Chapter 128
They arrived at Michael’s in record time to find Isabel waiting for them with eyes red from crying. They rushed towards her but Michael and Maria arrived first and hugged her from both sides.
- What is it Iz? - Asked Michael worriedly.
- Jesse left me a note this morning saying he was off for Boston to check some possibilities with the people he met last week and that Dad was all for it, and he would be back in a few days. He had told me the letter from Agent Duff was not for him and had sent it back to the post office. And now this! I don’t know what to believe anymore! To make things worse, I had a voice mail from Stuart on my cell phone which I had left in vibe mode, that he was recalled for more conferences like he was doing here in Roswell but this time in Tucson, and they’ve offered him a steady job there with double the pay! He left today at 7:45 am! - She started sobbing.
Michael grabbed her arms and looked straight in her eyes.
- Listen to me! It will hurt me like hell not to have you within reach, as I’m used to, but if that stupid husband of yours keeps behaving like a jerk, then just leave him and go to Tucson. Laurie will love to have you with her, so you may go back to college like I know you want. And you will be with Stuart. All you have to do is make up your mind where you want to be. -
- Michael, Langley said I had to keep Jesse on our side! - She sobbed.
- Have you heard of friendly breakups? Go for it! He doesn’t seem to be at ease either, so just talk it out as soon as he returns. -
That seemed to calm her some. At least she stopped crying and wiped her tears away.
- Are you out of your mind? You can’t leave, Isabel! What if we need you? - Max exploded.
- We’ll deal like I have when you weren’t there for me! Tucson is real near, If we need her, I will go and get her! - Michael faced Max. - Our people want us together, as a team, but you are the one who goes away or does stuff on your own without including us. So why don’t you take the next flight to Antar you can find, sit on your throne and see what you can do there by yourself, cause we will all be here in case you ever need us to give you a hand. - Michael shot back at him.
Then he took Isabel’s and Maria’s hands and walked them into the apartment. The rest went with him, so Max had to follow or stay outside alone.
- Ok Iz, since you’re here, you can have some fun helping us with our homework. - Liz smiled at Isabel and she smiled back.
- Stuart called me during his lunch break, and he sends his love to all of you. He said he’s going to call me everyday like this, and I can call him anytime I want. He also told me he was going to call Laurie to tell her he was there, and to get together. - She told them. - I’m sorry, Liz, but I think Michael’s right. -
- Don’t be sorry! Of course he’s right! - Liz agreed with her. - And Max knows, that’s why it all ended there and he didn’t pursue it. -
- Hey Iz, do you want to share a Snapple? - Asked Maria.
- I think I can handle a whole one. - Isabel said.
- Ok, have this one, I’ll get another and Liz will share with me. Right? -
Maria winked at Liz and she nodded.
Michael was helping Kyle with Maths and Max decided he better join them or be left out. Anyway, geek or no geek, he could use a hand in Maths, and that seemed to be Michael’s field. By the time they had all the school work ready, Kyle took off for home to have dinner because he was meeting some old jock friends who were visiting. Then Max and Isabel got a call from their parents to go over for dinner and asking them to do a “get together” thing for the days Jesse would be away, and stay at home with them. Isabel told them frowning, that she would have to fight away a few pounds as her mother would be cramming her with food, and Max just said it would be a nice change to sleep in a proper bed. Michael just scoffed at the insult to his couch, and they all had a laugh over it. Maria had a private talk with Liz in the bathroom, telling her she thought it would be great to have the apartment for themselves these days without Max lurking there, and complaining of the noise, and Liz told her she had discovered that those valiums that she had used so effectively as her excuse for the eraser room incident today were amazing, and they were not really sleeping pills, they just sedated you and you had the most resting and renewing sleep ever. To the extent that she hadn’t even known what had gone on with her and Michael that night cause her empathy had been totally out. She was planning on taking only half of one tonight because she really needed to relax after the whole stressing thing in school today, and the fact that who knew what Forrester had in store for them tomorrow, when he had had time to think out the whole thing over. Maria said that Michael would take care of taking it all from her head with what she was planning for them tonight. Of course, as far as her mother was concerned, she would be at Liz’s, so to be ready in case she called. They giggled and she promised to tell Liz all about it tomorrow. So when Max and Isabel left they gave them a lift to the Crashdown cause they were all working that night.
Jim Valenti arrived home to find Kyle in front of the tube with a TV dinner. He sat beside him and asked him how school was, receiving a nod that could mean anything. After the trip to Tucson, Kyle had been kind of distant and Jim wondered what was going on with him.
- Dad, may I ask you something? -
- Fire away! - Said Jim.
- Do you think this person, who is a just a friend, and rather close to another friend of mine, want to become a little more than a friend, though there is some stuff that we have to get over to make it work out? - Kyle said being as ambiguous as he could.
Jim though it out and came to the conclusion he was talking about Laurie Dupree.
- Do I know this person? - He asked playing along.
- Yes, been here too. - He confirmed.
“Well” Jim thought, “the girl is nice, loaded, owns a great place, she’s close to Michael, kind of a sister, and the stuff to get over is probably the fact that she’s a little older, so what? Yes, she came visiting them here the last time she was in Roswell. No doubts about it, it’s Laurie Dupree. “
- Sure, I don’t think that person would have any problems getting closer. - He nodded, reassuring him.
Kyle smiled and went on eating.
