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So much better than never have I ever...

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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[Never having anyone pull at his hair with that intensity, Max feels the influx of pain and it burns through him as Michael's fire rages inside him. It's suddenly the straw that collapses the strong tower and Max lets loose a long moan as he's pulled up to Michael's mouth once more. The blood that flows between him is only sugar to coat the blinding strings and cables that tie them together, molding and typing a charging station of electric sensations that spin between both of them as pleasure so fine and intense that Max doesn't even know which one of them is feeling it any longer.

Reaching down, Max knows it's beyond time. His cock is throbbing, jerking in Michael's hand, bleeding with the joy of his pleasure and melting down the side of his rigid erection. There's no lack of pre for Michael to collect on his finger. Max wraps his hand around Michael's and strokes a few times, letting them both experience the spikes within their mind and body. It's unnearving how the circle of emotion and pleasure ties them so impossibly close, one within the other. ]

It's time. God, it's time.

[Taking his cock from Michael, he lays the other under him, and pushes one of Michael's legs up so that he can press inside. Naturally he'd take his time, but they've taken so long already. Max knows that he's not small, but it doesn't matter. He pushes straight in and with a cry of Michael's name, silenced only when he bites his lover on the neck, holding tight until he's perfectly filled the other does he stop.

Pulling back a little, he looks at the other alien, finds that connection in his eyes, knowing that they both felt the biting pain of being entered and the absolute intoxication of taking someone over in that first moment. It's like nothing else to know that joy of being taken and be the one doing the taking. Strength, domination and being able to let go all at once. Max has only shared this with one other person. ]

Feel that, Jesus Michael. Only you now. Only you.

[He moves over to kiss the man he knows will be the one he's with unto death, the one who will be the last one he ever wants to kiss and begins a driving pace. The couch rattles with the force of him, and it's like he's a mad man, needing to imprint on Michael. He finds places his teeth haven't taken, and bites over those spots, offering up his skin to be marked as well, letting it be well known in his mind that he wants to be as possessed as he is taking over Michael. ]

[The embers inside him only grow in intensity, stoked to life by Max’s touch until they’re a raging fire that burns through them both leaving nothing but ashes in their wake. The emotions and feelings flowing through their new connection are intense, crackling and charged like a live wire and Michael isn’t sure what is his and what is Max’s anymore.

He gasps when Max pushes into him, his muscles spasming and clenching around him until he’s seated fully inside, filling him completely. Max isn’t small by any means and the burn and stretch is so fucking sweet, Michael finds himself lost in it for a moment. Looking into the other alien’s eyes, he sees their connection mirrored back to him. He can tell Max feels it too. It’s like everything falling into place at once, like pieces of alien tech that were made to fit together just like this. This is what they’ve been waiting for, searching for all this time and Michael knows he won’t find it anywhere else. It was right here the whole fucking time.]

Max [He sighs and that one word is like a prayer, reverential and in awe. His hands move down to his lover’s sides, calloused fingers from years of manual labor curling against his ribs, holding him.]

You feel so good. So fucking good, Max. Fuck me. I’m yours. Only yours.

[His legs tighten around Max’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer as Max drives into him again and again, relentless and possessed. Max’s name falls from his lips over and over in desperate moans every time Max hits that sweet bundle of nerves until Michael is trembling and tensing, hands moving to Max’s back. He can feel the muscles move and shift under his hands, sweat beading along his skin and he scratches his fingernails down his back, digging in sharply as he rocks his hips to meet Max’s thrusts.]

[It really is like the pieces of tech that formed from one world to the next only finally finding one another after all this time, glowing across the gap of intergalactic planes when finally put together at the right place and time with the right people. Max and Michael are those people, and now that they've found one another, and have been marked, they glow together. Red, blue, white, it's the colors of their people all in one, fleshed out on the fabric of an old couch.

So many prophesies were told and born, each telling about a savior, well -- this savior needed to be saved himself. He had been lost for so long and felt the pain of that loss so deeply that he almost doomed the world because he wasn't strong enough to take his powers. If he'd found this sooner, there would have been no doubting. This was strength. Michael was his power, his strength, his backbone.

Fuck, this feels like the world is spinning and collapsing in on itself inside of him as he takes himself and is taken. He can feel the pressure of his body alighting against Michael's prostate, and the deep dark knowledge of how Michael's muscles tighten and wring against his cock as he bangs and thrusts into the other alien's body over and over. Sweat forms and slicks the muscles that Michael clings to, making it harder for him to gain purchase, offering him greater marks to make.

