Breeding Partners, or Not!

Disclaimer: Dark Angel and its characters do not belong to me. This fan-fiction had been written purely for entertainment purposes. No infringement had been intended and no profit had been made out of this.

A/N: Wow, thank you all so much for the reviews. I’m glad that you enjoyed the first chapter. I guess I’d better carry on then (winks).

Breeding Partners…or not - Chapter 2

(By elle6778)


“So where were we?” Alec asked predatorily, watching her with a feeling akin to anticipation.

The runaway girl had spirit, and he admired her for that. It was a shame that they had not met under different circumstances. Otherwise, he would be that they would probably get along fantastically.

It also helped that she looked hot as hell. Even when she was glaring murderously at him, like now.

Alec grinned inwardly. He had not expected to actually enjoy his latest mission, but he now he felt that it might be quite entertaining. It would be a challenge but at least that would bring some spark back into his life. He had been feeling rather dead ever since his last mission. And this was the first opportunity he had to release all the tension brought on by his reindoctrination.

He watched Max roll her eyes. “I was kicking your ass,” she replied with a sickly sweet smile.

Alec raised an eyebrow. “Really? I was under the impression that you were kissing the wall a second ago after being soundly beaten by yours truly,” he threw back cockily.

“Shut up, you jackass!”

Alec smirked, glad that he had hit a nerve. “Language…language. You know, 452. I bet you could be really nice if you put your mind to it. Want to give it a try?”

“Why waste it on you?” she retorted. “And my name’s Max, not 452.”

“Max…” he said, trying out the sound of her name. He decided that he liked it, but not as much as he liked ‘Alec’. Then grinning mischievously, knowing that it would probably piss her off even more, he chanted, “Maxie…Maxie…”

Her eyes flared in irritation. “It’s MAX! Call me Maxie again and I’ll bounce your ass off the wall.”

“Sheesh, you need to control that temper of yours, Maxie. It’s so unfeminine. Not exactly an attractive trait for a breeding partner,” Alec taunted with a laugh.

Blinking innocently at him, she raised one eyebrow and said, “Oh yeah? Then I suggest you go back to Renfro and ask for a swap. I mean, with your track record and all, you should have no problems finding partners, right?”

“Well, I don’t think Renfro’s going to fall for that. You see, we’ve been paired off based on genetic compatibility. Seems that between us, we can produce healthy and strong mini- transgenics. Mini-you and mini-me. I just hope that they don’t take after your temper,” he said, frowning worriedly for effect.

Max snorted. “We’re not having babies together, so you can stop that line of thought,” she spat.

Holding his hand to his heart, Alec said, “You wound me, Max. Are you saying that I’ll not be up to the task?”

“What do you think? Up to it or not, get it through your thick head that this isn’t going to happen in this lifetime,” she said hotly.

“I don’t think Renfro wants to wait until our next lifetime. And anyway, I’m sure that I could persuade you to change your mind,” he said, advancing towards her slowly, his body announcing his intention to her. Unknowingly she had challenged him. And Alec was not someone who backed away from such a challenge.

“Dream on, smart ass,” she said as she stepped away from him.

Alec smirked and then suddenly dashed towards her, pinning her against the wall. He felt a perverse sense of satisfaction when she began to struggle. The girl’s determination was admirable. But admirable or not, he had a mission to complete and he had no intention of failing it.

He pressed his body harder against hers, effectively preventing her from escaping with his larger mass. One of his hands came up to grasp her hair, yanking her head to one side to expose her neck to him, also effectively preventing her from head butting him again. He latched his lips to her neck, ignoring her furious scream of protest as his other hand went between them to her waistband.

As he nipped and sucked at her soft skin, breathing in the scent of her skin, he suddenly realised how aroused he was. Was he actually getting excited because of her, or because she was such a challenge? He decided to file that question to be dissected later. Impatient to move on, he fumbled more urgently at her zipper, tugging it down roughly. Her struggles and her attempts to bite his face were making it harder than he anticipated. Sliding his hand between her pants and her skin, he tried to push the offending article of clothing down.

Caught up in his own actions, he did not see her next move.

Suddenly, all he felt was an overwhelming white-hot blinding pain in the region of his groin. Alec cursed loudly as he staggered away from her, clutching his abused reproductive organ as he bent over. He could not believe she had just kneed him.

It was completely…unprofessional!

