Author's disclaimer: The faces are familiar and so are the names, but the setting seems a little strange? I kidnapped a few cuties from television land. I accept that they never did and never will belong to me, but I am having oh so much fun while I have them.

Author's notes: This is an alternate universe set in the Andromeda universe. I fell in love with the Nietzschean society. In short, they are a society where genetic excellence is strived for and social Darwinism is practised. I made my characters a little more "touchie-feelie" than the cold bastards found on the Andromeda series, but that's my prerogative. And I have made some of the stuff up because the series hasn't been on that long to develop a lot of background information. All you need to remember is a Nietzschean will do anything to win and pass on their genetics to another generation. Applicable side bar, Caiman means alligator and a double helix is an armband signifying a man is a husband and father.

Rating: NC-17. Only for good open-minded adults, please. Beware adult men doing adult things ahead and some scenes of violence.

Feedback: Creed_Cascade@hotmail.com

Warnings: first time, alternate universe, some scenes of violence

ALPHA TACTICS, part 2

Written By Creed Cascade

Blair winced as his knee scrapped painfully on a sharp corner, as he squeezed further into the tight space. He had been crawling around in the dark vents for hours now. Blair was sure his luck was holding because he still managed to escape detection. As soon as his captor left him alone, he managed to slip out his restraints and pick the locks to the supposedly secure air ventilation system. He was particularly proud of himself considering it was twelve feet off the floor. Slowly he crept towards the humming noise further up the airshaft, approaching his target. He planned to drop quietly into an automated control room and make his way to the ship hanger. Blair carefully leaned over the opening and peered into the space below. Holding his breath, he listened for anything alarming. After determining the room was deserted, he lifted the edge of the grate and flipped head first into the unknown. With a graceful spin, he landed on his feet, only slight winded.

"Hello, Blair."

Blair snapped around to face the hidden figure. Out of the shadows stepped the man he had been trying to escape.

"Shit --" he whispered.

Blair had the immediate impression that he was a dead man. The larger Nietzschean stood with his arms crossed over his chest and feet planted firmly. He exuded an air of authority and confidence that Blair wanted to hate.

"I'm very pleased with you," Jim stated. He appeared to be amused and that annoying grin lit up his face. Blair looked at him funny and stepped closer to the door.

"I wouldn't even think about it, beta. I let you get this far. I have a weakness for beautiful things and I'm not going to let you simply walk away from me," Jim stated calmly, "Stay put."

Blair merely nodded in response. Jim stalked over to the frozen smaller man. He pressed Blair's body again the wall, trapping him between his outstretched arms and moved his head next to his prey's ear.

"I saved your life again. In that corridor is a squadron who would have killed you the minute you tried to get any further. I am pleased with your performance because you did what I expected you to do. I left you alone on purpose to test your skills. If you had not escaped, you would be dead right now. I would have sliced your throat myself. You have fulfilled my expectations, pretty beta."

Jim inhaled Blair's scent deeply. This was the scent he had tracked as his escapee transversed the complicated ventilation system. Indulging his need to taste his new acquisition, he leisurely began to kiss Blair. He growled with approval when the smaller man's lips parted for his exploration. Jim's tongue sought out its mate and begin a slithering dance. Eventually, the kiss was broken when both men were heaving from lack of breath and lust. Jim moved away from the tempting figure, but slipped his arm around the tapered waist to maintain body contact.

"Let's get out here. I have plans for you."

Pressing his hand against Blair's lower back, Jim directed his beta out of the control room and down the corridor. Blair moved closer to Jim when they approached a group of milling Caiman Pride males. He could almost feel the animosity vibrating off of them and their hateful glances added to the tension. Blair unconsciously flinched when he heard the distinct click of a weapon loading. As they passed the group, he felt Jim tighten his grip on his waist and his hand moved in reassuring patterns.

"Hey, Ellison! What are you going to do with that Timber Wolf bitch?" one of the group members shouted. The man in question stopped laughing when Jim stopped dead and turned his icy blues on him.

"Very. Stupid. Move. Zaczek, I'll remember you said that the next time we're alone. Stay away from what's mine if you want to keep your balls attached to your body," Jim said in cold, clear voice.

