Title: Only The Lonely
Chapter Title: What's In A Name?
Author: Restive Nature
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Dark Angel. They belong to Cameron/ Eglee. No infringement is intended and this fiction is for private enjoyment only.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fan Fiction
Type: Romance, Humor
Pairing: Max/ Alec
Summary: A remake of the "Pretty Woman" movie, with Max and Alec in the lead roles.
Spoilers/ Time line: This takes place pre-series. Due to the nature of the fiction, some information will be different, but should not overly affect the fiction.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Distribution: Ask first please.
Chapter Eight
What's In A Name?
"Are you okay," Max asked as she closed the door behind them after entering the hotel suite. Alexander had pretty much stalked through the hotel, something radiating off of him that had warned everybody to get clear. Sympathetic looks had been given to Max as she had hurried to keep up with him. They hadn't said anything in the elevator, since there'd been another couple in there with them. And so Max had waited until they reached the sanctuary of Alex's room. But even now, he was still ignoring her, growling or grunting in response only if he felt like it.
"I could get you some aspirin," she tried again, speaking softly so that she wouldn't aggravate his condition. Of course, she'd had no idea that Alexander suffered from migraines or anything. And knowing what her 'post seizure, head pounding as if it would burst out of her skull at any given moment' times were like, she could certainly sympathize. "Or a cold compress. That might help."
"I don't want anything," Alexander snapped as his fingers busily worked on yanking off his bow tie. He was in truth making a mess of it, getting it tangled even worse and Max glided forward to help him deal with it. Patiently pushing his fingers out of the way, she deftly removed the scrap of silk from around his neck. But it didn't cool whatever bee was in his bonnet as he stepped away from her and over to the recently restocked mini bar. Max felt a momentary satisfaction that the staff had complied with her request before her attention was back on Alex.
"Maybe a sandwich," she suggested gently. "I think I read somewhere that comfort foods can help with, well, the psychological aspect of headaches. Or something like that."
"I'm not hungry," Alexander growled as he poured out a measure of liquid relief. He slammed the contents of the glass back and then returned the glass to the bar for a refill.
"Then what can I do for you?" Max asked with a surprising amount of patience. Normally, if a guy were treating her like this, she's be kicking his ass. But hey, Alexander was paying her an awful lot of money to play the dutiful girlfriend. Never mind that she was actually concerned for him and his state of health.
"Not a damn thing, since I really don't have a headache," Alexander finally bit out and Max's mouth formed a small, silent 'O' or surprise. She really had thought that he was suffering. And then she smiled. The attitude was there and there had to be a reason for it.
"Okay," she smiled. "So what's wrong then?"
"Nothing," Alexander insisted and then whirled on her. "I just really enjoyed being treated like crap by your newest little lap dog, that's all!
"Wha-?" Max was stunned that he'd turned on her, until she recognized what Alex was referring to. "Logan," she breathed out and then felt a rush of some emotion that she didn't care to examine or acknowledge, but it slipped from her anyway. "You're jealous!" she realized in an instant. The sudden turn those words gave to the conversation were almost comical in their effect on Alexander. His face turned from angry to confused in seconds.
"What!" he demanded irritably. "No I'm not. What the hell are you talking about?"
"You are!" Max crowed, daring to near him once more. This was not something that she dealt with often and it was still enjoyable in a way that elemental feminine power always was. She put her hand to his arm and Alexander pulled away from her.
"I'm not," he responded, though he was visibly striving to maintain the facade of calm that he'd pulled onto his face like a mask, but Max was a little more adept at reading people than the average human. "I'm just worried that maybe Cale does know you. Maybe he wasn't interested in your face at the time, but he's a smart guy. I'm sure he'll figure it out."
It seemed somehow to Max, that Alex wasn't far off base, in his estimation of the situation, but for the fact that he didn't know about her photographic memory. Something that she wasn't about to clue him in on. And it was just as clear to her that while it could be a valid point, he'd just pulled it out to justify a reaction that he was probably berating himself for. After all, she was hired help, not really his girlfriend. But even so, in some way, his male ego had been wounded. And that was something she knew how to handle.
"Alexander," she began, nudging him around to face her when he would have gone back to his drink. When he was facing her, if not looking at her, she held both of his upper arms in her hands. "Alex, I've never had sex with Logan Cale. I've never met him before tonight. If he'd propositioned me before, I would have remembered."
