Hormones
By: lfbrox
Rating: NC-17
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: Wow. It feels like the old times. Having all the 'old' people around me again. Havok, Sib. You just made my day. But also all the new one's. Or new to me, cause I haven't been around for a while. I must say. I feel really loved and it inspires me to go on. Thanks to all of you guys for reading my stuff and encouraging me to keep on going. To be an M/L shipper always had a lot to do with them being a couple in real life. Their chemistry had to come from somewhere right? So now that their in the on-again, off-again thingy – we need to stay strong in the struggle and keep M/L alive. I intend to do so. Even though some people call me (what was it Havok?) porn girl, it's all about their feelings – I just don't feel like becoming all sappy, cause it just wouldn't be them. Keep on reading and I'll keep on writing. Enough said. Let's get to it. I present:
Chapter 7: Mile High Club Members
Headquarters (10 pm):
There was a crowed gathered at the headquarters. They all wanted to witness what would happen next. They all wanted to know who would be going on that important trip to Canada and who would be left behind. Each and every one of them secretly hoped for another one of the all time classic Max vs. Mole fights on the all time classic topic: Logan. So they waited patiently for them to arrive. Mole was chewing on his cigar with his bag sitting packed next to him. Alec, who knew, why Max and Logan weren't there yet, also sat on his packed luggage. He figured he would go too.
Then the door flew open and a visibly relaxed Max and Logan entered with bags shouldered. Max wanted them to leave the bags outside but Logan insisted that he would take his with him inside to show Mole, that he had no intention of staying here in Terminal City. Max could do nothing more than agree after he shut her arguments up with a heated kiss just before entering the headquarters.
But as soon as they stepped in, all eyes were on them. Mole got up from his chair and huffed in their general direction. In that moment all the relaxation in Max body left her and she was tense again. Not from sexual excitement but from the knowledge that he would pick a fight soon, and that she had to come out as a winner. She knew he could not let it rest and she just wanted to get it over with.
"So. I see you brought your boy toy along for the ride, huh?" Mole asked in a teasing but very offensive way.
Max took a deep breath. She chanted in her head to stay calm, play it cool and tell him once and for all who the boss was and who the decision maker was. But to her surprise she didn't have to defend Logans presence to Mole and the other staring transgenics. Because suddenly Alec jumped up from his chair. Well, he didn't really jump, but he stood up quickly enough to draw the attention to himself.
"Well. I made a lot of jokes about Max and Logan myself, I have to admit. But I think you oversee something really important here Mole." Alec said while approaching Mole who stood and watched Max and Logan – not even bothering to turn and listen to Alec before he heard his name. Then he abruptly turned and faced Alec.
"And what exactly am I missing here, pretty boy?" Mole asked angrily, glaring at Alec, who he thought was on his side when it came to Logan.
"That Logan is a hacker. He can hack into any computer or server – or airport terminal." He said those last words really slowly which annoyed Mole even more.
"Let's face it. We cannot do his little hacker magic tricks that saved our asses on countless occasions. We need him there to either save us or cover up our tracks. I know you don't like him because he's only human, but that and his computer magic might be exactly what we need to survive this trip." Alec finished and turned to the crowed, pleased to see the majority of them nod in agreement.
"Fine. Let's take him then. Who else is going Max?" Mole said in defeat knowing that any more arguing would weaken his position among the nomelies because Alec was right.
Max had to clear her throat before answering. Did Alec really just do what he did? She asked herself. She was impressed. So was Logan. But they still had to decide who's going and what skills were needed most on that mission – for it could be their last.
The warehouse – outside of Seattle:
They were meeting one last time before the plane went off in an hour. They selected the team and went through the plan of action. Renfro sat on the head of the square table listening to the commanding officer bark last commands to the group of soldiers that were being sent on the plane. They reviewed Clementes plan and went through all the best- and worst case scenarios. Renfro just listened. All the soldiers were just listening. Only commander Grand was talking.
