Rescue (ADULT/Slash,M/Mi,1/1) - [COMPLETE]

[magikhands]

Title: Rescue
Author: magikhands
Rating: ADULT Slash Max/Michael
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell. If I did, I wouldn’t have to work
Summary: This is a challenge set by Antarprince. Enjoy Sweetie! Oh, and this is pure smut

Challenge: Max has always loved Michael, but is afraid to tell him. One night he goes to visit Michael and finds Hank beating Michael. Seeing this Max loses his temper and intervenes in a considerably Zan-like manner.


I sit in my jeep and stare at the small, dingy trailer that is in front of me. The sun has set and darkness surrounds me. I hate coming here. I hate that Michael has to live like this. I have to wonder why the powers that be decided that Isabel and I have a great home and wonderful parents while Michael had to suffer the wrath of Hank Guerin. Though Michael has never said anything to us, we know that Hank abuses him. That is why Michael sneaks into my window several times a week to crash.

I hear shouting start inside. I can’t hear the words that they are saying but I hear Michael’s voice mixed with Hank’s. Isabel was worried about Michael. That’s why I’m here. Earlier that day, she’d seen a bruise on Michael’s arm when he’d pushed up a sleeve. When she questioned him about it, he left. Together, we decided to have Michael stay with us for the four days that our parents were out of town. So here I am, sitting in front of the trailer trying to get the nerve to knock on the door.

I don’t like Hank. He gives me the willies the way he stares at me when I come around. One time, I had come to pick Michael up for school and he was standing outside. When I walked up to the door, his eyes were glued to the crotch of my pants and there was a hint of a smile on his lips. He opened his mouth so say something but Michael opened the door and grabbed my arm pulling me back to the jeep. Isabel was NEVER allowed to come to his house. I had to agree. We were both worried what Hank might say or try with her.

I get out of the jeep and walk up to the trailer. I raise my hand to knock when there’s a loud crash. I realized that I no longer hear Michael’s voice, only Hank’s and a pounding noise…and were those grunts under the shouts?

To hell with knocking. I jerk the door open and my eyes widen with surprise at what I see. Michael is huddled on the floor, blood flowing on his face. Hank is standing over him kicking him in the ribs while yelling obscenities at him.

The anger that filled my body was explosive. I lifted my hand and using my powers threw Hank across the room until he slammed hard into the cheap paneled wall busting it. He slid down to the floor unconscious.

“Michael!” I cried as I rushed to his still form.

I lift his head in my hands and turn it to face me. I gulp at the sight. Michael’s left eye is already swelling shut, blood running from a scratch at the corner of his eye while blood flowed from his nose and lip. Slowly, I straighten him out until his is flat on his back. Michael is conscious enough to groan with every movement.

“Max?” He wheezes.

“It’s ok.” I say softly. The fury at what happened to Michael fills every nerve in my body but I push it back for the moment. Helping Michael comes first. I slowly run my hand over his form, checking to see if there is any major damage. I find several broken ribs but they are not puncturing the lungs or spleen, his ulna bone in his left arm is fractured, his nose broke, and I find a fracture around his eye socket. Knowing that it would take a lot of energy to heal his wounds, I quickly take as much of the pain as I could away.

“Michael. Can you walk? I’m taking you back to my house.”

Michael opens his one eye and looks up at me and shakes his head. With my help, he stands and makes it out to the jeep. As we exit the door I take a glare back at the still unconscious Hank.

I drove carefully back to my house. I drove slow, careful of the bumps and turns. I reach over and take Michael’s hand and give it a squeeze. His hand is warm and I think about how I always love the feel of his hands on me. It rarely happens but when it does, I delight in the feel of his fingers on my skin.

As soon as I drive up, Isabel runs out the door like she knew that something happened. She lets out a sob when she sees the shape Michael is in.

“What the hell happened Max?”

“Hank happened. Help me get him to my room.” I say rushing around the jeep.

Together, Isabel and I mostly carry Michael into the house and up the stairs to my room. Gently we lay him on the bed. I hold back the tears that fill my eyes as Michael whimpers with every movement. It’s killing me to see him like this. I look over at Isabel. She’s not holding back her tears. They run freely down her cheeks. I quickly run my hand over his body, making sure that the trip did not hurt him more while I eased more of his pain.

