Reclaiming the Past (Slash,Z/Mi,ADULT) [COMPLETE]

[magikhands]

Winner Round 13



Title: Reclaiming the Past
Author: magikhands
Rating: ADULT Slash Zan/Michael
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Roswell…They belong to their rightful owners.
Summary: A challenge set by StormyBear for a Z/Mi fic. ‘Graduation’ never happened!

A/N: I’ve never done a challenge before so be nice…I know, there is suppose to be a make out scene on a motorcycle…well, it’s in the next chapter

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Chapter 1

Michael stepped outside and took a long, deep breath, letting the cool night air fill his lungs before he slowly let it out. He looked around and was amazed to see all the people who still stood in line outside. The club was already packed so he knew that it was a good night. He looked at his watch and sighed. Almost midnight and there was still one more set to go.

The thumping of the music was so loud, it could be heard outside. All the noise was giving him a headache. He hated these clubs and thought he’d seen the last of them but he was here for Maria. She was asked to do a charity fund raising event and had several sets to perform that night. Michael sighed and let his thoughts wander back to the past.

After they all graduated, Maria’s music career soared, but this time, unlike her first visit to New York, it was her music, her way. They had all grown up a lot by then so he’d shown more support for her choice in career this time around. They were back together at the time and he decided to accompany her to New York. While she was busy with her music, Michael had decided to take some art courses. That was the one subject he had really enjoyed in high school and excelled at so he thought he’d go with it. His teacher showed his work to some friends of hers and a gallery soon picked him up, giving him his own fame.

He and Maria were good together for a long time. Their careers gave them the space that they needed for their relationship, yet they were there for each other but as in the past, they began arguing and the tension built so much that they could barely stand to be in each others presence. They were both stubborn and refused to move out of the town house they’d bought together. It was a long, hard road but they finally worked out all their problems and repaired the damage done to their relationship.

In the end, he and Maria decided to leave it at friendship. They loved each other but had many times seen that they were not meant to be romantically involved with each other. Of course, living together and having such a close friendship had its built in benefits when the occasion arose. Maria was now Michael’s best friend and roommate. They talked more often and openly now than they ever did since they’d known each other. They were both happy with their lives.

Michael looked out over the crowd again. His eyes grazing over the sea of faces when his gaze froze upon one particular face. The face had familiar amber colored eyes. One winked and the mouth curved into a smirk before the person turned and walked down the alley that ran next to the club.

Michael’s breath rushed out as he quickly moved into motion. All calm and serenity that he’d felt the past weeks fled his body. Michael still took the welfare of the group seriously though they were spread out across the US. He was constantly in touch with everyone, playing his protector role perfectly. Michael had at first argued about them all splitting up and going their separate ways but he soon realized that they all had their own dreams that needed to be fulfilled and that they made a pact to keep in touch and to let the others know if they suspected anything unusual. So far, it had worked.

Michael knew that if there was another shape shifter or new alien around he would have to take care of it. Max’s location was well out of public eye so when trouble came to town, it always ran straight into Michael’s path. He was Rath reborn. King Zan’s second in command. The one who would know where the King was.

Michael cautiously turned into the darkened alleyway. His right hand was raised, his energy gathered and ready. He took several steps into the darkness then stopped, listening. He heard nothing, saw nothing move. Still using caution, and letting his instincts guide him, he went further down. The light faded with every step he took but his eyesight was keen. Better than an average human. Michael was halfway down the alley when he heard a slight movement, making him stop. He held his breath and listened.

“Rath.” A voice called out softly behind him.

Michael turned swiftly and let out his blast. It was not meant to be deadly but just strong enough to stun his opponent. “Fuck!” Michael growled as a green shield rose and deflected the blast with ease.

“Max?” Michael’s voice was breathless as adrenaline rushed through his system. He’d only known Max to obtain the power to build a shield such as that.

“Your King still has his nose up his human’s ass.” The voice hissed from the shadows that seemed to cling to him.

That voice was familiar to Michael but the tone was harsher, huskier than the one he knew. “Who the hell are you?” Michael asked through gritted teeth. His hand was still raised and ready to fire.

The man stepped closer to Michael and a dim light seemed to illuminate him from some unknown source. Michael’s breath caught. The man that stood before him looked like Max, sounded like Max but different at the same time. He had the same face, eyes, and build but everything else was not familiar. Where Max was clean cut and shaven, this man’s hair was longer, brushing his shoulders, the cut not so neat with the ends curling at the end. His face had at least a three-day growth on it and an earring in his left ear. He wore black boots, black leather pants, and a tight black button up shirt. Michael didn’t think that Max ever looked like that in all black.

“You’re…Zan.” Michael said in disbelief. There was only one other person on the Earth that could possibly look like his brother without being a shape shifter. “But you’re supposed to be…”

“Dead.” Zan finished for him chuckling. “Yeah, well, my dear sister tried hard but failed miserably.”

“Where the hell have you been?” Michael asked. Anger churned in his body, thinking of the crap that their dupes had put them all through when they were trying to get to the Granolith. If Zan was anything like the others, Michael had to be careful. Lonnie and Rath had lied and manipulated everyone. He had been fooled once, not again.

Zan stepped closer to Michael. “Around. Watching. Waiting.”

Zan’s suddenly closeness affected Michael. He could now smell that Zan had a unique musky scent. “For what?” he managed to ask without his voice giving away how his insides were beginning to quiver.

Zan came another step closer. He now stood but three inches from Michael. Michael swallowed hard as the other man’s scent penetrated his senses. He looked into those amber eyes and saw that they were flecked with brown. Something Max’s did not have. He could feel the heat that radiated from Zan’s body and something inside of Michael began to pulse, come alive. It was something that he’d never felt before and was not sure what it was.

“For the right time.” Zan stated, his voice becoming deeper.

“Right time?” the question came out weakly. Michael’s body began to tremble as if he were cold, but instead felt a strange warmth spread within his veins. He struggled to keep his breath even as his heart raced, pounding hard in his chest. His blood rushed to his groin, filling his dick and causing his pants to become suddenly tight.

“To find MY Rath.” Zan stated, filled with possessiveness.

“I’m not Rath.” Michael’s voice filled with anger. He was not going to be compared to the egotistical idiot that he’d met before. He gasped as he felt Zan’s hand curl around the back of his neck. The flesh upon flesh seared into his blood, the warmth began to heat to a slow boil.

“Yes you are. And it’s time to serve your King.”

Zan pulled Michael’s head down capturing his lips. Michael was shocked at what was happening but more so at how his body was responding to Zan’s actions. His mouth was greedily opening to Zan’s and their tongues began to gently caress the other. Michael couldn’t believe he was standing in a darkened alley, kissing the dupe of the man he thought of as a brother.

Michael put his hands on Zan’s shoulders to push him away but instead, his fingers curled around them, pulling him closer. Michael let out a groan as he felt Zan’s body pressing against his, Zan’s hardness rubbing against his own. Never had such sensations rocketed through his body, not even with Maria, who he’d thought at one time to be his true love.

Zan turned them so that he leaned against the cold brick wall. Michael eased back enough so his hands could gravitate down Zan’s shirt, the buttons releasing from their hole with every touch until his flesh could be seen. Michael pulled away from Zan’s lips and began placing kisses on Zan’s chest. Michael relented and let a long buried instinct emerge, controlling his body. He slid his lips over to a nipple and was surprised to find it pierced. He took the nipple ring between his teeth and gently tugged upon it. Zan let out a gasp and let his hands thread into Michael’s hair.

“Rath.” His breathless voice sounded in the darkness when Michael gave the other nipple identical treatment. He felt that Michael’s body had stiffened but his tongue and lips continued its ministrations to Zan’s hard buds.

Zan moved his hands from Michael’s hair to his shoulders and gently pushed him down to his knees. Michael went down, his body willingly doing what Zan wanted. Michael loosened Zan’s belt and freed his hard length from its constricted confines.

Zan looked down at Michael who tenderly held his cock. Memories from another life bombarded him at the sight of Rath down on his knees before his King, eager to serve him. To please him. To love him.

“Suck me Rath.” Zan’s tone husky and harsh, filled with want.

Michael looked up at Zan. He’d heard the need that laced Zan’s voice and he felt the urge to fulfill that need, to make it disappear, to satisfy this man. He did not know Zan but yet, he did and it had more to do than him looking like Max. He wanted Zan, sexually, mentally, physically. Anyway he could have him, he wanted Max’s dupe. But…he wasn’t Rath. He was Michael. He was a warrior, a protector and would never try to kill his…hell, he didn’t know. Max was a brother. What was Zan?

Michael’s eyes locked onto Zan’s in the dim light that illuminated their space. “Please.” His voice held a plea. “Michael. I’m Michael.”

Zan nodded then groaned as Michel took his stiff cock into his mouth. Michael’s wet, warm mouth sent a fiery blaze through his soul. It felt wonderful. It had been so long since he’d felt like this. A first in this lifetime. Zan leaned against the wall and let the sensations Michael’s mouth was causing flow freely through his body.

