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Title: Breeding Partners, or Not!
Author: elle6778
Rating: M (for language and sexual content) Warning: Contains sexual scenes which could be construed as non-consensual or with dubious consent.
Show: Dark Angel
Genre: Angst/Humor (a bit of both, really)
Summary: What happens if Alec decides to follow Manticore's orders in Designate This? Hopefully Max-Alec pairing if they don't end up killing each other.

A/N: Yes, I'm trying my hand again at Designate This. It's not going have a plot as complicated as 'Deception'. I just needed to get this out of my system. Also, this is not going to be a fluffy fic and I don't think it's going to be anything like my usual fics asI'm trying for a different effect!

(By elle6778)

Day 1

Max sat in her tiny cell with its grey, unpainted concrete walls, staring at nothing as thoughts of escape filled her mind. That had been her only constant thought ever since she had woken up in the infirmary two weeks ago.

No, she corrected. Her mind had also been filled with thoughts of Zack. What Zack had done for her was so typically Zack; sacrificing himself to keep her alive. She had stared, numb in shock when that bitch, Renfro had told her in that smug voice of hers that Zack had died giving her his heart.

Thinking of Zack's heat beating strongly inside her made her feel sad. It was not meant to be like this. Escaping should have meant that all of them had a chance to live a normal life. Not getting caught. Not getting killed by their own sibling Not getting progeria and had to go back to Manticore. Heck, not dying to safe another sibling.

She needed to get of Manticore and get back to the real world out there. Being in this cell depressed her to no end.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice that someone was about to come into her cell until the metal door slammed open. Her eyes snapped up to see a male transgenic walking in.

Max's jaw went slack as she took in the appearance of her visitor.

"Ben?" she said tentatively.

His face twisted in puzzlement. "What?"

Max's heart sank in disappointment when she realised he was not Ben. "You look like someone I used to know."

"My designation's 494," he said.

"He was 493. You must be twinned," Max mumbled.

494 nodded. "Yeah, your fellow traitor who went psycho. I had to spend six months in psy-ops for that. They wanted to make sure that it wasn't genetic. Looks like ten years in the world finally got to him," he said with a smirk.

"It was this place that got to him!" Max snapped, irritated at his dig at Ben. What did he know anyway? This guy had been in Manticore so long that he did not know anything but its strict regime.

Rolling his eyes, 494 said, "Whatever you say," and then he pulled off his shirt, "Well, let's get this over with, huh? I've got other stuff to do."

Max's eyes rounded. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, her expression incredulous as his bare, muscular chest came into view. She clamped down on the typical female appreciation when faced with a noteworthy male counterpart, and glared at him instead.

"We've been paired off. I'm your breeding partner," he explained blandly. "Lucky me," he added under his breath.

"My WHAT?"

"We're supposed to copulate every night until you get pregnant," he explained impatiently. "You haven't been briefed on this?"

"That's sick! And no, no one told about it," Max said, her face twisted in disgust. Manticore had finally flipped if they thought that she was going to copulate with some strange transgenic who looked exactly like Ben. It was sick even if the transgenic did not look like any of her siblings.

"You brought it on yourself, 452. They'll still be whipping up embryos in the DNA lab if you haven't blown it up," 494 accused. His hands went down to his waist and snapped open the button. Then noticing her fully dressed state, he asked with a frown, "What are you waiting for?"

"I'm not doing this," Max said resolutely, eyeing him warily as his fingers went to the zipper. He can't be serious!

"We've got our orders, 452," he stated, his eyes not leaving her as he unzipped his pants. "It's not like I want to do this. Who knows where you've been all this time. I might catch something," he said with an exaggerated shudder.

She ignored his jibe. "Keep your clothes on, smart-ass! You'll catch my fist in your face if you don't stop right there," she threatened as his black boxers came into view. This can't be happening, she thought in disbelief as her eyes followed his hands. Thank goodness his boxers were loose. Yanking her eyes back up to his face, she reiterated, "I'm not kidding."

His hands paused in their task of slipping his pants down his hips. "Whoa, there no need for violence. You should be glad that it's me and not one of the others. I've never had any complaints before, I'll have you know." He grinned at her.

"Well, if you want to keep it that way, I suggest that you leave now!" she said sweetly, bending down to pick up his shirt. Tossing it at his chest, she said in a hard tone, "Get out. Copulation's over."

All signs of playfulness left his face as he stepped closer to her. His face merely inches from hers, he said in a hard voice, "Listen, 452. I don't know what your deal is, but an order is an order, and we're going to carry it out to the word. Understood?"