“Michael.” I sit next to him on the bed. He opens his good eye and looks at me. My heart tears apart when I see the tears gather in it. “I’m going to be back in a little bit. I want you to rest until I get back and then I’m going to heal you completely.”

Michael shook his head then winced at the pain it caused. “No Maxwell.” His words were slurred through his swollen, busted lip.

“It’s going to be ok. He’s never going to do this to you again.” I bend over, not caring that Isabel is right behind me, and kiss his forehead. When I pull away, he closes his eye but his hand finds mine and gives it a squeeze before letting me go.

I stand and look to Isabel. “Keep him comfortable. This should not take me long.”

“Max, where are you going? What are you going to do?” Isabel asks rushing after me.

“Never again will he touch Michael again.” I say without looking at her and slamming the door behind me.

My drive back over to Michael’s place seemed to take an eternity to get there. But during the ride, I let my anger emerge and I felt a change in me. I felt a strength that I’d never felt before. My mind kept conjuring the image of a bloody and bruised Michael and my rage grew.

I remember the first time I saw Michael in third grade. He was sitting with Isabel and she’d given him her lunch. When I sat next to him, he glared, acting like he was tough shit but I saw through his masquerade. I saw the frightened boy that lay underneath. I also felt that he was like Isabel and I. That we were all meant to be together.

Michael has been my best friend since that day. He still acts like he’s tough and that he doesn’t care what people say about him but I know otherwise. I’ve always watched out for him, helped him. He’s a part of my life, of who I am. I love Michael…more than a brother.

I park the jeep and get out. I don’t bother knocking as I opened the door and walk right into the small trailer. Hank is awake, sitting on the couch with a bag of ice on the back of his head. He looks up at me and gives me an appalling smile. His eyes run up and down my body and I cringe at the look of desire that glazes his eyes.

“You Mikey’s friend Max, right? Well, the shit’s not here right now.” Hank says. “But you can stick around and I’m sure that I can help occupy you.”

I take the three steps it took to reach Hank, reach down, and yank him up by his shirt. I turn us and slam him hard into the wall. The old paneling gives way under his weight causing another hole in the wall.

Hank looks at me surprised but then it turns into a smug smile. “You think you are a big man, huh?” He asks me. One of his hands releases its grip on my wrist and slides down the front of my body until it cradles the crotch of my pants. His hand tightens and gives my dick and balls a squeeze. “Let’s just see how big you are.”

A shiver of disgust runs through my body with this man’s touch. My anger rises when I think of what he may have done with Michael all these years. Did he use Michael this way along with the physical abuse? The thought of it sickened me.

“You are NEVER to touch Michael again…or me.” I say quite calmly but my voice held an edge of steel. My fury built with every word.

Something in my voice must have gotten Hank’s attention because he released my crotch and his hand went back to my wrist, his smugness wearing off.

“He’s under my care. What I do to him is of no concern of yours.”

“That’s where you are wrong.” I say through clenched teeth. My right hand releases his shirt and slides down to cover his heart. My hand gives off a slight glow making Hank gasp. I let my fingers curl into a fist directly over his heart. I watch as Hank’s eyes widen but they never leave my face. I feel his pulse in my hand. It’s strong and steady but I nudge it with my powers and it begins to slow down, only a little. He gasps again as his chest tightens.

I suddenly feel a change in my body. It’s as if a sudden power surge ran through my body. My skin tingles with the energy that my body now harnesses. My strength builds, as does my confidence. I nudge Hank’s body again making his heart and lungs work harder as he pants just to grasp at air. His eyes widen larger than before, his eyes watching mine. I didn’t know it at the time but they turned pitch black, the color filling every seen centimeter of my eyes.

“You are going to leave Roswell Hank. You are going to pack up tonight and leave, never to return. You are to leave Michael and everything that your sorry life has behind.“ I say, squeezing harder on his heart. He is now trying desperately to gasp for the breath that I’m closing off from him. His pulse is slowing down and his body is starting to panic.

“If you ever return to Roswell or try to contact Michael, I will hunt you down and kill you.” I threaten knowing that I can do what I promise. “Do you understand me?”

