By Your Command (Slash,M/Mi,ADULT,1/1) [COMPLETE]

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Title: By Your Command
Author: Susan
Category: AU Slash ADULT Michael/Max
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, I own nothing
Summary: Sequel to Your King. Michael had left Roswell after Independence Day and because Michael was not there poor Max suffered greatly in the White Room. Max has changed. It is up to Michael to help him.
Authors Note: I had one idea of what I wanted this story to be like but as I was writing it something else entirely came about. Hope you like it.

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Michael closed his eyes hoping that tonight Isabel would once again try to dreamwalk him. He had felt her nearly every night trying to get in but he couldn’t let her but tonight he needed to talk to her. He needed to let her know he was coming home.

Before Michael knew it he was dreaming that he was across the street from Max and Isabel’s house. He was watching them play basketball with their parents, like a happy family. Michael had watched them many times. He’d always wanted to join them to be included in their family, to be part of any family. His heart and soul ached to be with them, to be with Max.

“Why are you here? You should be with us?”

Michael turned to see Isabel standing beside him. Before he knew it she threw himself into his arms.

“God Michael. Where have you been? We’ve missed you so much.” Isabel said tearfully.

Michael allowed himself to hug her back. “I’ve missed you to Iz.”

They hugged for several minutes and then Isabel pulled back, her face clearly showing how she was struggling with her emotions. “Where are you?”

“On my way back to Roswell.” Michael admitted. After everything he had learned from Zan he’d jumped on the first bus he could find heading west. He didn’t have enough money to get to Roswell but he could get close enough that he could hitchhike the rest of the way. It was probably going to take him a week to finally make it there.

“Thank God.” Isabel closed her eyes as the tears flowed from her eyes. “We need you, so bad Michael. Max needs you.”

“Max? What’s going on?” Michael demanded his concern evident in his voice

“The FBI found us Michael. They took him.”

Fear flowed through him. Max captured by the FBI. He had to get there now. Michael was about to demand that Isabel tell him everything but Isabel cut him off. “We got him back. He is safe now but, Michael, he’s different.”

“Different. How? What the hell did they do to him Iz?” Michael shouted

“He is so angry, so broken. He won’t let any of us near him. Our parents are frantic, they have him seeing a psychologist for counseling but he’s belligerent to the man. They are talking about committing him Michael. It’s a nightmare.” Isabel said openly crying now. She’d been keeping it all in for so long and now that she was finally able to talk about it with him her fear and grief was pouring out of her.

Michael pulled the sobbing Isabel into his arms. He couldn’t believe that the person she was describing was the Max that he grew up with, that he loved. What had caused this? “Do you know what they did to him?”

Isabel shook her head. “He won’t talk to us. Not even Liz. He was so mean to her that she left Roswell for the summer. No one can get to close to him now. He has literally thrown us out of his life. He scares me, Michael.”

“Scares you. Like he would hurt you?” Michael asked shocked that Isabel would feel that way about her own brother. Max was the gentlest, kindest guy he’d ever known. He would never hurt anyone.

“He has hurt us. When I said he won’t let us near him I mean he literally won’t let us. He’s thrown me, Liz, and even Maria out of his room using his powers. He almost knocked Maria out he used so much energy against her.”

Michael saw red as anger simmered in his body. Max had hurt Maria. Friend, Lover or not he was going to pay for that.

“Michael please don’t. He is still Max. He is still our brother.” Isabel begged

“That is where you are wrong Isabel. Max is your brother. He most definitely is not mine.” Michael said through clinched teeth. “I’ll be home soon. And he will let me near him whether he likes it or not. Maxwell and I have to talk. About a lot of things.”

Speaking of having to talk made Isabel realize that Michael didn’t know about the new comers to Roswell. “Michael so much has happened since you left. Nasedo found us”

Michael shook his head. He couldn’t believe that he had left Roswell months before looking for answers and if he had stayed they would have come to him. But then again if he hadn’t been in New York he would not have found out about his past life, with Max.

Michael had to stop his train of thought. He couldn’t think about Zan and what he now knew. There was too much going on besides that. “He is in Roswell?” Michael asked

Isabel shook her head. “Not anymore. He is in Washington pretending to be Agent Pierce, the head of the FBI special unit, who Valenti killed.”

