Within Pairings Michael/Kyle, Michael/Maria, Kyle/Max Rating NC-17 Summary Michael and Kyle define their relationship.. Spoilers None Author's Note Co-authored with Nehal. Kyle written by Icalynn, Michael written by Nehal. Warning the following contains sexual content and violence. You've been warned. *Kyle* A cool breeze brushes against my skin. I shiver slightly as you wrap your arms around me, engulfing me in your warmth. I melt in your arms as the moonlight dances across your face. We are alone against the odds- here in the desert we are one. " I want to tell them-" I whisper softly, but in the emptiness around us, it sounds harsh and cold. "Not yet," you growl as you pull away, exposing my skin to the drafty breeze. "That's what you always say," I growl in reply. Your body tenses and you stand up. I know the thoughts you are feeling-I feel it to. But, you are building that damn wall of yours. *Michael* Why do we have to tell them? It's not like I'm going to have a relationship with you. This is purely fun. Uncommitted. A little distraction until Maria takes me back, because she will, eventually. Unlike you, I am not a faggot. I'm not queer. I am not gay. You got it? Good. Now open your ass and let me fuck you. *Kyle* I push you away and you gasp in shock- I've never pushed you away. I can't help but laugh as you growl in frustration. You want me for sex- pure, raw, and emotionless. You claim you still want her more- but, at times I see something in your eyes. And maybe, just maybe you have feelings for me. I've never wanted anyone more then you. I'm not gay- not in the sense that I want other men. I only want you, I only need you. *Michael* You're strange. Weird. Cuckoo. You say you want love, and all that other fuzzy crap that Maria wanted from me. I'm not going to give it to you. I don't love you. I love Maria. That look in my eyes that you claim to see? Its lust for your ass and mouth. Simple. I don't have any feelings for you. I'm not a girl. I'm not Tess. You want to be with me, you're going to have to deal with that. Push me away. Go on, but I am not going to change. I tried that once and it was too painful. From now on, the Michael you see and feel and taste, is the only Michael there is, for you anyway. I grab your chin, kiss you hard making you yelp in pain as I bite your tongue. Got it yet? I don't fucking love you. I hammer that point in by roughly shoving a finger into your dry ass. How does that feel lover boy? *Kyle* I hate you. I hate the way you make me feel. I hate the way that you can disregard my feelings. I hate that I give in to you. I leave marks on your body, in hopes that you remember me when we are apart. I glance at you as I dress in the midmorning sun. My gaze lingers on your body. I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Good-bye. Go see if Maria still wants your alien ass- I'm not sure if I'll be here when you decide to come back. *Michael* I open my eyes. Wiping the sleep away, I turn and find my bed empty. For a long moment I wonder where Maria is, and then I remember and tears fall from my eyes of their own volition. I need her so fucking much it hurts, and the pain is sometimes so unbearable I just want to die. Rolling off of the bed, I pick up the phone, dialing the familiar number. "Hey" Her voice speaks breezily, like a ray of sunshine after a long cold winter. I can't help smiling. "Hey, it's me, Michael I just- I- I need to see you" A sigh. A tremor. A stifled sob- "I can't" She whispers sadly, making my heart break. "You know that Michael" She hangs up. And I can feel my soul break into a million tiny razor sharp shards for the umpteenth time. *Kyle* My hands ache under the scalding water. Its burns the grease and oil from my hands, taking with it memories of you. The lights flicker and I glance at the clock. Another hour to go- fun. I rub my eyes and try to focus on anything, but you. I don't need you. I don't want you. I hate you. And, as if on some fucking cue, you come storming through the garage. Won't you just give me a fucking moment alone? You claim you don't need me, then why are you here? There's something wild in your eyes, I think you finally lost it. Did she say no again? *Michael* "Bastard!" I shout, a red haze clouding my vision, as I pump into your ass. Vaguely I'm aware of blood and pain, and screams- I don't care. I pull you up by the hair. "Bastard!" I whisper into your ear and you scream in agony. I fucking hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! *Kyle* "Bastard!" I growl as I push you away and then quickly pin you to the ground. Your eyes