Fic: DA (AmesxAlec): Pheromones [2/2] | NC-17 | 18220 words
Pheromones Part 2
See Part 1 for header information.
Alec strains uselessly against the shackles again, trying to fool himself into believing they’re actually starting to give. He has to eventually give up, though, panting and cursing whoever had installed them. Apparently White wasn’t fucking around.
Except, of course, for the ‘fucking’ part. Alec groans, throwing himself onto his back and banging his head against the mattress. It’d almost be enough to make one cry if the sex wasn’t so damn good. Alec’s not even sure what happened to get him to this point. All he can really remember is scoring a good deal on some cigars for Mole over the phone and then boom, he’d been flat on the pavement, writhing and desperate to fuck. Kind of mortifying, actually. Alec has flashes of hands touching him all over and knowing how desperate he was to get them to touch him some more and then the next thing he knew, Ames White was on top of him and despite his horror, Alec couldn’t stop humping him.
And now he has White’s come leaking out of his ass. Alec squirms uncomfortably. He can still feel it inside him and he knows exactly what it’s doing to the bedsheet that he’s still going to have to lay on. It’s enough to make his skin crawl and yet for some fucked-up reason, he kind of likes it.
It’s just all shot to shit. FUBAR. What the hell was wrong with him anyway? He’s all too aware of how much he enjoyed having White’s dick up his ass and it’s beyond shameful. The only thing Alec can really do is be grateful Manticore had thoroughly prepared him to be fucked by random men-if not necessarily one of his worst enemies-because otherwise, he might have snapped before now.
Alec groans when the thought of Manticore crosses his mind because he can’t help but wonder what the fuck they did to him. It had to be them. There’s nobody else and White was genuinely clueless-not that Alec’s going to fully believe the act, but still. White was right to throw the ‘heat cycle’ comment in his face because going by the evidence that’s exactly what this seems like. Which is absolutely ridiculous because he’s never had a heat cycle before. Being male and all. Alec has a horrible thought and while he knows it’s not true, he still has to glance down to check. “Oh, thank you…” he breathes, seeing that, yes, all of his parts are still attached.
He squirms, testing the shackles again and giving up with a sigh. Apparently he was stuck here until White decided to come back. And fuck him again. Alec scowls at the fact that he’s currently only one step above being a blow-up doll. Yeah, he hadn’t wanted to leave Manticore because, hey, he’d had a sweet deal going, but he had to be admit, he certainly didn’t miss some of their nastier habits-though admittedly habits he hadn’t even found out were nasty until he’d been loosed upon the real world-but right now, it feels like he’s right back in.
The only thing Alec can currently do is hope for a damn rescue and fat chance of that actually happening. The only people in the world who would even remotely care if he disappeared didn’t have a clue where he was at. There were about five people who might give a damn about him and Alec knew that none of them were riding to his rescue. He bites his lip, chewing on it as he thinks. There’s not even anything useable within reaching distance. The only thing he’s got to work with is the hard shackles, a lumpy mattress, a thin sheet and his own naked body and none of those things were looking to be the least bit useful.
To top everything off, Alec’s cold. White had left him chained to a bed naked in what Alec can only assume is an abandoned building and he’s pretty sure that the rotten motherfucker didn’t bother to turn on the heat. It’s just a little bit of discomfort, but it’s another thing on Alec’s long list of complaints at the moment.
Also up there is the fact that-damn it-he’s actually looking forward to White coming back and fucking his brains out. That had to be nine kinds of sick, right there. Alec gives a vengeful jerk to his chains and scoots up to sit beside where they’re hooked into the wall. That right there is the number one reason he’s got to get out of here. Somehow.
He pushes against the cement wall, sighing when it doesn’t give an inch. He even jiggles the hook that the chains are attached to, tries to stretch the links again. Nothing. “Fuck.” Looks like he’s stuck here for the duration. The least the bastard could have done was left him a magazine or something. The only thing Alec has to do at the moment is sleep (which, no thanks, he’s already done enough of that today) or jerk off (again, no thanks, he’s pretty sure his dick is going to start chafing). He leans back against the wall and stares at the door that White had left through just an hour or so ago.
When White comes back, Alec’s going to kill him. He’s not sure how but he’s pretty sure it’s going to happen. He doesn’t care if he has to snap the bastard’s neck with his legs. “This is not how you win friends and influence people!” Alec shouts to the empty room.
The only good news is-wait. No, scratch that. Alec can’t even say that the overwhelming lust searing through his higher functions and freewill is gone because fucking A, it’s back. He squirms as he feels his cock start to harden, trying so hard to ignore its insistent demands. No, he’s stronger than this, damn it. Mind over matter, right? Mind over fucking matter and he’s so fucking hard, he’s just going to scrunch up and die.
Alec curls in on himself, whimpering helplessly and desperately wishing for someone to touch him. It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all.
When Ames comes back, he’s finds his new pretty little sex toy strung out with need on the bed, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Not that Ames is looking much better-6 hours away, though an abbreviated day for him usually, was just too damn long. He’d already been stripping in the car ride over. 494 turns to stare directly at him, whimpering as he spreads his legs in invitation and begs wordlessly to be fucked by lifting up his hips. It hits Ames right in the gut, knocking the breath out of him and he’s operating on sheer instinct when he strides over and climbs on top of the bed. He’s going to claim this fuckable creature and he’s going to do it now.
494 gasps and arches for him, begging to be touched and Ames isn’t about to deny him. He skims his hands down 494’s sides, running his fingers over smooth, smooth skin. The transgenic whines, his legs falling even wider as if that were possible and Ames can’t help himself. He dives downward, licking at 494’s collarbone and then down to suck on a nipple. The boy still tastes just as sweet as Ames remembers from this morning, his sobs sounding just as nice.
Deciding to put them both out of their misery, Ames hurriedly retrieves the bottle of lube he’d left on the floor earlier and slathers himself up. The both moan when he thrusts in, smooth and easy, and 494’s legs wrap around Ames’s waist in an effort to keep him there. “Fuck yeah…” Ames says, starting to pound away. It feels so fucking nice, he’s pretty sure he’s going to explode. He runs his hands up over 494’s body, watching with no small amount of fascination and desire how the boy just pushes into every touch, like a cat being petted. Wasn’t the X5 series based on cats? It shows.
Abandoning all pretense of dignity-he’s already in bed with a transgenic, he can’t exactly sink much lower-Ames presses his entire body to 494’s, listening to the boy pant and whine with the increased skin contact. 494 retightens his legs and leans up to lick the side of Ames’s face. Ames draws back, startled by the wetness sliding across his cheek but 494 follows him, repeating the motion. Instead of pulling back again, though, Ames just turns his face and catches the boy in an open-mouthed kiss, his own tongue battling 494’s and dominating it. 494 mewls into Ames mouth and he shudders. With a jolt, Ames realizes that the transgenic is coming and he groans, pushing his tongue further into 494’s mouth. 494 welcomes him eagerly if tiredly, swirling his tongue with Ames’s and sucking on it. Pretty little fucker, Ames thinks and comes himself.
He keeps kissing 494 as he orgasms and the contrary transgenic seems content to let him for the moment. He finishes with a small jerk and that’s when 494 finally turns his head. Wanting more of the sweet taste, though, Ames grips the transgenic’s face and brings him back towards Ames, gluing their mouths together again. 494 struggles underneath him, twisting as he tries to kick Ames in the side and Ames finally breaks the liplock to glare. “What’s the problem this time?” he snipes.
494 won’t meet his eyes, staring at a wall instead. “Don’t,” he says.
Ames raises an eyebrow and strokes down 494’s face. “Don’t?”
494 tosses his head, jerking away from Ames hand. “Don’t,” he repeats and Ames gets it.
“Oh, so we’re okay with the whole fucking part but we’d rather it would just be anonymous?” 494 still won’t make eye contact and Ames wrenches the transgenic’s head back so he has no choice. “Well, tough shit,” Ames snarls, “because I don’t do anonymous fucks.” He kisses 494 again, forceful and with just enough teeth to get his point across, ignoring how the transgenic fights him. When he breaks again, 494 is glaring up in frustration and, oddly enough, looking close to tears. Fascinated, Ames pauses to stare. He’s not exactly in the habit of keeping company with transgenics-especially the irritating one he’s currently bedding-but he hadn’t thought anything like this would have bothered 494 quite so badly. Not with all of Manticore’s rumored training practices and the fact that 494 was supposed to be something akin to an undercover assassin.
“You’re such a bastard,” 494 hisses and turns away again.
Ames shrugs. Maybe he is. Feeling oddly uncomfortable with the overall mood of the room, Ames pushes himself up off of 494. The transgenic wastes his chance and doesn’t bother to attack Ames like Ames was expecting, just lays there against the bed. Most likely feeling sorry for himself and Ames tries not to think too hard about how that comment bothers him. He turns and heads out of the room, grabbing his pants on the way by.
It’s been two days since the transgenic has had food or water and Ames knows that if he’s going to be keeping the little freak around that is definitely something that he’s going to have to consider. Right now, he knows that 494’s not going to be overly appreciative of Ames bringing him food but he’s just going to have to deal with it. He picks up the few bags of take-out that he’d picked up on his way over and had deliberately left outside due to the possibility-slim though it was-of walking in to a fight with a pissed off transgenic. Ames is sure he could take X5-494 even handicapped by holding food, but it’s not something he’s absolutely dying to test.
494 doesn’t acknowledge Ames when he comes back in but that’s fine because Ames knows that he’ll acknowledge at least the boxes of Sesame Chicken soon enough. The transgenic might be prideful and stubborn but he wasn’t stupid. Ames sets the bag on the bed by 494’s head. “Eat,” he orders.
494 stares blankly at the bag before flicking his eyes up to Ames. “How am I supposed to do that?” he asks, hands twitching in their cuffs.
Ames snorts. “You’re restrained not immobilized.” As long as the transgenic didn’t expect too much dignity, he could still feed himself. “Unless you prefer me to feed you?”
494 gives him a sour look and sits up, maneuvering himself close to the wall and the bag as Ames smirks. Apparently the feeding option was off the table, which was almost too bad. 494 fumbles a box of the Chinese out of the bag, opening it and staring hungrily. He glances over at Ames, taking a split second to decide if this is a particularly cruel trick or not before deciding it doesn’t matter and digging in. Ames winces at the not exactly neat table manners but considering he’s got the transgenic chained to a wall, he supposes he doesn’t have much room to talk.
