Some Omission Required

by pari106

Fandom: Dark Angel

Pairing: Alec/Zack

Rating: PG-13

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Summary: This takes place during the episode "Some Assembly Required"; assumes Zack and Ben were once involved. Alec has a chance to get close to Zack�if he can keep his mouth shut about certain things. Including the fact that he isn�t his brother.

Author�s Note: This is my first try at posting something at the WWOMB through the list. So I hope it�s okay. Real short. I know there are just a few DA fans out there, but I hope a few more of you decide to read this and give me your feedback, as well. I�ll be glad to answer any questions
you have about the pairing or the fandom if you e-mail and ask me. Okay? :) Okay. So here it is.



Some Omission Required
by pari106


He�s got that metal hand around my throat. Again.

Which I�m really getting tired of, by the way. I mean, it was cool at first�but now it�s just really starting to piss me off.

And I�d love to tell him so. But he is nearly choking me, after all. I can�t manage more than a strangled little "Zack�" as I dangle there, feet off the floor and back to the wall.

"I remember you," he says with an odd expression.

He remembers me�great. Apparently they aren�t good memories. Or so I think� But then he sets me down. My first instinct�laugh all you want�is to flee. But turning my back on him when he asked to talk was what got me airborne in the first place. So I stay put. Coughing and sputtering and recovering my breath.

"You�re Ben," he tells me. Uh-oh. Not that again.

"Why does Max call you Alec?" he asks next.

Good question, actually. Why the hell Max does anything she does is a mystery to me. I�d tell him this, too. But suddenly he�s leaning close�and the look in his eyes� Somehow it makes me forget what I�m about to say.

"I remember us," he tells me quietly, in almost a whisper.

Then he kisses me.

It�s a light kiss�tentative. Like even now he�s still remembering, and he�s wondering if he�s got it right.

It�s silent for a long time when he pulls back� And I should just tell him he�s wrong. I should tell him I�m not Ben, I�m Alec. But let me just be honest�I�m kinky. That�s really all it amounts to. Being Ben is probably the only way I�ll ever get a shot at getting this close to Zack without him killing me, and I�m just kinky enough not to care if that�s wrong. So sue me.

Anyhow, after he�s kissed me, it doesn�t seem to matter what I have to tell him. It doesn�t matter that Zack-y boy here�s just a few nanosites short of the whole package. Doesn�t matter that that hand, still lightly grasping my throat, could kill me in a flinch.

It doesn�t matter that, after all, I�m not Ben. And I�m not exactly high on Max�s list right now. I can just imagine what she�d think if she knew I was here right now�getting a hard-on for her "brother". As if she�s got room to talk. Personally, I think she�s got the hots for him, too. Not that I mind.

But none of that really matters as I�m standing there�wanting Zack to kiss me again.

And he�s just watching me�waiting.

So I take the initiative. I kiss him back�press our bodies together�

I�m not the only one who wants more. I feel the proof straining through our clothing.

"Zack�"

I say his name. Sentimental things, names. But I don�t mind using them. I know Max and her kind have a sort of fetish for them.

"Ben�" he says back.

Do I feel a little guilty�hearing him call me Ben? Yeah, I do. Guilt is sort of pesky like that. I wish Max had never introduced me to it.

But why should I feel guilty?

It�s not Ben here turning Zack on, it�s me. He wants me�even if he doesn�t know it. It�s not like Ben could be here if he wanted to. Ben�s dead. And it�s probably better that way. He was my twin� But he was one scary son-of-a-bitch, I can�t deny it. If he was around, there�s no way I�d let Zack touch me. But he�s not around�and Zack and I are. Why shouldn�t we make the best of it?

Zack�s grip has loosened during this time, and I can stand on my feet again. So I pull back, just a little. He�s watching me. And I run a hand down the broad chest in front of me.

"Come back to my place," I offer, feeling a little like an idiot. Yeah, that one�s original. But, it�s not like Zack notices, so what the hell? "We can see what else you remember," I explain, as if an explanation is needed. Finally, he nods.

As he steps back to let me walk past him, so that I can lead the way, I try not to lick my lips. Whether from desire or anxiety, I can�t tell you. But it�s probably both.

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