“At least she’s not taller than him.” Jim went on thinking. “That size problem has been quite a trauma for Kyle. He lost football and the basketball coach keeps him too long on the bench because of it. What can he expect, his mother was a wisp of a woman, and neither him nor his father could be called more that just average, in other words, “short”. Kyle felt quite put out by taller girls, like Isabel, such a shame! Lovely girl! But Laurie was perfect for him. He’d come out clear about her once he felt ready for it. “
- Hey dad, these two guys who used to play football are in town, so I’ll go have a couple of beer with them, ok? We’ll probably end up at Michael’s cause they’re asking about him…- Kyle told him.
- They know Michael? - Jim was surprised, because as far as he knew, Michael barely had a few friends and they were a tight group, for obvious reasons.
- Yeah, remember that guy who played here with us? He was a senior when I was a sophomore, the “brickwall”? - Kyle said.
- Oh yeah, he was quite good, defense, right? What became of him? - Jim asked.
- He had an ankle injury and now works in a religious high school, coaching. - Kyle told him.
- And who’s the other one? - Jim asked out of curiosity.
- He didn’t play with us. He actually played against us in that only game that Michael played, remember? - Kyle chuckled.
- I don’t think there’s anyone here in Roswell who doesn’t remember that game! Michael practically wins it for us and never played again! - Jim shook his head. - Was that the one with the funny nickname? What was it…- Jim reminisced.
- “The Rhino” - Kyle reminded him.
- Right! “The Rhino”! Couple of black guys, huh? - Jim said.
- What, you’re a racist now? - Kyle teased.
- No, no, just placing them. Yeah, go ahead, but don’t skip school! -
- That’s why we’ll probably stay over at Michael’s and go together tomorrow. The guys have to leave early to catch a bus. - Kyle explained.
Jim just nodded and Kyle went to the kitchen to get a soda to wash down his meal.
Michael and Maria worked until close up time. Maria called her mum and told her she was just falling asleep on her feet and would have to do her homework tomorrow early, so she would stay over. Amy was ok with it. She rode with Michael to his apartment and they went straight to the shower to wash away the smell of food that permeated their hair and skin. They took a long relaxing shower, Maria soaped Michael laboriously and then hugged him from behind as she did his front and got hers lathered as she rubbed against his back. She did her back as he rinsed and jumped in to soak together. Michael’s powers were great to dry their hair, being in complete control when he was so relaxed, and the towels were just a sexy touch to dry their bodies. Then Maria got Michael in bed and gave him the greatest massage he had had so far, leaving no part of his back untouched, using her hands and mouth in everyway possible, rubbing, kneading, scratching, kissing, nipping, licking, all the works. Then she pulled his hips up and started eating him out until he complained:
- Hey! No fair! - Sounding like a little boy in the playground.
- It’s “Not fair” Michael. - She giggled.
- That’s what I said! - He protested.
- You’re saying it wrong! It should be “not” instead of “no”. - She insisted.
- You know what I mean, I want to do it too! - He whined.
Maria slid upside down under him and they used their hands and mouths to do everything that drove them out of their minds. After Maria’s second orgasm, she decided it was time for the real thing. She went back right side up, and then it was pure smut, totally sweet, practicing their new game, that got Michael so hot and wild. He loved the way he could control it to the last second, cause he felt exactly what she was feeling, and he could have them coming right when and how they wanted, it was awesome! Michael treasured falling asleep in Maria’s arms, because he felt completely at home.
Maria woke up and wasn’t sure why. Then she heard it again and decided to wake up Michael. He felt her sitting up and thought she needed to go to the bathroom, so he started pushing aside as she rose and resulted in her knee connecting accidentally with his balls. Not that hard, but painful enough to wake him up.
- Owww, Maria! - He moaned.
- I’m so sorry, baby, I wanted to wake you up but I didn’t mean t hurt you…-
- Why did you want to wake me up? - He whispered sleepily.
And then they heard it.
- Miiichaelll…-
- What was that? - Michael frowned.
- Miiichaelll? -
- Shit, Kyle? - Michael winced.
- What does he want? - Maria wondered.
- What is it, man? - Michael growled.
- Hey, open up, c’mon…- He sounded slurry.
- Kyle, it’s…- Michael groped behind him to find the clock, but Maria could see it from where she was sitting.
- It’s about 1:30. - She whispered back.
- It’s 1:30, dude, go home. - Michael sent back.
- I’m plastered, man, I won’t make it hooome! - He howled the last word like a coyote. - I need your cooouuuch. - He howled again.
- Shit! I’ll try to open the door from here. At least he’ll pass out right away if he’s as drunk as he sounds. - Said Michael, and raised his arm in the direction he guessed the door was, as he pushed up and turned. He zapped to unlock the front door and Maria gave a little cry.
- What? - He asked as he looked at what he’d done.
- Oh, dammit! - He said watching the door of the bedroom hanging kind of askew, after he had zapped the top hinge. - Shit! You stay here. - He ordered Maria who nodded, covering herself with the sheet all the way up to her chin.
Michael got up and padded to the door. He opened it and Kyle’s eyes scanned up and down his body. So he was naked, hadn’t he seen him naked when he screwed the hell out of him? Michael stood there smirking.
- Well, are you coming in or you want me to carry you like a bride? - He said.
Kyle started giggling and Michael was getting pissed.
- Ok, just close the door behind you, and keep it down, I don’t want problems with the neighbours. - He gestured with his hand and turned back to the bedroom. Kyle slapped his ass hard, and watched him jerk and gasp but he went on walking. Kyle didn’t know then how lucky he had been, Michael could’ve ripped his head off his shoulders if he had been alone. Kyle waved both his hands, and his two friends popped at each side, watching Michael’s retreating figure with the angry red imprint of Kyle’s hand on his butt.
