Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2011-01-01 14:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | dark angel, rated: teen, slash |
Fic: Uncommon Growth 1/1 Dark Angel
Title: Uncommon Growth
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel.
Characters: Alec/494, Renfro
Words: 972
Sequel: to "This Burning Inside.
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: past 494/599
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language, Angst, Fondling, Mpreg.
Summary: 494 submits to an examination.
Author's Note: 3 months later.
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494 trembled. Three months into this and his body was already grossly disproportionate. Holding his shirt above his belly, he exposed it for her examination. To keep from reacting, he gripped the hem tight. The white cotton, stretched thin from his wearing it, became almost transparent.
Forcing his eyes closed was the only way he kept from flinching at her cool touch. Her bony fingers slid over the swollen flesh of his stomach, making his gut clench back to protect himself. It was difficult to get them to pull back far and it taxed his already strained muscles. When her hand settled possessively over his stomach once more, he barely contained the shudder.
"Very good, 494." Her voice grated, brittle in her excitement. "You're farther along than they estimated." She smiled at him, delighted from the progress, no doubt.
After all, he was her first successful attempt in this program. He had heard whispers from the staff about what happened to the others. They claimed him to be a stroke of good fortune. 494 didn't exactly believe himself to be all that lucky. Hell, he'd been getting the shaft since day one.
Seventeen, that's how many times that bastard had fucked him over a two day period. It wasn't even the good kind. His mate had been all business about it, a mindless animal only focused on one thing. Well, he groaned as she gently massaged around his bellybutton, he had gotten the job done.
It was already flush with the rest of his stomach. The doctor in charge of his medical care informed him it would most likely be sticking out by the end of the month. 494 shuddered again. He didn't care to think how this was going to end. All that came to mind was a lotta screaming and blood every where.
494 knew a little of what to expect. He wasn't the first X-5 to get in this condition.
"You'll be happy to know, our tests came back all negative." Her fingers squeezed his flesh gently. "There are no genetic anomalies in your offspring. Your specific cross might be that special point-five percent of a successful, viable reproduction."
Daring to open one of his eyes, he stared at her. He expected there to be some sign of her psychosis. No one could sound so cheerful about this without being out of their mind. Everything he had experience about the reproductive cycle so far had been horrible beyond all reason.
Leaning in a little closer, she dropped her voice to a conversational whisper. She reached up to cup his face. "You're so precious to us, to this entire project." Her fingers patted his cheek. "Would you like to know the sex?"
This one tiny reaction he allowed himself. After shaking his head in denial, 494 dropped it back against the exam table. "Won't matter." He knew what they did with successful viable offspring. They had done it to him, after all.
Before she got a chance to respond to that, it shifted. He felt it softly at first, movement inside him. The tiny form turned and he squirmed a little in sympathy. Irrational as it was, he kinda felt like the offspring didn't like her touch. To prove this, it kicked within his stomach, against her hand.
She gasped.
It did it again, then twice more.
He trembled with repressed urges. After so many years of denying them, he wasn't sure what exactly his body wanted to do. All he knew as that his eyes started to sting, so he clenched them tight.
"It's a miracle." The words held so much awe that it was painful to hear. "You really are doing this." Her thumb stroked over his cheekbone. "It's shame those incompetent fools let the Leo escape. I'd be interested in seeing if this was a fluke."
His heart began to pound painfully in his chest. She wanted to do this to him again already? The monster inside him wasn't even completely formed and she was lamenting on another one. 494 snarled at her, jerking his head from her touch.
Instead of her usual angry reaction, she only smiled brighter. "Doesn't matter." Standing up straight, she tugged at the cuffs of her jacket. "There are other specimens to work with."
He suddenly had a hard time breathing. Swallowing, he stared at her with deliberately blanked features. "What about my field status? I'm still an active X Operative."
In another break from her routine, she reached up to card her fingers through his hair. She took her time arranging his already too long bangs. "Your reproductive cycle is six months, sooner if we risk overtaxing your system and induce." With a pat of his head, she stepped back. "Give me a viable X-5, second gen, and I'll see about returning you to operational status."
Keeping his body tightly controlled, he studied her every move for deceit. "And in six months?"
"Disobey me, and I'll breed you to every anomaly until you're used up lump of bleeding flesh." Her back straightened as she stared down upon him. "This project is important. We are depending upon you. Don't let us down."
With that pronouncement, 494 knew his days as a field operative were gone. Distantly, he had known it was coming. A small part of him had known all along. That didn't make this any easier to take, though. He could only watch in numbly as she turned and walked out of the lab.
In his gut, the little monster kicked at his stomach again. It pressed against the lines of his stretched flesh, leaving tiny ripples where it kicked.
Closing his eyes, he forced himself to recite the litany of his training. He was a soldier. Emotions were a weakness to soldiers. Weakness was not a luxury he could afford.
THE END..................................