Disclaimer: I do so own them - but unfortunately only in my fevered
little imagination.
The narrow beam stretched out endlessly before Biggs and he sighed as he began to negotiate it. Not that there was any worry that he would fall - feline DNA and all - but the bickering behind him did was threatening his concentration. Plus after an hour of listening to the other two X-5s flirt with each other under the guise of hostility, he was really really sick of it.
"Come ON Alec, will you just go!"
"Uh-uh Maxie, not until you admit the only reason you want me to go first
is so you can stare at my ass. Not that I'm blaming you of course. As views go, it can't be beaten."
Max clenched her teeth and hissed "Or maybe the reason I want you to go first is so I can push you off and watch you plunge to your death. Ever think of that, pretty boy?"
Alec made a sour expression and began to follow Biggs across. *Well, what were exactly were you expecting* he thought to himself. *I mean, even if she had actually turned around and said "yes Alec, you're right, all I want to do, every hour, every minute of the day, is stare at your ass and other fine attributes. Take me now, to hell with Logan and his stupid Eyes Only missions" you probably would have fallen off the beam to your death from pure shock anyway. But what a way to go*.
Max shook her head in exasperation as she watched the two X5s in front of her reach the other side. It was just her luck that this particular mission required not one, not two but three people to carry it out which meant listening to Biggs and Alec reminisce about their adventures on Manticore missions. A surprising amount of which seemed to have been spent in bars, strip clubs, and brothels. And if she heard the name Lola one more time, she was going too punch someone out. Maybe two people. Starting with Alec of course. What exactly was so great about being able to tie cherry cores in knots with your tongue, anyway? She could probably do it if she tried. Max experimented with rolling her tongue and found out to her dismay that Manticore obviously hadn't considered tongue rolling a vital part of an enhanced genetic makeup. *Figures*.
"Earth to Maxie, Earth to Maxie, planning on joining us anytime soon here?" Alec taunted. Max deliberately blocked out the rest of his comments - which no doubt had something to do with her being lost in admiration of his ass - as she made her way over the other two.
"Alright, here's the deal" she began to lecture as she reached the other side. "Logan thinks that the owner of this club is a high-up Mafia figure whose been funding the electoral campaign of the current contender for Mayor. If his campaign is successful, the Mob gets a lot more power in this city."
"The thought of which makes Logan sob and bite his pillow in righteous outrage at night, we already know this Max" Alec interrupted. "Lets just do this, ok? Me and Biggs have got a LOT of better things to be doing, if you know what I mean".
Max snorted in a very unfeminine way as she began to unpack the cables that would lower her to the office floor below them.
"We have better things to be doing?" Biggs enquired under his breath to Alec.
"Sure we do, I promised Dix we'd round up some more electronic gizmos for TC's new surveillance system, Josh is out of paint, Mole wants cigars."
"Oh yes, better things indeed. Fun times ahead for me I can see. I'm beginning to think that you actually had more of a relaxation ethic whenever you were 494, Alec".
"Whatever. We'll hit a strip club I know tomorrow night. Its worth the wait, trust me"
"Unless of course, Max needs you to help her free a few widows and orphans on Eyes only behalf".
Alec directed him an unfriendly look, and enquired pointedly "Don't you have something you're supposed to be doing roundabout now?"
Biggs took the hint and went off to scout round for the armed guards that distinguished this place from an ordinary nightclub. Max and Alec went about obtaining the papers from the safe in the office below that would connect the mob boss to the Mayor and give Eyes Only another opportunity to bat his baby blues in front of the city.
Once on the ground outside the club, the three transgenics waited with their backs to the wall for the guard to change shifts before they swiftly made their getaway.
They had been walking for only a few minutes down the darkened street when Alec bored with the silence began to needle Max again:
"Hey Biggs, interesting factoid. Did you know Max and Logan had a whole virus-free year in which to have sex yet somehow managed to avoid closing the deal? Speaks of a lack of enthusiasm, don't you think?".
Max narrowed her eyes and came back with: "Hey Biggs, did you know Normal has this fantasy where Alec is a gladiator and the two of them are massaging each other".
Biggs' eyes widened at this as he turned to face his former CO.
Alec snapped "You're such a liar, Max - you know in that dream he's the only one doing the massaging.". He stopped as that statement sounded like all kinds of wrong even to him. "Anyway" he continued pointedly. "I know what you're thinking Biggs, its hard to believe two people with such unexploited potential for kinkiness managed to avoid doin' the nasty for a whole year. I mean there's Max with the whole dominatrix leather thing shes got going on, not to mention Logan and his whole superhero complex."