- Ouch! - Said the “Brickwall”.
- Yum! - Said the “Rhino”.
They had a six pack each, and as they walked into the apartment, Kyle placed his hands over the mouths of his two friends.
- Shut up or he’ll kick us out! - He whispered, and waited until they nodded to pull his hands away. They went to sit on the couch and turned on the TV.
Michael returned to the bedroom cursing the door, which couldn’t be closed now that he really needed it. He lay back over Maria as he had been and didn’t give a damn if he was mooning the drunken Kyle on the couch, as he heard him giggle again. He heard the TV on a game of some kind.
- Hey! I said keep it down! I’m sleeping here! - His instincts had given him the warning to keep quiet about Maria, like they had made him keep quiet and pretend to sleep at the eraser room some hours before.
- Shut the door! - Shouted back Kyle.
- Fix the goddamn hinge! - Michael growled.
- No, don’t close the door, the view is great! - Kyle slurred followed by more giggles.
They grabbed a can each and pulled the tab clumsily spilling some of the beer on themselves, giggling histerically.
- You’re already drunk, dude, what the hell do you want to open three beers for? - Asked Michael shaking his head.
This time the three of them exploded in laughter and Michael realized that Kyle was not alone. He was worried about Maria being there.
- Stay out of sight. - Michael ordered, and she covered her head with the sheet and flattened out on the bed, so it just looked slept in.
Michael walked back to the living area and saw the three guys jump up from the couch as he approached them.
- SURPRISE! - They called together, and Michael noticed that the two new faces were somewhat familiar.
- Hey man, remember them? The “Brickwall” and the “Rhino”! - Kyle tried to clarify the information but Michael seemed lost.
- From that football game you played! - Kyle insisted.
- Oooh! Yeah! How you doing? Michael said, finally identifying the guys.
They pounced on him and hugged him from both sides, patting his back and ass lustily.
- Hey, kid, join us here! - The “Rhino” handed Michael a beer.
- No thanks, sorry, I can’t drink. - He declined politely.
- Of course you can! - Said the “Brickwall” and snatched the can from the other guy and shoved it towards Michael.
- I can’t, man! - Michael was getting upset.
- He can’t cause he’s an alien! - Said Kyle and cracked up laughing.
The others joined in, laughing their heads off.
- From what planet is he, huh? - The “Rhino” asked chuckling.
- The red hand planet. - Said Kyle and reached out with his foot and kicked Michael’s butt right over the red hand he had left there when he whacked him.
That got them laughing again, punching each others’ arms.
- How about some girls, huh? At least one? We can share, no problems! - The “Brickwall” assured them.
- Oh, he has a spitfire of a girlfriend! Right dude? - Kyle started. - Too bad my dad and her mum are getting kinda serious. That would make her my sister, huh? -
- Well, call her, kid. She’ll sure come when she knows she’ll have one hell of an action with us big cock niggers, she’ll love it! - The “Rhino” got them cracking up again.
Michael didn’t like the way Maria had been brought into the conversation.
- Hey, just keep it down, ok? I’m still in school, you know, sorry but I only have one sleeping bag and a blanket. -
- We’re jungle bunnies, kid, we can sleep on the floor! - The “Brickwall” started the laughing bout this time.
- I’ll get them for you. - Michael started going back to the bedroom.
- Hell of an ass, dude. - Went the “Rhino”.
- I peeled his pants all the way down to his knees and had him on the floor under me at the practice! - Boasted the “Brickwall”. - The bleachers went nuts, right? Tell him Kyle! -
- Yeah, man, he did. - They went back to giggling.
Michael knew they had dropped the “girls” thing and got on him instead.
When he went into the bedroom, he found Maria totally covered with the sheet and trembling. He pulled it from her face and she was very pale.
- Hey, it’s ok, I’m here. - He whispered and kissed her.
- Kyle is a jerk! - She spat with fury.
- That’s not the Kyle we know, Maria, he’s drunk, it’s just another person, like Hank was. I know. - He told her quietly.
- Hey Michael, don’t bother bringing over the stuff, we’ll camp down in your room, the tube is off anyway. Can we put the beers in the fridge? - One of them asked, Michael wasn’t sure which guy it was.
- Shit! - He cursed. - Sure, Kyle, show them. -
Michael was grateful for the time that would take them, he whisked Maria in his arms and took her to the closet by the bedroom door. She eased her inside on a thick blanket he had on the floor. He gave her one of his larger sweatshirts to keep her warm and got the extra blanket and the rolled sleeping bag. He heard them giggling and cackling in the kitchen area and something fell and broke.
- Sorry, man, better not walk barefoot over here! - Kyle chuckled. - Can we have the pasta? -
- Ok! Yeah, sure…- Michael shouted back. He turned to Maria. - You stay here, you hear? Not a sound! There’s no way I can get you out without them seeing you. You’ll be safe here, I’ll hide the door. -
- Oh my god, no Michael! If you lock me up here and I can’t see what’s going on, I’ll just lose it! -
- Maria, it’s better this way, they can get real gross, and offensive. - Michael didn’t use aggressive, not to frighten her more than she already was.
- That was good, just what I needed, pasta gets me real horny, like my friends here, huh? Check those hard ons! Just wait till you snort this stuff, it’s the best! What you’re sporting now, is nothing! - They were just screaming their laughter, totally uninhibited. So now they were going to snort? Jim Valenti was going to go into convulsions when he found out! If he found out, cause Kyle wouldn’t remember a thing in a few hours.
