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*Between Love and Hate*
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Spoilers: This is the fifth story in my series – if you haven't read any of my work before, you'd be best off going back to read and understand. The first story was Shattered Trusts and Whispered Confessions. The second is Remembering to Forget, the third is Events That Lead To Greatness. The most recent is the fourth story called the Longest Day (which was basically just a wrap up of some confusing things I had to sort out from previous works). This series is set after Hello Goodbye but does reveal spoilers from the rest of the season, as I incorporate it into the story.
Disclaimer: Ideas are mine based on the brilliant work of the Dark Angel team – so don't sue me! I wish I owned Alec, but I don't. So I have to settle for writing fiction about him.
Authors Note: Just a general shout out thanks to all the great readers who have been reviewing my work and totally keeping me motivated. If it weren't for you guys I wouldn't be writing this stuff. I am trying out a new style of writing in this one; let me know what you guys think.
Have fun and remember to review!
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WARNING:
There is a sex scene here – although not graphic, I just thought I should warn those of you who don't like that sorta stuff. This is the chapter, which made my story R rated, but through lack of reviews, I went back and changed a few things so it should be PG13 now. Enjoy!
CHAPTER FIVESeattle; Terminal City; July 4th 2023
2000 hours
Mole nodded at Alec as they stood side by side checking off the deliveries of supplies they had received that day,
"That's everything huh."
"Yep. That's it..."
They both watched silently as Max rushed past, her head down so as not to catch Alec's eye.
"What's up her ass?"
"She's been ignoring me."
"Whys that?"
"You don't want to know Mole."
"Try me."
"Not a word?"
"Honest to God. Okay, fine on my life."
"I wouldn't take her up on an offer."
"Well why would that... oh!"
Mole chuckled slightly and Alec frowned, turning to him,
"Thanks."
"Hey, hey – don't get angry at me. I don't blame you."
"Drop it."
"It's dropped. Discretion, remember!"
"Think you can handle distribution and stocking?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks. I've got some home renovation to do."
Alec sauntered off towards his TC apartment, walking slowly, wincing at the familiar pain shooting through his legs – he still wasn't completely healed.
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2100 hours
Alec removed the glass finishing from his repaired wall, smiling satisfactorily. Now he could at least sleep here with a less likely chance that the place would collapse on his head. He backed away from the new wall, falling back to sit on his bed. He was so tired, sleep couldn't hurt that much...
His eyes snapped open as Max stormed into his apartment in her usual bad mood,
"What the hell were you thinking Alec?"
"Care to explain what it is this time Max? And wow, you're talking to me – should I feel privileged or what?"
"Why would you tell Mole our situation?"
"What makes you think I did?"
"Because he told me I'd have to be dreaming to ever win you back!"
*Mother... oh I am going to kill that giant lizard!*
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Alec..."
"Okay fine, I gave him an implication of what was happening. I had to explain why the two highest ranking transgenics in the city weren't talking – as the third ranked, he had a right to know."
He stood to calm her down, but she was far-gone, racing over to him and socking him viciously in the mouth,
"How dare you!"
"Max, don't hit me."
She punched him again, his shoulder making a loud popping sound once upon connection and again when he rolled it forward.
"We can't fight in here, remember what happened last time? I don't feel like being paralysed again!"
Her fist came flying at him, grabbing onto his shirt and ripping it in half,
"I hate you!"
"Don't..."
Max kicked him in the groin and he doubled over in pain,
*Why must she always fight dirty!*
"You're constantly wrecking my life!"
She moved to hit him again and he made his body upright, fingers wrapping around her extended hand. His voice coming out in a scary growl,
"Don't. Ever. Hit. Me."
Max swallowed hard, her anger momentarily put on hold as she registered the unhuman look in his eyes. Slowly, she pulled back her hand and Alec did the same, his eyes never leaving hers.
"What are you doing here Max?"
"I came to ask you why."
He threw the remnants of his shirt onto the couch, green eyes staring into brown,
"I liked that shirt. And I already explained why."
"Not that."
"Then what Max? Why are you here?"
Her gaze fell to his bare chest, and she inhaled deeply,
"Why don't you want me?"
Alec's face dropped in a concerned expression and she turned away, embarrassed. He reached out, his hand grasping her shoulder,
"It wasn't about that Maxie."
*Don't go there Max, you told him all you wanted was sex. Don't let your emotions get involved here or he'll win.*
"Then what was it about? Am I so grotesque that you couldn't touch me, let me touch you? So bad in bed that you couldn't ever do that again? You used to screw anything with legs, why wouldn't you at least do it with me one last time?"
"That's all its ever about with you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"If you don't know, then it doesn't matter."
What the hell was he supposed to do in a situation like this? As her eyes looked like they were about to fill up with tears, he did the first thing that came naturally to him, pulling her into him in a strong comforting hug. Max placed her hands tentatively on his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his protective body tight against hers, her eyes seeking his as she looked up at him,
"Alec..."
As his eyes fell to hers, she lost all traces of rational thought, pushing up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips softly against him, experimentally as she tested his reaction. When he didn't respond to her kiss, but retracted his hands, she pushed onto him firmer, her tongue seeking passage into his mouth. Max ground her hips against him, and finally he pulled her tighter to him, his tongue also making its way into her mouth, his hands cupping her ass.
She was lost in him, for the first time in the longest time, happy. Oblivious to everything telling her to stop – it felt so right. Oblivious to the fact that the same thoughts were running through his head too.
The two fell onto the bed, an erotic entwinement of limbs and body, of tongues and lips. Everything about it was wrong - they both knew that. But as they tore off each other's clothes in the heated passion, it was all gone, all reason, all explanations, anything remotely rational. They were together now and that was all that mattered.
Alec groaned as Max suckled her way down his body, bucking his hips up slightly as she made her way home. His head fell back some time later as he uttered a cry, pulling her up to his mouth and devouring her. She made her way to his neck, sucking at it, biting down and drawing blood. Alec growled, rolling them over so that he was on top and she chuckled seductively, pulling herself against him and rubbing her body against his,
"I want you inside me now. I want you to fuck me."
If there were a time to turn back, it was then. But he couldn't, there was no way. Their eyes met briefly and he looked away, slowly going insane as her mouth made its way to his ear, his neck, his barcode. How could he not? There was no way he could even properly weigh up the options. As her hand stroked him lustfully, he was set.
*She asked for it. I could have her, just one night. That was all she wanted right? Not a marriage proposal. One night and it makes her happy – even if it kills me, tomorrow we act like nothing happened.*
As he plunged into her with alarmingly pleasurable force, she cried out his name and he stilled himself, all body hairs standing on end. Max pulled his mouth to hers again and he continued. He gave her what she had so desperately sought that night on the Needle. What she had said he was only good for. And maybe he was.
They rode out the first wave of passion together, and as he
called her name, she moaned loudly, it was perfection. The rhythmic dance
stopped and he finally met her intense stare, losing himself into her. Alec
pulled her closer than he thought possible, their bodies still entwined. Max
grinned as he started again, his mouth hot against hers.
She was his.
Even if it was just for tonight.
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To be continued...
I hope those who have read my other stories are liking this one too, I am just trying to establish a setting for angst and therefore the environment Max tends to thrive in. Review and tell me what you think.