A Street Cat named Desire 6

Disclaimer : I don’t own the characters from Dark Angel, not even Alec though I’d love to. Blah, blah, woof, woof ! So please don’t sue me for using them without authorisation.

WARNING : Again WARNING!!! This is NC-17 stuff... At least! I got a little carried away, I'm sorry! But I hope you'll like it!

Dedication : Thanks to my sweet CrystalEyes... You're th BEST!
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A Street Cat Named Desire - Part Six

Time was running by along with his strength. And the heat was unbearable.
With each breath he took, he felt his chest was going to explode. He didn't know if he could keep up like this for much longer. He gave his companion a sideways look and sighed painfully. She was still walking in a funny way as if she was about to lose her balance at any moment.
They had to find somewhere to hide for a few hours until they could go back to the motel.

But all they could see was sand.

"Alec... I'm tired!" Max said in the voice of a three-year-old.

"Get over it!" Alec answered harshly, irritated by the fact that he had to think about HER well being on top of everything.

"Alec?"

"Oh, just shut up I'm trying to find some place we could use to rest for a while!"

"But Alec...!"

The young man turned around, anger twisting his battered face even more.
"I won’t say this again. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You're the one who insisted on coming with me, now either you follow orders or I'm leaving you here!"

Max raised an eyebrow sarcastically.
*Was the effect of the drug fading slightly? *
She pointed to a spot beyond Alec's left shoulder.
"Well, I thought you were looking for some place to rest... 'Guess I was wrong!" She pouted and resumed walking.
Alec held her back, deepening the pain in his shoulder.
"Alright, smart girl... Let's go!"

The place looked like an old abandoned hotel. Not wanting to risk meeting anyone in the state they were in, they headed for the large storage area behind it.
Alec swore when he saw the lock on the door. He turned to Max who had her face turned towards the sun, eyes closed.

"Hey, I hate to disturb your stoned serenity but would you mind doing something with this!"

With his good arm he held the lock up so she could see what he wanted her to do.
The young woman smiled goofily and brought her hand to her head in a salute.

"I'm on it, Sir!"

"Shhhhh..." Alec rolled his eyes, praying that the place really was abandoned.
Max took the metallic object in her hands and studied it for a while.

"Huh, Max... Now would be a good time to open the damn door unless you want me to lose all my blood out here!"

She looked at him and winked.
"Oh, come on! You're such a Drama Queen sometimes!"

She pulled on the lock and broke it open.

***
She felt dizzy but sleep wouldn't come. She let her eyes wander to the lifeless form in front of her. She had made him remove his shirt so she could take a look at his wounds. Then she had shred some of her clothes, using them to stem the bleeding; Alec had fallen asleep straight after. The state of his shoulder bothered her but there was nothing more she could do.
The fuzzy feeling came back. She struggled not to let her mind drift away again.
Max sat back on her heels and took a deep breath.
When she looked back at Alec, she felt as if she was seeing him for the very first time.
He wasn't as robust as the men he was used to wrestling during his "Monty Cora" period. But he was muscular, and his legs were incredibly long. The golden hair, curling gently on his chest barely visible, becoming a downy halo on his arms. She reached out to feel the texture, then held back.
Her heartbeat accelerated but she didn't notice, too busy observing the man asleep in front of her.
She leaned closer to see his face. His mouth, relaxed, was full-lipped. This time her fingers were faster than her mind as they softly caressed the tender pink skin.
She brought a hand to her brow, as she felt unusually warm but shrugged the thought away remembering that they were in bloody Nevada after all.
Next, she touched his jaw and felt the rough stubble of new growth. Barely noticeable as it was so short.

He looked so young.

He turned his head, moaned, and muttered something unintelligible.
The wounds on his body had developed an unusual warmth and redness, and his shoulder was visibly swelling.
But Max knew better than to worry. With some rest and a little help from his enhanced metabolism, he should be up on his feet in an hour or so.

She went back to her contemplation. She couldn't help looking at him.
*For medical purposes only! * She told herself.
*Yeah, right...* The annoying voice answered back.
She wanted to look at him. She wanted to fill her eyes, to drink in the sight of perfection.
Her stomach churned. Her body quivered and her face grew warm.

"Oh, God! No!" She whispered suddenly.

It was time and she wasn't prepared for this.