He’s still possessed, though, by the inexplicable urge to touch the transgenic and so he steps closer. 494 eyes him warily but doesn’t stop chowing down, probably used to his food being taken away if he’s too slow, like a dog with its dinner dish. Ames reaches a hand out and strokes it lightly through 494’s hair. It’s longer than it was when he first met him, probably to more effectively hide the bar code now that the general public is aware of what that particular tattoo means. 494 growls and jerks his head away but he doesn’t stop shoveling the food in his face to tell Ames off. And it’s not like he has anywhere he can particularly go. Ames repeats the motion noting with amusement how the transgenic doesn’t bother to protest this time. The boy’s hair is soft beneath his hand and Ames decides he likes how it feels, starting to pet the transgenic like he would the cat who’s DNA went into making the freak.
The newly emptied take-out box hits the floor as 494 tosses it over his shoulder and Ames opens his mouth to yell at him for being a slob when he realizes that the transgenic is leaning into his touch and starting to whine in his throat. The delicious scent that Ames recognizes as 494 in lust is filling the room again as well and Ames mouth goes dry. He tightens his hand into a fist, no longer stroking the boy’s hair but gripping it and 494 moans in arousal, submitting completely as Ames tilts his head backward.
God yes.
Ames drops to his knees on the bed-it’s filthy by now and completely ruining his pants but at this point who the fuck cares-and pulls 494 into a kiss. The stubborn little bastard doesn’t fight him in the slightest, just letting him take and God but it’s good. Ames raises a hand to cup the X5’s face, tilting it to the right angle as he chases the taste of chicken and something he's starting to identify as just pure 494.
Ames is cock is trying to valiantly fill and he’s definitely interested but he’s not as young as he used to be-fuck but it irks him to admit that-and all he’s really getting is a light twitch in his pants. Fuck. 494’s still bending sweetly under him though, going willing onto his back with only a little coaxing pressure and Ames is going to go crazy if he doesn’t get the damn transgenic to stop putting off that scent.
He runs his hands down 494’s body, over his chest and vulnerable belly to down between his legs. 494 whimpers and thrusts against Ames’s hand, wordlessly begging again. “Fucking insatiable,” Ames murmurs, breaking away to peer at 494’s gorgeously desperate face. He skims his palm over 494’s cock, watching the boy jerk and shiver with the motion before wrapping his hand completely around it. 494 gasps and, spurred on, Ames starts to move his hand in an all too familiar motion lately, even if it does feel a bit odd from this angle. He swipes his thumb over the head after each upstroke, loving the way 494 moans every time.
Ames slides to lie beside the transgenic as his hand keeps working on 494’s cock. The boy’s perfect lips are open as he pants and as soon as Ames is settled, 494 captures him in a kiss. Ames moans and kisses him back and before long, the boy is shuddering through another orgasm. He coats Ames hand as he spills and Ames grimaces at the odd yet familiar feel of slick come on his skin. He wonders what it tastes like, if the boy tastes like normal or if his spunk would be as inhumanly sweet as the rest of him.
As soon as he thinks the thought, Ames is smacking himself upside the head but he’s already bringing his hand to his mouth. He stops just shy of his lips, staring at his semen-covered hand for a moment before pulling it back away. 494, though, is staring intently at him now and biting his lip, obviously anxious for Ames to go through with the motion. Instead, Ames moves his hand to 494’s mouth, pressing the coated fingers against the transgenic’s plush lips. Keeping eye contact, 494 opens willingly, taking in three of Ames’s fingers at once. Ames groans, watching his hand getting sucked clean and Christ this is nine kinds of wrong but it feels so damn good.
He loves the way that 494’s using his tongue to make sure he gets every last drop, licking his own essence off Ames hand. It makes Ames wonder again how that talented mouth would feel around his cock but for the moment, he’s just content to lay here and let 494 suck.
Except Ames still wants to know…would it taste just as good as the rest of the man?
494 whines when Ames takes his hand away but Ames ignores him, bringing his hand up to his own face to lick the rest of the jizz off his palm. 494 moans, deep and low and guttural, sounding like he just got punched and Ames can’t stop his answering vocalization because damn. Just damn.
494 jumps when Ames swipes a finger over the head of his spent cock, wiping off the residual jizz and bringing it up to his mouth. The chains rattle as he desperately yanks on them but from the way he’s staring at Ames, Ames knows it’s not an attempt to escape. It’s an attempt to get closer.
Before Ames can fully think through what he’s doing, he’s getting up to get the key and unlocking 494’s shackles. 494 watches him patiently and as soon as he’s free, he pounces, rolling Ames onto his back. Ames stares up at the beautiful creature on top of him, his hands coming to settle on 494’s slim hips and 494 shudders. “Fuck,” the transgenic whispers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Ames was pretty sure they were on the same page. His own cock had made a full recovery and was anxious to help 494 out with his newest problem. “Pretty little slut,” Ames says and guides 494 back, coaxing him to sit on his cock. He slides in as smooth as ever, 494 still slick from before, and the pretty freak keens as he starts to ride Ames’s dick. “Yeah,” Ames says encouragingly, reaching up to thumb over a pink nipple. 494 shivers at that and lets loose the prettiest little moan so Ames just has to repeat the motion.
Even though he’s come three times since Ames got home, the boy’s dick is flushed red as it sits long and stiff on Ames’s chest, bouncing with each thrust the boy does. 494’s legs are working hard to either side of Ames’s hips, propelling him up and down, fucking himself so nicely. Ames groans, feeling his balls draw in tight. Who knew he’d like the freak taking the lead so much? It’s fucking hot as hell and Ames thinks that they’re definitely going to have to try this one again. A lot.
He’s not going to come alone, either, so Ames fists 494’s cock, his fingers sliding over it familiarly now, quickly re-finding all the little sweet spots he’d discovered before. 494’s eyes open wide as he stares down at Ames and then he’s coming, spurting all over Ames chest. He still keeps rocking though, still keeps fucking himself but all it takes is a few more thrusts and Ames is over the edge too, groaning as he shoots into the boy’s ass.
“Oh, fuck…” Ames swears, his head lolling from the strength of his orgasm. The world seems to be spinning and tilting just slightly off center but damned if he knows how to fix it. Not that he actually cares to, what with his body being so pleasantly content. His dick is sliding free of the wet hot heat of before, though, and Ames is sure as hell going to protest that. “What the fuck…?” He tries to sit up but by the time he manages, 494 is already gone.
Ames’s rational mind snaps back into place and he glances frantically around the room but no, the damn freak’s long gone, no doubt putting all that transgenic speed to good use. “Fuck!” Ames swears, slamming his fist down on the filthy bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” What kind of hormone-driven moron, was he? Unlocking a prisoner like that? He’s losing his goddamned mind! Ames scrubs a hand through his hair, pulling at it just for the bit of pain shooting through his scalp. Christ, he was worse than an incompetent rookie. Matter of fact, he’d actually lost the transgenic that his rookies had managed to catch and just how pathetic was that?
And he’s covered with the freak’s spunk. Ames scrapes a wad of transgenic jizz off his chest, glaring at it distastefully but before he can stop himself, he’s already thrust it into his mouth. His eyes flutter helplessly and he moans because Christ, that shouldn’t taste so good. God, he’s beyond pathetic.
Disgusted at himself, Ames pulls the finger out and shoves himself to his feet. He starts gathering his clothes because he’s got a transgenic to catch and with any luck, people are going to notice the naked teenager streaking through their midst.
Three days later, Ames is climbing the goddamned wall. 494’d managed to safely evade him and, judging by the latest freak press conference, he’s happily holed back up in Terminal City. He’d been standing there on the TV, right behind X5-452, looking just as delicious as when he’d left Ames. Well plus a few clothes. Otto’s been giving him a few suspicious looks since then but luckily none of the other men even remember the hot piece of ass they’d been panting after earlier in the week.
Ames wishes he was in the same boat. Instead, though, he can still remember everything from the way 494 tastes, to how he feel so hot and tight around Ames cock, even right down to the delicious little noises he makes when he comes. FUCK! He’s no where near the damn freak, certainly not within reach of his freakish pheromones but Ames can still feel him-or at least something like him-itching through his skin. Goddamn it. And it’s only gotten worse as the days have gone by. He feels like a fox caught in a trap though if he were that, Ames knows he would have gnawed off his own leg days ago.
Matter of fact, it’s gotten so damn bad that Ames technically broke a day ago, sending Otto off on a wild goose chase to find him some straggling Manticore geek to possibly fix him. He can’t take anymore of this. He thought he’d be able to fuck his inexplicable obsession out but obviously that had failed and ‘taking a little time’ isn’t doing much better.
It’s in that state of mind that Ames storms into the interrogation room that’s currently holding a scared witless former scientist turned beach bum. Stupid fuck should have flown the country instead of just heading to California. Ames slams the door behind him, locking it because like hell they’re going to be disturbed (and doesn’t THAT just sound awfully familiar), and strides to the middle of the room where the skinny little geek is sitting in his chair shaking like a leaf. Ames glares down at him. “You’ve read the report,” Ames says. It’s not a question. The man swallows and nods, but, like Ames said, it wasn’t a question. “Tell me how to fix it.”
If it’s possible, the man looks even more terrified. Ames needs answers, though, not fear. “Tell me now, Doctor, before I decide to do something…drastic.” Like maybe saw off a leg. That sounded like fun. And it would be so eerily like how Ames is feeling right now. Let’s here it for sublimation.
“It-it-it-it wasn’t meant to be used,” the man stutters and Ames waits impatiently for him to get on with it, his hand making a circling ‘go on’ motion. “It looked great on paper but it utterly failed in the field test and it was discontinued.”
“What was discontinued?” Ames demands.
“The drug!” The man points to a particular paper in his lap. “The treatment! It wasn’t safe!”
“Drug for what?”
The doctor swallows and by God, is he blushing? “Mating transgenics…” he mumbles.
Ames couldn’t have heard that right. He puts a hand to his ear. “What was that?”
“Mating transgenics!” the scientist blurts out. “We were having a hard time certain specimens to breed so we figured we’d help nature out a little only there were…complications.”
Such as everyone in a five mile radius being affected like a small nuclear-fucking-bomb going off, transgenic or not. “You couldn’t control it.”
“No,” the man says miserably. “We’d give it to one transgenic and suddenly every single one of them would be sniffing after the affected specimen, male or female.”
“Or non-transgenic,” Ames notes sharply and the doctor shrinks in on himself.
“Yes. The affected specimen had to be a transgenic but those it attracted…didn’t.”
Fucking socially outcast freaks. Only a lonely lab tech would ever think to cook up something like this. “So how does it work?” Ames demands. “Better yet, how do I fix it?”