“Valenti? He knows?” Michael shouted

“We had to tell him Michael. We couldn’t get Max out without his help. Like I said so much has happened.”

Michael felt tremendous guilt. He shouldn’t have left. He should have been there for them. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He said solemnly

Isabel gave Michael a shocked look. In all the years she’d known him she’d never heard him apologize for anything.

Seeing the look Isabel gave him Michael asked. “What?”

“That is a first for you. Apologizing.” She looked at Michael closely and could tell that Max wasn’t the only one who was different. “You’ve changed.”

Michael nodded. “It happens. Things change. People change. Even me.” He said with a smirk on his face

Isabel hugged Michael tightly. “I’m just glad you are coming home. We need you.”

“It shouldn’t take me longer than a week.” Michael said as he started to walk away. He suddenly stopped and turned “Tell Max.” and after a minute he added “And Maria. Tell them I’m coming home.”

Isabel nodded to Michael’s retreating form and then suddenly woke from the dream. For the first time in months she felt hope that maybe things were going to be ok, that this nightmare that had become their lives was finally going to end.

Isabel rushed to Max’s door and paused suddenly anxious of what she had to do. Max’s door was locked as usual; it was always locked these days. Max lived in his own world, surrounded by the four protective walls of his room and anyone who dared entered his domain entered at their own risk. This was a risk Isabel had to take. She had to tell him Michael’s news whether he wanted to hear it or not. She prayed that Michael would be able to deal with what he was coming home to.

“Max” Isabel said hesitantly. She could barely see him sitting on his bed across the room.

“Get out.” Max said in a hard threatening tone

“I dreamwalked Michael. He is coming home.” Isabel said quickly before backing out of his room. She’d barely gotten on the other side of his doorway before the door slammed loudly in front of her face.

“Please let Michael fix him.” Isabel whispered. As she was walking into her own room she saw her mother looking at her with pain filled eyes down the hallway. Isabel tried to smile but it came out more of a grimace.

Diane Evans eyes filled with tears as she watched her daughter shut her bedroom door. She was losing her children. Something had taken them from her, not physically but emotionally. Max was an angry, sullen stranger and Isabel was a shell of the vibrant, strong and beautiful young woman she once was. She prayed for a miracle to save them all.

***

Max smiled for the first time in months. Michael was coming home. Finally he would have some revenge. Someone would pay for what he suffered. Valenti had robbed him of revenge against Pierce when he killed him but no one was going to stand between him and Michael and the punishment he deserved. Michael was going to pay for his abandonment, for his betrayal. He would finally know what it meant to be under the Kings command.

***
A week later…

A tired and weary Michael took a deep breath as he finally stepped foot in Roswell. It had been a long week and he was surprised to feel just how good it was to be home. Roswell really was home to him, for so many reasons but most of all because the people he loved are here. Where ever they were was his home.

Michael stood in the middle of the quiet, dark road. Now that he was here he didn’t know where to go first. He didn’t know if he was ready to face Max but he knew for sure he was definitely not ready to face Maria. He didn’t know how to tell her about what happened in New York. He was scared to death to find out how she would feel about his discoveries. He didn’t want her to hate him, or be disgusted with him, because he honestly loved her. No matter whom else he desired and needed, he also needed her.

He finally decided what he had to do and stopped by a pay phone and made a call.

“It’s me. I’m back in Roswell. We need to talk.” Michael said his heart beating frantically in his chest. He was given directions of where to meet. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes” he said and ended the call.

Michael had a bad feeling about what was about to happen but he knew that it had to be done sooner or later. He would take whatever was going to happen. He had no other choice.

***
Thirty minutes later at the old Soap Factory…

“You’re late.”

“It took me longer to walk here then I remembered.” Michael said. It was very dark in the factory the moon wasn’t even shining through the windows. He spoke to the corner where he’d heard the voice spoken from. “I can’t see you. It’s too dark in here.”

“Good. Now you will know what it is like.” Was spat out venomously

Michael sighed “Ok I see the way it is going to be. Let’s do this then.”

