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The following story was a response to a specific
request by Amaranth (abendstern1601) in honor of her birthday. The
specifications were slash and an Alec/Zack pairing, explicit sexuality if
possible. Normally my muse wouldn't cooperate (I'm not a big fan of slash
unless it's within the HP fandom) but this time around, I was surprised to find
myself inspired and driven. This story is the result of that splash of
inspiration and the encouragement and editing of both fee_kh and wildsky, two
people without whom half of my fics (and most of my sanity) wouldn't pass
muster. This fic was beta-read by both, and was given the go-ahead by slash
readers, so I'll have to take their word for it and hope for the best.
Title: Sweet Armageddon

Author: Shay (TheWickedQuill, untold_story)

Rating: NC-17

Genre: PWP, slash, mild angst

Fandom: Dark Angel

Pairing: Alec/Zack

Warnings & Spoilers: Slash, BBWW, AJBAC, SAR

Type/Status: Standalone, Complete

Author’s Notes: First things first. Zack may seem a tad out of
character. You can blame this on his libido if you wish. I did try to keep him
and Alec in character as much as possible, but certain liberties were taken
with Zack…though I can’t see anyone minding too terribly, if this is their kind
of story J Next, this story is a bit out of the norm
for me, seeing as slash isn’t usually my bag, but this was written as a
birthday fic for Amaranth (abendstern1601) albeit belatedly, and because it
also incorporates a requirement for one of the Dec/Jan prompts, I’m submitting
it for the ‘scene prompt’ – your character is caught in the act.
Summary: Getting caught has some unforeseen consequences.

SWEET ARMAGEDDON

He told himself it was because no one should suffer
that fate, that everyone deserved a second chance. That it was because the man
was a fellow soldier and shouldn't be relegated to a farm in Yahoosville with a
man named Buck, shoveling hay off the back of a rusted pick-up truck.
It had nothing to do with the unexplainable pull, the
magnetic charm, the strength and determination; the chiseled jaw and the bright
blue eyes and the rippling muscles beneath the black, form-fitting tee. Nope,
it was nothing at all to do with that.
It was simple courtesy and the respect due a fellow
soldier of his rank.
Which was why he also told himself that the way Zack
looked at Max didn't matter to him, disconcerting as it was.
He wondered if it was the programming that made Zack
act...strange around her. He didn't strike Alec as the kind of guy who was
looking for romantic entanglements or who was in touch with his feelings and
looking to connect with someone on a deeper level. Alec really did have
to wonder if someone at Manticore had screwed with Zack's head for kicks. After
all, they were a bunch of sick bastards lacking any moral fibre and Alec
wouldn't put it past them to try and turn a history of familial respect and affection
into something sordid.
The guy had been through hell, from what Alec had
heard, having picked up bits and pieces from Max and Logan, and even a few
kernels of information from Original Cindy. Alec still didn't understand Max's willingness
to let Zack continue to sacrifice himself over and over just so that she could
continue to stick by Logan; because, surely, that was the only real reason
she'd stayed.
It bugged him to think he had to be the one to convince
her to keep Zack close and not pack him off at Logan's insistence - sorry, suggestion
- and tuck her brother away in a corner of her mind for a rainy day. That
should have been her first consideration; keeping the brother who'd always
worried for her safety, safe. Alec wondered if it was a side effect of her
adopted humanity and hoped that if it was, he would never fall prey to that
particular human flaw.
It didn't surprise him that Zack's memory had begun to
return already, or that Logan had been keeping his distance until they could be
certain there would be no resurfacing of The Terminator and no reason to fear
for the Ordinary's life.
He got the distinct feeling - something about the
strange gleam in the blond man's eyes, the slight twitch in facial muscles
whenever the cyberjournalist's name was mentioned - that while Zack still
wanted Logan dead, it wasn't because of Manticore programming.
This gave him hope; for it meant that sooner or later
Max would catch on and Logan would return, and Zack's obsession with Max would
have to end.