are glazed over and you squirm under my touch. Did you forget that I am the captain of the wrestling team? For what seems like hours, I struggle to keep you pinned down. The dirt and grease linger on our skin as beads of sweat roll off your brow. I lean in closer and lick the salty liquid from your skin. I lower my lips and kiss you softly, you growl in response. You think I'm going to let you rape me and get away with it? You think I'm going to let you have all the satisfaction? Why is that you hate me so much? You do realize there is a fine line between love and hate- you just can't admit it yet. *Michael* He kissed me. He kissed me. He fucking kissed me! Instantly, I feel power charge up to my fingertips. No one kisses me without my permission. Especially not a short bastard like you. A blast of energy shoots out from my fingertips and instantly you fly into a car. "Bastard!" You cry out, clutching your wrist. I don't care. I instantly haul you up and turn you over the hood, resuming what you rudely interruped. But I'm going to make you bleed a thousand times harder than before. I'm going to hurt you a million more times than Maria hurts me. Blindly, I grope for anything that can help me maim you. I smirk with satisfaction when my fingers enclose upon a spanner. Within moments we have seperated, you think your agony is over. It isn't. As I push the spanner roughly inside you, your screams echo inside the tiny garage. It feels good. *Kyle* Pain. Anger. Lust. Such powerful feelings and emotion run rampant through my being. My body trembles against your touch. You sear my flesh, you mark me. "Bastard," I manage to choke out as you ram your tongue into my mouth. Your teeth tease and tear at my lips- my blood is sweet against my tongue. I gasp for air as you pin me against the car. You smirk. I hate you. I can't seem to control the burning pain, the anger- the lust that burns within. The air snaps with electricity and I feel a door opening within me- you've awakened something. With another jolt of pain, a burst of energy radiates through my body. Bolts of liquid green, dance on my skin- Your harsh grip loosens as the angry bolts nip at your finger tips. Your gaze locks with mine- a flicker of fear lingers in your eyes and a feeling of the unknown silences your reign upon me. I raise my hands and inspect the bolts that mar my skin. I can't help but smirk- the tables are turned. You gasp as my hand lingers across your chest. The pull of the electricity is far greater then I expected. I lean in, my breath grazing across your ear. "Bastard," I growl as I punch you. You double over and I walk away- *Michael* You think that just because Max shitted some of his powers in you, that I'm scared? I don't think so. I didn't stop because I hurt. I stopped because she cried. Maria hurts because of me. And the pain washes over me everyday until at night I find it impossible to breathe without holding her. Touching her. Kissing her tearstained cheek, as she lies sleeping on her bed, surrounded by teddy bears and old pictures of me. I can't help smiling at the peaceful picture she creates, and carefully so as not to wake her, I run a hand through her soft gold hair. Unable to help myself, I press a chaste kiss against her lips, and her emerald eyes flutter open, piercing my heart, even in the dark. "Michael?" She asks softly. I nod. Immediately her arms are around my neck, cradling my head gently between milky white hands. Peaceful sleep has transformed into anxiety and I can't help blaming myself. I shouldn't have come. I- I kiss her. Instead of pushing me away, she leans back, inviting me into her bed. Into her life. Into her. I know then that she has seen the bruises you created, but I don't care. I don't care about anything except my Maria. "I love you" I murmur into her skin as she gently undresses me, I don't expect an answer. I never have. "I love you too" She whispers into my ear, and my heartbeat races. I have never expected her love, but have got in anyway. Sometimes I think I am the luckiest man alive. Then I remember that I'm not human so I don't qualify. It hurts, but she can take it away. I pull her closer. *Kyle* My deepest, darkest fear has been unlocked. I'm no longer human. I'm one of them- there's nothing I can do, there's nothing I can say, to stop it. My body trembles with pain and I go to him- "Please," I beg, "Can you stop it?" He shakes his head and sighs, he reluctantly reaches out to me. My skin sparks and pain ignites as he makes contact with my flesh. I feel a slight tug as a connection forms. Images flash before us and he