"Are we all clear?" Grand yelled.
"Yes sir." The group barked back.
"Is there anything else?" Grand barked not really expecting anything other than a 'no sir'. But then Victor got up.
"I don't trust Clemente", Victor said. He was a big guy and he didn't care about anybody elses feelings and even reveled in the pain of others. But saying this out loud caused his heart to beat a little. You do not raise doubts before a mission. But something told him to say it. So he did.
"I beg you pardon soldier?" commander Grand yelled at him and stepped into Victors personal space. "We did not put you on this team to elaborate on your gut feeling soldier. You are on the team to kill, and return in victory. Is that clear?!" Grand yelled even louder.
Victor was just about to bark his usual 'yes sir' to the commander, when a voice cut through the room. They all heard her voice before. Some of them heard her voice everyday. But in this spacious room, her mechanical voice sounded like a command received right from hell – or worse.
"I want to hear him out", Renfro rasped into the room, which made the commander shut up and the soldiers gasp.
"What do you mean you don't trust him?" her voice echoed through the room.
Victor was caught off guard. Renfro never spoke to anyone in person and now she was looking at him. He wasn't allowed to look at her so he looked just past her onto the nearby white wall, cleared his throat and started to formulate coherent thought while talking at the same time.
"I think his only interest is getting out of this whole deal. No matter what it takes. He would tell anybody anything to save his and his sorry families ass. I think he tipped the transgenic chick off and we are the ones walking into a trap and not the other way around. Or maybe he's playing all of us. I don't know what it is. But I don't trust him." Victor finished quite proud of himself.
"What do we know about Clemente?" Renfro asked, turning to commander Grand.
"We checked is record. He's clean. Clean besides this little dirty mistake he made that made him our willing slave – just to save his marriage and family. He has no connection to the freaks whatsoever. What do you want us to do now?" Grand asked.
"Well. In case he really tipped her of. Let's reverse his plan. Or at least do something that was not planned in Clementes original plan." Renfro rasped and gestured commander Grand to come closer – an evil smile playing on her burned features.
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Headquarters (11pm):
"So this is it. Mole, Alec, Logan, Syl and I are going. No further discussion needed. Are you guys all packed and ready to go?" Max asked relieved that everything went so smooth – irritated that it was Alec who solved most of the problem.
"All packed and ready", Alec, Syl and Logan replied. Mole just grunted a little.
"Good. Then let's get armed and get going." Max said and moved towards the weapons corner of the headquarters.
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Fairfield Airport (almost midnight):
Max, Logan, Alec, Mole and Syl arrived at the airport 15 minutes before midnight. The plane engines were already running and Clemente and the soldiers, that were dressed as officers, were waiting there with their bags in a pile in front of them.
Max and Co. exited their vehicle and opened the trunk to unload their bags in a similar pile in front of them. Max approached Clemente who started to walk toward her.
"Max", Clemente nodded.
"Detective", Max nodded back just as distant. "If you don't mind, we need to check the plane first." Max said to Clemente and nodded to Alec and Mole to go and check the plane for weapons, hidden soldiers and other suspicious devices. Mole and Alec nodded back and jumped into the plane, weapons in their hands.
"Fine", Clemente answered, "But no weapons on the plane. This meeting is supposed to end in a solution and not in a blood bath."
"Fine with me. I'm not big on weapons anyway" Max replied and turned around to nod at Logan and Syl to check Clemente's troops bags. At the same time 2 of Clemente's men went to the transgenic bag pile to check for weapons.
While Alec and Mole were searching the plane and Syl and Logan and Clementes guys checked the bags, Max stepped closer to Clemente.
"This better don't be a trick Clemente. Because if we don't come back you might as well put a gun to your head and pull the trigger, cause all hell will be loose if Terminal City just get's the impression that we were played. This is your last chance to do the right thing." Max said taking another step toward him. "So if there is anything you want to tell me right now, then do it."
