Deep in Alec's dream filled mind, he swore he felt something tickle his nose. There it was again! Involuntarily, he scrunched his nose. Then he felt something swipe along his cheek. He realized that that something was exploring his face.
His eyes opened to focus on Wil's face. Her exploration stopped. She had been caught. Alec just smiled softly at her.
Sheepishly, she smiled too. "I was right." He looked at her questioningly. She ran her fingers over the skin of his forehead down to his cheek. "Your skin does feel like velvet."
Reaching his head up, he kissed her sweetly pulling her closer to him. He arched an eyebrow and grinned. "Since we couldn't stay here and sleep last time, can we do it this time?"
She rolled her eyes. "For such a bad ass smart aleck, you sure do like to cuddle."
"Only when I have someone as good as you to cuddle with," he responded.
"Don't get me wrong, I loved the caring, gentle, lovemaking, but sometime soon we're going to have to try the wild, passionate, crazy sex. I want to see how good you really are," she smiled down at him.
His eyes widened. "I'm am shocked and appalled that you would say something like that to me," he feigned hurt. "I can't believe you would even suggest that I didn't give you my best." Alec did his best pout and sniffle for show.
Wil sighed. Snuggling closer to him, if it could be done, she rested her head on his bare, except for the rune, chest. "You're such a wuss."
He smirked. "Ah, but I'm your wuss."
"Lucky me," she said sarcastically.
"That's it." He tickled her ribs a bit.
She squirmed. "Don't you dare or I swear I'll-"
"You'll what?" He tickled her again and she wiggled away drawing the sheets around herself.
"Alec!" she screeched. "Come on, I'm naked!"
"It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before."
She squinted her eyes at him. "Alright, you asked for it." She attacked him with unrelenting fingers.
Fits of laughter overwhelmed Alec, but he somehow forced himself to retaliate. Soon, they became a mess of twisting bodies, sheets, and laughter. Two X5s having a tickle fight. Pitiful. What made it even worse was that they over-rolled and landed on the floor with a loud thud followed by a few grunts and then boisterous laughter.
They continued tickling until a high pitched ring brought them to reality. Both of their heads popped up from the side of the bed.
"It's my cell phone," Alec said as it rang again. Untangling himself from the sheets, he began searching the clothes strewn about the floor.
"Hey, put some pants on!" Wil laughed. She flung a pillow at him hitting him square in the naked ass.
"You like it," he replied, still looking for the phone. "Ah ha!" He pulled the phone out of his jean's pocket. "Gotcha!"
He pressed a button and held it up to his ear. "You rang?" He listened to the voice on the other end and his face brightened. "Max! How lovely it is to here from you!" He paused for what she had to say. "What am I doing?" Looking down at his nude glory, Alec smirked again. "Currently, I have no clothes on and I'm having a pleasant conversation with you, while noting that Wil is on the floor tangled in sheets also nude."
Wil chucked another pillow at him that walloped him in the head. He stuck his tongue out at Wil, then went back to his conversation.
He winced as Max yelled at him. "Hey, you asked." Alec listened carefully to Max and nodded. "We'll be there."
He hung up his phone and turned to Wil. "Max and Rift caught someone trying to sneak into Terminal City. She wants us in the control room now."
She glared at him. "Did you have to tell her that I was naked on the floor? Is it really necessary that she know we had sex?"
Alec smiled. "It's been a long time since anyone got any lovin' around here so I thought I'd share the news."
She rolled her eyes and they somehow fell onto his ... package. "Aw, Alec," she said sadly. "Don't worry, I understand it's cold in here."
"Ha ha, very funny," he snatched his boxers off the floor and slipped them on. "I don't need comments like that from you, missy. But if you don't like what I've got, I'm sure I can find someone else who does."
Her brow furrowed. "I didn't think you liked Rift like that."
Throwing his hands up in the air, Alec shook his head. "I give up. There's only so much abuse I can take."
Sheets wrapped securely around herself, Wil went to him. "Alec," she said with a pout. "I was just kidding."
He turned his nose up and faced his back towards her.
She slid her arms around his waist locking him in a hug. "You know I didn't mean it. Please don't be mad at me," she begged sweetly.
Swiftly, Manticore swiftness, he turned in her arms and brought her face to his in a chaste kiss.
Wil pulled back and grinned. "I win."
"If you say so." He reached behind himself to her hands. "We better get going. The last thing I need is a pissed off Max yelling at me." He pulled her hands apart and off of him.
With one hand on her hip, she sighed. "You think about Max way too much for my liking." She started to walk away from him in order to find her clothes.
