Title: What Goes Up Must Come Down
Summary: Transgenic DNA is better, stronger and stranger. Alec's pretty sure he knows what's going on, it's happened once before. But this time he doesn't have the luxury of being isolated in PsyOps-I seriously just used the words 'luxury' and 'PsyOps' in the same sentence, my B.-and nearly mauls a girl in the bathroom of Crash.
So what's a genetically empowered, hormone flooded, inhibition impaired X5 to do to pass the time while his testosterone levels normalize? And who is going to stick around to make sure his delicate state doesn't get him into any trouble? I'll give you one guess.
Rating: Splash Zone
AN: I'm pretty new to the Dark Angel fandom. I watched both seasons about a month ago and have been non-stop inhaling fic from you guys since. Here's my first attempt to give back.
CHAPTER ONE | Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires
Alec's fingers danced against his scotch glass, while his gaze, even more restless, surveyed the talent. He played the past week in reverse and smirked as he fanned through a succession of arousing imagery; his dick twitched reflexively. Lack of sex was definitely not the cause of his antsiness. In fact, he was already up 66% on his weekly hookup average and it was only Thursday. He should be cruising, satisfied enough to relax and enjoy the company of his friends, but instead he was wound up and throwing back more Scotch than an alcoholic cartoon character.
It was early still, Sketchy wasn't even there yet. He scoured Crash, seeking out anything remotely appetizing. Perhaps he had time for a quickie before settling in with the crew, the tightness in his jeans quietly demanded it.
He caught the eye of a pretty blonde. Very pretty. She seemed somewhat timid and he automatically trained his grin to be warm and unassuming. She blushed back at him before turning away. There wasn't a game he didn't know how to play.
He took measure of her date. It wasn't his M.O. to partake of the taken, he wasn't one to chase, at least not for cheap sex, but tonight he was riding an undercurrent of masculine aggression and he needed an outlet. To fuck or fuck-up was the theme of the evening.
Alec watched their body language. He noted as her date swiftly ordered the blonde's drink for her, deducing that it either wasn't their first date or this guy was an "alpha"-fronting douche. He had already determined that they weren't an official couple, both were far too groomed and polite for even a newly worn-in relationship.
Alec would bet $100 bucks that they were on their third date. He turned back to face the bar, chuckling to himself at the realization that he was about to shit all over this guy's plans to get laid tonight. He wrinkled his nose in disdain at the thought of weathering three separate dates just to sleep with a girl. It was pretty apparent to Alec that the guy wasn't looking for anything serious and he found it endlessly mind boggling that so many girls failed to see through that kind of facade.
In contrast Alec liked to keep things simple, it's why the whole blow up with Little Suki and Marina had taken him by surprise. Pulling one's coworker into the alley next to their place of employment for an unsolicited blow job was appreciated on Alec's part but by no means a non-verbal agreement to form an exclusive relationship, nor for that matter was pulling a coworker's hand between one's legs and allowing them to finger you to completion beneath the table of the darkest booth at Crash.
No, Alec had taken those incidents as open invitations for guilt-free and periodically semi-public sex. Their friendship status did nothing more than tease his mind with the word 'threesome,' and he felt pretty confident that if anyone had learned a lesson during that fiasco, it was Marina and Little Suki.
The barkeep made his way over and loudly plopped down the opened bottle of scotch Alec had been making his way through. "Let's just make my job easier." He grumbled before returning to the far side of the bar where he had been making clumsy moves on a weak "five" for the past half-hour.
Alec poured himself another round, without skipping a beat and shot a look over his shoulder at the blonde. He held back a smirk, having caught her looking his way and nonchalantly pivoted, leaning against the bar with his hip and opening his posture towards her so that he could keep her in his field of vision.
After a few minutes luck made a welcome appearance and her date left to take a phone call. Alec shook his head in deference to the guys poor timing and made his move.