His words were cut off by a swift blow to his stomach delivered by the aforementioned leather-clad-as-usual dominatrix. Clutching his middle, Alex thought *A more cautious man would abandon this subject while hes still standing..Oh well. Whats life without risk?*
He continued "And actually, come to think of it, Max, how do you know this whole latex fetish thing hes been displaying recently didn't actually predate the virus. I bet if you checked his cupboards, you'd find boxes and boxes of rubber gloves - and possibly other latex items - that hes been stockpiling since the pulse. Gives a whole new meaning to his catchphrase 'Be careful' if you ask me."
That was it. Biggs just couldn't take it anymore. "Will you two just SHUT UP. Two hours I've wasted of my life listening to this crap". "You" he rounded on Alec with his finger pointed. "Are obviously so hot for her you can't think straight. Who do you think you're fooling here?" "And YOU!!" he bellowed, moving onto Max who had been following his outburst with fascination, and who now jumped as she realised it was her turn. "Are even worse. I mean, Logan? Will you just get over it? I've never seen you get a tenth of worked up about him as you do about Alec. Torture yourselves if you must with your sick twisted version of foreplay, I'm NOT GOING TO PUT UP WITH IT ANY LONGER".
Max and Alec stared after him as he stormed down the street with their mouths and eyes open. "I don't't believe it," Alec accused. "Your whining has actually managed to piss Biggs off. Nobody has ever been able to get him to lose his temper for as long as I can remember. Congratulations Maxie. Job well done".
"I???? managed to piss him off!!!!" Max yelled incredulously. "Theres no chance it could have been your nonstop prattle, could it? Look at my ass, its so fine, yap yap yap yap" she imitated in a falsetto tone.
An outraged Alec yelled back "I DO NOT sound like that. I have a way more masculine voice than that".
"Whatever".
An awkward silence fell as the impact of Biggs' words began to register. The two transgenics looked anywhere but at each other as they started after their pissed-off friend already far in the distance. Max's heart beat faster as she wondered if she should bring up what had been said - it was so obviously ridiculous, wasn't it. Her and Alec hot for each other. Cue internal hollow laughter. She swallowed and snuck a glance sideways only to jerk away as if burned when she caught him doing the same.
Alec cleared his throat as if to speak. Was this it? Was this the moment where they revealed their feelings for each other after nearly a year of all-consuming suffocating unresolved sexual tension before engaging in a unforgettable physical encounter that would be repeated many many times? Alec took a deep breath and .chickened out. Instead, he muttered."Whats his problem anyway?"
Max tossed her head and replied "I know, what a drama queen, huh?".
The narrow beam stretched out endlessly before Biggs and he sighed as he began to negotiate it. Not that there was any worry that he would fall - feline DNA and all - but the bickering behind him did was threatening his concentration. Plus after an hour of listening to the other two X-5s flirt with each other under the guise of hostility, he was really really sick of it.
"Come ON Alec, will you just go!"
"Uh-uh Maxie, not until you admit the only reason you want me to go first
is so you can stare at my ass. Not that I'm blaming you of course. As views go, it can't be beaten."
Max clenched her teeth and hissed "Or maybe the reason I want you to go first is so I can push you off and watch you plunge to your death. Ever think of that, pretty boy?"
Alec made a sour expression and began to follow Biggs across. *Well, what were exactly were you expecting* he thought to himself. *I mean, even if she had actually turned around and said "yes Alec, you're right, all I want to do, every hour, every minute of the day, is stare at your ass and other fine attributes. Take me now, to hell with Logan and his stupid Eyes Only missions" you probably would have fallen off the beam to your death from pure shock anyway. But what a way to go*.
Max shook her head in exasperation as she watched the two X5s in front of her reach the other side. It was just her luck that this particular mission required not one, not two but three people to carry it out which meant listening to Biggs and Alec reminisce about their adventures on Manticore missions. A surprising amount of which seemed to have been spent in bars, strip clubs, and brothels. And if she heard the name Lola one more time, she was going too punch someone out. Maybe two people. Starting with Alec of course. What exactly was so great about being able to tie cherry cores in knots with your tongue, anyway? She could probably do it if she tried. Max experimented with rolling her tongue and found out to her dismay that Manticore obviously hadn't considered tongue rolling a vital part of an enhanced genetic makeup. *Figures*.
"Earth to Maxie, Earth to Maxie, planning on joining us anytime soon here?" Alec taunted. Max deliberately blocked out the rest of his comments - which no doubt had something to do with her being lost in admiration of his ass - as she made her way over the other two.
"Alright, here's the deal" she began to lecture as she reached the other side. "Logan thinks that the owner of this club is a high-up Mafia figure whose been funding the electoral campaign of the current contender for Mayor. If his campaign is successful, the Mob gets a lot more power in this city."
"The thought of which makes Logan sob and bite his pillow in righteous outrage at night, we already know this Max" Alec interrupted. "Lets just do this, ok? Me and Biggs have got a LOT of better things to be doing, if you know what I mean".