It's what max loves. He loves the furrowed lines down his back, the pain as it burns with pleasure. He lets the electricity form along their skin, running static that crackles now and then as tiny pricks against their sweaty bodies. The control begins to wane as the pleasure grows higher. It's near impossible to keep up this desperate pace for longer than twenty minutes or so, but Max tries. He wants to keep himself buried inside Michael forever, holding onto this sensation, this circular form of pleasure--

But then he's drowning, and his body is coming without warning, hot come flows up inside the other, filling him and overfilling him, rattling his body as he cries out Michael's name. Max quickly reaches down and begins to work at Michael, if he hadn't done the job by banging out his prostate, then he will continue to push beyond his orgasm, working semi-hard, through the over-stimulation, moaning, with every thrust, face buried against Michael's shoulder, jerking him off with a new labor of love.] Oh god baby, Michael. fuck, you .. oh jesus. I came so hard. over and over. can you feel it, my body still...

[The sensation of Max’s orgasm takes them both by surprise. Michael can feel him coming inside of him, claiming him and filling him with his orgasm and Michael tightens around him, greedy for it all. The handprint on his chest glows and pulses as Max’s pleasure shoots through him, tangling with his own. It’s dizzying and all consuming, better than anything he’s ever felt in his life.

All Max has to do is touch him and Max’s name is falling from his lips in a strangled cry as he falls hard and fast over the edge. His fingers grip the other man’s sides hard enough to bruise, desperately holding on as if Max was a lifeline, his savior, and the only thing keeping him from drowning as he comes harder than he ever has, painting both of their chests and stomachs in long, hot spurts.]

Fuck, Max, can you feel it? Through the connection, the handprint? Christ…

[His body trembles with the force of it, stomach fluttering and legs tensing as he rides it out. Letting go of
the alien’s side with one hand, he grabs the back of Max’s head, fingers tangling in that dark hair so he can tug his head back. He surges forward and claims Max’s mouth with his own, lost in the high of both their feelings and the most intense orgasm of his life.]

[The thing he hadn't prepared Michael for was the fact that this thing was cyclical. It would take your orgasm, intensify it, pass it on to the other person until they came, and then you'd feel them come, and it would drag that out in a cycle that had them cumming harder than ever before because they not only felt you, but their own orgasm. Then if it was brilliant, it could sometimes even make Max come again. It had done so before when he wasn't paying attention. This time it gave him a break. He breathed out and came down from Michael's orgasm, covered in his come.

He ran his hands through it, and smiled, bringing it up to his mouth to lick at it like a happy little cat. ] Fuck man, you're so good. You taste good, you orgasm good. You... I love you Michael, and not like before. That's what my handprint means when I love you. I've only done that with Liz, the once when we were together right after falling in love. It was nothing like this, though, nothing like you. You know that this is it. You are it for me..

We were meant to be. [Max can't move, can't let himself release Michael from the hold of his body just yet. He needs to stay here, to be as one as they continue to kiss, and as little aftershocks wave across them. Max glances around and things are broken and knocked over. It looks a lot like a windstorm and lightning storm hit the place.] We also need to get sturdier furniture for this place, and um, sorry about all the broken power. I'll fix it.

[He nips and licks over michael's very kiss swollen lips]

[Relief floods through him as he listens to Max. He wasn’t sure what to expect after everything they had done, all the lines they had crossed tonight. a tiny, dark part of himself, the part that still crept up from time to time, thought that Max would realize what had happened and would hate Michael. And now that Michael knew what it was like to have him, he wasn’t sure he could survive without him.]

Max, I’ve never felt anything like this before. This connection…it’s incredible. It’s like I’ve been searching for this my entire life and you were right here. [He’s still breathless, coming down from the intensity of what they just shared and his chest tightens with emotion. He feels raw, exposed after the high of so many emotions and feelings he never thought he would ever feel, let alone with this man on top of him.

Max is still holding on tight so he lets himself enjoy the moment His hands roam over Max’s sweat slicked back, fingertips tracing reverently over the raised welts his nails left and he licks into Max’s mouth. He can get lost in this so easily, in the heat of the other alien’s body pressed against his, in the exquisite slide of their tongues and the way kissing Max sets his nerve endings ablaze as he licks the taste of himself off Max’s tongue.

He exhales shakily when they finally come up for air and he tears his eyes away from Max to see what he was talking about. The room, what he could see anyway, looks like a desert windstorm had blown through. Michael can’t help but laugh. They’ve made their fair share of messes with all the fighting over the years, why would fucking be any different?]

Oh, you’re definitely fixing the power. [He nips playfully at the cut on Max’s lip that he had made earlier, caught up in the heat and passion of the moment.]

I thought you were done with blowing fuses when you’re horny?

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.

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.

