It's Getting Hot In Here

By: jracklesfan77

folder 1 through F › Dark Angel

Rating: Adult ++

Chapters: 6

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Category: 1 through F › Dark Angel

Rating: Adult ++

Chapters: 6

Views: 5,837

Reviews: 8

Recommended: 0

Currently Reading: 0

Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter Five

Chapter 5

Axel and Biggs watched Quinn with
unconcealed hatred. The other man was in the position they should have
been in. Locked on Max. If this were a strategy, and Max the target, Quinn
wouldn't have been the first to get the girl. But his strength was what he was
known for. No surprise that he'd broken free before the others. And it was only
a matter of time before that changed.

Axel glanced around the room taking in
the irritation and extreme displeasure of his fellow transgenics. He was pleased
to see he wasn't alone in his anger. Max had been playing with them for hours
and no one had yet been able to get what they wanted. Except for Max. And now it
seemed that Quinn would be the one to actually turn the tables on the temptress
who'd been mercilessly taunting them.

His friend, was intimately
pressed against Max. Her lithe body was shiny with sweat and trembling with
need. She was moaning, grinding her hips against Quinn's, teasing and torturing
them both. The scrap of lace that separated her from the closest contact she
could have with Quinn was the focal point of 7 pairs of eyes.

"Ma-ax," Quinn breathed out
raggedly. "I need to touch you. You need me to touch you - I can feel
it."

And she did. The heat emanating from
his body warmed her from within. It uncurled inside, hot fingers of fire licking
her veins and making her heart beat faster. His hard, pulsing length lined the
inside of her thigh making it difficult for her to think of anything else but
the need to feel him inside her.

Breaking contact, she felt a rush of
disappointment. But she could fix that. All she had to do was remove the barrier
that kept her from his fire. She took another step back, eyes locked on Quinn's.
Her breath quickened at the look in his eyes. His usual stunning blue orbs were
dark and stormy and heavy lidded. His lips were swollen from kisses. She began
to slide her panties down, watching in fascination as his tongue darted out to
wet his lips in anticipation. Desire raged again and she bent at the waist,
giving the restrained males a tantalizing show. They watched, entranced, as the
muscles in her legs tautened, her ass tight and round, the skin smooth and
supple. She quickly stepped out of her underwear, tossing it blindly over her
shoulder and coming to an upright position once again.

She nodded at Quinn. "You're right. I do need to be touched," she said quietly.

Quinn's lips broke into a feral grin as she moved forward, completely revealed to him. Every curve was accentuated by the way she held herself. Confidence, power, and raw need emanated from her in waves, fueling Quinn's own lust. Their eyes met and both were trapped in the unbridled desire they saw there. For a moment, though overwhelmed with sexual need, neither could move.

The intense moment was shattered by the unexpected digital melody of "I Got You Babe" sounding throughout the apartment. Max broke eye contact with Quinn to survey the room
and discern where the sound was coming from. "How the hell am I supposed to enjoy myself with that shit ruinin' the mood?" she muttered angrily. She focused her hearing, noting that the sound was coming from Jake's direction. His eyes were wide and there was a faint
flashing light visible through the denim of his pocket. "How cute, Jakey. Who is that calling you? Could it be Tia?" Her lips curled into a sneer as she left the suddenly unhappy Quinn.

Jake remained silent, hoping that she'd just let it ring until the voice-mail picked up.
No such luck, he thought as her left hand dipped into his front jean pocket and her other hand found more exposed places to go.
Don't let her answer. Please don't let her answer. He knew if Tia thought something was up, she would come running. And Max seemed too dangerous for anyone. He did not want Tia coming into this when Max was acting so territorial. But it was too late.

"Hello?" Max answered, her voice still husky from her encounter with Quinn not moments before. "Oh, I'm afraid Jake can't really come to the phone right now. No, we're...busy," Max said with a grin.

"Max, get your ass back over here, now!" Quinn commanded, too far gone to care that he could be overheard.