“You don’t,” the scientist wails, trying to sink into his chair. Ames clenches his jaw, trying so hard to hear the man out but he’s fast losing patience and he might just have to do something. “It’s non-reversible! What it does is attracts a mate and then hooks them for life. It’s what it’s designed to do!”
Ames glowers. This is not sounding like anything he wants to hear. “How does it ‘hook’ them?”
“Through the sexual fluids.” The man sighs and throws out his hands as he decides to start from the beginning. “At first we thought it wasn’t too bad, you know? Because yeah, it made everyone and their mother want a piece of the affected transgenic but all it took was them achieving orgasm once and then it was over! The pheromones were gone, caput! We actually thought it was a failure.” Ames’s brain is cranking along at 80 mph, desperately whirling back the days. Well that certainly explained why Otto and the rest of the men hadn’t been affected anymore after Ames wild romp with X5-494. But that still left… “Then we found out that apparently they were all released in the first time sexual fluids. And…and whoever touched them, well…it was more like the affected transgenic’s pheromones changed and became more selective and whoever touched the fluids would become a specialized receptacle for them.”
Ames blinked, grimaced, and then glared at the shivering scientist. “So you’re telling me that one of your freaks gave me a STD? That you cooked up?”
The scientist’s eyes widened. “The report didn’t say anything about it being you-”
Fuck. “Because it’s not important!” Ames roars. “Tell me how to fix it!”
“I already said that you can’t!” The man’s vocal range is going up into a supersonic screech in his terror. Fucking annoying. “The mates were picked for life and their entire body chemistry changed. It changed!”
“And so none of you geeks thought to whip up an antidote?” Ames demands.
“No! Because it was discontinued!”
“Why?”
“Because it was beyond permanent!” the man shouts, waving his arms again. “We only gave it to two females who both chose mates. One died on her next mission and her mate went berserk.”
Oh, this just got better and better, didn’t it? “Berserk?” Ames hisses.
“He lost his mind! He had to be terminated because we just couldn’t control him. Millions of dollars down the drain…” The man puts his head in his hands and rocks back and forth like all that lost money is the worst thing that ever came out of this failed experiment. Ames wants to put him through a wall. “We tried to find to a cure to salvage the other two specimens before the same could happen again but everything was unsuccessful.”
“So you ‘terminated’ them as well, did you, Doctor?” ‘Termination’ was definitely not on the table of accepted endings here.
“No,” the doctor moaned. “They tried to escape before we could and the X7s put them down.”
Ames scrubs a hand over his face. “I’m sure you’re aware, Doctor, that death isn’t an option in this case?”
“There’s no other cure,” the man whispers and Ames leans down to make his next words crystal clear.
“Doctor, I might not be able to kill you, but I assure you there are worse things I can do. You might need that fine brain of yours, but don’t need both your legs, do you?” The man sobs but Ames isn’t swayed towards sympathy in the slightest, smacking him lightly in the face to stop the heavier blubbering. “Now tell me some better news.”
“In a few months you’ll be past the infatuation stage?” the man tries.
Ames glowers. “What the fuck does that mean?”
The scientist wipes his nose on his sleeve. “It, uh, means you’ll be able to separate for longer periods of time without feeling like you’re missing half your body.”
Ames chews on that little bit of information for awhile, tossing it around in his head. So maybe if he could just last out these few months, he could have something resembling his normal life back. He’d have to re-secure X5-494, of course, because one, there was no possible way Ames was actually going to last that long without banging the irresistible bastard in the meantime and two, he didn’t want to think of the consequences if the freak were to up and die on him.
Except the doctor’s continuing on. “Just for a few hours at a time,” he mumbles, “and you’ll…” he stops himself from finishing, biting his lip and looking very sorry he’d opened his mouth again.
Ames isn’t letting him get away with it, however. “I’ll what?” he asks sharply.
“You’ll, uh, start identifying with the transgenic more. It’s, uh, moods and feelings and well, being its mate.”
That sounded suspicious like… “Are you saying I’m going to fall in love with the damn freak?” he snaps.
The doctor shrinks even more in on himself. “Kind of? The chemical equivalent?”
Ames doesn’t consider himself to blame for the fact that he shoots the man. Though Otto certainly tries to chew him out, not that Ames is listening. He’s too busy plotting how the fuck he’s going to kidnap his ‘new bride’ out from under X5-452’s thumb.
It takes Ames about two weeks to the day after that to cave and admit defeat. 494, a known transgenic vagabond if there ever was one, seems to be unusually content to just sit tight in Terminal City so Ames hasn’t had a chance to catch him on the outside. All of his schemes, as well, have fallen through, the army absolutely refusing to move in and just take over the damn place so Ames is left with no other option. The Conclave is breathing down his neck as well to just wrap this whole thing up already and he knows he’s only one misstep away from being assassinated. To make matters worse, though, Otto turned against him and now he’s officially an enemy of the NSA. Son of a bitch. Ames should have shot the bastard back when he had the chance.
To be fair, it wasn’t all Otto’s fault. He’d be caught with his hand in the cookie jar as well and it was either squeal or get sent to prison for life himself. So he’d done the exact same thing Ames would have done and Ames, if he’s honest with himself, is actually kind of proud. He’s made a mental note to bust Otto out of the low-security prison they’re currently holding him in until they manage to catch Ames. Ames is never actually going to let the inept NSA catch him, so there’s a strong possibility that Otto could be in there for a very long time.
Oh yeah, did he mention how because of the whole NSA debacle, the Conclave wants him up for “re-evaluation”? And Ames knows exactly what his chances are with that.
The only good thing the past two weeks have brought him is the body of the renegade scientist that he’s sure is responsible for originally infected 494. The man had apparently had no clue what he’d done, as he’d not been one of the original scientists to develop the drug. No, the dumb fuck had just found it and decided to test it out. He was now outside Seattle in a rather shallow grave. Ames certainly hoped he liked it.
So really, he’s got nothing left to lose when he captures a rogue freak on his own and uses it as a bargaining chip to get Eyes Only to patch him into Terminal City on the down low. Well, as much on the down low as possible. Eyes Only, of course, isn’t stupid, so Ames is sitting alone in a room with some equipment having never even seen the guy. It doesn’t matter, though, because for Ames, Eyes Only is not a priority any more. He’s so far off the priority scale, he’s not even a blip on Ames’s personal radar. Merely just a means to an end.
Ames knows that he looks like shit. He hasn’t slept since X5-494 escaped no matter how hard he’s tried to pretend otherwise. He’s done nothing but fucking pine and he just can’t take it anymore. He’d be climbing the gates to Terminal City right now if he’d think it would get him anything but shot.
So he’s sitting in the room, impatiently waiting for X5-452 to decide she’s okay with Ames talking to 494 like her opinion might actually be worth a shit. She’s given him the whole tenth degree, drilling him relentless on why he might want to talk to 494, or ‘Alec’ as she insists that he call him. Throughout the entire conversation, Ames’s tried so hard to be patient, to not yell at her to get her bitchy but oh so lovely ass off his screen and put on the one he was calling for because he knows that’s not going to get him anywhere but shut down.
When she finally relents, though, and 494-Alec-slides into view, Ames can kind of understand why she was wearing him down. The boy looks like Hell warmed over. His skin is sallow and his hair is in sweaty chunks. His pretty green eyes are sunken into the his face and just look haunted. Ames feels his heart start to break and hates himself for it even though he can’t help it. “Christ…” he breathes.
“You bastard…” 494 slurs. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
“Have you been eating?” Ames demands, ignoring the question.
“No,” the transgenic replies simply.
“494-”
“Alec,” 494 cuts in.
Ames sighs and rolls his eyes but God, whatever. “Alec,” he says and promptly ignores how much he seems to like how the name sounds on his tongue.
“What did you do to me?” Alec repeats.
Ames wrestles with all the different ways he could answer that question before he decides to just go with the approach he knows best-blunt and to the point. “We’re apparently now life-partners. Congratulations, honey,” he says sarcastically.
“Very funny. I’m sure your career as a comedian will take off just as soon as find a different sense of humor you sick fuck.”
“No, actually,” Ames says, staring at the screen. “I was being serious.” Alec’s jaw drops open to protest but Ames continues right along. “Found an ex-Manticore scientist to scrutinize me from every angle possible and he filled me in on a little known experiment.”
“Which was?” Alec rasps.
“Artificially creating relationships between transgenics.”
Alec looks confused, pouting out his lower lip in a way that makes Ames want to kiss him through the screen. Christ. “You’re not a transgenic.”
“Yeah,” Ames deadpans. “Which would be one of the many reasons the experiment was discontinued.”
Alec swallows and closes his eyes. “Great. So what do we do from here?”
“From here, you get your scrawny ass out of the gated shanty town you’re calling home and crawl out here so I can fuck you properly,” Ames growls and Alec’s eyes pop open.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Ames says. “We fuck like bunnies; that’s the plan.”
“That’s not a plan!”
“Well, I don’t have a better one.”
Alec glares at him for his honesty. “Where’s the scientist who told you all this?” he asks suspiciously.
“In a cell somewhere at NSA headquarters with a bullet in his shoulder. I didn’t like what his answers.” Ames shrugs. At least he didn’t kill the bastard. Yet.
Alec rolls his eyes, looking a bit like his former self. He licks his lips, making Ames groan in sheer want. “How about you come to Terminal City?” he counters.
“And have your fellow freaks kill me? How about not?” No fucking way was he setting foot inside Freakland. Ames’s life may be currently circling the drain but he isn’t exactly ready to flush just yet.
“Then we’re at an impasse,” Alec snaps, looking frustrated. Ames is struck by the ridiculous urge to apologize. Maybe send flowers. Fuck.
Ames firmly squashes all the inane little suggestions the less rational part of his brain is offering. “You’ve seen the news,” Ames says bluntly.
Alec blinks. “Yeah?”
“Then you know I’m wanted by the NSA and I’m about to skip town. How about we runaway together like a trite little cliché?”
“So you can hand me over to your cult buddies?” Alec sneers. “How about no?”
Ames sneers right back. “I’ve been fucking a transgenic. How welcome do you think I am with them?”
“Oh,” Alec says, right back to blinking adorably. He’s also biting his lip again and God Ames wants to fuck him.
