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: Thank you so much for reviewing! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter published, but I’m kind of bogged down between the holidays and the rest of the fics I have to update *smiles sheepishly*. Serves me right for writing so many WIPs at once, huh! Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy this chapter.


Breeding Partners...Or Not!

Chapter 3

(by elle6778)



Day 3

20 hours later, they were still in the cell. By then, Max had run out of patience with Alec, who refused to back down from his defence of Manticore’s revolting Breeding Programme. She could not believe that Alec actually have the cheek to try to talk her into seeing things from Manticore’s point of view.

“There’s no way in hell I’ll agree to make babies for Manticore to torture. The whole thing’s just sick,” Max proclaimed hotly.

“Seriously, Max, not even with me? I assure you that the process itself will be enjoyable,” Alec said confidently.

Max snorted. She could not believe the guy’s ability to talk about his supposed skills like that. “Do you always have such an inflated ego or am I just so unlucky that you choose to inflict it on me?”

Alec looked thoughtful. “Just stating the facts, sweetheart,” he finally said.

“Your version of it, you mean?”

Alec shrugged, pushing against her as he did so. She could feel the heat of his body seeping towards her through their tops, making her feel uncomfortably aware of how strongly he was built. It reminded her of how defenceless she had felt last night in her cell.

Cheerfully, he said, “Hey, you can always try me out if you don’t believe me. You know, take me for a test drive. Hey, if I recall correctly, we have a date tonight. Perfect timing!”

Max’s mood darkened further as she thought again of what had happened between them last night. And what he intended to do to her tonight. There was no way she was going to let herself be cornered again and forced into completing Manticore’s disgusting task. “You’re not coming near me again tonight,” she growled in warning.

Alec said, sounding exasperated, “Listen, it’s not like I chose to be your breeding partner, alright. It’s my mission. YOU are my mission. This is Manticore, not some place outside where you can do whatever you feel like doing. We are soldiers and we have orders to follow. Get that into your head and just suck it up, soldier.”

“You can take your mission and stick it up your ass because there’s no way we’re copulating,” Max snarled.

“There’s no need to be such a bitch about it. And contrary to what you keep saying, we ARE going to complete this mission. It’s your problem how you choose to approach it. Easy or hard,” he said in a non-compromising tone.

At that moment, Max sorely wanted to smack him in the face. Gritting her teeth, she said, “You can try your best.”

“You haven’t seen what I’m capable of yet. I held back the last time,” he said ominously.

Max fought back a sudden surge of panic. If he had held back last night, then she would surely be in trouble when he decided not to hold back.

He’s just trying to scare you, her inner voice told her.

What if he was serious? What if he had held back last night? Damn it, she would not have a chance in hell to defend herself, Max thought miserably as she rested her forehead against the wall. For the hundredth time, she cursed Manticore for their sick Breeding Programme.

“Hey, what’s with the silence,” Alec asked, pushing against her for her attention.

“Would you quit shoving me already and shut up? I’m trying to ignore you here,” Max snarled hotly. She could not let him see how shaken she was at the thought of what he was going to try again tonight.

“Are you always this cheerful? Life outside must be treating you well,” Alec taunted, sounding completely unperturbed by her words.

“It’s not outside which I have a problem with. It’s Manticore and their stupid plans. The way they think that all transgenics are just animals to be tested and ordered about,” Max said in disgust.

“Watch it, I can report you for that.”

“Go ahead. Watch and see if I care.”

“You really want to make your stay here more unpleasant that what it has to be, don’t you? A word of advice, soldier, just follow the orders and things will be much easier on you,” Alec paused. “Including the order to copulate.”

“No chance in hell of that,” Max bit out.

“Fine, have it your way. I’m just trying to help.”

She snorted in disbelief. “Gee, thanks. I’m so touched,” she replied flatly.

“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart,” Alec drawled back.

Max rolled her eyes and decided to try her best to ignore him for the remainder of their punishment. Not an easy task considering that she could feel his every little movement. She groaned inwardly, hoping that it would be over soon. And the minute they got out, she needed to come up with a plan of defence for their ‘date’ tonight.

It needed to be something which he would not expect.