Not with him in the same room.
And the remnants of the drug in her blood didn't help either.
She stood up and walked away from him, trying to come up with something.
"Max, you can do it! You're a soldier you know you're stronger than that!" She said out loud in an authoritative tone.
She closed her eyes and slowly breathed in the way Kendra had showed her years ago.

After a few minutes, she dropped on the floor and started to do push-ups.

***
His eyes fluttered to the sound of movement somewhere behind him. He brought a hand to his shoulder and was happy to find that it didn't hurt as much.
*Might have been the only good thing Sandeman had done for them...*
He could still hear the weird noise.
"Wush, 586! Wush, 587! Wush, 588! Wush..."
He turned around and almost laughed at the sight before him.
"Max, are you OK?"
The smile on his face disappeared as soon as he saw her eyes. The usual anger was replaced by something far scarier...
That's when he remembered.
Max stood up and bit her lower lip with a naughty grin.
"I've never felt better actually."
Alec tried to think of something to keep her away from him while a tempting scent assailed his nostrils. When she was a few feet away, he raised a hand in the air.
"Just stay where you are... I think it's best for both us."
She twisted a lock of hair around her index finger and dipped her head to one side.
"Come on Alec, I just want to take a look at that wound of yours!"
The young man eyed her suspiciously.
Max brought her hands to her thighs.
"Oh, please... Stop that, would you? We both know what's happening here. If you can deal with it, so can I."
She snorted. "Don't worry, mutilated guys ain't my type!"
She rapidly closed the distance between them to take a closer look. As she knelt beside him, he could feel her nearness like some palpable emanation. The smell of her body heating up and her mysterious female odour driving him insane.
He closed his eyes fiercely as she peeled off the home-made bandage.
Her fingers softly traced the wound on his shoulder.
"It doesn't look as bad anymore. I think you'll survive..." She swallowed hard.
When she looked at him again, her heart went frantic. He was fixing her in silence.
She was breathing faster, her face was flushed, and she felt so drawn to him.
"Max, you don't really want to do this." She heard him say in a very low tone.
"What if you're wrong?"
His hand was slowly caressing the side of her left arm.
"I'm not. Now, move before we start regretting anything we might do." Alec said lightly pushing her away.
He didn't know how long he would be able to resist touching her. He clenched his teeth, shaking with the strain of trying to maintain control.
He turned to the wall, hoping she would walk away.
He was proud of himself. He had acted responsibly for once. He sighed.

But then his body froze in shock.

Wet lips had made contact with his neck.

*God, no... Please don't do this to me! *

He turned around violently using all of his will to push her away one last time.
"Max..." His voice was caught in his throat as he met her eyes.
He saw the need and the urgency in them.
He didn't know whether to laugh or scream.
Once again he sighed.
"I'm just going to ask once. Is this really what you want?"
The only answer he got was a hard, mouth-bruising, desperate kiss. The next instant, she was on top of him, pulling on his zipper with frenzy.
Before she could achieve her goal, Alec grabbed her wrists.

*If they were going to do this, they'd have to play by his rules. *

He pushed her with gentle pressure, then stretched out beside her. Looking down at her, he placed his mouth on hers, lightly flicking his tongue along her lips. When his tongue sought entrance, she opened her mouth to receive it.
Then he traced her jaw with his lips, finding her ear he breathed his warm breath in it, nibbling on her lobe, moving to cover her throat with kisses and his questing tongue.

