Hormones
By: lfbrox
Rating: R (does it really make a difference???)
Timeframe: A couple of month after Freak Nation. Logan can of course walk (still) and the virus is finally gone. Max and Logan are a couple J.
AN: Hey guys. Lately I seem to have a writers rush but didn't seem to get to post things. I was blocked for so long, that I really enjoy this. And it's good for you too. More updates – or so I hope. But let's not push it. I might just have a good week. So here is your October update. Maybe your only October chapter – but maybe I will get around finishing and posting one for 'Facing Death' during the weekend. Anyways. Let's see what happens. Enjoy this.
Chapter 6: Squeezing in a F*?!
Clementes office:
With shivering hands Clemente dialed the number. Determined to do it but afraid of what the outcome may be. After just a few rings the phone was picked up on the other end and the familiar voice of Victor barked a unwelcoming "What?".
Clemente took a deep breath and willed his voice to sound calm. "It's me. Clemente. I came up with a plan. I just need some of your resources to execute it." He finished, proud that his voice was only slightly shaking.
"Let's hear it then Clemente", Victor snarled back sort of disappointed that Clemente came up with something so fast. No bone breaking and killing fun for him. But Renfro still had the last word.
"Well. 452 is not trusting me any time soon. Why would she. We're not doing anything to solve this problem for them – why would we. So I'd say that I suggest to her a meeting to talk about these matters and how to solve everything in a secure location. A location where neither she has her army of transgenics to back her up, and we don't have any legal, military right to arrest or capture her. Canada. Only a few of them and a few of us. No tricks. And on our way back, this terrible plane crash happens. We all die. At least that's what the transgenics will think. 452 is gone. They choose another leader and no one will ever think about starting a war with us in order to get her back. Because she will be dead. I hand her over to you and as I am supposedly dead too, I walk away from the police, the military force of Washington and you. We all got what we want." Clemente finished hoping he has nothing left unconsidered and hoping that Renfro would go with the plan.
"So what do you think?" He asked waiting for an answer from Victor.
Victor put the phone down and turned to the sliding door waiting for it to open. Renfro heard in on his conversation with Clemente and he waited for someone to come out and tell him to go after Clemente to kill him or go with the plan. He was hoping for the first.
A few seconds later the door slid open and the guy in the black suit stepped out and turned to Victor.
"Tell Clemente he can have a plane. It'll be ready for take off on the airport as we speak. Director Renfro wants this over with – ASAP. Tell him to make the suggestion to 452 today." The black suited man ordered.
"Did you hear that Clemente?" Victor barked into the phone not even bothering to repeat what he just heard.
"Yeah. I heard it. I make the call and then get back to you. I guess you want some of your man accompany me and the transgenics on the plane." Clemente finished, the relieve obvious in his voice.
"Good", Victor said and hung up the phone without saying anything else.
Clemente took another deep breath and picked up the phone again. Ready to seal Max' fate.
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Logan's crib:
Max checked her position one last time. She wanted to make sure she looked absolutely stunning, and unmistakably wanton. She had the dirtiest fantasies during the time Logan was gone and she was determined to live them out with the man of her dreams. The man that was about to walk into the room. She was ready to rock his world.
The door slowly opened. But then again. Not so slowly.
"To the headquaters. Now. Little Fella. Emergen…….whoofff", Joshua walked in the door and as soon as he saw Max on the bed he barked and turned around – the wind knocked out of his lungs.
Max eyes widened as soon as she heard him babbeling while opening the door. But even her super human speed wasn't fast enough to cover herself up before Joshua could get an eyeful of her.
As quickly as she could she wrapped a sheet around her nude body to cover herself and instinctively jumped out of the bed and backed up into the last corner of the small room. She could not look at Joshua, even though she knew he was not looking at her right now. After a while of deadly silence Max decided to start speaking again.
"What's so important Joshua?" she asked, her eyes still cast to the floor.