“Stop it,” Ames growls and Alec looks confused. “The lip biting thing,” Ames admits. “It’s driving me nuts.” Ames heart shouldn’t be skipping a beat at Alec’s smiles either but whatever. “Listen, I’m leaving town tonight. I’m going to stop for one night at the address I’m going to leave with your Eyes Only friend here and I’d…really…appreciate you being there.” Really appreciate. “But I’ve got to go now.” Not that he particularly wants to. Now that he has his eyes on Alec again, he really doesn’t want to go anywhere but the fact remains that Ames has got unfinished business to take care of Seattle before he can leave.
Alec nods and then they’re disconnected. Ames stares at the blank screen for a long minute before swearing and stomping out of the room. If Alec doesn’t show up tonight, Ames is just going to have to shoot himself to stop being so damn pathetic.
It’s more than a little sad that Ames has staged the hotel room to look like some cheesy scene out of a horrible bodice ripper. He doesn’t know exactly what he was thinking except that it kept him busy to do so. And frankly, the maids just loved the shit out of it, no doubt making up tawdry make-believe romances stories to go along with the romantic sap in room 214.
It’s a fairly nice room, not cheap, with a Jacuzzi in the corner filled with fucking rose petals. Yes, rose petals and that had definitely been the maids-the shortest one, matter of fact-because Ames knows that he wouldn’t have gone that far. He did, however, dim the lights and set up the vases of flowers. Ames isn't questioning the flowers (which the maids assured him look very nice) because even though he doesn't know exactly where the urge came from he does know he couldn't exactly ignore it. There’s also a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket that Ames has been staring at it for over three hours now. He’s pretty sure the damn thing is room temperature by now and the ice is probably melted but he can’t bring himself to care.
He’s sitting on the bed, his elbows on his knees and he’s waiting. Goddamn it but he’s waiting. He actually has no fucking clue if 49-Alec will show up because frankly, Ames has never given the transgenic a reason to trust him. At all. He just knows that he might not be sane for too much longer if Alec doesn’t show up. This whole ‘changed chemistry’ thing was positively fucked.
Ames certainly hadn’t asked to pine after another person like a thirteen year old girl. He certainly hadn’t wanted it. But yet here he was, his every breath waiting on a knock at the door-
Ames leaps up when he hears the knock and it better not be the goddamned manager this time. He rips open the door and his knees out and out buckle with the pure pheromone that washes off him, cinnamon and chocolate and just enough to send him for a loop. His knees hit the floor and he’s now level with Alec’s crotch with works just fine for Ames. He grabs the transgenic around the waist, hauling him forward so Ames can bury his nose in Alec’s jeans. He mouths along the lengthening bulge filling out at the zipper and above him Alec whimpers a “Oh fuck…”
Yeah, that’s about right. Ames squeezes Alec’s ass as his mouth turns rougher, more desperate. He’s trying to convince himself to let go of Alec’s fine rear end when Alec grabs his hair, hauling him away. Ames growls but Alec cuts in with a “We’re in the hallway…” which finally helps Ames realize that he’s missed a crucial step in the process.
He surges to his feet and drags Alec forward, slamming the transgenic against the wall to kiss him hungry while he fumbles blindly for the door. Alec helps him out and together they slam it shut. “God, yeah,” Ames mutters, burying his hands into Alec’s hair. “Your perfect fucking lips. Christ…” He keeps kissing the X5 until the boy fairly melts against the wall in surrender. That’s even better.
The boy is looking better than he did on Eyes Only’s screen but Ames still wants to wrap him up in a cocoon for a few weeks, letting him do nothing but eat and fuck. Maybe he’ll get that wish soon enough.
Ames runs his hands down Alec’s chest, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt so he can get his greedy fingertips on the smooth skin he’s been dreaming about for weeks. At the first touch of skin on skin under Alec’s clothes, they both moan and the next thing Ames knows, he’s being shoved towards the bed.
He can live with that.
Alec pushes Ames down onto the bed with a hard shove before shucking his jacket and shirt and joining him, climbing up on top. “Oh fuck yeah,” Ames moans, skimming his hands down Alec’s back. “Love you on top…” It’s out of his mouth without him even being aware of it and of course the transgenic picks up on it.
Alec quirks eyebrow, a slow smile cracking his lips. “Yeah?” he says. “I love being up here…” He kisses Ames hard and fast as he unbuttons Ames shirt. He gets impatient about halfway through, though, and ends up just ripping it open, buttons flying everywhere. Ames can’t even pretend he cares though, because he knows he should have worn a different shirt. He knows. He reaches for his own belt, undoing it quick and unzipping his slacks while Alec kisses and licks his way down Ames chest.
As Alec nears Ames groin, though, Ames shudders. Alec shoots him a positively evil grin and tugs down the band of Ames underwear, licking underneath. Ames can’t stop his hips from surging upwards or his moan because that’s all the motivation Alec needs to finish tugging down Ames pants and sucking his dick into that sinfully wonderful mouth.
It’s as good as Ames thought it would be, all wet heat and talented tongue working along his length and he spreads his legs as much as he able while his hands come up to cover his face. “Christ…” he murmurs as Alec swirls his tongue over the head of Ames’s dick.
Alec gives him a final suck and then lets Ames’s wet dick go to slap against stomach. “Not Christ,” Alec says with a grin as he shucks off his own pants, “Alec.”
“Alec,” Ames repeats, just to see that smile brighten a little more. Alec climbs back on top of Ames, straddling his hips and Ames tries to thrust up against him.
“Uh uh,” Alec chides teasingly. “I’m on top, remember.”
“Not for long if you don’t hurry up,” Ames grits out because God, he’s dying here. It’s just about all he can do not to roll the infuriatingly sexy transgenic and fuck in to him.
Alec’s smirk is all sly knowingness. “Where’s the lube?” he asks, already just assuming that Ames would have some on hand. Which of course he does, but still.
“Nightstand,” Ames says with a jerk of his head, indicating the piece of furniture to the right of the bed. He’d wanted to leave it out for easy access but not only did that seem kind of tacky it was also a bit presumptuous-a thought that might have disturbed him in another life. He stares up at the ceiling, waiting.
Alec leans over and Ames hears the drawer of the nightstand opening then the click of the lube being popped open. Finally, he’s greeted by the wet slick sound of Alec playing with the lube and he groans impatiently. “I’m going to lose it before I even get it in you,” he complains.
“Some of us like to be prepared, jackass,” Alec shoots back and Ames finally glances up at him. Somebody must have sucker punched him again because suddenly he can’t catch his breath. Alec is still straddling Ames but his own fingers are burying in his ass, pumping in and out while he stretches himself. Ames licks his lips and stares and Alec rolls his eyes. “Oh, sure, now you like it…” But none of his words have any heat in them and after he says them, he pulls out of himself and grabs Ames’s dick with his lubed hand. Ames is willing to forgive a lot of things with that touch.
Then Alec’s positioning Ames cock and sliding down just as sweetly as he did so many weeks ago and Ames is busy just trying to relearn how to breathe. “Oh fuuuuck…” he hisses “Fuck yes…”
Alec’s hands come to rest against Ames chest as he starts to pump himself up and down, thighs straining to either side of Ames. He’s biting his bottom lip again, choking back the sweetest sounds and Ames rocks his hips unwilling and unable to stay still. His own hands come to rest on Alec’s waist, holding the boy steady as he works but that only lasts until Alec gives up on holding back his noise. Once he starts in on the little gasping mewls that Ames loves so much, Ames moves a hand to grip Alec’s cock, stroking his firmly and drawing out more broken cries. “Fucking gorgeous little slut,” Ames says, unrepentant fondness coloring his tone as he eyes the boy straining above him.
Alec shudders and comes with a moan, doubling over as he spills onto Ames chest. Ames groans and milks Alec’s cock with a few hard pulls until Alec whines and reaches down to stop his hand. Letting go of Alec’s oversensitized cock, he moves his hands back to gripping the boy’s hips, holding him still while he thrusts into him. Alec’s still shuddering around Ames and it isn’t long before Ames is coming too, his eyes rolling back into head with the sensation because it’s been too damn long.
Alec collapses on top of Ames and Ames lets him. The boy’s as warm as a damn blast furnace but Ames really doesn’t care. All he can really think about is how nice Alec feels against him and just how damn delicious he still smells.
Epilogue:
The apartment really isn’t much to look at. It’s more of just a whole in the wall than an actual place to live but that’s fine because Ames really has no plans on actually living in it. It’s just a really convenient place to fuck his lover while they wait for one of the Grand Poobahs of the Conclave to make his appearance sometime within the next week. This will be their third hit and only two more to go after him. Otto's already waiting at the next location. Good man. Ames is glad he didn't end up shooting him.
Alec, though, Alec is absolutely on fire tonight. The boy is arching, straining and struggling against Ames’s hold all in a mock fight, just tensing to see how well Ames can pin him and loving it. Ames, too, loves the playful battle, loves how Alec writhes underneath him. He pins Alec’s wrists to the bed and sucks on a sensitive nipple, drawing out all kind of sweet sounds from the transgenic. Eventually he moves down to settle his mouth between Alec’s legs, licking into him and feeling him shudder.
The insanity-inspiring ‘need-you-now’ feeling might have-thankfully-eased a few months ago but that doesn’t mean that Ames doesn’t love making Alec come. He likes making the transgenic squirm and moan and beg. There’s still times, though, usually when it’s been awhile for both of them, that just being in the same room as Alec will drop Ames to his knees because of the extra dosage of pheromones overwhelming the air. Those days, it’s really just better to stay inside and fuck all day.
He loves, though, that he doesn’t have to hold back with Alec, doesn’t have to be afraid of hurting him and that the only reason he needs to ever really watch himself is just to spare the furniture. It’s definitely better than a kick in the head.
And yeah, while he’s not done a complete 180 from the person he used to be, he’s still fighting back against everything he once believed in. Everything he was raised to believe in. He can’t, however, quite manage to regret it. Not when it means he gets to have Alec fighting by his side and no possible future orders to kill him.
He still likes intimidating the shit out of people and he still has a nasty temper-which leads to some absolutely rip-roaring fights and later rough make-up sex between him and the cocky transgenic. It makes him glad, though, that at least he’s bonded to Alec who maybe incredibly irritating at times but who still kind of likes Ames being the kind of man he is. "So I don't get bored," Alec says. As opposed to 45-MAX-who doesn't consider Ames nearly reformed enough for her tastes. She's not overly appreciative, either, when he counters her disappointment by pointing out that he's fucking Alec and not her. Women can be just so touchy at times.
There's still the fact though that Ames can’t get rid of the urge to bring home flowers at random times. Luckily, Alec thinks it's hilarious and Ames just kind of shrugs it off as being one of his things. With Alec, however, he's found that a particularly good piece of chocolate will accomplish about the same end.