"Like you can be so sure of that," Alex scoffed, his face still averted. "Not that it matters, but if he figures this out and spills the beans-!"
"He won't," Max stated softly. "Maybe he has at some point seen me around Seattle. But do you honestly think he'd connect Max Gueverra, and the way I look tonight with some streetwalker in what I was wearing when we met?"
That got his attention and 494 allowed himself to look, to remind himself of what was before him. She was familiar to him now, knowing every feature of her lively face, especially turned up, looking so appealingly at him. But he looked again. No, beyond the surface description, there was nothing in her appearance or demeanor that said hooker. But still...
"And I'm sorry if you're upset," Max went on, "it wasn't my intention to attract his attention. I thought I was helping, trying to get you two talking, since Tina Marchmont mentioned him and so did Margo, as well as several other people. I thought, well..."
"I know," 494 sighed. "You've been helping. You've been a hell of a lot more help than I thought you would be. You keep opening doors for me."
"I'm a good luck charm," Max quipped, feeling a little silly now that the seeming worst of his episode had passed.
"But you don't have to," 494 stressed. For more reasons than one, he didn't want her getting in too deep. What if Manticore decided she knew too much and had her eliminated? That was a place where he certainly did not want to go. "You've been doing enough, hanging with the ladies."
"Oh yeah," Max nodded, her eyes wide. "And I'm kinda glad to hear you say that," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his waist. Alex stood still, not moving to embrace her in return, waiting to hear what she had to say.
"Why is that?" he asked huskily, still staring down into her face.
"Because the truth of the matter is," Max tilted her head to the side, "the others haven't been too bad, but Logan? He was kinda creepin' me out."
"He was, huh?" Alex frowned. He wondered if Max had developed some sort of instinct about people, especially if she was dealing with the seedier side of Seattle night life. What would it tell her about the Cale's that maybe his team could exploit. That was a jarring thought. He could use her, but didn't want to, but did it anyway, almost without conscious thought.
"Well hello," Max smiled gently. "He's flirting with me when my boyfriend is right there and his wife is sitting right beside him," she pointed out.
"Well she was as drunk as a skunk," Alex scoffed.
"And smelled like one too with all that booze," Max grimaced. She moved her arms from around his waist and reached up to slowly begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. Alex watched her then with something akin to amusement. Max moved unhurriedly, undoing each button with ease and spreading the fabric of the shirt juts a little further apart before she moved on to the next one. "And the there was all that following me around the party," she continued. "That just smacks of desperation, you know what I mean?"
"And what about me?" 494 asked of her. "Wasn't I trailing around after you like a little puppy too."
"You're the one that kept getting me out, trying to protect me from the big, bad man with no taste," Max pointed out as she pulled the shirttails from the waist of his pants.
"I wouldn't say he has no taste," 494 returned. "After all, he was interested in you."
"Then maybe I should say the big bad man with no sense," Max corrected herself before leaning forward to press a kiss against the newly revealed golden skin that she'd uncovered, her lips leaving a small trail of wetness behind as she rubbed them over his chest. She paused a moment to peek up at him. "And don't correct me on that one mister. After all, why would I be interested in him, when you were right there beside me?"
"But I wasn't all night, was I?" the masochist in him just had to point that out. Max simply lifted her right shoulder and let her other hand drop to his waistband. She deftly undid the pants and slid her hand inside. 494 felt himself respond immediately.
"And did you see me with any other guys?" she asked archly as her palm slid against his erection. 494 shook his head in the negative. No, there hadn't been any other guys around her and the other women she had been busy giggling with before dinner. Still cupping him in her palm, Max began to maneuver him backwards and 494 barely noticed when the back of his legs hit the sofa. Before he could sink down into the cushions, Max steadied him and began to push the material of his clothes off of his hips.
"Look at it this way baby," Max pointed out as his pants slid to the floor. "Who am I here with right now?"
"Me," 494 replied huskily.
"And who am I giving my loyalty to because he's paying me so well?" she continued, pushing him to sit on the sofa. He complied easily, entranced as she once again took control of the initiating of their encounter.
"Me," he repeated, hoping desperately that that would remain true. She moved away from him then and 494's eyes roamed after her, straightening up slightly and then relaxing once more as he saw her reaching for a small square pillow. She returned to him and after tossing the pillow on the floor before him and parting his legs a little wider, she sank down to her knees.