Her back arched up against his torso as she strained to reach him.
"Alec, please..." She needed him so badly it hurt.
"Shhh..." He put his thumb on her lips to calm her down.
The pheromones were bringing him to the verge of madness but looking at the whimpering form under him, he couldn't help wanting to make the moment last forever.
His hand ran under shirt, slowly caressing her back. He took a deep breath, reaching for control and pulled the piece of clothing above her head. It was rapidly followed by a black lacy bra.
He gasped in open-mouthed wonder at the woman beneath him. She smiled and pulled him into a kiss.
He caressed the side of her body, feeling the fullness of her breast, the dip of her waist, the smooth curve of her hip. In second’s, her pants were gone too.
She quivered under his touch. Sanity was rapidly leaving her. His hand brushed across her stomach to the turgid swelling of her breast, feeling her nipple harden in his palm. He sought the other breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
She let out a moan of pleasure, shaking her head from side to side.
"Max, look at me!" Alec said more harshly than he intended.
Heavy eyelids slowly opened up. The young man's heart skipped a beat.
Her dilated eyes, deep and soft, glowed with hidden fire, and seemed full, as though they might spill over.
He growled before tasting her lips once more. He nibbled her earlobe, then sucked it. He found the tender nerves of her neck and throat that excited chills in internal places never before reached.
His large, expressive, sensitive hands explored her, felt the silky texture of her hair, cupped her cheek and jaw, traced the contours of her shoulder and arm.
Her eyes were closed again, giving in to the sensation with rhythmic surges.
His warm mouth followed the path between her breasts and curved underneath one. He described circles with his tongue and felt the texture of her skin change when he reached the areola. She gasped when he drew her nipple into his mouth, and he felt a flush of heat throbbing in his loins. He sucked gently at first, but when she pushed herself up to him, he increased the suction. She breathed hard, moaned softly.
He stopped to look at her once more. He wanted all of her, all at once. He took her mouth, drew her tongue into his.
His hand caressed her stomach, her hip, her leg, then reached for her inner thigh. He met the soft fabric of her underwear which disappeared as fast as her other garments.
He cupped his hand over her mound of dark curls and felt a sudden damp warmth. The answering jolt in his groin caught him by surprise.
He moved over between her thighs playfully. She started breathing in mewing gasps; her back arched and tensed with anticipation.
He explored her tenderly, teasing her with his tongue, and with his skilled hands, reached inside her. She began to move against him, crying out and tossing her head, and he knew she was ready. He found the hard nub and began to work it, her breath coming faster, as his own thrusting manhood reacted eager to be inside her.
Then she cried out as she reached for him.
"If you make me wait any longer, I swear I'm gonna kill you!" Max said pushing her nails into the back of his neck.
She was beyond herself, beyond any knowing except him. She wanted him, like she had never wanted anyone. She wanted to feel his fullness inside her.
He was on her, slowly sliding in, he felt a surge that brought him to that inexpressible peak. Holding himself still he waited till it subsided, and then he plunged in again, deep; she embraced him, all of him.
He pulled out then pushed in again, and again, and again. He wanted to draw it out to make it last. He wanted it never to end, and yet he couldn't wait for it. With each powerful push, he felt closer. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they matched their timing and found their stride.
Breathing hard, they strained to meet at each strike, reaching, pulsing, all feeling concentrated. Then, almost unexpectedly, the intensity peaked. In a burst beyond them both, they reached the crest, and broke through with a spasm of joy.
*** He lay watching her, his head propped up in the palm of his hand, as the first sunlight of the morning crept by the roof. She stirred but didn’t wake. He pulled back the shirt that he had used to cover her and admired the sight that had taken his breath away the day before.
The nape of her neck, the smooth olive skin of her back, and the long shapely legs.
His hands were like a child’s that had opened a stocking full of presents and wanted to touch everything at once.
He smiled remembering the previous night’s events – the first moments of “shyness” and “awkwardness” of the afternoon had rapidly turned into a burst of wild and passionate love-making.
For Alec it had been a new experience. Although he had had sex more times than he cared to remember, it had never been with the same excitement.
He wasn't the player everybody thought he was but he was far from being a monk either. Seducing was something he enjoyed and, like any good X5, something he did perfectly.
But that night with Max had just been... Incomparable.

Had Manticore know all along they would be this good? Did it have something to do with their genetic coding?

The reason why they had been paired off as breeding partners.
He ran a hand through his hair. He didn't really know what he felt.
Feeling was something he thought he couldn't afford anymore.
His eyes roamed her face.
On a practical side, it was better it had happened with him and not some stranger she would have picked up just to fulfil her "cravings".

"Yeah, right. Keep telling that to yourself..." He whispered.

