[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.