Joshua didn't turn around. His eyes were fixed to his worn out shoes. He cleared his throat and started to stammer. "Clemente. On the phone. Emergency."
Max also cleared her throat still very embarrassed. "Okay. I'll be right there. Just give me a second." With that she dismissed him and he awkwardly closed the door while trying not to turn around and look at her.
Once the door was closed she rushed to the door and locked it and then leaned heavily against it letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding. After a few seconds she shook her head, let the bed sheet fall down to the floor and proceeded to get dressed to go to the headquarters – hoping that Joshua chose to not be there for once.
//God how stupid. How could I not ask who is it first. Here. In Terminal City. I can never look at Joshua again. Or I will have to have a talk with him about it. Jeez. How did this all turn into one big sex talk story.//
Max thought while putting on her cloth and rushing out of the door to the headquarters. Surely this incident kept her sex-craving mind off of actually thinking about sex. But how long would that last? True. There were almost only nomelies working in the headquarters. But she was never in heat among them. She was sure she was save when it came to jumping anyone, but she wasn't sure how they would react.
She thought for a second that she should have left a note for Logan while rushing towards the command center but figured he'd find her.
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Terminal City – Hallway:
Logan rushed through the hallway. Occasionally bumping in to some transgenics passing him. He quickly apologizes and rushed on with his box of condoms in his iron tight grip. He hoped to score a handful. But now he had a whole box. His mind was on overload. He had unlimited supply of condoms. He had a sexy sex kitten in his bed and he was horny as hell and had a bunch of ideas of what he wanted to do to Max.
//Just one more left turn. Then a right turn and I'm there. In heaven. In all-you-can-eat-sex-buffet heaven.// As he was thinking that he almost lost one. Almost. But before that could happen he sped up just a little more.
When he finally reached his door – after what seemed like a lifetime to him- he ripped it open. Dropped the box while trying to get his cloth off and shut and lock the door at the same time. When he successfully managed to lock the door and get rid of his shirt he turned to the bed with a huge grin on his face.
Only to find Max gone.
"What the fuck", he said out loud. He grabbed his shirt opened the door and headed in no particular direction – hoping he could get to Max before she did something foolish.
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Headquarters:
Max arrived at the headquarters and was pleased to not see Joshua there. She was welcomed by Dix who led her to the phone where Clemente was waiting already 10 minutes for Max.
"What does he want?" Max asked Dix on their way there.
"He wouldn't tell. Said he needed to talk to you and only you. Sounds really important Max." Dix finished while gesturing to a chair on a desk where a lot of people had gathered around trying to find out what the emergency was.
Max sat down and picked up the phone.
"Clemente. It's me. Max. What do you want?"
"Hey Max. How are you doing in Terminal City?"
"Cut the small talk Clemente and tell me what you're calling about", Max demanded.
"Okay Max. Then let's cut right to the chase. We need to get together to find a solution to this insane situation…." Clemente started but was cut off by Max.
"Yeah right. If you think I'll agree to meet with you only to have your men or even worse men capture me and use me as a fucking lab rat – forget it. That's not gonna happen. If you wanne talk about solving our problems. Do it now." She finished not in the mood to negotiate.
"That's why I thought we could meet on neutral grounds. Where nobody has the upper hand." Clemente argued.
"On neutral grounds. You wanne take me to Switzerland?" Max joked not even sure why she suddenly was so amused.
"No Max", Clemente answered with a little laugh himself. "I thought about Canada. Just a handful of your people and a handful of mine. No military force is up there. What do you say? We need some solutions here or the people in this city are gonna do something. They are wired and ready to start a war. They are just not sure against whom they want to fight. If we could straighten out our issues we could prevent this. What do you say?" Clemente pleaded thinking about what might happen to him if 452 did not agree to meet with him.
