So much better than never have I ever...

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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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[revolvings]

[It's pretty understandable if Max has thrown Michael for several loops. There was a part of his life that he hadn't told his brother about at all, and here they were getting fucked up together while opening up about sex, something they had never done together.

They had both shipped off the lives that they were sure they were gonna live, and the ground was completely rocky. Max lets out a breath and smiles softly, knowing he set his brother a little on edge with his reaction. He just leans against Michael, taking another shot all by himself as well. It's good to be getting drunk with or without the need to.

Tipping his head up, he can see the outline of Michael's chin, it's nice and strong, something that Max never really thought about before.]

The last dirty dream. Yeah, Hey mike. Listen, this is going to sound really fucking crazy, but we're aliens if anything is crazy, it's happened to us. When Liz and I split, something else happened to me man. Like, really something massive. [He actually takes Michael's hand and pushes his fingers through it, because this takes something from him. The time he spent in Duplicity, is time he wants more than anything to forget. It fucked him up, and for the most part he does forget it, but all this sex talk, it revolves around it all. ]

I - I was gone for a few months that no one knew about. There was this place that like ... they like took me, kidnapped me. It was all about sex, being dominant and submissive. You had to have sex to survive there, man. It's why I've got all these stories, why I was hurt, I - the guy I was with there, it was another version of Kyle. That's why I know who I'd pick. He was really different though, dating some vampire. Don't get weird on me. Please, Michael. You're the only one in my life who I've told this to.

[he squeezes his brother's fingers and holds them tight, looking up at his brother with almost panic in his eyes.] My last sex dream was of that place. A guy I was with. He was the one that did my piercings. I dreamed of him. Don't tell anyone. I got one hell of a blow job, okay? He was really good at them. Nothing like a guy to give a great blow job. Once you've had a guy do it, you can never go back to a woman again.

[cosmiccowboy]

[The sudden flash of anger that pours through him, causing some glasses in the kitchen to rattle and fall off their shelves, isn’t a surprise. Michael has always been protective of his family no matter what was happening between them and his fingers tighten around Max’s as he tenses against him. But listening to Max talk, he feels a lot of emotions. Anger of course, he wanted to kill the bastard that did this to him. Hurt that Max never told him and guilt. Mostly an overwhelming guilt that sucked the air from his lungs. How could he not know something happened? That something was so very wrong? He had been so wrapped up in his own bullshit once again that he didn’t even know Max had been fucking kidnapped.
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Hearing Max plead, the fear in his voice is enough to bring him out of his pity party. For now. He tears his eyes away from their joined hands to Max’s face and his heart breaks. He tries not to let it show on his face but he’s never been good at hiding especially from his brother.]

Max, I had no idea. What happened to the bastard? I’m going to fucking kill him. I don’t care if I have to go there myself. Fuck.

[He can feel his anger rising again and he pulls away to stand up.]

How could I not know? I was so fucking wrapped up in my bullshit. I should have been there for you.

[He starts pacing, running a hand through his unruly curls, trying to calm down.]

We don’t have to play this game anymore, Max. It must be bringing up horrible shit. Fuck. I’m sorry.

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[There's this small part of Max that should have expected this, known this could have happened but the freedom of the game, the buzz of the alcohol in his veins shorted out his better judgement and the reasoning behind why he'd never mentioned it to a soul beyond this.

It was his burden, his cross to bear. It'd made him wiser and more accepting of so many things. When he returned, Max had actually forgotten his time after a brief period of depression. Once Liz moved back into his life, and they became so busy trying to rid themselves of the constant array of forces trying to kill them. It wasn't important any longer.

Kyle became Kyle again, even the name of his other sub-- what was it now. Caleb? He'd nearly forgotten it. It was only watching the forces move around him that reminded him of his brother's anger. Sighing, Max got up.]

Michael! Listen to me. [He took to his brother's side and pressed his hand against his chest. Luckily he didn't push what he was feeling, and mark his brother. That would have given them too close of a bond with their emotions this heightened.] Michael. Listen to me. You can't just go there. No one knows how, and it's over. It's been over.. they are experiences. Not all bad. I was a dominant. I had a nice house, and submissives. [a short laugh]

You were there michael, a version of you. I don't know how it works. One that didn't know what I knew, you were from my past, and you were who I mostly lived with, except when you were dating this other vampire, who pretty much hated me. He thought I was irresponsible. You thought I was too.

