3 More Dark Angel Comment Fics!
A few days ago over at
comment_fic the mod had a post where you were supposed to write something that was either ALL dialogue or NO dialogue. It just so happens that I had written this a few days prior.
Prompt: Max/Alec, sparring partners
“I'm not going to tell you again.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Don't 'yeah, yeah' me, mister.”
“Why not? Missus.”
“Because I - did you just call me 'missus'?”
“Uh ….”
“Why, Alec. I would say I'm flattered if I wasn't so horrified by the notion.”
“Horrified, my ass. You want me and you know it.”
“Whatever. And let's just leave your ass out of it, all right?”
“Awww, Maxie. But it's such a sweet ass-wait! Don't-Hey! That hurt.”
“Serves you right. Why is it always 'sex, sex, sex' with you? Hold on. Forget I asked that. I want to enjoy my view of Seattle from up here, not listen to you blather on and on.”
“That hurts, Max. Why you gotta be so bitchy to me all the time?”
“If you weren't always following me around aggravating me I wouldn't be such a bitch.”
“Hey, I won't stay when I'm not wanted. If you don't want me around, just say so.”
“I don't want you around. Go, please. Preferably over the edge.”
“Now you're saying you want me dead?”
“Well, at least it would be quiet then.”
“Excuse me if I don't leap to my death to make you happy. Nope, Maxie. There's only one way you're going to get me to shut up and you don't have the guts to do it.”
“Stop waggling your eyebrows at me, you pervert.”
“Maxie is a chicken, a chicken, a chicken.”
“If you think you're going to pester me into kissing you, you're dumber than you look.”
“Bok, bok, bok, bok, bok.”
“Alec, just go, will you? This isn't funny anymore.”
“Bok, bok, bok, bok, bok.”
“You're really asking for it, you know that?”
“You're really asking for it, you know that?”
“Alec!”
“Alec--”
“ARGH!”
“You're so cute when you're infuriated--”
“ … Mmmm ...”
“Whoa. I didn't think you'd actually do it.”
“I don't believe it. You are such a liar! You said you would shut up if I kissed you.”
“Now that's not technically true. I only inferred that kissing me would shut me up. I didn't actually say that. Hey, Max? Come back here. Uh, Max. You're getting awfully near the edge. Max? Max? Maaaaaax …”
This is my first flisty prompt submission fic. I fear it is schmoopy (and not in a good way) so I will have to make up for it by answering many more of dysonrules's exceedingly evil prompts.
Prompt: Max/Alec, liniment - (I took it to mean something that makes you feel better)
“What do you want?” Alec said shortly, his usual amiable expression replaced by the pale, tight face of a stranger.“Com'on, Alec,” Max said. It didn't come out as a whine. Because Max Guevara did not whine; most especially not about Alec of all people. “Let me in, will you?”
Alec glanced away, into the hallway outside his apartment door, then sighed and opened the door wide enough for her to enter.
She walked into Alec's apartment and stood inside the doorway awkwardly. “I just came by to make sure you're okay.”
“I'm fine. You can go now.”
“Aw, come on. Don't be like that. I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have told that girl were hitting on that you have the sexual prowess of a baboon. That was crossing the line and you're right to be mad at me.” She paused, fidgeting with the decorative ties on her jacket. “Forgive and forget, okay? Come on back to Crash.”
Alec examined his fingernails pointedly. “Did Sketchy convince you to come over here? He wants another chance to win back the C-note he lost to me earlier, doesn't he?”
Max shifted in her boots. “Not exactly.”
Alec looked up at her, eyebrows raised in expectation. “Well?”
“It was OC. She's taken a weird liking to you or something. She threatened to rent my half of the apartment out to a traveling circus if I didn't come over here and apologize.”
Alec snorted. “I should have known that you wouldn't come over here on your own.”
“Hey! That's not true.” Max stepped up to him.
He straightened and they stood toe to toe. “Yeah? Prove it.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
Alec smirked. “Do I have to draw you a picture? Give me a chance to prove just how unbaboonlike I am in bed.”
“You scheming … this was nothing more than a trick to get me over here, wasn't it?”
Alec shrugged, looking very young suddenly. “Not really. You were pretty harsh, Maxie.”
She just looked at him for a moment, then said quietly, “I am sorry, Alec.”
He gave her a small smile. “It's okay, Max. You know I can never stay mad at you.”
She leaned forward and gave him a stilted hug that he seemed too surprised to return.
Alec never could stay angry at her, that was true. She had never really thought about why before, but she was beginning to wonder if it was the same reason she had spoiled his attempt to hook up earlier. And just considering that made her shiver.
And this one is for the Porn Battle Round 8, originally posted here. BEWARE. It's pretty pervy and includes rough sex. Possible triggery situation. Beta love to dysonrules
Prompt: Max/Alec, leather
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“Alec, stop,” Max gasps, pulling on the leather straps that bind her hands together over her head.
