It's Getting Hot In Here
Chapter Six
Chapter 6
Alec grabbed Quinn by the scruff of the neck and pulled him forcibly off Max. His hiss was a mixture of anger and pain, eyes wide with surprise. Not even giving the disgruntled X5 time to fully assess his situation, Alec reared back his right arm and swung forward. Quinn's head snapped back with the force of the blow to his cheek. The coppery tang of blood lighted on his tongue and he spat at Alec's feet, sneering at him."You just couldn't handle that she chose me, could you?" Quinn looked at the still naked Max out of the corner of his eye while managing to keep Alec in his field of sight. He saw Alec move to throw another punch and quickly blocked it. "Look. You wanna fight, we can fight. I already wanted to kick your ass for takin' me away from a great fuck. Then you hit me and well..." He quickly sidestepped Alec's foot in mid-sentence. "Can you at least let me put on my pants, for chrissakes? Make it
a fair fight?"Alec snarled at the reminder that Quinn was naked - and he and Max had been naked together. "Whatever," he growled, holding his hands at his sides. Quinn grabbed his pants and slid them on, wiggling
slightly as he was aware his backside was being watched by a fascinated Max. No sooner than he'd buttoned and zipped the jeans, Alec was on him.
Quinn barely dodged a roundhouse kick only to be caught in the jaw by Alec's left fist. Recovering quickly, he propelled his fist into his opponent's solar plexus, making Alec double over. Quinn brought his elbow down on Alec's back, sending him to the floor hard enough to elicit a groan of pain. From his position on the floor, Alec braced himself and
flung his legs around, sweeping Quinn's feet from under him and knocking him to the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, Alec threw himself over Quinn, elbow coming down in the center of his chest, knocking the wind out of him.
A pleasured moan filled his ears, and Alec caught sight of Max from the corner of his eye. Skin flushed with heat and glistening with sweat from her earlier exertions, she had her head thrown back as she teased
her skin, tweaking, rubbing, touching herself intimately as she watched the display of testosterone from beneath glazed and hooded eyes.
The sight of her naked body brought another rush of fury, firing up his blood and clouding his senses. Looking down at Quinn, Alec brought his knee up quickly, catching the other man at his most vulnerable point. Quinn's face paled and he inhaled sharply, desperately struggling as he choked for breath. His eyes cleared through a haze of
excruciating pain, and he wheezed and coughed through his shock.
"What the fuck, Alec?" The question slipped from between his lips, his respiration ragged, face creased with confusion.
It looked as if he truly didn't know why his friend had just hurt him. The sudden change in demeanor made Alec pause in his rage enough to realize that Biggs and Axel were pulling against their restraints and growling angrily, eyes all for the beautiful woman that lay pleasuring herself out of their reach.
In that moment, Alec became aware of two things. One, that only those of the guys Max
had kissed had been affected to the point of no control, and two, pain seemed to clear the haze of lust that enveloped them. But try as he might, he couldn't control his rage.
Acting under the influence of chemicals or hormones or whatever, was not an excuse for his friend to betray him. Standing over Quinn's body, the other man curled into a fetal position, Alec spit out angrily.
"You couldn't keep it in your pants. You had to go fuck Max. In public. In front of
me, you miserable fuck!"
Quinn struggled to understand his friend's words, his voice laced with unconcealed hatred. He stole a glance at Max, still fondling herself in her aroused state, and his lust returned and intensified. Quinn got to his feet, albeit a bit shakily, and faced Alec.
"Right. Your precious Maxie turned you down for me. Oh, yeah I know she went down on you. You were a distraction. Another outlet, a change in foreplay. But she came to
me to get off. How does it make you feel, Alec, knowing she chose to fuck me and not you? And lemme tell ya, she's one
hell of a good fuck!" Quinn sneered, his face just millimeters from Alec's, and he saw the maniacal gleam that lit his friend's eyes.
Further risking his ire, Quinn added, "When I'm through with you I plan to finish what I started. I'm gonna make Max mine, Alec. And there's nothing you can do about
it. So come on, brother. Was that the best you could do? Let's see what you
got." The combination of taunting, the
challenge in his words, and the look of possessiveness in Quinn's eyes as he
spoke Max's name were all things Alec couldn't let slide. Falling into a
defensive stance, Alec crooked his finger and motioned the other man
forward.