Clemente swallowed hard, which Max didn't miss. Even though she was in heat, her instincts were as sharp as ever now. She was on adrenaline and her gut told her something was wrong. She didn't trust Clemente, but she knew that he wasn't one to spill blood – transgenic or human – if he could possibly avoid it.
"Max", Clemente started, knowing that Renfro and her team and all the soldiers that were with him on the airport watched not only his every move but also every move he did not make. So he tried to keep a calm voice. "We are all here to find a solution. We are here to prevent this thing from turning into a ridiculous and avoidable war. Both parties want to settle this without escalations." He said and sounded convincing – even to Max. But then he added: "Man, if it was on me, I would have stopped this insane hatred right in it's core." While saying this he opened his eyes just a little wider while staring into Max' eyes, putting a special emphasis on the words Man and Core.
That's all Max needed to hear. Even though he did it very subtle, Max picked it up. A person without Max' enhanced hearing and sensing would have never taken his last sentence as anything else but a normal conversation. Manticore was behind this. She knew something was wrong. But even her gut didn't expect Manticore. She expected a police kidnap or an arrest. She knew that in order to win this battle they could not back out now. She wanted it to be over once and for all. And if Manticore was behind all the hatred-spreading, behind all the bad news about the transgenics, then this was her chance to finish this fight once and for all. She didn't know what the plan was, but she knew they had to be careful, and come up with a counter plan.
"Good then. Then let's get this show on the road." Max said. Then she stepped away from Clemente and walked towards Logan and Syl.
"All clear?" Max asked.
"No weapons. Seems like they are clear", Logan said, picking up Max uneasiness. He wanted to say something, but figured it could wait till they had a moment alone.
After Clemente made sure that Max team's bags were clean they turned towards the plane, just in time when Alec and Mole jumped out.
"No surprises here" Alec said.
"What about bugs?" Logan asked.
"Couldn't really tell. But it's a short flight. It'll be okay", Alec said, glancing at Mole who was surprisingly quiet.
"Let's board then", Clemente said and walked towards the stairs to enter the plane. His "officers" followed him. Max signaled for her team to follow. They all turned and walked towards the door, but Logan was staying behind waiting for Max.
"Is everything okay?" He asked.
She walked over to him and took his hand and faced him. "Everything is fine, Logan." She said while squeezing his hand just a little too hard. He got the hint. Something was wrong, but it was time to shut up and get on the plane. He would find out soon enough what it is.
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Warehouse – outside Seattle:
"They are ready for take-off director Renfro", Commander Grand informed her. "No weapons on board. The bugs are in place and haven't been detected. Transmission works fine."
"What about Clemente?" Renfro rasped.
"Nothing, director. She was suspicious but he convinced her, that our motives are honorable and full of peace." Commander Grand finished with a grin.
"Excellent. And he doesn't know anything? Doesn't suspect anything?" Renfro asked, her voice sounding even more evil when combined with the devilish grin on her face.
"He's clueless", Commander Grand confirmed. Then he laughed a little sadistic laugh, "They are all clueless."
If Renfro's burned skin would have allowed it, she would have opened her mouth wide and would have laughed that same sadistic laugh. But as she was limited in her facial expressions, she could only manage a chuckle low in her throat, that didn't sound too intimidating. But for the first time in month she had a shining in her eyes, that wasn't caused from pain, but from sheer evil pleasure.
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Inside the plane: (right after take-off)
Clemente and his team sat in the front of the plane, right behind the cockpit. Max and the others sat further away in the back of the plane. Neither Clemente nor Max felt like starting their little "peace-talk" right now in the plane. Max needed space and time to think, and come up with a way to talk to her fellow team members about her new findings, without saying it out loud. But she didn't know, if there were bug or cameras on the plane, and she could not risk exposure right now.