Max heard him. She really did. It made sense what he said. She just couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something else involved. Something not good – for her and her kind. She looked around the room. She saw clueless faces of transgenics and nomelies. She saw Alec who was excited to get out of TC and have an adventure. She found Logans face in the middle of the crowd walking closer to the table she was sitting at. She saw relief in his face but she could also see him thinking judging by the way his forehead wrinkled.
She tore her gaze away from the crowd and Logans wrinkled forehead and returned to Clemente.
"Clemente. Give me a few minutes here. I'll get back to you with a decision." With that she hung up – just the way Victor did.
Clemente put the phone down. "Doesn't anybody ever say bye anymore?" he said out loud while getting up pouring himself some coffee and sat back down on his desk staring at the phone – willing it to ring with good news.
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"Did you hear what he said?" Max asked the approaching Logan.
"Yeah I heard it. First of all. Thank god you are here." That got him a smile from Max and a frown from Alec. "Secondly. I don't know. We don't know a lot about that Clemente guy. It sounds like something that would be worth considering, but I have a bad gut feeling about this." Logan concluded.
"I know what you mean. Something feels funny." Max said and looked into the crowed hoping someone had something serious to contribute to that decision they had to make in the next few minutes.
"I think we should give it a shot. We need to find a solution other than war and massacre. And it sounds like a good idea – if we come prepared that is", Alec said and received some strange looks from his fellow transgenics.
"What?" Alec asked seeing those looks. "That's a chance to get out of this hellhole."
That sounded more like Alec. "That is, if we actually going to do it. And if we do. What makes you think we take you along?" Max asked.
"What do you mean when you say 'WE'?" Mole asked from way back of the room.
Max knew that Mole just waited for her to say Logans name. But she wouldn't . "Me and who ever is going with me" she simply said.
"So who's going?" Jess asked.
"I don't know. We haven't even decided that we are going – or have we?" Max asked.
"I think we should go. Let's vote" Mole gave is input again – this time he was next to Max.
Trying to avoid a big argument Max agreed to the vote. So Mole stepped on the table in front of Max.
"Everyone who is for us going raise your hands", he yelled.
90% of the hands inside the headquarters rose. Mole jumped down the table and faced Max who had risen from her chair. He looked her straight in the eye then looked over her shoulder at Logan. He then turned his attention to the crowed.
"It is decided then. We're going." That caused a round of applause. Mole spit out his cigar to the floor and raised his hands signaling the crowd to silence. "Now we just have to decide who's going." With that he turned to Max – challenging her.
"We'll decide later. Let me make the call to Clemente first and tell him we're going," she said and signaled to Dix to dial the number.
Logan approached Max who had sat back down in her chair. "Are you sure this is such a good idea? This could be a trap." He simply said in a low voice.
"I don't know Logan. But I'm in charge here if I want it or not. And they want me to do something. We can't hide her forever on the DL. They expect me to do something. I have to do this or they grow even more impatient. And I don't wanne know what happens when they don't trust me anymore. Things could get out of hand. Please understand me here. I have to do this." She said with pleading eyes.
"Fine. But don't even think of doing this without me. I don't care what Mole or the rest of the crowd says. I'll not let you do this without me."
"Logan…."
"No Max. I'm gonna come with you. Don't even start talking me out of it." Logan said determined. Then he turned and left.
The situation was serious. It was critical. But she was still in heat after all. And Logans bossyness made her body tingle with sensations. But she had not enough time to get back into her full-blast-heat-mode, as she heard Clementes voice on the speaker.
"What's your answer Max?" He asked, now not bothering himself with making small talk.
"We're going. Where and when?" she asked just as curtly.
"Midnight. Fairfield Airport. I'll be waiting there for you. 5 people tops." He said.
"Midnight it is. See you there. And Clemente – there better not be a trap waiting for us. You don't honestly think we come alone and unprepared?" Max fired back.
"Of course not. See you at midnight", with that he hung up the phone.
Max took a deep breath after hanging up. Something felt wrong.