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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

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[If Max had a mother, a real fucking mother, the first thing he'd do in the morning would bring Michael home to meet her. As it is, all he knows is that as much as it's gonna hurt and suck doing, they can't keep this from isobel. It's too strong, too perfect and there's way too much love to hide. Why hide when they are meant to be like this. It's not like she won't be able to feel it, she will feel every tiny little thread that ties them together. Hell, she can probably even feel the knots and the ripples of what's going on even now.

They're lucky her emotions are butting into what's going on between them, wondering what the hell. All Max can figure is that this is the pinnacle experience in his life, the one that every other lead up to. Every difficulty, every death, every heartache and fight that he fought was so that they'd find one another like this now.

At any other time in their life, they wouldn't have been ready for this. Neither of them would have been strong enough to handle it, emotionally ready for the way it would rock their world to finally fall apart with the most perfect person, the one that had been beside them the whole time.

Reaching forward, Max begins to stroke at Michael as his hips slowly begin take a slightly quicker pace. No matter how much he'd like to take the entire thing nice and slow there comes a certain point where it's harder to hold back, especially when Michael sits over him like a greek god come to life.

Fingers grip at pointed hips, and Max groans turning his head into the kiss. ] oh my god, Michael. I'm gonna come soon. So soon. You're so tight and good. I love you so much. so fucking... oh god. fuck.

[The man underneath him was perfection. He was a savior, the chosen one, a god among men. Michael has always known Max was special, that he was meant for great things, different from the rest of them, but tonight, right now, with Max falling apart so beautifully under him, he didn’t feel worthy. How could he be so lucky to have found this? That someone like Max loves him back? He would spend the rest of his life if he had to becoming worthy of a love like this. In that he was absolutely certain.

Max’s groan is swallowed in the kiss as Michael picks up his pace in time with Max’s hips. He’s so far gone all it takes is a couple strokes and hearing his name fall broken from his lover’s mouth and he’s crying out as his orgasm hits him like a freight train without warning, spilling over Max’s chest and stomach for the second time that evening.]

Fuck-come for me, baby. I need you. I need to feel you. Please. [He leans in, breathless, forehead pressed against Max’s. His body is trembling through aftershocks but he doesn’t slow down, rocking his hips, meeting Max at every thrust, feeling him throb and swell inside of him.]

[There's no savior here, just a guy from Roswell. He's only ever been just a guy from Roswell, and he knows it. Maybe he did something good for a world that he was born in, but so did Michael, so did everyone else that he was working with. Hell, Liz and Kyle saved his fucking life. If they hadn't done that, then he wouldn't even be here to be a freaking Savior or whatever. Max knew that whatever his life was worth, Michael's was worth every bit as much.

He knew that the hands that moved over his body, and the mouth that covered his were ones that were currently saving him. That Max himself would be nothing in a space of time if they didn't have this man to cover him, to lick into his mouth, to look at him with those eyes. Max can already feel his orgasm before Michael begins to speak.

The second Michael hits his peak, and those muscles begin to contract around max, squeezing him, constricting and releasing over and over, Max can't help himself. He cries out Michael's name right in the middle of him begging and thrusts up hard several times, pouring out hot white spurts of cum deep into Michael's body, filling him in a way that Max has never done anyone before. When finally it's finished, he drops his body back to the bed and pulls Michael down to him, uncaring about the mess.

He's numb and alive all at once, he shivers and exhales deeply.] Fuck. Michael. That was. You are. God. I love you so much. Don't ever leave me.

I mean with this kind of treatment? I’m not going anywhere. [He laughs, breathless, tangling his legs with Max’s. He was still coming down from the high of his last orgasm which was somehow even more intense than the first. He feels warm and tingly, like the electric static lingering in the air after a lightening storm and his limbs feel heavy as he cuddles close to the man under him.

He jokes with Max but that’s his default when things are intense. He has never made love like that before, ever, and it leaves him feeling raw and vulnerable, his chest a little too tight. What they shared, he knows, is once in a lifetime-fucking written in the stars- kind of stuff. It was terrifying. But this was Max. The same Max Michael had spent years pushing away and fighting and the same Max he has tried to protect in his own way all their lives. Michael knows he’s not running from this and if he ever tries he hopes Max’s stubborn ass doesn’t let him as always. But he owes this man more than a joke.]

I have never been able to leave you. Even when things got really fucked up here for me when we were younger… [He places his hand on Max’s chest, over the same spot where Max’s handprint marked his own and ducks his head to avert his eyes. Talking about the past wasn’t easy, even after everything they’ve been through.] I stayed for you.