Either way, he gets laid and, really, who can complain about that?
See Part 1 for header information.
Alec strains uselessly against the shackles again, trying to fool himself into believing they’re actually starting to give. He has to eventually give up, though, panting and cursing whoever had installed them. Apparently White wasn’t fucking around.
Except, of course, for the ‘fucking’ part. Alec groans, throwing himself onto his back and banging his head against the mattress. It’d almost be enough to make one cry if the sex wasn’t so damn good. Alec’s not even sure what happened to get him to this point. All he can really remember is scoring a good deal on some cigars for Mole over the phone and then boom, he’d been flat on the pavement, writhing and desperate to fuck. Kind of mortifying, actually. Alec has flashes of hands touching him all over and knowing how desperate he was to get them to touch him some more and then the next thing he knew, Ames White was on top of him and despite his horror, Alec couldn’t stop humping him.
And now he has White’s come leaking out of his ass. Alec squirms uncomfortably. He can still feel it inside him and he knows exactly what it’s doing to the bedsheet that he’s still going to have to lay on. It’s enough to make his skin crawl and yet for some fucked-up reason, he kind of likes it.
It’s just all shot to shit. FUBAR. What the hell was wrong with him anyway? He’s all too aware of how much he enjoyed having White’s dick up his ass and it’s beyond shameful. The only thing Alec can really do is be grateful Manticore had thoroughly prepared him to be fucked by random men-if not necessarily one of his worst enemies-because otherwise, he might have snapped before now.
Alec groans when the thought of Manticore crosses his mind because he can’t help but wonder what the fuck they did to him. It had to be them. There’s nobody else and White was genuinely clueless-not that Alec’s going to fully believe the act, but still. White was right to throw the ‘heat cycle’ comment in his face because going by the evidence that’s exactly what this seems like. Which is absolutely ridiculous because he’s never had a heat cycle before. Being male and all. Alec has a horrible thought and while he knows it’s not true, he still has to glance down to check. “Oh, thank you…” he breathes, seeing that, yes, all of his parts are still attached.
He squirms, testing the shackles again and giving up with a sigh. Apparently he was stuck here until White decided to come back. And fuck him again. Alec scowls at the fact that he’s currently only one step above being a blow-up doll. Yeah, he hadn’t wanted to leave Manticore because, hey, he’d had a sweet deal going, but he had to be admit, he certainly didn’t miss some of their nastier habits-though admittedly habits he hadn’t even found out were nasty until he’d been loosed upon the real world-but right now, it feels like he’s right back in.
The only thing Alec can currently do is hope for a damn rescue and fat chance of that actually happening. The only people in the world who would even remotely care if he disappeared didn’t have a clue where he was at. There were about five people who might give a damn about him and Alec knew that none of them were riding to his rescue. He bites his lip, chewing on it as he thinks. There’s not even anything useable within reaching distance. The only thing he’s got to work with is the hard shackles, a lumpy mattress, a thin sheet and his own naked body and none of those things were looking to be the least bit useful.
To top everything off, Alec’s cold. White had left him chained to a bed naked in what Alec can only assume is an abandoned building and he’s pretty sure that the rotten motherfucker didn’t bother to turn on the heat. It’s just a little bit of discomfort, but it’s another thing on Alec’s long list of complaints at the moment.
Also up there is the fact that-damn it-he’s actually looking forward to White coming back and fucking his brains out. That had to be nine kinds of sick, right there. Alec gives a vengeful jerk to his chains and scoots up to sit beside where they’re hooked into the wall. That right there is the number one reason he’s got to get out of here. Somehow.
He pushes against the cement wall, sighing when it doesn’t give an inch. He even jiggles the hook that the chains are attached to, tries to stretch the links again. Nothing. “Fuck.” Looks like he’s stuck here for the duration. The least the bastard could have done was left him a magazine or something. The only thing Alec has to do at the moment is sleep (which, no thanks, he’s already done enough of that today) or jerk off (again, no thanks, he’s pretty sure his dick is going to start chafing). He leans back against the wall and stares at the door that White had left through just an hour or so ago.
When White comes back, Alec’s going to kill him. He’s not sure how but he’s pretty sure it’s going to happen. He doesn’t care if he has to snap the bastard’s neck with his legs. “This is not how you win friends and influence people!” Alec shouts to the empty room.
The only good news is-wait. No, scratch that. Alec can’t even say that the overwhelming lust searing through his higher functions and freewill is gone because fucking A, it’s back. He squirms as he feels his cock start to harden, trying so hard to ignore its insistent demands. No, he’s stronger than this, damn it. Mind over matter, right? Mind over fucking matter and he’s so fucking hard, he’s just going to scrunch up and die.
Alec curls in on himself, whimpering helplessly and desperately wishing for someone to touch him. It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all.
When Ames comes back, he’s finds his new pretty little sex toy strung out with need on the bed, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Not that Ames is looking much better-6 hours away, though an abbreviated day for him usually, was just too damn long. He’d already been stripping in the car ride over. 494 turns to stare directly at him, whimpering as he spreads his legs in invitation and begs wordlessly to be fucked by lifting up his hips. It hits Ames right in the gut, knocking the breath out of him and he’s operating on sheer instinct when he strides over and climbs on top of the bed. He’s going to claim this fuckable creature and he’s going to do it now.
494 gasps and arches for him, begging to be touched and Ames isn’t about to deny him. He skims his hands down 494’s sides, running his fingers over smooth, smooth skin. The transgenic whines, his legs falling even wider as if that were possible and Ames can’t help himself. He dives downward, licking at 494’s collarbone and then down to suck on a nipple. The boy still tastes just as sweet as Ames remembers from this morning, his sobs sounding just as nice.
Deciding to put them both out of their misery, Ames hurriedly retrieves the bottle of lube he’d left on the floor earlier and slathers himself up. The both moan when he thrusts in, smooth and easy, and 494’s legs wrap around Ames’s waist in an effort to keep him there. “Fuck yeah…” Ames says, starting to pound away. It feels so fucking nice, he’s pretty sure he’s going to explode. He runs his hands up over 494’s body, watching with no small amount of fascination and desire how the boy just pushes into every touch, like a cat being petted. Wasn’t the X5 series based on cats? It shows.
Abandoning all pretense of dignity-he’s already in bed with a transgenic, he can’t exactly sink much lower-Ames presses his entire body to 494’s, listening to the boy pant and whine with the increased skin contact. 494 retightens his legs and leans up to lick the side of Ames’s face. Ames draws back, startled by the wetness sliding across his cheek but 494 follows him, repeating the motion. Instead of pulling back again, though, Ames just turns his face and catches the boy in an open-mouthed kiss, his own tongue battling 494’s and dominating it. 494 mewls into Ames mouth and he shudders. With a jolt, Ames realizes that the transgenic is coming and he groans, pushing his tongue further into 494’s mouth. 494 welcomes him eagerly if tiredly, swirling his tongue with Ames’s and sucking on it. Pretty little fucker, Ames thinks and comes himself.
He keeps kissing 494 as he orgasms and the contrary transgenic seems content to let him for the moment. He finishes with a small jerk and that’s when 494 finally turns his head. Wanting more of the sweet taste, though, Ames grips the transgenic’s face and brings him back towards Ames, gluing their mouths together again. 494 struggles underneath him, twisting as he tries to kick Ames in the side and Ames finally breaks the liplock to glare. “What’s the problem this time?” he snipes.
494 won’t meet his eyes, staring at a wall instead. “Don’t,” he says.
Ames raises an eyebrow and strokes down 494’s face. “Don’t?”
494 tosses his head, jerking away from Ames hand. “Don’t,” he repeats and Ames gets it.
“Oh, so we’re okay with the whole fucking part but we’d rather it would just be anonymous?” 494 still won’t make eye contact and Ames wrenches the transgenic’s head back so he has no choice. “Well, tough shit,” Ames snarls, “because I don’t do anonymous fucks.” He kisses 494 again, forceful and with just enough teeth to get his point across, ignoring how the transgenic fights him. When he breaks again, 494 is glaring up in frustration and, oddly enough, looking close to tears. Fascinated, Ames pauses to stare. He’s not exactly in the habit of keeping company with transgenics-especially the irritating one he’s currently bedding-but he hadn’t thought anything like this would have bothered 494 quite so badly. Not with all of Manticore’s rumored training practices and the fact that 494 was supposed to be something akin to an undercover assassin.
“You’re such a bastard,” 494 hisses and turns away again.
Ames shrugs. Maybe he is. Feeling oddly uncomfortable with the overall mood of the room, Ames pushes himself up off of 494. The transgenic wastes his chance and doesn’t bother to attack Ames like Ames was expecting, just lays there against the bed. Most likely feeling sorry for himself and Ames tries not to think too hard about how that comment bothers him. He turns and heads out of the room, grabbing his pants on the way by.
It’s been two days since the transgenic has had food or water and Ames knows that if he’s going to be keeping the little freak around that is definitely something that he’s going to have to consider. Right now, he knows that 494’s not going to be overly appreciative of Ames bringing him food but he’s just going to have to deal with it. He picks up the few bags of take-out that he’d picked up on his way over and had deliberately left outside due to the possibility-slim though it was-of walking in to a fight with a pissed off transgenic. Ames is sure he could take X5-494 even handicapped by holding food, but it’s not something he’s absolutely dying to test.
494 doesn’t acknowledge Ames when he comes back in but that’s fine because Ames knows that he’ll acknowledge at least the boxes of Sesame Chicken soon enough. The transgenic might be prideful and stubborn but he wasn’t stupid. Ames sets the bag on the bed by 494’s head. “Eat,” he orders.
494 stares blankly at the bag before flicking his eyes up to Ames. “How am I supposed to do that?” he asks, hands twitching in their cuffs.
Ames snorts. “You’re restrained not immobilized.” As long as the transgenic didn’t expect too much dignity, he could still feed himself. “Unless you prefer me to feed you?”
494 gives him a sour look and sits up, maneuvering himself close to the wall and the bag as Ames smirks. Apparently the feeding option was off the table, which was almost too bad. 494 fumbles a box of the Chinese out of the bag, opening it and staring hungrily. He glances over at Ames, taking a split second to decide if this is a particularly cruel trick or not before deciding it doesn’t matter and digging in. Ames winces at the not exactly neat table manners but considering he’s got the transgenic chained to a wall, he supposes he doesn’t have much room to talk.