Though the guy did seem to be insanely stubborn.
Manticore must have bred that out of the remaining transgenics after the escape
in '09, because Alec didn't know anyone as stubborn as Max and Zack and
rumor had it that Tinga and Brin had been near impossible to break.
Alec never told Max that he'd met 599 before. Back in
Manticore, before he'd been prepped for harvest, before Max had recovered from
her heart transplant. She never knew that the heart she carried belonged to his
twin and not Zack, as she’d been told, or just what Zack had gone through to
protect the ones he loved.
That was what had gotten Alec's attention in the first
place, and gained his respect shortly after. Renfro had taken a sick pleasure
in torturing the blond transgenic, testing his defenses and resolve, slowly
determining the worth of each organ in his body before harvesting them and
replacing them with synthetics.
The blonde never begged, only glared, and he rarely
whimpered, even when left alone in a cell long after the tortures had ended.
That kind of thing would make a man forget the
traitor's status and begin seeing him as someone worthy of respect. And perhaps
a bit of awe, as well; not that he'd share that tidbit with anyone.
Alec stared out the window, down at the street below.
He watched the blond as he assessed the area, checking for potential dangers
and planned emergency exit strategies like any good soldier would. He admired
the man's vigilance and fastidiousness and he disagreed with Max's opinion of
Zack's paranoia.
After all, the guy's thoroughness had kept him, and the
other '09ers, safe for over a decade. Pretty impressive, all things considered.
Alec inhaled sharply when the blond down on the street
kneeled to inspect something obscure, sunlight glinting off his hair - just so
- and the fabric of his faded black jeans pulled tight across his posterior and
thighs, outlining his form.
Zack's eyes swung up towards Alec's position, as if
sensing the other man’s presence, and Alec quickly flattened himself against
the wall so as not to be seen. He didn't want to be caught out spying on the
guy. He didn't want to come off as obsessive. He didn't want anyone to get the
wrong idea...
But he couldn't help it. Something about the
broad-shouldered soldier did strange things to Alec's stomach and he would
never admit it aloud, but that wasn't the only part of him that was affected.
Zack moved purposefully. He was graceful, yet something
about his movements was too precise, too calculated, and Alec couldn't help but
think that it was because he was more machine than man. Hell, he had metal
plating over half of his face and running beneath the surface. Cold and hard
and unwavering. He would know, after all; Zack could have killed him
single-handedly that day.
Alec shouldn't have found that arousing.
But for some odd reason, it turned him on.
Peeking around the window, Alec was relieved to see
that the other man's attention had returned to whatever it was he had been
doing before and Alec's borderline-stalking seemed to have gone unnoticed.
When Max exited the building opposite and approached
Zack, Alec tensed. There it was again; that intense, hot, consuming look. The
look Max didn't recognize and certainly didn't reciprocate. The look that sent
burning sensations throughout Alec's gut. He was surprised, then, to see Zack's
head whip to the side, Max retract her hand and stomp off, and Zack, cradling
his cheek in his palm, eyes wide.
At that moment, Alec wanted to smack her. It was one
thing to take her wrath out on him, but smacking Zack, unprovoked, even if she was
a little miffed at being separated from Logan - something that was partly
Zack's fault - was way out of line.
So Alec did the next best thing. He punched the wall,
perhaps not his most brilliant plan, if the ragged, bleeding skin of his
knuckles and the sting when he flexed his battered digits was any indication.
But it made him feel better.
Kinda.
Alec wasn't prone to rash, emotional outbursts, and it
rankled to know that it was another male that did it to him.
He could pretend all he wanted, but he knew; he knew he
wasn't just watching the scrap-metal Manticore drone because he was a potential
security threat or for entertainment purposes. Damn it all to hell, he was
watching because he couldn't not watch.
Stepping back from the wall, Alec collapsed onto the
stained mattress, groaning in time with the coils of the metal frame that
sagged beneath his weary weight. He held his head in his hands, frustrated and
unable to stop the thoughts rushing through his mind.