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The smell of food invaded his nostrils and made his mouth water. He was starving, considering that he had not eaten since breakfast yesterday. They served practically the same thing everyday, but at that moment Alec did not care. He made a beeline for the serving counter in the mess hall to pick up his tray of food.

It was all the runaway traitor’s fault that his stomach was so empty that he felt like it was going to cave in at any moment if he was not careful. He scowled deeply as he walked towards the empty seat beside X5-511, his one time partner in a mission, and sat down beside the dark haired transgenic.

After bestowing a curt nod to 511, Alec began to wolf down his food, barely taking a breath between mouthfuls.

With an amused expression, 511 said, “Hey, buddy. Slow down. The food isn’t going anywhere.”

Alec grunted as he continued to shove large mouthfuls of food into his mouth, too busy appeasing his hunger to reply to the other transgenic.

511 shrugged. “Suit yourself. Just make sure you face away from me when you choke.”

Alec threw him a biting look and swallowed. “Look, I’ve been stuck in Punishment and haven’t had a bite since breakfast yesterday, so forgive me for not having your beautiful table manners,” he said sarcastically.

Raising an eyebrow, 511 said, “Yeah, I’ve heard about that. You got yourself landed in Punishment with the ’09-er, 452, right. The rumour is, she gave the guards hell when she recovered from some surgery after the capture,” 511 smirked and then continued, “So you didn’t get far with the copulation, huh? What happened? Can’t handle the little runaway girl?”

Alec bristled at the hit on his abilities but he just snorted. “Nothing I can’t fix. She just took me by surprise. Won’t happen again.”

511 grinned and said, “Sounds like she’s quite interesting. Looks hot too. Shame she’s not assigned to me. I would have handled it better.”

“You’re welcomed to her if you want to. I’ll swap her with your breeding partner any day, at least then I could just finish the mission and get assigned to something else,” Alec said with a nonchalant wave of his hand. 511 would not know what hit him if he had been assigned to Max. But Alec knew that Renfro would not even consider swapping them. Hell, that woman probably got her kicks from seeing the transgenics suffer.

“Yeah, right, 494. Like I can just walk up to Renfro and request a swap,” 511 voiced Alec’s thoughts, rolling his eyes.

Alec shrugged. “I’ll back you up if you need me to,” he said honestly to 511. As hot as she was, 452 was definitely not worth the trouble he was going through. He had known her for less than 48 hours and in that short time, he had been insulted countless number of times and got kneed in the balls. Not to mention having to stand in a confined space without food or water with a rounded ass rubbing against him.

And now his reputation was at stake. 511 would no doubt give him hell about this for years to come.

It was all Max’s fault. If she would just get on with the orders, he would not be in this position. He had tried to explain things to her in the cell, but she had steadfastly refused to even listen to his point of view. How hard could it be to just follow the orders? It was a simple mission, a quick copulation for a few weeks should do the job. Max would get pregnant, Manticore would be happy and he would be free to go on to another mission. Simple.

But, no! She had to make it more complicated than it should be. It was not as if Manticore was going to ask her to look after the kid or something. A few months of accelerated gestation period was all she had to go through before the baby was delivered, and then she would be free to get on with whatever Manticore wanted her to do next.

Alec sighed and put down his fork, his appetite suddenly deserting him. He had no sleep last night and he was tired. Too tired to think about what he has to do tonight in Max’s cell. He knew her well enough by now to know that she would put up a monster of a fight and he was too tired to look forward to it.

“Hey, 494! Snap out of it, man!” 511 called out, snapping his fingers in front to Alec’s eyes. “Thinking about tonight, huh? More action coming up with 452?” he asked cheekily.

Alec shook his head. “Nope, just spacing out,” he lied.

Adopting a sympathetic expression, 511 stood up and laid a reassuring hand on Alec’s shoulder. “Give it time. She’ll give in at some point. They all do.”

Alec resisted the urge to snort. Max giving in? Hardly likely. What was 511 going on about? Looking up questioningly, he asked, “What do you mean?”

“They’re females right? There’s this little thing called heat. By then, you’ll be the one pushing her away,” 511 said with a grin.