- Michael please! I will get claustrophobic! I’ll go nuts! - She was shivering and her tears were running down her cheeks.
- Ok, ok, but you have to promise, swear, that you won’t move or make a noise, at all! If they as much as lay a finger on you I will lose it! - He told her, staring into her running eyes.
- I can’t use my powers, Maria, even if they won’t remember it. When I’m mad, they’re dangerously out of control, but when I’m worried, like now, about you, they get erratic, and I might end up burning the whole place up.
- Michael, they can hurt you! I know what Kyle wants from you, and nothing is going to stop him now that he has no control over himself! - Maria sobbed.
- I don’t know what’s going to happen here, Maria, but whatever it is, make it worth it. It would kill me if they find you, if they even touch you. Please Maria, swear, on me, if I’m worth anything to you, that you won’t do anything at all to make them know you’re here! Swear! - Michael was absolutely determined to protect her. She started feeling this dread, and she thought of Isabel, what she must have felt at the torture chamber, as Michael was being butchered, and began to understand her. Michael was sacrificing himself for her, like he had done for Liz, when Max got drunk at Laurie’s and she realized that’s what Liz must have been feeling when she told her of Isabel’s feelings at the cafeteria today,no, yesterday. And Liz’s empathy couldn’t help them cause she was sleeping peacefully with the valium.
- Maria! Swear to me! - Michael was insisting, desperate.
- I swear, I swear! - She nodded, finding it difficult even to breathe in her anguish.
Michael leant over and kissed her, as they heard the three drunk “friends” slowly progressing towards the bedroom. He closed the door of the closet and waved his hand over it. It became a mirror on the outside, but to Maria, it was like a crystal clear slab of glass. As if she were just there, in the room with him, huddled against the wall, out of the way for her safety. Her size favoured her, there was no way she would cramp in there, she had enough space for movement, and she could do it silently if she was careful, undetected. She watched Michael turn off the light and lie down on the bed, pulling the sheet up to his waist, and facing the door to see what was coming, the front of his body glued to the bed and half his face buried in the pillow. They heard them approaching the bedroom and Maria could see Michael’s muscles tense with the stress of having to deal with three drunk guys who simply couldn’t see reason. And now they were on coke, on top of all, full energy, their batteries in full load. They wanted, they took. Michael braced himself and just thought of Maria. His only fear was not being able to be with her again, the rest he could deal with, no matter what.
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Then they were right at the door. Maria heard one of them express the need to turn on the light and then the fumbling and cursing looking for the switch and not finding it. One announced he had a lighter and a faint glow helped them to their purpose. They walked straight to the bed and Maria noticed they didn’t seem at all drunk now, so she suspected it was the coke they had allegedly consumed. They stood at the foot of the bed, Kyle in the middle, looking down at Michael who lay there feigning sleep. Kyle reached down and pulled the sheet to almost his ankles, exposing him completely.
- Fuck off, Kyle…- Slurred Michael as he slithered on the bed, sounding like he was talking in his sleep.
- Wow, man, with an ass like this, what the hell would you want a freaking girl for? - Said the other one.
- Hell of a wildcat too, the girlfriend, huh? - One of the guys said, observing the nail imprints she had left on his butt and Maria felt real bad.
- You don’t know, man, he likes her to go kinky on him. - Kyle explained.
- Cool! He’ll just love us! - He chuckled. - Just check out that mirror, man! Wow! -
They turned to look at it and Maria was sickened at the lusty expressions in their faces, they looked like demons! They were practically drooling like sick psychos. She was totally repelled and grossed out.
- Yeah. Well, let’s get to business! - Said Kyle rubbing his hands.
Maria saw the two guys climb on the bed and straddle Michael’s thighs and then place their hands on his buttocks, spreading him. Kyle knelt between them and she shuddered knowing exactly what they were looking at.
- He looks damn tight! - Said the one on the right.
- You have no idea! - Said Kyle with mock seriousness and got them all giggling.
Then the one on the left, just like that, plunged his finger deep into Michael.
He jerked and gritted his teeth, the air hissing through them at the not totally unexpected sharp pain, because he knew it was coming, but not when and how, at least not that bad, due to the lack of lubrication.
- Hey! - Kyle protested, grabbing the black wrist and yanking the hand away, making Michael gasp at the new bout of unsuspected pain, the sudden removal hurting as bad as the vicious penetration.
- What? - The guy said.
- You should have wet it! - Kyle scolded.
- Oh, sure, yeah, sorry kid. - He said, giving Michael’s butt a couple of spanks and a squeeze.
- They must have something …- The other one thought aloud, looking around.
Kyle’s eyes were drawn to the nighstand and the jar with the green cap. He nudged the guy on the right and gestured to it. His longer arm reached for it and handed it to Kyle, whose hand was out to receive it. He opened it and passed it under their noses so they could take a sniff.
- That’s kind of familiar…- One of them said and the other one agreed. Maria still had no way of identifying which one was which.
- Menthol! For the awesome fire and ice effect! The utmost, dude! - Kyle assured them.
- You’ve already tried it, right? -
- Oh yeah! - Kyle wiggled his eyebrows and got them on the giggles again. Maria thought that not even the coke had been able to rid them of that stage of stupidity.