Without waiting for a further response, they continued to move back to Jim's quarters. The trip was a blur for Blair since he was lost in thought. He was thinking about the nature of this man who had claimed him. It was disturbing in a way to be claimed by another so fiercely, but somehow it was also tempting. A piece of Blair's consciousness was satisfied that another soul was concerned with his survival. The other part of his consciousness was severely alarmed that a Nietzschean male was acting so possessive.

The hum of the door closing jarred Blair back into reality. He was back in the room he had just escaped. Blair sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the inevitable. He was expecting punishment of some sort, no matter what this alpha male said about his satisfaction.

"I have something for you. Close your eyes."

When Blair didn't comply immediately, Jim simply ran his fingertips over the eyelids. Blair kept his eyes shut, expecting a sharp blow or the bite of a binding rope. There was a short rustling noise and he felt a hand graze his cheek.

"You can open them now. This is for you --"

The first thing he fixed his eyes on was a stunning piece of piece of jewellery. Jim simply handed it to him and smiled cautiously. Blair stroked the jewellery and turned it gently for further examination. His thumbs ran over the rounded edges of an intricate, platinum torc. The elegant piece of neck jewellery almost resembled a collar, except it was open on one end. The c-shaped design was simple, ordained at the ends with what appeared to be cat's paws. Blair looked up to meet a matching pair of blue eyes looking for his approval. Without thinking of the consequences, Blair simply nodded. Jim reached over and took the torc from Blair's grasp. Carefully pulling the medal, he enlarged the opening and slipped it around his beta's neck. His large hands closed the torc so it melded around the flesh. The torc was strong enough to stay in place, but light enough to remain comfortable.

"This means everyone will know you belong to me. It is a symbol of our union. As Nietzschean men wear the double helix in honour of their status as husband and father, so you shall wear my jaguar's torc in honour of your status as my beta."

An odd silence filled the room.

"Why?" Blair finally asked.

"Because I need you," was his simple reply.

"But I have no need for you -- " he added stubbornly.

Jim pulled Blair into a standing position and wrapped him in a strong embrace. Placing a hand on the back of the curly head, he guided their mouths together for an overwhelming kiss. Blair wrapped his arms around Jim's neck to pull the well-built man closer. Jim's hands roamed his back and came to rest on his rounded ass cheeks, kneading them passionately.

Jim was kissing and sucking behind Blair's right ear when he whispered, "Your body betrays you, beta. You need me and I know you want to please me."

Pushing slightly on his companion's shoulders, Jim was satisfied when Blair slid gradually to his knees. Blair's head was bent and nestled again his seducer's strong thigh. He hid under the envelop of auburn curls and watched as Jim released his hard cock from its constricting prison.

"Come on, baby."

His mind was screaming at him to stop, but his own pulsating beat of desire drew him to this act. Truthfully, he wanted to cause this man mind-breaking pleasure. Blair moved hesitantly at first, licking the leaking tip. Jim groaned in ecstasy and this encouraged Blair's explorations. He moved his tongue along the underside to the base, inhaling this new masculine scent. Giving into desire he opened his mouth and Jim guide his cock home. Jim wrapped a handful of curls and guided the motion up and down his length, setting a steady rhythm. The harder Blair sucked and licked, the louder Jim moaned.

"You are so good -- mmmmm -- just like that --"

Blair felt the muscles in Jim's thigh begin to twitch. With a final, deep thrust Jim came hard. The bitter taste was a shock and Blair almost gagged, but finally managed to swallow deeply. The still firm cock slipped from his mouth and a tiny trail of cum spilt down his chin. Jim's knees buckled and he came to rest beside Blair. He leaned over and licked Blair's face clean, ending in an intense kiss. Blair rested his head on his lover's shoulder and took comfort when he felt his hair petted.

"You were wonderful, baby. But I want to know one thing. Have you ever done this before?"

Blair was silent for a moment, trying to think if this would reveal any weakness. "No," escaped his swollen lips.

Jim nuzzled into Blair curls and smiled with approval.

"There are so many things I'm going to show you. Now let's take care of what you need."

