Author: magikhands
Rating: ADULT / Slash & UC
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Roswell or it’s creators. If I did, I’d be rich and it would still be on the air.
Summary: Someone hurt the Pod Squad and pays the price.
Warning: Involves Character death
AN: This was written for Antarprince. For those who know him, know of his dislike for Liz but his love for Max and Michael. This was his basic idea, I just wrote it so don’t come and attack me for it
. His idea, my ability to put it into wordsI looked down at her lifeless body, her dark eyes no longer seeing, just cold and empty. Her plain but pretty features, once smooth and soft, were now scarred and bruised. I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t enjoyed myself just a little. It was a horrendous task but it had to be done. Taking a life is always horrific, but sometimes it must be done to protect those you love.
It had been so easy, too easy really, to get her alone. She was so trusting, or at least that’s what she wanted us to believe. She gave the pretense that she was helping us, protecting us, when she was really lying to us, doing this for no one but herself. I briefly wondered if maybe she was truly sincere at the beginning, when she first found out about us, before they were able to get to her. But it was too late for her... she'd gone too far.
Once I got her here, alone, I knew my plan would work. She had come with the hopes of seducing me, manipulating me like she’d done with Max and even her friends. But I was the one who got the drop on her. I was no longer the prey, but the hunter.
The Pod Chamber was the perfect place. It was in the middle of nowhere. No one but us hybrids would ever be able to open it. Somehow I knew the government hadn’t scoped this place…yet. Maybe in the future but that was not our problem at the moment.
At the Pod Chamber, no one would hear her cries for help. No one would hear her screams of pain and torture. No one would hear her pleading for her life. I’ll admit…that’s what I enjoyed the most of all of this. Hearing her beg for mercy, trying to apologize for betraying us, for leading us wrong. I loved seeing her realize that I was not just a dumb arrogant orphan from the wrong side of the tracks. I was just as smart as she…and maybe just a bit more cunning.
I had started slow with her. She, tied to a chair and unable to move, I began to interrogate her. I asked her questions, silently hoping she wouldn’t answer. She did just as I thought she would. She played bewildered, saying she didn’t know what I was talking about. But when I laughed at her, she saw how serious I was and how I knew what she did. It was quite thrilling really. As I fired question after question at her, my past life, all the training and instincts jumped into gear. I suddenly knew of all sorts of ways to get her to talk. To get her to tell me everything. I turned up the heat, literally at times, until she finally broke.
She revealed everything I already knew and a few things I didn’t, but I wasn’t going to let her know about that. An FBI Agent had approached her and made an offer she said she couldn’t refuse. It would set her up for college in Harvard, and would take care of her for the rest of her life. So she went to Pierce. She told him everything she knew about us. She told him things we’d trusted her with. She schemed with him, planning for our capture, for our torture. She told me everything they had planned.
“Good-bye Liz Parker.” I said softly, running my hand over her body, charring it beyond recognition. It would take them a time to find her remains, and even longer to realize who it is. But by then, we’ll be long gone.
I felt for her parents. They would go days without knowing where she is. They would wait and pray that she would come home safely…but she won’t. Then they will grieve, and maybe want vengeance, but that is of no concern to me now. It was too bad really. The Parkers were nice people. Too bad their daughter wasn’t more like them and as loyal as everyone thought.
I walked into my apartment. It was quiet but I saw a box and several packed bags sitting near the door. Good, I thought. He’d done as I told him.
As if he could read my thoughts, Max walked out of my bedroom, dressed in only a pair of sweatpants. His head was lowered, his eyes refusing to meet mind.
“Is it done?” He asked softly.
I walked up to him and lifted his chin, our eyes locking. I will not feel bad about what I did, I tell myself as the sadness in his beautiful golden eyes filled me. I will not feel guilty for saving his life and the ones we love.
“Yeah, it’s done.”
A single tear fell from his eyes at my words. Unable to watch him cry I crushed my lips to his, forcing my tongue deep inside his willing mouth. Max kissed me back with just as much passion and force. I wrapped my arms around his body and drew him close. He whimpered into my mouth but didn’t push away or stop the kiss.
My hands wandered his beautiful, firm back. Letting my fingertips glide smoothly over his muscles, trying to comfort him with my touch. I moved my lips from his mouth over to his jaw then down his neck. Max extended his neck, giving me full access. I felt the vibrations of his moans upon my lips. I felt the flame of passion burst through my body, my cock growing thick and hard with excitement.
I quickly spun Max around and pushed him over the back of my couch. Max protested but it was short lived as I held him there with one hand on his neck and used the other to pull down his pants. When he stopped moving, I let my hand slide gently, almost feather like, down his spine. His body trembled and I knew it was in anticipation, not fear. He wanted this as much as I did. I felt it. I knew Max better than anyone. I knew I was the only one who could ever please him, challenge him, be his equal. I knew she could never completely please him. She could never make him feel the way I do. He was mine. Always had been, always will.
I quickly unbuckled my pants and let them fall to my ankles. My dick was hard and ready, the tip already wet with juice, eager for its target. Using both hands I spread his ass cheeks, letting a finger glide over the opening. Max moaned as his hips jerked back. Pushing forward, I let my dick slide gently into him.
Max’s ass was so tight and hot. His muscles clenched my dick hard as if he didn’t want to let me go. I moaned as I was fully encased by him. I gave him this moment, for his body to adjust to the intrusion as I softly caressed his back. I could see his breath had turned rapid, and from the way his muscles were spasming around my dick, Max was not far from orgasm already.
I leaned forward, took hold of his hair and pulled his head up. With his head turned to me, I tasted his lips before deepening the kiss, claiming him as my own.
“Michael.” Max pleaded with me.
I knew exactly what he wanted. I knew how to please him, to make him cum. I released his hair and my fingers slid down his cheek tenderly. Without further hesitation, I began thrust my hips, making my thickness pump his hot tight ass. My pace was not gentle, nor slow. It was quick and deep, burying my dick fully with each thrust. He liked it that way.
Max’s head fell forward, his hands grasped tightly to the couch. I heard whimpers and cries mixed with groans of pleasure. I knew he was crying but kept on thrusting. This was his way of releasing the guilt, the pain, and the grief. I knew some of those tears were for Liz. For his love that was now as dead as she. For the hope of a future with her now gone, and for her betrayal. He cried tears of sorrow for our loved ones, his parents, and the loss of our home and safety.
But I also knew there were tears of joy mixed in. For the new start we were about to make, for our discovered heritage, along with love revealed because of her betrayal.
My movements became urgent as I my pace quickened. I was on the brink of climax, just as Max. Leaning forward a little, I braced my hands on his shoulders. I felt my control snap as my balls slapped against his, and cried out in pleasure. Through my haze of satisfaction, I felt Max’s body shudder beneath me and heard his cry of fulfillment.
It took several moments to come back from the high, but when I did, I felt tears streaming down my cheeks and a complete feeling of freedom. I slowly slid from Max’s body and pulled him up into my embrace. His arms wrapped tightly around me and nuzzled his face into my neck. My hands stroked his back and hair in comfort.
“I love you Max.” I say softly.
Max raised his head. His eyes were red from crying but they shined brightly. A sight I hadn’t seen since we were kids.
“I love you Michael.” One of his hands went to my cheek and gently stroked it.
“Come on. Let’s go get the others.”
Max nodded and smiled.
With Isabel and Tess holding hands in the back seat of our newly acquired van and Maria sitting next to Alex, the six of us left Roswell and our old lives…forever.
THE END