- Wait, let’s put that on hold. I’m sure the taste won’t agree with the beer in my gut. - Kyle said and leant over, putting his hands high up on the inside of Michael’s thighs and the lowest part of his buttocks. He kept him apart and dove in to eat him out. Maria wondered if he could taste her in there, as she had done just that to him not so long ago. Kyle was too busy to give any sign, struggling to keep Michael still with the help of the other guys, and the second he came up for air, he was pushed back and replaced by the one on the left who was faster that his friend. He raised his arm and kept him at bay with his elbow. Just as he was about to make contact, Kyle took his can of beer from the floor and rinsed Michael with a swig of it.
- Hey! What was that for? - The guy complained.
- C’mon man, I thought you’d like it, I didn’t last much on a dry mouth! - Kyle calmed him down.
- Yeah, good idea! - He smiled as he struggled for the upper hand with the other guy. - Quit it, will you? Anyway, we’re leaving the best for the last, huh? Where the tongue is concerned, the “Rhino” rules, man! - He said.
“ Oh,” thought Maria, “so that’s the “Rhino”, well finally!”
The said beast opened his mouth and let out a tongue that easily beat Gene Simmons’ of Kiss for at least and inch, wiggling it every which way, showing what he was capable of. Kyle and the “Brickwall” were cackling and punching each other’s arms. Then the “Brickwall” went for it. Michael was efficiently held down, though he managed a few squirms. Kyle’s brilliant idea of dousing him with beer had made just what was needed go into him along with the “Brickwall’s” tongue and the sensitivity came to him as if he had drunk it. “Dammit Kyle! Why did you have to do that!” Cursed Michael and then, when he was through, the “Rhino” pushed him aside and went for the kill. So far, Michael had held on, clutching the sheet and shutting his eyes tight, his lips parted and moaning. But the “Rhino” was something else. Maria saw his eyes open with a look of confusion, then shut again tight, his teeth bit his lower lip hard, then he buried his face in the pillow, and his hand let go off the sheet and clutched it again, ripping it. He was writhing and bucking, and Maria had to admit the man was driving her boyfriend wild with his huge tongue. She had no way of suspecting that the beer had something to do with it. His stamina was way above the other ones, but it had a limit. He raised his head and took a deep breath.
- Wow man! He tastes like cotton candy spiked with beer! - He exclaimed.
- Yeah, doesn’t he? That’s weird. I like! - Said the “Brickwall”.
- The show must go on! - Announced Kyle and retrieved the jar, scooping some of the greasy stuff and taking back his place in the middle. The other two watched entranced. Kyle pushed all he could inside Michael and then rubbed the rest outside. Then he proceeded to insert his finger slowly, twisting and screwing it as he went all the way in. Michael was squirming again, but the guys decided they liked it, probably it turned them on, so they only concentrated in keeping him spread enough for their visual enjoyment. Kyle was sliding in and out, and turned to the others.
- He can take two now. - He assured them.
But he wasn’t counting on both being just as fast and pushing in together. Michael gasped and Maria saw his already taut body go rock hard.
- Shit! - They all screamed together as Michael growled, with three fingers up his ass.
- Well, move it, what are you waiting for? - Kyle encouraged them, and got them pumping in and out each at their own time, totally out of sync. Then Kyle was moving alone, the other two up to the knuckle. Kyle shoved deep too and gazed right and left at the funny looks on their faces.
- You guys ok? - He wondered.
- Shit man, this kid has some ass! I had to freeze or I would have come through my finger! Don’t ask me how, man. Never felt that before in my life! Look at the “Rhino”, dude, he’s ready for a finger orgasm too, I swear. -
- Wow! If he can do this to my finger, my cock will just want to marry him! - Slurred the “Rhino”. - Jeeesus, dude! Let’s get to it! I just can’t wait! -
- One at a time, huh? I don’t want him bleeding yet. - Kyle chuckled. - I’ll go first and wait until I tell you too, ok? -
Kyle pulled his finger out slowly, then he nudged the “Brickwall”, and he did the same, but the second he was out, he shoved it back in and out.
- Sorry, couldn’t help it…- He said guiltily.
The “Rhino” pumped him a couple of times too, before pulling out.
- Ok, them, on with the porno! - Said the “Brickwall”, and they started stripping.
Maria watched the three naked men and couldn’t help comparing them with Michael.They were all similar, except for the colour of skin. One white, the other one quite dark, and the third one almost jet black. The two black guys could pass as twins, thin as wires, with very defined abs and arms, but not much below the waist, except for their out of proportion erect cocks. Kyle was about the same, but being much shorter, he didn’t seem as thin as he was. The two older guys reminded her of Max, paint him black and he could be the triplet. What was it with guys and abs? She would much rather have a good pair of legs and a round butt, just what they were all lacking and Michael excelled in. She didn’t go much for guys that looked like they were in dire need of a bra, or that they could go for some kind of support where a man shouldn’t. Michael had the kind of definition she liked, without the imposed exaggeration of the other ones. Even the size of his cock was perfect for her, she didn’t like to be intimidated by something that could cause her discomfort and perhaps, damage. No way! She liked to enjoy, where Michael liked to suffer.
- Which flavour do you think he’ll like first, vanilla, chocolate or licorice? - Chuckled Kyle.
- Well, the “Brickwall seems to rule in that area, so maybe he should wrap it up, not to spoil it for us. And you’re almost there, man, so I guess I should start. I’m not as thick as you guys, though I’ve had no complaints. - He grinned, and nodded when they accepted. Kyle went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He raised the vibrator by the chord and dangled it as he licked his lips. He placed in on the bed for the aftermath, and found what he was looking for: a bottle of baby oil with a pop-up cap. Then he got hold of the rolled up sleeping bag and the others got the message. They pulled Michael’s hips up so that Kyle could get it under him, keeping him raised and bent over.