Max winked at him, then turned back to Jake. "Bye, Tia," she said abruptly, ending the call. She tossed the phone in the air a couple times, like she would do to test the balance of a throwing knife. Then, almost quicker than Jake could follow, she tossed the phone, end over end out of the barely open window. "No more interruptions," she purred at Jake, leaning in close to his face. She could smell the heady scent of testosterone, sweat, and fear on his skin and could think of nothing but tasting him, devouring him.

Jake refused to look at her, instead staring at the spot where his only chance at salvation had departed. "Tia wanted me to give you a message. But I didn't like hers. Here's mine." She nearly growled the last word as she placed both hands on either side of the X5's face. Using one, she ripped the gag down to rest on his chin.

"Max, don't - !" Jake managed to get out before Max pulled him down, crushing her lips to his with bruising force. The surprise attack had caught Jake with his mouth open, and Max's curious tongue plunged its way in to war with his. Jake tried to block out what was happening, tried to only think of Tia. But with each bold caress from Max's tongue, his inhibitions melted away, until he could no longer remember why he wouldn't want her.

Max knew the moment Jake gave in and wanted to revel in it - another man broken to her will. But then, from across the room, another interruption made it's presence known. Max roughly pulled away, a deep growl forming in her throat. "What
the fuck is it now?" Her head whipped around to confront the offending noise. Biggs' phone, she noted, her eyes focusing on the jeans around Biggs' ankles.
"Dammit, these people have lousy timing!"

She blurred to Biggs, grabbing the phone from his pocket. She read the name on the display before answering.
Lianna. "What do you want?" she hissed. She cocked her head to the side as she listened to the anger in
her friend's voice. Glancing at Biggs' shackles, she licked her lips before answering the other woman. Biggs was too entranced with the staying image of Max's tongue against her lips to hear what she said in
reply. He only heard the uncharacteristic giggle before she flipped the phone shut.

|O|O|O|

Lianna sat down on the slightly dilapidated couch in her and Biggs' living room. She wrung her hands worriedly as she looked at the clock for the fourth time in the last five minutes.
Dammit, Biggs! Where are you? Biggs had told her he was coming home right after he finished planning the B&E job with Alec. They'd started hours ago and Lianna knew, even as anal retentive as they both were about 'getting the job done right', there was no way they'd have taken this long.

Frantic knocking sounded from the apartment door, snapping Lianna out of her daze. She jumped up and nearly blurred to the door, hoping that it was Biggs and he'd just lost his keys again.
He's got some serious explaining to do! she thought as she swung open the door. The sight that greeted her was not her handsome X5 boyfriend, but two very disgruntled transgenic females.

"Tia, Terra, what are you doing here?" Without waiting for a response, Lianna quickly added, "Have you seen Biggs?" Her eyes showed the panic and fear that was beginning to take her over. "He was supposed to be home hours ago and never showed up."

The two women walked in the door, the politeness of asking to come in lost on them in that moment. Tia spoke first. "Listen, Li. I think something is seriously wrong. I mean, I got this bad feelin'...plus the phone call..." Tia trailed off, leaving Lianna more confused than she was before.

"Phone call? What're you talking about Tia? What's wrong?"

"Max came to get Jake, saying that Alec and Biggs had gone to do recon for the heist. She said something had gone wrong and they might've been captured. Jake left with her and I haven't heard from him in hours. Max said they were going to HQ, but no one's there except Luke and Dix...and they say nothing happened. That Biggs and Alec didn't even do recon for the B & E!" Tia's bottom lip began trembling, whether because of anger, worry, or both Lianna couldn't tell. Either way, it was dangerous.

"What about the phone call?" Lianna prompted before putting her index finger to her mouth and chewing on the only nail she hadn't bitten down to the skin yet.

Tia looked down at the floor for several long seconds. "I called Jake's cell phone." When Tia returned her gaze straight, tears were welling in her eyes. "Max answered the phone. Max answered Jake's phone. I even thought I heard other people in the background - Quinn, maybe someone else." Tia snorted. "It didn't quite sound like planning a rescue mission to me."

"Did Max say where they were? Or what they were doing? I'm sure there's an explanation -" Lianna begun, but was stopped when Terra held up her hand.

