AN: So I just finished watching Dark Angel tonight and fell in love with it. Sad Alec and Max never got to develop passed that point, and this scene popped into my head. It's likely just a one-shot, but if people like it enough (and I get enough reviews) maybe I'll expand upon it and develop a plot to keep the story going. Otherwise, I hope you guys enjoy! There's language and some sexiness, so you've been warned.

I don't own Dark Angel, nor any of the characters but Grenade. This is just supposed to be a fun read. ALSO, if you're up for it, listen to the song Dread Rock by Paul Oakenfold while you read this. It's the song I listened to for all the dancing ;) Anyway. Enjoy!

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It was that time of year. She was in heat, and hadn't gotten any action in way too long. Between all the craziness of her life and emotional rollercoaster with Logan, there hadn't been any time to unwind her nerves that way, not in almost 2 years. 'Good fucking grief; has it really been that long,' Max thought, slightly appalled at herself. Perhaps that was why, tonight, she wanted to be reckless. To be dangerous, like she used to be. Original Cindy had given her a ring, and told her all about this new club that opened up in Sector 4. Word was, as long as you could pay, they didn't care what you were. First place of it's kind, and it got a lot of heat for it, but they had the money to buy the muscle to keep things civil in and around it's doors. And that's because it was expensive.

How could se say no though? It had been almost 5 months since they took their stand in Terminal City, and they didn't venture into the Ordinaries' territory often, save for supply runs or to snatch up one of their own. This was her chance to get away from her leadership duties for a night, let loose and go crazy. She needed this. It was also an opportunity to see how "tranny friendly" people dealt with her kind. Now, not everyone knew Max's face, but enough did to make sneaking around a bit harder. If this place was tolerant of transgenics, she wanted to be one of the first to check it out.

Of course, it was supposed to be a girl's night out. Then Alec had to go a fuck everything up. He was her second in command, so of course they crossed paths multiple times a day. She was just finishing up her duties for the day at Command Central, and grabbed her bag off her desk when he called out to her. God, were her nerves already itching to ravish some pool fool, so when she turned to face him, she was slightly more hostile than usual.

"What, Alec," Max snapped irately. Surprised, Alec's green eyes widened slightly, and he held his hands up in defense as he gave her a typical flabbergasted quirk of his lips.

"Whoa, hey there, Kitten," he croaked out just to piss her off. It worked too, and when he saw her lips purse and her muscles twitched in preparation to hit him, his smile turned far wrier in character. "Relax. I just came to tell you Mole came back with a few new members. They're settin' 'em up downtown as we speak."

"Right. Yeah, ok. Thanks," Max said in a hurry as she abruptly tried to bypass him. And he annoyingly took a step in her way, bringing her to a halt once again.

"And where are you off to in such a hurry," Alec asked with a bemused twinkle in his eye, his voice slightly taunting. She grunted slightly in frustration.

"Nowhere, now can you get out of my way," she growled, and roughly shoved him aside with her free hand. She finally slung her pack over her shoulder as she stomped passed him. Alec stumbled only two steps before he spun around and was half-jogging, half-skipping at her side.

"Hot date with your non-boyfriend, huh," Alec prodded lightly, and Max nearly had the mind to throttle him right there.

"No," she snapped shortly. Just thinking about Logan made her blood boil twofold. She was right at the peak of her heat-cycle, and thinking of the only man she truly wanted, and could never touch gave her an itch that she couldn't scratch out. "I'm going out with Cindy," Max offered sharply, hoping it would get Alec off her back.

"Oh yeah? Where to," Alec asked instantly, and with an exasperated huff, Max stopped walking. They were just outside Command Central now, and she turned wild eyes onto her leading officer, and begrudging friend. She wanted to lie to him, but she was so agitated she couldn't think of anything quick enough, and just wanted this damn conversation to be over.

"New club in Sector 4. Sounds like they're acting friendly toward our kind. Thought I might check it out," Max said quickly, a bit of a bite in her voice (though from rashness, not hostility).

"Oh yeah? Well, why don't I uhh, meet you there? You might need backup. And besides, I could use the night off, too," Alec offered with nothing but friendly camaraderie in his voice.

"See, it's kinda a girl's thing tonight, and-" Max had started to cattily protest, but Alec wasn't listening.

"Great, I'll meet you there," he said, clapping a hand on her shoulder before he walked off, leaving her stunned and deflated in his wake.

So here she was, putting on a fancy dress and glamorous heels to go meet up with OC, Alec, and whomever else that idiot decided to bring to the party. OC hadn't minded in the least bit, but Max really didn't want that pain in the ass screwing with her tonight when she was trying to find a good lay.

"What's the problem, Boo? You know he and Sketchy are gonna be lookin' for some fine honnies almost as hard as I am. He won't even pay any attention to you. Besides, when has pretty-boy ever tried to stand in your way with Logan? I don't think he's gonna cockblock you suga'," OC had said, once they met up at her place- Max's old place. OC hadn't gotten a new roommate; said it didn't feel right.