[Rolling his eyes, Max could admit now that being free of Liz, and trying new things did make him emotionally vulnerable in ways he hadn't been. He'd done things he might not have, but now he was doing his best to make up for it all.] Come back and sit on the couch with me. Drink with me. This game isn't bad. I'm learning about you, I want to know. I want you to know about me... Come on.

[cosmiccowboy]

[The hand on his chest and Max’s presence at his side was grounding. His brother had the ability to bring him back down in a way very few people in his life ever did. Michael was still angry. Furious that someone did this to Max. That he was forced into horrible situations, his life turned upside down again. He had already been through so much. But this wasn’t about Michael. This was about Max. He had to put that aside, for now, and be there for him. Despite multiple attempts, they didn’t have the power to change the past. They just had to move forward.

After a shaky exhale, he places his hand over Max’s where it rests firmly on his chest and squeezes.]

Okay. But Max, I’m here for you if you need someone. Even if you don’t want to talk about it.

Come on. We’re taking a shot for your blowjob comment because I agree with you there. Why do you think I got one blowjob from a guy and it changed my life?

[He flashes Max a small smile, trying to let him know they were okay as he leads him to the couch and collapses back onto the cushions. He fills up two glasses and passes one over with the salt and limes.]

Go ahead ask me one.

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[With the reassurance from his brother, he feels a lot safer than he has in a long time. It meant a lot to finally share that secret with someone, and for Michael to let Max know he was a safe space, was a damn fine thing.]

You know, Michal. All those times I threw your ass in jail and got mad. I wasn't really all that pissed. I had to be firm, to be a tough ass, cause I knew you needed it, but I've always been so fucking proud of you. You've always been the one I trusted most. Like now. Thanks for this, really. man.

[He toasts the shot, and then settles back, doing something for comfort that he doesn't think about because it's something he's been doing to people he cares for a long time. When he gets close to someone, and starts to feel this overwhelming sense of... whatever, he turns and slips a hand low along Michael's waist, touching the skin barely beneath his shirt, only just to touch skin. It's a comforting thing-- knowing someone's skin is there for you. That's all it is. Really]

Alright, tell me... [He has to grab the magazine with the other hand now, and look it over with a grin.] tell me... What's a guaranteed way to turn you on?

[cosmiccowboy]

Thanks. That’s-uh-that means a lot to me. I know I needed the tough love. I still do sometimes and you were the only one who even bothered giving it to me. Even when I was such an asshole to you.

[There was a sense of familiarity to being around Max that Michael found comforting. In the seemingly endless maelstrom of his life, Max was a constant. Even after all the times Michael tried to push him away. He was still here.

He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol or Max sharing something he hasn’t told anyone that has Michael feeling protective but there’s less space between them on the couch now. He can feel the heat coming off Max’s body, their thighs barely touching. Michael just wants Max to know he’s there. He’s not alone. ]

Guaranteed huh? Other than the stuff we’ve already talked about?

[His stomach flutters at the the touch of Max’s fingertips under the hem of his t-shirt but he doesn’t pull away.]

If I’m into someone it’s not that hard to turn me on. Like you said before. I’m a man with needs.

[He laughs softly, shaking his head.] I mean touching is a big one. I like when someone is handsy, when I can tell they really want me. There’s nothing sexier than knowing someone wants you that bad. You’re doing that to them. Fuck. It’s so good.

If we’re talking about techniques or something physical, getting my hair pulled. Almost guaranteed to work just like getting manhandled you know? It’s a turn on.

What about you?

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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.

[cosmiccowboy]

[If Michael’s breath hitches in his chest at the tug on his curls and the press of Max’s fingers on his back he won’t admit it. He swat’s Max’s hand away from his hair but he’s laughing. It’s been a while but it feels good to be close to someone.

He feels pleasantly buzzed but not drunk. He feels looser, like his edges are softening a bit and he can relax.

Oh, you’re such an ass. Yeah, something like that but rougher you know?

Oh yeah. The nipples are a definite turn on. Especially when someone uses their teeth. Forget it. I’m done for. But I never thought about how getting them pierced would affect that. Interesting. Did taking them out make them less sensitive or anything?

