Title: Total Recall, Chapter 14 (RATED R)

Author: CSIphile/redwing

AN: Thank you for the reviews, I LOVE reading them, it makes me so happy to see them in my in box everyday. I know its 14 chapters later and it hard to be original 14 times, but it really doesn't matter to me if you say the same thing every time, at least I know someone is reading my drivel. Thank you.

AN2: Please note the rating change for JUST this chapter. I cant tell you why, you'll find out soon enough. Bwhahahaha.

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Chapter 14: Temperatures Rising

"Come on; just let me hurt him a little!" Mole asks.

"No! We need him alive if we are going to find them," Dix says, patiently. They'd been debating this for a solid 30 minutes.

"He isn't saying anything, Dix. All he confirmed is he's the one that told. I won't kill him….promise. I know we need him to tell us where they are."

The smaller one regards his larger transhuman brethren and sighs. "Mole…If you kill him I swear to God."

"I'll get it out of him. I promise."

Mole jumps from his seat and heads into the basement of the building where they are storing their prize. Leaving his shotgun outside, he enters the cell and prods the rat-man awake.

"Wakey, wakey. We need to talk again, boy."

Slowly, Jason sits up, only to be grabbed into a standing position by the larger man.

"This time, I'm not gonna be as nice, 'cause we've determined your no use to us. And unlike our X5 brothers and sisters, I got NO problem killin' one of my own." He licks his lips. "This is gonna be fun."

Jason looks at him with true terror written all over his rat face.

She's warm. Really warm. Despite the cool temperature of the early morning, 452 feels like she is burning up. As she opens her eyes, she recognizes the town around Manticore; she had fallen asleep during the ride, which was odd for her. There is a thin layer of frost on the ground -- obviously the temperature had hit freezing here during the night.

She can feel the sweat beading down her back, leaving rivulets on her black tank top. She wipes her forehead, noticing her skin is hot to the touch. Pursing her lips, she looks at the driver of the Jeep.

"You got the heat set on "sun" or what, buddy?"

He looks at her, confused, and she glances at the dash. The heat isn't even on. It can't be greenhouse -- the sun is only barely over the horizon, and is mostly covered by clouds. Rolling her neck, she looks at the other occupants of the vehicle. She is sitting in the back with a still-sleeping 494, and her handler is in the front passenger seat. He gives her a strange look before turning to the driver.

"How long to Manticore?"

"Twenty."

Again he looks at her, and she shoots him an evil look back. What is his problem?

"Make it 10."

The driver nods, and increases the speed. 452 wonders what the rush is about…and then she gives her transgenic companion another look. His eyes are still closed -- he looks so…boyish, but handsome. Strong features, and a body to match. She allows her eyes to rove down his body, taking in the chiseled arm muscles, the six-pack abs she can see through his black T-shirt.

The heat coursing through her increases dramatically, as she pictures those arms around her, holding her down, those lips touching her all over, their skin pressed together.

She watches as his long lashes flutter open, and meets his hazel green eyes dead on.

His first sense to come alive is smell, as he pulls himself from the depths of sleep. He can smell something in the air, something…powerful. He is drawn to it, and opens his eyes to determine its origin. And finds himself staring into deep brown irises that are regarding him with predatory look.

452.

Carefully, he sniffs the air one more time before recognizing the scent fully.

Heat. She's in….ohhh yeah.

The mental picture of her writhing under him comes unbidden to his mind.

He returns her smoldering look and growls lightly at her, completely oblivious to the other occupants of the vehicle.

Unfortunately, his disregard of the humans leads to their inability to consummate what nature intended. Before they can get a hand on each other, a tazer shot to his stomach renders him unconscious. But before he goes out, he sees her shudder and slump into her seat.

"It was damn close, sir. Why weren't we informed that the female was approaching her heat cycle?"

"Because we didn't know, Johnson. Had we, we wouldn't have sent her out with another X male," Olivet hisses back, not pleased with this human's tone. "We got the information, and they are back in one piece. It was a success, now get out."