Blair shivered with the impact of that statement. What he needed was to get as far away as possible from this man and the Caiman stronghold. However, his body was demanding that it had far more insistent needs to be taken of. At this exact moment, Blair was having problems concentrating with his erection sending disturbing messages to his brain to shut up and go with the flow. The flow currently dictated that he follow Jim to his feet as they moved the short distance to the bed.

Blair was almost amused by the determined look Jim maintained as he proceeded to arrange both bodies until he was satisfied. Jim lowered himself onto Blair and continued to mount war on the other man's sanity. With his first strike he nipped, licked and sucked poor Blair into a quivering mass. The sensual assault continued down his torso and lingered at his nipples. Jim was fascinated with Blair's nipple ring and the responses he could elicit from the squirming man with just the right tug.

Later in the barrage, Jim stopped sucking near Blair's navel when he reached the leather barrier of his pants. With a determined and disdainful grunt, he hastily shed his own leather gear and attempted to uncover his objective. A sweaty, fidgeting partner did not help the process, but eventually Blair was naked and subject to a hungry blue gaze. Blair didn't even care that his pants would never be the same again. Jim was looking at him possessively and Blair almost hated the truth that he found this satisfying.

"You are very beautiful," was all Jim said before he took Blair's cock deep in his mouth.

Blair managed something akin to a squeak in response. He was unprepared for the swiftness of the move, but revelled in the new sensations. He had attempted to give this pleasure to Jim beforehand, but being on the receiving end was staggering. Jim was not subtle and knew exactly how to bring Blair to the very edge of passion, only to back off. From base to tip, Jim sucked Blair's cock deep into his mouth and the sensitive tip rubbed against his ribbed upper palate. Jim knowingly denied Blair the exact rhythm that would bring him completion.

"Please -- oh gods -- you're killing me -- just finish it, man -- please --" were some of the words Jim was able to make out from babble emerging from his partner.

Jim was pleased that the true vocal nature of his mate was finally surfacing. When Blair was close to completion, Jim pulled away, licking the lips of his feral grin. Blair made a small, disbelieving keening noise at the loss. Jim moved so he was face to face with Blair.

"I'm going to give you what you need. What we both need," he whispered hoarsely.

He could read his beta's increased heart rate and shallow breathing. He moved his hands to the smooth hips and swiftly flipped the body beneath him over. Blair found himself on his stomach with Jim straddling his legs. He briefly thought it was strange that he didn't tense up at this realisation, but he was too on edge to care. Jim's hands returned to his body and ghosted over his back aided by warm, sweetly scented oil. Blair didn't know where the oil came from and he didn't care. He drifted into a haze between pleasure and need. He twitched when he felt hands glide over his ass cheeks, but they continued onto his thighs and he returned to nirvana. Reality smacked him upside the head when he felt those wicked hands massaging his ass again. Jim slowly ran his oiled thumb down the crevice.

"What are you doing?!" Blair accused as he twisted slightly away.

"Shhhhh --" Jim whispered as he gently pushed Blair flat on the bed " --trust me. Hasn't everything we have done until now been pleasurable?"

"Oh god, yes."

"Then trust me."

Jim continued to rubdown the superb ass in front of him with intent. Blair felt a slight pressure at his opening and tried not to fight it. All of his mental and physical barriers seemed to melt to the will of this man. Jim was sliding one oiled finger cautiously in and out. After stretching the muscles sufficiently, he slide two fingers into the loosening passage. The sensation of stretching and being filled was strange for Blair. The little lightening bolts of pain slowly began to merge into a completely new feeling of fulfillment. He moaned when he felt three fingers glide and scissor in his passage. It was almost too much, but not nearly enough. Sensing the changes in Blair's body, Jim removed his fingers leisurely. Blair was shocked out his daze from the loss.

"What the fuck --" he turned to look at Jim in accusation.

He stammered when he saw Jim oiling his thick, painful looking cock. Their eyes met and mutual lust flashed in a whirling dance. Jim drifted over the prone body and his lips brushed against the platinum torc surrounding his beta's neck. That action touched Blair and he arced upwards to maintain maximum body contact. Jim grunted with satisfaction as his cock slide between oiled ass cheeks when their bodies converged fully. He bit and sucked the back his beta's neck, as their bodies moved together.

