Dysfunctional -- Chapter 9

Disclaimer:  The TV show Dark Angel, all of the characters that appeared on it (Alec, Biggs, Renfro, etc.), and everything else that has to do with the show belong to their respective owners, not to me.  No money is being made off of this fic.  I only own the original characters (X5-121, etc.).

Notes:  This chapter has a little bit more mature content than the rest of the fic so far.

121 sighed to herself as she entered her cell the following night.  What a long day, she thought.  Between that nasty round of Escape and Evade that we had against Unit 2, 908 running her stupid mouth during lunch about how 237 cheated and used some dirty moves when they’d sparred during martial arts this morning, those physicals that they gave us in preparation for the start of the breeding program tomorrow night, I’m just mentally exhausted.  She laughed a little to herself.  Oh yeah, and my nerves about tonight.  Yeah, I’m going to have sex with one of my best friends.  No big deal, I’ve heard that it happens all of the time in the outside world.  Cynical much, 121?

She used the bathroom and when she was done, left her bathroom and stood in front of the small mirror that hung above her dresser and stared at herself.  Should I even bother changing out of my clothes?  It’s not like I’ll be wearing them in a few minutes.  Nah, I don’t think that I’ll change.

121 lay down on her bunk and just stared at the ceiling of her cell.  I can’t believe that it’s come to this, me sleeping with 494 to ease my mind about this repulsive breeding program.  It’s the right decision in this situation, though.  What am I supposed to do?  Completely give control over every aspect of my body to Manticore?  Fuck no.  They do not control everything, those ass—watch where you’re going with this, 121.  You’re starting to venture into ‘09er territory.  She shook her head.  I won’t go there.  I fucking refuse to think like my tw—120 and 493 and the rest of them did and maybe still do.  Of course they still do, you moron.  The only one of them who doesn’t think like that anymore is the one who stayed behind, 798.  Good for her.

She snorted.  Yeah, this from the girl who wanted to leave like crazy after she got out of Psy Ops two years ago and the one who hated 494 for a few months afterwards because he didn’t bring up the idea like 599 apparently did with his unit.  121 blinked and turned her head so that she was facing the wall of the cell.  Part of me still wants to escape.  Let’s be honest here, I really want to escape, especially now with this fucking breeding program just around the corner.  I can’t and I won’t escape, though, even if the opportunity did come up.  I can’t leave 511 and 494 behind and I damn well won’t live up to my tw—120’s reputation.  I won’t be branded like those bastard ‘09ers were.  No way.  Not me.

121 looked up again as the lights went out and a few moments later, a guard passed by her cell.  She waited for a few minutes until she was sure that he was out of earshot and then she sat up and quietly made her way to her door and opened it.  The X5 stepped out into the hallway, closing her cell door behind her, and tiptoed two cells down to 494’s cell at the beginning of the hallway.  She softly knocked on the door.  “It’s me.”

“Come on in,” 494 told her.  121 opened the door and stepped inside of the cell.  “Hey there, 121.”

“Hi, 494,” she said.  “Um…thanks again for doing this for me.”

“No problem,” 494 assured his friend.  “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

121 nodded.  “I’m absolutely sure.  I still want to do this.”

“Okay,” 494 said.  He looked at 121 and frowned a little.  “Are you sure, 121?  You look nervous.”

“Well, it is my first time,” 121 reminded him.  I can’t tell him what I was thinking about.  494 is one of my best friends, but I just can’t tell him.  I can’t even tell 511, either.  I can’t risk it.  Fucking Manticore—watch it again, 121!  “I guess I am a little nervous.”

494 looked at her again.  She’s hiding something.  121 could never lie to me and get away with it.  She could lie like nobody’s business to any of the trainers and most of our unit as well, but never to me or 511.  Hell, I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt this time.  Whatever’s going on in her head, it probably doesn’t have her in the mood for an inquisition.  He smiled.  “Well, if it makes you feel better, I haven’t had sex yet with another X5, so this is kind of a first for me as well.”

121 smirked and started to say something, but they both turned and looked in the direction of the other cells when they heard somebody else sneak out of their cell.  A moment later, another cell door in their hallway opened and shut and 121 raised an eyebrow.  “Well, at least tonight 786 has the decency to keep it in the unit tonight and if there’s somebody who really needs to get laid, it’s 237.  Well, 295 might need to loosen up more than 237 but that’s another story.”

“And like always, 786 is not the first to come up with an idea,” 494 observed.  He and 121 both laughed, though they kept their voices low in case a guard would pass by and hear them.

“I just hope that this isn’t like how they taught us in Sex Ed,” 121 remarked.  She made a face.  “That book they had us read was bad and that movie that they showed us was worse.”

“So, you don’t like to watch pornos?” 494 teased.  He grinned and 121 laughed.  “Yeah, that class was very bad and that movie was so instructional it couldn’t even be classified as pornography.  I’ve watched a few real pornos on some of my off-hours on the last mission that I went on and—“  He was cut off when 121 smacked him across the back of his head.

“Fuck you, 494,” she said, but she was obviously trying not to laugh.

“Isn’t that what you’re going to do?” 494 returned.

121 suddenly got quiet again.  “Yeah.”

494 smiled, but this time it was gentle.  “Don’t worry, 121.  We’ll take this as fast or as slow as you want to go.  I’ve even got the condom on already.  It’ll be fine.”

“I hope so,” 121 said.  She took a deep breath.  “Okay.  I’m ready.”

“Okay,” 494 echoed.  He placed his hands on 121’s shoulders, leaned in, and kissed her.  After a few moments, 121 found herself responding and even enjoying the kiss.  494 wrapped his arms around 121 and deepened the kiss.  After a few minutes, he broke apart from her.  “Is that okay?  Do you want to continue with this?”

121 nodded.  “Oh yeah.  I need it.”  She reached forward and pulled 494’s face back towards hers and kissed him.  She found her body responding as 494 pulled her in closer and then she suddenly giggled when 494 started to take her t-shirt off.  “I’m ticklish there.  Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” 494 said.  He grinned wickedly and tickled her on that spot on her side and 121 started to laugh, only to gasp when 494 started to kiss her neck after he’d taken off her shirt.

I definitely needed this, 121 thought as 494 lowered her onto his bunk and they continued.  Did I ever…