The handler looks at him before saluting and leaving.

Olivet turns in his chair. It had been close; if the two humans had tried to separate them any later than they did, then they probably wouldn't be alive to tell the tale. But this could also be a blessing in disguise. Currently, he has 452 locked in a containment cell and 494 is working off his testosterone in the yard, sparring with another male. He had reviewed their medical work up a dozen times, and now sees why Renfro paired them off: their genes are a perfect match. Their offspring would be…unstoppable.

The only thing stopping him is the tiniest chance that putting them together would spark something in their memories. His contact, who has been unusually quiet, wasn't sure if the two leaders had gotten together while living in TC. According to his reports, they seemed to always be together, but it was ambiguous as to whether or not they'd mated.

Steepling his fingers, Richard weighs his options as Jacob opens the door.

"Sir?"

Taking a deep breath, he barks his instructions to the younger man.

She is going insane. 452 looks out the small window in her cell and whines slightly. What she wouldn't give for a male right now, specifically that pretty boy partner of hers.

Ever since waking up in this hell hole, she's been alternately pacing her cell, doing sit ups and screaming out that window for a male. This is cruel and unusual punishment -- the heat is ever increasing, and just thinking about 494 is enough to send shivers through her body in anticipation.

494. Naked. Their bodies pressed together, sweating…moaning.

Oh god.

She drops and does another round of push ups. The sweat is practically dripping off her face, and she can feel the flush on her skin. Just as she is about to yell again, she hears the door open on the other end and instantly, she senses him.

Please, pretty please. I've been a good solider….

She is practically chomping at the bit, when her cell door opens and 494 comes barreling through. Roughly pinning her against the back wall, his lips attack her neck and collarbone. 452 moans low in her throat, and presses into him. Writhing against his body, she can tell he is ready to go.

"Clothes," she hisses, and he backs up, quickly removing his shirt and hers -- leaving her in just a bra.

She can't resist him, and before he can unbuckle his pants, she attacks him -- dropping them both to the concrete floor, neither minding the hard stop. Pulling her hair back, she presses her lips against his chest, licking and biting as she goes along, leaving small red marks in her wake. This time, he lets out a sexy moan, and she brings her head to his, pressing her swollen lips to his, pushing for access to his mouth. He allows her in, and runs his fingers through her long hair, holding it back.

He needs to feel her against him and pushes her back, which earns him a growl before he removes her bra with transgenic speed. This seems to sate her, and she rubs against him, whimpering lightly, causing him to buck against her and flip their positions.

Placing the tip of one finger at her collarbone, he pulls it down her dark skin over her breastbone, her flat stomach, coming to rest at the top of her pants. Looking at her slyly, he runs the finger back and forth across the band, taunting her. He can see her frustration growing, and before she reaches the boiling point, he undoes the button and removes the item, along with her underwear. Standing, he strips himself down, and looks at her beneath him, almost reverently, before hormones take over once again and he drops to her, pressing into her easily.

The initial feeling of him in her causes her to gasp loudly. But as he starts to move in her, she feels lightheaded. She grips onto his shoulder blades, breaking skin, moving with him, practically panting. She's never felt like this; not only is he satisfying her physical needs, but it seems like he is also filling an emotional hole.

Increasing his tempo dramatically, his moaning only serves to heighten the warm feeling washing over her. She can feel it from her toes all the way through her body, and she hasn't even orgasmed yet. The concrete floor beneath her, digging into her skin, doesn't even faze 452; she ignores the pinpricks of pain easily. She feels like she is out of her body, again moving with him, pressing her body into his, wanting to be as close as possible, closer than they already are. She can feel him start to tremble above her, and when she opens her eyes and looks at him, he is shaking with restraint, waiting for her. In a few short minutes, he has her gasping for breath when an unexpectedly hard thrust has her screaming his name…

"ALEC!"

…And they both freeze.

tbc………………………snigger…hows that for a cliffhanger folks?