Michael sucked the hard rod deeper down his throat, surprised he wasn’t gagging. He hadn’t a clue what he was doing but somehow it felt familiar. The more he sucked on Zan, the louder his groans became and the more Michael’s body responded to those sounds. Never had he been so filled with the need to cum before. He felt Zan’s balls harden as his hand gently caressed them. Michael pulled in more of Zan into him and groaned as Zan’s hands gripped his hair hard, fucking his mouth.

“Michael!” Zan hissed as he let his cum slid down Michael’s throat.

Michael quickly swallowed the liquid that fell into the back of his throat but when Zan finally said his name, his real name, Michael’s body trembled and released his own orgasm into his pants.

Michael let go of Zan’s, now soft dick, and sat there, gasping for breath. His orgasm had been intense, and well…different. He’d never cum without anyone touching him before. Zan helped Michael up and drew him into a tender kiss. It was still heated with passion but sated somewhat.

“I knew you were him.” Zan smirked then walked off down the alley.

Michael was still surprised at what had just occurred. He allowed his trembling legs to give out from under him and sank to the ground leaning against the rough, brick wall. He drew his knees up and propped his arms and head on them. Every movement caused the sticky liquid in his pants to rub into his skin, reminding him of the reality of what just happened. He sat there feeling numb, confused but sated all at the same time.

Finally, after letting his body calm, Michael got up and used his powers to clean up his appearance and pants. He walked slowly back up to the club and went in, determined to block the occurrence. At least until he could get home and give it some thought. He didn’t feel the eyes watching him enter the building or see the lips that smiled in triumph.

TBC...

[magikhands]

Chapter 2

Since his encounter with Zan, Michael began having dreams. These dreams felt so real. Even more so than the ones he’d shared with Isabel when they were teenagers. They invaded his sleep nightly, causing him to wake, his body shimmering with sweat, his dick hard and filled with an aching need that he knew only Zan could relieve. Zan, the man who not only haunted his sleep, but also his waking hours. Sometimes Michael could smell Zan’s musky scent in the air or hear him in the back of his mind, calling to him, beckoning him.

These dreams were different than any others before. He didn’t recognize himself in the dreams but he knew that one of the men were him. The other one Zan. Michael soon realized that these dreams were not really dreams at all, but memories. Rath’s memories. Of another time, another place.

During this time, Rath and Zan were lovers. They grew up together, were best friends, and loved each other greatly. This revelation did not surprise Michael after his short time with Zan. What he had felt during that time, he knew that there was a history with their original selves. Tess had once told him that Antarian took mates and lovers of either sex. At the time Michael could not comprehend being with Max, they were like brothers, and at that time of his life, he loved Maria. But since then, he’d found out that Max did not inherit the original Zan’s soul, just as the Rath he’d met did not have the original Rath’s soul.

These dreams that Michael were having told him of his past. Things that he never remembered before. It showed him Rath and Zan’s deep love. But unlike other Antarians, they were unable to bond. Zan had to marry Ava out of duty and produce an heir while Zan’s father set Rath up with Vilondra, knowing that she loved another, as did he. It was all for Antar’s sake, so everyone was made to suffer for the sake of the planet.

As the dreams grew clearer and acutely vivid, Michael watched, as the two men love each other. How they gave their bodies only to each other and wanted desperately to be open with their love. Just the night before, the dreams reveled the images of Zan and Rath performing an old, sacred ritual. It was one thought to have been lost through the wars and centuries but Zan had found it. He was determined to have Rath tied to him one way or another, no matter the cost.

Rath had met Zan in a cave outside of the Palace. It was dark, cool, and smelled of dirt. Zan led the way through the tunnels that wound into the mountain. They found the chamber that had a stone altar at the back of the room. They placed the two torches at the altar then slowly undressed each other until they stood naked before each other. Rath leaned toward his lover and kissed him with passion.

Zan pulled back and took Rath by the hand until they kneeled at the altar. On top of the alter was a small wooden bowl along with a six inch silver knife. Zan picked up the knife with his right hand and faced Rath. Zan took the left hand offered to him and preceded to cut the palm. Rath took the knife and did the same to Zan. Neither flinched as the skin in their palms were opened and blood oozed from the wounds.

Together, they said words that Michael did not understand but knew that it had to do with the joining ritual that was occurring. Zan and Rath’s blood mixed together as they held their hands over the bowl, letting their blood spill until it was filled a quarter of the way full. Zan then picked up the bowl, looked at Rath, and said several words before drinking half he blood from the bowl. Rath then did the same, finishing off the rest of the blood.

Rath reached out to Zan and pulled his King into his embrace. They shared a heated kiss before moving over to a blanket that had been spread on the ground earlier. As their embrace and touches became more passionate, the blood that still seeped from their wounds, mixed once more when Zan took Rath’s hand in his, pressing the cuts together.

“Mine.” Zan whispered raggedly before taking Michael into his mouth.

“For eternity.” Rath answered in a gasp, feeling Zan’s warmth surround him.

They made love on the blanket, before the altar, completing the joining ritual, bonding the two souls together for all eternity. This ritual had not been used in centuries due to the high risk. As Antarians changed, so did their morals and lifestyles. Yes, Antarians mated, often for life as they bonded but it was becoming more and more scarce as mates left seeking others. Much like how the divorce rate in America rose each year. So, the ritual got lost, because to join together two souls for eternity that hated each other was a fate worse than death itself.

Michael had woken each morning, knowing that his other half had finally found him. He now ached for Zan, knowing that after having a taste of him, he’d never be of sound mind with out him. Every morning since meeting Zan, Michael tried to relieve the pressure in his lower body but to no avail. Only Zan could satisfy him but knowing this had not solved Michael’s problem of finding Zan. The man was MIA causing Michael more frustration than the ache that lived inside of him.

TBC...

[magikhands]

Chapter 3

Michael walked out the back entrance of the art gallery where his new exhibit was opening in less than a week and he’d been working long, late hours trying to get it all set up. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to home and catch a couple of hours of sleep. He ached for a deep slumber that was not filled with dreams or images of Zan. Michael sighed and ran a hand over his face, hoping he could stay awake a little while longer.

Michael looked to where he had his motorcycle parked in the alley and cursed. He stopped several feet from it, reluctant to go any closer. He did not want to be within inches of his desire. His body was already responding as he felt his heart quicken upon sight of the other man. He could only imagine what would happen at that moment if he touched Zan.

“Get the fuck off my bike.” Michael growled, his anger evident.

Zan raised a brow and stayed seated on the motorcycle. “Attitude tonight?” A slight smirk formed on his lips.

Michael glared at Zan. He’d heard nothing from Zan in a week and that had pissed him off. There was no way that Zan could walk into his life, awaken something deep inside then disappear. Michael had sworn to himself that he would make it known if he ever saw Zan again. However, Michael didn’t count on the anger that he’d had the last couple of days would fade as he looked at the other alien. There was so much he wanted to say and to know but his mind went completely blank as he eyes settled on Zan’s lips. Those beautiful, pink lips that seemed to beg to be kissed.

Michael mentally shook himself out of those thoughts and scowled at Zan. “What the hell do you want Zan?” His voice was gruff but it was an effort to keep it that way. How in the world did he do that? Michael wondered. Zan was just standing there, looking at him and not really saying anything but Michael felt himself falling into a spell, mesmerized by him.

“You, Michael.” Zan finally answered, his voice deep and husky.

“Fuck you. Now get off my bike.” Michael said but his words had begun to lose some of its heat.

“I plan on it.” Zan’s smirk still gracing his lips.

Michael’s eyes widened slightly at Zan’s blatant nature.

“Come here Michael.” Michael took a cautious step closer. His body could not resist the smooth beckoning. “Let’s go for a ride.”

Michael’s brow rose questioningly. This man was a mystery. He’d shown up when he was supposed to be dead, somehow manipulated him to give a blowjob while leaving him aching and wanting more from him, then just disappears for days only to reappear as if out of nowhere. Michael wanted to cuss him, kiss him, punch him and fuck him all at the same time. This could not be normal.

“Where?”

“Get on Michael.” Came another subtle command that Michael could not seem to refuse. How did Zan have this power of him yet he seemed to have no effect on Zan?

Michael stepped up to Zan and locked eyes. Something within Michael called out to him and Michael now began to truly understand his feeling for this man. Like Max and Liz, who thought themselves soul-mates, he and Zan were. Ones that stretched time and distance until they found one another again.

Michael’s lips crashed down on Zan’s and he felt Zan’s body stiffen in surprise to the action. Michael dominated Zan’s mouth as the want he’d felt all week flowed. Michael let a hand fall to Zan’s crotch and felt the hardness that pressed on his dark, leather pants. Michael broke the kiss then got on the bike without a word. He did not see the wicked smirk that graced Zan’s lips.

Zan directed Michel through the city streets occasionally kissing Michael’s nick. This was a distraction to Michael and he had to fight the response that his body wanted to take. It was not the safest to get so distracted while driving a motorcycle in a large city. But that did not seem to bother Zan because when they riding on the darkened streets, Zan would wrap his arm around Michael’s waist and rub Michael’s groin.

Zan could feel the vibration of Michael’s growl as his lips came in contact with the long throat and felt the desire that was building a step at a time in Michael. Their bond was becoming clearer to him, stronger as he spent more time touching him. It was becoming an overwhelming thing, much like he remembered.