He’s still possessed, though, by the inexplicable urge to touch the transgenic and so he steps closer. 494 eyes him warily but doesn’t stop chowing down, probably used to his food being taken away if he’s too slow, like a dog with its dinner dish. Ames reaches a hand out and strokes it lightly through 494’s hair. It’s longer than it was when he first met him, probably to more effectively hide the bar code now that the general public is aware of what that particular tattoo means. 494 growls and jerks his head away but he doesn’t stop shoveling the food in his face to tell Ames off. And it’s not like he has anywhere he can particularly go. Ames repeats the motion noting with amusement how the transgenic doesn’t bother to protest this time. The boy’s hair is soft beneath his hand and Ames decides he likes how it feels, starting to pet the transgenic like he would the cat who’s DNA went into making the freak.
The newly emptied take-out box hits the floor as 494 tosses it over his shoulder and Ames opens his mouth to yell at him for being a slob when he realizes that the transgenic is leaning into his touch and starting to whine in his throat. The delicious scent that Ames recognizes as 494 in lust is filling the room again as well and Ames mouth goes dry. He tightens his hand into a fist, no longer stroking the boy’s hair but gripping it and 494 moans in arousal, submitting completely as Ames tilts his head backward.
God yes.
Ames drops to his knees on the bed-it’s filthy by now and completely ruining his pants but at this point who the fuck cares-and pulls 494 into a kiss. The stubborn little bastard doesn’t fight him in the slightest, just letting him take and God but it’s good. Ames raises a hand to cup the X5’s face, tilting it to the right angle as he chases the taste of chicken and something he's starting to identify as just pure 494.
Ames is cock is trying to valiantly fill and he’s definitely interested but he’s not as young as he used to be-fuck but it irks him to admit that-and all he’s really getting is a light twitch in his pants. Fuck. 494’s still bending sweetly under him though, going willing onto his back with only a little coaxing pressure and Ames is going to go crazy if he doesn’t get the damn transgenic to stop putting off that scent.
He runs his hands down 494’s body, over his chest and vulnerable belly to down between his legs. 494 whimpers and thrusts against Ames’s hand, wordlessly begging again. “Fucking insatiable,” Ames murmurs, breaking away to peer at 494’s gorgeously desperate face. He skims his palm over 494’s cock, watching the boy jerk and shiver with the motion before wrapping his hand completely around it. 494 gasps and, spurred on, Ames starts to move his hand in an all too familiar motion lately, even if it does feel a bit odd from this angle. He swipes his thumb over the head after each upstroke, loving the way 494 moans every time.
Ames slides to lie beside the transgenic as his hand keeps working on 494’s cock. The boy’s perfect lips are open as he pants and as soon as Ames is settled, 494 captures him in a kiss. Ames moans and kisses him back and before long, the boy is shuddering through another orgasm. He coats Ames hand as he spills and Ames grimaces at the odd yet familiar feel of slick come on his skin. He wonders what it tastes like, if the boy tastes like normal or if his spunk would be as inhumanly sweet as the rest of him.
As soon as he thinks the thought, Ames is smacking himself upside the head but he’s already bringing his hand to his mouth. He stops just shy of his lips, staring at his semen-covered hand for a moment before pulling it back away. 494, though, is staring intently at him now and biting his lip, obviously anxious for Ames to go through with the motion. Instead, Ames moves his hand to 494’s mouth, pressing the coated fingers against the transgenic’s plush lips. Keeping eye contact, 494 opens willingly, taking in three of Ames’s fingers at once. Ames groans, watching his hand getting sucked clean and Christ this is nine kinds of wrong but it feels so damn good.
He loves the way that 494’s using his tongue to make sure he gets every last drop, licking his own essence off Ames hand. It makes Ames wonder again how that talented mouth would feel around his cock but for the moment, he’s just content to lay here and let 494 suck.
Except Ames still wants to know…would it taste just as good as the rest of the man?
494 whines when Ames takes his hand away but Ames ignores him, bringing his hand up to his own face to lick the rest of the jizz off his palm. 494 moans, deep and low and guttural, sounding like he just got punched and Ames can’t stop his answering vocalization because damn. Just damn.
494 jumps when Ames swipes a finger over the head of his spent cock, wiping off the residual jizz and bringing it up to his mouth. The chains rattle as he desperately yanks on them but from the way he’s staring at Ames, Ames knows it’s not an attempt to escape. It’s an attempt to get closer.
Before Ames can fully think through what he’s doing, he’s getting up to get the key and unlocking 494’s shackles. 494 watches him patiently and as soon as he’s free, he pounces, rolling Ames onto his back. Ames stares up at the beautiful creature on top of him, his hands coming to settle on 494’s slim hips and 494 shudders. “Fuck,” the transgenic whispers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Ames was pretty sure they were on the same page. His own cock had made a full recovery and was anxious to help 494 out with his newest problem. “Pretty little slut,” Ames says and guides 494 back, coaxing him to sit on his cock. He slides in as smooth as ever, 494 still slick from before, and the pretty freak keens as he starts to ride Ames’s dick. “Yeah,” Ames says encouragingly, reaching up to thumb over a pink nipple. 494 shivers at that and lets loose the prettiest little moan so Ames just has to repeat the motion.
Even though he’s come three times since Ames got home, the boy’s dick is flushed red as it sits long and stiff on Ames’s chest, bouncing with each thrust the boy does. 494’s legs are working hard to either side of Ames’s hips, propelling him up and down, fucking himself so nicely. Ames groans, feeling his balls draw in tight. Who knew he’d like the freak taking the lead so much? It’s fucking hot as hell and Ames thinks that they’re definitely going to have to try this one again. A lot.
He’s not going to come alone, either, so Ames fists 494’s cock, his fingers sliding over it familiarly now, quickly re-finding all the little sweet spots he’d discovered before. 494’s eyes open wide as he stares down at Ames and then he’s coming, spurting all over Ames chest. He still keeps rocking though, still keeps fucking himself but all it takes is a few more thrusts and Ames is over the edge too, groaning as he shoots into the boy’s ass.
“Oh, fuck…” Ames swears, his head lolling from the strength of his orgasm. The world seems to be spinning and tilting just slightly off center but damned if he knows how to fix it. Not that he actually cares to, what with his body being so pleasantly content. His dick is sliding free of the wet hot heat of before, though, and Ames is sure as hell going to protest that. “What the fuck…?” He tries to sit up but by the time he manages, 494 is already gone.
Ames’s rational mind snaps back into place and he glances frantically around the room but no, the damn freak’s long gone, no doubt putting all that transgenic speed to good use. “Fuck!” Ames swears, slamming his fist down on the filthy bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” What kind of hormone-driven moron, was he? Unlocking a prisoner like that? He’s losing his goddamned mind! Ames scrubs a hand through his hair, pulling at it just for the bit of pain shooting through his scalp. Christ, he was worse than an incompetent rookie. Matter of fact, he’d actually lost the transgenic that his rookies had managed to catch and just how pathetic was that?
And he’s covered with the freak’s spunk. Ames scrapes a wad of transgenic jizz off his chest, glaring at it distastefully but before he can stop himself, he’s already thrust it into his mouth. His eyes flutter helplessly and he moans because Christ, that shouldn’t taste so good. God, he’s beyond pathetic.
Disgusted at himself, Ames pulls the finger out and shoves himself to his feet. He starts gathering his clothes because he’s got a transgenic to catch and with any luck, people are going to notice the naked teenager streaking through their midst.
Three days later, Ames is climbing the goddamned wall. 494’d managed to safely evade him and, judging by the latest freak press conference, he’s happily holed back up in Terminal City. He’d been standing there on the TV, right behind X5-452, looking just as delicious as when he’d left Ames. Well plus a few clothes. Otto’s been giving him a few suspicious looks since then but luckily none of the other men even remember the hot piece of ass they’d been panting after earlier in the week.
Ames wishes he was in the same boat. Instead, though, he can still remember everything from the way 494 tastes, to how he feel so hot and tight around Ames cock, even right down to the delicious little noises he makes when he comes. FUCK! He’s no where near the damn freak, certainly not within reach of his freakish pheromones but Ames can still feel him-or at least something like him-itching through his skin. Goddamn it. And it’s only gotten worse as the days have gone by. He feels like a fox caught in a trap though if he were that, Ames knows he would have gnawed off his own leg days ago.
Matter of fact, it’s gotten so damn bad that Ames technically broke a day ago, sending Otto off on a wild goose chase to find him some straggling Manticore geek to possibly fix him. He can’t take anymore of this. He thought he’d be able to fuck his inexplicable obsession out but obviously that had failed and ‘taking a little time’ isn’t doing much better.
It’s in that state of mind that Ames storms into the interrogation room that’s currently holding a scared witless former scientist turned beach bum. Stupid fuck should have flown the country instead of just heading to California. Ames slams the door behind him, locking it because like hell they’re going to be disturbed (and doesn’t THAT just sound awfully familiar), and strides to the middle of the room where the skinny little geek is sitting in his chair shaking like a leaf. Ames glares down at him. “You’ve read the report,” Ames says. It’s not a question. The man swallows and nods, but, like Ames said, it wasn’t a question. “Tell me how to fix it.”
If it’s possible, the man looks even more terrified. Ames needs answers, though, not fear. “Tell me now, Doctor, before I decide to do something…drastic.” Like maybe saw off a leg. That sounded like fun. And it would be so eerily like how Ames is feeling right now. Let’s here it for sublimation.
“It-it-it-it wasn’t meant to be used,” the man stutters and Ames waits impatiently for him to get on with it, his hand making a circling ‘go on’ motion. “It looked great on paper but it utterly failed in the field test and it was discontinued.”
“What was discontinued?” Ames demands.
“The drug!” The man points to a particular paper in his lap. “The treatment! It wasn’t safe!”
“Drug for what?”
The doctor swallows and by God, is he blushing? “Mating transgenics…” he mumbles.
Ames couldn’t have heard that right. He puts a hand to his ear. “What was that?”
“Mating transgenics!” the scientist blurts out. “We were having a hard time certain specimens to breed so we figured we’d help nature out a little only there were…complications.”
Such as everyone in a five mile radius being affected like a small nuclear-fucking-bomb going off, transgenic or not. “You couldn’t control it.”
“No,” the man says miserably. “We’d give it to one transgenic and suddenly every single one of them would be sniffing after the affected specimen, male or female.”
“Or non-transgenic,” Ames notes sharply and the doctor shrinks in on himself.
“Yes. The affected specimen had to be a transgenic but those it attracted…didn’t.”
Fucking socially outcast freaks. Only a lonely lab tech would ever think to cook up something like this. “So how does it work?” Ames demands. “Better yet, how do I fix it?”
