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The buzz was settling in smooth along Max's skin, and he was feeling absolutely no pain right now. It was enough that he and Michael were in this texting discussion, but the topic was absolutely insane. Having walked the short distance over to where Michael was staying currently, Max knocked on the door after the last text came back. He felt terrible for giving his brother such a warped view of him. At least he came bearing gifts. A bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses, along with a bag of already cut limes. All Michael had to do was supply the salt.

"Wow. I’m flattered. You really know how to make a man feel special.

Who said I wasn’t drinking? I just wasn’t planning on drinking drinking but fuck it. You’re right we’ve been at odds pushing against each other for too long. We’re idiots. I was just so fucked up back then.

You got your dick pierced?! And both your…Ok I take it back. I’m vanilla. You out freak me. I’m scared to find out what else I don’t know.

You go. I’m processing."

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When things go bad. Look at mr. positivity over here. When things go bad you can sleep on the couch you idiot. We will take our time, but I have a good feeling about it Michael. You should trust my good feelings.

I'll give you a drawer and a spot in my bathroom. I think I'll like you here in the morning.

To think of all the pain and people we tried to fill that hole with until we found this. It's some weird paradox, that we couldn't have found. So stupid. I need you so bad. I keep trying to imagine what it's going to feel like. I haven't had anyone try and take me over since that other world, and it was so wrong there. You're so right.

I’m working on the trusting good feelings thing. It’s hard after more than 20 years of being conditioned to expect the opposite. And I know how we push each other’s buttons. But you’ve been the only person, the only one who hasn’t run away no matter what I do or how hard I try to push you away. You’re my constant, Max. I don’t want to fuck this up. I can’t lose you.

I’ll bring some stuff the next time I come over. Waking up to you in the morning sounds amazing. But won’t people get suspicious? Like Izzy?

I can’t stop thinking about it either. I want you to feel what it’s like to be taken completely, to be claimed and feel it through this connection. I want to replace those memories of that fucking place. Show you how good it can be.

I know babe. That's why I'm fine with going slow. I'm not pushing you. Like I said. You get a drawer, and some space in the bathroom. I imagine you'll be at my place most the time, but that's fine. I don't want to wake without you. I can't lose you either, not now, not ever.

Izzy's going to figure it out through our bond. Our feelings are bound to leak eventually. She's gonna shove us in some mindscape and figure it out. When we are ready, we might as well tell her. Not right away, but sooner than later. I don't want her jumping in our brains. You know how she gets.

You are the only one I trust to do that. I wouldn't let another person touch me like that again, not ever. Now though, I trust you, only you. I want you that way. I wish it was the first time all over again, but i think it will be close enough. With you it all feels new again, like I never even knew how sex was supposed to feel. fuck.

That sounds doable to me.

Yeah, you’re right. She’s gonna lose it either way. I just want to keep you to myself for a little longer.

I promise I’ll take good care of you. I thought I knew what sex was, what it meant to be intimate with someone. Until you. Now no one else gets to touch you. Ever. Only me. I’m

We will figure it out with her. She knows that we aren't related, and she's gotta understand where we are coming from and be happy for us. She's got Kyle. We found each other. She can yell for a while, but she does love us.

I know you'll take the best care of me. I'll always take care of you too, Michael. Always. No one will ever touch me again. I swear it, and you know how loyal I am. You better look only ever at me now. Me alone. I don't care if Alex comes back. I know how you two are, but... Michael... I can't compete against him. I need you.

Everything is raw and rattling along that exposed wire of nerves and pathways, emotions completely exposed along the tether that's the hand print and the one that they share naturally as aliens that have grown up together. Not only that, but that natural sense of being part of an initial triad had grown until Michael and Isobel found their true third. It hurt Max more than he was able to express when he found himself on the outside, but they still all kept close and saved one another before any other and so he managed not to let it color his hope.

Max feels the cut on his mouth bleed again and laughs, shaking his head. Leave it to Michael. ] Sure, and you had all the control on your telekinesis, huh? I do believe that you were throwing things around the room. I have always blown things up when I'm emotional. It doesn't have anything to do with being horny. It's you.

[Max leans up and kisses over one of his many bite marks, so many of them criss cross Michael's body. He might feel embarassed about being so possessive, but he can't bring himself to worry or care much about it for the time being. He likes the way his marks look. ] You look good with my marks all over you.