Michael drove past a popular club and into the alley that ran along side of it as Zan instructed. It was a place called “Gate To Paradise”. Michael had never been here before but had heard of it. It was said to be quite the place for the adventurous types. They say that instead of passing around trays of hour dours, they had condoms on the trays. All sorts of young socialites, musicians, and entertainment people was seen here.

Michael stopped the bike by a back entrance. Zan got off the bike but before Michael could also, he climbed on in front of Michael, facing him. Michael arched a brow to Zan’s action wondering what he had in mind.

Zan possessed Michael’s lips with his own, their tongues tangling in battle together. They both felt the desire that rose as Zan pulled Michael closer. Their bodies pressed against each other, Zan’s hands on each side of Michael’s head while Michael mimicked him. Their cravings spread from one body to the other as their lost love flared to life. He could feel Michael finally opening up to him, like he’d done to no other. That was when the flashes began.

Zan gasped in Michael’s mouth but their contact never broke as he watched Michael’s life fly by in his mind. He saw how scared he was when he hatched and how he ran from the lights out in the desert. How he ran from Max and Isabel also. Zan felt and saw the many beating that Michael received from Hank growing up and how he only found a place to belong with Max and Isabel. Then Maria came into his life like a hurricane, along with Liz, Alex, Tess and later Jesse. He felt the betrayal at what Tess had done to them, the grief of seeing his best friend life seem to fall apart, and how it all ended with Maria. Essentially, Zan saw Michael’s entire life.

Michael’s body stiffened against Zan, and he knew that his lover was seeing his life just as he was watching Zan’s. He saw how he grew up in the sewers of New York City, felt Zan’s grief at feeling unwhole, watched as his sister and supposed best friend had tried to kill him and how it had taken him months to heal from it. He knew that Michael was feeling the pain and agony that he’d felt during that time and then the determination of finding the real Rath. The one that he had loved on Antar.

Zan felt Michael’s hand slide down his body then glide between his thighs. Michael’s hand cupped Zan’s bulge that strained against his tight pants. That slight touch sent Zan’s body reeling. He ached to bury his cock into Michael, his soul mate. He groaned into Michael’s mouth before pulling away slightly, nipping at Michael’s bottom lip.

Michael’s body was reacting much the same as Zan’s. The flashes were gone but he was in awe of their intensity. He’d received flashes from Maria through the years but nothing like this. He felt more connected to Zan. They’d grown up apart, but Michael felt now that he’d known Zan all of his life. He’d felt Zan’s pain and realized how Zan had grown to be a harsh, detached man. Growing up in the place he did with the dupes was not easy on him. Especially when he knew that somewhere out in the world was a man who’s soul was his better half. Michael, himself, had not remembered his other life but he did feel as if there was something or someone missing from his life, out there waiting for him. Little did he know that the someone was his brother’s duplicate.

They broke apart, their breathing labored and the desire running fiercely through their bodies.

“What is it about you and alleys?” Michael asked, trying to lighten their sexual need.

Zan chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t know, but they are so much fun with you.”

Zan got off the bike and waited for Michael. One day soon, he thought, he’d have to bend Michael over the machine and fuck him hard and fast. It was a carnal thought, but he wanted to hear Michael moan and cling to the metal of the motorcycle as Zan pumped his tight ass.

Michael got off the bike and followed Zan through the back door none the wiser to Zan’s thoughts. They walked through a small dim hall then went through another door. Like all the other clubs, the music boomed loudly and made it sometimes hard to talk. Zan walked to the staircase where a large, very muscular black man stood. His arms were crossed and looked menacing at Michael.

“Hey Sam. Quiet tonight?”

The one called Sam smiled, flashing his white teeth at Zan. “Yes sir. It’s pretty tame so far. I’ve only broken up one fight.”

Zan patted the man on the shoulder as he went around the man. “This is Michael. My guest.” Sam nodded politely at Michael but didn’t speak.

Zan led the way up the stairs until they reached a catwalk that ran the length of the building. Looking to his right Michael saw the dance floor. It was not as packed as it has said to be but it was a weeknight. Most clubs were slower than during the weekends. The moving bodies on the floor swayed to the music looking like they were really having a great time. There were several cages suspended around the room that held either men or women in them, all dancing and putting on a show for the patrons. There were also several servers moving through the floor skirting the dance floor holding trays in their hands. Looking closely, he found that they held a variety of packaged condoms. Well, that put an end to one rumor, it was a true fact.

Michael looked to his left and his eyes widened. He looked down into a large room that was somewhat smaller than the main room. It was similar to the dance room, colorful lights lit all around but the corners and the people that were in this room were doing a different kind of dancing. There were men having sex with women, men with men, women with women, and then there were just outright orgies taking place on large pillows that were spread around the room.

Zan had stood quietly as Michael looked on both sides of the catwalk. He then pressed his body against Michael’s back.

“A very popular room.” He said into Michael’s ear. “Let me knew if you want to visit.”

Chills ran down Michael’s spine. The thought of being down among those bodies was enticing but he knew that he only wanted one person. Only Zan could relieve the ache that filled his body. Only Zan could completely satisfy his hunger.

“You got VIP rights, huh? Impressive.” Michael observed wondering how Zan got those rights.

Zan chuckled, his chest vibrating against Michael’s back. “You could say that considering I’m the owner.”

This was a total surprise to Michael. “You? Did this?”

“The anonymous Mr. J. That’s me. My employees know me as Mr. Jones. Only Sam down there knows my name is really Zan. It was he that found me and took me in as I healed.”

Michael turned and looked at Zan. Now he knew why Sam looked familiar to Michael and why he seemed so protective of Zan. He’d seen him very briefly in Zan’s flashes. He knew what Zan was, he was Zan’s human confidant just as Maria, Liz and Jesse were theirs.

Zan took Michael’s hand and pulled him to the stairs. “We’ve got business to finish.” Zan pulled Michael down the stairs and past Sam. “Absolutely no disturbances Sam unless the place is burning down.” He called out. Michael risked a glance behind him and found that big man with a slight smile on his lips and nodding his head.

Zan took Michael back into the dark hall to another door further down. Zan used his powers to open it then proceeded down the stairs. Their footsteps echoed, the music almost fading as they walked further down. The stairs ended at a door. Zan waved his hand over the wall and a glowing handprint appeared, much like the one from the Granolith chamber. Zan placed his hand on it and the door slid open. As soon as Michael stepped inside, it closed behind him.

Michael looked around the dim room. It was a studio apartment layout. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, an area sectioned off for the kitchen and a couch with a large TV in front of it. It had a very cozy, comfortable feel to it. Michael liked it. It reminded him of his first apartment back in Roswell.

“Are we ready to play Michael?” Zan asked standing in front of him. His eyes seemed to have darkened and his voice became lower.

Michael’s body began a fine tremble as his mind and body anticipated what was to come. He nodded and lifted a hand to Zan’s lips. His fingertips gently caressed and traced the smooth red skin. His eyes were transfixed on them as they gapped open and he could feel the hot breath rush out. He raised his eyes to meet the brown-flecked amber eyes. They were beautiful eyes that Michael could enjoy looking into for the rest of his life.

Michael let his hands lightly moved down Zan’s chest until they reached the bulge in his pants. He felt a shiver run through Zan’s body as his fingertips swept over his body. This pleased Michael greatly. With a swipe of his hand, Michael disintegrated Zan’s pants causing Zan to gasp as Michael’s bare hand was now cupping his balls and stiff dick.

“I hope you realize that those were $2,000 pants that you just made go ‘poof’. Zan panted. His body was humming with the feel of Michael’s body so close to his and the feel of his hand upon his most intimate parts.

Michael smirked at Zan but said no words. He released Zan’s cock and both his hands went to Zan’s shirt. With a quick jerk, the shirt ripped open, buttons flying across the room. He pushed the shirt from his lover’s body as he crashed his lips down onto Zan’s. Michael’s own dick was straining against his jeans that the sensation was almost painful but he barely felt it as his concentration was on Zan’s mouth. His taste and smell filled Michael’s senses, bringing his blood to a slow boil. The desire that swam through him grew with each passing minute, with each touch.

Michael managed to pull free from Zan’s eager mouth. He felt a cool air on his back and realized that Zan had gotten rid of his t-shirt, leaving him in just his jeans. Michael took a step back and admired the gorgeous body that was Zan. The muscles throughout his body were well defined, as if he’d been lifting weights for years. There was a large scar that ran along his right side and went around to his back. He wanted to reach out and touch it, trace it but he knew that he would have plenty of time later for that and the story behind it.

The nipple rings glinted as the light reflected off of them with Zan’s slight movement. Michael thought that Zan was an absolutely beautiful specimen. Within his mind, he could feel Zan’s presence begin to grow. He could almost reach out and touch him with his mind. He could feel that Zan was getting anxious and wanted Michael’s touch on his body. All these new thoughts and feelings were new to Michael but he was positive that it would become second nature to have them in him.

Michael remembered Max telling him of his bond to Liz. How he knew when she was near even if they weren’t in the same room, how he could feel her feelings within him, and how sometimes, in their most intimate times together, they could hear each other’s thoughts. He had longed to have that with Maria when Max told him that but now he knew why it had never happened. He had that with someone else, buried deep within his body, his mind. He just had to find that person to activate it again. Zan.