Separating faintly, Jim positioned at the right angle and tenderly pushed inwards. Hearing a sharp intake of breath, Jim paused his invasion momentarily. When he felt Blair relax, he moved his arm underneath Blair's waist and pulled his lover onto his knees. During the process, his cock slipped deeper into the hot, tight passage. Both men let out a series of deep moans from bliss and need. Jim began to thrust home in a steady rhythm, climbing closer to the peak of ecstasy. He reached around and pumped Blair's weeping cock in time with his deep thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much for Blair and he let go with a sub-vocal cry. Jim was hauled into his own orgasm by the pulsating passageway and excitement of his beta. Both men collapsed onto the bed from post-fuck exhaustion.

The experience had been so intense neither man reacted right away. Jim heaved his bulk off, only to collapse partly on his ravaged partner. He drew Blair into his arms and began to nuzzle his neck, kissing the torc layered under curls. The two lovers lay entangled, caressing each other in the aftermath. The silence was comfortable, but unanswered questions hovered just beneath the surface. The relationship was merely hours old, which was not unusual. It was common for Nietzschean heterosexual couples to have met, mated and committed within hours. It would take time for each to test mutual boundaries, strengths and weaknesses. A Nietzchean relationship was like a battlefield.

Jim was the first to break the silence when he causally remarked, "You were a virgin."

It was a statement, not a question. Blair squeezed his eyes shut. Nietzscheans never were known for tact, but Jim was especially indiscreet. Blair would not back down from this man and he was not afraid of this particular truth.

"Yes."

"I want to ask you something and I want a truthful answer."

"What?"

"How much do you hate the Caiman Pride?"

"I'm not stupid enough to answer that question," Blair deadpanned.

Jim laughed at his boldness. "Always thinking. That is a helpful and attractive characteristic. But you have to learn that I demand the truth."

Blair looked into the eyes of the man who could easily kill in a variety of painful and bizarre ways. He wondered if Jim was trying to fuck him to death, but there were worse ways to go. He was willing to survive at almost any odds, but he would not debase himself with a lie.

"Fine. You want the truth. I think the Caiman Pride is full of genetic rejects who aren't worthy to lick the boots of the Timber Wolf Pride," he spat.

"Such passion, my beta," Jim smiled and leaned over to kiss a shocked Blair. "I have been looking for someone like you. Finding you has been the catalyst to all my plans. Together we will make the Caiman and Timber Wolf Prides look pathetic."

In response to this new revelation, Blair moved abruptly to straddle his bed partner. This move was not perceived as an attack because Blair simply did not make a very menacing opponent with a sly smile plastered on his face.

"Are you planning what I think you are planning?" the smaller man questioned from his perch.

"As a matter a fact I am," Jim gave a little indulgent smile in return and stroked his hands over Blair's thighs. "I'll let that reality rattle around your head while I'm gone."

"Where are you going?" he frowned a bit. He pushed his full weight down to stop any further movement. "We have plans to make."

"As far as planning is concerned, don't worry about that right now. I have everything under control. Our game of cat and mouse has been fun, but real life interjects itself into my strategy occasionally. I have to go on patrols for a few hours. The time I allotted for your little escape is up and I don't want to arouse suspicions."

Blair snorted, "And don't you think they will find it anymore suspicious than you liberating an outsider?"

"Let's just say they will add it on to my already considerable tab."

Jim's hand moved to Blair's hips and in one swift movement he was laying on top of his ruffled partner. He proceeded to end the discussion with a breath-stealing kiss. Leaving a dazed looking Blair, he moved away from the sleeping platform and proceeded to dress.

"You're cute when you're speechless --"

"A Nietzchean is not cute," Blair huffed. Unless that is if you counted the fact that he looked superbly well fucked and happy to be so cute, then maybe he was cute.

"Its all in the eye of the beholder, beta. I'll be gone for several hours. There are some fresh clothes I thought would suit you in the storage locker. Keep out of trouble and stay put. This time I won't be able to save your ass from my eager pride brethren."

With that last warning, Jim left the room and the sharp click of the door locking from the outside reverberated. Right now this barbarian was the only thing stopping an entire pride from using Blair as a chew toy. Blair smiled as he thought of Jim's unspecified plans. He could use this situation to his benefit, but first he had to do some research. Blair looked over at the locked computer terminal with delight.