[If Max was trying to distract him to get an advantage in this little made up competition, it wasn’t working. Okay. Maybe it was working a little but Michael wasn’t so easily outdone.]

Maybe if you would stop distracting me. Give me the magazine.

Let’s see…I think we’re running out of the more exciting ones here. Do you prefer car sex or shower sex? And why?

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Please. This is not a distraction. I know how to distract, and I was going very gentle in the hair. I wasn't trying to give you a hard on, but maybe next time I should.

[There's a twist in his lips and the magnitude of reasons why that would be a terrible thing to do really kind of fall away in light of how Michael's skin feels so warm under his fingers, and how his body feels so familiar and hard, but good pressed against his own. There's a fuzziness in Max's brain and he knows that they are technically brothers, but never been related.

They protected one another, and what more did they need. Even studying him now, Max knows that he's always enjoyed the scruff across Michael's face and the awkward shape of it. Is it weird to be thinking this-- fuck. probably. He shakes his head, and stills his fingers, taking them back so he can take another shot.

Yep. A shot is where it's at. But he pauses...]

No, it didn't make them less sensitive. They were only thirty times more sensitive with the barbells in. Maybe I'll do one of yours for you some day. You'll love it.

[Max bites his lip, still not taking his shot yet.] That's easy, cars are super crowded, unless you got a blanket in the back of a pickup. Shower sex is nice if you've got a big enough shower. Blowjobs are awesome in the shower, someone on their knees in front of you...

[He opens his legs, and mocks holding someone's head down there, rolling his own around as he thinks about it. Damn, he could almost get hard from his imagination.] Fuck that shit is hot. How about you?

[cosmiccowboy]

Please, you wish you could give me a hard on. [Michael rolls his eyes fondly and leans into Max’s side, reaching over him to grab the shot glass out of his hand, throwing it back with ease.]

You owed me that for making me watch your depiction of getting a blowjob.

[He tosses the empty glass back to Max and hands him the bottle of tequila but not before taking a pull. Might as well cut out the middle man, especially if Max is going to be putting the image of blowjobs in the shower in his head. It made his throat run dry despite the tequila he just drank.]

Oh, shower sex, obviously. [He sits back, relaxing into the couch, thigh pressed firmly against Max’s and arm resting in his side.]

There’s almost nothing better after a long day. Getting on my knees in a hot shower, the weight of their cock in my mouth, in the back of my throat choking me along with the hot water and steam. Or fucking someone against the cold tiles. Fuck.

[He lifts his arm to drape it against the back of the couch, biting his bottom lip at the thought. Shit, just talking about it has him feeling warm.]

That was one of the perks to moving out of the airstream. That shower was so tight.

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Really bro? Challenge me? Fine. [There's a shrug of his shoulders like what he's about to do is no big deal. Max looks at Michael in a whole new way and his stomach clenches. He knows that this is so fucking forbidden, but his mind doesn't care anymore.

They've been teasing each other and talking about this shit all night, and Michael dared him. Max doesn't back down. Taking the salt, max moves and pushes his brother's shirt up, slipping down to his knees in front of Michael, he knows he could do a lot of other things, but this is simple-- and it falls within what they're doing right now.

With the precision of one who has done this so many fucking times, Max sends his tongue in a bold swipe over Michael's nipple, and then swirls it around the golden brown circle with a flourish. Sitting back with a smug look on his face, he takes the salt and sprinkles it all around the area then drops back to the nipple.

This time he curls his tongue over the entire thing with small cat-like licks before pulling the whole nipple in his mouth and biting down. Max's teeth close over the ring of nipple tightly, and pull back hard while his tongue flicks and plays with the tiny nub in the center. he does this for a while and then suddenly releases with a few more licks, and a long breath.

Finishing the act, the alien grabs the bottle of tequila, rather than a measely shot to mark the occasion, and drinks deep. He pauses, and then lifts his brow. Unfinished he thinks. Catching a lime between two fingers, Max marks Michael's lips with it so that he can lean in close one more time. His tongue exquisite in form, as it carefully tames the outside of Michael's lips, painting them in his glistening saliva. Then his mouth forms around a full bottom lip before sucking and biting at it, savoring every bit of flavor, yet pulling away and dropping it without so much as a real kiss. There. ]

Mmm, I love tequila. Don't you Michael? [He laughs softly, although his body is breathing roughly as he tries not to show exactly how much what he did affected him, or the press of a large cock tight and long in his jeans]

I can only imagine how much you like getting on your knees. I never knew what a bottom your were. I'm a switch, very much one, but i think you figured that out already. Being throat fucked does feel good once you figure it out. You've got a few years on me.

