revolvings | Under a Desert Sky - A continuation CW: light vore, heavy bloodplay

Under a Desert Sky - A continuation CW: light vore, heavy bloodplay

Michael: [Is it possible to die from feeling too much, from loving someone this much? It feels like his heart and lungs are going to explode right out of his chest, it's hard to breathe and he swears if Max stops touching him, he'll cease to exist. Michael has always felt too much; ruled by emotions and feelings that made him reactive and volatile. It was something he always considered a weakness. As a child it meant being angry a lot and not having control over his abilities which only made things worse for him. It meant a lot of fights and pain being kept out of things because people were afraid of how he would react. It meant a lot of heartache. It doesn't feel like a weakness now in this moment. It means his capacity for love knows no bounds. It means when he hears Max try to explain how he feels, it's like the echoes from his very own soul.

He needs Max to know there is nothing depraved or horrid about him. He is all that is good and worthy in Michael's life, in this whole fucking universe and he can take whatever he wants, it's all his.

You think that will make me run? You'll have to try a lot harder than that. I'm yours. Every single part of me. And you're mine. I want to devour you. I want to taste every inch of you and crawl inside your fucking chest cavity where a piece of me lives already, keeping your heart going. Don't ever forget that. There is nothing depraved or horrid about you, Max. Nothing you say is going to make me run because I feel everything you feel. Fuck, just the thought you tasting me like that, of you letting me do the same. Max...

He's cut off by lips and teeth on his neck and hands under his shirt, running over his skin and he can't think about anything other than more] I love when you mark me. Harder, baby. Mark me like you mean it, like the whole world needs to know who I belong to. Take what you need. [His hand is at the back of Max's head, fingers tangled in his hair as he pulls Max closer, twisting on the blanket to try to get a better angle.]

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Everything really was perfect when they were together. When they were apart everything felt wrong. It had always been that way with them their whole lives, it's only even more so now. Everything is more intense between them. It's like he had been living his life just out of focus, treading water and slipping under the surface until they came together as one. Now everything was in focus, bright and sharper and intense. Some days it was hard to even think of anything else but the man at his side and the moment they'll be together again.

Michael can feel how desperately his lover needs him; it's pulsing through their bond, vibrating through his veins. He reaches for Max's straining erection, wrapping his fingers around the base to stroke him slowly, so slowly. "I'm yours." It's murmured against Max's lips as he shifts towards him; it's sighed breathlessly against his blood stained jaw, his neck, his shoulder. "I'm yours. Whatever you want, you can have."

He doesn't know what the future holds, the next hour, year, five years, ten, twenty, but what he does know is that he will never look at a sunset, or the desert night sky without seeing Max, without feeling him taking and possessing every single part of him.

It had been wrong. There were always missing parts to Max's life when Michael hadn't been the center of it. He couldn't have found his own way to his powers without letting go of Liz the way he had, and he knew he would never take her back. She hadn't been the one who made his heart soar. That belonged to the man he'd fantasized about since the moment he realized he was old enough to have a fantasy and maybe even before then.

Glancing over Michael, it was crazy how covered in all these substances he'd never looked so beautiful under the light of the glowing moon. It was like they'd painted themselves and prepared themselves for this rite of passage that took them one step further tonight, tightening the bond in one more way than they ever had before and neither of them had even gotten completely naked yet. Taking off his own jeans, Max lets the chill of the night air run across all the drying substances on his body.

They were at all different stages of thickness and dampness. He moved to kiss down Michael's body again, and smiled, licking at some of the blood smeared over his hip. He could easily taste the differences in each of their bloods now. Max didn't know if that was an alien thing, a thing that was part of them being so close, or something else, but he knew that it was Michael's blood. "You taste so good to me. I will always know the taste of you, your cum, your blood, all of you. No matter where we are."

Max pulls off Michael's pants and pulls out a couple blankets and flips on the heaters to set around them. They don't need to be covered, but being in a little nest of heated blankets might not be bad with how quickly all the things on them were drying-- much to Max's chagrin. He wished that it had all stayed fluid for a while longer.

Instead, he grabs the lubrication. Still, using that, he manages to draw it through a bit of whatever was left on his own thigh and cock, sucking at the dip of Michael's thigh when he starts to push a finger into his lover to open him up. Like always, his body responds eagerly, clamping down on that little digit and squeezing tightly, pulling and pushing at the intrusion into the body, unsure what to do with it until Michael relaxes, and begins to open up. A second finger comes close behind. Max would wait, but his body aches and he's feeling so hungry for his partner tonight. All that they've done, he wants to fill Michael's body, to be one with him. He needs to join and know that they fit together perfectly, in that way that he could be with no other soul.

