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It's Getting Hot In Here	By : jracklesfan77 Category: 1 through F > Dark Angel Views: 5714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: White has a theory. And
a bunch of X5 Alpha males are powerless and angry. It's a recipe for disaster with a
Familiar aftertaste.
Authors: jracklesfan77 & HisVampira

Show: DA

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Humor/Angst/Romance

Status: WIP

Started: 21 April 2005
Disclaimer: Dark Angel and all related elements belong to Cameron
Eglee Productions and FOX. No copyright infringement intended. Only original characters and ideas
are mine. All use of Dark Angel themes, etc. is purely for entertainment purposes and I am in no way
receiving benefit of any kind from this (aside from the satisfaction of writing things as I see
fit!)

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Chapter 1
Max stared at the wall, deep in thought.
Her neck still burned where the skin had been pierced by the needle. White had
been playing with her and enjoying every minute of it. He'd emptied the contents
of the syringe into her, laughing all the while.

|O|O|O|
"What the hell are you
doing?!" she spat at him.
"Testing a theory, 452. If
things go the way I think they will, you'll be begging me to help you in no
time." He grinned evilly, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for
the drug to take effect.
"You're delusional. There's
nothing you could do that would make me beg you for help," she retorted
furiously.
"Oh, but I beg to differ.
You'll see soon enough." White smirked, circling the chair she was secured
to, watching her skin flush as her body temperature rose. "So far so good,
452."
Max strained against the straps
holding her down. They didn't budge. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
she growled in frustration. She felt unbearably hot and uncomfortable. Her skin
felt like it was on fire and it burned painfully.
White turned to answer her.
"Like I said. I'm testing a theory. I'll leave you alone while your body
acquaints itself with the drugs. Good night, 452." He exited the room and
stood behind the door. He nodded with satisfaction as he heard her moans of
pain. He knew how the injection was affecting her. Eating away from the inside.
But soon the burning sensation would subside and she would break free from her constraints.
White chuckled to himself. 452 would
escape. And he would let her.

|O|O|O|

What the hell am I doing?,
she thought, securing the last bolt to the floor and testing it's
strength. Max couldn't for the life of her explain why she was doing
what she was doing. After escaping White's clutches earlier that
evening, she'd had the strangest desire to play. She hadn't felt so
horny or aware of men in a very long time. But she was all too aware
now. She wanted men; hard, sweaty and willing. But she didn't want
Ordinary men. She wanted transgenic men; Alpha males, to
be precise.

Which led to her current
situation.
Hmm,
she thought as she stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. It's definitely going to be nice to have this place all to myself. Seven
sets of titanium-enforced shackles decorated the living room; 14 wrist-holds on
the walls and 14 ankle-clasps on the floor. Not
bad. With
Cindy
gone for the weekend, Max would be able to make good use of the restraints.

Satisfied with her
work, she wiped her hands on the her thighs. Now all she had
to do was go get what she wanted.

|O|O|O|
It was late when Max finally entered the living room.
The moon shone through the window, casting a soft, silvery glow on the figures
lining her walls. Mission accomplished, she thought smugly, eyeing the
seven, X5 Alpha males she'd chosen to bring home. Her
'playthings' were beginning to fidget. Hell, with the pure beauty that was
displayed before her, she was beginning to fidget.

|O|O|O|
Biggs' vision swam before him, colors
and lines blurring together as if rushing past him. His head felt as if
something inside was pounding against his skull. What the hell happened?
He tried to lift a hand to his aching head and was shocked to find that he
couldn't move. When he attempted to speak, he realized that there was something
obstructing his mouth. I'm fucking bound and gagged!, he thought, trying
desperately to remember the events that had put him in such a vulnerable
position.

He'd been working with Alec in HQ earlier that night on the plans for the latest
B&E job - something that happened often.

"Man, it's late and we've been over this a dozen or more times. It's a
simple job - nothing to worry about too much. Let me just go home to my woman,
and...relax," Biggs said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Alec chuckled, and slapped Biggs on the back. "Fine, you go on home and...,"
he coughed, an amused grin spreading across his face. "...relax."
He rolled his eyes while pushing his friend toward the door. "Just be ready
by tomorrow night!"

Biggs grinned, giving Alec a mock salute. "Sir, yes, Sir!" he sounded
out cheekily. He did an about-face and sauntered out of HQ, thinking of the ways
Lianna could help him 'relax'.

As he rounded the last corner of the hallway leading to the outside, a strange
smell made him pause. He turned, searching for the origin of the scent. Before
he managed to turn halfway around, he saw a slim figure dart around him. Strong
slender arms grabbed him from behind and pressed something to his mouth. Chloroform!
He'd used it enough on missions to recognize the smell. Just before the world
went black, he heard a purr and a voice that sounded strangely like Max's
whispered in his ear. "You will be a wonderful addition to my
collection."