“You are beautiful.” Michael whispered as he stepped back up to Zan. His hands slowly roamed the naked body that stood there. Their eyes locked and he felt Zan’s hands begin to caress his bare chest. Somehow, Michael maneuvered them toward the bed and they two ended up lying next to each other.

Michael kissed Zan’s lips gently then gave him a small grin. He moved his body down Zan’s, his mouth stopping to tease the nipple closest to him. His teeth took hold of the gold circle of his piercing and gently tugged on it. Zan hissed at the sensation that it caused. Michael looked up and saw that there was a mixture of pain and pleasure that lit his face. Once more he tugged and got the same response. He could see the desire that clouded Zan’s eyes and knew that his cock was hard and throbbing without looking. Michael’s tongue gently soothed the nipple before he stood from the bed.

Zan’s eyes were glued to Michael, watching him slowly strip out of his clothing. Michael was not as defined as Zan but he could still see the muscles ripple with movement under his smooth skin. His eyes stayed on Michael when he stood at the foot of the bed between his legs. Zan let a smirk grace his lips as Michael kneeled on the floor and looked to his stiff rod that stood at attention. Before he could say a word, Michael took it into his mouth. He gasped as the wet, warmth of Michael surrounded him.

Michael heard Zan’s reaction to what he was doing and it made him happy. He was finding out that he loved getting a physical reaction from his lover. In fact, he felt the shiver of pleasure in his body at the same moment that Zan felt it. It was starting to get hard to tell whose reactions were whose. Their bond was growing with each touch and Michael loved it.

Slowly, Michael worshiped Zan’s cock, making sure to lick and suck every inch of his cock. Michael sucked his balls into his mouth and gave them a tug. Zan liked this. His body was on fire and he thought that at one time, when Michael lightly touched that sweet spot between his balls and ass, that he was going to explode but he held his control somehow. But he would not be able to if Michael kept this up much longer.

“Michael, come here.” Zan growled.

Michael immediately stopped what he was doing and crawled up Zan’s body. There was a look of confusion on his face.

“How in the hell do you do that?”

Zan took Michael’s face in his hands and kissed his lips lovingly. “Do what?” He asked, playing ignorant.

Michael growled into Zan’s mouth before he was able to speak. “You tell me to do something and my body responds.”

“Oh, that.” Zan murmured as he nipped at Michael’s neck. “I own you Michael. During the bonding ceremony that we performed on Antar, you gave me you body. You willingly gave it to me to do with what I want.”

Michael should have been upset by this revelation but he was too busy feeling a rush of sensations through his body to care. Zan had been slowly moving down Michael’s body while he spoke and his hand as wrapped around his hard dick. If Michael had been thinking clearly, it might have bothered him. All of his life, he’d hated for people to tell him what to do. He’d fought with Max for years though he knew that Max was the leader but that did not stop him from trying. If he’d have been thinking clearly, Michael might have wondered if it was Max or Zan that was the true King, the true leader of the Royals.

“Zan.” Michael hissed his lover’s name when Zan sucked his length into his mouth.

Zan withdrew and looked up at Michael. “Don’t cum until I say.” Then he went back to work on Michael.

Michael groaned and bucked up into Zan’s mouth, fucking the hotness of his mouth. His body felt tight and boiling near to explosion. His body was trembling with need as the urge to cum became stronger by each suck that Zan did upon him. He wanted to blow his load deep into Zan’s throat but Zan had told him not to so his body was unable to achieve release yet.

“Zan…damn…please!” Michael begged.

Zan pulled away and climbed up his body, letting their dicks pressed against each other. “Tell me what you want Michael. Tell me what will make your body happy.” He moved his hips so that his dick rubbed on Michael’s. It was taking a considerable amount of control for him as he teased his lover.

“I want you Zan. I need to cum. Oh, fuck…I want you to fuck me Zan.” Michael gasped. He was so close; the burning was turning into a pain. One that was actually a hurt so good. He wanted more of the delicious pain yet he wanted to sooth it. Michael had never in his life felt like this. So helpless to do anything to achieve his orgasm.

Zan gave Michael a knowing smirk as he lifted his body from his lover’s. His own control was on the brink of breaking, almost willing to beg himself for Michael’s attention. He only pulled away enough to kneel between Michael’s legs and lift them to his shoulders. He shifted his body until his hard length was cradled between the cheeks of Michael’s ass.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Michael hissed, feeling the head of Zan’s dick at his opening. His ass was virgin but he was more than ready to finally feel Zan inside of him.

Zan slowly pressed into Michael. He knew that Michael had never done this before and he wanted it to be a pleasurable as possible. He placed his hand right above Michael’s pelvic bone and let his hand give off a slight glow as he eased the pain that he knew his lover would experience.

When Zan was completely embedded in Michael, he lifted his hand and let Michael’s body adjust to the feel of him. He looked down into Michael’s face and saw the ultimate desire that raged in his lover’s body. He could see it, feel it, and almost taste it as it flowed through his own body. Unable to keep still any longer, Zan slowly began moving in and out of Michael.

Michael groaned as he looked up and locked eyes with Zan. The feeling that Zan was creating was almost maddening as he slowly rocked in and out of his body. His need to cum grew with each stroke of Zan’s dick. His lover’s pace sped faster and neither could contain the moaning that emerged from their throats. Michael reached down and took hold of his own cock and began to stroke it with Zan’s rhythm but he was still unable to cum.

“Hell…Zan…please…I need…” Michael pleaded.

“Yes…” Zan panted. “Cum for me Michael. I want to feel you cum.”

Those words unlocked Michael’s body, freeing him to do just what Zan told him to do. With two strokes Michael shot his cum high, hitting Zan’s taut stomach and cried out Zan’s name.

Zan felt Michael’s ass quiver as he came causing Zan’s own release.

“Fuck! Michael!” Zan called out as he let his load fill Michael’s ass.

Before collapsing next to Michael, Zan gently pulled out of his lover and rolled to lie next to him. With a quiet tenderness, Zan pulled Michael into his arms, both breaths heavy.

“I love you.” Michael whispered onto Zan’s neck.

Zan smiled and pulled Michael closer. “I love you too.”

Together the two fell into a comfortable sleep.

TBC...

[Kes_ALF]

Oh! what a greate part, I just love this fic! althought I would be even more happy if Zan would

bend Michael over the machine and fuck him hard and fast.

I'm sick, i know
Can't wait for the next part

[magikhands]

Sorry it took so long but here is the next chapter. There is one more after this that I'm working on and hopefully, it will be out next week.

Chapter 4

An annoying shrill of a cell phone pierced thestill air. An arm reached out from under the covers and searched through a pair of pants until it found the phone. The hand flipped the flap and brought it to an ear.

“Michael! Where the hell are you?”

“Maria?” Michael grumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.

“Do you have any idea what time it is? I about went out of my mind when I woke and you weren’t home yet.”

Michael lifted his head enough to see the clock over the body next to him. “Maria. It is six in the morning. As you can tell, I was sleeping.”

“Where are you? Who are you with?”

Michael growled as he rolled onto his back.

“Well, you had better be at Spencer’s at 8:30. Do you here me?”

“Yes, mother.” Michael sighed then closed the flap of the phone, ending the call.

“I’m surprised she didn’t call earlier.” Zan chuckled as he turned his head to Michael. He lay on his stomach, the covers pulled down to just below his ass.

Michael rolled on top of him. “We have a breakfast date.”

“We?”

“Yes. I think it’s time we told her about us.”

“Then I guess we better get up.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” Michael whispered hoarsely into his ear. He shifted his hips until his hardened cock nestled itself between Zan’s cheeks.

“Mmmm…I think I’ve created a monster.”

“You just don’t know.” Michael answered shifting his body more and pressing his dick into Zan who moaned in pleasure. “You feel so damn good.” He said, nipping at Zan’s earlobe.

Zan lifted his body slightly, allowing Michael to press further into his body. “Damn it Michael.” Zan groaned as Michael’s thickness stretched his ass.

Michael’s movements were smooth and quick as their physical connection flared to life. He could no longer discern between his or Zan’s feelings as they mixed together. All he felt was the pleasure that filled his body. There was no one but Zan and their love. Their bodies pressed together, skin sliding against skin, their breaths rapid and filled with lust. Their desire for each other filled the air as their emotional connection linked.

Michael thrusted twice more before calling out Zan’s name and his cum squirting deep into his lover.

“Now, it’s time to get ready.” Michael said, when he was able to speak.

He rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Zan’s heart and cock was still pounding as he got up and joined Michael in the shower. He watched as the water splashed upon Michael’s body. He had his head tilted back, his eyes closed, letting the water wet his body. Zan’s still aching stiff length felt as if it grew two more sizes. Michael’s body was magnificent, his lean body filled with the right amount of muscle in all the right places. Michael was not as defined as himself but his structure was perfect for his build.

“Come suck my cock Michael.” Zan said softly, leaning against the shower wall.

Michael opened his eyes and he smiled. “I knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist.”

