Ficlet: Two of the Four 'F's of Human Behavior | Dark Angel | Max/Alec | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Two of the Four 'F's of Human Behavior
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Max/Alec
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 511
Prompt: For the Porn Battle: Max/Alec, breeding, fight, fists, heat
Summary: Max goes into heat, with few prospects to take it out on, and tries to fight the desire, literally.
Disclaimer: I don't even know who owns Dark Angel. It ain't me!
Author's Notes: First time writing in this fandom. But I SO couldn't resist this prompt! I admit it, I love this pairing.
Warnings: Potentially triggery dubcon!
Two of the Four 'F's of Human Behavior
Max fights the impulse tooth and nail when it hits her. Going into heat again has been something she hasn't wanted to think about since the last time, but finding herself out on the road with only Alec and no other real prospects for possibly a hundred miles in any direction has her nerves shot and her inhibitions crumbling.
She'd sworn to keep Alec at arms length ever since he'd been brought to her as a breeding partner back at Manticore, but with the heat curling in her belly, hormones coursing through her, she can't keep herself away from him.
Oh, but she still fights it. Fights him. Lashes out, argumentative, smashes her fist into his jaw even as he tries to figure out what the hell is going on with her, his quips and cocky grin beneath sparkling hazel eyes and blonde hair just too much for her to take after long hours of trying desperately to bury her sudden desires. With another strike, she takes out his knee, a shove, and he's sprawled out over the motel bed. He doesn't fight back. Why the fuck isn't he fighting back?!
“Fight me!” she demands, growling and seething as she lands on top of him, straddling his hips, hands fisted in his shirt. “Dammit, Alec, I need you fight me!” There's a sob in her voice, need and desperation and frustration, not that she'll ever admit it.
Eyes wide, it's clear that it finally dawns on him what's going on, and suddenly everything is disorienting motion. Max finds herself pinned to the bed with his hands gripping her shoulders. She's not sure what happened to their clothes, but they're both naked, and he's pressing into her.
Jesus, fuck, this isn't what she wanted. It isn't―
A strangled cry rips from her throat as he thrusts all the way into her, hot and thick and stretching her just right. Endorphins flood her system, hormones having their way with her, and dammit, yes, this is exactly what she needed, the only way she'll get this thing to stop within her.
She can't help kissing him back when he presses close and finds her mouth with his own. Heat flows between them as they rock and thrust together, hips meeting with sweet friction, and it isn't long before that heat begins to overload her senses, orgasm crashing over her as her body tenses and shudders.
She feels Alec tense above her, his hips jerking as he fills her with his release, and the world is nothing but white, keening howls of ecstasy, the overpowering scent of sex and the grime of the dirty motel bed, and sticky sweat between them.
Afterward, when they lay beneath the covers curled around each other and slowly recovering, Alec makes a quip about the breeding program working after all.
The realization that there was no condom or any other anything in play hit Max like a truck, and the sudden weight of it all settles into the pit of her stomach. Seething again, Max punches Alec in the arm, hard.
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Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Max/Alec
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 511
Prompt: For the Porn Battle: Max/Alec, breeding, fight, fists, heat
Summary: Max goes into heat, with few prospects to take it out on, and tries to fight the desire, literally.
Disclaimer: I don't even know who owns Dark Angel. It ain't me!
Author's Notes: First time writing in this fandom. But I SO couldn't resist this prompt! I admit it, I love this pairing.
Warnings: Potentially triggery dubcon!
Two of the Four 'F's of Human Behavior
Max fights the impulse tooth and nail when it hits her. Going into heat again has been something she hasn't wanted to think about since the last time, but finding herself out on the road with only Alec and no other real prospects for possibly a hundred miles in any direction has her nerves shot and her inhibitions crumbling.
She'd sworn to keep Alec at arms length ever since he'd been brought to her as a breeding partner back at Manticore, but with the heat curling in her belly, hormones coursing through her, she can't keep herself away from him.
Oh, but she still fights it. Fights him. Lashes out, argumentative, smashes her fist into his jaw even as he tries to figure out what the hell is going on with her, his quips and cocky grin beneath sparkling hazel eyes and blonde hair just too much for her to take after long hours of trying desperately to bury her sudden desires. With another strike, she takes out his knee, a shove, and he's sprawled out over the motel bed. He doesn't fight back. Why the fuck isn't he fighting back?!
“Fight me!” she demands, growling and seething as she lands on top of him, straddling his hips, hands fisted in his shirt. “Dammit, Alec, I need you fight me!” There's a sob in her voice, need and desperation and frustration, not that she'll ever admit it.
Eyes wide, it's clear that it finally dawns on him what's going on, and suddenly everything is disorienting motion. Max finds herself pinned to the bed with his hands gripping her shoulders. She's not sure what happened to their clothes, but they're both naked, and he's pressing into her.
Jesus, fuck, this isn't what she wanted. It isn't―
A strangled cry rips from her throat as he thrusts all the way into her, hot and thick and stretching her just right. Endorphins flood her system, hormones having their way with her, and dammit, yes, this is exactly what she needed, the only way she'll get this thing to stop within her.
She can't help kissing him back when he presses close and finds her mouth with his own. Heat flows between them as they rock and thrust together, hips meeting with sweet friction, and it isn't long before that heat begins to overload her senses, orgasm crashing over her as her body tenses and shudders.
She feels Alec tense above her, his hips jerking as he fills her with his release, and the world is nothing but white, keening howls of ecstasy, the overpowering scent of sex and the grime of the dirty motel bed, and sticky sweat between them.
Afterward, when they lay beneath the covers curled around each other and slowly recovering, Alec makes a quip about the breeding program working after all.
The realization that there was no condom or any other anything in play hit Max like a truck, and the sudden weight of it all settles into the pit of her stomach. Seething again, Max punches Alec in the arm, hard.
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