“You don’t,” the scientist wails, trying to sink into his chair. Ames clenches his jaw, trying so hard to hear the man out but he’s fast losing patience and he might just have to do something. “It’s non-reversible! What it does is attracts a mate and then hooks them for life. It’s what it’s designed to do!”
Ames glowers. This is not sounding like anything he wants to hear. “How does it ‘hook’ them?”
“Through the sexual fluids.” The man sighs and throws out his hands as he decides to start from the beginning. “At first we thought it wasn’t too bad, you know? Because yeah, it made everyone and their mother want a piece of the affected transgenic but all it took was them achieving orgasm once and then it was over! The pheromones were gone, caput! We actually thought it was a failure.” Ames’s brain is cranking along at 80 mph, desperately whirling back the days. Well that certainly explained why Otto and the rest of the men hadn’t been affected anymore after Ames wild romp with X5-494. But that still left… “Then we found out that apparently they were all released in the first time sexual fluids. And…and whoever touched them, well…it was more like the affected transgenic’s pheromones changed and became more selective and whoever touched the fluids would become a specialized receptacle for them.”
Ames blinked, grimaced, and then glared at the shivering scientist. “So you’re telling me that one of your freaks gave me a STD? That you cooked up?”
The scientist’s eyes widened. “The report didn’t say anything about it being you-”
Fuck. “Because it’s not important!” Ames roars. “Tell me how to fix it!”
“I already said that you can’t!” The man’s vocal range is going up into a supersonic screech in his terror. Fucking annoying. “The mates were picked for life and their entire body chemistry changed. It changed!”
“And so none of you geeks thought to whip up an antidote?” Ames demands.
“No! Because it was discontinued!”
“Why?”
“Because it was beyond permanent!” the man shouts, waving his arms again. “We only gave it to two females who both chose mates. One died on her next mission and her mate went berserk.”
Oh, this just got better and better, didn’t it? “Berserk?” Ames hisses.
“He lost his mind! He had to be terminated because we just couldn’t control him. Millions of dollars down the drain…” The man puts his head in his hands and rocks back and forth like all that lost money is the worst thing that ever came out of this failed experiment. Ames wants to put him through a wall. “We tried to find to a cure to salvage the other two specimens before the same could happen again but everything was unsuccessful.”
“So you ‘terminated’ them as well, did you, Doctor?” ‘Termination’ was definitely not on the table of accepted endings here.
“No,” the doctor moaned. “They tried to escape before we could and the X7s put them down.”
Ames scrubs a hand over his face. “I’m sure you’re aware, Doctor, that death isn’t an option in this case?”
“There’s no other cure,” the man whispers and Ames leans down to make his next words crystal clear.
“Doctor, I might not be able to kill you, but I assure you there are worse things I can do. You might need that fine brain of yours, but don’t need both your legs, do you?” The man sobs but Ames isn’t swayed towards sympathy in the slightest, smacking him lightly in the face to stop the heavier blubbering. “Now tell me some better news.”
“In a few months you’ll be past the infatuation stage?” the man tries.
Ames glowers. “What the fuck does that mean?”
The scientist wipes his nose on his sleeve. “It, uh, means you’ll be able to separate for longer periods of time without feeling like you’re missing half your body.”
Ames chews on that little bit of information for awhile, tossing it around in his head. So maybe if he could just last out these few months, he could have something resembling his normal life back. He’d have to re-secure X5-494, of course, because one, there was no possible way Ames was actually going to last that long without banging the irresistible bastard in the meantime and two, he didn’t want to think of the consequences if the freak were to up and die on him.
Except the doctor’s continuing on. “Just for a few hours at a time,” he mumbles, “and you’ll…” he stops himself from finishing, biting his lip and looking very sorry he’d opened his mouth again.
Ames isn’t letting him get away with it, however. “I’ll what?” he asks sharply.
“You’ll, uh, start identifying with the transgenic more. It’s, uh, moods and feelings and well, being its mate.”
That sounded suspicious like… “Are you saying I’m going to fall in love with the damn freak?” he snaps.
The doctor shrinks even more in on himself. “Kind of? The chemical equivalent?”
Ames doesn’t consider himself to blame for the fact that he shoots the man. Though Otto certainly tries to chew him out, not that Ames is listening. He’s too busy plotting how the fuck he’s going to kidnap his ‘new bride’ out from under X5-452’s thumb.
It takes Ames about two weeks to the day after that to cave and admit defeat. 494, a known transgenic vagabond if there ever was one, seems to be unusually content to just sit tight in Terminal City so Ames hasn’t had a chance to catch him on the outside. All of his schemes, as well, have fallen through, the army absolutely refusing to move in and just take over the damn place so Ames is left with no other option. The Conclave is breathing down his neck as well to just wrap this whole thing up already and he knows he’s only one misstep away from being assassinated. To make matters worse, though, Otto turned against him and now he’s officially an enemy of the NSA. Son of a bitch. Ames should have shot the bastard back when he had the chance.
To be fair, it wasn’t all Otto’s fault. He’d be caught with his hand in the cookie jar as well and it was either squeal or get sent to prison for life himself. So he’d done the exact same thing Ames would have done and Ames, if he’s honest with himself, is actually kind of proud. He’s made a mental note to bust Otto out of the low-security prison they’re currently holding him in until they manage to catch Ames. Ames is never actually going to let the inept NSA catch him, so there’s a strong possibility that Otto could be in there for a very long time.
Oh yeah, did he mention how because of the whole NSA debacle, the Conclave wants him up for “re-evaluation”? And Ames knows exactly what his chances are with that.
The only good thing the past two weeks have brought him is the body of the renegade scientist that he’s sure is responsible for originally infected 494. The man had apparently had no clue what he’d done, as he’d not been one of the original scientists to develop the drug. No, the dumb fuck had just found it and decided to test it out. He was now outside Seattle in a rather shallow grave. Ames certainly hoped he liked it.
So really, he’s got nothing left to lose when he captures a rogue freak on his own and uses it as a bargaining chip to get Eyes Only to patch him into Terminal City on the down low. Well, as much on the down low as possible. Eyes Only, of course, isn’t stupid, so Ames is sitting alone in a room with some equipment having never even seen the guy. It doesn’t matter, though, because for Ames, Eyes Only is not a priority any more. He’s so far off the priority scale, he’s not even a blip on Ames’s personal radar. Merely just a means to an end.
Ames knows that he looks like shit. He hasn’t slept since X5-494 escaped no matter how hard he’s tried to pretend otherwise. He’s done nothing but fucking pine and he just can’t take it anymore. He’d be climbing the gates to Terminal City right now if he’d think it would get him anything but shot.
So he’s sitting in the room, impatiently waiting for X5-452 to decide she’s okay with Ames talking to 494 like her opinion might actually be worth a shit. She’s given him the whole tenth degree, drilling him relentless on why he might want to talk to 494, or ‘Alec’ as she insists that he call him. Throughout the entire conversation, Ames’s tried so hard to be patient, to not yell at her to get her bitchy but oh so lovely ass off his screen and put on the one he was calling for because he knows that’s not going to get him anywhere but shut down.
When she finally relents, though, and 494-Alec-slides into view, Ames can kind of understand why she was wearing him down. The boy looks like Hell warmed over. His skin is sallow and his hair is in sweaty chunks. His pretty green eyes are sunken into the his face and just look haunted. Ames feels his heart start to break and hates himself for it even though he can’t help it. “Christ…” he breathes.
“You bastard…” 494 slurs. “What the fuck did you do to me?”
“Have you been eating?” Ames demands, ignoring the question.
“No,” the transgenic replies simply.
“494-”
“Alec,” 494 cuts in.
Ames sighs and rolls his eyes but God, whatever. “Alec,” he says and promptly ignores how much he seems to like how the name sounds on his tongue.
“What did you do to me?” Alec repeats.
Ames wrestles with all the different ways he could answer that question before he decides to just go with the approach he knows best-blunt and to the point. “We’re apparently now life-partners. Congratulations, honey,” he says sarcastically.
“Very funny. I’m sure your career as a comedian will take off just as soon as find a different sense of humor you sick fuck.”
“No, actually,” Ames says, staring at the screen. “I was being serious.” Alec’s jaw drops open to protest but Ames continues right along. “Found an ex-Manticore scientist to scrutinize me from every angle possible and he filled me in on a little known experiment.”
“Which was?” Alec rasps.
“Artificially creating relationships between transgenics.”
Alec looks confused, pouting out his lower lip in a way that makes Ames want to kiss him through the screen. Christ. “You’re not a transgenic.”
“Yeah,” Ames deadpans. “Which would be one of the many reasons the experiment was discontinued.”
Alec swallows and closes his eyes. “Great. So what do we do from here?”
“From here, you get your scrawny ass out of the gated shanty town you’re calling home and crawl out here so I can fuck you properly,” Ames growls and Alec’s eyes pop open.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Ames says. “We fuck like bunnies; that’s the plan.”
“That’s not a plan!”
“Well, I don’t have a better one.”
Alec glares at him for his honesty. “Where’s the scientist who told you all this?” he asks suspiciously.
“In a cell somewhere at NSA headquarters with a bullet in his shoulder. I didn’t like what his answers.” Ames shrugs. At least he didn’t kill the bastard. Yet.
Alec rolls his eyes, looking a bit like his former self. He licks his lips, making Ames groan in sheer want. “How about you come to Terminal City?” he counters.
“And have your fellow freaks kill me? How about not?” No fucking way was he setting foot inside Freakland. Ames’s life may be currently circling the drain but he isn’t exactly ready to flush just yet.
“Then we’re at an impasse,” Alec snaps, looking frustrated. Ames is struck by the ridiculous urge to apologize. Maybe send flowers. Fuck.
Ames firmly squashes all the inane little suggestions the less rational part of his brain is offering. “You’ve seen the news,” Ames says bluntly.
Alec blinks. “Yeah?”
“Then you know I’m wanted by the NSA and I’m about to skip town. How about we runaway together like a trite little cliché?”
“So you can hand me over to your cult buddies?” Alec sneers. “How about no?”
Ames sneers right back. “I’ve been fucking a transgenic. How welcome do you think I am with them?”
“Oh,” Alec says, right back to blinking adorably. He’s also biting his lip again and God Ames wants to fuck him.
“Stop it,” Ames growls and Alec looks confused. “The lip biting thing,” Ames admits. “It’s driving me nuts.” Ames heart shouldn’t be skipping a beat at Alec’s smiles either but whatever. “Listen, I’m leaving town tonight. I’m going to stop for one night at the address I’m going to leave with your Eyes Only friend here and I’d…really…appreciate you being there.” Really appreciate. “But I’ve got to go now.” Not that he particularly wants to. Now that he has his eyes on Alec again, he really doesn’t want to go anywhere but the fact remains that Ames has got unfinished business to take care of Seattle before he can leave.