I'll have to keep renewing them. Guess you'll have to come back for more. If you can handle it.

Yeah. You’re right. Again. You’re so annoying.

What do you mean you can’t compete with Alex? Who says it’s a competition? I don’t know when, or if Alex is coming back. And yeah, it messes me up every single time he leaves. I don’t think I’m good for him. I mess it up every time. I’m too damaged or something or maybe I was meant for something, someone else. And Max I’m only looking at you, only you. How can I look at anyone else?

Besides, you’re the one with a longer list of exes and I certainly can’t compete with any of them.

Michael, there's no competition between you and anyone else I ever dated. You outweigh them all. You are the only person I see, and the only one I'll ever see.

I don't know, I guess because you two almost got married. It's scary. It's not easy to be with a guy who knew the guy he was gonna marry for so long. Yeah, I guess it could be the same with Liz and I. She was so not the one for me though and I knew it for a long time. I'm too stubborn though.

I have 2 ex's. I slept around like you did.

First of all, I never said I had control over my telekinesis. Not when emotions are so intense anyway. Tonight uh-tonight took me off guard. I never expected-usually I have better control.

[It was honestly a little terrifying that Max could make him lose control like that but it was exciting too. Together they could explore parts of themselves they’ve kept hidden away for so long. The possessiveness didn’t bother Michael, if anything, it was even more of a turn on. He loved knowing Max wanted him that bad, that he didn’t want to share.

He inhales sharply when Max’s lips touch one of the many bite marks on his body. It burns and stings in the best way. He had more than a handprint to remind him of tonight and who he belongs to now.]

Mm…I can handle it. [He brings a hand up to Max head, tangling his fingers in his hair, those lips on his skin causing a shiver to run down his spine.] Besides, I can’t wait to see what you look like with my marks all over you. I plan to take my time on each one, really make you mine.

I get it. Alex and I have a lot of history. Good and bad. I thought we were soulmates. I know go ahead and laugh. But you’re not the only stubborn one. And there’s no one I have more history with than you. You’re my past, my present, and my future. I hope.

Damn. I guess I just assumed that because you’re such a catch and people are usually falling in love with you left and right that you had more exes.

Why would I laugh. I thought Liz and I were meant to be since gradeschool. You know that. Alright. As long as you keep reminding me, I'll keep reminding you and we will be together and nothing will come between us. Yes, I'm your future. Don't you doubt it.

A few people fell in love, like 2. Different people from the ones I dated. Maybe now you can be my number 3.

I love you Michael Guerin. In case I haven't told you a few times. It's always good to see it in writing.

You think I expected all this. Max lets out a shaky breath, and closes his eyes. The biggest power outage in the bedroom is fixed, but there are a few bulbs that will have to be replaced. Those things go pop, and nothing does them like being replaced. For now, Max looks around and calls blue fire to his fingertips to light nearby candles, nothing far away, he wouldn't chance a fire, even if they're probably both immune. Michael for sure. Max, probably given he's a clone, but he hasn't bothered to test that power out yet.]

There, mood lighting. Blue candlelight. Not many people can claim that. No one I know.

[He smooths his hand over the sweat and bits of splatter from their bodies that didn't get cleaned in the first wipe of a dead shirt, they should shower, or bathe, or dunk themselves in a river-- but max can't be bothered. He'd have to pull out, pull away, do something aside from being one with Michael and that is still too much for him.

The fingers in his hair make him shiver all over again, lighting up the mark on his side.] You amaze me, so gorgeous. I can't wait to have your mouth everywhere. Mark me, use your teeth, a knife, whatever you want. Scar me so that I'm yours, Michael. I will wear your mark forever.

You have a deal.

Ooh. Number 3. I’ve never been someone’s number 3 before. I feel special.

I love you too, Max. I hope you know that.

You're my number one, babe. Always.

I'm starting to believe it. I may have to pinch myself a few more times, and you may have to say it a few more times.

[Max’s new found powers still amaze him. He’s so confident, and beautiful, bathed in the blue light from his flames. It takes Michael’s breath away. Does he know how beautiful he is? Michael knows he’s not the first to notice or to fall for Max Evans. How can he not? There’s no one else like him. No one else even comes close.]