[Staring at Michael now, he licks his lips, lost in the thought of Michael on his knees with Max's cock down his throat. Shit. it's getting warm in here. Max wants it all now. He wants to get back between those legs and lick that beautiful ass, sop it up and make Michael beg, he wants the cock in his mouth, his ass, he wants it all. He wants a night of only them, doing all the things they never should do...Fuck, fuck, fuck.]

[cosmiccowboy]

[Whatever he was expecting to happen, this wasn’t it. He should have been prepared. They’ve been playing this game and taunting each other all night. But he wasn’t. Not even close. This line they were crossing. It felt forbidden, dangerous. They weren’t technically brothers but they were brothers to each other in all the ways that mattered. They had just begun making strides in repairing their relationship and here they were setting off a fucking nuclear bomb right in the middle of it.

The atmosphere in the room changes. It feels heavy and charged, an undercurrent of electricity humming through through the air. Michael squeezes his eyes shut as Max’s somehow stupidly expert tongue drags across his nipple. He tries to think of something else, anything-dead puppies, Sanders naked, Alex leaving with Deep Sky-to distract from the hot slide of Max’s tongue, the sweet burn from the salt and the ghosting of his breath sending shivers up his spine. But then Max is biting down and all desperate attempts to distract himself are gone. His eyes snap open and he inhales sharply, watching Max on his knees in front of him, his pink mouth wrapped around Michael’s nipple and he feels the pull of Max’s teeth all the way down to his cock. Shit.]

His fingers twitch with the urge to bury themselves in Max’s hair and hold him there. Get it the fuck together, Guerin. But then Max is pushing himself off his knees and leaning in. Michael is careful not to move, he doesn’t even breathe as Max licks the lime juice from his lips. It would be so easy to close the distance between them, to pull Max into his lap but the game they were playing was dangerous and Michael wasn’t sure he knew the rules anymore.

When Max pulls away, Michael grabs the bottle from him without a word and drinks deep. Hoping the burn of the alcohol would help clear his head.]

You bastard. [He’s proud that he manages to keep his voice mostly steady as he hands the bottle back to Max, and shifts in his seat, his cock is half hard already against his jeans and judging from the bulge in Max’s pants, Michael wasn’t the only one affected by that little display.

Now it’s his turn to look smug.]

How did that work out for you there, big guy?

[Staring at Max, he licks his lips, tongue darting out to taste Max mixed with the smooth taste of tequila. Suddenly, he wants to know what Max’s cock tastes like against the back of his throat, what it feels like hot and heady against his tongue. Fuck.

Nope. No. No.

He’s just horny. It’s been too long since he’s been with anyone. He can pull himself together and get himself off when Max leaves or falls asleep.]

And don’t get me wrong. I’m versatile. Happily. But sometimes you just need to get on your knees and have someone fuck your face you know? Or have someone take control and fuck you until it hurts.

[revolvings]

[If Max hadn't spent that time in Duplicity, the sheriff of old, straight laced, stand up man that he was would never have thought to, never in a million millennia would he dared dream to touch Michael, his brother not of blood but every way that mattered in the method that he did. Duplicity did cross his plate though, his palate as well. It yanked about new thoughts, feelings, and awakened darker leanings in his body that the clone of the dictator might do.

Is that who sits now at the head of the body who sits brooding darkly next to Michael, wondering over the feeling of his brother in his mouth, daring to dream what it might feel like to push his cock down his throat. Maybe it's a combination of them both. It's the man who came back broken. The one who tried to date a young upstart from another state, and found shards of glass in his heart falling even further apart because of it.