"Max came to get Axel, too, when I was with him. Only she gave him a completely different story of why he needed to go with her." Anger flashed in the red-head's eyes like lightning. "I wanna know what the hell is going on with our fearless leader," she spat.

Lianna quickly pulled out her cell phone. "We'll figure this out right now." Lianna had picked up the phone countless times while waiting for Biggs to come home, but she had kept putting it off in the hopes he'd walk in any minute, full of love and apologies. But something was definitely wrong with this picture. She hit the speed-dial number for Biggs' phone and held her breath while the phone rang.

Instead of being greeted with Biggs' deep voice and a sultry hello, she was met with a curt "What do you want?"

"Max?! What's going on? Where's Biggs?" Lianna nearly yelled into the receiver. Tia and Terra looked at each other, eyebrows raised in surprise.

Lianna's eyes narrowed as she heard the reply followed by a giggle and then the dial-tone. "That bitch!" She slammed the phone shut and shoved it in her pocket angrily.
"Girls, I say we go find our men and see what the fuck is going on!"

Tia's eyes widened. "What the hell did
Max say?"

Lianna was already at the door, gripping the knob so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Her
jaw flexed and rage burned in her gaze. "'Biggs is a little tied up at the
moment.'"

|O|O|O|

Quinn was more than annoyed. He was
furious. He'd been so close to getting
what he so desperately craved: Max. She'd been ready and willing and he
was hurting. His skin ached to be touched, enveloped, consumed. And her
moist heat had been within his reach. Quinn didn't take kindly to losing in any
shape or form.

His voice thick with pent-up need, he
called out again, "Come on, Max! We've got unfinished..." he paused
and leered in her direction, "...business."

Max tossed her head back and laughed, letting the phone drop to the floor as she made her way back to
Quinn. "Don't have to tell me twice, lover boy," she drawled.

Max knew the hold she had over these
men. Taking advantage of their positions and her power, she shook her hair
loose, letting it ripple and fall around her shoulders. She rolled her
shoulders, causing her breasts to jut out, hard nipples pointing up in the cool
air. Max ran her fingers through her hair, down her chest and then over her
stomach in circular motions. It was something that turned her on - pleasuring
herself. Only this time, she didn't intend to finish the job alone. She stepped
closer to Quinn.

His eyes were half-shut, his body
quaking with need. Chancing a glance at Alec, he smiled devilishly at his friend
before saying the words he never thought he'd be in the position to utter.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this, Max. How
long I've wanted you..."

Alec glared daggers, his anticipated
chain yanking causing Quinn to chuckle. "That's right, Alec. I've always
wanted Max. No point hiding it anymore; she did choose me over you,
didn't she?"

"I did?" she whispered,
rubbing her breasts with one hand while entangling the other in the dark curls
that covered her aching core.

Biggs followed the motions of her
fingers with his eyes, trying to fight the way her erotic and suggestive
movements were making him feel, yet concurrently knowing he couldn't look away.
There was no denying he wanted her. And he felt oddly possessive of the
provocative woman who seemed hell-bent on fucking his friend. Why Quinn?
He'll never satisfy you, Max! Let me show you how it's supposed to be...

As if pulled by some unseen magnetic force, Max turned abruptly and stared intently at Alec. Fierce female pride washed over her as she felt his heated gaze
rake over every inch of her body. He was responding; the telltale bulge in his pants and the look of pure lust shadowing his face telling her all she needed to know. She reached up and slid the cotton gag from his mouth.

Biggs stared in surprise. Alec?
She's actually going for Alec. The bastard. All rational thought had
disappeared at the touch of Max's lips on his own, and Biggs no longer cared
that Max was supposedly Alec's girl. Axel,
Quinn and now Alec. The fucking tease is really starting to piss me off! he
seethed.

Ignoring the three equally enraged men she'd left behind, Max focused on the
handsome, blonde transgenic suspended before her. She smiled coyly and resumed her self-exploration
- and all thoughts of what he'd planned to say flew from his mind. She was teasing him again. But this time it was as if they were in their own
world - a world where only the two of them existed. He knew he should be reasoning with her, stopping her. But Alec couldn't tear himself away from her exquisite body, couldn't deny the ache that grew inside of him as her fingers danced over
her breasts, tweaking and rolling dusky nipples, and then trailing lower on her stomach in a torturous downward
spiral.