Hank quickly nods his head unable to answer me verbally. Satisfied, I release him and let him fall to the floor. I say nothing as I walk out of the trailer, get into the jeep and drive away. Halfway home I have to pull over on the side of the road. My heart is pounding and my hands are shaking. I don’t know what came over me but the power of it is quite exhilarating. I sit there until my body calms down enough so I can continue driving. I realize that what was flowing through my body was my unrestrained energy. Somehow the sight of Michael had unlocked the door that kept it tightly inside. It unlocked a more confident, aggressive man.

I parked the jeep in the driveway then rushed into the house. I find Isabel sitting next to Michael who was sleeping.

“How is he?” I ask kneeling beside the bed.

“The same.” She looked at me. Her brows scrunch together then one raise. “Are you ok?” She asks me.

I nod and turn to her. She gasps and her hand covers her mouth.

“What?” I ask looking down at my body. I see nothing that wasn’t there before I left Michael.

“Your eyes Max.”

I get up and go to my mirror. My eyes are completely black. I lean in and lift a finger to touch just beneath one. My vision is not changed and as I inspect the change in them, they change back to my golden hue, normal. I turn back to Isabel.

“What was that?”

I shrug and go back to my place beside the bed, beside Michael. “I’m not sure but on the way over to Hank’s I started feeling different. Then while I was there…it grew.”

“You didn’t….” Michael’s rough weak voice sounded in the quiet.

I look at Michael and take his hand in mine. “No. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t. But he won’t be bothering you any longer.”

Michael gave a slight nod showing he understood.

“Now can you heal him?” Isabel asked anxious to have Michael back in good health.

I raise my free hand and place it on his chest. The glow that emits is strong and bright as I begin to heal every wound to his body. Within minutes Michael is completely healed and I’m not exhausted.

“Thanks Maxwell.” Michael says as he sits up, his back against my headboard.

Isabel smiles and kisses Michael on the cheek. “I’ve got to run. If you need anything, call but I think Max can handle you just fine.” She says as she leaves Max and Michel alone.

Max moves to sit next to Michael; their hands are still clasped together. Max looks down at them and notices the color difference in their skin along with the softness in Michael’s hands.

“I thought he was going to kill me this time.” Michael said, his head bowed.

“It’s over. It’s never going to happen again.” I say raising our hand to my lips. I turn them so that my lips touch only his smooth skin in a light kiss.

Michael lifts his head and watches me. My other hand raises and gently caresses his cheek. His eyes close and his face relaxes under my touch. I watch fascinated as his lips part, inviting. I lean toward them and brush my lips over his. I feel his intake of air and I let my lips linger. Michael opens his mouth and leans toward me. I deepen the kiss, my tongue entering his mouth exploring uncharted territory.

As our kiss continues, I manage to move his so that he is lying on his back with me lying next to him. I pull away from his lips and let them slide down to his neck where my touch makes him growl. My hand lets go of his and moves to his chest. With just a slight burst of energy his shirt is gone leaving my skin touching his. My mouth travels down over Michael’s collarbone until it reaches the nearest nipple. It’s already hard as I lap my tongue over it. He gasps and arches his back. My tongue mercilessly teases the pink tip while my hand pinch and tugs on his other nipple. He writhers under my touch and I can’t help but smile.

My hand leaves his nipple and leaves a trail of feather light caresses down his abdomen. With a wave of my hand, his pants disappear showing off the pulsating hard-on that Michael sported. I bite his nipple as my hand grasps his swollen cock. His breath comes out in pants as I devour his body with my mouth and hands.

“Max…” My name tumbling out of his lips tells me everything he wants.

“Not yet Michael.” I say softly. Michael moans in frustration.

I take my time and savor every inch of Michael’s flesh. I’m now just as nude as Michael and shift my body against his, letting his skin brush against mine. I’ve never told Michael about my attraction to him and he’s never given any indication that he was attracted to me but right now, there is a connection between the two of us that is forming. One that will be complete the moment we join together.