Could they both learn a thing or two from the other. They both kept falling away from every one who loved them. It was stupid. This was wrong. It was so wrong, and yet Max glanced over and found himself actually frowning when Michael wasn't completely hard. Fuck What had he done wrong. He knew that his tongue was naturally magic. It hadn't failed him before. With a sigh, he sat back and shrugged with at a slight loss. ]

I guess my tongue doesn't work as well as it used to. [He circled it around his red lips, wondering now how it would feel to have Michael in his lap with his mouth fused, and ground tightly against his own. What would it say if they were speaking through tongues, wet, tangled and tousled. ]

Fuck. It's been so long since I've had someone fuck me like that. I got to fuck like that not too long ago. I'm damn good at that. Put bruises everywhere too, marked my territory. When I fuck hard, and don't make love, I need to know that the person I'm fucking knows that they're mine for the night. My teeth, everywhere. My dick deep inside them, My tongue in their mouth, in their ass. My body is theirs, but theirs is mine. I'm probably too fucking possessive and obsessive for my own good, but then I want someone to do that back to me. I need that too. That's why I want a man. I need a man. You know? I love women, they're soft and wonderful to fuck, but when it comes down to it. Mmmn.

[cosmiccowboy]

[His body was buzzing pleasantly from the tequila and he takes another drink before placing the bottle on the coffee table. Sitting back he looks at Max, at the frown on his face. He can practically see the wheels turning as he tries to figure out what he did wrong.

If Max only knew how much mental gymnastics it took to not have a raging hard on right now he probably wouldn’t be feeling so put out but the two of them were nothing if not competitive.]

Aw, cheer up, pookie. Your tongue works just fine. Trust me. [He smirks at Max and reaches out to pat him on the cheek before grabbing Max’s hand and bringing it to his lap. He presses Max’s palm over his cock, letting him feel just how affected he is. Maybe it was wildly stupid but he had had enough tequila now to take the edge off his voice of reasoning and he could still feel Max’s mouth on him. It was hard not to wonder what else that mouth could do.]

I didn’t think you accepted defeat that easily, Evans. [He releases Max’s hand with a shrug.]

Hey, women are great. I wouldn’t say no but I get it. Ever since Alex…I don’t know, man. Maybe he ruined me a bit. There’s something about being with another man that just feels so fucking good. And possessive is hot. Shit, it’s been so long. I haven’t been with anyone since…well, it’s been a while.

[revolvings]

[Alcohol, and tequila in particular always was such a cruel and moody bitch. Naturally, Max would never have admitted defeat nor given up quite so easily, but it was his brother and he was trying to figure out if he actually should have done what he did in the first place.

Thank the goddess that Michael makes that decision so much easier for him. It still isn't as hard as he wanted it to be.]

But baby, You're not even all that hard. I figured with how you talked about those nipples of yours, you'd be ready to drill coal.

[This time he did what he was thinking and crawled over into Michael's lap, straddling him right there on the couch. He kept his hand where it was, and slowly slid it up and down. His voice had been sickly sweet, playfully as he spoke, teasing, even.

Sitting back some, he watched his brother as he talked, running his thumb up and down Michael's cock, making sure that by the time he let go, it was every bit as hard as his own. There's always one sure fire way to get a man hard, and it doesn't matter if it's cheating. It works.]

Really man? I thought you would have banged Alex when he was back. You two looked like you were back together again. I know he left, but I ... I don't know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought him up.

[Without even thinking Max reaches up and lightly runs his thumb over Michael's bottom lip, watching the way those intelligent, hooded eyes move as they think. That's something Max has always admired, loved about Michael. He's always thinking, his brain never stops. It's a burden to be smart, to never stop thinking, to never be able to shut it off. Max knows. He leans in slowly and pauses.] I love it when alcohol makes your lips numb. Are yours as numb as mine are?

Do you want me to find out for you?

[cosmiccowboy]

You don’t even want to know the things I had to think about to keep some semblance of control.

[He left control in the rearview before he had Max seated firmly in his lap with his hand rubbing him through the fabric of his pants. Fuck. If there was any doubt or hope of playing it off before, it was gone now. His cock throbbed against Max’s hand, his erection pressing incessantly against his jeans. Between the haze of the tequila and Max in his lap, it was getting increasingly difficult to stay focused on the conversation.]

I did. We-shit-we were together before he left. Again. But I haven’t. Not since.

[Without thinking, he wraps his lips around Max’s thumb, sucking on it and swirling his tongue over the tip before pulling off and exhaling shakily as he meets Max’s gaze.]

Go ahead and find out.

