Deadly Fix
Summary: Max, Alec, the cure, a hostage situation…
Allrighty then… where were we?
Chapter Five
"Touch me, Max. All you have to do is touch me."
Max couldn't seem to look away from his too-expressive eyes. They were beautiful in the light of day, as clear and communicative now as they had been dark and unreadable the night before.
"It's all right, Max," he said, a hint of his usual playfulness appearing. "You know you want to."
"I could hit you. That would count as touching."
"Be gentle," he smirked. "I bruise."
"I know." Max brought her free hand up and lightly ran the back of her fingers over the bruise on his cheek. It should have been fading by now, but it still stood out starkly from Alec's pale skin.
"That should do it," Alec sighed. "No more virus for you."
Max's hand fell back to his chest and trailed down to his hand resting flat against his abdomen. "Maybe we should make sure."
It was her turn to hear Alec's heart rate increase and she heard the barest intake of breath as she twined her fingers through his and brought his hand up to place a kiss in the center of his palm.
"Max, you don't have to-"
"Are you talking back, soldier?" Max frowned.
Alec swallowed heavily. "Wouldn't dream of it."
"Good." Max released his hand and levered herself up so that they were within a whisper of their lips touching. He was watching her, as if hardly daring to believe what he was seeing. Max could only hear Alec's own words ringing in her head. When she'd infected Logan, Alec had suddenly appeared, taunting her with what she'd done. Now you didn't kiss him or anything, did you?
Max felt a smile spreading across her face, the knowing smile of a woman at last in control of her own fate. "I think we should make absolutely sure, don't you?" she asked, hearing how breathy her own voice sounded.
Max wanted to purr as he at last brought his hands to her waist, pulling her closer so that they were chest to chest. "Well, don't you want to be sure?" she asked, her eyes on his as she shifted, fitting herself against him more comfortably, making sure he understood just how well they complemented each other. "Don't you?"
"Yes," he said almost desperately. "Oh, please, yes."
Max closed the distance, telling him everything with her mouth and body that she hadn't with her voice. Alec had laid himself bare the night before with his admission and she hadn't been brave enough to do the same, maybe still wasn't.
Alec wrapped his arms around her, though he didn't cage her and Max knew he'd done it purposely. She was free to stop, free to leave any time she wanted. He drew back and studied her face as if it were the first time he'd ever seen it. "So beautiful," he murmured, smiling when she smiled.
Without warning Alec sat up, bringing her with him, now sitting in his lap, her legs straddling him. He kissed her slowly, tenderly. He kissed her eyelids that had fluttered closed. He kissed the tip of her nose. He kissed his way across her cheek to her ear, nuzzling and kissing his way down her neck. She was wearing a shirt with a deep V and he used it as a guide, making a maddeningly slow path toward her breasts.
"Alec," she said, panting. Max ran her hands into his hair, relishing the silky feel of it against her fingers. She'd thought it might be almost animal-like between two transgenics. She knew what it was like when she was in heat. She'd expected it would be almost the same. Instead Alec's touch was slow, deliberate, almost reverent. "Alec, please."
"Shhh," he soothed, at last coming back to meet her lips in a searing kiss. He then pulled back, drawing a frustrated sound from her and this time it was Alec's turn to smile. It was pleased, almost wolfish, and Max desperately wished he would devour her. This leisurely torture was driving her crazy.
Alec kissed her neck again, breathing in deeply, clearly delighting in being so close, being able to savor her scent.
Max groaned. "Alec, you're killing me."
"Battle plans," he said, a wicked grin appearing. "You're always telling me I don't think things through first, Max. This attack is still in the early stages." He followed the words, however, with another kiss that had her on fire. He'd found his way beneath her shirt and his hands nearly scorched her skin as he crushed her to him.
Max wanted to scream when Alec's phone rang. He tore his mouth away from hers and fumbled in his pocket for his cell. He looked at the display and went very still. Without even having to be told Max knew who it was and held out her hand for the phone. Max slid off Alec's lap and sat beside him on the sofa as she answered the call, surprised at the loss of warmth as she lost contact with Alec's body.