Max leaned over him and 494 reached out without thought, on pure impulse and pushed back a strand of hair, still extremely curly, that had come loose some time in the last few minutes. He held it a moment, letting the silky strand slide through his fingers. Max let him and once he'd loosed the curl, she curved her body over his lap, leaning over his erection, letting her warm breath play over it. 494 inhaled deeply at the simple act.
"And who is going to be moaning my name in about thirty seconds?" Max asked, teasingly and yet seriously of him too.
"Me," 494 growled, his hands delving into her hair, gripping lightly around her skull. But he made no forward demand. "And no one else," he tacked on for good measure.
"That's right Alec," Max whispered before her mouth engulfed him. His fingers loosened though not completely letting her go and his head fell against the back of the sofa. After the first moment of contact swept over him, he was able to lift his head once more and watch her as her head bobbed over his straining member. But instead of looking down, he found her watching him and he was strangely fascinated by the depths of her eyes. An erotic act happening before him, to him and all he could see was the warmth in her as she gave herself up to reassure him that a fake relationship meant more to her than anything else at that moment. He truly had her loyalty. As far as the money lasted. After that, who knew. And 494 was determined it would last as long as he was physically able to make it so. He let out a soft groan as she suddenly twisted, changing her position and her eyes dropped.
Max moved easily, finding what he liked, noting his reactions. Pleased that she was bringing him pleasure, she was slightly surprised to find that she was growing wet herself. She'd never been turned on before, giving a guy head, but Alec was different. He took so much pleasure from such simple things that she was able to as well. And because she was enjoying his reaction so much, she pushed herself to greater heights to see how much, how far she could push him before he broke. She tried everything she had done before, sucking just the tip of his cock, rubbing her tongue over his slit, pressing kisses up and down the shaft, alternating things with no discernible rhythm to keep him on edge. She tried things she'd heard about from other girls, using her teeth lightly, pressing the shaft between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. And as she'd predicted with those thirty seconds, he was panting her name, amid other softly uttered swears. And always, his hands were in her hair, just holding, not forcing, clenching when he was getting overwhelmed but never hurting. Max was swept with a wave of tenderness that he was still trying to be considerate of her when he was getting to the point where he must have been aching to ram his cock down her throat.
The thought of having all that flesh, hers to do with as she would, caused a rush of moisture in her passage, pooling between her thighs. And while she normally wouldn't have taken attention away from her job with any other stiff, Alec was different. With one hand she groped behind her back until she was able to reach the low cut point where the zipper of her dress was and wrenched it down. The dress obligingly began to slide and Max inhaled sharply as the material flowed over her nearly naked form underneath. Her breasts responded to the sudden stimuli and she found herself wanting more. But not silk or satin or other dainties. She wanted the hair roughened skin of his thighs under her. The shoulder straps slid over her arms as she shook them slightly, still never letting Alec leave her mouth. And with a skill of part courtesan, part desperation, she lowered herself again to rub her breasts lightly over those hard, firm thighs, all muscle and sinew. With even more enthusiasm, she pressed Alec's cock as far into her mouth as it would go, flinching slightly as her gag reflex kicked in. But she got through the moment, holding him there, her breath disturbing the nest of dark gold curls at the base of his manhood.
"Oh fuck, fuck Maxie," he cried out, his hips twitching as he tried desperately not to shove even further. 494 wanted to thrust up, balls in, as deeply as he could go, even as he realized that there wasn't any more room. She had taken all of him, holding him, her tongue keeping him slick, as slick as her pussy would. He knew, he could smell her arousal, which made this position even sweeter to him. That she was so ready for him and yet made no demands. That everything she had was yielding to his needs. And suddenly, it wasn't enough, even more so. The hands that had been tenderly cradling her head suddenly tightened again, but to push her away. He caught the surprised look in her eyes as his cock sprang free from her mouth with a small popping sound. And it turned him on even more.
"Alec," she heaved a small moan in his name, the one that she had graced him with for moments just like these. And no other name did he want to hear, ever again. With a strength that may have surprised her, but felt as nothing to him, he stood, lifting her body before him, hands under her arms until her breasts were level with his face. One of her hands reached down quickly to hike up the skirt of the dress that was trying to respond to gravity, hitching it up to allow her to wrap her legs securely around his waist. Alec moved on hand to her buttocks to support her as he stumbled away from the couch and towards the bedroom.
