Charade.
A Max/Alec character pairing story based on the TV series Dark Angel (Cameron/Eglee)
Disclaimer: I do not own any if "Dark Angel's" original characters and storylines. This author is in no way associated with the owners, writers and producers of the show.
Chapter Two (Told from Max's POV)
God! I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up. Everyday it gets harder and harder to convince myself why I'm doing this. It's my own fault right? I'm the chicken shit who can't tell Logan the truth. I told Alec it was because I had tried to tell Logan what I wanted but I couldn't get through to him. That's only part of the truth though. I mean how hard did I actually try? Keeping up this charade is just easier amidst all of the other problems I have to deal with everyday. I'm starting to believe that's not entirely the truth either. Maybe there's a part of me that doesn't want to give it up, this closeness I feel with Alec. Being able to touch someone and have them touch me back.
I briefly glance across the room checking to see if Logan is still there. Yup! Crap, why is staying so long? Can't he talk to Dix later? My attention is immediately brought back to the dark corner of the room where I'm resting rather comfortably on Alec's lap. His lips are trailing open mouth kisses from my shoulder to my neck making their way once again to my waiting mouth. I can feel his tongue caressing mine and I melt into his arms, forgetting for a second that anyone else is even in the room.
I used to think women exagerated Alec's "skills". That he somehow found a way to charm them into thinking he was better than he was. I know different now. It's not just that he knows exactly where to touch and kiss, it's the passion he infuses into his every action. the look in his eyes that tells you he's rather be here with you than anywhere else at that moment. Of course it doesn't hurt that he's hot either.
He sucking on my ear lobe now while his fingers seek out my barcode. God I love it when he does that. Focus Max! Remember Logan. You need to check and see if he's gone again. I force myself to tense as I look across the room once again. Logan's not there. Dix is now watching the movie and I wonder how long it's been since they finished their conversation.
"I think he's gone", I say quietly not wanting to arouse suspicion amongst the others in the room. With transgenic hearing you never know who's listening. I stare at Alec's warm hazel eyes. I'm sitting in his lap groping him in a crowded public place and I suddenly feel the need to explain myself.
"Sorry for jumping you without warning. I didn't know he was going to be here." Alec just continues staring at me. Why hasn't he said anything? Usually I can't get him to shut up! The quiet unnerves me so I finally raise my voice at him in annoyance.
"Alec! Did you hear me?" I quesiton. He must not have because why else would he be so quiet?
"Uh yeah", he says. He's lying I can tell and he won't stop looking at me in a way that I'm not all that comfortable with so I do the only thing I know how to, I run.
"Whatever, I'm gonna head home to bed. I'll see you in the morning". I turn quickly to break from his stare and head out the door for some much needed fresh air. Well if you can call polluted toxins fresh?
I practically blur towards our apartment. Can you believe it? OUR apartment, mine and Alec's, Alec's and mine. Since everyone thinks we really are together, Luke didn't think we'd mind sharing a living space. To my surprise, I wasn't all that put out by the idea. I mean space WAS limited and what kind of leaders would we be if we didn't do all we can for the good of TC. Making Alec my SIC was a no brainer. Even Logan didn't protest. I mean when you look beyond all that smart aleckyness, Alec's a soldier through and through. One of Manticore's best even though Manticore didn't get the best of him. I feel myself swell with pride at that thought. Not that I'd ever tell Alec that. His ego is big enough already.
Why couldn't things have stayed simple? I blame it on him of course. About a month age he went and got shot...again! It was supposed to be a simple supply run, in and out. But White and his familiars as always had to complicate things. I can still see the gun raised to my face and then the blur of movement as the shots were fired. Alec had to go play the hero and save the girl eventhough "hey kick ass transgenic female who can take care of herself thank you very much". Still I guess a part of me was grateful to him. But mostly I was pissed because the thing I remember the most about that night was all the blood. Alec's blood.
I had no choice but to stay with him all night. I guess someone else could have helped but I didn't want them to. It's not like I need to sleep anyway. Watching over him I realized how much I actually cared whether he was around or not. Not just because he was helping with TC and the whole "pretend boyfriend" thing but because I couldn't imagine my life without him in it. That's when everything changed.
As I entered my bedroom, I changed into my pajamas and collasped onto the bed. There was only one. Alec slept on the couch though I don't know how. The damn thing was so uncomfortable. I offered to share the bedroom with him but you'd think I'd scalded him they way he adamantly refused, claiming lamely that he was a bed hog. I remember chastizing myself for being insulted by his reaction. I mean it's not like I wanted to sleep with him!
God I was tired. Too much thinking lately. I wonder what time Alec will be home. Closing my eyes, I fall asleep thinking of just that.
I'm not sure how long I'd been sleeping but it couldn't have been long. I awoke to the sound of heavy breathing coming from the living room. Nightmares often plagued us trannies given our pasts, so I get up from bed to check on Alec who is presumably sleeping on the couch.
What I see as I enter the living room area stops me dead in my tracks. Alec's eyes are indeed closed and his chest is bare, revealing a perfect set of six pack abs but that's not what has me staring at him in shock. Nope! Alec is NOT sleeping, his right hand is covered by a blanket but it's obvious from the movement what he's doing. He doesn't sense me watching him either. I guess his mind is on other things at the moment. I should leave, I really should but I keep wondering what he's thinking about right then. I'm mesmerized by the motion of his hand and the rapturous look on his beautiful face. Just when I think I can find the strength to break my stare, he stops moving to lick the palm of his hand, only to return it quickly to the task at hand. Holy Freaking Blue Lady that's hot. The look on his face is pure contentment and I suddenly can't take my eyes off of him. I find myself imagining if my actions could bring him that kind of pleasure. Just then he gasps and it's over.
But before I can get over myself and walk away, I feel him tense and I know he senses me there.
"Alec." I hear myself say his name aloud. He immediately opens his eyes and looks at me. I try to hide my embarassment of standing there watching him by yawning and pretending that I just woke up.
The look on his face is one of panic as we continue to stare awkwardly at each other. Both us searching for something to say.
End Chapter Two.