The others had been granted the gift of
her mouth but still she held out on him. "Why won't you kiss me, Max?"
he hissed in frustration.

Two words followed by a knowing smirk
were his only answer. "Not yet."

Alec fell silent. His eyes darkened from soft hazel to the color of a raging
storm when her hands dipped even lower, slipping between her wet folds making
her whimper. She was supersensitive; even to her own touch, and longed for more intimate, male contact. Removing her fingers, she raised her hand and brought it to Alec's lips.

"Quinn, still wondering if I chose you?" she giggled, tossing her hair
to one side as she glanced over her shoulder at the cursing transgenic. Max
faced Alec again and dragged her wet index finger across his lower lip. He groaned as he sucked
the juices from her finger. She tastes incredible. The feel of his tongue snaking around it made her shudder. She inhaled sharply as Alec repeated the action on her middle finger as well.

"Taste teaser, Maxie? How 'bout a
little more?" he growled low, clamping his teeth gently on her middle
digit. At that moment he didn't care what had brought her to this state, caused
the transformation from ice queen to sex goddess. He cared only that she show
him some of the attention he deserved.

Max grinned at Alec, eyes flashing with desire. She closed the gap between them and pulled him flush against her body. Sliding down his chest and nuzzling her cheek against his crotch, she nodded. The burgundy silk of his boxers peeked out from behind blue denim and Max reveled in the sensation of the soft fabric, definitive hardness underneath, caressing her cheek. A moan passed Alec's lips caused by the silk rubbing against his engorged flesh and the knowledge that only that thin layer of cloth separated him from Max's skin.

Max maneuvered her head to face forward, pressing her lips against him, letting her hot breath filter through the material. Her eyes turned up slowly to meet his, the desire she saw there making her smile. Alec could feel the slight twitch of her lips as she grinned and he shuddered from head to toe. Max's tongue slid out, searching for the opening she knew would allow her access to her goal, never once breaking the eye contact they held. The material at her mouth muffled the groan that escaped her as she found what she'd been looking for. Her tongue darted into the break in the fabric to slide wetly along the bare flesh beneath the surface. Alec's eyes rolled back in his head as another shudder pushed its way through his body. "Max," he whimpered as her invading tongue flicked mercilessly across his sensitive skin.

Though she'd only intended on teasing him once again, the intoxicating taste that was Alec made her want more. She slid her hands up his denim-clad legs, beginning with the outside of his calves and making her way up to rest on his hips. Her licking increased in intensity before she pulled away and slid her fingers into his waistband, pushing the fabric down. Alec whined at the loss of contact and pulled at his chains, wanting nothing more than to be able to tangle his fingers in her hair and guide her back to him.

She slid his pants and boxers down to his knees and leaned in close to his groin. Her eyes glazed over as she took in the sight of him. She committed every detail of his perfect anatomy to memory before letting her lust take over. One hand moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently as she pressed her lips against his glistening tip. The slender fingers of her other hand danced across the throbbing satiny flesh at the base. One taste was all it took to drive Max over the edge. Alec moaned loudly as Max's lips parted and she guided the head into her mouth. Her hands and mouth moved together nimbly, working Alec into a frenzy. Her tongue rolled along pulsing skin as she pushed to take more and more of him into her mouth.

Applying pressure, she slid her lips up and down the length of him, reveling in the feel of velvet hardness. Her hands stroked his thighs, moving higher to his ass. She dug her nails in deep, drawing a sharp gasp from his
lips, pulling him closer, taking him deeper into the recesses of her mouth once again.

Max could feel the barely restrained tension in his body. She glanced up to see his face; a look of utter
bliss adorning his features. Eyes closed and breathing hard, soft groans escaped
him as he bit down on his fleshy lower lip, small droplets of blood rising beneath his teeth.