They made it to the bed and that was where they fell, both of them having planned it that way, Max underneath. But before Alec could return his attention to her breasts, he was distracted, climbing over her body to the drawers of the nightstand, He yanked open the top drawer and extracted a condom from the small box that now resided there. He noticed from the corner of his eye that Max was in a flurry of undressing herself completely. The dress that he was sure must have cost a fortune went flying over the side of the bed to land in a heap on the floor.
He didn't care, money was now one of the furthest things from his mind. He returned to her even as his fingers were fumbling with the slick metallic covering of the latex barrier they would both insist upon. At last, he managed to tear the package open and pulled loose the condom. With still a little more fumbling, uncharacteristic of his usually steady fingers, he rolled it down over his shaft.
One touch of his hands against her knee and her legs fell apart naturally to welcome him once more. Alec positioned himself between the cradle of her thighs, her hand already joining with his to guide his cock to her entrance. He thrust in as he'd wanted to moments ago and was pleased to see Max's eyes widen with delight. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist, her channel angling him in deeper as she did so. Alec grunted and his eyes fluttered shut. With her whispered words of encouragement, he pulled away from her and thrust hard again. It was almost as if he needed this hardness, this depth, this bordering of almost animalistic possession to convince himself that she really was his, if only for the moment.
And she made no protest.
Alec continued to thrust against her, Max moving with him, meeting him on his own ground. Her hands clasped desperately at his shoulders, her now perfectly manicured nails digging little crescent moon shapes into his flesh. It was something Alec welcomed, her mark on him. It brought out the urge to mark her as well. He hunched his shoulders and back slightly, his hips still moving. There was something in the back of his mind, reminding him that she was an ordinary. She probably wouldn't understand his need to give in to his nature that was screaming at him to claim her, to mark her so that other males would see his claim and shy away from her, from challenging him for her. He knew he'd have to mark her in a way humans understood.
He found the skin of her breasts, just above her nipples the most responsive. With small bites, he was warning her of his intent. And somehow she seemed to enjoy the attention, thrusting her breasts to his attention. And after several small bites that came nowhere close to breaking the skin, Alec finally latched on to the skin, sucking hard, knowing that he'd raise a bruise. A hickey. It wasn't enough in his mind, but for this it had to be.
Still thrusting mindlessly inside her, Alec raised his head to look at the purple swelling in the shape of his mouth that he had laid upon her. Feeling some surge of satisfaction, though no means complete respite at it, he realized that the act had spurred her to greater arousal. And before attacking the other breast for similar attention, he growled out, "say it. Say my name."
"Alec," she responded immediately, knowing what he needed. "Alec, now please!" she panted out, feeling her passage quivering and clenching around his straining cock.
His pleasure increasing, Alec pressed lips to her other nipple, his teeth catching and holding as he growled at the pleasure coursing through them. Again, he repeated his actions of earlier, finding a small place on which he could mark her. He sucked hard, pleased as her lips met his temple. He could feel more than hear her chanting his name, the one she had given him, over and over as her body soared to new heights. Unalterably, his body followed until the culminations of their orgasms overtook them. He knew that he was groaning her name as well, their voices mingling as pleasure was pain and then pleasure again pulsed through them.
"Maxie," he whispered as the last of his essence flowed out of him and he collapsed against her. "My Maxie!"
*****
It took several seconds of his cell phone chirping at them, before either one came back to themselves. Max was cradling him still against her, Alec leaning his head against her chest, though he was trying to keep most of his weight off her. Their sweat slicked skin kept friction from movement to a minimum. It wasn't so much that he was worn out physically, but something had happened in that act that Alec had great awareness of, but no comprehension in. He wanted Max for his own. Wanted to be hers. It was something he'd never had before, not in this manner. And it was confusing to him. And the whole time that Max was happily stroking his hair and the side of his face, her other arm wrapped around him companionably, she had no clue what had really passed between them.