Why was this happening? Every time he closed his eyes
these past few days, all he saw were sky-blue eyes peering out from under a
golden veil, absentmindedly swept to the side by large, calloused hands. He
couldn't seem to stop thinking about the strength of the limb that had held him
in chokehold, raised three feet off the ground in an effortless motion. Steel
hand or not, the man wielding the metal limb was powerful and it was apparent
in the cording of muscle in his neck and shoulders and the contours running the
length of his body.
Later, once the metal plating had been removed from his
face and the skin returned to its original state, Alec stared. He knew they
probably thought he was just being rude, but he couldn't help himself.
There, the way he knew it from their time shared in
neighboring cells back in Psy-Ops, was the smooth, tanned skin he remembered.
It had been strange to see the digitalized eye, but when it reverted to the
brilliant shade that reminded Alec all through Psy-Ops of the summer sky, he'd
been strangely relieved.
He hadn't thought much of it back then, preferring to
just accept that he admired the recaptured '09er and that he'd tried to stay
just as strong under pressure as his companion. He hadn't allowed himself to
read into it.
But now, he couldn't stop. Whenever Zack looked his way
Alec wondered if whatever insanity fueled his feelings for Max would end and if
he might transfer those misdirected feelings to Alec, instead.
And that thought drove him crazy because he had never wanted
to be with a man before. He certainly had never obsessed about anyone quite
like this before.
The door crashed open with such force that the hinges
rattled and the entire wall shuddered. Alec's face registered surprise when he
saw the figure framed in the doorway.
"Why are you spying on me?"
Alec's mouth opened and closed and opened again before
snapping shut. What could he say to that?
"I know it's not because you don't trust me."
Alec shook his head. No, it definitely wasn't because
of that.
"At first I thought you were checking Max out, but
now I don't think so. So tell me, why have you been watching me?"
Alec would normally have come up with some witty
rejoinder or made a quip and brushed it all off. He couldn't quite fathom, therefore,
why his brain and his tongue decided to cooperate and say the stupidest thing.
"You look good."
Smooth, Alec, real smooth.
The look on Zack's face bespoke bemusement and a hint
of - was that unease? He hoped not. The blond quirked his lips briefly when he
noted the slight pink stain to Alec's cheeks, but the moment passed and his
features were once again impassive, if a little intense.
Not wanting to prolong Alec's agony or discomfort, Zack
changed the subject.
"I owe you an apology."
"Don't sweat it, man," Alec said
dismissively, thankful for the reprieve.
"Don't worry, it's not like I'm losing sleep at
night," Zack returned with the hint of a smile, eyes crinkling at the
corners.
Alec let out a short laugh but turned away quickly.
Zack found his behavior odd, but in observing the younger man's body language,
he pieced it together.
"I'm not good at this kind of thing, either,"
he rumbled in a low voice just behind Alec, his warm breath tickling the other
man's ear.
Zack noticed the visible shiver and the fluttering of
lashes, the almost imperceptible shudder that washed over Alec.
Alec spun around.
"What?"
Zack closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the
breath out agonizingly slow and staring pointedly into Alec's eyes as he did
so. He licked his lips and smiled.
"You smell good."
If he'd had any doubts before, they were certainly gone
now. Alec stared wide-eyed.
"I thought you- I mean, Max- you- she- but-,"
he rambled, tripping over his own words, his mind working furiously to process
this new information.
"We can thank Manticore for crossing the wires. I
tried to explain that I never wanted to act on these feelings and she didn't
take it too well. Max just reamed me out because of it."
Alec wasn't surprised that Max would blame Zack for
something he couldn't control. It wouldn't be the first time. But he was still
unclear on something.
"She didn't take what too well? I thought she'd be
happy that your sibling bond hasn't crossed the line into incest."
Zack cracked a grin.
"Well, she brought up this moment we shared in
Logan's family’s cabin, back when I almost got her to leave Seattle and move to
Canada. I made up some crap about wanting someone to care for. She didn't like
it when I told her it was all an act."
