In The Rain

In The Rain

By: Sarah [sarah@ivory-corset.com]
Genre: AU/angst/mild smut
Characters: Max/Original
Rated: R
Parts: 1/1

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The rain fell in heavy sheets. On this night, the dispiriting New Mexico sky was occasionally alit with sporadic bolts of angry lightning that stretched their glowing arms down to the horizon. The rain soaked through his shirt to his dampened skin, sending an utter chill to his bones. Weakly, he fought the odd urge to shiver against the warm sensation of the night's breeze colliding with the moisture collected upon his lean form.

All the while, he told his limbs not to cease their unforgiving pace, managing to keep himself upright along the way of his journey. The only prominent issue he had encountered so far was that he had yet to understand what exactly his journey was. With an unsteady and quaking hand, he reached up to recklessly throw his hair off his forehead, making sure to slick the tousled chocolate mess away from his eyes. Rain had begun to bead off its ends, blurring and distorting his vision. Blinking repeatedly against the incessant downfall, he searched desperately for an empty corner, an overhang, or just a place where he might possibly find solace on such a dreary night. He stumbled into a desolate alley wedged tightly between two darkened shops recently abandoned of passerby in the eerie dead of the night. Leaning against the rough sediment of the weathered concrete wall, he ceased his heavy breathing and listened.

Roswell seemed to have passed away this night, left truly and gone away to a new berth of nostalgia, away from the severe madness the innocent civilization had lapsed into. Not a sound could be heard apart from the heavy rain slapping violently against the sidewalk, roads, and roofs. As he allowed himself to drift further into the violent noise, it became deafening, clouding and corrupting his senses. Lost completely to the darkness were his respected senses of caution. An awareness he had endured for so long. An awareness he wished to be released from.

Fists clenched and head lowered, he allowed his body to sink languidly to the slick pavement beneath his feet. Once there, he ceased his thoughts and allowed his mind to let go completely, am enfant feeling he was beginning to relish. It seemed as though ages had passed, hours upon years upon ages when he felt it.

Viciously ripped from his placid rever the the sensation of cool flesh against his own through the thin cotton of his shirt was sudden, and its implications painful. Without considering any plausible explanations, he reached out with an immense speed and strength to grip his intruder forcefully. Raising his weak eyelids against their will, his line of vision met with his own fingers wrapped tightly around a slender wrist. Rain was falling mercilessly from its length as though water from the tap. Letting go abruptly, he rose from his crouched position on the wet pavement and stood to back away a few steps upon a natural predatory instinct. His pattern of breathing heavy, he allowed his gaze to slide up the slight form of a shivering woman until it came to rest upon her face. Her features were soft, made strangely pure by the rain which he now noticed was streaming down her long raven hair to her cheeks and down further to collect in a small pool at the base of her neck.

"Max."

Her lips, now slightly parted, made no attempt to form any further words. Max discovered that he could not find his voice, despite the repercussions of his un-chosen silence. Clenching and unclenching his fists, he stood stronger before her now, yet still unable to make any prominent movements. Looking to her, he found that her gleaming night-darkened eyes were mirroring his own determined and relentless gaze. The two forms were existing in a wordless battle, a fight that Max sensed could not be victorious for either opponent. She came up to him slowly, the heels of her heavy leather boots humming sy acy across the slick asphalt. She moved euphorically, until she was merely a few inches away from his own panting figure. He became accustomed, then, to the fact that she was only tall enough for her line of vision to meet with his now heaving chest. Unsure of her expectations, Max remained motionless.

Still quaking from her slight storm-induced fever, her hand shook tremendously as it rose slowly to fall upon the left side of his chest. His eyelids fluttered gracefully open and closed once more, as his form grew rigid against her foreign yet strangely familiar touch. The gods take his soul; he was leaning into the touch. Who could dare to smite their wrath upon his soul for embracing such a touch? A tempting touch, but a genuine one bursting with an innocence he couldn't place his finger on. Without even his slightest consent, his lips parted and he exerted a heavy but rapid breath in response to the sensation.

Upon his reaction she rose her eyes to benevolently greet his once more and moved her hand gently, trailing it across his collarbone, and sifting her fingertips lightly upon the sensitive length of his neck. Her actions prompted visible chills to race through his body and his chin quivered slightly against the rain the fell from it. As she was preparing to lift her hand to his cheek, he suddenly shot forward to subdue her actions. Taking her hand completely into his own, he brought them together to tlacelace where his heart was beating rapidly against his chest. His blood was racing through it like wildfire and he felt as if it my burst from its stronghold at any second.

Both breathing heavily, they stared utterly mystified into each other's eyes. Time seemed to slow at that precise moment, and the rain hitting the pavement became lethargic. Every drop seemed miles apart from the next, diminishing after many seconds upon colliding with the ground. Suddenly, she made a feeble attempt in averting her gaze, only to be trapped by the strong hand that rose to cup her cheek and fix her eyes to his once more. Now that he had her where he desired, he made the subconscious decision to continue this sinful game, this wordless addiction that kept the two lonely strangers fixated in the dark rain-soaked alley.

"Don't," she whispered, her voice barely audible against the growing storm.