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Logans crib:
Logan was busy stuffing some cloth and other things into his bag. He was determined to go with Max no matter what anyone else was thinking. He needed to be there for her. And considering her condition she needed him to be there just as bad – if not worse. He looked around his little room to see if he had forgotten something.
His eyes swept over the box that he had dumped on the floor earlier. His eyes widened for a second. He almost forgot them. He quickly picked up the box with the condoms, grabbed some and stuffed them in his pockets and dumped a couple of dozen more into the bag. He grinned and zipped it up, then he grabbed the bag swung it over his shoulders and made his way to Max sleeping quarters were he hoped she would be packing. With a swagger in his walk he made his way down the hallway.
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Max crib:
She was frantically throwing some stuff in her bag not really paying attention what she was packing. Not really caring either. She knew they had three hours before the plane left. Three hours in which she had to decide who else but her and Logan were going. Three hours were she had to justify to Mole and the rest of the gang why she had to bring Logan. Three hours to come up with some kind of a plan of action, security plan and Plan-B in case things went wrong. Three hours with so much to do and she just hoped to squeeze a little romp with Logan in.
That's why she tried to hurry up packing, fuck Logan and get to the headquarters without any suspicions. Without even closing the bag she grabbed it and opened the door, stepped outside and was in the process of closing it behind her when she saw Logan swagger down the hallway towards her crib. He looked out of the windows on his right while approaching her door. Max waited patiently for 2 seconds before addressing him.
"Would you walk a little faster and get your ass in here?" she yelled at him across the hallway.
At her voice he turned to look at her. She was clutching her bag while standing under the doorframe, looking seriously flushed. He knew what she wanted and even though he knew they didn't have a lot of time he sure wouldn't deny her what she craved.
"Easy there Max" he said while pressing himself through the already occupied doorframe making sure his breath caressed her face on his way in. She inhaled sharply unable to move. She screamed at herself in her mind to control herself. But as she turned back around after closing the door shut and saw Logan taking his shirt off all control was lost.
She dropped the bag to the floor and literally jumped at him. He saw her coming and tried to stand or at least fall on the bed and not on the cold floor once she hit him. And he succeeded not to fall. He merely stumbled a few steps back till he hit the drawer behind him with Max securely tugged in his arms. She hungrily sucked his tongue in her mouth while she explored his upper body with her eager hands, all the while pressing and rubbing herself against him.
After a few minutes of heavy making out Logan pushed Max away from him. Before she could protest she felt his hands on the hem of her shirt. "Time to get you out of your clothes."
She couldn't agree more and readily supported him in accomplishing his task. While she tried to take her boots off he tried to pull down her pants having already rid her off her shirt and bra. But his pulling and her pulling got in each others way and she stumbled back on just one foot till her back hit the door hard.
"You take care of your pants and shoes and I work on mine." Logan said while working on his belt buckle while Max succeeded to take her boots off. "Sounds like a plan" she panted while finishing off where Logan left of on her pants. Finally pants-less she looked up to see Logan tossing his pants away looking at her with hungry eyes.
"We don't have much time Logan" Max informed him with a shaky voice. She didn't just wanne pounce on him. Well no. That's exactly what she wanted. But she didn't want Logan to see her so out of control. Not that she had a lot of control over herself – or he over himself for that matter – when they were having sex while she was not in heat. But she figured she needed an excuse for rushing things to release. And technically it wasn't even an excuse. They really didn't have a lot of time. But she felt like she needed to give him some kind of warning.
Logan saw that she was trying to hold back and keep somewhat control over herself. But he didn't want her to do it just out of consideration for him. He could take it.
"Ready when you are. Give me all you have baby." Logan said and approached her.
"Careful what you're wishing for big guy", Max said with a trembling voice letting her eyes roam over Logans nude form. And she liked what she saw. He was smoking hot and hard as hell and ready to go. He had already pulled a condom over his enormous errection. Nothing could stop them anymore. No more obstacles. Just them and their burning and aching desire for one another just waiting to be consumed and sated – for a little while.