"God baby," he sighs, licking the taste of both them off of Max's lips. "I would know the taste of you anywhere. I wish I could live off the taste of your body alone." The taste of Max, his body, his sweat, his cum, and now his blood were as familiar to Michael has the air he breathed. Could it be a freaky alien soulmate thing? Sure. There is still so much they don't know about themselves or where they come from. But Michael knew that he was so beyond obsessed with this man that it might not have anything to do with being aliens and was probably just a freaky them thing. It was better that way because that meant it was another thing just the two of them shared; another sacred thing binding them together.

Michael laughs softly as Max is pulling off his pants. They just shared in one of the most intimate moments of their entire lives and they hadn't even managed to get their pants off first. It was so ridiculously them he couldn't help but laugh. Their hunger, their desire for each other could be so intense, sometimes (a lot of the time) it was like if they didn't have each other right then and there they would die.

That laugh quickly breaks off into a moan as Max presses a finger inside of him. He relishes the initial burn and he squeezes, muscles tightening to pull that digit deeper. He's so worked up from everything they just did together it doesn't take long for his body to start to relax and his legs fall open as he feels the burn of a second finger joining the first. He groans, rocking back on those fingers hungrily. It's good. It's always good but tonight he feels insatiable; like nothing will be enough until Max is filling him and fucking him hard into the cool desert earth beneath them.

"Oh fuck Max...Max please, please...I can't wait." It's not quite enough preparation but he doesn't care. He wants the pain, he's desperate for it; that pain that burns white hot into pleasure. He needs Max inside of him while the evidence of everything they did together tonight is still drying on his body.

Tonight Max feels the same. If he could sup on Michael's body forever he would. There would be nothing else he would ever want to live off of. The taste of his lover, every flavor of him is one of the most beautiful things he's ever allowed across his palate and into his body, his very soul. Tonight this ground became hollowed, made by the love practiced here. Their blood would seep beyond the blankets and deep into the desert ground, marrying with the sand and lives of millions that had come before them, following the cycle of life.

They were one with each other in all ways, and it wouldn't stop tonight. Their rituals would continue as long as they did, Max knew this to be true. He knew that he'd need this again. He would never find enough nights of sharing in love and blood, flesh and come. Licking across the small area above Michael's pubic bone, Max bites it sharply, and begins to suck on the blood that flows. He's got his fingers deep into his lover, pumping against his prostate as he drinks the life of the man he'll never find enough of.

It's a miracle, a wonder of pain and pleasure, and when Michael tells him that he's ready-- Max might have normally waited, have quickly added that third finger. Instead, he merely coats himself in blood and lube and pushes himself through the thick tight muscles of his beloved. It's a battle, and he knows that it must hurt, but he covers Michael's body with his own and eats up any moan of pain with his mouth and kisses that sear in the flavor of their love, burning it against their lips, and cradling it along their tongues as they kiss. He wallows in the passion they both share, knowing that there's nothing in this world or any other that could ever separate the state of their minds or bodies now. They are one in a way that no person could pull apart.

It's like they exist on their own wavelength apart from everyone else, just the two of them. Even when they're apart they are so tapped in, so attuned to each other it's like they know what the other is thinking and feeling most of the time. Even still, Michael hates being apart which is ironic, he knows, because he's the one who usually runs from things. Maybe it's a testament to how much he's grown this year or Max's affect on him, or a bit of both.

The thing is, Max knows exactly how to love Michael. He knows what he needs usually before Michael even does. He knows when to be gentle and soft, during those moments when Michael is feeling a little more vulnerable. He also knows when Michael needs that good ol' fashioned Max Evans tough love or like now when he needs it deep and rough and unforgiving.

He knew the pain was coming and yet he can't help but cry out as Max pushes himself inside. His muscles spasm, clamping down as he breathes through the sharp burn and then Max's body is there covering his own, his mouth swallowing any moans and sounds of pain and it feels so good to have Max surrounding him everywhere. He moves his hips, gasping into Max's mouth, his body beginning to relax. The pain mixed with the feeling of being so completely filled by his lover was everything he wanted, everything he needed.

"I love you. Fuck, I love you." he gasps, fingers clawing at Max's sides griping and digging into his ribs to pull him closer, to hold them flush together.

It's been a long time coming, this. Everything about them took far to long and now that they have it, Max knows that they are so destined for one another because of the way they are anchored so tightly together. Nothing can rip through the bonds that they share, not now, not ever. Max might be jealous of Alex in theory, but he knows without a shadow of a doubt that there's no way that man could or would ever be able to come close to what Michael and Max share. The heart bond, the soul, the way they feel one another on every level. The sex that they have, and this desperate need to always be together.