"That isn't the point!" Max had snapped. She was hostile enough that OC turned around from putting her earrings in, bewildered eyes taking Max in. Max seemed to catch herself then, and let out a frustrated sigh, as she turned around and crossed her arms. "I just know he's going to make fun of me for whatever sorry sap I decide to jump tonight," Max grumbled out, but even to her, she sounded lame.

"Uh huh," Original Cindy said, and finished putting her earrings in. Nothing more was said, and they left after that. Just as OC had predicted, Alec had invited Sketchy, and another X5 from home whose name was Grenade. It wasn't hard for the guys to find the place, since it was new, and had a line about a quarter-mile long. Every hipster and liberalist in the city was likely outside, as well as a few other transgenics the group recognized from the X-series. The moment they entered the club, Max was on the prowl. They all had a few drinks together to start the night, but Max's eyes were constantly scanning the crowd, her attention only half-invested in the conversations of her friends.

It wasn't long before they all split up from the small table to venture into the club. It was dark, lit by black lights and blue hues. Things glowed, highlighting certain people like beacons to Max. The tables only lined the sides of the establishment, the bar against two of the walls. In between were two platforms completely free for dancing; one elevated a few feet from the other by two steps and a railing, in case some drunken idiot decided to fall. There was an upstairs too, but Max had no interest in it as she sauntered onto the dance-floor with her drink. Some punk-trance music was blaring around them, enough to nearly hurt a transgenic's hearing if they didn't check their eardrums down.

Finally she found a man who peaked her interest. He had dark hair and blue eyes, human but well built for his kind. They talked a little over the loud music, before making their way back to the dance floor. Her veins were on fire already, and she almost wanted to skip the foreplay and drag the poor sucker home, but she didn't want to ditch OC too soon. They started to dance, and it was fine, but felt slightly awkward, so she downed the rest of her drink, and then whatever was left over of his. As they moved together, she glanced around for her friends. They all seemed to be doing pretty well for themselves.

Sketchy was with Alec, chatting up a few human girls who were none the wiser with their inebriated asses, giggling at whatever those morons said. OC currently had a punk-ass hottie snatched against the wall, and Max had to smile at the not-so-innocent necking they were currently doing. And Grenade was on the dance floor, just as she, with someone Max couldn't make out from this distance, but didn't care to as she spun around and came to face her partner. She grinded against his leg, the alcohol finally starting to kick in, and through new eyes she looked at the man in her arms.

He seemed nice, but plain to her. It briefly made her wonder if Logan had forever poisoned her from finding any who might be worthy of her, of getting anything going in her besides her own fucked up genetic make-up. It deflated her enough that she wanted another drink. Their dance ended just as the beat switched up, and Max took two more shots of Tequila at the bar. She turned around and smiled at the man, ready to take another shot on the dance floor when he said he had to go to the restroom. She sunk back against the bar, and ordered a third shot just when Alec slid up with his own empty drink.

"Hey, Maxie. How's your night goin'," Alec said charmingly, holding a finger up to motion the bartender to refill his shot-glass as well. When he looked back at Max, she was glaring at him with a flat look. His brows flickered up for a brief moment in one of those looks, before he grabbed his new shot.

"That bad, huh? Well how 'bout a dance?" he asked absently, before he cocked his head back and took the whole gulp in one smooth go. She continued to glare at him as she grabbed her own shot without looking. When his glinting green eyes settled on her again, they narrowed slightly.

"What? It's just one dance," he grunted. She smiled condescendingly at him.

"I didn't think you could dance, Alec," she yelled over the music, before she downed her own shot in a similar fashion. He scoffed at her.

"Can you?" Immediately, Max's eyes flared with a determined glint at the challenge he gave her. She set the glass down on the table as Alec left money on the surface, before she grabbed his wrist hard and dragged him out with her. Both their heads were finally swimming with enough alcohol to make them forget anything else but their new game, and just as they stepped foot into the crowd, a new song began playing.

Max reached back with her other hand, ensnaring Alec's other wrist in her grip, and yanked him into her backside. With a grunt at the impact, Alec quickly caught himself as Max wasted no time in swaying her hips against him at the vivacious beat. She still had a vice grip over his arms as she worked her ass into his pelvis, but he moved his hands to snake around her slender stomach and the top of her right thigh. It surprised him she didn't knock him upside the head for it, but he quickly didn't care as he finally caught up and started to twist his hips against her, meeting her movements in perfect synchronization.

Finally, Max felt that fire she'd been waiting for; the one that sweetened the embers already jolting her veins. Her hazy mind nearly forgot whom she was dancing with, as a moan left her to drown out in the music. She tipped her head back into Alec's shoulder as her arms came up to ensnare his neck, and she closed her eyes as his hands explored the front of her body. All the while, their bodies grinded into each other, moved against one another, and swayed with each other in the perfect sin. The friction was so blissful, Alec lost his awareness and dipped his head into the curve of her neck, breathing her sweat and pheromones in deeply.