gasps in response to what he sees. His hand tightens around my wrist as he inches closer. His eyes glaze over as his other hand presses against my chest. I gasp out in pain as his hand reclaims the spot where he healed me. Another connection forms, pushing me further into a trance. The pain engulfs and ignites my senses- I cry out in pain, but he continues to push, diving deeper. "Get the fuck, off him!" I hear a muffled cry as the connections breaks. I look up and see you glaring at him. I glance at Max to see him back away from you and leaves us alone. I try to call him back, I need him to finish what he started- but nothing comes out of my mouth. I look up at you with confusion. "Why?" I whisper trying to find my voice. You shrug as you lean over me, "you can't be with him." "Why would you care?" I bark, finding a fragment of my strength return. I push you away as I turn to leave the room. You stop me by wrapping your arms around me and pressing me against you. I turn to face you and you smirk in reply as your eyes mist over. You press your mouth against mine- you don't taste the same, you taste like her. I protest against your mouth as flashes of your lovemaking and declarations of love invade my mind. The thought of you with her makes me sick. I squirm against you, but you only smirk in reply. *Michael* You shiver as I zip my pants. Good. If I have to hurt so do you. Little runt- You gasp in agony, tears falling across your cheeks and onto the dirty floor, the marks they make match the ones made by the blood that flows from your ass and for a moment I feel pity. But it vanishes when I remember Maria's reaction to the visions she received of us. She cried. She wept as I held her, as our bodies joined, as we both came together in an explosion of stars, as I kissed her brow, as I kissed her neck. She cried as I nuzzled her soft skin, and then, as my tears fell in tiny droplets, she cried harder. And it's all because of you. Little gay shit- I kick you hard in the ribs, and as you weep loudly, I make my way outside. Max is there, eyes furrowed in worry as he looks at me. I know he knows about us, and I don't care. "What?" I ask harshly. He punches me hard against the jaw and I fall to the ground, in shock. Now I know. I know everything, from why he was so jealous of you and Liz, to why he healed your sorry ass when you got shot. He loves you. I smirk. "Touch him again and I'll kill you" Its not a threat but a promise. He really would, and my smirk widens. He obviously loves you a lot. I stand, and look my King in the eye. "I don't care" I spit at him before making my way to the bike. Bastard. He doesn't know the truth. That every moment I am not with Maria, a part of me dies. I sigh, rev up the engine and ride off. I need to see Maria. *Kyle* Darkness is all I can see, pain is all I can feel. I can't move. I can't breathe. I am lost. The pain continues to tear and ensnarl me. I give up- I don't know why you are doing this to me, I don't know why I'm not strong enough to fight you- I've tried and I've failed. "Kyle?" A voice calls to me, breaking through the faint ringing in my ears. I blink away the tears and blackness to see him standing over me. He looks as lost as I feel, "Max?" "Shh-" he whispers as he places a hand on my chest. "I need you to look at me." I nod and struggle to look up at him. A bright light flashes and a soft touch removes the physical traces that you've inflicted on me. "Why?" he asks. I shrug and pick myself off the floor. His eyes linger on my exposed body and I suddenly realize that he wants me in more ways then you ever have. It startles me, that someone could want me after what you've done to me, what I've let you do to me- I need someone to love me- I need to feel safe. He smiles and leans in. I let him kiss me, his kiss is so much softer then yours. I let him touch me, his touch is so much gentler then yours. His touches and caresses do nothing to warm my heart- I'm damaged goods. He doesn't realize the truth, that I am connected to you. And for some fucking reason- I still love you. *Michael* "You okay?" I ask, brushing her hair from her beautifully emerald eyes as she eats. Maria looks fragile. As though the last few weeks have completely destroyed her. I sigh. She looks, how I feel. "Yeah" Attempting a smile, she kisses my hand, and I can't help smiling in return. I guess we're okay, for the moment anyway. "You sure you don't want some, it's good" She offers me a piece of cake, but before I can refuse, brings a piece up to my mouth. Its sweet. Like her, and sometimes you. Not that I would ever admit