Alec laughed. "You didn't!"
Zack nodded. "I did." This earned another
peal of laughter from the younger transgenic.
"Anyway," the blond shrugged, "this
thing with Max. The sister thing aside, she's not really my type."
Alec smirked. "You also dig blondes?"
Zack's eyes glinted. "Blonds, brunettes, doesn't
matter."
"Too mouthy, then?" Alec continued, playing
oblivious.
"Nah. That can be a bit of a turn-on in the right
person."
"So what, not a breast man?"
Zack grinned. "Definitely not a breast man."
Boldly, Zack snaked an arm out and around Alec's waist,
pulling his lean frame against his larger body, splaying his hand flat over
Alec's stomach which trembled lightly on contact. "But I do like hard,
flat abdominals."
Something in Alec snapped. His control, his sanity, and
a consuming need bubbled forth from some hidden spring within. Whirling around,
he crashed his own soft, full lips to Zack's slightly rougher ones, sucking his
lower lip into his mouth and nipping with quick, sharp bites before moving on
to the top one.
A low, needy moan escaped the blond and he stumbled
beneath the onslaught, taking the pair a few steps backward and falling onto
the old bed. Hands flew haphazardly, alternately caressing and grasping skin
and body parts, exploring new territory together. Clothing was shed piece by
piece.
The kiss consumed them both, lips fused, short panting
breaths escaping at random intervals, tongues twining and sucking, caressing
and reaching, as if to prove they were one entity.
The pair rolled until they were facing one another.
Alec had only a moment to appreciate just how well their bodies fit each other,
how comfortably his leg rested between Zack’s taut thighs.
A hand slipped between the light fabric of his cargos
and further, beneath soft silk and closed over steely, heated flesh.
Alec gasped, and went rigid. "Fuck."
Warm lips nibbled their way down the column of his
throat while long fingers tightened around his cock, stroking steadily. He felt
like he was on fire, stoked by the strong hand wrapped around him. Alec was
having a hard time breathing. Never, in all his sexual experiences, had he felt
so incredibly hot, so cold, so incensed and dizzy and short of breath.
He felt utterly alive.
"Touch me," Zack shuddered into the crook of
Alec’s neck and rubbing his erection against the younger man’s thigh. His jeans
were unzipped and gaping slightly, but the denim restricted his movements and
he longed - ached - to feel Alec, skin on skin.
"God, please touch me."
Alec's hands were shaking slightly, and he panted
harder as Zack's strokes became surer, tugging long on Alec's now fully exposed
cock, his boxers and pants having slid down his legs at some point.
He grasped the other man's jeans and pushed them down
his hips just enough for his member to spring free of its confines. Alec took
him firmly in hand, enjoying Zack's hissed groan of pleasure, released in a
puff of hot air on his lover’s sweat slicked neck, as he strained against
Alec’s palm, the blond tightening his own grip on Alec's cock and working the
hard length rhythmically.
Alec pumped his fist over Zack's shaft, earning another
moan from the larger transgenic and causing a wild bucking of the hips. Zack’s
teeth grazed the rim of Alec’s ear, causing him to shudder. He, in turn,
nibbled along Zack’s jaw, sucking on the faintly stubbly skin in randomly
placed wet, red patches.
Each exhalation of breath, every murmur and whisper,
each grunt and moan to pass Alec’s lips was a drug, a fan put to the embers in Zack’s
belly. It unnerved him somewhat; he’d never had an intense connection like this
before. It had always been sex, sex, sex. Never had he wanted a coupling to be
anything beyond a means to achieve sexual gratification. Yet Zack burned for
something else, longed to touch Alec in a way he’d never before experienced, to
be the one who would help him reach nirvana.
Frustrated and aching, Zack flipped Alec onto his back,
pressing him firmly into the mattress. Squeezing Alec’s sac with just enough
pressure to draw confused eyes to meet his gaze, Zack rubbed his hardened
nipples over his lover’s chest and said in a voice heavy with lust,
“This isn’t enough. I need more.”