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[There's a modicum of control that Max calls home the majority of the time and he could pace back and forth in it if he wanted to. His brain lets him rest there right now. He's actually thinking through the haze of tequila when he stares at Michael and feels his heart flip in his chest at the touch of his tongue as it swirls across the ridges and waypoints of his fingerprint.

Michael could very well take every broken part of Max tonight and sweep it out the door with what they were about to do. Did he have the strength to recover from this. He let out a shaky breath and left every fuck behind when he closed his eyes and brought his lips to cover his brother's. Max's body pressed in much closer than it had been, anchoring upward so that his head angled down as he slipped his 'expert' tongue into Michael's mouth

It wasn't poison that he found there. It was softness, and an angel's mercy of sharp light. They tangled and slid, tasted and slicked across and over. Max's lips folded around and over, tugging and pulling, sucking and biting. He was so hungry and eager.] Michael...

[ The name was a gasp, a prayer, a whisper. He breathed it between their lips on a gasped breath before he rolled his entire body against the other alien's. The light around them went out, and for minutes they were in the dark, groping and tasting until he brought the power back. Blue light lined their bodies without hurting them, and Max didn't even notice.

He ripped off his shirt and threw it on the floor.] Yours too, Now. I need to touch you, now.. [He demanded, while his fingers fumbled at the edges, pulling it up with Michael's help, not even caring if they used hands or minds to do it with.]

[cosmiccowboy]

[If the electricity coursing through him was from Max or his own aching desire, he’s not sure. It doesn’t even matter. Hearing his name fall from Max’s lips in gasp has his cock throbbing against Max’s ass as he rolls his hips. It’s driving Michael fucking crazy.

He barely registers the lights going out, too caught up in the solid weight of Max’s body against his, the dizzying taste of him on his tongue. It was like Max was everywhere, overtaking all of his senses. It was disorienting. It was fucking exquisite.

He helps Max make quick work of his shirt and then his hands are on Max’s hips, fingers digging in to hold Max firmly in his lap.]

Fuck, Max. [He sighs almost reverently, taking in Max’s body. He’s seen Max shirtless countless times but not like this. He was fucking beautiful, the way his muscles moved and rippled under his skin, the bob of his adam’s apple when he swallows. Michael dips his head to press his lips to the tattoo on Max’s shoulder, tracing it with his tongue before moving across Max’s collarbone to his throat, nipping and sucking at the smooth skin along the way. His tongue darts out to taste the skin at the hollow at the base of his neck and he rolls his hips up to meet Max’s, groaning against his skin.]

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[It's such a wonder they've never done this before when they were both born out of the same mold, created broken and with hearts that never knew how to mend themselves because of the darkness that churned around their souls and soiled everyone else that got near them. Was this why they fought so very often, because they knew there was more between them and if they got too close...

Whatever it was, it was gone now and they'd taken a razor to that line between them, eating it up with the heat that burned like the fire Michael could create between their bodies.

No one had ever taken their tongue to Max's tattoo before, none of his tattoo's even and he could feel his cock ache as he watched his brother trace it with such reverence. It was one of the more erotic things he'd seen in his life. Taking his hands, Max traces the hard won muscles of Michael's body, born of hard work in the sun and heat, they take Max's breath away.

What is it about seeing Michael without his shirt on now that makes Max sit up and take true notice of the body that had been in front of him all this time. Michael's stomach is carved, and all Max wants to do is take his tongue to it, but he's sitting at the worst angle for it, so he drags his nails over the ridges of it, back and forth, dragging furrows into and along the pack of abs.] You're so beautiful.

[Then Michael takes him back and he's grinding their bodies together, pressing his ass down against Michael's cock, rubbing his own dick against his brother's stomach, while his neck is suckled at. He turns and licks across Michael's shoulder, biting at it seconds later, marking him painfully in pleasure. Then he does it again along his collarbone, and a little lower on his chest. Each and every time, Max takes a little blood, a little skin, and offers a little of his own soul in exchange. He's making Michael his physically, but offering himself in return.

Sliding down the couch to settle between Michael's legs, he begins to undo Michael's pants, but before he pulls them away, he presses his lips to the other male's cock while it's still clothed, breathing heat from his mouth against the fabric, scraping teeth against it, since he knows that it will only be pressure and not like a bite at all when it's against jeans. Sitting up a little higher, he swirls his tongue over the skin on Michael's stomach, and brings it deep in his mouth, sucking desperately so that he can taste Michael's blood again before he marks him with teeth and bruise. Once more making his brother his own.]