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Max jack-knifed up from her bunk into a sitting position when the door to her cell clanked open.

Damn, it was that time already, she thought tetchily. She had spent the last few hours thinking up a plan, and she finally found something viable. But she was not exactly keen to carry it out.

Alec stepped in slowly, watching her as she stood up to face him. “Max…How’s my favourite girl?” he asked with a grin. “Ready for some fun tonight?”

Max glared at him. “It was fun before you came in.”

Waggling his brows, Alec asked, “Yeah? What have you been doing? Dreaming about me?”

“You wish. I have better things to do than to dream about you, smart ass,” she retorted.

Alec clapped his hands together and smirked, ignoring her jab. “Ah well, let’s try again, shall we? We’ve got a mission to complete,” he said brightly.

Max gave him a disgusted look.

“Helps if you take off your clothes by yourself this time. I don’t want to keep ripping them off. Manticore won’t be too happy with us if we kept asking for new ones. Puts a dent in the finances, you know,” Alec advised sagely as he walked closer to her.

“What makes you think I care?” she said as she wondered how she was supposed to put her plan in action without rousing his suspicion.

“You know, they may even decide to stop issuing you with new clothes, you know that? That’ll make thing much easier for me. I’ll just have to slowly work my way through all the layers, less layers each day,” Alec said thoughtfully. “Not a bad idea, actually.”

Max grimaced. “You’re sick, you know that?”

“Nope. I’m just following orders. Now, come on. We’re both tired from Punishment. So do us both a favour and let’s get this over with without too much fuss, huh?” Alec said, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the bunk.

Okay, girl, this is it, she thought. Pasting a smile which she hoped looked genuine, she said, “I guess.”

Alec raised his eyebrows, his expression disbelieving. “Did my ears deceive me? I’m shocked, Max. What? Not putting up a fight today?”

Max sighed. “I’m not in the mood to fight with you. I’m too tired,” she said, hoping that he would believe her.

Alec frowned, looking thoughtful. And then the thoughtful look morphed into an expression of distrust.

Shit, he doesn’t look anywhere near convinced, she thought. Max kept her smile pasted on her face, but she knew that she had to do something to stop him from thinking too much. She needed to do something before he guessed what she was up to. Swallowing hard, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up as she walked towards him, hips swaying seductively. Throwing her shirt to the floor, she continued to move closer to him, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her eyes locked onto his. Slowly, she ran her hand from the side of her neck down her front.

She resisted the urge to exhale in relief when Alec gaped, his eyes dilated with desire.

When she was just inches from him, she stopped and her hand went down to her waistband, undoing her trousers. As she pushed it down, she said throatily, “Cat got your tongue, Alec?”

“Huh? No…No…” he said absently, watching the progress of her trousers sliding down her legs. And then, obviously regaining his composure, he smirked and said, “Just admiring the view.”

Clad only in her Manticore issue bra and panties, she stood facing him with her hand on her hips. Max felt inexplicably gratified at the appreciative look Alec was giving her. Must be the female pride thing, she thought. The way he gazed at her was making her skin feel more sensitised than usual. She must have gone too long without satisfying her physical needs. Well, it had been a while since she had her last heat.

“This is more like it,” Alec growled as he closed the gap between them.

“Better enjoy it while you can,” Max said.

Alec smirked. One of his hands went to caress her cheeks and then trailed down her neck while the other snaked around her waist to pull her closer. Max turned her neck to the side to allow him better access and her body arched towards him involuntarily, her senses exploding at his touch. Then, realising what her body was doing, she stiffened slightly. Ugh, Max. Focus on the task, girl, she admonished herself.

Alec obviously detected the sudden change in her, because he pulled back. “What? Changed your mind so soon?” he asked warily, his eyes searching hers.

Max shook her head, not trusting herself to speak, just in case she gave the game away. Intent on dispelling Alec’s doubts, she moved her hand to him and slowly ran it down his chest. Moving her palm back up his chest, she let the tip of her fingers graze his nipples, trying to ignore how smooth his skin felt over his hard muscles. Her lips twitched as she heard him suck in his breath sharply. He was definitely affected by her touch, she reflected. She could now smell the heady scent of his arousal, his pheromones hovering thick in the air, coaxing a response from her.