Michael was thrown and pinned up against the wall. He didn’t even struggle against the crushing force. After his conversation with Isabel he had expected it. Michael expected Max to fight him. To make him pay and it was only fair. It was what he deserved. Michael had let his King down. He had not been where he should’ve been, at Max’s side, watching his back. That was his job. He was the soldier, the protector. Max had suffered because Michael had run away and he was ready for whatever punishment Max deemed.

“Why aren’t you fighting me?” Max asked

“Why should I? I won’t win.” Michael said with resignation. Even if he did fight Max and win he would still loose because Max would never forgive him.

“Do it anyhow. Stop being a coward.” Max demanded

Max was definitely trying to punch Michael’s buttons and even though he was aware of what Max was trying to do Michael couldn’t stop himself from getting mad. Energy flowed through him and a window to the left of him imploded.

“That’s better but still not good enough.” Max spit out before throwing an energy blast near Michael’s head. “Fight me.”

“I’m not doing this Maxwell. Hit me. Blast me. Do whatever you want but I’m not fighting you.”

Max stepped out of the shadows to stand right in front of Michael’s face. “Fight me now or I will find someone else to fight. Like Isabel. Or better yet Maria.”

Michael’s blood turned cold. The boy that stood in front of him now was not the same person who he’d left months before. He was a stranger to Michael. The face was the same, albeit unshaken, but the eyes that glared at him were not Max’s. They were not even human. They were Zan’s. The real Zan’s.

“Zan.”

“Damn. You know who I am. I was hoping to have to beat the memory out of you.”

“What happened to you Max? What made you this way?” Michael asked, fear for Max as well as himself, evident in his voice.

Zan laughed. “Max is no more. The FBI made him go away and now I’m in control. He couldn’t handle it but I could. Max is hiding in his safe place, away from the pain and torture.”

Michael for the first time in a long time was literally terrified. He could’ve handled Max but he knew he couldn’t handle the alien Zan. Since his encounter with the New York Zan Michael’s memories of Rath and the world they came from had gradually returned. Zan of Antar was powerful and, at times, cruel and menacing. He, as Rath, had been at Zan’s beck and call. They had been lovers and he was his second in command but more importantly he’d been a servant to his King. Rath, the alien, could never win against Zan so he knew that he as Michael didn’t stand a chance against him.

“Why are you, Zan, doing this?” Michael asked

“You left your King. You betrayed him when you ran away. You should have protected him. Now you must pay.” He said

Michael admitted defeat. He thought he could help Max, but he’d been wrong. There wasn’t anything he could do for any of them. “You’re right. Do it then. Kill me if that is what you think I deserve.”

Zan was shocked. “You would die rather than fight me? You are that much of a coward? Would you still allow me to kill you if I told you I was going to hurt the people you love like Isabel or Maria?”

Michael tensed up. He’d mentioned hurting them twice already but Michael would not let his words get to him. “You won’t hurt them. Maxwell wouldn’t let you. He is still in there. He’d never let you do anything to either one of them.”

He laughed. “You’d like to think so wouldn’t you? But you are wrong. I am the one in control. No one can stop me.”

“No I’m right. I know him; he has the purest heart of anyone I’ve ever known and I know he would die protecting those that he loves, even from himself.”

“Now I get it. You’re in love with him. Rath and I were lovers on Antar, sex was always good with him. And he was a loyal soldier. But it is different for the two of you. There is real love between you, yet you have not been lovers. Interesting.”

“Yes I love him and nothing you do will change that. So just go ahead and do what you are planning to do. I’m ready for it.” Michael said

Zan gave Michael a menacing smile. “You know all this talk about lovers and sex has gotten me horny. I think I may have to fuck you before I kill you.”

Michael shuddered. As much as he wanted Max the thought of this person fucking him made feel sick. “Don’t do this Max. Not like this. I want you, I always have, but not like this. I love you Maxwell. Please.” He begged hoping his words could reach the real Max.

Zan’s hands were at Michael pants but then he grimaced as if he was in pain, closing his eyes, his hands going to his forehead. He backed away from Michael, falling to his knees, screaming in pain.