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Bane shared a wary look with Steve. Asthey were still restrained and powerless to stop Alec and Quinn fighting, there
was little they could do about the current situation. Across the room, Axel and
Biggs still strained against their cuffs, all muffled curses and rattling
chains. Jake was broody, his body showing telltale signs of interest and
arousal, but it was as if he were warring internally and fighting for control.Good one, man, Bane thought in
admiration. Jake had shown a lot of self-restraint, only giving in to Max after
she'd ravaged his mouth against his will. It seemed that Max's kisses were a
drug, and he found himself wondering what had happened to change her. As long as
Bane had known Max, he'd never seen her get close to any male, X5 or otherwise.
Her sham of a relationship with Logan was just that; a front, perhaps security
in some sense, but nothing real. It was the crackling chemistry she shared with
Alec that was real. Which brought his thoughts back to the Alpha fight in the
center of the room.
Steve stretched,
suspended from floor to ceiling. The concern in Bane's eyes moments before
was something he shared. The mess they were in was beyond fucked. Quinn
had crossed the line. There was no mistaking that Alec had laid claim to
Max, even when she refused to acknowledge their connection. On a normal
day, Quinn would never have touched Max, let alone fuck her. At least they
hadn't finished the deed. Alec would have killed Quinn for that; instinct
and training would have made sure of it. Quinn was getting off easy - a
split lip, likely bruised and possibly broken ribs, a sprained ankle and
broken wrist - Alec was holding back. It was plain to see he was
conflicted; but friendship and years of loyalty had the upper hand over
his anger and hurt. Letting out a mental groan, Steve sighed with relief. Thank
god for small mercies.
Loud, angry words
interspersed between pained grunts and growls, cracks and slaps and the
sound of flesh on flesh. Steve concentrated on the fight, trying to ignore
the shaking and clanking of chains, muted growls, muttered curses
and steely glares from Axel, Biggs and Jake. His head hurt from the shit
that was going down, and he hated how weak he was, unable to do anything
about it. When we get outta here, I better get a fucking good
explanation. Closing his eyes, unable to rub the soreness from his
muscles, he exhaled long and deep. You're in deep shit, Max. And you're
dragging us all down with you...
Allowing his eyes to
open again, he watched the play for dominance, praying that Alec would
win, that Quinn would bow out, that by some miracle things could go back
to the way it was before...aww crap! Not another
Alpha to add to the mix!
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Growling, Alec baited Quinn. "Bring it on, you dick. You're going down."
The two faced off, Alec glaring and keeping his martial arts stance, Quinn keeping his weight on the balls of his feet that spoke of kickboxing. He almost danced around the angry blonde, smirking at him.
Quinn lunged forward, balancing his weight on one foot and striking out at Alec's cheek with a closed fist. He caught the side of Alec's head and Alec dove into a somersault, coming up in seconds to face off again. They threw dozens of punches and kicks, their limbs moving at a dizzying speed that none in the room could even try to follow. Since the two were nearly evenly matched, most blows were blocked, but enough were true to their targets that the men were bloody and bruised.
"All that time you were telling me to go for it," Alec growled as he ducked under his friend's swinging arm. "To tell Max how I felt." He delivered a sound kick to Quinn's gut, making him stumble backwards. "All that time, you were wanting her for yourself, wanting me to fail."
Quinn slammed his fist into Alec's jaw and clamped his hands on his friend's head. He brought Alec's face down on his waiting knee, then let go and grinned as Alec hit the floor. "What're friends for, man?"
Spitting blood, Alec braced himself with his arms, his feet shooting into the air to land under Quinn's chin. "Bastard!" he raged as he drew himself up from the floor. "You don't want her to keep. You just want to fuck her and leave. That's all you've ever fucking done!"
"Screw you, Alec. Screw you!" Quinn screamed, launching himself at his adversary. His arms wrapped around Alec's waist as he plowed him to the floor. He drew his arm back and struck out at Alec's face. Alec's arms were trapped beneath Quinn's leg and he was prone to attack. "You've done your share of fuck and run!" He hit him again, harder, splitting open Alec's cheek. "You don't know jack-shit about commitment, so I don't want a fucking lecture from you!"