that. "You're beautiful" I whisper softly, so only she can hear. She smiles, and leans in to kiss me. "So are you" We are definitely okay. It feels strange. I half expect her to weep, and go into another depression like the one she went through after returning from New York and that bastard, but she doesn't. These meds seem to be working. "Where's Kyle?" Maria asks softly, as I kiss her softly against the nose. I raise an eyebrow. "What?" Why is she mentioning you? Have you talked to her? I frown. If you have I will kill you, simple. I don't care how much Max loves you. "I want to talk to him Michael, about-" She pauses trying to find the words. "Our situation. Michael we need to sort all of this out" Sort all of this out? What the Hell. "What do you mean?" She smiles, a real genuine Maria smile, and I can't help smiling with her. God, I love her so much- "Just bring him here, please?" Entwining her hands with mine, she kisses me softly against the lips. "I love you" "I love you" I whisper, meaning it to my soul. *Kyle* I meditate, trying to restore some semblance of order to my life. To restore the balance within. Max keeps checking up on me, more then I can say about you- I understand now. I shouldn't have pushed you- It's some cosmic joke or something, Max wanting me. He wants more then just that night. But, I can't do it- I love you too much. But, it seems that you can't love me. The truth is, you can't ever love me, if you don't admit to it. Did you know that Maria looks at me differently, I'm not sure how much she knows- but, I know she knows more about us, then you'll admit to yourself. "Kyle-" I turn to your voice. I can't help but smile at the softer tone of voice and that softer look in your eyes. Even though, I wish you were all mine- she does bring out the best in you. "What?" I reply not moving from my spot. "Come on, lets go-" you growl. "Go where?" I ask standing up and crossing to my dresser. "Maria's-" You reply softly, almost singing her name- and, I'm jealous. "She claims she want's to talk about our situation." "Oh, so you finally want to talk about this?" I ask as I walk past you, and for a split second, I thought I heard you growl. You do realize the situation at hand- don't you? *Michael* "Hey Kyle" She smiles at you, that soft, hazy loving smile she usually only reserves for me, and I can't help it, I feel the power build up in my hands. I want to kill you right now. "Hey" You reply, taking her hand, with a smirk in my direction. Bastard. Before I know it, Maria takes you inside and shuts the door. Why am I always left out of everything? *Kyle* Maria's hand lingers on mine, her eyes glaze over as if she's in deep concentration. I glance at the closed door and I can't help but wonder why she wants to talk to me alone. I can feel you stalking behind the door, wanting to know- "Maria?" I whisper, squeezing her hand slightly. I feel the familiar electric current in the air and I pull my hand away as green sparks dance on my skin- I cringe with pain. "Kyle?" she whispers in awe. "Does it hurt?" I smile and I try to hide the pain "It comes and goes, it seems to act up in heightened emotional situations-" "Like this one?" She asks as she takes my hand. "Can you form a connection?" I look at her slightly shocked- "I've never tried with a- with a-" "Human?" She giggles lightening the mood. "Yeah-" I sigh. "Why?" "I need to know more-" She replies as she waves her hand in the air. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea." I reply pushing her hand away. "Not a good idea for you or for him?" She inquires as she places a hand on my thigh. "Either," I reply as I find it hard to concentrate as she rubs her hand on my thigh inching closer- "but," I gasp shifting slightly. "I was thinking of you." "I've seen it-" she replies, leaning in. "But, you aren't really gay are you?" "Gay?" I gasp as her lips inch closer to mine. "No- it seems my attraction is strictly to Antarian males." "You've been with a female before, haven't you?" she whispers against my ear, her warm breath lingers on my face and I can't help but feel for her- I suddenly understood why you couldn't let go. "A few," I manage to reply as her lips press against mine. She moans softly against my lips and wraps her arms around me. I kiss her back and wrap my arms around her. Her taste is familiar and I can't get enough of her, she's like a drug to my senses. I feel the connection she wanted open- images flash before us. Images that I've tried to forget and images that I will never forget. The images stop and I wait for her to pull away- but, she