Her single plea was all he had needed up until that moment. Without so much as a warning, his lips collided with hers timorously. Roughly, he trust hisgue gue forward in the honorable advantage that she had parted her lips to gasp as he had descended upon her. Against his chest now, her hands took fistfuls of cotton and tightened around the material, unwilling to be ravaged bys mys mysterious acquaintance, yet unwilling to leave him. They shared a bond now. One only the gray clouds and booming thunder could understand. One that only the deliquescent nature that fell from the sky in such great multitudes this night could translate.

With little exertion he managed to remove his hands from her hair, leaving the tangled mess in quite the disarray, and push her roughly against the nearby wall. The unsorted bricks were harsh against the thin moistened silk of her chemise and tore through to her skin with the force in which Max had put her against the mass. She allowed herself only a soft whimper against his fevered kisses, to which he responded with the tightening of his fingers beneath her shirt. His rain-slicked hands began their journey at the soft curve of her hips before they trailed vigorously along the small of her back. All the while, he brought her closer and closer to him still, until there was utterly no space existing between the pair of star-crossed strangers. His hands continued their path to the undersides of her arms before wrapping around to her front. Shamelessly, he took firm hold of her breast and applied an unexpected gentle sensation which brought fourth an incoherent moan as his reward for such fervor.

Unable to prolong his need, he pulled his tongue softly from her mouth and ran it along her own silky lips. He placed a shy multitude of light kisses around the perimeter of her mouth, tasting the rain that had gathered in the small space above her voluptuous upper lip. His fingertips left her bosom to trail down her abdomen, until they curled firmly around the waistband of her ivory slacks. He lowered his gaze to meet her own.

"Please," she whimpered. An apparent desire had been growing inside her without her notice until this very moment.

Nimbly, his fingers wrapped around the trio of buttons one at a time, teasing her with a painful slowness. Her reaction was to tousle his slick mess of hair then pull roughly at its ends. Bringing his lips to hers once more, she kissed him fervently and thoroughly. Their tongues dueled, playing an ensemble in nothing other than the minor key. Upon finally releasing all the clasps from their rightful places, he slipped his hands southerly, and slid her slacks from the gentle curve of her hips. When he was sure she was placed firmly against the brick blockade behind them, he freed himself roughly and thrust into her without a trace of innocence. His mind raced feverishly. He had become lost to himself completely. Though not entirely a negative feeling, for he felt free, he felt capable. Most importantly, he felt in control. And it was with that notion that he allowed himself to transfer these feelings onto the writhing and pulsing flesh beneath him.

She whimpered in response to his sudden and relentless abrasive behavior. Lacking in his apparent strength, she could do no more than dig her nails into his shoulders, no doubt leaving angry red marks in their wake. Feeling the pain beading from his shoulders to his chest, he moved his hands to the undersides of her legs and raised them from the pavement. He began to thrust into her powerfully and with no sense of himself or even the fearful girl that existed beneath his heated form.

As they climbed closer and closer together, she gripped at his neck and thrust her hips from against the wall to meet his own. Leaning in, she bit gently at his ear and whispered sweet nothings to him, bringing him closer and closer still with every tickle her breath made against his sensitive skin. Inside his head, lights were flashing. He was to arrive at any second. He could feel the pain growing inside him. He had to let it go and he had to allow the lifeless form he was becoming out. Taking hold of her hips and bringing them to a full stop, he rested his forehead innocently against her own and allowed his eyes to flutter closed as he released himself inside of her. A deep breath escaped his lips, ceasing the panting he had been exerting for so long.

Gently, she toyed with the baby fine hair at the base of his neck. For her, breathing naturally was proving to be quite the challenge after such actions. He released her hips slowly, and placed a strong hand to the small of her back to steady her as her trembling feet hit the rain-slicked asphalt. Their foreheads never left the comforting stasis in which they had developed. Once she had found her voice, she took the opportunity to speak to the man who had not uttered an entire word since they had met.

"Max?" she inquired slowly.

The rain had slowed now, and only a few scattered drops were touching the pavement before being soaked up greedily by the parched asphalt.

"I'm trapped," he whispered suddenly and with an air of anxiety. The fearfulness inside him seemed to emanate to her in waves of sorrow. "I'm trapped."

"Max?" she inquired once more, but she couldn't help but notice he seemed lost to her now. "Max?" Her voice was growing desperate.

"Max? Wake up." A very different but just as familiar tone was now grating and pestering like fingernails to a chalkboard at the center of his mind.

He opened his eyes once more to find the familiar face staring at him. Concern was written plainly across her features.

"Liz?" he was utterly breathless. Taking a minute to calm his nerves, he allowed himself to familiarize with his surroundings once more. The Crashdown. Midday. Outside, the well-lit, dry, dusty New Mexico streets were practically glowing with heat.

The four of them, Liz, Michael, Isabel, and Maria were staring at him in sheer concern and amazement. It was no doubt they were frightened, for he was as well. He was Unspeakably frightened for himself. Frightened of his revelation. He understood now, what they could never know. Who, what, and how he truly was.

"Where'd you go, buddy?" Michael inquired with a general air of disinterest. The others looked to him, impatiently awaiting his reply.

"I was home."

End