Gritting her teeth in annoyance, she bit out, "Do I look like I care?"

494 smirked at her as he stood back, and then deliberately pushed down his pants slowly, ignoring her gasp. Stepping out of it, he kicked it to the side and advanced towards her, clad only in his boxers. "I don't know about you, but I'm not about to send myself back to psy-ops. That means that we're going to do what we were ordered to do, alright?" he said softly, but the threat in his tone was clear.

"Back off and get out!" Max snapped, glaring at him furiously.

Unperturbed, he said in a flat tone, "I was about to suggest that we do it the easy way, but I don't think you're up for it."

Max's eyes widened as he lunged at her. Still in shock at the entire situation, she did not react fast enough to stop him from tumbling her backwards on her bunk. His right hand went around her wrists, holding her hands over her head as he used his weight to demobilise her. His left hand came between them to grab a fistful of her shirt roughly.

And yanked hard.

As he tore her shirt off her, leaving her top clad only in the black Manticore standard issue sports bra. The move increased the space between them, giving Max the chance she needed. Slipping a leg to one side, Max brought her knee up and smashed it into the side of 494's ribs. The blow itself was not hard, but distracted, 494 did not move in time to avoid Max's head bashing against his nose.

494 hissed in pain, causing his grasp to loosen. "Damn!" he exclaimed, shaking his head slightly.

Max took the opportunity to shove hard at him, pushing him off her. She was furious. "You're sick, you know that!" she yelled.

Flipping herself to her feet, she faced him in a fight stance.

Wiping the blood off his nose and his split lips using the back of his hand, 494 stood up. Taking in the way she held herself, he smirked, "You think you can take me on? I've got ten years training on you."

"So? Big deal. You're the one with the bleeding nose and busted lips, not me," Max taunted, her eyes still pinned on him warily.

"I was trying to be gentle, but I didn't realise you liked it rough," 494 said, his eyes glittering dangerously.

Max rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Does the word 'rape' mean anything to you? Or is it just another word which Manticore had conveniently translated into 'copulation'?" she asked sarcastically.

He widened his eyes not so innocently. "Why will it be rape? You'll be willing after a while. Like I said earlier, I never had any complaints," he said, suddenly kicking out at her without warning.

Sidestepping his kick, Max threw a punch at his midsection before saying, "Get over yourself, dickhead."

He jumped back, avoiding her punch. "My designation's 494. Not 'dickhead'," he informed her blandly as they continued to circle each other. He snapped his right arm towards her.

"Too bad. Dick would have been a good name for you," Max said with a smirk. Her arm came up to block the backhand from 494.

Pretending to think, 494 said, "I don't think it suits my charming self."

"With all those smart-aleck comments you make, maybe 'Alec' will work better," Max said, giving him a sickly sweet smile as they continued to circle each other.

"I could live with that," he said, looking thoughtful. Then, just as Max was about to lash out, he suddenly launched himself in the air, aiming a kick at her shoulders.

Max tried to dodge the kick, but he was too fast. Although the kick just glanced off her shoulders, it was forceful enough to land her on her back. Swearing inwardly, she clutched her shoulders and rolled into a standing position, cursing her carelessness.

She immediately flung her fist out right at his face.

Just before the punch came into contact, Alec raised his arms to block it. Twisting the same arm, he brought it round to grasp Max's wrist, yanking her past him.

As the force of his move slammed Max into the wall, her left shoulder first, a banging sound came from the cell door.

"What's going on here?" a guard shouted, a tazer held threateningly in his hand as he entered. His beady eyes went from Max to Alec, and then back to Max.

Her breath knocked out of her, Max leaned against the wall but did not reply. She felt as if she was one big, gigantic bruise. Transgenic or not, impacting with a solid wall was not pleasant. She had to give it to him; the idiot could fight, and she needed to be more careful.

Expressionlessly, Alec answered the guards, "Copulation for the Breeding Programme."

"And that involves throwing your breeding partner into the wall?" the guard asked incredulously.

"That's our normal X5 foreplay," Alec said with a straight face.

Max rolled her eye at his reply, but decided that she should hold her tongue. After all, she would not be too surprised if the guard actually believed the smart-ass. Those guards were not the smartest of people.

Looking between the two transgenics suspiciously, the guard said, "See that you complete your instructions," and left, closing the door behind him.

Turning his attention back to Max, Alec said predatorily, "So where were we?"

t.b.c.

A/N: Yes, things are not looking too good for them. As usual, I'm normally quite insecure when I start a new fic, so please review and let me know if you would like me to continue this.