Max laved his tip with her tongue, causing Alec to shudder hard. His muscles were taut under her fingers. Alec's head jerked back into the wall, but the pain didn't register. His
frenzied grunts and moans filled the room, driving Max wild. He bucked his hips as much as his restraints allowed, driving himself into her. Knowing that she was the cause of such intense pleasure motivated her to work even harder and she increased her speed. The sensations became a blur to the thrashing man. There was no longer simply in and out - it seemed as if Max's hot wet heat was everywhere at once, caressing every square inch of him, base to tip. His legs began to shake and she felt a rush of heat in her mouth. Quickly reaching around, she cupped his balls whilst simultaneously bobbing down his length, the tip connecting with the back of her throat.

Alec gave a mighty groan and his body shook with an intensity he'd never experienced before. Max lapped at him hungrily and Alec simply let the sensations wash over him. After what seemed an eternity, his deep, ragged breathing calmed, and with a final slow exhale he was finally able to open his eyes.
The sight that greeted him was something he'd never imagined, even in his wildest fantasies. Max had released the hold her mouth had on him. Her eyes were closed and her tongue darted out to lick the last traces of his juices from her lips. She swayed back and forth on her knees as if drunk - and in truth, she was. She was drunk from the taste of him, and the knowledge of what she'd done.

Max could vaguely make out the grunts and yells issuing from her jealous captives, enraged that Alec had been granted release when they'd been denied. Quinn's voice stood above the rest as he ordered her to return to him.

"Max!" Quinn yelled out. "You. Here. NOW!"

Max turned mirthful eyes to the irate
Quinn. "Aw, baby, did ya miss me?" she cooed as she moved toward him,
swaying her hips seductively with every step.

"What do you think,"
he growled, glancing down. She followed his gaze and noted with satisfaction
that he was still hard for her.

"I think you enjoyed watching me
suck Alec off," she taunted.

"You think wrong," he
replied, pulling hard on the chains restraining his hands. "But I did
fantasize that it was me. You want me Max, I can smell it. Stop the fucking
games and get over here!"

Max was entranced by the heat in his
gaze, the fire, anger and desperation that flashed in his eyes while he ground
out his demand. She took another step forward. And another. And another until
her lips were mere millimeters from his. She inhaled his breath.

Small beads of sweat rose on his upper
lip and she lazily darted her tongue over it. "Mmmm," she murmured.
"Salty and sweet."

Without warning, Quinn's lips crashed
down on hers. The kiss was demanding, hot, wanting. Their tongues dueled and
fought, caressed and teased. Quinn was drowning in the wet warmth of her mouth,
delirious with the intoxicating sweetness of her taste.

Max suddenly stopped her assault on Quinn. He growled at the loss of contact and narrowed his eyes. "What are you playing at, Max?" he rasped angrily.

She pouted and turned on her heel, starting towards the two males she hadn't yet initiated into the game. "I'm bored," she said with a yawn.

"Fuck this," he growled. "You're not doing this to me again, not a fucking chance!" With one fluid motion, Quinn gripped his
restraints tight in his hands and launched himself into the air. Channeling all his weight to his lower body, he heaved downwards, freeing himself from ceiling. The useless chains fell to the floor with a loud clank, shocking everyone. Max whirled around in surprise.

Shaking his arms to bring attention to the weighty shackles encircling his wrists, Quinn took a calculated step toward Max. "We can play like this," he began, dragging the cold metal up over her shoulder and around her neck. She shivered and jumped back.

"Or you could take them off and let me fuck you like you want to be fucked. Here, there and everywhere - unhindered,
unrestrained, uninhibited. Have you ever had sex with an X5 Alpha male, Max?" She
shook her head mutely and shuddered slightly when her eyes locked on his. The fire burning within ignited the spark she'd felt with him before. "Think heat. Think blood. Think
animal, Max." With each word uttered, Quinn's voice deepened until it was so husky with need she could taste his desire on her tongue.

