Title: Jaeger

Author: Vesper

Fandom: Andromeda

Pairing: Harper/Jaeger

Rating: NC17

Status: Complete

Archive: WWoMB and Andromeda Uncovered only

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Email: venskaill@angelfire.com

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Summary: What happened after Harper ran off in the Maru in Harper 2.0 but before the Andromeda rescued him.

Warning: RAPE and light bondage/torture

JAEGER

By Vesper

I should have resisted the temptation. The Master will be angry with me. I should have just taken the boy�s head and been done with it. Such a sweet boy, I wish I could have wrung more screams out of him. The first time I saw him I knew he was something special.

There he was, on the Andromeda: small, nervous, beautiful When I discovered that the Persied�s damn library was in his head I almost sang with joy. He could be mine. Mine to hurt, to use, to kill.

The first time I came after him I could smell the fear and sweat on him. The knowledge forced into his brain had started to impinge on his conscious mind. I loved the resonance of his fear: It was like fire in

me. The wish to take him alive was what turned the battle against me. A High Guard anachronism, a Nietzschean and a frightened boy would not normally be a threat to me. I withdrew to wait for a better

opportunity to take the boy.

Holing that shiny bitch with my PSP was a moment of joy. Her slipstream drive was off line and I knew my chance was coming. He must have known that I was his destiny: he ran on that pitiful little salvage craft and taunted me. He knew he was mine to claim; I caught him easily, but not before I made sure the Andromeda had been left far behind.

When I appeared on his little ship the boy tried to evade me. The chase was stimulating; watching that tight body throw itself around got me hot. I let him tire himself out, it didn�t take long: he was exhausted

from the data in his head. When I saw his fire wane I knocked him unconscious and dragged him back to the bunks.

I shouldn�t have done it: I should have taken his head and returned to my Master. The boy was so tempting though: I had to touch him, to taste him, to bury myself in him. I was happy to see that under those ugly

clothes his body was as hot and as firm as I had imagined. I ran my tongue over his spine and tasted the glorious terror-sweat beaded there. I pushed my fingers into his tight ass and stretched him open for me.

I expected him to wake as I invaded his body but he didn�t move. His body and mind had been driven beyond exhaustion and he stayed unconscious.

Sweet, sweet boy. I slid into him slowly, relishing the friction, feeling the desire to rip him open but controlling it. My teeth bit down on his neck and I thrust deeply into him again and again and again,

until the fire that burned as brightly as my Master�s eyes flared up and blinded me. I emptied myself into my little captive with barely a sound.

I wanted him to wake for the next round so I pulled his shirt down and his pants back up. Chaining him to the door frame was enjoyable: I imagined his response to waking at my mercy, would he realize immediately how I had used him or would I see the dawning horror as I told him about my explorations. His body bore testament to the fact that he had been well used in the past. He�d been tight though, and he�d bled. I thought he�d be able to recognize the pain as newly afflicted and not an injury he�d received while I chased him.

I was wrong though. When I woke him I didn�t see anything in his eyes but fear. There was no awareness of my assault. I tormented him with the laser probe, inflicting agony like that is like food and water to

me. I didn�t need to but the screams were exquisite. He cried for that big silver ship of his and I felt myself hardening again. This time his body would take more: this time I would not hold back.

Damn the Andromeda. Damn it�s crew. They had followed us, my prize was taken from me and my task went uncompleted. They even blew up my ship. Now I return to my Master, phase-shifted and non-corporeal. I don�t expect mercy: all I hope for is another chance to retrieve the data and my sweet boy.

The End