Mine. So fucking mine.

[cosmiccowboy]

[His whole life, Michael believed him and Max were just too different, too at odds, too damaged to ever bridge that gaping hole between them. He always wanted to be close and so he stayed but it still felt like they were miles apart. Not now. Not in this. They were like two comets that have suddenly collided after circling each other for years in the same gravitational pull. The force of their impact was so powerful and all consuming, it took Michael’s breath away. The damaged clone and the broken dictator’s son.

If only dear old dad could see him now with Max laying claim to Michael’s body, marking him hungrily and possessively as if he belonged to him alone.

Michael barely has time to mourn the closeness and solid weight of Max’s body in his lap before Max is on his knees in between Michael’s legs. The sight of Max on his knees alone is enough to have him aching painfully in his jeans. Watching Max with hooded eyes, he licks his lips and spreads his legs wider.

If Max had doubted his skills with his tongue earlier, he certainly shouldn’t now. Most of Michael’s experiences outside of Alex consisted of fumbling messy drunken sex behind bars, in bar bathrooms or the back of his truck. He’s not sure anyone has worshipped his body quite like this before, with hands and tongue and teeth until Michael is panting and arching desperately into Max’s touch, chasing the burning friction of his mouth.]

Take what’s yours, Max. Take it. Please.

[revolvings]

[If only the dictator could see what he'd wrought. This consuming passion he'd created within the two beings that meant the most and littlest to him all in the same breath-- the ones that also fought the hardest and most vehemently for his demise. Together they could braid their dark hearts together tonight in a way that would leave them as one so that no matter what happened in the future, no man nor alien could take this from them.

No doubt rested between the legs of Michael now, Max was sure of himself while he ran the scruff of his face along the soft tender skin of his brother's stomach. At the same time, he worked with deft fingers to pull open the button and zipper, sliding off Michael's pants, slowly pulling them down along the other's legs. He ran his mouth over and along the skin as it appeared, a pale gauzy freeway for his tongue to explore and worship.

Nothing on Michael deserved anything less than to be praised. Taking the skin on the inside of his thigh, closest to his sac, Max drank deeply and sank his teeth in with a dark ferocity. At the same time, he ran his knuckle up and down the proud cock that stood next to his nose. Offering a flavor of the pleasure yet to come.

A brief but purposeful lick followed, straight up the lined base of Michael's fine dick, all the way to the flat plane of the head. Max lapped over it, and then spun his tongue sideways and slid back through the slit in the middle, devouring the precum that filled and dripped down the side. The alien moaned as he slurped up the flavor of his brother's pleasure, pulling in his cheeks tight while he pulled down his brother's cock, knocking it once against the back of his throat.

Closing his eyes, Max slipped off, and pulled Michael lower on the couch, opening him wider as he nestled in closer and lower. His tongue drew itself even further down until it was ringing itself around muscles that twitched and moved against it. Max laved around Michael's entrance, begging circles until he could stand it no longer and breached across it, then delved inward, pushing inside the tiny hole that pressed against and tightened around him as he spat and salivated, lapping with wild abandon. ]

[cosmiccowboy]

Fuck-oh fuck [He moans, throwing his head back against the sofa, lost in the sensation of Max’s wet, hot tongue working him open with reckless abandon. It shouldn’t surprise him. Max threw himself fully into everything he did, he was selfless and determined so why would it be any different with sex.

Michael’s cock throbs desperately, leaking over his stomach and he knows if he touches himself now, with Max’s face buried between his thighs, that sinful tongue fucking him, he could cum just from this. So his hands grip the edge of the couch cushion, fingers digging into the fabric until his knuckles turn white.

He feels hot, burning under his skin, in his veins with power he is still just beginning to understand. There is a crash next to them as a table shakes and a lamp crashes to the floor.]

Shit- [He curses breathlessly, lifting his head to watch his brother, bottom lip pulled between his teeth to bite back another moan. Max looked like he was enjoying this as much as Michael was and Michael couldn’t tear his eyes away.]