God, you are perfect, Max. You’ll wear my mark and if anyone ever sees it they’ll know you’re claimed, that you belong to me. And every time you see it when we’re apart, you’ll think of me. You’ll think of me marking you, you’ll think of me inside you, making you mine.

[His fingers tighten in Max’s hair, and he leans in for a kiss. He knows they need to get up eventually but he’s not ready to let Max go, to let the moment pass. Here, it was like they were in their own little bubble, just the two of them and for the first time in a long time, Michael felt at peace.]

[Is it a wonder that Max thinks so much the same about Michael? Laying there astride him, watching his face bathed in flickering light, knowing what a brilliant man he is, knowing how much he's done to save the lives of everyone he loves, all the obstacles he's overcome. He's come back from the worst of them-- he's stitched himself back together when he thought no one cared, not knowing that Max was there the whole time, watching, wishing. It was so hard when they stopped talking after the incident.

Kissing Michael fills him with warmth and every sense of home he thought he knew, but is finding out he had no clue about. This is home, this is love. This is everything bound into one single person, the one he will cling to and never let go of. ]

I hope they all see your mark, and know that I belong to you. Screw what people think. I want to shock the hell out of this fucking town. I want them all to know, Michael. I don't think I can hide this.

[Max moves his hips a little, and feels his body stir as he does, he kisses Michael on the neck, a wave of emotion so strong it's like a tsunami, a tidal wave breaking shore as it crashes through him and passes on to Michael. There's so much inside of him, and it's only beginning.] Fuck, I love you so much.

Haha. Better be.

I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it. I haven’t always been great at telling you or showing you for that matter. I’ll do better.

[The emotions pour through the handprint, this new tether like a dam breaking open. It steals the breath from his lungs and all he can do is tighten his hold on Max, pressing him impossibly closer as it washes over him. He’s not even sure anymore what’s his and what’s coming from Max or if it even matters. Was it always like this]

I love you too, Max. It may have taken us a long time to see it but we’re here now. [His voice is choked, thick with emotion. He feels unguarded and raw. He never saw this coming. Not for the first time, one night has once again changed the trajectory of his life. Now it was as if the timeline of his life was split into two parts; before tonight and after.

He tries to imagine having to hide this from everyone once the sun comes up and they are forced to leave this bubble. Having to pretend like everything was the way it used to be, like his entire world hasn’t shifted on its axis. Having to be in the same room and not touch. Hell, he’s afraid if he even looks at Max it’ll be written all over his face. The two of them wear their hearts on their sleeves it’s who they are and who they’ve always been. Everyone knew about him and Alex since high school and Michael thought he had been so good at keeping that hidden. He didn’t stand a chance.

He runs his hands absentmindedly down Max’s back, his sides, his hips, enjoying the freedom of being able to touch him like this, to learn his body in a new way.]

Mm…we could always just stay here and never leave.

We can both do better from here on out. I think we have plenty reason to now.

[It's true, they've never been good at hiding how they feel, even from one another, no matter how good they shielded shit. Now it's going to be written in their every touch, no matter how casual. Max doesn't want to keep it casual though, he wants to be able to run his hands along Michael, to wrap his arms around the other, to sit at the bar and kiss over a couple beers. Fuck did they screw the pooch, and complicate their lives.

Oh the fuck well.

He will love every axis that has shifted, and take life as it evolves, because loves like this don't just shimmy down any chimney. This wasn't gifted by Santa or any of his visiting elves, angels or gods inbetween. This is the realest shit he's ever felt, and their bond only makes it more alive.

Max laughs softly when Michael catches a ticklish spot on his hip, and one on his spine, there are even a few on his ass if Michael finds those as well. A soft touch on the right spot and his body arches and he laughs, it's amusing to hear Max giggle a lot like a woman. Sensitive to a lot of things, he works with the only recourse he has, and that's the fact that he is still inside of Michael.

He pushes his cock in deeper, and even if it's only half-hard, he moves back and shoves again, and once more. Don't fuck with tickling. Max bites at Michael's neck. ]

We don't have to leave anytime soon, do we? Course we could use a bed .. but that would mean I might have to stop... [and he rocks into Michael again, wondering if it's working with a grin on his face...]

Oh, is Max Evans ticklish? [He laughs teasingly. He had no idea Max was so sensitive. He wanted to learn every single spot that made this man giggle like that just so he can hear it again, and every spot and touch that makes his breath hitch, makes him moan.