Kyle and the “Brickwall” took their places at Michael’s thighs and buttocks to watch the action, their hot hands holding, spreading and caressing.
- Here…- Said Kyle and held the jar for the “Rhino”. He smeared a generous glob on the head of his cock and pressed it against Michael’s
tight opening. Kyle tipped the bottle of oil and coated his whole length, making it slick and shiny. He started it in, but met a lot of resistance, so to make it happen, he gave a hard shove and buried it in. Michael grunted but dealt, his insides fighting but losing, as he felt them stretching to allow it in. The progress was slow, but unrelenting, and soon he was completely filled by the chocolate coloured meat, feeling it slide in and out of him, the friction heating it up. The fingers digging into Michael were bruising him painfully, treating the cock inside him with a strong grip, so that it gave him the itch and scratched it at the same time. Michael braced his hips up on his knees, as the man rammed him hard, going deep and slamming into his body, then rising and thrusting against his prostate until he couldn’t hold back and he came, triggering the man inside him, who needed a few deep short stabs to get there, a little after him. The cum shooting into him stung, and Michael shuddered with the memory of another black cock, spurting fire into him. Soon after, he felt it sliding out of him, and he heard the familiar voice.
- Relax and enjoy, Michael, I’ll make it hurt real good! - Kyle’s thicker cock was forced into him, his guts protesting but having to accept, as it throbbed all the way in. Michael clenched hard against it, proving Kyle right and making it hurt damn good. Every time Kyle shoved in, Michael contracted, making it open him until their bodies slammed together, fighting it so that it hurt just as bad as the last thrust. Kyle would prod his prostate once, and drive deep a few times after, to make him last as much as he could. It was Michael who started begging for release, not with words but with body language, twisting from one side to the other, as Kyle screwed it into him. He pumped a few short fast ones and then a slow deep one that made Michael buck back to get it as deep as it could go. Michael was writhing and moaning as Kyle was fucking the daylights out of him and Maria could tell why he had left him so sore before they left Laurie’s. Now she was worried thinking how Michael would be able to take the “Brickwall” who was definitely longer and thicker. Kyle was now giving it to him hard, Michael adjusting his body to how he wanted it to enter him, and when he just couldn’t take it anymore, he got Kyle where he wanted him and came whimpering and sobbing into the pillow, as Kyle was exploding into him right after. Kyle buried deep, shuddering and pulling Michael against him, staying inside as long as he could. When he came out, he raised his hand for the “Brickwall” to hold it a sec, and he chuckled as he watched his cum leaking out of the alien boy.
- We just made a chocolate milkshake in there. - Kyle giggled, gathering it with his finger to rim Michael with it, cause the “Brickwall” was sure going to tear his ass, sore as he was now. - Go for it man, this is what I call a “sacrifice”. Ready to bleed, boy? - Kyle spanked Michael’s ass hard, making him wince.
If Maria had had a gun in her hand, she would have found the way to come out of the closet, pun intended, definitely, and shoot the three of them dead in the head, Kyle twice, cause the smurf absolutely deserved to die at least twice. She saw the “Brickwall” struggling to get into Michael, in spite of the cum, the extra Vaseline and baby oil he had used. I wasn’t the fault of the lubrication, it was that he was just too big. But he wouldn’t give up, he took a deep breath and simply rammed. He had been trying to ease it in by pressure but it hadn’t worked, so all that remained was brute force, and he felt Michael’s flesh tearing to allow him in. Michael’s whole body shuddered in excruciating pain, but the jet black cock didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt. He pulled out and rammed in again, and again, heedless of the damage he was causing. Michael was burning, inside and out, the huge black cock felt like it was wrapped in sandpaper, scraping him raw, and the man simple kept going, nonstop, enjoying the tight encasement and the resistance the boy was putting up, to the maximum. The cum of the two previous fuckers was squeezed out of him with each savage thrust, and this time, it was the “Brickwall” who went for the kill. He jabbed against his prostate and immediately changed direction and buried in deep, he kept this up until the pain was simply exquisite and even the orgasm hurt. The pain was unbearable, because the “Brickwall” didn’t come with him, or right after as the others had, it took him at least a minute to start spurting his scalding poison into him, and his erection also lasted until Michael felt he would pass out. When it started finally slipping out, it was as if a four pronged barb was being yanked out of him, ripping into his flesh and taking his guts along with it. He knew he was bleeding, he had suffered several tears, and he just hoped he would be able to get Max before he fainted or went into a coma. “Maria must be going out of her mind.” He thought, and he hoped she would keep her promise.
- Hey man, do you have peroxide? Maybe his chick dyes her hair, go check ok? - The “Brickwall” was holding a white t-shirt all bunched up against Michael, and it was rapidly turning red.
Kyle came back from the bathroom with a plastic bottle of the stuff and handed it to his friend who checked the label and shook his head.
- It’s too damn strong, but it will have to do. Wait, I need something to shoot it in. - He went to the bathroom with Kyle, hoping to find a syringe, but found instead a plastic bottle with an applicator tip which Maria had used to streak her hair once, not wanting to bother Isabel, so he filled it with the peroxide.