doesn't. *Michael* It's been an hour. An hour! What the Hell can Maria want to talk that long to you about? Damn it, I hope you aren't pouring your heart out. Maria and I are barely okay, you better not spoil it , or I'll- "Kyle, oh my God!" I hear laughter behind the closed door, and unable to stop myself I lean against it. Maria's laughing. With you. I frown, because this isn't expected. She should be blowing up right now, like she did with Courtney. Her laughing with you isn't normal. I sigh sadly when I realize that nothing about Maria is normal anymore. Ever since that fucker raped her in New York she has been different. More somber- I smile slightly when I realize that this is the first time I have heard her laugh out loud in an entire year. And its all down to you. My smile broadens, and incapable of stopping myself I push open the door. I have to thank you. I- I freeze when I see Maria on your lap, laughing sweetly, as you press tender kisses against her jawline. I never expected this. Then again, I did. Maria was never good enough for me. As the tears fall rapidly down my cheeks I turn my back towards the both of you and run. I need to get out of this place. I need to get away from you. Because if I stay, I might kill you, and I can't do that to Maria, not now that she obviously wants to be with you. I feel sparks flow from my hands and explode violently against the ground. All of this is Rath's fault. If he had only left Maria alone then maybe none of this would ever have happened. God, I could kill him right now, if I hadn't already done so. *Kyle* Her laughter and sweet kisses end abruptly as the door swings open and then slams shut. We glance at each other briefly, trying to grasp the new twist in our situation. "Oh, no-" she cries as she climbs off my lap and opens the door just in time to catch a glimpse of you running away. "Damn it, Michael-" I groan as she wraps her hand around my waist. "You have to bring him back to me-" She whispers, "to us." I nod in agreement and I go after you. I have a feeling that you would go to our place- it's were you always went when you felt the need to blow something up, or someone. *Michael* Maria. You. Maria. You. Rath. Maria. My mind whirls with so many images that I think I'm going to explode. I hate you. I hate her. I hate myself more than anything I could ever feel for either of you. God. Instantly, I blow up a few rocks on the ground. They explode, sending green sparks into the air. When the dust settles, I see you behind them, watching, assessing- determining whether I'm safe. I grin at the fear in your azure gaze. It is a good thing you came. I will hurt you more now than you have ever experienced in your puny existence. I move closer, and just as I am about to grab you to me, Maria appears protectively as a shield. I grimace, and withdraw my hand. She grabs it anyway, and holds it to her heart. Immediately, I feel blue green sparks flow from her skin like stars. I know instantly that the power isn't coming from me. Instinctively, I glance in your direction. What have you done to my Maria? "It’s not him Michael, it's me" Maria whispers into my ear as she wraps her arms around my neck. "When we- made love, you changed me. I've been feeling it for years but ever since you and Kyle-" She drifts off, staring into my eyes carefully as though carefully weighing her words. "Got together, it's been getting stronger. Ask Kyle, he feels it too" She looks around at you hopefully, and you nod. "We're different Michael, and it's all because of you. You changed us and we-" "We have a connection. The three of us" You whisper, barely able to meet my gaze. "I felt it when Maria and I-" At the mention of you and Maria together, I grow wild. Instantly, I raise my hand, the power charges through my arm like wildfire, crackling tiny blue sparks that seem to transform green. I want to kill you. You don't do anything to defend yourself, and for a brief moment your eyes seem to bore into mine as though in a challenge. I stare back at you. I want to kill you so badly that everything else, even Maria, is nothing but a blur. That's when I realize my mistake. Smiling softly to myself, I lower my arm. Quickly the sparks fade, and I feel the low thrum as my power ebbs slowly. I don't want to kill you. I never have. I want you to kill me. As I stare into your eyes, I know you know that too. *Kyle* Your gaze penetrates my senses and I realize that you've figured it out. After all this time- you've figured it out. You drop your defenses, you want me to do it. You've always wanted me to fight back- to inflict