Max snorted in a very unfeminine way as she began to unpack the cables that would lower her to the office floor below them.
"We have better things to be doing?" Biggs enquired under his breath to Alec.
"Sure we do, I promised Dix we'd round up some more electronic gizmos for TC's new surveillance system, Josh is out of paint, Mole wants cigars."
"Oh yes, better things indeed. Fun times ahead for me I can see. I'm beginning to think that you actually had more of a relaxation ethic whenever you were 494, Alec".
"Whatever. We'll hit a strip club I know tomorrow night. Its worth the wait, trust me"
"Unless of course, Max needs you to help her free a few widows and orphans on Eyes only behalf".
Alec directed him an unfriendly look, and enquired pointedly "Don't you have something you're supposed to be doing roundabout now?"
Biggs took the hint and went off to scout round for the armed guards that distinguished this place from an ordinary nightclub. Max and Alec went about obtaining the papers from the safe in the office below that would connect the mob boss to the Mayor and give Eyes Only another opportunity to bat his baby blues in front of the city.
Once on the ground outside the club, the three transgenics waited with their backs to the wall for the guard to change shifts before they swiftly made their getaway.
They had been walking for only a few minutes down the darkened street when Alec bored with the silence began to needle Max again:
"Hey Biggs, interesting factoid. Did you know Max and Logan had a whole virus-free year in which to have sex yet somehow managed to avoid closing the deal? Speaks of a lack of enthusiasm, don't you think?".
Max narrowed her eyes and came back with: "Hey Biggs, did you know Normal has this fantasy where Alec is a gladiator and the two of them are massaging each other".
Biggs' eyes widened at this as he turned to face his former CO.
Alec snapped "You're such a liar, Max - you know in that dream he's the only one doing the massaging.". He stopped as that statement sounded like all kinds of wrong even to him. "Anyway" he continued pointedly. "I know what you're thinking Biggs, its hard to believe two people with such unexploited potential for kinkiness managed to avoid doin' the nasty for a whole year. I mean there's Max with the whole dominatrix leather thing shes got going on, not to mention Logan and his whole superhero complex."
His words were cut off by a swift blow to his stomach delivered by the aforementioned leather-clad-as-usual dominatrix. Clutching his middle, Alex thought *A more cautious man would abandon this subject while hes still standing..Oh well. Whats life without risk?*
He continued "And actually, come to think of it, Max, how do you know this whole latex fetish thing hes been displaying recently didn't actually predate the virus. I bet if you checked his cupboards, you'd find boxes and boxes of rubber gloves - and possibly other latex items - that hes been stockpiling since the pulse. Gives a whole new meaning to his catchphrase 'Be careful' if you ask me."
That was it. Biggs just couldn't take it anymore. "Will you two just SHUT UP. Two hours I've wasted of my life listening to this crap". "You" he rounded on Alec with his finger pointed. "Are obviously so hot for her you can't think straight. Who do you think you're fooling here?" "And YOU!!" he bellowed, moving onto Max who had been following his outburst with fascination, and who now jumped as she realised it was her turn. "Are even worse. I mean, Logan? Will you just get over it? I've never seen you get a tenth of worked up about him as you do about Alec. Torture yourselves if you must with your sick twisted version of foreplay, I'm NOT GOING TO PUT UP WITH IT ANY LONGER".
Max and Alec stared after him as he stormed down the street with their mouths and eyes open. "I don't't believe it," Alec accused. "Your whining has actually managed to piss Biggs off. Nobody has ever been able to get him to lose his temper for as long as I can remember. Congratulations Maxie. Job well done".
"I???? managed to piss him off!!!!" Max yelled incredulously. "Theres no chance it could have been your nonstop prattle, could it? Look at my ass, its so fine, yap yap yap yap" she imitated in a falsetto tone.
An outraged Alec yelled back "I DO NOT sound like that. I have a way more masculine voice than that".
"Whatever".
An awkward silence fell as the impact of Biggs' words began to register. The two transgenics looked anywhere but at each other as they started after their pissed-off friend already far in the distance. Max's heart beat faster as she wondered if she should bring up what had been said - it was so obviously ridiculous, wasn't it. Her and Alec hot for each other. Cue internal hollow laughter. She swallowed and snuck a glance sideways only to jerk away as if burned when she caught him doing the same.
Alec cleared his throat as if to speak. Was this it? Was this the moment where they revealed their feelings for each other after nearly a year of all-consuming suffocating unresolved sexual tension before engaging in a unforgettable physical encounter that would be repeated many many times? Alec took a deep breath and .chickened out. Instead, he muttered."Whats his problem anyway?"
Max tossed her head and replied "I know, what a drama queen, huh?".