Alec caught her wrist in his hands, stopping her motions. She brought her eyes up to his to find those hazel orbs blazing with desire. Her body responded with an unwanted wave of arousal. Damn it, Max. Keep your head in the game,she scolded when she felt herself heating up. This was turning out to be much more difficult that she had thought it would be.

They sank down together onto the bunk facing each other. Max’s eyes widened as Alec lowered his lips to hers. She was torn between avoiding his lips or just let it continue. Before she could decide, she felt Alec’s soft lips descending on hers. Pressing against her, he deepened the kiss, his movements rough and almost desperate. Max’s mind clouded over as she responded involuntarily, hardly aware of what she was doing while their tongues battled for dominance. Her brain had deserted her but she could not find the will to care.

She heard Alec groan deep in his throat as his hand moved down from her neck to caress her breast. His fingers grazed her already hardened nipple before pinching each of them in turn. Jolts of pleasure coursed through her at his touch, and she could not help but moan at the contact. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moved closer, straddling him. Through the thin material of her panties, she felt the hard ridge of his arousal, and she could not keep herself from grinding against it, eliciting a throaty groan from Alec. Her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin, moving only by instinct.

Absently, she realised that her mind was screaming something at her. Something about her plan.

Her eyes shot open when she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. And it was definitely not making out with her breeding partner. Her arousal faded abruptly, leaving her oddly cold as her thoughts sank in. For some reason, she now felt a twinge of remorse at what she was about to do. But she knew that it had to be done. She would not allow Manticore to dictate who she had sex with.

Shifting slightly, she moved behind Alec under the pretence of kissing the back of his neck. Her front was pressed against his back and her knees were resting down on the top of his thighs. This is it, she thought. Max gritted her teeth, hardening her resolve for what she was about to do next. With a swift move, she circled her arms around his neck and suddenly tightened her hold.

Alec stiffened in shock. “What the fuck!” he choked out. “Let me go!”

His hands were gripping her arms painfully, trying to pry them off, but Max had the advantage of surprise. In her position, Alec was effectively restrained. Her arms continued to apply a steady pressure to his neck, cutting of his air as she clamped down on her feeling of regret.

“Y-you bitch,” he rasped, struggling against her. “I c-can’t believe…”

Come on, just pass out! Please, Max urged silently.

Tensing suddenly, Alec’s muscles bunched up. In a blink of an eye, Max found herself flung together with Alec onto the hard floor, the impact jarring her bones. Not loosening her grip, she continued to cling on tenaciously to his neck, trying to ignore the raspy sounds escaping his lips.

It seemed to have taken forever, but Alec finally slumped against her, unconscious. Max swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling awful as she released him. Pulling herself to her feet, she put on her clothes with shaky hands.

Taking a deep breath, she told herself that it had to be done. She should not feel guilty, because Alec would gladly force himself on her anyway. In fact, she had not done much worse than what he had intended to do to her. Right?

Still unconvinced, Max made her way to the door. “Guards!” she called out through the open grill in the door.

A few seconds later, two guards appeared at her door, peering in cautiously. And then they noticed Alec’s unconscious body. “What happened in here?” one of them asked suspiciously.

Max replied levelly, “I think it got a bit too much for him. He passed out. Can you get him back to his cell?”

The guards looked unconvinced, but they nodded and proceeded to drag him out of the cell.

When the door slammed shut, Max sat back on her bunk, trying to make sense of what happened just now. It had gone further than she intended it to. Her original plan was just to tease him enough to distract him enough to get close to him for the chokehold, not actually participate fully in a making out session. She guessed she got a bit carried away, but she hated to admit that while it lasted, she had actually enjoyed it. Not that she wanted it to go any further.

The only problem she had was the fact that she was still feeling bad about what she had done to him. Shaking her head, she told herself to forget it. He deserved it anyway.

A small voice in her head mocked, yeah, whatever you need to tell yourself, Max.




t.b.c.


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A/N: Hmm…I’m having a bit of mixed feelings about this. What’s your view on it? Please review and let me know.

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