He walked forward and knelt before his lover. Slowly, almost agonizingly, he took Zan into his mouth. He could feel the tip of Zan hit the back of his throat so he relaxed it more and let it fall back until he had the entire length in his mouth. With the same slowness, he began his sucking motion. He could feel Zan’s desire rise higher until he was about to shatter. Michael let his teeth graze Zan’s cock, sending him over the edge. Michael let the cum slide down the back of his throat until every drop was gone.

Zan opened his eyes that had closed during his orgasm and looked down at Michael. “You are perfect. I love you.”

Michael rose and smiled before kissing him quickly on the lips. “I know but if we don’t hurry, Hurricane Deluca will be unstoppable.”

Zan chuckled as he started gently washing Michael’s body.

~~~~~~~~

Maria walked briskly into the perimeter of the outside café. It was a beautiful day but she was unable to appreciate it because she was running late. She blamed it all on Michael. If he had been home, then she wouldn’t have paced until the wee hours of the morning then fallen asleep on the couch that had given her a crick in her neck. Then after she spoke to him, she rose and took a shower but lay down on the couch again, falling asleep. She was lucky that her producer called her that morning, waking her up at 8:15.

Maria searched through the mass of tables and found Michael. Sitting across from him was another man. She could not see his face, only his back. He looked familiar, with long, dark hair. As she drew closer and weaved through the tables, she was able to see his profile. A smile grew on her lips as she rushed faster toward the table.

“Max?” She said right before reaching Michael. She quickly wrapped her arms around the man. “When did you get into town? Where is Liz? What did you do to your hair?”

Maria flung questions as she squeezed the man tightly. Michael bit his lip to keep from laughing as he watched the horror on Zan’s face. Zan was not one for a lot of physical contact besides with him so Michael knew that Maria’s aggressive attention was something new and somewhat annoying to him.

“Ummm. Maria.”

“Is this who you were with last night? Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Sit Maria.” Michael commanded.

Maria finally noticed the stiff figure that was wrapped in her arms. If this was Max, he would have eagerly returned her embrace but this figure was rigid and quiet. Slowly her arms fell and she rounded the table and sat. She looked at the other man and really studied him.

“You’re not Max.” She said, finally noticing the dress and scruffy look of this man who looked like her best friend’s husband. But now she saw there were many differences from her good friend. This man had an earring, his eyes were a different shade of amber, and the man’s entire aura screamed that he was not Max.

“This is Zan.” Michael said.

Maria’s face paled as she looked between Michael and Zan. “You mean, the New York Zan? The one that grew up in the sewers? The one that is supposed to be dead?”

“Yes. And as you can plainly see, he’s not dead.”

Maria stood quickly and felt a scream stick in her throat. She suddenly realized that the other patrons of the café were now looking at her. Slowly she sat down and took deep breaths.

“Michael.” She hissed. “What the hell are you doing with this…this…?” She didn’t finish her sentence.

“Alien?” Zan finished for her with a smirk.

Maria looked around, seeing if anyone heard him.

“Relax Maria. It’s ok.” Michael tried to reassure her, his hand covered hers.

“How can it be ok? Didn’t you learn your lesson all those years ago with the others?”

Anger flared in Michael at being reminded of how they’d all be duped by Lonnie and Rath. “I’ve learned but this is different. Zan is different.”

Maria huffed. “Yeah.”

“I think Maria and I should go for a walk.” Zan said to Michael.

Michael’s eyes shifted between Maria and Zan, unsure if that was a good idea. The only thing holding her back from making a scene is being out in public, and now Zan wants to talk to her alone. He surely didn’t know Maria. Michael was actually concerned for his lover’s welfare. Maria could be quite a handful at times.

Michael could see Maria’s expression pleading with him but then once he looked into Zan’s eyes, he knew that no harm would come to Maria. He trusted Zan with his life and the lives of those he loved.

Michael nodded. “I think it’s a good idea for the two of you to talk. To hash things out. I’ll be at the gallery. When you are done, meet me there.”

Zan stood and offered his arm to Maria, knowing that she could not refuse it or she would be seen as rude to the public eye. Reluctantly she took the offered arm but not before shooting Michael death glares.

“If something happens to me, it will be on your head.” She hissed as she passed the one she thought was her best friend.

“You’ll be fine.” He said giving her a smile but knowing that he would get an ear full later when they were alone.

He watched Zan steer Maria toward the park that was across the street from the café. He shook his head and went in the opposite direction when the two were out of sight hoping Zan survived his time with Maria.

“Are you mindwarping him?” Maria asked when she saw that they were now almost alone. There were very few people in the park this early in the morning. Most were already getting on with their day or still sleeping.

Zan chuckled. “No Angel. Ava and Tess were the ones that have that ability.”

They walked in silence a ways before Maria asked another question. “What did you do to him to gain his trust in you?”

“I only showed him who we really are.”

“And who is that?” Maria asked not understanding what he meant.

“Why is it that you are having trouble trusting Michael’s instincts?” He ignored her question.

“I do trust him, with my life, but I don’t trust you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Exactly, neither does Michael. Plus you are an….part of the New York Pod Squad. Our history with them has not been the best. They thought that they had killed you, which obviously didn’t work.”

Zan huffed a disgusted snort before she continued. “They came to Roswell and created havoc between everyone, then took Max with them here to New York, manipulating him to give Nicholas the Granolith, then tried to kill him when he didn’t do what they wanted. And you wonder why I don’t trust you.”

“I wasn’t there Angel. If I was, I’d have made sure that they would not have done what they did. If you recall though, they tried killing me because I wouldn’t do what Lonnie and Rath wanted. I wouldn’t attend that damn summit and give them the location of the Granolith. I was unable to prevent what they did in Roswell.

“And what about Ava? Wasn’t she the one who helped Liz realize what had happened to her so that she could ultimately save Max? Do you still deem her untrustworthy also because of her past association instead of her deeds?”

Maria said nothing to that. He was right. She held nothing against Ava. She’d only been kind and helpful while she was in Roswell. The complete opposite of Tess and Liz had seemed to trust her.

“Ok then, how do you explain how Lonnie and Rath turned out so bad while you and Ava didn’t?”

Zan bowed his head. “I never said I was innocent. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I spent everyday of my life fighting an internal battle that made my life a hell at times. One side of me wanted me to be like Lonnie and Rath but then the other side stopped me.”


Zan looked up and found Maria waiting for him to continue. He knew that she wanted to know why he had such a battle. Ahead he saw a small vendor. He steered them to it and bought them both a cup of coffee. Without her asking, he added two sugars to hers then handed held it out to her. Maria looked at him in surprise. She never told him how she drank her coffee, so how did he know.

Zan simply shrugged his shoulders. “I saw it through Michael.”

Zan took her arm again and led her to a nearby bench. They sat and they sipped their coffee.

“As you know, our creators made two sets of us, but they made each batch different. They were not sure which would survive here on Earth but there is only one true King, the other a backup if all else fails.”

“That I figured.”

“We, the group that got dumped here in New York, are the batch that held more Antarian DNA. Our abilities are a bit stronger but we are less in touch with our emotions and we have the memories of our past lives. That leaves the Roswell group the ones with more human DNA. They have adapted to their environment better, blended in with society, should we say, and they can create emotional bonds with humans as you have experienced.”

“But they have no recollection of their past lives. A new start for them.”

Zan nodded. “But Ava… she didn’t belong to us. I’ve always known it, felt it. I think the others did too, that is why they dumped on her so much. She was different. I protected her from Lonnie and Rath as much as I could.”

“She and Tess…” Maria said, her mind whirling as she looked at Zan.

“I believe that the protector you called Nesado, switched their pods in the ship. I think he knew the true King was in the group that ended up in Roswell. This would have given him a person who was as diabolical as he was in the group. Someone who he could control and use to manipulate the group.”

“But she hatched later than the others and by the time he found them, Max had already formed his bond with Liz, not with his other worldly wife.”

“Correct. It all backfired on him.”

“Ok, that explains Ava. What about you? You said that you wanted to do the things that Lonnie and Rath did but you couldn’t. Why not?”

“The original Zan and Rath were lovers but were unable to be together as they wished because of politics. So the two did a bonding ritual, one that has carried over into this life. That bond, the love that tied them together, kept me grounded. Having Ava around helped also, but I knew that he was out there somewhere. Waiting for me, waiting for the time to be right.” Zan looked at Maria in the eye. “I’ve done things in my life that were not good. I’ve killed people and manipulated people and situations, but I did it mostly to survive. Just as Michael has done things that knock on his conscious everyday to protect himself and those that he loves.”

Maria could hear the sincerity in Zan’s voice. She could hear the regret and sadness that filled his words. He had a lot to live with, just as Michael. That was when she realized that the two of them were not so different. They have both done their best to protect those that they cared about whether it meant for them to have emotional scars while the others rested easy.

“I love him Maria. I’ve waited my whole life to find him and be with him. He makes me whole, the person that I want to be. He gives me purpose. I could never harm him or those that he cares for.”