They had left the “Rhino” in charge of the staunching, and in two swift moves, the “Brickwall” pulled the soaked t-shirt away and shoved the applicator into Michael, injecting the full contents into him. Michael ripped the sheet to shreds and bit his lip till it bled.
- Give me that thing. - He pointed but seeing Kyle’s hesitation he insisted. - Yes, the toy! C’mon man, I know what I’m doing! -
Kyle handed him over the vibrator and watched the “Brickwall” soak it in the oil. He pulled out the tip of the bottle out of Michael and some pinkish foam started frothing out of the shivering boy. He stuck in the toy until it disappeared completely into him, with just the chord coming out of him, and nodded.
- He’ll be good as new, sore, sure, but healing. He’s feverish right now, but he will sleep it off as he heals. Oh by the way, I’m a paramedic, don’t worry, now we all need some sleep, or we’ll never make the bus. You staying with him, man? Ok, I’ll take the couch and the “Rhino” here, can take the sleeping bag. The kid doesn’t need it anymore. - He pulled it from under Michael as he held him up with his other arm and eased him back on the bed. He spanked Michael a couple again and covered him to mid thighs.
- Thanks, kid, best fuck of my life, I’m quite serious. It’s real hard to find someone who can take all of me and brave enough to do so. Anytime you want me. Hope you do. Night, Kyle. - And he left the room as if what had just happened had been one hell of a treat, but it was now over. The “Rhino” followed him toting the sleeping bag, and they turned out the lights on the way out.
Chapter 130
Maria trusted Michael with her life, but she was getting quite worried. He was the only one who knew exactly where she was, and now he was too hurt to be able to do anything about it. Even if he could, he wouldn’t expose her while the other two were in there, and the guys had seemed to have no problems getting ready to take a snooze. The effect of the coke must have already worn out, used as they were to it, but with Kyle it probably was a whole different story, since it had been his first time. There was no way of knowing how it had really affected him. He had sat at the foot of the bed, in the middle and lain back so that his knees were draped over the edge and his body was between Michael’s legs. His head had fallen back heavily on Michael’s ass, and he grunted and writhed under him to accommodate the discomfort of Kyle’s head on him. Heads could be quite heavy, especially on his sore butt plus a vibrator up his ass, even if it was turned off. Michael had kept sending her his vibes during the whole brutal rape, cause though he had allowed it to happen to protect her, it had still been an unwilling act, and she had been able to register and read them. They had began a strong pink turning a deeper shade of red as the pain peaked, going to almost burgundy at the end. But now she was getting the pink flecked with red in a kind of strobe effect, not constant, and each time more distant, and she wasn’t liking it. They had left the lights on, and she could see he was breathing evenly, though a little harded than normal cause she could hear him clearly. He was hurting, but dealing with it. The guy seemed to have taken care of him quite efficiently, but what she was getting assured her he was in pain and feverish and uncomfortable. She wished there was a way to get Max, she should have brought her cell phone with her into the closet. It was lying unseen on the opposite side of the bed, where she had dropped it and shoved it under the bed but within reach. She would just have to rest, cause sleep was out of the question except perhaps for a few cat naps, until the two black jerks would leave to get their bus, and then she would be able to try to wake Kyle…oh my god, Kyle! If Michael was right and he wouldn’t remember what had happened, would it be fair to tell him? What about Jim? How would he react if he knew what Kyle had been up to? The beers he could cope with, but snorting? And raping Michael, luring his friends to do it too? Jim had also been healed by Max, and eventually he would turn on the alien side. Even if they kept the whole thing away from him, when that happened, he would probably be able to get some flashes from Kyle, and find out what kind of sick stuff his son had been doing to Michael. She didn’t want to be anywhere near the neighbourhood of the Valentis when that happened. Kyle would be curious when he woke up about what he was doing there and how he had got there. She hoped he wouldn’t ask what they had been up to, cause she would have a hard time deciding whether to tell him the truth, or invent some pious lie not to make him feel bad. Unfortunately, he would be able to pick up the real thing from Michael. The way things had been going with them, she knew Kyle couldn’t keep his hands away from Michael, touching him every chance he had, and Michael’s vibes could be powerful. He definitely wouldn’t do it on purpose, but unwittingly, yes. She hated being in her shoes when the whole thing came out in the open, as it would, whether she liked it or not. She remembered dozing and waking up several times, finding Kyle snoring and Michael sleeping fitfully, moaning and squirming, trying uselessly to get rid of Kyle’s obnoxious head. She must have blacked out again, cause the next thing she remembered, was the guys coming into the room and looking at the two sleeping boys. They woke Kyle up, and sent him to the bathroom without the least protest. While he was gone, the “Brickwall” pulled out the dilator, wiped it with a corner of the sheet, and nodded. He went to the drawer of the nighttable and found a tube of ointment left over by Stuart, which was a little less than half full.
- Jackpot! - He chuckled. - I was just hoping for plain Vaseline, but this is so much better! Guess he’s in the habit of having his ass broken! -
The “Rhino” shook his head and chuckled, as the “Brickwall” rolled his eyes.
He applied it with the help of the “Rhino” in the spreading, soothing Michael with some words which Maria didn’t get to hear clearly, and tossed it empty on the floor. He slid in the vibrator again carefully, as Michael protested with squirms and moans, to no avail, and frowned when he touched his cheek.
- The fever persists, but Kyle will do something about it, I’m sure. We have to go man. C’mon. - They left as they heard the toilet flush, after Kyle had taken an endless pee, getting rid of all the beer from their unusual party, and then the sound of water made it clear he was about to take a shower. Kyle came back into the room wrapped in a towel, and Maria saw her chance. Her promise to Michael was long kept, and she started screaming her head off for Kyle. She saw him yelp and crane his neck in every direction, trying to find out where it was coming from.
