Michael wrapped the man in his arms and, with a little help of his brain, he carried him back to the bed. After settling down Michael knelt before him, hands on his lover's thighs and looked up into his face. Usually at this point there was no talking, just more removal of clothing and sexy times, but this time Michael reached up and brushed his fingers over the new marks on Alex's ribs.
"Why...why did they do this to you?" Michael thought this place would be different. Everyone seemed to be out in the open with whom they were. Alien, human, gay... it didn't seem to matter here.