For years I’ve dreamed of this moment, feeling Michael under my body, his warmth soaking into me, hearing his groans as I find all the right places that pleasure him. I always thought that it would stay just a dream. But this was reality and we were both awake. Michael was letting me do what I wanted, he was pleading with me to please his body and soul.

I move down until my lips are an inch from Michael’s thickness. My tongue snakes out and samples him. Michael’s body jerks as he whimpers.

“Shit Maxwell.” He pants.

My eyes rise to look at his lust filled expression and smile. In one swift movement I have Michael’s long length in my mouth, his tip lodged in the back of my throat while my lips rest on his pelvis. I never thought I’d be able to do this with him but I find that it fits easily as long as I keep my throat relaxed. I slowly withdraw my mouth until just his tip lie between my lips and I hear his exhale. In a smooth movement, I take him fully in my mouth again as before letting my tongue wrap around the rod.

I can see Michael’s hands clench the bedspread in his fists as he struggles to maintain control. I do this motion several more times until his is verbally begging me to let him cum. I pull away completely and he groans in disappointment.

“Not yet.” I say, my voice soft but with firmness. This entire situation feels familiar to me, as if Michael was made to follow my orders, to heel to my needs.

I look down at Michael’s body and marvel at the beauty of it. He’s not as defined as I am but still strong and built. His creamy white skin is pale next to my darker tone. It’s enticing as our bodies meet. Knowing what I want, I take Michael’s legs in my hands and raise them to my shoulders as I slide closer to him. I place the tip of my erect and ready cock at the opening of Michael’s ass.

“What do you want Michael?” I ask locking gazes with his dark eyes.

“I want you Maxwell.” His breath is harsh in anticipation. “I’ve wanted you for a long time. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” He confesses.

I reach down and take hold of his dick and give it a couple of gentle pumps. “Beg for it.” I say. I don’t know where that came from but suddenly I wanted to hear Michael’s deep voice begging for my cock.

Michael doesn’t hesitate as he begins to plead for me to shove my cock deep into his body. His hips move with his words trying to get me to slide in but I keep it so that I lay at his entrance.

“Enough.” I demand. Michael stops his voice and lies there waiting, trying to control his harsh breathing.

I let go of his dick and place my hand over his pelvis. I press just a little of my energy into his body and push deep inside of Michael’s body.

“FUCK!” He screams. I didn’t use my powers to take away the pain. I wanted him to feel every inch of me inside of him. My powers were used to make my entrance easier since I had no lubricant.

I stay still for a moment, letting his body adjust to me filling him. I can feel his sphincter muscle clenching my dick tightly as it pulsed. It felt so good, I moaned. When I saw that Michael was gazing up at me, I knew that he was ready for me to continue. With deliberate slowness I pull out then push back in, teasing his body. I close my eyes and let the rush of sensations flow through me. My body burns with desire as I fuck Michael.

Urgency swelled my cock as I quickened the pace. My control was wavering as my body was nearing its climax. I pumped harder and faster into Michael, our grunts mingling. I felt my dick swell but I wanted Michael to cum with me. I took hold of his dick with my hand and began to pump him in rhythm of my thrusts.

“Do it Michael.” I order. “Cum with me.”

Suddenly, I feel Michael’s body stiffen beneath me and he cried out my name, his thick load squirting up onto my abdomen. I let my orgasm take flight as I felt his ass constrict on my dick, cumming at the same time.

Exhausted, I collapse on top of Michael, my softened dick sliding out of him. He turns me over so that we lay in each other’s embrace facing each other. I lift my hand and gently caress his cheek while gazing into his eyes.

“I love you Michael.” I confess. “I’ll never let anyone ever hurt you again.” I promise.

Michael leans in and captures my lips with his. Our kiss is one of love lined with passion. “I’ve loved you for a long time Maxwell.” Michael says when he pulls away but he doesn’t look away this time.

I pull him closer, everything about the moment feeling right, like this was our destiny. “Let’s get some rest. Isabel will be back later and she’ll want to make sure that you are ok.”

Michael chuckles and snuggles into the crook of my neck. “I guess I’ll need to build up my strength for her caring treatment too, huh? How am I ever going to keep up with you Evans’?”

I smile. “I’m sure that you’ll find away.”

Together we fall into a peaceful slumber.

THE END