They were lost in their own world, and as the beat grew heavier, so did their movements. They pressed into one another harder, Alec's greedy hands sliding over her silk dress without any heed to the consequences, as Max's dropped to grip onto his thighs so she could keep him rutted tightly against her. Before he knew it, she spun on him, and knocked him back with genetically enhanced strength until he slammed into the wall. She was right on him, pressing her front into him, their legs tangled as one straddled the other. The beat slowed for a brief moment, giving them both a chance to look at the other wildly. Brown and green irises had diminished, both their pupils blown wide in lust and need. They were panting slightly as they searched the other's face, lost and hopeful looks mingled with fear and confusion dancing across their eyes and facial features. They were covered in thin layers of sweat from the close quarters and suffocating pressure of the crowd.

Max had never looked at Alec this way before, and Alec had never really given thought to Max – well, maybe once, but she had turned out to be a bitch and he lost interest. But now, now they couldn't stop staring into each other's eyes. 'Holy fuck…what am I doing' Max thought, but she didn't process it once the beat picked up again. Instantly, they were right back to thrusting into one another, wild hands grappling for any part of the other to bring them closer, force the pressure where they were connected harder. Their timing was so perfect, that every moment felt increasingly amazing to the last, the friction never letting up, the movements fluid and unstoppable.

Before he could stop himself, Alec had his hands around Max's rear, and Max had her hands inching up Alec's shirt to grab at his bare abs. They had developed since the last time she saw him without a shirt on, the one night she caught him coming out of the shower. Strange she had never noticed then how beautiful he was, but now he looked and felt like sex on legs, and a feral look overtook her eyes that he matched unabashed. She didn't know it, but Alec was in a sort of heat too, and the minute traces of wolf DNA running in his veins were quickly pumping territorial need into his instincts.

Who pulled the other first was unregistered by them, but they were suddenly racing up the stairs as fast as they could go, crashing onto the second floor with wild abandonment in search of a more secluded place. It was almost just as crowded up here, but there was less space since it overlooked the floor below. In their desperation, they didn't care as they nearly fought each other into a corner, partially secluded since it was farthest from the bar. This time, Max found herself to be the one with her back pressed heavily into the crease where the two walls met, and Alec was against her like the paint that coated the wall behind her.

Her arms were immediately around his shoulders, and his gripped tightly at her lower back. They grinded against each other a few more times, before Alec's hands dipped lower and he lifted her thighs. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist tightly, and pulled him flush against her for a moment. For a brief second, they looked at each other hesitantly, as if silently asking the other for permission, but it lasted no longer than that fleeting moment. They knew.

Max's hand reached down to unzip Alec's pants, which he pulled back only long enough for her to free his erection from, before he slammed into her again, slipping passed her panties in one thrust. A deep moan threatened to leave her, which he swallowed to quiet with his own lips. Her fingers snaked into his neck and hair as she greedily accepted the kiss, opening her mouth to dive a lustful tongue into his mouth. He met the appendage with his own, sliding it against hers with practiced fluidity as he himself slowly pumped into her. They didn't care if anyone noticed, completely wrapped up in each other. Their minds were overwhelmed by the scent of the other, the feeling of their tongues dancing with one another, and their bodies grinding into one another wholly. She was so tight, so warm; he felt like he was drowning in her, and he couldn't get enough as he groaned into their wanton kiss.

They had no idea how long they were merged, time, place, and why completely lost to them. Alec's movements grew quicker, their kiss needier, hands greedier, lavish and wild like the animals they were trained to be. Bliss brought them to the edge, and shoved them over so harshly, they both nearly screamed into the other's mouth as Max clenched around him, and Alec pressed into her as hard as he could with his release. Their mouths had never broken apart, swallowing each other's noises without shame. Even after they both started to come down from the rush, the continued to deeply kiss, their lips softening against one another as their breathing calmed, until finally, they parted.

Breathing heavily against one another, their foreheads rested together for a moment, eyes closed as if they were afraid to look at one another. Almost at the same time, they dipped their heads up and eyelids slowly peeled back to reveal green and brown still dark with lust. Once their eyes locked, there was a moment of calm study, before it finally hit them both. Whether they were in shock or denial, it didn't matter. Neither said anything, and trained masks of control were up as Max uncurled her legs from Alec's waist. He eased her to her own feet, but stayed where he was as he fixed the front of his pants, zipping himself up before he finally stepped out of her personal space. Once again, their eyes met and they flitted around the other's gaze, both trying to penetrate passed the guarded walls set up before finally, they dropped each other's stare to glare at the floor or their own feet.

Oh God…what had they just done?!

AN: So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Want more? Let me know! Otherwise, I'll never know :D