And Alec knew that there was no way that it could really happen. He had instigated something that had nowhere to go. For not only would their time together end when the mission was done, but would Max even have allowed it? Her lifestyle said no. She belonged only to herself, renting her body out when she had need of money or perhaps some other urge to fulfill. But she didn't belong to him. It was the same thing. He had her for now, not forever. And even if Alec didn't have Manticore to return to, how feasible was it that Max would stay with him. He was different. He was an animal, at least partly. An assassin of the new world. What he had done had irrevocably changed him, Alec knew, and it was a change that could not survive. Not if his ultimate survival was at stake.
Almost automatically he answered the phone, realizing that Max had stilled and gone silent in his movements to retrieve it. He rolled away from her, sitting up and checking the number of the incoming call. It was his unit, of course.
"Spalding," he answered automatically.
"Hey sir," it was 684. "We just got back from the party. 220 has some more Intel that we need to go over before morning. Can you get away?"
"Um," Alec paused, glancing quickly back at Max, who was watching him with almost a question in her eyes. He turned away, a small shudder running through him. She had been right, that first time. They couldn't get personal with each other. This was business, nothing else. And so, he needed to back away, get some distance immediately. "Yeah Sabine, I'll be right there." He clicked the phone shut and set it back on the nightstand, cover stories running through his mind immediately. He turned back to Max. "That was Sabine," he announced unnecessarily. "Sounds like J.D's gotten a little... belligerent."
"Too much to drink?" she asked mirthfully. Alec shrugged his shoulders.
"Probably," he decided. "I guess we weren't the only ones fending off the dirty minded men tonight."
The sudden image of Alexander trying to foist off some homo erotically minded fogy's made her giggle. And at his puzzled glance, she tried to sober up, but she was feeling so good in the afterglow of sex, that she had trouble. "We?" she finally managed to splutter out.
"Oh, okay, you," Alec realized why his words had affected her so. "But anyways, Biggs was gettin' all jealous and antsy and he hit the booze a little hard. They've done this before. Another trip on the soap opera merry-go-round that is their life."
"So she called you to help?" Max realized. "You're friend doesn't get... physical... does he?" Alec could hear the trepidation in her voice and immediately sought to reassure her.
"No, no," he shook his head in the negative. "He gets maudlin and she gets sick of it."
"Oh okay," she sighed out, her relief palpable. "You should go then."
"Yeah," he grinned tightly at her. After a moment's uncomfortable pause, he scooted himself to the edge of the bed and up to pad softly over to the dresser and begin removing clothes to change into. "That's okay, right?" he found himself asking of her over his shoulder. "I mean..."
"It's okay Alex," Max responded, her voice light, though maybe, hopefully, to his ear, a little strained. And with regret, he realized that he'd been relegated back to customer instead of... Well, hell, that's what he wanted, wasn't it? But he still didn't like this sudden seperation between them. "They're your friends. Of course you should help them."
"Well, I feel bad, just running off in the middle of the night," he decided before pulling his turtleneck sweater over his head.
"Don't," Max decided, sitting up, brining her knees up for her arms to rest on as she watched him dress. "I can keep myself occupied. You know, I've been meaning to scan the cable in this place. I bet they got hundreds of channels to chose from."
"That they do," Alec smirked as he buttoned up the fly of his jeans. That was something he'd checked out immediately for himself upon arrival. Nothing like the allure of mindless television programming. Once he'd crammed his feet into the soft leather loafers by the door, he turned to face her. "I don't know how long I'll be, probably a few hours, judging from the way it was last time. "
"He gets that bad, huh?" Max smiled as she slid from the bed. She pulled the sheet free, wrapping it around her form and then followed him from the bedroom. Alec took a light coat from the closet and swung it onto himself.
"Like you wouldn't believe," he chuckled. He made sure that he had his wallet and his keys and then pulled open the door. He turned back to her. "I'll see you in a bit," he said in way of goodbye and then slipped from the room, pulling the door softly shut behind him.
Max waited a few minutes, to make sure that he didn't return because he'd forgotten anything, before she picked up the telephone receiver. keeping watch on the front door, she dialed in a familiar number. Once the call connected through, her face grew serious.
"Hey, it's me," she announced softly. "You ready to do what we were discussing earlier?" She waited for confirmation. "All right. We've got less than two hours starting now." Again, she listened to the person at the other end. "Don't worry. I'll take care of that. You just bring the supplies we'll need." Again the person on the other end brought up another seeming objection. "Don't worry about Alexander. I'll handle him."
Chapter Nine
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