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Genetics - 2/8

Title: Genetics 2/8
Author: Claire
Fandom: Dark Angel
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Max/Alec, set post transgenic conflict - Manticore left one last little present.
Notes: For shopfront for the jam_pony_fic Winter Ficathon. She requested: Max/Alec, genetics getting the best of them/Max on heat fic. Could be porn, or it could be dealing with the aftermath, or it could even be both (if you're feeling generous ;)) but it should definitely end up being Max/Alec post-heat as well if possible. It's a little longer than I anticipated... sorry!



Part One



“Boo?” Cindy called, heading towards Max’s room. “Why does the place smell like it’s on fire?”

“Just…clearing some stuff out!” Max called back.

Cindy stuck her head into her room-mate’s bedroom and balked when she saw the fire going at Max’s feet.

“What the hell are you doin’!?” Cindy screeched.

“Just burning my sheets to get rid of that smell.” She glanced at Cindy. “Chill, it’s in a bucket, it ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“What smell?” Cindy moved over to stand next to her, watching the smouldering linens and the smoke drifting out of the open window.

“Alec.” Max suppressed a shudder. “He’s all over them. I can’t stand it.”

“Sugar, the only reason he’s all over them is ‘cause you let him get all over you.” She pushed Max’s hair back from her face, inspecting the mark on her neck. “Looks like he was trying to take a chunk with him as well.”

“I can’t help it!” Max grabbed Cindy’s arm. “You’ve gotta stop this from happening again. Keep me away from him. Handcuff yourself to me or something!”

“I’m good, but I ain’t that good,” Cindy drawled. “Original Cindy couldn’t stop you from gettin’ what you wanted if I tried. I handcuff myself to you and you and your boy decide to get jiggy, I could find myself in the middle of some nasty heterosexual practises, aiight? And while I’ll do a lot for my girl, there’s some things that just ain’t worth the pain.”

She nudged the bucket with her toe.

“I hope you got some spare sheets, Boo, ‘cause you ain’t havin’ any of mine.”


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“Woah,” Sketchy breathed, inspecting the marks down Alec’s torso as he changed shirts. “Those are awesome. And those bites! What did you do, have sex with a girl who hates you?”

“…Pretty much, yeah.” Alec flashed him a grin, tugging his shirt on and closing his locker door.

“Special delivery to Sector Three!” Normal called. “They’ve got some kinda gang war goin’ on up there, so one of you muties’ll have to take it!”

“Should’ve known he wouldn’t get any politer, even if he did back the cause,” Alec muttered, shooting Sketchy an amused look.

“Mine!” Max cried, catching sight of Alec as he emerged from the lockers.

“Did you not hear me?” Normal said, jerking the package out of her reach. “Special Delivery. I wouldn’t trust you with this as far as I could throw you, Oh Leader of the Rebel Alliance.”

“I said I’d take it!” Max hissed. “Give it!”

“And how do I know you won’t steal it, hm? Well Missy-miss? That’s right, I know what you’re about.”

“Get someone else to come with me then.” She reached for the package. “They can keep an eye on me.”

“Good plan. Alec!”

“Oooh no,” Alec said firmly.

“Anyone but him,” Max added.

“What is this, ‘Argue with the Boss Day’?”

“It’s always argue with the boss day,” Original Cindy pointed out, from where she was busy stealing candy from Normal’s stash behind the counter. “Where you been for the last three years?”

“Hey hey hey! Get out of there!” He wafted at Cindy with his clipboard, and she shot him the look of one entirely unimpressed. “I would’ve thought I’d earned your trust, what with support I gave you during the war. I put my life, my livelihood, my reputation on the line. And now that it’s over I employ you, and this is the thanks I get? Insubordination? Abuse?”

Alec scowled at him and snatched the package, shoving it in his bag.

“That guilt-trip is only going to work for so long, y’know,” he warned.

“I’ll enjoy it while I can.” Normal smiled brightly at him. “Bip bip bip!”


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“I can’t believe this,” Alec muttered, as he pedalled alongside Max.

“Shut up!” She ordered harshly, desperately trying to avoid looking at him. “Hurry up, would you?”

“Yes ma’am, no ma’am, three bags full ma’am.”

Max scowled and pedalled harder, moving ahead. Alec found himself presented with the view of her rear as she tore off, and he got the full blast of her scent as he rode to keep up with her.

“Max, dammit, this isn’t going to work!” He leaned over and grabbed her handlebars, pulling her to a stop beside him and bringing her face dangerously close to his.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she hissed, holding her breath to prevent getting another whiff of him.

“I can’t ride with you smelling like that,” he told her, glancing around them. “I’ve got certain parts which make it kinda difficult to ride when someone’s wafting around a nasal aphrodisiac.”