The realization of what had occurred had Biggs reeling. Max. Max kidnapped
me. And bound and gagged me. Bitch! His vision was clearing and the effects
of the chloroform were beginning to wear off. Around him he saw several men
shackled and gagged, or at least he thought they were - his vision was still
slightly blurry. And in the center of it all was Max. Uh-oh. This can't
be good!

|O|O|O|
Max stepped in front of Biggs just as
he opened his eyes. As she removed the gag from his mouth, he started on her.
"What the fuck?! Max, why the hell am I chained up?" he
growled, yanking at the wrist-cuffs holding him firmly back against the wall.
His eyes were wild as they darted around the room, eyes growing wide at the sight of his friends similarly
restrained. "Why the hell are any of us chained up?!"
Max smiled seductively and trailed a
finger down his cheek to his jaw and lower to his neck, stopping just over his
heart. "It's playtime. And Max wants to play."
Biggs inhaled sharply as Max's hand
continued its treacherous path down his chest and stomach to rest at the button
of his pants. "Ma-ax?" he asked, his voice coming out strangled.
"What are you doing?!"
Max murmured assent. "You're
right. I should start at the top." With that said, she slowly began to
unbutton his shirt, revealing a smooth expanse of proportionately muscled chest.
"Nice," she breathed. "Very nice."
Biggs was shocked speechless at her
actions. This was not the Max he knew. This was the Max that would get
him killed. Alec was across the room and starting to regain
consciousness. Fuck, I'm so screwed. He's gonna kill me for this, he
thought, fighting his growing erection with a painful lack of success.
Biggs turned his head, trying not to
look into Max's eyes. They were burning; shimmering black pools ringed in liquid
brown. He groaned involuntarily as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders
letting it fall and rest on the chains of his shackles. Her warm breath fanned
out on his pecs and he inhaled sharply.
When she pressed her lips to his
stomach, the muscles clenched. Her tongue dipped into his navel and he cursed.
"Fuck, Max!" He was getting more turned on by the second and he
glanced to the far side of the room in time to catch Alec's furious gaze boring
into his. Biggs swallowed hard.
"Sorry, man! It's not my f-"
Biggs was suddenly silenced by soft fingers to his lips.
"Shhhh. No talking. Just
play," Max said softly as she began to trace a pattern around his mouth.
"Mmmm, I like." She leaned in and brushed her lips across his lightly.
She flicked her tongue over his lower lip and he pressed his lips together
tightly. Her tongue was insistent, and as her hands expertly caressed his lower
abdomen, he groaned, and her tongue slipped into his mouth. Without thought, he
stroked his tongue against hers. God, she tastes so sweet! The sound of
clanking chains brought him back to his senses and he pulled away from her
guiltily.
Biggs shot frightened eyes to his best
friend, pleading silently for understanding. The venomous glare he received in
return made him shiver at the same time Max's warm lips set fire to his jaw. She
covered his face with light, open-mouthed kisses and then nipped playfully at
his earlobe. He moaned with pleasure and cursed his inability to stop the
torture. Each touch of her fingers to his chest, stomach and shoulders, every
caress of her lips to his skin turned him traitor. To himself and to Alec. Biggs
felt sick to his stomach, both loving and hating Max at that moment.
He tried to shift in an attempt to ease
his aching hard-on. Max noticed his discomfort. "Should I help you with
that?" she asked in a playful, sing-song voice, raising an eyebrow at him.
Without waiting for a reply, she unbuttoned his pants and eased the zipper down.
Hooking her thumbs at the waistband, she slid his pants and boxers down in one
fluid motion. He bit his lip sharply as his erection sprang free.
Biggs hissed as her hand wrapped around
him. She's definitely trying to kill me, he thought as a wave of
pleasure washed over him at her strong yet gentle grip. She began to stroke him
and he gasped, closing his eyes against the heady feeling of skin on skin. He
moaned as his blood heated and he throbbed under her ministrations. God help
him, he wanted her.

He fought not to open his eyes, afraid to
see what she was doing to him. It was enough to feel it. But when he
sensed her shift, and felt her hot, slick tongue dart out to the base of him,
his eyes shot open. He couldn't help but watch as her tongue trailed a wet line
of heat from beginning to end. The sound of chains rattling again caught his attention
and he managed to tear his eyes away from the tantalizing sight.