more pain on to you, to- to kill you. "Maria," I whisper harshly as she turns to me with a hopeful gaze in her eyes. "I think we need a moment alone." She studies you for a second and then looks back at me. She sighs knowing that we need to fight this, to overcome your need to die, before we can continue- before we can live. You stop her and kiss her passionately before letting her go- a goodbye kiss for the road. Maria notices the feeling of death and regret flowing off you, I know- I can feel it too. She turns to me suddenly and kisses me softly. "I'm trusting you," she whispers. I nod in reply as she turns and runs to her car. I turn back to you and smirk as you continue to challenge me. Our gazes lock and the electricity vibrates in the air. "So do you feel lucky?" Your eyes light up at the prospect that I may grant your request, and for the first time I see the light in your eyes- a glimmer of hope that has been missing for some time. You gasp slightly as you double over, grabbing your stomach as my first punch slams into you. But, you remain focused and continue to keep your guard down. A second, and a third punch illicit more of a response and a growl escapes your lips. I shake my head and turn to leave. "Bastard!" You cry, challenging me as you wipe a drop of blood from your lips. "It's not a fair fight," I growl. "Fight back-" My words trigger the expected response. An hour passes, my breathing is ragged and my body aches. The bitter taste of blood lingers in my mouth. You clutch your side and motion for me to continue, but I can't. In one swift move, I pin you down to the ground. "It's not your fault," I growl as you flinch at my words. "You are not Rath, you are Michael." "Fucking bastard!" you growl as I tread on your forbidden topic. "It wasn't your fault, she doesn't blame you- I don't blame you." "You don't know!" You reply harshly as a bitter laugh escapes my lips. "Fuck, Michael-" I respond as I shift slightly to look into your eyes. "I've seen it all- we're connected. I know you better then you know yourself." "Liar-" You cry as you struggle beneath me. "Just kill me!" I can't- I lean in and press a harsh kiss to your lips. I push harder and force your mouth open. You groan in protest- Lessening my grip, I tug at your clothes- needing to feel your skin against mine. I capture your lips once more within mine, opening a connection. *Michael* I close my eyes. The pain is easier to deal with that way. Not that you're hurting me; you can never hurt me. My agony is inside. I'm faulty, I always have been. Maria saw past that and now you want to too. Why? What do the both of you see in me? I trace my name against your chest. Touching you feels right for some reason. It shouldn't do. I'm not gay. I'm not even bi. But when I see you something happens to me, I get urges- Urges I find hard to control. Not that that is surprising. I can't control any aspect of my life. If I could, I would be a rich human kid not living in Roswell. I hate it here. The sand makes me aphixiate slowly, with every step I take. The air feels too warm and stings the back of my throat. My family- Well let's just say that Max and Isabel stopped being my family years ago, and now the only people I feel even a remote kinship to, are not even my own species. It figures. I can't control any aspect of my existance, why should who I love be any different? I kiss your throat, gently, and you murmur something in your sleep. I sigh. My chest feels like it's going to explode. Instinctively I reach out for your hips and pull you flush against my skin. For some reason I don't want to understand, the pain seems to ebb when I'm with you- I don't love you though. I probably never will. Are you willing to accept that? Are you ready to take me as I am? *Kyle* Weeks have passed since the incident in the desert. You've changed since then, you've finally let me in- I know somewhere deep in your heart you love me, but I accept the fact that you will never say it- that, I will never hear those three words grace your lips. Your love is reserved for her, and I understand that. At times, I still see the pain in your eyes. The pain that lingers and wallows with in you- you're faulty, but so am I. We are broken, but together we can make each other feel whole. Tonight, you are with me- your arm lingers around my waist and your lips are against my neck. The warmth of your skin feels so good, feels so right. In a blissful moment of lust, I see peace in your eyes. And that means more to me, then those three little words. the end

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