Shadows conceal Alec's eyes, but he's standing in the slanting light passing through a vent covered by a slowly rotating fan, and she can see the plump curves of his lips clearly. His tongue darts out, swipes across his lips, making them glisten.
“I don't think so, bitch. I've been waiting for this for a long time.”
He steps closer, until there's no more than a few inches separating their lips. She smells his his hair gel and shaving lotion and the remnants of toothpaste on his breath.
“Well, aren't you well groomed for a rapist,” she snarks.
He gives a little laugh and slides his hand from up her waist to cover the mound of her left breast. Unwillingly, she feels her nipple tighten and arousal spears through her.
“Aw, baby,” he says, low and dirty. “You can't rape the willing.”
The reaction of her body pisses her off. “Fuck you,” she snarls, bucking at her restraints, a motion that, unfortunately, causes her to collide against Alec's body.
“No, fuck you. That's what I'm planning, anyhow.”
“Oh, God. If you have to do this can you shut up, please?” She says in exasperation.
“Such a tease, Maxie,” he murmurs, warm breath against her neck, causing her to shiver. He's so close, all heat and hard muscles and scent of a male. He puts both hands on her hips, holds her firmly so that she can't twist from his grip and just breathes, moist puffs against her neck. Then he leans forward and nips at her neck, light little bites that he then soothes by sucking on the spots. She turns her neck back and forth, catches at his ear with her teeth and bites. Hard.
Alec lets out a cry and steps back, eyes wide, hand to his head. When he holds his hand out it's smeared with blood.
“Who are you trying to be, Mike Tyson?”
She grins. “You deserve it, dickhead.”
Something goes cold and hard in his eyes and he surges forward, slams her back against the wall of the abandoned factory, knocks the wind out of her chest and as she recovers, he unzips her jacket and unbuckles her belt. By the time she can breathe again his hands are warm inside her pants, fingers curling around her bare ass. He's kissing her again, hot wet mouth on her jaw and cheek and ear. His breath is rasping in her ear and she can feel the wetness of sweat on his forearms and at his belly, dampening his long-sleeved t-shirt.
She squirms, crying out, feeling herself go tight and wet between her legs. God, it feels - no. She struggles against it, gives a grunt of effort as she tries to lift her knee to jab him in the crotch, but he's too close for her to have a decent shot. Instead she settles for kneeing him in the hard muscle of his thigh. He barely seems to notice, intent on shoving her jeans and thong down her hips and over her thighs.
He bends, bracing an elbow against her thighs as he unties her boots and pulls them off, yanking her jeans and thong down until she's forced to step out of them. Her jacket and blouse are gaping open, her
breasts peeking out as her breath heaves. She feels so exposed, so small and awkward, and that makes her even more angry. She kicks at him again, hears his “oomph” as he's too slow crowding in against her.
He looks down at her, eyes lingering on her exposed mound and gives a wolfish smile. “That's what I like to see.” And his mouth is on her breast as he fumbles at his own crotch to release his straining erection from the prison of his jeans. She risks a look down, sees his cock hard and flushed with dark blood, purple head engorged.
She throws her head back and, fury and want dueling one another in her tone, cries out, “Alec!”
She feels his fingers at her pussy, dipping in to see that she's wet, index finger firm against her clit. “Oh, yeah,” he says. “You want me.”
Then he slides home, whole hard length of his cock inside of her, Alec's body shoving against her, hips snapping against hers, look of pleasure softening his lips. He's moving hard and she feels a burn deep inside - too much, too soon.
“Manticore!” She says. “Alec. Manticore.”
It seems to take him a moment to comprehend what she's saying and then he stops, freezing in mid motion.
“Max?” He looks down at her, breath catching in his throat, his voice sounding young and uncertain.
She swallows, waits for a moment as her body adjusts to the intrusion of his dick. Alec is poised over her, hands gripping her ass so that her legs are around his hips, arms trembling with the strain of holding them against him. “Max, what is it?” He says, panic eating at the edges of his words.
She watches him and marvels at her power, the way she can stop him with a word.
“I'm ...” She trails off, trying to think of a way to explain that she just needs a second, that's all.”
“You okay?” He ventures, Adam's apple bobbing, sweat making his skin lustrous in the fading afternoon light.
“Yeah,” she replies, then leans forward ever so slightly and presses her lips to the thin skin at the junction of his jaw and neck. He gives a little gasp. She can feel how hard he is inside her, how he's relentlessly stilling his hips from making the tiniest jerking motions.
She jerks her hips, urging him on.
“You're killing me,” he moans.
“Then what are you waiting for? Start moving.”
He looks down at her, uncertain. “You sure?”
“God, yes. Stop being a pussy and fuck me already, will you?”
He chuffs a laugh. “You're such a bitch.”
“You like me this way.”
He readjusts his grip on her ass and finally, finally starts moving again.
“Yeah,” he says, low and deep. “Yeah, I do.”