These things are only things that Max and Michael could have with one another, and max knows as surely that Michael does that neither of them would ever give any part of this up. They both know the needs of the other. Michael can anticipate Max's moods now, and knows when to come running when Max has his nightmares, and knows how to chase away the darkness-- just how max knows that tonight they both needed this.

Taking Michael swiftly, and pushing through the pain, Max leans over and licks through a bit of sweat. He taps kisses all down Michael's jaw, and along his neck, biting his shoulder and, shoving himself in tightly with a grunt. "Shit baby. you're so fucking tight. It's the best feeling. I need you." He pulls out a little and shoves himself back in, banging their hips together tightly every time he takes Michael.

Pulling up a little, he lifts up his lover's leg so he can have a better angle to really push in deep and hard, picking up the pace so that it's fast and loud as he fucks Michael hard. There's a moan with every single loud thrust of his hips, they smack and jerk along the bed of rocks and blankets beneath them. He's branding Michael with his body. Leaning down, the sweat that's formed along them moistens the concoctions that they were covered in and makes them slick as they move against one another. "Jesus baby." He can feel electricity form around him and in the air, his control strong but he lets it come. Thunder rolls and Max cover's Michael's mouth with his, kissing him hard.

Jealousy is a real part of both of their makeups. Michael knows it can be worse for Max at times because Alex pops up every once in a while like a virus that you just can't kick but Michael gets jealous too. God, does he get jealous. He tries so hard not to, to keep it inside and swallow it down. It's harder without the drinking. They both get jealousy that eats them up from the inside sometimes but Michael knows Max can feel what's real, knows his feelings, his thoughts, his desires down to the deepest darkest parts of him. It's not always enough when that green beast rears its head but it's there to soothe the wounds after when clearer heads have prevailed.

Michael would never, never give any single part of this up for anything or anyone, not the good or the messy. Max is his home, the other half of his soul and what they have could never exist with anyone else; ever. Tonight is a reminder of this. The pain is a reminder just as much as the pleasure is.

The thunder, the electricity surrounding them, he can feel it over his skin, in his veins, in every touch and the fire of Max's mouth on his. It's so much he forgets to breathe until Max is shifting, lifting his leg and driving in deep, setting Michael's nerve endings on fire and he moans wantonly, unashamedly, fingers digging half moons into his skin as he holds on. "Max, fuck yes. Please-yes just like that baby please..."

People are always saying things like I've found my purpose in life, and Max always thought that he had a destiny, and that was to be the Savior. It was his name after all. It was the one given to him by Michael's mother. He was the one person that was meant to go to Oasis and save them all. That was his sole purpose in life, and yet it never felt right. He was so much more, and he wanted a deeper purpose, something that filled his soul. This here, Michael, this night, this very convergence of two hearts coming together like this in an unholy union under the stars for all to know, this was his purpose. Michael was his purpose.

Nothing else made sense to Max. Nothing made sense except the body that he now occupied. The body that surrounded him as he tore through it, using all his strength to forefully drive himself inside. They'd taken bites of one another earlier, and now Max was filling Michael completely. He was taking him as if he could somehow push right through him, into him and become one completely. Max wanted to crawl inside his lover and be so totally one that neither of them existed without the other.

"Fuck baby, I can feel the ends of you. You are magnificent." He cried out against the winds, the lightning that crashed nearby. Their skin rang with static, and Max hovered over Michael's body, holding him tight and kissing him hard. He could feel himself growing close to that ultimate point and knew that Michael could feel it all as well. "I'm almost there. Shit baby..." He thrust a few more desperate times, hips suddenly stuttering and then it was as if the world burst before him, and he dug his heels into the desert sand. Max's body went rigid and he came hard inside the one he loved more than any other. Long hot bursts of come shot up inside michael, marking the inside as Max's as well as the outside already was. "Mine." He cried, before slowly falling over and into another deep kiss, needing to seal everything that just happened between them.

From day one, it was clear Max was destined for greatness and Michael loved him desperately, painfully since the moment they stepped out of their pods. Sometimes that love was so strong, it looked like hatred but it was always love, a deep, soul wrenching love that he didn't know how to live with. It's still the same love but it's also more. It's love, it's obsession, it's fate, it's the very sustenance he needs to live. With Max inside of him, filling him, driving into him so desperately, Michael almost wishes he could die right then so that he never has to know what it's like to feel empty ever again.

