You may have been the asshole, but I never forgot how we were as kids, and what we did together to save izzy.

[They had needed each other then, and maybe things were never the same after Noah used Isobel to kill, but Max would never forget what they had. That's what being the quote responsible brother was all about. Michael took all the shit because that's what he had been set up to do. It was Max's job to fix it down the line. Now look at them. They both had their own darkness inside them. Max a clone, Michael the son.

Only they understood the depth of anger, darkness and solitude really that being attached to the dictator in that way represented. Sharing everything now felt more natural than anything else.

Still not even thinking about what he's doing because of how comfortable he is, and how the alcohol has warmed him. The bond between them is so tight, and so max turns his hand to run blunt nails along the base of Michael's back, and then pushes the pads of his fingers along where he ran. He also opens his legs slightly so that their thighs touch now, and the heat of their bodies mingle.

There's a grin and he can't help himself as he reaches over and tugs at one of Michael's curls, holding it back for a few seconds. ] You mean like that?

[He releases it, and lays his head back on the couch and stares up, surprised that the world isn't spinning yet. They've been doing the shots far enough apart that his body is handling the human spirits pretty well, amazingly.]

I agree, being wanted is pretty hot. My turn ons are my neck, and my nipples. So fucking sensitive. Someone gets to kissing those spots and I'm instantly hard. That or pulling on my nipples. That's why I pierced them. Sometimes even my shirt would... [He laughs.]

Now you get to ask the next question. You haven't asked one in a while.