But he couldn't get enough of her. Whether it was her hormones calling out to him again or something else, he didn't know. His hands didn't care for an answer.
He ran his fingers down her shoulders to the arch of her back, hoping she would turn over. He moved a little closer, leaned across and began to circle her firm breast with a single finger. He heard her sigh, and this time she did turn and fall into his arms, her fingers clinging to his shoulder as he pulled her closer.
"You're better than any alarm clock I ever had..." Max said with a smile, not opening her eyes but appreciating every single caress on her body.
Alec bent his face to her ear and lightly bit her lobe.
"You're just saying that to get in my pants..." He said playfully, as he continued to stroke her skin.
Eyelids fluttered and dark pools of desire turned on him.
"So..." The young woman took one of his fingers in her mouth. "Does it work?”
Alec laughed lightly. "You're such a tease!"
Before she knew it, his mouth was on hers again, his tongue prodding, demanding.
She opened to him, her eyes and her thighs, then reached for him and guided him into her moist, inviting depths. She gasped as he entered her, and heard an almost strangled moan, then she felt his shaft sink in to fill her, as she strained to him.
He felt her warm folds embrace him fully, and almost at that first instant, reached his peak. For a moment, he struggled to hold back, to exercise the control he was so accustomed to, then he let go. He plunged in, and again, and once more, and then with an inexpressible shudder, he felt a rising peak of wonder, and cried out her name.
Max was beyond herself, beyond any knowing, except him. His fingers seemed to be all over her, bringing her to the edge.
Alec shifted, then with a groan, buried his face in her neck and held her as he lay still, spent.
The young woman ran her hand in his hair and pushed his neck down to give him a delicate and tender kiss.
Replete and satiated, she slowly drifted back to sleep.

***
Max woke very lazily from the most delightful dream and was met by the silvery glow of the Moon.
She didn't know how long they had been lying naked among the forgotten furniture but she didn't really care.
She could still feel cool lips against warm, sleepy skin. Delicious. Soft hair brushing her belly. Mmmm.
And a scrubby chin burying itself deeply into the flesh at the very top of her legs.
And that tongue was doing unbelievable things now that it was lapping its way closer to the centre of her sensations.
*Oh, God...* was the only thought that crossed her mind before she was hit by an unbelievably huge wave of pleasure.
***

*Empty*

Alec flashed his eyes open and turned his head to the side.

*Gone*

He sighed and slowly got up, wincing at the numbness in his shoulder. But the bleeding had completely stopped which was the only good news of the day.
He picked up his neatly folded shredded clothes that Max had left at his feet.
A small piece of paper was on top of the pile.
Under other circumstances, he would have smiled.
Not completely sure about what to expect he held the paper in his hand, curiosity getting the better of him he opened it,: Back to HQ.

Cool, uncaring, unemotional.

So much for a lover's tender words.

Fun time was over... The real Max was back.

God only knew how she'd deal with what had happened between them.
He sighed.
She'd never look at it as a simple matter of nature.
She was in heat. He was there to take her through it. End of story.
But, no... She'd be down the guilt road again.
Max the martyr.

It was just sex.

*Yeah, and Hell is just a sauna...*

***
Max arrived at Terminal City the following night. She crossed the main entrance without giving a single glance to her surroundings.
The guarding sentinel of X6s gave her a strange look but didn't dare to question her.
She went straight to her quarters and crashed on her bed, arm covering her eyes.
"God, what have I done?" She whispered.
Images of the previous nights flashed through her mind. Even after too many hours on her motorbike beneath the sun, she could still smell his scent on her.
She needed a shower. She had to erase the last reminders of what had happened.
But she couldn't move. Her body was aching all over from too much exertion.
She almost smiled and chastised herself for it.
In only three days she had forgotten about her mission, her people, her brother and... Logan. How could she face all those people?
Now she remembered why she hated being in heat. It turned her into a beast with no regard for the consequences of her actions.
Tears began to roll down her cheek. And Alec hadn't been of much help either.
But deep inside her she knew she was being unfair.
She sighed. A picture of his face ran forming in her mind.

*Ben*

She suddenly sat up on her bed.

When she had arrived at the motel, the team was gone.
Not a word left behind. Standard procedure.
An uneasy feeling began creep up her spine.
She had to make sure he was ok.