"And what would you have me think about?"
She smiled sinfully over her shoulder at him. "This." Yanking the sheets from herself quickly, Alec only caught a glimpse of her before he got a face-full of sheets.
Hands and feet bound thoroughly to a metal chair, the intruder glared at his captors though the rest of his face remained neutral.
Rift looked around the crowded, bare room and shook his head. So many people for one clumsy trespasser. At the current moment, Max threatened the guy with bodily harm if he didn't tell her why he tried to get into Terminal City, while Alec hung back carefully watching the guy. Mole stood even farther back just waiting for the intruder to breathe wrong. And Wil silently observed just as Rift did.
"What are you doing here?" Max asked for the tenth time.
Still he said nothing.
"I think it's time to use more persuasive tactics," Mole stated patting his riffle. "Twenty questions obviously isn't working."
Max's eyes widened at a sudden realization. "He's a Familiar. One of White's cult loonies." She ripped the sleeve of his shirt far enough to expose the scarred flesh resembling two snakes winding around a line.
Alec gapped at Max. "Would you care to explain where the hell you pulled that out of?"
Max frowned. "I don't know, I just knew."
"Oh, because that makes lots of sense," he replied sarcastically.
Eyes boring into the stranger, Max spoke again. "He was sent here on reconnaissance only. Too bad he was too much of a moron to even get in undetected."
Everyone stared at Max. "Are you reading this off of something?" Alec asked bewildered. "Or did you recently pay a visit to the Freaky Familars Top Secret Website? How do you know that?"
"Because she's The One, you stupid transgenic idiot."
Their heads whipped to the trespasser. "And just exactly how do you know about that?" Max asked leaning in towards him.
He rolled his eyes. "Because that's what your forehead says. God, you would've thought they'd make a bunch of manufactured animals smarter."
"And what else do you know about me being the one?" Max asked sweetly.
He said nothing.
"Hmm? Nothing? I'm guessing that you know something considering that you yourself have a custom made tattoo on your forehead."
Nothing again.
She leaned in closer to him and brought her voice down low. "See my friend over there?" she indicated Mole. "Him and others a lot like him don't like intruders much, especially ones who are associated with a man out to kill us. Now, you can tell me what you know about the numbers and the prophecy or I can let Mole introduce to his pals and they'll find their own way to get you to talk, though you might not last long." She paused for dramatic flare. "What's it gonna be?"
The trespasser studied Mole and the lizard-man gave him a sneer distinctly snake like. Still, he said nothing.
"Still not gonna say anything? Alright." Max turned to Mole. "Hey, Mole. Why don't you take our friend here out to meet Swift, Blade and Thikit. I'm sure you can find some way that's not too bloody to make him talk."
Mole took a step foreword. "With pleasure."
"Alright fine," the man decided. "I'll tell you what I know." Pain may be a phantom of the mind but four pissed-off, bloodthirsty mutants weren't. "I'm probably going to end up dead anyway. No doubt you've seen the numbers on all your puppy-dog and kitty-cat friends." Max nodded. He looked to the number free Alec. "And I'm sure you've realized pretty boy over there is supposed to kill everyone according to their numbers." Again Max nodded. "Well you're wrong. Whoever's doing your translating obviously didn't read the prophecy right."
Confusion passed over Max's face. The other transgenics exchanged glances. "How'd he get it wrong?" Max demanded.
The man rolled his eyes. "It's a wonder you can wipe your own asses. Most of the runes have double meanings. Pretty boy is The Destroyer which also stands for The Leader. And the whole killing all the trangenics; he's not supposed to kill any transgenics."
"Well, who in the hell am I supposed to kill?" Alec asked.
The man sighed. "Hello! Did you miss the rune on my forehead that happens to be a three?"
"Alec's supposed to kill the Familiars not us!" Wil concluded.
The man glanced at her. "You must be the brains of this operation. And guess what else. If pretty-boy is supposed to kill my kind and we have runes that stand for numbers, what else do you think we have?"
"A Destroyer, Lover and One," Max realized.
"Two out three ain't bad, doll face. We've got ourselves a Destroyer and a Lover, but no One."
"So what's all this ancient mumbo-jumbo supposed to mean?" Max asked.
He looked up at her. "What do you think?"
AN: Hehehe! I know, I'm so mean! It'll be a nice little cliffhanger until I get some reviews! I'm serious, I'm leaving it as is until I get a bunch of reviews. You'll never know what all of it's supposed to mean. You'll never know what happens with Alec. Hey, Wil might die, get maimed or just get a hair cut. Max might turn out to be a cross-dresser. But if you don't review, you'll never know!