Alec was struggling against his chains, a raging fire of jealousy in his eyes.
Max, having heard the sounds, looked over her shoulder. She observed Alec with a
smug delight, basking in the fact that she'd finally gotten his attention. She
smirked at him before turning back to Biggs. "Mmmh, wonder if you taste as
good as you look," she purred, her breath cascading over his erection
causing goose bumps to erupt all over his skin. Without warning or further
foreplay, Max took Biggs into her mouth, deeper than he would've thought
possible. It took every bit of effort he had not to cry out her name. He'd have
surely been a dead man if he had. Her tongue grazed his tip as she released him
from her hold and he shuddered.

"Actually, you taste even better than I thought." She dropped her
mouth back down on him, curving her lips, assaulting him with her skilled
tongue. Biggs silently cursed himself as he let out a groan, his breathing
ragged, and saw Alec grow
even more furious, anger radiating from every pore. Guilt, pleasure, and anger
coiled in Biggs' stomach, making him feel sick.
Try as he might, he couldn't keep his
body from responding to the pure pleasure he was receiving from such an unlikely
- and wrong - source. He was
struggling to keep from reaching his climax, thinking that if he kept that much
self-restraint, his conscience wouldn't torture him as much.
Luckily, right when his resolve was reaching the end of its tether, Max
made the decision for him. She relinquished her hold on him, mouth and hands,
and stood up, her eyes roving the room, glancing at the other - and she noted
with satisfaction - aroused, hard bodies

lining the walls.

Her eyes flicked over another body as her hand extended, pushing Biggs back
playfully as she laughed. "Next," she purred seductively, moving over
to Axel.

|O|O|O|

Axel opened his eyes to find
the blinding light burning his vision. He snapped them shut again. He
tried to raise his hands to wipe the bleariness but found he was
powerless to move. Blinking a few times, the room finally came into
view.

All around the room, on three
walls, were his closest friends. Each of them was bound and gagged. Just
like he was, he realized suddenly. The cotton on his tongue was not
the remaining effects of an alcoholic binge as he'd originally thought.
The cotton was actual cotton; a cloth gag.

Trying to remember how he's
gotten into this predicament, he closed his eyes and struggled for
visuals.

It was late evening and he
and Terra, a voluptuous, redheaded X5 female, were taking stock of TC's
medical equipment. Alec had asked for a list of items the infirmary
needed and Axel had volunteered to help. Anything to get him close to
the beautiful, buxom girl he was intent on bedding by the end of the
night.

Terra had her head bent over
the list and he had come to stand behind her. Her body language was
inviting, and he'd stepped closer, dipping his head into her neck. His
lips brushed against her skin and he felt Terra shiver. Axel ran his
hands down her arms, nuzzling behind her ear as she sighed contentedly.

There was a knock on the
door. The two transgenics jumped apart, embarrassed at having been
caught making out when they should have been working.

"Max," Axel said
easily, quickly masking his discomfort with a jaunty smile. "To
what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Axel," she began,
"I need your help." Max stared at him, her gaze boring through
him and making him a bit uneasy. Something about the way she held his
eyes...

"Wow," he replied.
"You don't usually come to me, Max. What happened - the others too
busy?"

She nodded. "Alec's
helping Mole with something and Biggs is...indisposed. Are you up for
it?" she asked innocently, biting her lip.

"Sure." Axel
turned to Terra and whispered in her ear. "I'll be back; be sure to
wait up for me." The redhead giggled and swatted him on the ass as
he made his way past her and out the door.

|O|O|O|
Axel glanced around the room
again and noted that the others were easing into consciousness, though
Alec was already awake. Axel saw the hard glint in his eye and followed
his friend's gaze to rest on Biggs. The sight that met his eyes was
shocking to say the least.

Max was down on her knees, her
generous lips enclosed over Biggs'...Jeeeeeeezus! Axel swallowed
hard at the erotic image of Max's head bobbing up and down on his
friend. What the hell is going on here?! He now understood Alec's
ire. His friend had not-so-secretly been pining after Max for a long
time, and seeing her go down on Biggs must be like a knife to the gut.
As Alec fought his restraints, anger and jealousy flashing in his
dangerously darkened green eyes, Axel felt sick to his stomach.

And why wouldn't he feel sick?
Axel was warring with himself. He too felt the stirrings of desire
coiling in his belly. And couldn't for the life of him tear his eyes
from the look of bliss gracing Biggs' features, or the pain and guilt in
his eyes as he stared dumbly at Alec between grunts of pleasure.

Axel felt the tension in the
room move up a notch. Max had risen to her feet, leaving Biggs with what
had to be an aching hard-on. Axel didn't envy the man one bit. And
fuck me, he thought, fear making his breath catch in his throat. Uh,
oh. My turn.

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