It was the only chance Alec would have to back out - he
could see it in Zack’s eyes. He was well aware that the other transgenic was
holding himself back, teetering on the edge of control, his muscles tense and coiled,
sweat beading on his hot skin, eyes shining with restrained desire.
Alec nodded slowly and raised his hips up, mashing his
groin into Zack’s, trapping his hand between their bodies.
But Zack didn’t move, and confusion marred Alec’s face.
“I need to hear you say it. Tell me that you want this.
Want me.”
Swallowing hard, Alec nodded again. “I want you.”
He didn’t have time to blink before Zack’s lips
descended upon his own once more, the need and the passion, the force driving
their union like a fire in the blood racing to completion.
Releasing Alec’s cock, Zack ran his finger across the
seam of Alec’s lips, wordlessly urging him to admit the digit into the hot, wet
cavern of his mouth.
“Wet it for me,” he demanded breathily.
Alec looked at him questioningly, wondering at the
abrupt change in activity.
“No lube,” he grunted when Alec’s tongue swirled around
his finger. He bucked his hips in response. Removing the finger from his mouth,
Zack slipped his hand under Alec’s ass and pressed the wetly coated digit
against the younger man’s rosebud. Alec clenched his butt cheeks at the
invasion.
“Relax,” Zack cooed, adding more saliva to the
pucker-hole. “Bear down when I push in and then relax.”
Wordlessly, Alec nodded and let out a shaky breath. As
much as he wanted this, these feelings were new and somewhat frightening, if
only because it was a completely new experience.
Zack pressed against his opening again and Alec stifled
a gasp when Zack worked his finger inside. The sensation was odd, not
comfortable but not quite uncomfortable. Cool wetness at the base
heralded another finger and soon Alec found himself rocking back and forth
against the intrusion.
Zack’s other hand, not idle in the least, played with
Alec’s nipples, pinching lightly and then with more force when Alec moaned and
arched upward. He smiled into Alec’s neck, alternating between scissoring the
fingers of his other hand and then holding them together and pistoning them in
and out of his lover’s anus in an imitation of the act he so longed to perform
for real.
Alec must have gained some confidence, for he boldly
lubricated his own finger and probed at Zack’s ass, slipping into his hole
easily and rubbing just within the rim. The stimulation was all Zack needed to
push him over the edge, and with a loud growl and a harshly snapped reminder,
“Bear down,” flipped Alec onto his knees, resting on all fours. He spat
furiously between the well-shaped cheeks directly in front of him, positioned
his cock at the entrance and surged forward with one mighty push until he was
buried balls-deep.
“Fuck!” Alec half-shouted, half-cried. The penetration
was unexpected; he hadn’t had enough time to gain his bearings before the
larger transgenic had slammed into him. It hurt. Having Zack’s cock up his ass
fucking hurt! But there was also a sense of fullness, and he could feel
the other man’s penis throbbing and pulsing inside him.
The pain was slowly subsiding, dying to a dull ache
that was quickly becoming pleasurable as Zack thrust gently, holding his hips
for leverage. Alec felt his own cock bobbing, flying half-mast, and he felt the
uncontrollable need to bring himself off, in time with the rhythmic pumping of
Zack’s hips, the push and pull of his cock, pressing just so, deep
within him.
Zack noticed this, and reached up to grasp Alec’s
shoulder, pulling him forcefully, pushing his body to take his shaft deeper and
harder, delighting in the low moans of pleasure and the shudders rocking his
lover’s body and rippling around his cock in a wave of delicious vibrations.
Alec pumped his erection more firmly, his breath coming
faster and harsher, rocking in time with the movement of hips and pelvis behind
him, ball sac slapping in a way that he never imagined would feel so erotic.
Alec stroked more hurriedly as he strived for
completion and his eyes rolled back in his head when Zack’s hand closed around
his throat, restricting his airway and making him lightheaded. The combination
of pressures, deprivation and pleasure had him seeing stars.