Her eyes darkened and her breathing fell shallow. She licked her lips in anticipation. "Come here," she commanded with quiet intensity, motioning with a finger that he should follow. She walked backwards,
slowly, Quinn matching her measured, deliberate pace. When her back hit the cold surface of the breakfast bar, she stilled. Quinn closed the distance between them, pressing his torso to hers, feeling the softness of her curves melding to the hard planes of his chest.
His strong, sinewy thighs locked her between his legs once again.

"So...?" he began. She raised her fingers to his lips to silence him and reached behind her back with her free hand, grasping a ring of keys in her fist.

The other men kept angry eyes on the
couple. Quinn was free. Free to engage in an intimate game that had been rising
to its peak. Alec watched in horror as Max slowly slipped the key into the lock,
releasing first his left and then right wrists. The shackles fell to the floor,
forgotten.

Flexing his wrists for the first time
in hours, Quinn felt the circulation coming back to his hands. He brought them
up to Max's naked shoulders, lightly tracing circles on her heated and sweaty
skin. It felt like satin beneath his fingers.

Leaning closer, he nudged her legs
further apart, his erection pressed intimately against her inner thighs. Quinn brought his lips to her ear, tracing the shell. He smiled with inane
pleasure when she shivered. "You are so goddamn beautiful, Max. Your skin
is like satin," his voice was raw with need, and his breath tickled her
sensitive skin. He ran his fingers through her hair, stopping only to tangle
them at the base of her neck. "Pure silk," he whispered hotly.

"Touch me, Max. I won't
bite...hard," he smirked playfully, pulling back to look into her eyes. The
heat between their lower bodies was slowly driving Max to distraction. She
reached out to trace the contours of his chest, muscles rippling delightfully
under her touch. Her hands trailed up over his shoulders, his biceps and down to
his forearms which she gripped tightly. Max moved his hands to her hips.

"Let's not waste time then, shall
we?" she said quietly, head tilted back to stare into his eyes. Unspoken
understanding passed between them and he hoisted her quickly onto the bar. She
hooked her arms over the back of the counter, spreading her legs wide in
invitation.

Quinn needed no further instruction.
Gripping her hips tightly, he positioned himself. Keeping his eyes locked on
hers, Quinn thrust deep into her, embedding himself to the hilt. Max gasped as
she was stretched almost to the point of pain. Quinn was strangely satisfied by
this knowledge. Stilling to give Max time to adjust, and to get a grip on his
control, he closed his eyes tightly.

Max began to grind her hips and Quinn
opened his eyes and complied with the silent request. He withdrew almost
completely before slamming into her fiercely. "God, Quinn, just like that!
Ohhh..." Max moaned nonsensically, unable to think straight due to the pure lust coursing through her veins like a drug.

Alec was stunned to say the least. Max,
his Maxie, had gone from him to Quinn. So I'm good enough to suck but
not good enough to fuck? My Maxie is screwing my fucking friend -
the backstabbing shit! Reality came crashing down as Quinn's excited
exclamation resounded throughout the room.

"Sweet Jesus!" he groaned, feeling her inner walls clench around him. "God, Max, you're so
fucking tight!"

Alec lost all reason as he watched Max meet Quinn thrust for thrust. Their hands
roving everywhere, Max's nails scraping down his friend's back, leaving angry
red tracks in their wake. Quinn's comment may have been fitting for the moment,
but it wasn't a moment Quinn should have been having. Fucking bastard! She's
supposed to be mine! You knew she was mine!

Alec burned with rage and the feeling
of betrayal. Quinn had admitted to wanting Max. Max had known Alec had feelings
for her. And the two of them were getting some sick kicks from the situation.
What the hell is going on with you, Max!

With one last thought in mind, Alec braced himself, gripping the restraints with tight fists and yanking his legs with all his might. The clasps shuddered
and groaned, and finally broke. Stepping free of the loose metal, he braced himself, legs apart. He pulled with a determination born of rage and lust, hate and love. Shaking his hands free,
he zipped his pants and then rubbed each wrist before balling his hands into fists.

He crossed the room and came up to the pair engaged in one of the most animalistic sex shows he'd
ever been privy to watch. Pulling back one arm, he gave his so-called friend a split-second warning.

"You're dead. Fucking dead!"

TBC

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