Maria didn’t know much about this ritual that they had done but she knew that if Michael trusted Zan, she needed to also. She could see the love that shined in Zan’s eyes when he spoke of Michael. He was more like his dupe than anyone thought. It was like looking at Max when he spoke or thought of Liz. That was how she knew what Zan felt was real.

“You hurt him in any way, great alien King resurrected or not, I’ll kill you.” Maria said.

Zan gave a slight smile. “Deal.” He stood from the bench. “I think we should head to the gallery.”

Maria stood and this time she willingly tucked her arm into his, allowing him to lead her from the park. They walked in a comfortable silence for a while, taking note of the building activity around them.

“Maria, I’d like for you to perform at my club. I’m giving a fundraiser in three weeks and I have the closing set saved just for you.”

Maria glanced at Zan. “You have a club? Which one?”

“Gate to Paradise. We hold this fundraiser every year for the Children’s Hospital. I get some really hot and popular groups to come that draw a great crowd and a lot of generosity. It’s for a good cause.”

Maria was shocked and stopped walking. “You own Gate to Paradise? You are the mysterious Mr. Jones?” Maria chuckled. “Figures, such a mysterious person to be an alien.”

“So, what do you say? Go ahead and invite Max and the others. Make it a reunion. From what Michael says, you guys haven’t all been together in a while. Plus, well, I guess he’ll have to tell them about me now.”

Maria looked at him with skepticism. “How do I know that this is not a trap? Some way for us to all get together or even Max here and kill us all.”

Zan could see that she was still weary of his intentions and he knew that she could not just suddenly trust him like Michael does. He was realistic so he was patient. Zan reached his hand out and pushed some of Maria’s hair behind her ear, brushing his fingertips across her temple in the process.

Images flashed through her mind. A couple were of the original Rath and Zan together on Antar. She didn’t recognize the two but she knew it was them. The rest were of Michael after leaving Roswell. What made her gasp were not the flashes themselves but the feelings that accompanied them. Especially the one of great sadness that went with an image of her and Michael making love on a balcony on a trip to Florida a couple years ago. It ripped through her heart but the strongest emotion she felt was the love that Zan had for Michael. It amazed her that Zan didn’t know Michael, he’d watched Michael for years, never once letting himself be know, watched him be with her, and still, Zan loved Michael. Some was from their bond that was formed on Antar but the rest was what had developed through the years of watching and waiting.

“Does that look like I give a damn about Max and the others?”

Maria slowly shook her head; she fought the tear that flooded her eyes. At that moment she knew that Zan and Michael belonged together. She took Zan’s hand in hers and continued to walk, pulling him after her. After a few minutes of silence, Zan spoke up.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Maria asked, glancing at him.

“For loving Michael all these years and taking care of him.”

Maria blinked back more tears. If this kept up, she’d end up being a crybaby. “I guess now, that job belongs to you.”

Zan shook his head. “No, he won’t let you go that easily. He loves you. You are a part of him as much as he is a part of you. You two…well, you compliment each other. Keep each other real. So, I guess we’ll share the responsibility now.”

Maria turned and gave him the first genuine smile since meeting Zan. “Yes, we do.”

TBC...

[magikhands]

Chapter 5

Several days after Maria met Zan, she insisted on calling Max and to tell him about Zan. Michael was hesitant about informing Max that his duplicate was alive, but he was even more so when he realized that he’ll have to tell Max about his relationship with Zan. It was Maria who broke the ice, so to speak. She got on the phone first with Liz and invited her and Max to the concert. Liz was ecstatic and was ready to pack her bags for a visit. They had not seen one another in at least a year.

She handed the phone to Michael. Max was waiting on the other end of the line. At first he didn’t know how to start the conversation, but once he did, it all came out. He told Max how Zan came upon him, their past lives, and their relationship. When he stopped talking, he was met with silence on the other end of the line.

“Max?”

“I’m here.” He said but the silence continued. Michael wished that he had the connection with Max that he did with Zan, just to understand what was going through his mind. “Let me talk to him.”

Michael looked at Zan who was sitting next to him. He held out the phone. “He wants to speak with you.”

Zan took the phone and held it to his ear. “Max.”

Michael watched as Zan sat there and listened to whatever it was that Max was saying to him. His face held an amused expression but that was all that he gave way. Zan had even buffered his emotions to Michael. This did not sit well with Michael.

“I understand completely. See you in a couple of weeks.” Zan handed the phone back to Michael.

Michael took it but he looked questioningly at Zan who shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention to Maria.

“Max, what did you say to Zan?”

“I just set a few things straight. We’ll be there the day of the concert, ok? Then we’ll spend a couple of days afterward there.”

Michael felt confused. Something serious had happened between his brother and lover. But he knew that now was not the time to ask Max. He could tell by Max’s tone.

“Alright. Be careful. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will. And Michael…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m happy for you.” Max said before he hung up.

Michael looked perplexed at the phone then at Zan who was now looking at him. “What the hell did he say to you?”

A smirk appeared on Zan’s lips. “It’s killing you not to know.”

Michael scowled. He didn’t like games. He had no patience for them. Zan leaned in. “What would you do to know?”

Michael growled but the playful tone of Zan’s voice turned him on. Michael reached a hand up and brushed Zan’s temple. He sent him an image of offering himself up to Zan, his ass up and waiting for Zan to press his hard cock into it. The vivid image made Zan gasp and pull away.

“Damn, that bad, huh?” Zan looked down at Michael’s tented pants. He chuckled. “The jest of it, was that if I hurt you, he’d come and blast my happy ass off this planet, ok?”

“Is that all?”

“That pretty much sums it up.”

Michael smiled and kissed Zan. “I think I owe you something, don’t I?”

“Ok, that’s my cue. You guys have a good night, I’m going to bed. I have to be in the studio bright and early in the morning.” Maria announced as she got up from a chair. Michael and Zan were sometimes almost as bad as Max and Liz, except less sappy, and more sexual.

Zan got up, looking down at Michael. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile.” He reached down and took Michael’s hand and led him out to the garage that housed Michael’s motorcycle.

Zan turned and kissed him while ripping the clothing from their bodies. After Michael got over his initial shock of Zan’s aggressiveness, he helped until they melded together, naked bodies pressed upon each other. Michael felt his dick swell as passion filled his body. He moaned into his lover’s mouth as their hard dicks rubbed against one another.

Zan moved them one step at a time toward the motorcycle that stood near the garage wall. He continued his kisses and caresses, his own desire mixing with Michael’s. He tore his lips from Michael’s and took a step back.

“Turn around Michael and bend over.” Zan’s voice was soft but filled with husky lust.

Michael did as he was told, breathless and feeling suddenly lightheaded. He moved so that he bent over the motorcycle’s leather seat and spread his legs. He felt Zan’s hands lightly run up and down his back, sending chills through his body.

“Do you want me Michael?”

“Hell yes.” Michael answered, shifting his body, making his ass more accessible to his lover. “Fuck me Zan. Do what you want.”

That was all Zan needed to hear. He placed the tip of his cock at Michael’s puckered ass and embedded himself completely into his lover with one swift, hard thrust. Michael moaned Zan’s name and Zan had to close his eyes and take several deep breaths before he completely lost it.

Finally, Zan took hold of his control and began pounding into Michael. It was not a slow, loving rhythm but fast and hard. He was fucking Michael with all the lust that filled his body. His eyes feasted on the sight before him, his lover bent over the metal and leather, the smell of oil and leather filling their senses. Michael’s grunts flowed to his ears, knowing that his lover was enjoying what he was doing.

Zan could no longer hold on to his control. His entire being cried out for release. He reached around and took hold of Michael’s hard dick and began pumping the organ as he continued his thrusts in his sweet, tight ass. Within seconds, their emotions blending together as only hybrid lovers could, they came, squirting their loads hard.

The two men stayed that way for several minutes, their breath rapid and bodies weak from their excursions. Zan was slow to rise from his lover and he did so reluctantly.

“That was…” Michael started as he rose from his position over the bike.

“Yeah.” Zan smirked. “I’ve been fantasizing about doing that since that first night we spent together.

Michael smiled at Zan. “Let’s go see what else you may be fantasizing about.” He took Zan’s hand and pulled him back into the house and into his room.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

The day of the concert was upon them. Zan had been able to book a couple of hot performers along with some new talent for the night’s fundraiser. As he promised, Maria was the closing, saving the best for last as he put it, smiling fondly at her. Zan had squeezed himself into Michael and Maria’s daily life for the past three weeks. Neither minded, they both took the opportunity to get to know Zan better.

Ava arrived a week earlier. Zan had been touch with her through the years and since Liz was coming, he thought that it would be nice for Ava to see her again. Ava had always spoke highly of Liz and truly liked her. Apparently, her and Maria hit it off also and have spent time shopping. Make that a lot of time shopping.

Liz and Max arrived the morning of the concert. Isabel and Kyle were unable to join them because of a prior commitment that could not be changed. Zan and Ava were already at the club finishing up last minute details when Michael and Maria picked them up from the airport. The four spent most of the afternoon together, happy to be reunited with their best friends. They went back to Michael and Maria’s apartment and got ready for the concert. They went with Maria in her limo to the club.

