[As he gazed at Max he could feel the other man's hope for the future, the yearning, and desire, and devotion. The emotions emanating off of him are so strong, Michael feels reckless, and foolish; love drunk.

It's no secret that Michael self-sabotages at the first sign of commitment and anything resembling stability but feeling what Max is feeling now as they sit here in the dim flickering light of the candles as they talk about the future...all of those familiar doubts and fears seem to crumble under the weight of Max's certainty. Max is certain and unwavering in his love for Michael. If he has any concerns or fears about this relationship or taking such a permanent step, they're not coming through now.

This ceremony they are planning isn't just a way to explore their darker desires, it is marking a dedication to one another, a sacred oath spelled out in blood and pleasure and pain. It meant giving each other absolute trust.]

Nothing can be as powerful and amazing as what I've already found. [The hand on his thigh is warm and grounding and he shifts closer, pressing into the touch.] I promise I'll make you feel so good. I'll bring you right to the edge; that sharp feeling right on the edge of pain where it bleeds into pleasure.