[revolvings]

[There was one giant plus to going through that magazine together. Max knew far more of Michael's turn ons and secret desires now. Knowing that the other male loved to be edged to the brink of begging, held down, then brought right back gave Max his plan for the night. He would take tonight to send Michael to heights he hadn't found in a long time, and he would make sure that Michael would only have them with Max.

They both enjoyed being owned and possessed by another person. Tonight went far beyond taking a small piece of one another. It broke through huge chunks of armor and pierced Max in the deepest recesses of his soul. He had no idea he could feel this way about someone, for someone. He had only thought he knew what it was like to need, to want. This went so beyond that it was ridiculous.

Keeping his tongue moving with tiny little laps, Max slips a finger inside Michael, pressing only into the first knuckle. If it'd been a while, he knew that Michael would be tight and he didn't want to go fast without proper lubrication anyways.

Lifting his head, he thought and lube flew from the bedroom to his hand. Handy. He lifted a brow at Michael and kissed his stomach.] God, you're so fucking beautiful like this. I could eat you out forever. I'd suck on your cock, but I imagine you wouldn't last long. Maybe I should take a few licks and then keep you from going. Then a few more. Hmmmm.

[Being the little bitch that he is, Max lowers his head, and licks along Michael's cock, slipping his head over the tip to suck at it and around it. He drops his head and gives the dick a really great sucking, up and down several times until he can hear Michael's breath begin to hitch. As soon as that happens he pulls up and pinches tightly at the base. Holding it firm.

He leans in close and kisses at Michael's neck, over to his lips. Letting go of the aching cock, he takes the other man's mouth with his and offers a war of passion he hadn't felt for anyone before now. It had only grown the longer he'd spent getting to know Michael's body. The longer he spent realizing that he should have done this years ago.] So perfect.

[cosmiccowboy]

[If Michael had known earlier what Max was capable of doing with his mouth other than annoying him, things may have gone differently. He can’t help but rock his hips, arching off the sofa to thrust, chasing the wet heat of that perfect fucking mouth. He can feel his stomach clenching as Max brings him close to the edge and then he’s pulling away and the sharp pinch brings him back down, ripping him from the precipice.

Clearly Max had been paying attention tonight. When this innocent game had started Michael had no idea he was sharing ammunition that would be very much used on him later. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Max knew things now that no one else did, things Michael never told anyone before.

Michael groans as Max claims his mouth with a passionate kiss. The kiss sets his nerve endings ablaze, desire coursing through him like wildfire and Michael feels hot all over, like he’s burning up from the inside. If Max is electricity and blue flame, a lightening storm crackling across the desert sky, Michael is fire, raging and uncontrollable, burning everything in its path. The two of them together is something else entirely.

Michael reaches up, burying his fingers in Max’s hair. He tugs sharply at the strands, desperately holding on as he licks into Max’s mouth. He can taste himself on Max’s tongue and a low guttural sound falls from his lips, almost a growl as he drops a hand to Max’s belt, fumbling to get his pants open.]

[revolvings]

[Eating away at Michael's mouth, Max swallows up that sound and utters one unique but so very close in nature. He tugs at the other's lip, the word brother now forgotten in his mind. There's only one name pounding across his cortex, Michael, and it's an all consuming mantra stinging through his system until all he can do is beg for mercy from the feeling it creates in him.

Yanking off Michael's mouth. He stops the hand at his pants for a second, and licks over Michael's mouth once. ]

Tell me you're mine, Michael. Tell me there's no going back from here and that you're not going anywhere else for this. I wouldn't be able to take it. Not after this. This is for real, this is for keeps.

[The words are almost impossible to say with the way his body is throbbing against the man below him. He reaches up and threads his fingers into Michael's hair, slowly pulling back against the couch. He would yank, because he knows that would pull a yes from the other, but he won't. He won't force the commitment, or the words. They have to come without any ploy other than the way they fit, the entirely perfect connection their bodies make when they are together.

Maybe they were meant to be together somewhere in the stars and no one ever told them. Maybe that's why it fit with others, but never worked out perfectly. Commitment was something that Michael ran from, and Max was a little terrified that he'd slip out of his grip, but he squeezed the fingers within his grip hard, working with a concentration born of years of struggle not to invade the other male's mind.] I swear that I will never, ever leave or betray, or give you too much shit. God, fuck, Michael I need you. Can't you see how this is the only thing that works?