They entered the back entrance where Zan and Sam were waiting for them. At first, the tension was thick when Zan and Max met for the first time face to face but it did not take long for Ava to come along and loosen them all up. They didn’t have time to sit and talk until later.

The concert was a success and a lot of money was raised for the Children’s Hospital. It was late and most of everyone was gone. Sam and Michael were helping Maria pack up the stage equipment. Zan, Ava, Max and Liz sat at a nearby table talking. Ava was telling Liz about all her travels while Max had his own questions that he hoped to finally get answered concerning his last life from Zan. He felt that if he was expected to be such a great King to a planet he’s never seen, but he had enemies out there that he had no reason why they were after him. He hoped that the answers that Zan provided would help him make better decisions.

Max had been paying close attention to Zan’s answers until movement from the doorway distracted him. Zan stopped his talking, seeing that Max’s attention was diverted and looked to where he was looking.

“Isabel?” Max questioned. He was confused, seeing her here when she had said that she couldn’t come and he had to wonder where Kyle was. Surely she would have called if their plans had changed.

She laughed. This sound made Zan and Ava stand quickly to their feet.

“Lonnie.” Zan said, venom filling his voice for his sister.

Her appearance changed from Isabel’s classy, clean-cut look to Lonnie’s own punked out clothing and black, wild styled hair.

“Hello brothers.” By now, Liz and Max had stood while Michael walked to the edge of the stage. Lonnie turned to Zan. “I knew you’d eventually lead us to them.” She sneered at Max and Michael.

“All except our beautiful Isabel. But it’s all right. She and I have something that needs to be finished in private.” A tall, blonde man walked in followed by Rath and five other men, who had to be Skins.

“Nicholas?” The body he used was different but Max could not ever forget those eyes that glared at him.

“I’m impressed Max. You remember me.” Nicholas chuckled.

“What do you want?” Zan asked.

The two Kings dead. Isn’t that what we always wanted?” Nicholas answered.

Maria’s scream pierced the air, turning everyone’s attention to the stage at her. A skin had rounded the back of the club and now had Maria in his grasp, a knife to her throat. Michael and Sam took a step toward her, Michael’s hand raised.

“Uh uh.” The Skin holding her shook his head and pressed the knife’s blade against her neck. “Are you that good now Commander?” The Skin mocked.

This made Michael pause. The question put doubt into his mind. Could he really blast the Skin and not harm Maria? And what about the others? Could he protect them as well? He looked around. Maria and Sam were the only ones without powers but they were not his first priority. Reluctantly, he stayed where he stood and watched the skin smirk knowingly and dragged Maria over near Rath.

“I think it’s finally time we settle this, once and for all.” Zan announced, his eyes glaring at Rath.

Rath laughed at Zan’s threat. “Zan, bro, ya got two weak hybrids with ya and three even weaker humans against the nine of us. I think that truck really messed up more than ya body.”

Liz, who was standing next to Max, balled her fists tightly against her sides. She could feel the energy building within her body at being called a weak human. Thanks to Max, she was not weak and she was no longer completely human. Green streaks of electricity crackled visibly through the skin of her arms and fists.

Rath saw the light and smiled at Liz. “Hey Sweet Cheeks. I see ya a freak too. All the better when we have some fun together.”

“Try me.” Liz took a step forward, growling at the nasty Hybrid.

What Lonnie, Rath, and Nicholas had no way of knowing was that Zan and Michael were formulating a plan through their connection with one another. Zan then passed it to Max, who began instructing Liz what to do. Hearing Zan in his head for the first time was a surprise to Max but he didn’t react and was quite pleased by it all.

“Let’s get this over with.” Liz raised her glowing hand toward Rath but before she could send her energy out a banner from the ceiling fell on the trio. All hell broke loose then.

Blasts of energy flew from all directions as everyone found cover. Liz neared the bar where the skin that held Maria had taken her. She ducked and avoided blasts that were sent her direction behind turned over tables and chairs that littered the club. She was able to make it to one end of the bar and saw that Maria was giving the skin a struggle. Even from her distance, Liz could see blood running down Maria’s neck where the Skin had pressed too hard with the knife.

Michael had taught Maria self-defense years ago and she was trying hard to use those techniques now but this Skin was stronger than she so they were only half effective. Skins felt little pain through their husks and this one was very protective of his backside. With a glance, Maria saw Liz at the end of the bar. She knew that if she could give Liz the chance, she could kill it. Maria struggled a bit more, knocking the knife, finally from the Skin’s hand and turning him so that its back was toward Liz.

Liz saw what Maria was trying to do and saw her chance at the Skin’s backside was open to her. She lifted her hand and carefully concentrated her power on that weak area of the lower back. She released her energy and watched at the Skin turned to dust.

Maria was suddenly free and turned and smiled at her best friend. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Stay here, out of sight.” Liz ordered and left her cover before Maria could argue.

Rath and two skins turned their attention to Michael. He effectively dodged the blasts sent his way but was unable to reciprocate until he found cover on the side of the stage. Michael easily took out the two Skins but Rath was much harder. His powers were more intense and focused than his own, his blasts having scrapped him on the thigh and arm.

Rath was chuckling and Michael wanted nothing more than to watch his duplicate go up in flames. Anger filled his body as he remembered all that Rath had done to him and his friends along with what he’d done to Zan. He could feel his grip on his powers loosening and he fought hard to tighten his hold. Michael closed his eyes and tried to concentrate but Rath’s tauntings of being too human invaded his ears.

Michael took a deep breath and reached out, grabbing hold of Zan’s essence. It was not enough to distract Zan of his own battle but it was just enough to let Michael take control of his powers and emotions once more. Michael opened his eyes and stood, meeting Rath, eye to eye.

Rath’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open when he saw that Michael’s eyes glowed completely silver.

“What the hell?” Rath’s smirk disappeared, fear now feeling his body.

“What’s the matter Rath?” Michael asked stepping closer to his duplicate. He was not concerned for the blasts that whiz by him and around the room. His complete attention was on Rath. “Are you really scared of some weak human hybrid?”

Now it was Michael’s turn to taunt. He could feel his power becoming more focused and stronger. It seemed that he was becoming one with his alien side, more so than Rath ever would be.

“It’s time for you to pay for all the trouble that you’ve caused to the ones that I love.” Michael raised his hand and watched as Rath did the same. But no longer was there a look of smug confidence there, what he saw was a man who knew that his time was coming to an end.

Michael let out a ball of energy and watched as it met Rath’s between them. His destroyed Rath’s and still had enough energy to continue its journey to destroy Rath as well. Michael watched without feeling as Rath flew back from the intensity and fall to the floor. His body then seemed to shrivel into nothing, leaving not even a pile of dust. Michael eyes returned to their normal color as his energy seemed to calm into his body.

Ava, meanwhile, was busy taking out the two Skins that had ganged up on her. With well trained maneuvering and some lucky shots, she takes care of them with little damage to herself. She turned and found that two more had come out of nowhere and had Sam in their grasps. He was strong and struggled but he was no match for two Skin’s strength. She turned and ran toward him.

Lonnie attacked Zan. She had been pissed when she found out that she’d not killed him. Her heart was black and only wanted to go back home and rule with Khivar. She lusted for that power. To rule over weaklings, to have her power honored. She was not about to let her brothers end her chance at it.

Lonnie and Zan fought hard against one another. Lonnie was surprised at the strength that Zan had. He’d always been more passive while she and Rath were the aggressors. She was beginning to get frustrated, her careful planning getting thrown out of the window. He was fighting back like she’d never imagined. Finally, her frustration and anger gets the best of her as she screams like a banshee and runs toward Zan’s position. She throws out a hand and gives off her most explosive blast yet.

The ball of energy completely destroys the pillar that Zan stood behind but he was able to get his shield up in time to keep any damage from his body. However, that did not stop the intensity of it from knocking him back on the ground and causing his shield to drop so that Lonnie could physically jump on him. She took her hands and wrapped it around his neck and squeezed. His hands went to her wrists and tried to pull them away.

“Why won’t you fucking die?” She screamed.

Zan’s vision blurred. His breath was being cut off and he could not seem to catch his breath as her hands pushed harder on his throat. His hands weakened in strength as her body weight felt like a ton of bricks on his chest.

“Die! Die! Die!” She chanted as she looked down at Zan. Her eyes were wild with death, waiting for her brother to finally take his last breath. Lonnie screamed and suddenly fell from Zan’s body. She looked up and found that Liz was standing nearby, hand raised and looking quite pissed.

“You human Bitch!” Lonnie sneered. She brought her hand up but before she could get a shot off, an energy blast hit her hard in the chest. She crumpled to the floor then shriveled much like Rath did.

Liz went to Zan who still lay upon the floor. “You ok?”

Zan lowered his hand and nodded. “I will be.”

Liz helped him to his feet and led him behind a sheltered area so that he could catch his breath.

Nicholas had gone after Max when the fighting started. He was still pissed at how the young alien Hybrid had destroyed his plans years before. He had many scores to settle that happened both in this life and the young king’s past life. He was doing his best to get to Max but the young man had grown more powerful through the years and he was unable to break past the shield. Nicholas kept trying, knowing that he would somehow weaken it and get through.