Michael’s laughter and teasing is cut short when Max rocks his hips, shoving his cock deeper inside. Michael is sensitive and sore from just a little while ago but he still tightens around Max.] Fuck, Max-

[He breathes out in a shaky exhale and bites his lip to keep from whining. Even half-hard, Max feels so fucking good inside of him. Max’s teeth on his neck has his own cock stirring, half-hard between them. The bed sounds really tempting but he’s not sure they can stop touching each other long enough to get there.]

Ooh, you are such an ass. [He groans, grinning as he ghosts his fingers over the same spot on Max’s hip, the one that made him giggle and squirm.]

[The same spot that made him giggle and squirm a second ago sends out a different sensation now, one that flays his skin in goosebumps and still makes him arch against Michael, but the sound that comes out is more a soft groan than a giggle. He moves slowly inside Michael this time, what had been a pounding of hips last time is laborious and slow this time. Max uses the tip of his tongue to draw a lazy path from neck, to chin and along Michael's lips, flicking against them teasingly.]

I am an ass, and you love it.

[He doesn't stop moving, only takes his time letting Michael get adjusted to him once more as he grows within his lover. It's the most amazing feeling the revolving emotions, sensations between the pair muscled along and amplified a hundred fold by the hand print. Now his hands are back on Michael, caressing gently and lavishing affection over the spots they'd taken so darkly earlier. ] I need you like I need to breathe. I'll never stop needing you...

I do love it. I love you…[Feeling Max grow and swell inside of him is overwhelming. His breath hitches as Max moves his hips slowly, sensually. The slow drag of his cock inside of him has Michael arching into him, hips rolling in time to meet him at every languid thrust.

His hands travel from his lover’s hips to his -honestly unfairly perfect- ass. He squeezes and pulls Max even closer.]

You feel so good. You’re so beautiful, baby. I need you so bad it hurts.

[He pushes up to kiss the other alien, sliding his tongue between his lips, desperate to be connected everywhere he can. As their bodies swell and move together, their emotions ebb and flow through the tether, amplifying every touch, every sensation until Michael is panting, open mouthed into the kiss.]

[It is painful. A love this strong is like a thousand nettle stings all to the heart, or deep within the stomach that's all tied in never-ceasing knots. Max doesn't know if it's supposed to be this way or not, but it's the best pain he's felt in his entire life. Who knew that pain so intense he could hardly breathe could feel like he was walking on water.

It was all paradoxical, being with Michael, being in love like this. It had to have been written in the stars, the ones where they came from long before either he or michael were ever made. Laying like this, loving like this, max too is panting as he brings his mouth to Michael's offering open mouthed kisses, tongues meeting outside, licking and swiping at one another as their bodies rock in smooth motion. It's something that the alien has never, ever done with another person-- he's never made love like this before, never had it feel like this to this extent, not even with liz.

Rolling, he pulls Michael on top of him and lets him control the pace for a little while so he can look up at the gorgeous body he's pumping into. He runs his hands up along michael's stomach and torso, flicking his fingers over and around the other's nipples. Everything is still slow and sensual as he watches the most gorgeous man he's ever laid eyes on fuck him. ] jesus fuck michael You are so gorgeous like this. I've never seen you more undone, and you've never been so ... breathtaking.

[Max is right. He’s never felt this undone before, so completely lost in someone else like this. Michael hadn’t made love, not like this before. This was all consuming, like storm clouds rolling across the desert sky. Michael fucked. He had drunken fumbles or hurried sex mostly. It took years before Alex would even stay and not run out the door after. He has been told more than once, he isn’t the kind of guy you took home to meet your mom. No one has ever looked at him the way Max is looking him now, like he is the most important thing in the universe, and he’s never seen anything like him before. Like all that matters is this, the two of them right now and the way their bodies fit so perfectly together.

It’s enough to make his chest tighten with emotion as he watches Max with hooded eyes. Max’s strong hands on his chest, his nipples, sends a shockwave of pleasure rippling through him as he rolls his hips, meeting his every thrust.]

Max [The name is a breathless moan falling from his lips every time Max’s cock hits just right. Michael is too far gone to say much else as he dips his head to lick into Max’s mouth again before traveling to his neck, licking and nipping at the soft flesh.] god, I love you.

Edited 2023-03-30 02:21 (UTC)

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