Clemente on his side, didn't want to start talking the talk right away either. He had too much on his mind. Did Max get his little hint? If not, was it for the better that she didn't? Would he pay with his life for that, or even worse his family? He hoped that everything would work out well. And in case Max picked up his little hint, he wanted to give her time to react properly to the information. He knew there were bugs on the plane, but he could not tip her off again. What he did had to be enough. He figured she would be smart enough to know herself.
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25 later in the back of the plane:
Alec was snoozing a little, Mole was still glaring, Syl had her eyes closed going through combat drills in her head, Logan was typing on his computer and Max was staring out of the window. Rain was pouring against it and when she tried hard enough, she almost felt like she was back at Logan's penthouse, staring out of the window, over the broken city, thinking dark thoughts while Logan tried to save the world from his computer room. For a little while she granted herself those thoughts. Familiar, warm. Home – to her. But then she had to drag her mind back to the problems she had right now. She needed to talk to Logan. But she knew that every word they were saying was probably recorded and evaluated. So talking was not an option.
After another minute of thinking she sat up straight, pushed the display of Logan's laptop down, putting it in stand-by. Logan looked up in confusion and was about to open his mouth to ask what the matter was, when Max got up and signaled him to follow her.
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In the plane's bathroom:
Max opened the door of the bathroom and dragged Logan inside, then she shut and locked the door. She pushed him against the door and kissed him hard, before pulling back. She still had a firm grip on his collar, and while panting she moved closer, pressing her body against his. He tried to kiss her but she pulled her head back slightly and arched her eyebrows – but not in a playful, teasing manner.
That was Logans hint to play along. He didn't know what game she was playing, but he knew something other than the heat has gotten to her. He wanted to ask her what the problem was, but he knew that someone else was listening to each and every word they were saying – maybe even watching them. So he did what he thought he was supposed to. He waited for Max to fill him in.
Max smiled seductively. She didn't know, if they were being watched, or if 'they' just listened. Better expect the worst. So she let her hand trail from Logans' shirt collar down to his manhood. She grabbed him hard and moved her face closer to him while constantly staring into his eyes.
"Something is UP Logan", she said and squeezed his dick. He wasn't hard yet and he understood that this was her attempt to fill him in – not her attempt to turn him on. Sex was the last thing on his mind at that moment, even though Max massaging his penis roughly through his pants didn't make that an easy thing to do. He knew something was wrong from the beginning. He expected it. Now he knew it. Knew something was up.
He knew that they couldn't talk about it. He knew that they were being watched. So he played along. He leaned forward and kissed her deep. Then he withdrew.
"So what are we going to do about that?" He asked her while leaning in for another kiss.
Max knew he got her message and she was wrecking her brain, thinking how she could tell him that Manticore was behind this without tipping 'the listeners' off. And him kissing her, him grinding his now hard penis in her manipulating hand, him smelling so good, him tasting so good didn't help in the process of thinking. She was still in heat, and her body reacted that way. She tried to force her mind to think, but the heat was stronger. She leaned forward and kissed him fiercely.
"Take your cloth off" she said after releasing his mouth. She was working on her own belt buckle, ridding herself off her cloth while still thinking about how to tell him that Manticore was behind this, and how Clemente tipped her off and how she didn't know what their plan was but that it must be bad, if not straight out cruel and evil.
Logan didn't know how to help her so did as he was told. He undressed, and as soon as he stood naked in front of her she attacked is mouth. She kissed him passionately while pulling him backwards until her bare ass hit the sink. She released his mouth and looked at him. He was breathing heavily and had a look of fierce passion. But there was something else. He looked curiously and she knew he waited for her to tell him something.
"Will the sink do?" she asked him breathlessly.
Without a word he grabbed her and positioned her on the sink. His errection was caressing her slick folds and his hands were busy torturing her taunt nipples.
Max was enjoying herself tremendously, but she knew that she had to say something soon or she would be too far gone to even care. So she took a deep breath and started to speak.