[Asking Michael to stay-- It was a strange thing to say at best while they were still joined and had just had the most impressive orgasms of their lives. It only went to show the scars that they both wore. They had both had people they love leave them, hurt them in the deepest ways and Max was terrified to open himself up to this deep of a love again. this deep, like he'd ever found anything that compared. This was beyond anything he'd found in Duplicity and that had been beyond what he'd always considered his greatest love with Liz.

Max smiles at Michael's laughter, but turns in towards his beloved and clings tightly. He nuzzles against the other male's neck, leaving soft, pliant kisses, delicate touches through his exhaustion. Max can barely see, barely move and yet he can hardly think to pull himself away, to part from Michael even though they both desperately need to bathe, and while he knows they don't ever get sick-- he still wants to clean up the wounds he made on Michael.

Feeling Michael's hand on his heart, Max opens his eyes, not even realizing that he'd closed them. He reaches in and closes his hand over the one upon his heart -- thank god it still beats in there.] I know you did.. [He admits softly, bringing their hands up to kiss at michael's] I could never thank you enough. I always tried to protect you, to do my best ... I became a cop so that I could legally get rid of people like the ones that hurt you, and so I could watch over you. You know that's why I did it, right? I did it all for you. You were my reason all these years, Michael. Then, then I find out how much you did for me in return. what you did for me in the children's home...

[Max starts to cry, and curls up into Michael. He could never thank Michael enough. Max wouldn't have made it on his own, and somehow Michael understood that. he took the fall for Max, and let himself be put out, beat up, pressed up until he became the strong man he was today. All these years later-- they were always at one another because Max could never forgive himself for always letting Michael take the fall, in childhood, or as a teenager. Both times. He cried harder, and held on tighter. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve for Michael to love him like this, but god he could never let it go either.] I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, but god. I love you. I've always loved you. It's always been you and I knew it on some level. I've always needed you. I'll always need you.

Hey- [Seeing Max cry, hearing those words, it broke his heart. Michael had known, deep down that Max couldn’t forgive himself for what happened, for how things ended up. That was Max. He was selfless and unforgivingly hard on himself. The guy literally died to try to fix the past for the person he loved. But Michael couldn’t start thinking about that or he was going to spiral.

He felt so guilty for fighting Max tooth and nail all these years, for making his life hell. They had been punishing each other for so long…and now he can see how it tears him up inside still. The weight of the world on his shoulders always. At the end of the day Michael made his decisions and he would do it all again to protect the people he loves. It wasn’t Max’s fault and he hates himself for blaming him for so long. When you grow up a scared, lonely kid fighting to survive it’s hard to let that go.]

Max, it’s ok. Don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. I love you. Always. [There was so much pain in their past, so much hurt but there was so much good. He gives Max a squeeze, feeling his own eyes burn with the threat of tears and he tries not very successfully to blink them away.]

Look at me. [He nudges Max gently, waiting for him to look up and meet his eyes. When he finally does, Michael holds Max’s chin with gentle fingers and leans in to press his lips to the tears on Max’s cheeks, right and then left before kissing him softly on the mouth.]

You, Max Evans, have always been there for me even when I was difficult to love. We’re even ok? You don’t need to thank me. This right here? Us? This is everything. There is no me without you.

I don't ever want to live in a world without you. I don't know how to live without you. All those years you spent trying to get home. I was always so scared that you would. Terrified. I was terrified to become myself, terrified to ever leave roswell, this place that kept us safe for so long, that kept us together.

[Clinging to Michael, Max gazed across into those loving eyes that held tears of their own and had no clue where all this was coming from, and why now of all times, but he knew deep down they were all his fears, all the things he never said before. The ones that he held so tightly, because if he ever gave them voice he was sure Michael would leave him.

Max spoke them now because he needed to know for sure that they were together, bound by so much more than the fact that they were from the same planet, and that they were connected to the same evil man -- each a part of him in one way or another.

Maybe they weren't quite equal, but Max believed Michael when he said that he loved him. He could feel it in the bond between them. Thank the alien stars for that, because without it, Max might have doubted, but it was irrefutable proof of the love, the binding irrefutable, devistating proof that they were maddingly, deeply in love with one another. They were bound so tightly that even the handprint wasn't sure at times where one started and the other left off, the feelings were so intense.]

There is no me without you either. I begin where you end, and end where you begin. You are the yang to my yin Michael. We are eternal, okay. I'm scared, but I do believe you. Just keep holding on to me and never let go. I promise I'll never let go of you. Never ever.

[Max pressed himself so tightly against Michael that he wasn't sure there was even room for them to breathe, but it didn't matter. He wanted to feel every inch of their bodies together, nestled perfectly as they were born to fit. He ran his fingers up into the amazing set of ringlets that managed to sit so beautifully across the couch, even though they had made a mess of everything twice. It felt amazing to know that this was all his now.]

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