That were the last thoughts Max had before she felt Logan press his body against her body and his hot lips against her lips. She simultaneously wrapped her legs and arms around Logan while he pressed even closer pushing her a little further up the door. They kissed hungrily. Moaning, humping, pressing, grabbing, and gasping for air letting out little desperate groans when they could not reach a certain spot of naked skin they intended to explore a little further.
Logan moved his hands down to Max ass to lift her up a little higher. Max tightened her grip around his waist to assist him in staying in that position. His errection nestled at her center. Teasing her. Making her almost go crazy and scream with need. He loved to tease her some more. See how much she could take before she begged for him. But he suddenly remembered her heat and decided to play this game once she wasn't in heat anymore.
So he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. He saw desperate need and raw lust. He let his errection stroke her up and down while still staring in her eyes. She stared right back waiting for the inevitable to finally happen. And happen it did.
With their eyes still glued together he lifted her up just a little further with his strong arms and hands grabbing her firm ass. Then he positioned himself at her entrance. He took another deep breath and then he let go of Max ass while at the same time shoot his hip fast and hard forward. Max felt herself slide down the door while she felt Logan slide into her. She instinctively grabbed his shoulders so she would not fall and loose him from inside of her when he shot his hips forward stopping her downward fall and ramming his errection deeper into her than she ever felt him go before.
All the time Logan continued to stare at her. And when he was fully impaled he let out a primal groan while Max eyes shot close screaming his name out loud. She swore she could have come just from this one hard push and his pressing deep inside of her in order to keep her up the door. But he felt like moving. One of his hands grabbed her ass and one held on to her hip to keep her still giving him enough space to pull out and plunge in over and over again.
He didn't intent to build a certain rhythm. All he wanted was to fuck her frequent and hard. So that was the rhythm he build. He pumped into her with an intensity that knocked the breath out of Max's lungs. But she really didn't need to breathe that bad. She needed this bad. She needed exactly what he gave her. A good hard and fast fuck. He didn't slow down. He kept his pace; pumping into her while biting her neck frequently. Max was in heaven this felt too good to be true. But she wouldn't last any longer if he kept up the pace. But that was okay.
A few more hard thrusts and she was a goner. And so was he. He exploded inside her with a ferocity that was new to him but that he knew he had to experience more often. From far away he heard Max scream out his name and Gods followed by a tsunami of obscenities that would impress a sailor. She scratched his back and he would have screamed with pain if he weren't so busy screaming with pleasure.
It took them a while to come back to reality. All the while Logan pressed Max to the door to keep her from sliding down. Once he was somewhat able to speak he lifted his head from Max' neck where it had rested for the past few minutes. Breathing out his exhaustion and breathing in her delicious sent.
As she felt his head move Max forced herself to open her eyes. Their eyes met. And they smiled. It wasn't the grin they sometimes had on their faces after a round of hot and heavenly sex. It was a genuine smile. A smile that said thank you and your welcome in once. A smile that expressed so much love and no regrets.
"That was amazing", Max said still slightly out of breath while running her hand softly across his cheek.
"It sure was. And I hope we repeat this soon", he said while kissing her gently.
Max broke the kiss quickly but with a groan. "If you keep this up it will repeat sooner than we both can afford. And as much as I would not mind to give in to it, we really have to go."
"I know. Let's get this bitch over with then", Logan said while gently letting Max down. "I hope they have comfortable beds in Canada." He said with a grin while putting his pants back on and looking for his shirt.
"Like we need a bed", Max snorted getting dressed herself.
After all clothes were back in place and the bags were closed and shouldered they made their way to the command center. Now both a lazy swagger in their walk.
AN: Hope you liked it. Let's have a little poll here. Where would you like the next heat execution to be? (other than the plane – that just seems too obvious – besides, it is already planned. But not written yet). So hit me with your best shot. Take care.
Lfbrox