His eyes opened to focus on Wil's face. Her exploration stopped. She had been caught. Alec just smiled softly at her.
Sheepishly, she smiled too. "I was right." He looked at her questioningly. She ran her fingers over the skin of his forehead down to his cheek. "Your skin does feel like velvet."
Reaching his head up, he kissed her sweetly pulling her closer to him. He arched an eyebrow and grinned. "Since we couldn't stay here and sleep last time, can we do it this time?"
She rolled her eyes. "For such a bad ass smart aleck, you sure do like to cuddle."
"Only when I have someone as good as you to cuddle with," he responded.
"Don't get me wrong, I loved the caring, gentle, lovemaking, but sometime soon we're going to have to try the wild, passionate, crazy sex. I want to see how good you really are," she smiled down at him.
His eyes widened. "I'm am shocked and appalled that you would say something like that to me," he feigned hurt. "I can't believe you would even suggest that I didn't give you my best." Alec did his best pout and sniffle for show.
Wil sighed. Snuggling closer to him, if it could be done, she rested her head on his bare, except for the rune, chest. "You're such a wuss."
He smirked. "Ah, but I'm your wuss."
"Lucky me," she said sarcastically.
"That's it." He tickled her ribs a bit.
She squirmed. "Don't you dare or I swear I'll-"
"You'll what?" He tickled her again and she wiggled away drawing the sheets around herself.
"Alec!" she screeched. "Come on, I'm naked!"
"It's not like it's anything I haven't seen before."
She squinted her eyes at him. "Alright, you asked for it." She attacked him with unrelenting fingers.
Fits of laughter overwhelmed Alec, but he somehow forced himself to retaliate. Soon, they became a mess of twisting bodies, sheets, and laughter. Two X5s having a tickle fight. Pitiful. What made it even worse was that they over-rolled and landed on the floor with a loud thud followed by a few grunts and then boisterous laughter.
They continued tickling until a high pitched ring brought them to reality. Both of their heads popped up from the side of the bed.
"It's my cell phone," Alec said as it rang again. Untangling himself from the sheets, he began searching the clothes strewn about the floor.
"Hey, put some pants on!" Wil laughed. She flung a pillow at him hitting him square in the naked ass.
"You like it," he replied, still looking for the phone. "Ah ha!" He pulled the phone out of his jean's pocket. "Gotcha!"
He pressed a button and held it up to his ear. "You rang?" He listened to the voice on the other end and his face brightened. "Max! How lovely it is to here from you!" He paused for what she had to say. "What am I doing?" Looking down at his nude glory, Alec smirked again. "Currently, I have no clothes on and I'm having a pleasant conversation with you, while noting that Wil is on the floor tangled in sheets also nude."
Wil chucked another pillow at him that walloped him in the head. He stuck his tongue out at Wil, then went back to his conversation.
He winced as Max yelled at him. "Hey, you asked." Alec listened carefully to Max and nodded. "We'll be there."
He hung up his phone and turned to Wil. "Max and Rift caught someone trying to sneak into Terminal City. She wants us in the control room now."
She glared at him. "Did you have to tell her that I was naked on the floor? Is it really necessary that she know we had sex?"
Alec smiled. "It's been a long time since anyone got any lovin' around here so I thought I'd share the news."
She rolled her eyes and they somehow fell onto his ... package. "Aw, Alec," she said sadly. "Don't worry, I understand it's cold in here."
"Ha ha, very funny," he snatched his boxers off the floor and slipped them on. "I don't need comments like that from you, missy. But if you don't like what I've got, I'm sure I can find someone else who does."
Her brow furrowed. "I didn't think you liked Rift like that."
Throwing his hands up in the air, Alec shook his head. "I give up. There's only so much abuse I can take."
Sheets wrapped securely around herself, Wil went to him. "Alec," she said with a pout. "I was just kidding."
He turned his nose up and faced his back towards her.
She slid her arms around his waist locking him in a hug. "You know I didn't mean it. Please don't be mad at me," she begged sweetly.
Swiftly, Manticore swiftness, he turned in her arms and brought her face to his in a chaste kiss.
Wil pulled back and grinned. "I win."
"If you say so." He reached behind himself to her hands. "We better get going. The last thing I need is a pissed off Max yelling at me." He pulled her hands apart and off of him.
With one hand on her hip, she sighed. "You think about Max way too much for my liking." She started to walk away from him in order to find her clothes.
"And what would you have me think about?"