Max was holding up the shield but he could feel his energy weakening. He got an energy blast off here and there at Nicholas but he had to lower his shield to do so which left him very vulnerable. He quickly looked around and found Michael fighting Rath, Zan squaring off with Lonnie, Ava was over helping out with Sam. He looked around for Liz and found her by the bar, where the Skin had dragged Maria. His attention was quickly drawn back to Nicholas as his last blast weakened the shield immensely and knocked him from his feet.

Everything seemed to happen at once. Max heard Rath’s screams then Lonnie’s screeching. He could not afford to pay much attention because a Skin had joined Nicholas in his efforts to get close to him. Minutes later, though it felt like at the time hours, Zan joined Max.

Maria was behind the bar, watching the fighting and wishing that she could help more. She watched as Lonnie and Rath fell, along with the Skins that seemed to keep arriving. Nicholas must have had them posted around the club, as one by one, more came in to help with the fight against the Hybrids. She had to wonder just how many Nicholas had on his side.

Near the end of the bar, Maria saw Liz, trying to stay out of the way, only helping when she needed to. Maria knew that Liz was itching to get in there and do more but as her eyes were glued to Zan and Max, she knew that this was something that they had to do. Maria saw movement out of the corner of her eye. A Skin was slowly making its way closer to Liz from behind. Maria tried to call out and get her attention but there was too much noise.

Maria ran from her spot and rushed Liz. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she watched the Skin raise its hand and aim right at Liz’s back. Maria ran harder calling Liz’s name. Liz turned her head, her motions very slow in Maria’s eyes. Liz’s eyes widened as she saw Maria running toward her so fast yelling at her. Maria took a deep breath and jumped, her body pushing Liz’s to the floor.

Maria felt a burning sensation on her back. It hurt like a bitch but then she felt her body grow numb. It no longer hurt but then as the numbness started to crawl through her body, she could no longer feel her limbs. Her eyes looked up at Liz and saw a flash of green escape from her best friend’s hand. Then she watched as Liz looked down. She saw Liz’s mouth move but heard no sound.

“Liz.” Maria managed to say. Her eyes were so heavy. She wanted to close them and rest. She felt no pain but she was so tired.

“MAX!!!!” Liz shouted over her shoulder.

Max turned and looked to where Liz called him. In her arms, he could see Maria lying still, looking up. He knew that she’d been hurt.

Zan turned also and in doing so, he found movement out off to the side. There, two more Skins were trying to come up behind them. Zan lowered his shield and began firing energy balls at them, turning them to dust.

Nicholas saw his opportunity. Max was distracted by his mate while Zan was busy killing the two minions that were attacking from behind. Nicholas drew together a large amount of energy and sent a red fire ball toward the two would be Kings.

Michael had just blown up another Skin that tried sneaking in on the group but he heard Liz’s scream. He turned and watched Nicholas. Zan and Max were both distracted and Michael saw that Nicholas was about to attack. He ran forward, pure instincts kicking in. At the moment, he didn’t know if it was to protect his lover or his best friend, but at the moment it didn’t really matter. Michael threw his body out in front of red mass that was heading for Zan and Max and let it hit him in the chest. Before he went down, he threw his own energy at Nicholas, knocking the man off his feet.

Zan and Max turned just in time to see Michael get hit with the blast meant for them

“NO!” They screamed in unison and turned on Nicholas.

Zan took hold of Max’s hand and they felt their energies combining. In just a fraction of a second, flashes flew through each minds, each of their times with Michael. They both raised their hands and let a bright blue light escape their palms. It went directly to Nicholas, the husk he used, burst into flames. His screams only lasted a moment before he burst was nothing but a memory.

Max let go of Zan’s hand and rushed immediately to his wife. “Maria…you have to look at me.” He pleaded, watching Maria’s eyes slowly open then close. “Maria, please.” The desperation in his voice seemed to call her back and she opened her eyes and locked with Max’s. Instantly a connection formed and Max used his powers to begin the healing on Maria.

Within moments, her eyes grew large and she took a deep breath. Max relaxed and sat back on his heels.

“Hey.” He smiled down at her.

Maria looked at him for a moment a little confused as to what happened. Then she remembered Max leaning over her and feeling a warm sensation flow through her body. She smiled. “Hey Girlfriend.”


As soon as Max let go of his hand, Zan went to Michael. His hand immediately covered Michael’s wound. It was large and Zan could smell burning flesh.

“No. No. No. No.” Zan chanted as he lifted Michael’s head with his other hand. “You can’t leave me now. You can’t go. I just found you. Michael, please. Open your eyes. Come back to me.”

Tears flowed down Zan’s face as he spoke to Michael. He mentally reached out to his lover, his soul mate, and found a cold darkness.

“I won’t lose you again Michael. I can’t. I love you. I can’t live without you, not now that I’ve been with you. Do you hear me? I love you Michael.”

Zan’s pleadings drew Ava over to him. She knelt beside him, feeling his heartbreak. She knew how much he loved Michael and what he was saying was true. She knew that Zan would wither away and die without him. Without knowing why, she reached down and covered his hand that was on Michael’s wound with hers.

“Keep talking to him Zan.” She whispered.

He didn’t look at her but tightened his grip on Michael. He kept reaching out, searching for their connection. For his lover’s essence.

“Michael. We still have so much to do. So much to experience together. Please. Maria would be lost without you to keep her out of trouble.”

Zan babbled for several minutes, tears still trailing down his face, landing upon Michael’s chest and his and Ava’s joined hands. That’s when he felt it. A small spark in his head. It screamed Michael. Zan closed his eyes and latched on, pulling it closer and closer to him. Slowly he opened his eyes and watched as Michael tried hard to gasp for breath. In that instant, their eyes met, their connection fully formed again, and Zan’s powers, combined now with that of Ava, flowed through his body, healing every vein, artery, muscle and bone that the blast had destroyed.

When the wound was no longer there, Michael gasped for breath saying the name of the person he loved most in the world.

“Zan.”

Zan, now weakened from the healing and fighting collapsed on top of Michael. He openly wept, the thought of how close he came to losing him hit him like a brick on the head. Michael reached up and stroked Zan’s damp hair.

“It’s ok. You pulled me back. You saved me.” Michael said softly, trying to reassure his lover.

Zan lifted his head. “Why the hell did you do that Michael? You pretty well died.”

Michael smiled. “Instincts. I couldn’t let the Kings die.”

“That’s no excuse. You shouldn’t have gotten in front of that blast.”

“I’m the Protector of the group Zan. I didn’t know who I was protecting, whether is was you because you are my lover, or Max, because he was my best friend and the King. All I knew was that my heart could not take losing either one of you. I couldn’t choose because you are both so very important to me. I failed you once, in our other life. I won’t do that here.”

“Do you have any idea what losing you would do to me Michael? I would die without you.”

Michael’s hand caressed Zan’s cheek. “I’m fine thanks to you Love.”

Zan gave a small smile, bending down and kissed his lover’s lips. “I love you Michael.”

“I love you Zan.”

“So, does this mean that I’m going to get all that green electricity running through my body now?”

Zan and Michael broke away and looked to where Maria stood above the two. She went on the opposite side of Zan and knelt beside Michael, hugging him tightly to her. Michael returned her tight hug, burying his head into her chest.

Zan chuckled, letting go of his hold on Michael and shook his head. There was no way he could compete with her right now. They had both had quite an experience, so he was letting them have a moment.

“I guess I’m officially a part of the club now, huh?” Maria asked looking up at Max, who was being supported by Liz as she led him to a chair to sit. Ava had helped Sam over to a chair. He had minor cuts and bruises but nothing that Zan or Max couldn’t heal when they were stronger.

“You’ve always been a part of our club.” Liz said smiling. She was so glad that Maria was ok.

“Yeah, but now, I’m going to get powers like you and Kyle. That is just too cool.” She said ecstaticly. Zan and Michael looked at each other, worried looks on their face.

“What?” Max asked when he saw their looks.

“Um, Maria with the ability to blow up things? Think about it Maxwell. And who has to train her?”

“Oh.” Max said as he understood and knew what they meant now. But then he smiled and laughed. “She’ll have the best teacher there is on blowing things up.”

Michael scowled as the others started laughing, but then joined in also.

It was obvious that the entire group was tired. Maria helped Liz take Max out to her limo, where the driver had somehow fallen asleep and never heard a sound from the club, and took them to her place for the night. Sam offered to let Ava stay with him, which she smiled and told everyone good night as she wrapped her arm around his waist and they left together.

Michael looked around the club then at Zan. “It looks like we had a hell of a party here tonight. You think the insurance will pay.”

Zan shrugged. “Don’t care. But I’m exhausted and need to be put in bed.”

Michael smiled and helped Zan to his feet. He half carried Zan down to the apartment below the club where he carefully undressed Zan and tucked him into bed. He knew how draining it was for Max to heal. He’d taken care of him for two days after Max had healed those children in Phoenix, so he knew what Zan was going through. Michael undressed and joined Zan in bed. He pulled his lover to him, one hand caressing Zan’s back.

“Rest. I’ll be here when you wake.”

Zan, already half asleep, moaned. “Hmmm. And be ready SpaceBoy.” Zan said picking up Maria’s pet name for him. “I’m due for some big payment for saving your ass.”

Michael chuckled. “I’m ready anytime you are.” He kissed Zan’s head and drifted off to sleep, to join Zan in their dreams.

THE END


This is the end of my tale of Michael and Zan. I hope you enjoyed their little adventure. Thank you for all the wonderful feedback and encouragement and a special thanks to StormyBear for leaving the challenge for me to pick up.