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The whole seduction was a blur, which was unusual for someone of precise and deliberate action. He didn't lose too much thought over it, however, he was too busy congratulating himself on a record breaking reel and a poach at that. It would have been more satisfying had there been opportunity for a physical altercation with her date, a decisive display of dominance, but the abnormally subdued rational side of him had the sense to be grateful for that.
Alec laved his tongue in her warm mouth, devouring the soft moan his expert-level technique elicited from her. His fingers caressed down to the small of her back where he pulled her flush against him. He wasn't surprised when she tensed at the feel of his erection. Alec didn't have to be fully hard to be substantial, not when he was the winner of a rigged genetic lottery.
He didn't wait for the tension in her body to disperse before he hoisted her up onto the freestanding bathroom sink, pushed her legs apart and thrust himself against the alluring space between her thighs.
The blonde, or Heide as she had introduced herself, let out a muffled gasp against his lips and Alec choked back his own vocalization as the delicious friction kept him grinding into her.
He pulled his head back and stole a moment to look down at where her pleated skirt had flipped up and he got even harder as he watched the ridge of his jean-clad erection rub against the center of her pink cotton boy-shorts. The irrefutable signs of her arousal, indicated by the growing patch of darker pink, filled him with lust-filled fascination and this time he failed to hold back his groan.
His hands fanned around and ran up her sides, pausing to outline the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs. Shifting his grip, he ran his thumbs up the generous slopes to tease circles around her nipples. He didn't need to touch them to know they were hard and even if they weren't visibly protruding from the smooth surface of her top like Mount Everest peaking over a cloud filled sky, how could they not be?
Heide's hands moved frantically from his shoulders to the nape of his neck. She threaded her fingers through the soft hair there and pulled his lips back to hers. She briefly shuddered into his mouth as she thrust her tongue in and thrashed it about with little finesse and lots of passion.
Alec's blood was starting to boil as he reached up and hooked his middle fingers under the straps of her tank. He ignored her grunt of protest as he pulled his head back once again to track the descent of fabric as he dragged the spaghetti-thin straps down her shoulders.
His eyebrows jumped when her bare breasts bounced into view; he wasn't expecting her top to have a built in bra. They were round and generous for her slight frame. Her dainty pink nipples were as sharp as dagger against her smooth skin. Alec blurred forward at full speed to explore the contrast of solid and supple with his tongue.
A jarring crack interrupted his oral study and he looked up to find Heide wide eyed with shock. She was holding the back of her head with her hand. Alec straightened up and noticed the webbed crack where Heide's head had struck the mirror. The tears of pain filling her lower lids sufficiently doused his libido.
"Woah, I'm so sorry." He muttered stupidly with arms raised, and pulled himself away from her.
He glanced back at Heide's exposed breasts and felt the warm rush of his libido begin to overtake him again. His eyes snapped back to meet her gaze and he immediately found the resolve he needed to reach out and pull her tank back up.
Alec swallowed a wild groan as they both witnessed the edge of the tank top catch against her erect nipples. He wanted so badly to ask her if it felt good, to gently drag the fabric laterally against her pointed flesh until he found out whether that contact alone could get her to sigh, but instead he continued to pull until her solid peaks surrendered and disappeared beneath the fabric.
His mind raced with alarm. Manticore soldiers did not lose control over a pair of tits, regardless of quality. This he knew with a certainty that nullified any doubt, something was going on.
After a quick inventory of his symptoms, (extreme increase in sex drive and aggression, heightened senses, irritability, decreased inhibitions…) voided all but a handful of possibilities.
Even in the field of transgenic medicine hoof-beats usually indicated horses, not zebras. And if that was the case, Alec knew what was going on.
It happened once before.
AN: All feedback, even the ugly-I desperately want to be a better writer!-is super welcome! I don't normally fish for reviews (not that I'm that prolific of a writer) but I DO want to finish this guy. Especially since I already have a solid 29 pages written. It seems like reviews help to keep others motivated here on so I'm going to set aside my pride and just-PLEASE REVIEW ME. PLEASE!-um...yeah, beg.
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