She smiled sinfully over her shoulder at him. "This." Yanking the sheets from herself quickly, Alec only caught a glimpse of her before he got a face-full of sheets.
Hands and feet bound thoroughly to a metal chair, the intruder glared at his captors though the rest of his face remained neutral.
Rift looked around the crowded, bare room and shook his head. So many people for one clumsy trespasser. At the current moment, Max threatened the guy with bodily harm if he didn't tell her why he tried to get into Terminal City, while Alec hung back carefully watching the guy. Mole stood even farther back just waiting for the intruder to breathe wrong. And Wil silently observed just as Rift did.
"What are you doing here?" Max asked for the tenth time.
Still he said nothing.
"I think it's time to use more persuasive tactics," Mole stated patting his riffle. "Twenty questions obviously isn't working."
Max's eyes widened at a sudden realization. "He's a Familiar. One of White's cult loonies." She ripped the sleeve of his shirt far enough to expose the scarred flesh resembling two snakes winding around a line.
Alec gapped at Max. "Would you care to explain where the hell you pulled that out of?"
Max frowned. "I don't know, I just knew."
"Oh, because that makes lots of sense," he replied sarcastically.
Eyes boring into the stranger, Max spoke again. "He was sent here on reconnaissance only. Too bad he was too much of a moron to even get in undetected."
Everyone stared at Max. "Are you reading this off of something?" Alec asked bewildered. "Or did you recently pay a visit to the Freaky Familars Top Secret Website? How do you know that?"
"Because she's The One, you stupid transgenic idiot."
Their heads whipped to the trespasser. "And just exactly how do you know about that?" Max asked leaning in towards him.
He rolled his eyes. "Because that's what your forehead says. God, you would've thought they'd make a bunch of manufactured animals smarter."
"And what else do you know about me being the one?" Max asked sweetly.
He said nothing.
"Hmm? Nothing? I'm guessing that you know something considering that you yourself have a custom made tattoo on your forehead."
Nothing again.
She leaned in closer to him and brought her voice down low. "See my friend over there?" she indicated Mole. "Him and others a lot like him don't like intruders much, especially ones who are associated with a man out to kill us. Now, you can tell me what you know about the numbers and the prophecy or I can let Mole introduce to his pals and they'll find their own way to get you to talk, though you might not last long." She paused for dramatic flare. "What's it gonna be?"
The trespasser studied Mole and the lizard-man gave him a sneer distinctly snake like. Still, he said nothing.
"Still not gonna say anything? Alright." Max turned to Mole. "Hey, Mole. Why don't you take our friend here out to meet Swift, Blade and Thikit. I'm sure you can find some way that's not too bloody to make him talk."
Mole took a step foreword. "With pleasure."
"Alright fine," the man decided. "I'll tell you what I know." Pain may be a phantom of the mind but four pissed-off, bloodthirsty mutants weren't. "I'm probably going to end up dead anyway. No doubt you've seen the numbers on all your puppy-dog and kitty-cat friends." Max nodded. He looked to the number free Alec. "And I'm sure you've realized pretty boy over there is supposed to kill everyone according to their numbers." Again Max nodded. "Well you're wrong. Whoever's doing your translating obviously didn't read the prophecy right."
Confusion passed over Max's face. The other transgenics exchanged glances. "How'd he get it wrong?" Max demanded.
The man rolled his eyes. "It's a wonder you can wipe your own asses. Most of the runes have double meanings. Pretty boy is The Destroyer which also stands for The Leader. And the whole killing all the trangenics; he's not supposed to kill any transgenics."
"Well, who in the hell am I supposed to kill?" Alec asked.
The man sighed. "Hello! Did you miss the rune on my forehead that happens to be a three?"
"Alec's supposed to kill the Familiars not us!" Wil concluded.
The man glanced at her. "You must be the brains of this operation. And guess what else. If pretty-boy is supposed to kill my kind and we have runes that stand for numbers, what else do you think we have?"
"A Destroyer, Lover and One," Max realized.
"Two out three ain't bad, doll face. We've got ourselves a Destroyer and a Lover, but no One."
"So what's all this ancient mumbo-jumbo supposed to mean?" Max asked.
He looked up at her. "What do you think?"
AN: Hehehe! I know, I'm so mean! It'll be a nice little cliffhanger until I get some reviews! I'm serious, I'm leaving it as is until I get a bunch of reviews. You'll never know what all of it's supposed to mean. You'll never know what happens with Alec. Hey, Wil might die, get maimed or just get a hair cut. Max might turn out to be a cross-dresser. But if you don't review, you'll never know!