Alec nods and then they’re disconnected. Ames stares at the blank screen for a long minute before swearing and stomping out of the room. If Alec doesn’t show up tonight, Ames is just going to have to shoot himself to stop being so damn pathetic.
It’s more than a little sad that Ames has staged the hotel room to look like some cheesy scene out of a horrible bodice ripper. He doesn’t know exactly what he was thinking except that it kept him busy to do so. And frankly, the maids just loved the shit out of it, no doubt making up tawdry make-believe romances stories to go along with the romantic sap in room 214.
It’s a fairly nice room, not cheap, with a Jacuzzi in the corner filled with fucking rose petals. Yes, rose petals and that had definitely been the maids-the shortest one, matter of fact-because Ames knows that he wouldn’t have gone that far. He did, however, dim the lights and set up the vases of flowers. Ames isn't questioning the flowers (which the maids assured him look very nice) because even though he doesn't know exactly where the urge came from he does know he couldn't exactly ignore it. There’s also a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket that Ames has been staring at it for over three hours now. He’s pretty sure the damn thing is room temperature by now and the ice is probably melted but he can’t bring himself to care.
He’s sitting on the bed, his elbows on his knees and he’s waiting. Goddamn it but he’s waiting. He actually has no fucking clue if 49-Alec will show up because frankly, Ames has never given the transgenic a reason to trust him. At all. He just knows that he might not be sane for too much longer if Alec doesn’t show up. This whole ‘changed chemistry’ thing was positively fucked.
Ames certainly hadn’t asked to pine after another person like a thirteen year old girl. He certainly hadn’t wanted it. But yet here he was, his every breath waiting on a knock at the door-
Ames leaps up when he hears the knock and it better not be the goddamned manager this time. He rips open the door and his knees out and out buckle with the pure pheromone that washes off him, cinnamon and chocolate and just enough to send him for a loop. His knees hit the floor and he’s now level with Alec’s crotch with works just fine for Ames. He grabs the transgenic around the waist, hauling him forward so Ames can bury his nose in Alec’s jeans. He mouths along the lengthening bulge filling out at the zipper and above him Alec whimpers a “Oh fuck…”
Yeah, that’s about right. Ames squeezes Alec’s ass as his mouth turns rougher, more desperate. He’s trying to convince himself to let go of Alec’s fine rear end when Alec grabs his hair, hauling him away. Ames growls but Alec cuts in with a “We’re in the hallway…” which finally helps Ames realize that he’s missed a crucial step in the process.
He surges to his feet and drags Alec forward, slamming the transgenic against the wall to kiss him hungry while he fumbles blindly for the door. Alec helps him out and together they slam it shut. “God, yeah,” Ames mutters, burying his hands into Alec’s hair. “Your perfect fucking lips. Christ…” He keeps kissing the X5 until the boy fairly melts against the wall in surrender. That’s even better.
The boy is looking better than he did on Eyes Only’s screen but Ames still wants to wrap him up in a cocoon for a few weeks, letting him do nothing but eat and fuck. Maybe he’ll get that wish soon enough.
Ames runs his hands down Alec’s chest, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt so he can get his greedy fingertips on the smooth skin he’s been dreaming about for weeks. At the first touch of skin on skin under Alec’s clothes, they both moan and the next thing Ames knows, he’s being shoved towards the bed.
He can live with that.
Alec pushes Ames down onto the bed with a hard shove before shucking his jacket and shirt and joining him, climbing up on top. “Oh fuck yeah,” Ames moans, skimming his hands down Alec’s back. “Love you on top…” It’s out of his mouth without him even being aware of it and of course the transgenic picks up on it.
Alec quirks eyebrow, a slow smile cracking his lips. “Yeah?” he says. “I love being up here…” He kisses Ames hard and fast as he unbuttons Ames shirt. He gets impatient about halfway through, though, and ends up just ripping it open, buttons flying everywhere. Ames can’t even pretend he cares though, because he knows he should have worn a different shirt. He knows. He reaches for his own belt, undoing it quick and unzipping his slacks while Alec kisses and licks his way down Ames chest.
As Alec nears Ames groin, though, Ames shudders. Alec shoots him a positively evil grin and tugs down the band of Ames underwear, licking underneath. Ames can’t stop his hips from surging upwards or his moan because that’s all the motivation Alec needs to finish tugging down Ames pants and sucking his dick into that sinfully wonderful mouth.
It’s as good as Ames thought it would be, all wet heat and talented tongue working along his length and he spreads his legs as much as he able while his hands come up to cover his face. “Christ…” he murmurs as Alec swirls his tongue over the head of Ames’s dick.
Alec gives him a final suck and then lets Ames’s wet dick go to slap against stomach. “Not Christ,” Alec says with a grin as he shucks off his own pants, “Alec.”
“Alec,” Ames repeats, just to see that smile brighten a little more. Alec climbs back on top of Ames, straddling his hips and Ames tries to thrust up against him.
“Uh uh,” Alec chides teasingly. “I’m on top, remember.”
“Not for long if you don’t hurry up,” Ames grits out because God, he’s dying here. It’s just about all he can do not to roll the infuriatingly sexy transgenic and fuck in to him.
Alec’s smirk is all sly knowingness. “Where’s the lube?” he asks, already just assuming that Ames would have some on hand. Which of course he does, but still.
“Nightstand,” Ames says with a jerk of his head, indicating the piece of furniture to the right of the bed. He’d wanted to leave it out for easy access but not only did that seem kind of tacky it was also a bit presumptuous-a thought that might have disturbed him in another life. He stares up at the ceiling, waiting.
Alec leans over and Ames hears the drawer of the nightstand opening then the click of the lube being popped open. Finally, he’s greeted by the wet slick sound of Alec playing with the lube and he groans impatiently. “I’m going to lose it before I even get it in you,” he complains.
“Some of us like to be prepared, jackass,” Alec shoots back and Ames finally glances up at him. Somebody must have sucker punched him again because suddenly he can’t catch his breath. Alec is still straddling Ames but his own fingers are burying in his ass, pumping in and out while he stretches himself. Ames licks his lips and stares and Alec rolls his eyes. “Oh, sure, now you like it…” But none of his words have any heat in them and after he says them, he pulls out of himself and grabs Ames’s dick with his lubed hand. Ames is willing to forgive a lot of things with that touch.
Then Alec’s positioning Ames cock and sliding down just as sweetly as he did so many weeks ago and Ames is busy just trying to relearn how to breathe. “Oh fuuuuck…” he hisses “Fuck yes…”
Alec’s hands come to rest against Ames chest as he starts to pump himself up and down, thighs straining to either side of Ames. He’s biting his bottom lip again, choking back the sweetest sounds and Ames rocks his hips unwilling and unable to stay still. His own hands come to rest on Alec’s waist, holding the boy steady as he works but that only lasts until Alec gives up on holding back his noise. Once he starts in on the little gasping mewls that Ames loves so much, Ames moves a hand to grip Alec’s cock, stroking his firmly and drawing out more broken cries. “Fucking gorgeous little slut,” Ames says, unrepentant fondness coloring his tone as he eyes the boy straining above him.
Alec shudders and comes with a moan, doubling over as he spills onto Ames chest. Ames groans and milks Alec’s cock with a few hard pulls until Alec whines and reaches down to stop his hand. Letting go of Alec’s oversensitized cock, he moves his hands back to gripping the boy’s hips, holding him still while he thrusts into him. Alec’s still shuddering around Ames and it isn’t long before Ames is coming too, his eyes rolling back into head with the sensation because it’s been too damn long.
Alec collapses on top of Ames and Ames lets him. The boy’s as warm as a damn blast furnace but Ames really doesn’t care. All he can really think about is how nice Alec feels against him and just how damn delicious he still smells.
Epilogue:
The apartment really isn’t much to look at. It’s more of just a whole in the wall than an actual place to live but that’s fine because Ames really has no plans on actually living in it. It’s just a really convenient place to fuck his lover while they wait for one of the Grand Poobahs of the Conclave to make his appearance sometime within the next week. This will be their third hit and only two more to go after him. Otto's already waiting at the next location. Good man. Ames is glad he didn't end up shooting him.
Alec, though, Alec is absolutely on fire tonight. The boy is arching, straining and struggling against Ames’s hold all in a mock fight, just tensing to see how well Ames can pin him and loving it. Ames, too, loves the playful battle, loves how Alec writhes underneath him. He pins Alec’s wrists to the bed and sucks on a sensitive nipple, drawing out all kind of sweet sounds from the transgenic. Eventually he moves down to settle his mouth between Alec’s legs, licking into him and feeling him shudder.
The insanity-inspiring ‘need-you-now’ feeling might have-thankfully-eased a few months ago but that doesn’t mean that Ames doesn’t love making Alec come. He likes making the transgenic squirm and moan and beg. There’s still times, though, usually when it’s been awhile for both of them, that just being in the same room as Alec will drop Ames to his knees because of the extra dosage of pheromones overwhelming the air. Those days, it’s really just better to stay inside and fuck all day.
He loves, though, that he doesn’t have to hold back with Alec, doesn’t have to be afraid of hurting him and that the only reason he needs to ever really watch himself is just to spare the furniture. It’s definitely better than a kick in the head.
And yeah, while he’s not done a complete 180 from the person he used to be, he’s still fighting back against everything he once believed in. Everything he was raised to believe in. He can’t, however, quite manage to regret it. Not when it means he gets to have Alec fighting by his side and no possible future orders to kill him.
He still likes intimidating the shit out of people and he still has a nasty temper-which leads to some absolutely rip-roaring fights and later rough make-up sex between him and the cocky transgenic. It makes him glad, though, that at least he’s bonded to Alec who maybe incredibly irritating at times but who still kind of likes Ames being the kind of man he is. "So I don't get bored," Alec says. As opposed to 45-MAX-who doesn't consider Ames nearly reformed enough for her tastes. She's not overly appreciative, either, when he counters her disappointment by pointing out that he's fucking Alec and not her. Women can be just so touchy at times.
There's still the fact though that Ames can’t get rid of the urge to bring home flowers at random times. Luckily, Alec thinks it's hilarious and Ames just kind of shrugs it off as being one of his things. With Alec, however, he's found that a particularly good piece of chocolate will accomplish about the same end.
Either way, he gets laid and, really, who can complain about that?