"Oh god, oh fuck, Max, baby, you feel so good. You belong right here. Inside me. Fuck."

When his orgasm hits him, hard and suddenly, without even touching himself, he thinks it feels a little bit like dying. He can feel Max throb and fill him with his release, warm and sacred, spilling out down his thighs and Michael tenses, crying out and gripping Max so tightly, as if he would disappear if he let go. He spills over both their stomachs, painting their bodies in his cum and he's trembling and breathless, whining into the kiss as he writhes, rocking back onto Max's cock as he rides out the final waves of pleasure.

Everything that's just happened, this night, is sealed with Max's lips on his and Michael licks into his mouth, deepening the connection, licking and biting and moaning breathlessly as he clings to him.

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There was always such a painful connection between them that it would never be sealed until they had torn one another apart it felt like. Dying for such a love was even not enough. It real was soul wrenching and desperate, an ever aching thing that felt like it's own living organism that had branched off from their bodies into a wild creature of its own wicked desire, forcing the pair of them to live by its will. Yet how could they do anything but that with this love. It was their only true focus in life. Nothing could ever keep them apart.

Not truly. Not when their bodies fit so perfectly, that not ever a glove fit anything like Max and Michael fit one another. That Michael would come again so quickly was proof of this. He'd found himself what felt like mere minutes before and now here he was again rocking against his beloved and lost to a prostate orgasm that budded up and spilled over and through him as Max threw himself against Michael, offering wave after wave through their connection, spinning them through one another's orgasms in a flurry of unfettered pleasure.

Biting back into their unyielding kisses and connection, Max moans and continues to work his hips against Michael, not wanting to give up any part of this night. It's been too intimate, wound too tightly in the stars for it to come to an end. "I love you so fucking much. I don't want to let go of any of this tonight."

This was more than amazing sex, this was more than love. This, them, they transcended anything and everything whole, and good, and perfect in this universe. Michael has been searching for his purpose, where he belongs, his entire life. This is it. He belongs with this man. Nothing else truly matters and nothing will ever change that for him.

Their bodies really do fit so fucking perfectly. Michael can't help but rock back onto Max's cock still, even as his body trembles from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Every single time they come together like this, pouring everything into their connection, it only gets stronger and Michael feels like he's somehow both tethered to the man inside of him and free-falling at the same time.

It's addicting. Like Max, he doesn't want to give up a moment, a second of this night. He's never felt so close to another soul before, so completely engulfed and lost in him. He thinks he might mourn this night when it's over. "Don't let go, baby. I don't want you to. I can't let go. I can't."

There was no thoughts, no words, nothing that could transcend what brought them together this night in the desert. The things that they'd done to one another were probably unspeakable to others, but felt so impossibly perfect to Max, and through their bond, Max knew Michael felt the same. There was nothing that wasn't shared as infinitely perfect between the two souls that laid there mated.

Feeling Michael rocking back into him, makes Max moan and feel the impossible. It's like he knows that they weren't meant to give up a single second of this evening together. They weren't meant to part if even for a moment. Shivering against the night, and into the life of his mate-- for what are they now if not lifemates. Max pushes his hips inward again, feeling his softness drag against the still tight muscles of Michael's body. It makes him moan.

He turns his head and leans over to lick up some of the dried blood along Michael's shoulder, pressing in again. He licks and presses in, like a strange ritual. They're covered in one another, but this won't end the night. "I wont let go...I need you, forever. eternally. your life is my life." He sucks at the side of Michael's neck and runs his teeth over the surface there, digging them in enough to imprint, but nothing beside that.

The things they'd done together this night probably were unspeakable to others but Michael found that he doesn't care. He's never cared what people thought of him outside of the people he cared about and that hasn't changed. No one had to understand their relationship or the ways and depths in which they loved each other. Hell, he's pretty sure Max is truly the only one who really knows him, understands him inside and out. Max knows what he's feeling sometimes even before Michael does and he knows what Michael needs. Max loves him and somehow feels the same and that's all that matters.

"There won't be a day that goes by that I don't need you. This pull between us, this invisible tether will always exist. There is nothing I wouldn't give you. My life, my body, my soul, everything I was and everything I will be, it's all yours. Ask and it's yours."

He's never believed in miracles but he doesn't know how else to make sense of tonight. Even after everything they've done to one another, the press of Max's hips, the slow drag of his softening cock makes him moan and he arches into the pull of the teeth on his neck. Reaching a hand back, he cups the back of Max's head, fingers curled in the soft strands of his hair so he can pull him in and hold him impossibly closer. "God, I don't want this night to end. I think I'm addicted to you."

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