"The people from Manticore would be so disappointed when they knew one of their soldiers was so easy to distract during a mission", she huffed in his ear while he kissed her neck. At the mentioning of Manticore and that little extra scratch on his back while saying the word Logan forgot her neck and what he was doing and looked up.
"Man…", was all he could say before she silenced his all too talkative lips with a burning kiss. Then she positioned his head back to her neck.
"Yes baby", she moaned answering his unfinished question.
"Would you get to it Logan. We don't have a lot of time" Max demanded. She really intended to say that with the sole reason of informing him, that they had to react quickly if they didn't want to die tonight. But her heat was still in full blast and Logans grinding and nipping and groping had gotten the better of her. She figured she'd done her job of informing him and deserved a reward.
Logans mind was racing. That was some piece of information he wasn't prepared for. Manticore was behind all that. He knew that all of Seattle, maybe all of northern America hated the transgenics and wanted to see them dead. He knew, that Clemente was not exactly their friend, but he always thought he was a fair guy. Turned out he was just a regular bad guy himself. Gaining Max' trust to sell her to Manticore and kill the rest of them afterwards.
He wondered where she got the information from. He kissed from her neck to her mouth and after a quick kiss looked her in the eyes. He didn't object, when Max was pulling on his hips moving him closer to her hot core, but he still wanted more information.
"Are you sure?" he asked her.
"Logan. I'm in heat, how can you possibly ask me if I'm sure. I told you. Get to it!!" Max was getting a little impatient. They were kissing and grinding for minutes now. She really, really needed him badly. She pulled at his hips while trying to mover her hips forward a little and wrapping her legs around his waist. A desperate groan escaped her throat, when she felt Logan pull back again.
"No, Max. I mean. Are you SURE?" he said while staring in her eyes intently.
"Oh", was all Max could response after realizing, that he was not talking about sex. She had to laugh a little at how ridiculous that all was. She hoped those people were watching. They sure got an eyeful. And she hoped that because of that they wouldn't concentrate on every little thing they were saying. Because even to her this conversation sounded a little strange for lovers to have before having sex.
"Yes Logan. I'm sure. Now hush and hurry up. Clemente might get suspicious about where we're disappeared to." She said with a wink.
"Okay", Logan said, hoping he now knew everything she wanted to tell him. With a sigh of relief he braced his hands on either side of the sink while settling back in between her thighs. She swung her arms around his neck and engaged him in a deep and passionate kiss while using her legs, that were still locked around his waist to pull him closer and inside of her. With him pushing and her pulling they were joined in a split second. The feeling was so intense that Max had to break the kiss. She through her head back in ecstasy and let out a loud scream.
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In the back of the plane:
"Did you just hear that?" Syl asked waking up from her little doze. She had noticed Max and Logan getting up, but didn't really pay attention on how long they were gone. But that sound woke her up instantly.
"Relax Syl", Alec said clearly annoyed. "It's just your sister – the leader of this little operation here – screwing her boyfriend in the bathroom." Syl had to grin at that. She had no idea why Alec sounded so annoyed. But she was just amused. Let her little sister have some fun.
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The warehouse - outside of Seattle:
They were all gathered in the conference room where they had the TV with the satellite pictures from the plane set up. Victor, some soldiers, commander Grand and Renfro. All staring at the TV in disbelief.
"What the hell is going on there?" Grand yelled to no one in particular.
"She's ruining our lives", Renfro said defeated and wheeled herself out of the room, clearly disgusted and disappointed.
The mechanical doors closed behind her and she stopped her chair to stare out of the little window into the dark. "I was so close", her raspy mechanical voice whispered into the empty room. "But I will not give up now."
AN: There you go. You're update. And Havok aren't you proud of me? No porn in that one. Are you sure this is what you want? Because there's always the next chapter. J And Sib. Looking forward to your rambling review.
Hope you all liked it guys. It took a while to write it and it didn't come out exactly like I wanted it. I wanted to be much more hilarious in the bathroom scene. But that's what came out and I hope you still want more.
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