“Max” Michael shouted. The force holding him against the wall diminished and he was able to move. He quickly fell on his knees in front of Max.

Max lifted his head and looked into Michael eyes. “Michael” he whispered hoarsely.

Michael sighed in relief when he saw that Max’s eyes were once again his normal amber brown instead of the cold, dark black they’d been moments before.

“Maxwell. Are you ok?” Michael asked as he put his hands on Max’s shoulders

“I don’t know.” Max answered honestly. His mind was filled with an array of memories; both of their past lives and of things that have happened since he was captured by the FBI. When Pierce and his men started with their physical tests and abuse Max’s mind shut down to protect him from the pain which allowed the alien presence of Zan to come forward. Zan had been in control and Max had not even been aware of what was happening around him. But now that Zan was repressed his memories were flooding him all at once. It was almost more than he could take.

“You came back?” Max asked Michael.

“Yes. I got back in Roswell today. I called you as soon as I did.” Michael eyes did not leave Max’s. He had to see for himself that Max was here to stay and that Zan would not take control again.

“You told him that you loved me?” Max asked remembering the conversation that Zan and Michael had just had. His mind was having a hard time wrapping itself around the fact that Zan and Rath, on Antar, were lovers and that Michael admitted that he loved and wanted Max now, on Earth. “And that you want me?”

Michael’s eyes left Max’s as he looked towards the floor. Now that he was here, speaking with the real Max, he was having a hard time admitting his true feelings. He was afraid that Max would reject him.

“Michael, look at me.” Max demanded and when Michael complied he asked. “Did you tell him the truth?”

Michael nodded his head and reluctantly answered “Yes.”

Max moved closer to Michael putting his hand on Michael’s chest. “Tell me, Michael, what you told him. Tell me so I know you are talking to me?” he commanded

“I love you Maxwell. I always have and I want you, now. I always will.” Michael declared.

Max leaned forward and passionately kissed a stunned Michael. He had not been prepared from Max’s fierce attack on his lips but was soon enthusiastically responding to Max’s passion. They tore at each others clothes until they were both naked, their bare skin rubbing against each other, their hands touching everywhere they could reach. Michael rolled on his back and pulled his legs up around Max’s waist, the friction of their hard cocks touching each other making them both moan in pleasure.

“Fuck me Maxwell. Please.” Michael begged.

“Yes” Max answered and moved his cock so that it was at Michael’s puckered hole. Michael forced his body to relax as Max pushed his way through the tight muscles at his opening. They both moaned once Max was in fully inside of Michael.

“You feel so good.” Max declared. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. God Michael.”

Michael was hit with a jolt of desire as he heard Max’s declaration. He shifted his body pushing Max even deeper and they started thrusting to meet each others strokes fiercely. Minutes later they were both shouting in release.

Max fell on the ground beside Michael as he struggled to get his breath. He didn’t know why it had taken them so long to become lovers. It felt so good, so right, like they were meant to be this way and he was finally able to acknowledge out loud what he had always felt in his heart. “I love you Michael.”

“I love you to.” Michael said quietly. He did not know where they would go from here but he knew in his heart that they would always be with at each others side. New York Zan was right, they were in each others minds, and Michael would never leave his King again.

When he’d found release Max had connected with Michael and had seen flashes of Michael’s life since leaving Roswell. He saw what finally brought Michael home and he felt he had to tell him. “I saw what happened in New York.”

Michael sat up quickly, anxiety gripping his body. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I don’t even know why I let it happen…”

Max sat up as well and look into Michael eyes. “It’s ok. I’m not mad. I’m actually grateful.” Seeing the confused look on Michael’s face he explained. “If you had not met him, if he hadn’t told you the things he did, and made you admit they way you really felt, who knows how long it would have been before you had come back to me. And it took your love to bring me back and to make “him” go away. Thank you Michael.”

Michael nodded his head and leaned forward and kissed Max gently on the lips. “What happens now Max?”

“I guess we will have to figure that out one day at a time. There is a lot of deal with, a lot for other people to accept but I know one thing. You will never leave me again. And that is an order soldier.” Max said with a teasing smile.

Michael smirked “By your command, your highness.”

The End.