“Fuck! What the hell did you do that for?” he yelled, furious beyond belief. He squeezed watering his eyes shut in a futile attempt to blank out the throbbing pain. Any feelings of arousal which he had was now completely gone.

Max immediately distanced herself from him and re-fastened her pants. Her expression was triumphant as she watched his agony. “Aw, see what you’ve made me do,” she cooed mockingly.

“That’s unnecessary, and you know it,” Alec snapped angrily.

Max raised an eyebrow, obviously enjoying herself at his expense. “Is it not? You’re about to force yourself on me and you’re telling me that that’s unnecessary?”

Alec glowered. “It’s just a simple order. Why can’t you just follow it instead of making it so difficult?”

“Listen, dumbass. I’m not in the habit of following Manticore’s orders. I don’t give a shit what they think, is that clear enough for you?” she said glaring at him.

“Has it occurred to you that not everyone here thinks the same way as you do? I’ll probably end up in psy-ops again if I don’t manage to get you knocked up,” Alec said, still glowering at her.

Max rolled her eyes. “Save the sob story for someone who cares, alright. Now, I’m tired and I want to sleep. You can try again if you want, but I’m not participating. Not to mention that you’re probably too injured to carry on with the mission anyway,” she said with a snort of amusement.

Alec shot her a murderous look. He decided that he had changed his mind about enjoying this mission. Getting a knee in his groin had definitely not been enjoyable. But what he would enjoy more than anything now was to get back at her.

Alec was not stupid. Knowing that he had been bested in this round, he decided that he would leave it.

For now.

But the girl was sorely mistaken if she thought that he had any intention of letting this incident slide. Straightening gingerly, he put on his shirt and pants with the minimum amount of movement. Tossing her a final challenging look, he knocked on the cell door for the guards to let him out.

Now it was war, Alec thought in grim anticipation as he headed back to his cell.


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Day 2

Max stood in line with the rest of the transgenics involved in the breeding programme, dutifully awaiting Renfro’s inspection. Alec was standing next to her, and Max had been trying to move as far as possible away from him without being too obvious. A quick glance at him earlier had told her that he had not forgotten what she had done last night. Max snorted inwardly, as if he could forget. She had also felt a surge of satisfaction when she noticed that he had a large bruise on his lips, courtesy of her head butting last night.

He deserved it after trying to force himself on me, Max thought vindictively.

That was not to say that Max herself had escaped unscathed. Her left cheek, arm and shoulders sported bruises the colour of a rainbow and she felt sore all over. She guessed that it was expected, considering the force at which she had impacted with the wall last night. She had to admit that the bastard was strong.

Too strong.

It had been hard to keep up her tough façade in the face of what that could have ended up as rape. She hated to admit it, but she had been pretty shaken after what had happened last night in her cell. Being a transgenic out in the Ordinary world and a transgenic in Manticore was definitely different. What had taken place last night would never have gone as far as it did in Manticore if it had happened outside. In Manticore, surrounded by those who seemed to be intent on seeing her suffer, she had come to realise that it was harder to defend herself.

Strangely enough, ever since she had been brought back, she had never felt as alive as she had done last night. It was as if Alec’s antics gave her something to look forward to, something to vent her anger on. Something to challenge her wits and strength. The realisation of this made her feel disgusted at herself. She was not some sick person who enjoyed being tortured.

As Renfro moved to the pair beside them, Max heard the female X5 say, “Copulation was unsuccessful, ma'am.”

At that, Renfro queried, “Explain.”

“X5-698 failed to achieve minimum mission requirements, ma'am.”

Max stifled the urge to smirk as an idea presented itself to her. She could not wait until Renfro got to her. With luck, she might even land the smart ass in psy-ops. Hopefully for a long, long time. Long enough for Renfro to forget the idea of making him continue as her breeding partner.

A few moments later, Renfro stood in front of her and Alec. She raised a thin eyebrow when she noted the multiple bruises on both of them. “Report,” she said simply.

Payback time, Max thought.

“Copulation unsuccessful, ma’am,” Max replied before Alec could, keeping her face straight. She could have sworn that she could feel the hostile vibes from Alec.

“Really, 452? Explain,” Renfro said with no trace of surprise in her expression, but she continued to watch both of them intently with her sharp eyes.

“X5-494 accidentally injured himself during the mission,” Max said, staring straight ahead unblinkingly. Take that, dumbass! Let’s see how you’re going to talk your way out of this, she thought.