Alec twisted in Quinn's grasp, tensing his lower body and sitting up fast to slam his head into Quinn's. "Commitment?!" he snarled as Quinn lost his hold and tumbled onto his back. "You don't want a commitment." Alec kicked out at Quinn's ribs, satisfied with the pained grunt and his gasping for air. He stood, and delivered another kick, this time to Quinn's side. "You just wanted her because you couldn't have
her!"
Quinn's arm shot out, his hand wrapping around Alec's ankle. With one hard pull, Alec was lying on the floor next to him. They were both tiring, and Quinn couldn't even bring himself to get up. That didn't stop him from jamming his elbow into Alec's chest. "Couldn't have her? I think I did have her, Alec." His words held malice, but his tone was tired.
"And I should kill you for that," he replied with quietly controlled anger. "But you're not worth it.
We're not friends, Quinn. Not anymore. Get the fuck outta my sight."
Quinn moved to stand up, but found himself flat on his back once again when Biggs' boot crashed into his stomach.
"What the hell-" he began, surprised that he'd been caught off guard, and that he'd failed to notice Biggs' escape from his restraints. His eyes narrowed dangerously when he saw Biggs plaster himself to Max's naked
body and attacking her lips with his.
"Ah, no. Fuck, no. No!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. He charged the other man and tackled him to the
ground, Max knocked to the side and forgotten, her low whimpers lost in
the confusion.
Satisfied that Quinn was otherwise distracting Biggs, Alec hurried to release Bane and Steve.
"This is gonna get ugly if we don't-" Oomph! Alec stumbled
forward, having been pushed from behind. Twisting to face his unseen attacker,
his mouth opened in surprise as Biggs' fist connected with his face. I thought Quinn had him pinned! A quick glance over Biggs' shoulder revealed a dazed and disoriented Quinn. Great, he thought, lip trickling blood. Cracking his neck, he prepared to retaliate in kind, only to find that Steve had pushed the irate transgenic out the front door.
Quickly facing Bane, he bit out an order. "Hold Max down, and don't let her kiss you! Something abou-"
"Kinda figured that out, Alec. Had a front row seat, remember? I'll gag her. Go help Steve. I'll be fine." Bane grabbed Max from behind and used his old cuffs to hold her in place.
Once he was sure that she couldn't bolt, he surveyed the damage the apartment and it's inhabitants had sustained.
Blood spattered the
floor, tables, chairs and assorted objects were battered and broken.
Watching from the sidelines, he took note as Axel and Jake slipped out of
the apartment.
"Uh,
Alec?" he called to his friend, busy helping Steve tie up Quinn
who was slowing regaining consciousness. The blonde turned around, eyes
questioning. "If Max's
kisses were...contagious or whatever, who's to say the guys can't pass the
madness to others?"
Alec's eyes widened
in sudden understanding. "Fuck!"
"No shit."
Nodding at Steve, Bane tipped his head at his friend and former C.O.
"We're on it, bro. Take care of her," he added softly.
Rubbing his jaw
wordlessly, Alec let out a long breath. Just when I thought things
couldn't get any worse...
"Steve, Bane,
wait!" he called after them. They stopped and looked questioningly at
Alec. "Can you take the trash out with you?" he bit out,
pointing at Quinn who was making fast work of the ropes binding his
wrists.
"Trash?!"
Quinn rose to his feet and glared at Alec in contempt. "That slut
whore of yours has got you whipped," he growled, leering at the
blonde man he'd once called his friend.
Alec lost no time,
blurring to Quinn and slamming his fist into the other man's nose.
"Get out of my sight or I won't be held responsible for what happens
next," he hissed.
The feral glint in
his eyes sent shivers of fear down Quinn's spine. The threat was real and
he knew without a doubt that Alec wouldn't hold back. Reluctantly
admitting defeat, he shrugged.
"Whatever.
There are other women more than happy to fuck me," he retorted,
spitting blood from his mouth. Following Bane and Steve from the apartment
he couldn't resist a final barb.
"Like Max
did."
TBC