Claire (mythverdandi) wrote,

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Genetics 3/8

Title: Genetics 3/8
Author: Claire
Fandom: Dark Angel
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: Max/Alec, set post transgenic conflict - Manticore left one last little present.
Notes: It's taken a lot longer than expected, sorry!

“I’m not coming,” Max said firmly. “Alec’ll be there. It’ll end way badly.”

“You know as well as I do that if you ain’t there, then Alec’ll make his way here thanks to that weird man-trap thing you smell of,” Cindy told her flatly. “At least if you’re both at Crash we can keep an eye on you.”

“…You’re right.” Max grabbed her jacket. “Sit on me or something, would you? Or bean me over the head with a pitcher if it looks like I’m heading over to the dark side.”

“I don’t know what the hell is going on wit’ you two,” Cindy commented as Max followed her out the door. “I can’t even say it’s ‘unresolved sexual tension’, since the pair o’ you have been resolvin’ it two or three times a day for the last week.”

“It’s more than that,” Max sighed.

More than three times a day?” Cindy raised an eyebrow. “Where d’you get the energy?”

“What? No! No! Well…Yes, but that’s not what I meant.” Max grimaced at Cindy. “I just…Can’t stand the guy.”

“Which is why you’re bonin’ him on the Q.T.”

“Exactly. Wait, no. It’s why I need to stop boning him on the Q.T. Would you stop doing that?”

“Boo, I’d stop, if you din’t make it so easy.”


“This is all your fault, you know,” Alec hissed at Max over the table they were sitting at, Cindy sandwiched between them.

My fault?” Max hissed back. “How is it my fault?”

“If you hadn’t turned up at work like that, I would never have gotten a whiff of it and this whole thing never would’ve gotten started!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault you can’t keep it in your pants?” Max shot him a disgusted look. “Grow up.”

“You weren’t exactly trying to stop me! I distinctly remember you ordering me to shut up and take my pants off!”

“Maybe I wanted to kick you out in the street in your underwear and humiliate you!”

“You’d have had a hard job of that – I don’t wear underwear!”

“Aiight, I don’t care any more,” Cindy said, shoving her way out from between them. “I already know way too much about yo’ personal habits. Screw each other into next week for all I care.”

Max watched her go, then turned her glare on Alec.

“See what you did?” She growled, kicking him under the table.

“What I did? What about what you did?”

“Me? I’m the victim in this! I’m the one having you forced upon me!”

“Forced? Forced? You were the one who pinned me to the - ow! Stop kicking me!”

“Then stop talking about it so loudly!”

Alec huffed in an angry breath and slammed his hands on the table.

“Fine. Fine.” He stood abruptly, knocking his chair over in the process, and grabbed Max’s collar, yanking her out of her chair.

“What are you doing?!” she demanded, trying to break his grip as he half-carried, half-dragged her towards the exit.

“I’ll show you forced,” he hissed.


The alley wall was rough against her back, and she let out a cry, partly from what Alec was doing to her and partly because she’d just thrown her head back and bashed it against the brick behind her.

“Still feel like a victim?” Alec spat, thrusting up into her brutally and tightening his grip on her thighs.

“Will you ever just shut up?” Max gasped, tugging harshly on his hair and digging her nails into his scalp and neck.

“Will you ever stop being a bitch?” he shot back, even as he felt her grip begin to tighten on his neck, nails piercing the skin. Her hips pushed against his insistently as all her muscles locked and she gave a half-choked gasp.

He braced himself against the wall and pressed against her, shuddering hard and swearing under his breath.


“We’ve got to sort this out,” Max said, as Alec finally pulled away and lowered her down. She pulled her jeans up, wincing uncomfortably as they touched the raw skin on her lower back.

“Damn right,” Alec muttered, tucking himself back in his pants. His hand went to the back of his neck and came back covered in blood. “Shit, Maxie, you’re vicious.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby,” Max clucked, then glanced at his hand. “Jesus…” She turned him around and tugged his collar down, wincing slightly at the deep scratches across the back of his neck, almost totally obscuring his barcode. “I didn’t mean to…”

“S’alright,” he said gruffly, batting her hand away and turning around, flashing her a grin and tugging his collar up again. “No worse than usual.”

“That is!” Max said. “You’re never normally bleeding afterwards!”

“Guess I musta just pissed you right off tonight then,” Alec said tightly.

“We need to get this sorted.” Max reached out to him again, but he batted her hand away.

“I’m fine,” he snapped. “Go do your…detective thing, or whatever. I’ll go…sort this shit out.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets and headed off.

“Alec!” Max called, annoyed.

“See ya later, Maxie!” He gave her a little wave, then disappeared around the corner, leaving Max in the alley, alone and irritated.


Alec hissed slightly as he pulled his collar away from his neck, the fabric sticking to the scabbing blood and pulling it away, opening the scratches up again. It was in his hair as well, dammit. He was gonna have to shower.

Stripping his clothes off, he stepping into the spray, wincing as the hot water hit the scratches in various states of repair over his torso and arms. Didn’t normally bleed, oh how he laughed – inside. Showed how much attention she paid to what they were doing.

He grabbed the shampoo and began to work a generous amount into his hair, taking care to unstick the strands from his neck, working the blood out of them. The shampoo hit the reopened scratches and stung like hell, as he probed his scalp for where she’d been gripping his hair. Didn’t feel like she’d broken any skin there, which was a relief. The shampoo stung across his other scratches as he rinsed it off, and the stinging only increased as he reached for the soap.

He’d actually been getting kind of used to their new… ‘arrangement’. Regular sex with a hot girl who he had, until recently at least, liked and respected. Who could argue with that, really?

Then she had to go and practically accuse him of being a rapist, and that had hurt more than all the other injuries put together. It was no wonder Logan had packed off to help the transgenics in Canada. Mr Save-the-World probably got enough earfuls from her.

Her scent was in the steam all around him, and it was having its usual effect. The water moved over his skin in a caress drastically different to the ones he and Max shared. Warm and soothing, gentle.

Sighing, he braced himself against the wall, giving in to the inevitable.

At least this thing was doing his stamina good.


“…And you say it happened after your heat?” Logan asked down the phone. “And it hasn’t happened with anyone else?”

“I’ve had more guys than I can count thanks to heat,” Max said grouchily. “But if they’ve stuck around afterwards it was because they were clingy. This is…it’s like every time he comes near me I’m in heat again.”

“Do you think it’s because he’s another transgenic?”

“Maybe. I dunno. It’s never happened with a transgenic before.” She strolled over to the window and glared down at the people below.

“I think you should ask some of the other X-5s,” Logan said after a thoughtful pause. “See if they’ve got any clue.”

“I don’t want this spreading around!”

“You don’t have to give them specifics,” he said patiently. “Just…find out if they’ve had any complications with that sort of thing. Maybe look into the others involved in that breeding program thing.”

“You think that might have something to do with it?”

“It’s possible.” There was a pause, and Max could hear voices in the background on Logan’s end. “I’ll look into it. I’ve gotta go, but I’ll talk to you later, alright?”


She hung up and sighed irritably. This wasn’t going to go well, she could just tell.


Tags: dark angel, genetics, max/alec
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