Renfro gave Max a scathing look before turning to look at Alec. “X5-494, did Medical treat this injury?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Why not?” Renfro asked.

“It was not serious,” Alec said tightly.

Max could barely contain her mirth. She could almost feel his fury at being embarrassed like this in front of the rest of the transgenic.

“But serious enough to render you incapable of carrying out your mission?” Renfro asked disbelievingly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“What was the nature of this injury?” Renfro asked.

“The injury was sustained in an area where it renders me temporarily incapable of copulation, ma’am,” Alec gritted out.

“I see,” Renfro said thoughtfully, and then fell silent as she studied the both of them. After a moment’s deliberation, she finally said, “X5-494 and X5-452, report to Punishment Cell 2. You’ll both remain there for 24 hours.”

Max’s eyes widened in horror. Damn Renfro to hell, she thought viciously. She should have seen this coming. Renfro was out to get her ever since she had been re-captured. The worse thing was, the Punishment Cells were small box-like compartments which normally only fit one person. Putting two of them in one of those cells would mean that they needed to be standing skin to skin to even fit in.

Damn, she thought, feeling absolutely dejected.


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The guard walked behind them, supposedly to lead them to the Punishment cell. As if the transgenics did not know where those cells were. All of them had at one point or another, spent hours or even days in those boxes.

Alec smirked with satisfaction as he took note of Max’s sullen expression. He would bet that she had not even thought of the possibility of her plan to embarrass him backfiring on her. But that was not to say that he was overjoyed to have ended up in the same position as her.

He wondered why Renfro had chosen this form of punishment for them. It was not as if he could actually complete his mission in such a confined space. The least she could have done was maybe to put them in a more spacious cell, and then at least he could attempt to carry out his orders. But now, all Renfro would achieve was for them to get even more irritated at each other.

The guard unlocked the cell and gestured for them to step in.

Without looking at him, Max stepped into the cell, placing herself as close as physically possible to the wall she was facing. There was no doubt in Alec’s mind that she wanted to be as far as she could from him.

Alec stepped in, purposely shoving himself against her back in the process. Max did not say anything but he could feel the irritation emanating in waves from her. Just as he managed to get his entire body into the cell, his front pressing tight against her back, the guard slammed the door shut and locked it.

They stood there in silence, listening to the fading sound of the guard’s footsteps until they could not hear it anymore.

Unable to hold his tongue any longer, Alec cleared his throat and said, “Thanks to you, 452, that we’re now stuck in this stupid box.”

“Shut up!” Max snapped, holding her body stiffly as she tried to move closer to the wall in front of her. An impossible task, Alec noted in amusement.

“What? I’m just stating the facts. Why? Can’t take it, 452?” he mocked, calling her by her designation on purpose.

“My name’s Max! Not 452,” Max growled irritably.

Alec bent his face close to her ears, smirking as she tensed further, and whispered, “Okay…Max. Whatever you say.”

“Can you back off a little? I’m feeling a bit squashed here,” she snapped as she wiggled in an attempt to move away.

Alec stifled a groan. All her wiggling was encouraging his body to have wayward thoughts. Hardly surprising, considering that her rounded backside was in tight contact with his groin.

“No, Max. Just in case you haven’t noticed, there’s no space for me to move around here,” he said in a surprisingly level tone. He tried to block the feeling of her pushing against him. This could get real painful for him if she continued.

“You’re just doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Max accused.

“Gee, you have issues, you know that? It was YOU who landed us in this mess in the first place, and now you can’t stop complaining.”

“I will stop complaining if you’ll just move away a bit!” she yelled in frustration as she tried to force him back with her body.

“How many times must I say it? There’s no space to STAND, let alone move. Get it? And would you just QUIT moving?” Alec snapped, his patience finally running out. Could the woman stop wiggling like that? The last thing he wanted was to get aroused with no way of relieving himself. He suddenly wondered if this was Renfro’s plan after all. That woman was definitely sick enough to think of torturing them like this.

Max huffed loudly and finally stopped moving, obviously resigned to their predicament. Much to Alec’s relief. If she had continued to move, he would surely be uncomfortably aroused. And that was the last thing he wanted at that moment.

He decided that it would be a bad idea to continue to goad her while they had no way of fighting it out. For all he knew, she might be tempted to head-butt him again.

Or worse, continue to wiggle against him.

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t.b.c.

A/N: Hmm, wonder who will come up tops in this battle of wills. Care to place a bet? Alec or Max? Please review and let me know what you think!

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