[Maybe this kind of love is insanity. Michael had never felt this way about anyone before. Not even close. People have been telling him how to act his whole life, that he was screwed up, no good, unlovable. Max has spent his life trying to live up to the image of what people thought he should be; the perfect brother, the perfect cop, the perfect boyfriend. That is what is insanity. Their very first night together all the stars aligned and all the pieces of his empty, half-lived life fell into place and Michael has never felt more clear or right or sure about anything.
Here they are, in this place that is sacred only to them, confessing the deepest, darkest parts of themselves and Michael feels like he might die from the sheer overwhelming intensity of his love. He knows Max's feelings about his darker urges, the way he needs to possess, are complicated, but for the first time Michael doesn't feel ashamed of those same feelings that live in him. It's another thing they share just the two of them, something they both need and can give each other and no one else.
God, what Max is saying, his voice in his head is a confession, a benediction and Michael is feeling wound up, too tight in his skin. He wants to cut himself open and feel Max's hands inside of him, ripping him apart from the inside, covering them both in the blood that flows onto the desert ground at their feet. If he's insane, then so be it. Max can destroy him and bring him back again and again and again.
He wants to respond, to tell Max he doesn't want to be careful anymore. He'll give this man whatever he wants. He'll mark him in every way and bleed him and fuck him with his own blood and vice versa. How powerful it is to be so intrinsically connected to someone else, to another body and soul. Michael wants it so he can't tell where he ends and Max begins.
Then there's the pain. It's unlike anything he's felt before and he can't help but cry out, hands fumbling for purchase on Max's sides, needing to hold on to something. He grips him roughly, fingers digging into flesh, sure to leave welts. Pain. He knows pain, he's sought it out time and again to punish himself but this, this is different. This is giving himself completely to the one he loves above all else. This is searing ecstasy. Even as the pain burns through him, sharp and tearing, stealing the breath from his lungs and bringing tears to his eyes from the intensity of it, he still pulls Max impossibly closer. Max is claiming him, scarring him and taking his flesh and blood and he can feel his cock leaking through his pants, pressing incessantly against the zipper of his jeans. His whole body trembles at the stinging, intimate feeling of Max's tongue in the wound, licking and sucking at his blood, hungry for it, like it's his lifesource. They've shared a lot of intimate moments, but something about this feels holy. Maybe because they're not supposed to want this, this all consuming obsession with each other is dark and treacherous, but deep down he knows it feels sacred and holy because they will only have this with each other forever. No one else knows the depths of their possession.
Michael knows there's a lot of blood, it's warm and wet, flowing down his chest and dripping from Max's holy fucking mouth. The other alien's conflicted emotions are seeping through and when Michael pulls his fingers away from the gaping wound, they're covered in blood and he reaches for Max's face with those same bloody fingers and drags him into a kiss. The sharp, copper taste of his own blood is strong and he licks into Max's mouth, tasting himself on his tongue. The pain is throbbing, burning on his shoulder but he's so fucking hard, his dick straining in his jeans. The intense pain, seeing Max stained with his blood, knowing that's him on his tongue, it's almost too much to bear and a low, possessive sound escapes from his lips as he grabs Max's hand, pressing his fingers to the hard and rather obvious bulge in Michael's pants.]
Oh god, you feel that? You feel how fucking hard you make me? I'm fucking leaking through my pants for you. I can feel your disgust. Max, don't...I want it too. I want us both covered in my blood. I want to rub your cock in it. I want you to fuck me with it too, baby. Fuck. [He reaches down between them and fumbles the button of Max's jeans open, slipping his hand inside to wrap bloody fingers around his raging hardon.]
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Date: 2023-06-02 01:52 am (UTC)Here they are, in this place that is sacred only to them, confessing the deepest, darkest parts of themselves and Michael feels like he might die from the sheer overwhelming intensity of his love. He knows Max's feelings about his darker urges, the way he needs to possess, are complicated, but for the first time Michael doesn't feel ashamed of those same feelings that live in him. It's another thing they share just the two of them, something they both need and can give each other and no one else.
God, what Max is saying, his voice in his head is a confession, a benediction and Michael is feeling wound up, too tight in his skin. He wants to cut himself open and feel Max's hands inside of him, ripping him apart from the inside, covering them both in the blood that flows onto the desert ground at their feet. If he's insane, then so be it. Max can destroy him and bring him back again and again and again.
He wants to respond, to tell Max he doesn't want to be careful anymore. He'll give this man whatever he wants. He'll mark him in every way and bleed him and fuck him with his own blood and vice versa. How powerful it is to be so intrinsically connected to someone else, to another body and soul. Michael wants it so he can't tell where he ends and Max begins.
Then there's the pain. It's unlike anything he's felt before and he can't help but cry out, hands fumbling for purchase on Max's sides, needing to hold on to something. He grips him roughly, fingers digging into flesh, sure to leave welts. Pain. He knows pain, he's sought it out time and again to punish himself but this, this is different. This is giving himself completely to the one he loves above all else. This is searing ecstasy. Even as the pain burns through him, sharp and tearing, stealing the breath from his lungs and bringing tears to his eyes from the intensity of it, he still pulls Max impossibly closer. Max is claiming him, scarring him and taking his flesh and blood and he can feel his cock leaking through his pants, pressing incessantly against the zipper of his jeans. His whole body trembles at the stinging, intimate feeling of Max's tongue in the wound, licking and sucking at his blood, hungry for it, like it's his lifesource. They've shared a lot of intimate moments, but something about this feels holy. Maybe because they're not supposed to want this, this all consuming obsession with each other is dark and treacherous, but deep down he knows it feels sacred and holy because they will only have this with each other forever. No one else knows the depths of their possession.
Michael knows there's a lot of blood, it's warm and wet, flowing down his chest and dripping from Max's holy fucking mouth. The other alien's conflicted emotions are seeping through and when Michael pulls his fingers away from the gaping wound, they're covered in blood and he reaches for Max's face with those same bloody fingers and drags him into a kiss. The sharp, copper taste of his own blood is strong and he licks into Max's mouth, tasting himself on his tongue. The pain is throbbing, burning on his shoulder but he's so fucking hard, his dick straining in his jeans. The intense pain, seeing Max stained with his blood, knowing that's him on his tongue, it's almost too much to bear and a low, possessive sound escapes from his lips as he grabs Max's hand, pressing his fingers to the hard and rather obvious bulge in Michael's pants.]
Oh god, you feel that? You feel how fucking hard you make me? I'm fucking leaking through my pants for you. I can feel your disgust. Max, don't...I want it too. I want us both covered in my blood. I want to rub your cock in it. I want you to fuck me with it too, baby. Fuck. [He reaches down between them and fumbles the button of Max's jeans open, slipping his hand inside to wrap bloody fingers around his raging hardon.]