“That’s not my problem, is it?” She tried to tug her bike out of his grip. “Leggo!”

“I can’t!”

“Yes you can. Open your fingers and move your hand away, it’s very simple.”

“You’re holding your breath,” he accused, studying her face carefully.

“You’re damn right I am. I don’t want another repeat.”

“You could’ve warned me before you went powering off downwind!”

“Downwind?” She glanced down at him and chuckled. “Well, tough luck cowboy. No sniffin’ on this end.”

“Wanna bet?” he hissed, and grabbed her collar, pulling her into a fierce kiss.


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“We gotta deliver the package,” Alec huffed, wincing and twisting around to pull the rock out from under his shoulder. Max tried half-heartedly to brush the grass stains off her pants, before pulling them on irritably.

“I hate you,” she told him venomously, shooting him a glare. Alec ignored her touching his lip cautiously.

“I think you bit right through it,” he said.

“Good.” She scrambled awkwardly to her feet. “Serves you right for being an ass.”

Alec grunted and moodily kicked her legs out from under her, causing her to land on her back with an ‘oof!’

“Serves you right for being a bitch,” he muttered, levering himself to his feet with a wince. “Christ, I think you took a layer of freaking skin off.”

“That’ll make us even, since I’m gonna have to scrub at least a layer off tonight before I feel clean.”

You need to feel clean? What about me? You’ve been out here longer than I have. You’re probably carrying more diseases.”

“That which doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger,” Max said snidely as Alec picked up his bike. “Let’s hope it kills you.”

“That hurts almost as much as your nails,” Alec snorted, as Max struggled upright and grabbed her own bike.

“Whatever. I’m going to deliver the package. You can drop dead for all I care.”

“Love you too, Maxie,” he called as she rode off, giving her a jaunty two-fingered salute. “I hope someone spits in your tea!”

Clambering onto his bike carefully, he pushed off in the other direction, wincing as he discovered bruises in delicate places.





A few minutes later, the pair of them were face-to-face again, in the secluded clearing they’d parted from.

“You’ve got the package,” Max said.

“I’ve got the package,” Alec agreed.



The package didn’t get delivered.



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“Hey hey hey!” Normal eyed Max and Alec as they limped back into Jam Pony later that day. “What the hell have you two been doing? I’ve been getting angry phone calls saying the package didn’t get delivered. You look like crap, by the way. Did you get into a fight or something?”

“Uh…” Max cast a quick glance at Alec. “Yeah. Yeah! The gangs jumped us. Beat us up. Stole the package.”

“I thought you guys were supposed to handle that sort of thing,” Normal said sceptically.

“There were a lot of them,” Max said. “Came from nowhere.”

“We were lucky we got out in one piece,” Alec added.

Normal squinted at them, pointing with his pen.

“Are those bite marks?”

“Uh…Yeah. They bit us… So we had to go get shots.”

“Shots?”

“Tetanus,” Max said.

“Rabies,” Alec offered.

“Anyway.” Max shrugged. “It’s all Alec’s fault.”

Alec looked at her.

“Wait, my fault? Why is it my fault?”

“Because you’re an idiot.”

Alec stared at her, then shoved her irritably. Max shot him a mutinous look and shoved him back.

“Hey, I’m allowed to shove,” he said, pushing her again. “You called me an idiot.”

“That’s because you are an idiot, idiot.” she shoved him harder.

“Bitch.”

“Moron.”

“Control freak.”

“Asshole.”

“Weirdo – oof!” Alec landed on the floor, bringing his hand up to rub his jaw.

“Don’t make me come down there and beat your ass,” Max told him.

“Like you could,” Alec sneered, and trapped her ankle between his feet, twisting to bring her crashing to the ground.

“You dick!”

“Can’t keep your mind off it for two minutes, can you Maxie?”

“Oh you wish!”

“Hey! Hey!” Normal tried to regain some semblance of order as the pair of them started grappling viciously on the floor. “This is a place of work! No brawling! Get them off each other! Don’t make me get the hose!”

“Let me kill him,” Max snarled, as she was hauled forcefully off Alec by a couple of the other transgenics working there. “Please. I’ll be doing the world a favour!”

“Get a grip, Missy!” Normal ordered.

“I’ll get a grip – on his throat!”

“Wanna try it, Maxie?” Alec taunted, as he was pulled to his feet by a few others. “Come on – I let you win last time. It’s not gonna happen again.”

“If you two don’t cut it out I’ll suspend you both!”

Alec glanced at Normal, then shrugged off the hands holding him back, straightening his jacket.

“I’ll go get the package back,” he grunted, and headed out the building, shouldering past Max roughly on his way out.


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Tags: dark angel, genetics, max/alec
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