"Hey, Logan."
"Max, is that you?"
"Yeah."
"You sound a little out of breath. Are you ok?"
Max felt guilt begin to crawl over her skin, not to mention embarrassment at talking to Logan while her lips still felt swollen from Alec's attentions. She and Logan were going to have to talk and soon.
"Max?"
"I'm here. I'm fine." Alec had taken her hand in his and was rubbing his thumb in circles across her over-sensitized skin. Max almost groaned. She was so fine.
"The 48 hours are up," Logan said. "Since you're using Alec's phone, I assume you're with him."
"Yup." She glared at Alec to let him know he was distracting her and to knock it off. He closed his eyes in resignation and sighed. He obeyed though. He released her hand and she suddenly felt cold.
"You want to meet me at the doctor's or do you want me to pick you up?"
Max watched as Alec stood up, unable to sit still while she was talking to Logan. She scrambled to her feet when she saw him waver, putting a hand to his head like he was dizzy again. Max turned him to face her and instead of looking flushed as she'd expected Alec was even paler. As a matter of fact, he looked almost ill. She put a hand against his forehead.
"Alec, you're hot."
He laughed. "That's what they tell me."
"Max, what's going on?"
"No, Alec, you're hot." Which again made it odd that he was so pale.
Alec pulled back out of her reach and walked to the kitchenette. He filled a cup from a pitcher in the small fridge, and drank the glass in one long swallow. He then leaned against the counter, his arms braced.
"Alec?"
"It's ok, Max."
Max walked up behind him and she could feel the heat radiating from him now. When she'd woken up, she'd been lying beside him so long, she'd been used to it. She hadn't realized or thought about it, but his body temperature must have been higher than normal. It was the real reason she'd felt so cold when she'd moved away from him on the sofa.
"Max, talk to me," Logan ordered.
"Meet us at Third and Oak," Max said, still watching Alec. "Fast as you can." Alec's eyes were closed, his chest almost heaving he was breathing so hard.
The new virus. This wasn't just from the fight with the other transgenic or exhaustion. Alec was sick.
"Thought I'd have longer," Alec muttered.
"What?"
"Never had a chance with you, did I?"
"Alec, we need to get you to the doctor."
He turned then and looked at her. "You should go. Logan's waiting on you. Let the doctor do the tests and then you'll know if the cure worked."
"He needs to look at you."
"I'll just rest here. You go. Meet Logan. It's what all of this was for."
"Alec, you're not getting rid of me," Max said angrily.
"Max, for once could you not fight me… please… Just…"
Max caught him as his legs gave out and gently eased him to the floor.
"Alec, tell me what's wrong," Max ordered.
"Don't tell Logan, Max. He won't understand." Alec's breathing was getting shallower, his speech more slurred. "S'ok," he said. "Never happened."
"Alec, stay with me." Max pulled him close, her panic rising exponentially. "Stay awake!" She'd begged him to sleep the night before and now she was begging him not to.
"No virus," he mumbled. "Be with Logan. Happy. S'ok."
Thought I'd have longer.
Max wanted to shake him. She wanted to scream. Alec had known he was sick. He'd known the new virus was hurting him and he hadn't said a word. He'd avoided her and waited for the 48 hours to be up. Alec had allowed himself to get sicker, allowed the virus the full 48 hours to take hold, just so she could have her cure.
"Incubate."
"What?" Max picked up the cell phone she'd dropped on the floor.
"Breeding partner," he said.
"Yes, you were my breeding partner," Max said, humoring him as she began to dial.
"Incubate virus," Alec said. "Breed virus for you."
"Alec, what are you talking about?"
"Finally obeyed orders."
The phone rang and rang and at last it was answered. "What?"
"Mole, get to Alec's apartment now," Max commanded. "He's down." She didn't wait for a reply before hanging up.
When she looked back down, Alec was unconscious, a dead weight in her arms, his breathing painfully shallow.
"Hold on, Alec. Just hold on."
-sigh- Never easy for these two, is it? More soon…