Rating: NC-17
Recipient: Voleuse
Notes: Tyr Anasazi/Aeryn Sun, with bonus hot leather sex. Impossible to do without Jenifer-Oksana, so thank you. No spoilers.
Despite both of their attempts to make the small space with its recycled air and minimal rations last, they could only remain on either side of the metal room for so long before the cold seeped into their bones. Tyr Anasazi and Aeryn Sun were too practical to let something as insignificant as personal space stand between them and survival.
It was only a matter of time before the space became no more than skin on skin. "I find you attractive, and worthy of mating," Tyr said one night when words of their homes and the people they'd left behind ran dry. Aeryn agreed; the way his fine form filled his leathers was worthy of any Peacekeeper and more.
They divested slowly, undoing what they could by themselves, and then offering with hesitant fingers to undo the more impatient clasps on their clothing. The chill of the ventilation system raised the thin hairs on Tyr's body, and Aeryn reached out to touch. "Sebaceans don't have these," she explained, and Tyr never thought Sebacean meant anything different from human until he touched her skin and felt cold, something that went deeper than only the epidermal layers.
He ran his hands up her forearms, and she mirrored the action until they were mostly in each others' embrace. She came high on him, nearly up to his eyes, and while it was not a unique experience, Tyr always enjoyed an evenly matched opponent. He smiled harshly, his white teeth bright in the half-dark, and Aeryn warily stepped back.
She was caught in the grip of his hands, but soon relieved herself of his grasp. This was pleasing, thought Tyr, and made another thrust into her space; she stepped back and angled herself into a waiting crouch. She knew what he was about, now.
"Are all humans so reluctant in their affections?" she said tauntingly.
"I am no human," he said proudly, swiping his leg beneath hers, giving her barely enough time to jump cleanly away from it. "I am a Nietzchean, and nothing worth pursuing does not demand to be caught first. That which survives is most precious--" he said, ducking a handy punch she made towards his chin, "--and I see I am aptly matched here. Who would have supposed?"
"What, that a barren rock with some random channel between our words might bring together the two of us?" She parried his series of kicks with blocks of her own. "Certainly not me."
Tyr huffed a laugh. He freed one of his hands, managing to wrest control of the situation from her in time to grab her around the waist and slam her against the cold metal of the structure. "I think you'll find that we are evenly matched, you and I. Aeryn Sun of the Peacekeepers, I thank you for the exercise." Without delay, he fastened his lips to her.
She writhed, trying to gain purchase, but he held her fast. As the kiss changed from something fierce to something more acquiescing, she ceased her struggles and crossed her legs behind his back. She could feel his penis rising against her, and she tried to angle herself so that he might enter her; but he pulled away slightly and used his strength to carry her to the pile of warm leathers they'd laid in the middle of the room.
Tyr somehow managed to align himself with the ground just so, and they landed with little effort. He sat up, her legs splaying over his hips, and with a muted cry slid into her.
Aeryn waited a moment before beginning to move, her muscles clamping around him tightly. She could not tell if it was pleasure or pain to him, from the look on his face, nor did she care. Instead, she braced herself against his shoulders and rode him, feeling his hands tighten and release at her hips. She took this as an invitation to continue what she was doing, pressing him down towards the floor to give her better leverage.
They continued for long minutes, Tyr letting half-formed moans escape his lips and Aeryn responding in kind. This wasn't the place for loud noises, and with a groan Tyr moved, making Aeryn gasp as he turned them over, angling himself better for the deep thrusts he made into her body.
Her feet crept up his strong thighs, feeling the muscle there work, and digging in just above his hips to control more of the movement. He let her do so, adjusting his rhythm slightly to accommodate, and it seemed almost too soon when Tyr strained and spent himself within her.
After a moment he pulled out, and seeing her flushed face still tense, knelt further to place a questioning lick on the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs to better accommodate him, and Tyr took to his task with vigor. He was rewarded with a high-pitched cry from Aeryn as she bent her body upwards and grasped at the half-formed nest for something to hold on to.
Tyr laid himself beside her, placing a hand on her stomach where a bellybutton ought to have been. "Sebacean," he said, echoing her earlier words. "How strange, that we haven't encountered your people in my universe."
"Perhaps we don't exist there," Aeryn breathed. "Too many alternate worlds, Tyr Anasazi, and I have no desire to keep track on them all. In mine, I have heard of no people called Nietzcheans; humans are the closest thing to you, though they inhabit a distant part of the galaxy. The only reason I know of them at all is that I seem to have collected one."
Tyr raised an eyebrow. "Madam, I might collect a trinket or some remnant of this strange encounter, but I would never collect a human. They require too much care."
Aeryn smiled; a rare thing. "I've found that out."
Tyr turned his head towards her so that he might look her in the eye. "One has 'collected' me, however, and I find they're difficult to be rid of. Do you have any suggestions?"
"None that would work."
"I thought as much. Pity."