Alec was thankful for the strong grip of his lover,
holding him in place when he climaxed, for he surely would have collapsed
boneless otherwise. He came with a strangled cry, shaking uncontrollably which
changed the angle of penetration slightly and drew an aggravated growl from
Zack’s lips. The blond withdrew without warning, eliciting a ragged cry from
Alec, who felt suddenly empty and cold with the loss of contact. Zack reached
around Alec’s waist and gathered the fresh cum in hand and proceeded to smear
it around his lover’s reddened rosebud. With a great and mighty push, he sunk
his cock deep into his lover’s body.
Alec wasn’t prepared for the sudden propulsion to his
shoulder blades and found himself, face mashed into the rank old mattress, the
coils straining through the warn material and into his chest and cheeks. But
somehow, the abrasiveness didn’t matter, the scratch of rough upholstery forgotten
as Zack drove into him with the strength of ten men; a strength that would
easily have crippled an ordinary human. Alec knew this, and he reveled in the
knowledge that there couldn’t have been many satisfactory experiences for the
blond transgenic and that he could give the other man what he so needed.
The sensations, too, were enough to blow the mind.
Zack’s breath was coming faster now, his grip bruising, the force of movement
and the speed of his pistoning hips, the wet, slapping of skin on skin filled
Alec with a smug satisfaction.
“Fuck, yes!” Zack gasped, thrusting desperately,
clutching Alec’s hip in one hand, and grasping his shoulder tightly, pulling
him hard over his questing cock and surging upward simultaneously. It was as if
he sought to bury himself whole within Alec, to possess and be possessed.
When Zack suddenly went rigid, holding Alec’s hips
tightly, the younger man felt his lover come, felt the warm streams of his
release, Zack’s sexy grunts accompanying each short spurt as he shook with the
effort until finally slumping forward across Alec’s back.
With difficulty, Zack withdrew and rolled onto his back
beside Alec. Crossing one arm over his forehead and the other over his stomach,
Zack let out another ragged breath.
Alec turned gingerly and laid out next to Zack. His
butt was sore and his body ached but overall he felt satisfied. But his partner
didn’t appear to share his feelings. His eyes were focused on the ceiling,
unblinking, and his lips were drawn in a tight line.
Zack was also strangely quiet and Alec wondered if he
regretted their actions.
“Maybe I should -,”
“I’m sorry,” Zack interrupted.
Alec felt that cold hand of doubt curl around his
heart. He didn’t know if he wanted to hear Zack apologize for something Alec
had wanted. He didn’t want to know that feelings hadn’t been mutual. After all,
he had been the one to kiss Zack first. No-one likes to hear that their
advances were unwelcome – after the fact.
Quickly rolling to the side and swinging his legs over
the side of the bed, Alec sat up and reached for his scattered clothing.
A hand on his arm stilled his movements but he refused
to turn and face the other man.
“Alec, I don’t regret this,” he clarified, the
frustration in his voice drawing Alec’s gaze to meet his own and the blond
gestured between them, “Don’t regret us.”
Alec scowled. “Then what?”
“I went to fast. I didn’t prepare you. I -,” Zack’s
regret was genuine, and Alec found his concern endearing, though he would never
admit as such out loud.
“Look, don’t worry about it, okay? I enjoyed it. You
enjoyed it. We’re good.”
The blond nodded, rising from the bed and gathering his
clothes. Silently, the two dressed, not making eye contact, the air in the room
still heavy with the awkwardness of a morning after between strangers.
The simultaneous buzzing and ringing of cell phones
broke the uncomfortable silence and gave both men a reprieve.
“I’m gonna -,” Alec said with a shrug after snapping
his phone shut.
“Yeah.”
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- - - - - - - - - -
Their eyes met across the table, the noise, their
friends’ chatter and the pounding music faded away as they communicated wordlessly
with one another.
A quick series of hand signals were exchanged and a
pitcher of beer later, no one noticed the two empty seats or their former
occupants sneaking away, the tall, broad-shouldered blond pressing the slimmer
brunette up against the wall in a darkened alcove of the club.
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