***
DeDe was checking the transfusion bag when Max eventually reached the room.
"Oh, it's you!" DeDe said without her usual cheerfulness. She rubbed her eyes and tucked her hair away from her face.
She looked tired, Max thought.
"So how is he?" The young woman said, sitting at the end of the bed.
"Well, I don't have to tell you he was pretty bad when the guys got him here. The blood kept seeping out from under the bandage on his stomach; the bones in his fingers were all crushed, the marks on his back and the screaming... God, the screaming..." DeDe shook her head. "I didn't even know where to start."
Max took her brother's hand and brought it to her face.
"Thank you." A tear drop landed on the white sheet.
The doctor laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, come on. It's OK now. It looks worse than it is. He's your brother. He'll make it. Honest."
The other woman just kept her eyes on the unconscious face in front of her.
"I should have been here." She said at last.
"There's nothing you could have done. And considering your situation..."
Max shot her head up.
"What?!?" Panic was slowly taking over. *How could she know?*
"Well, I figured that was why you went missing these past three days when you were supposed to meet the guys back in that seedy hotel... You, know, the Heat. I thought that maybe you felt it coming and decided to lock yourself up in some dark place in the middle of the desert to make sure you wouldn't do anything silly or something like that."
The transgenic cleared her throat and looked away.
"Yeah, something like that..."
DeDe's face lit up with a smile.
"See, you had no choice." She unclipped the board at the foot of her patient's bed and started scribbling some figures. "Now I wonder what Alec’s excuse is! ’Must have met some chick and lost track of time."
The woman didn't seem to notice her friend's discomfort.
"Anyway, I hope he's OK. Dalton told me he was in a bad shape when you split up. Was he better when you left him?"
The memory of soft skin on her own started to play in her head.
"Huh, yeah... He looked pretty fine to me."
DeDe started to giggle as she put the board back down.
"What?" Max asked with a questioning glare.
"Nothing... It's just that Alec ALWAYS looks FINE. To men and women alike!"

***
She left Ben's side at sunrise. He was still unconscious but at least his breathing was steady and his nightmares appeared less intense.
She took a much needed shower and changed into fresh clothes. Work was still waiting for her.
As she was going over the supply list one more time, she heard a light knock on the door.

"What?"

Logan pushed the door and entered.
"Well, aren't we a little grumpy today?" He said with a little smile.
Max looked at him sternly.
" Yeah, well, sorry... Some people call it 'trying to concentrate'!"
"Easy, tiger..." Logan let out, the silly smile still on his face. "I just wanted to check on you, see how you were doing. ’Heard you only arrived back yesterday, what happened?"
His expression changed to one of concern.
Max dropped on her chair and rubbed the side of her head.
"Listen, I don't have time for this. I'm tired, hungry and way behind schedule on everything else..." She sighed seeing the hurt in Logan's eyes. "I just don't feel like socialising or talking right now."
"Well, I think I've got something that might cheer you up!"
He took a small vial out of his pocket. Max stared at the glowing blue liquid for a few seconds before realising what it was.
She looked at the man in front of her in amazement.
"Oh, God! Is that what I think it is?"
Logan only nodded.
The dark haired woman brought a hand to her mouth and closed her eyes. A single tear drop slid down her cheek.
She felt a gloved hand on her suddenly cold one.
"Yes, we finally did it!" The man smiled. The emotion was too much for her...
He gently cupped her face and stared at her with tenderness.
Max could see love pouring out of those sparkling blue eyes and it broke her heart.

*How could I betray this man!*

And suddenly she lost control. The tears came flowing like never before. Her body shaking all over.
“Shhhhh...” Logan said. “It’s alright. I couldn’t quite believe it myself.”
He wanted to take her in his arms and cuddle her. But he couldn’t. Yet.
So he did the only thing that he knew would comfort her. He just looked at her with tenderness.

“I love you.”

And with those three words, Max’s heart was crushed a little more.

“Logan, listen... I have to tell you... ”

The door was suddenly swung wide open. Smiling hazel eyes meeting dark ones.

“Oops, sorry... I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

Logan stepped back and sighed.

“Even if you were I’m sure you wouldn’t really care.”

Max didn’t utter a word. All she could do was stare at the new-comer.
Obviously he had just arrived.
He hadn’t taken the time to change or shave. His clothes were tainted with dried blood and he looked tired and beaten.
But what worried her most were the twists she felt in her stomach.
During the few moments she had had on her own since she had returned, she had wondered how she would react at their next confrontation. What it would feel like. If she would want to shout, slap him or to cry.
She was not in heat anymore. Her mind was free and clear.

Yet she slowly realised the awful truth.

She still wanted him.