- The mirror, you idiot! Had you ever seen it before? And please! Will you put on some clothes? -
- Shit! He said and grabbed his pants and t-shirt from the floor, getting them on as fast as he could before dropping the towel.
His eyes were really open now, and he went to the mirror, placing his hands on the smooth surface. He slid them left and right, up and down, squinting his eyes, trying to see beyond it.
- Maria? What are you doing in there? - He asked perplexed.
- Wake Michael up! He’s the only one who can get me out of here! -
- How…why…what? - He went, nothing making sense at all.
The screeching of a car outside made them both jump.
- What time is it, Kyle? - Asked Maria, and he checked his watch.
- Almost 5:30. - He answered and ran to hide by the bed as they heard the front door burst open and three voices, one male and two female made their way towards the room. Max and Isabel rushed in with a shaky Liz held between them.
- She’s in there! - She exclaimed pointing to the mirror.
- I thought there was a closet there… - Observed Isabel.
- There was. - Said Max, and waved his hand bringing the closet and the door back.
Liz and Isabel had rushed to Michael, after glaring at Kyle, who didn’t know why they did it. Then Maria came out and approached the bed with Max, glaring at Kyle too, on the way there.
- What? What? - Kyle asked, pissed and baffled.
- You idiot! You retarded moron! Don’t you ever dare set a foot here again with Michael if one of us isn’t here with you! I mean Liz, Isabel or me! Dumbo here is not included! - Maria shouted at him, furious.
- Hey! I had nothing to do with this! - Snapped Max, clearly offended.
- Ok, then, I’m sorry! - Maria screamed back.
- What the hell is going on? - Kyle persisted, not ready to give up, for his own good, his curiosity gaining over.
Max and Isabel pounced on him and grabbed his head from both sides, needing just a few seconds to brief him on the whole thing. Kyle shook their hands away, his mouth open in shock. He took a couple of steps to the bed and slumped on the floor with his back against the lower edge. He flexed his knees and buried his face on them, his arms wrapped around his head in obvious shame. Max used his healing powers on Michael, his connection with him still holding. He somewhat managed to ease his fever, and Michael opened his eyes to find them by his side.
- Maria? - Was the first word out of his lips.
- I’m here, Michael, I’m fine! - She knelt on the floor and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his mouth. - You ok now? -
- Now I am…Maria, I was so worried about you, I thought you wouldn’t be able to keep your promise…- He told her, staring into her eyes, his full of love.
- I almost couldn’t Michael, but I couldn’t break a promise to you. - She kissed him again.
- Hey, how did you guys…? - Maria couldn’t finish as Liz immediately told her what she had been through.
- I took half a valium, just to get a good night’s sleep and my empathy kicked in just as usual, but the stupid pill didn’t let me wake up, no matter how much I tried. It was the worst nightmare of my life, knowing what was going on and not being able to do anything about it! I knew my alarm would be able to wake me up but that would be at 5:30. Then something totally unexpected happened at 5:00 am, Isabel dreamwalked me, and I told her everything. She got Max and picked me up and we raced right over. - Liz explained.
- It was just like it happened with Laurie! I wasn’t doing it by myself, but these anguished vibes from Liz got me there, and before I knew it, I was with Liz, who was totally freaking out with Michael’s ordeal. - Isabel said.
- Could you get this thing out of my ass? It’s getting me horny! - Michael reminded Max to finish what he had begun with his healing.
- Michael! - Went Maria, Liz and Isabel together, outraged.
- Hey, sorry, ok? - Michael apologized.
- Anybody home? - The voice of Jim Valenti came from the open door, which no one had remembered to close.
- Shit! - This time from everyone.
- Get up, get up! - 12 hands heaved Michael off the bed and half pushed half carried him to the bathroom. Max rushed back and made sure to wipe out all the evidence left on the bed, and clean the blood soaked t-shirt. Then he hurriedly crammed the empty tube of ointment with the Menthol Vaseline jar and the baby oil into the drawer shutting it quietly.
- Where are you kids? - Jim insisted, knocking a couple of times on the open door.
He had heard some rustling just beyond his range of view, and some muffled voices, and thought it was getting kind of weird.
- Hey, Jim! - Max and Liz came out to meet him, and Kyle walked behind them, still barefoot.
- Dad…- He said stifling a yawn.
- Well, how did it go? What did you guys do last night? - Jim asked, grinning unsuspecting.
Kyle took a deep breath hating to lie to his father while he still could.
Then they were right at the door. Maria heard one of them express the need to turn on the light and then the fumbling and cursing looking for the switch and not finding it. One announced he had a lighter and a faint glow helped them to their purpose. They walked straight to the bed and Maria noticed they didn’t seem at all drunk now, so she suspected it was the coke they had allegedly consumed. They stood at the foot of the bed, Kyle in the middle, looking down at Michael who lay there feigning sleep. Kyle reached down and pulled the sheet to almost his ankles, exposing him completely.
- Fuck off, Kyle…- Slurred Michael as he slithered on the bed, sounding like he was talking in his sleep.
- Wow, man, with an ass like this, what the hell would you want a freaking girl for? - Said the other one.
- Hell of a wildcat too, the girlfriend, huh? - One of the guys said, observing the nail imprints she had left on his butt and Maria felt real bad.
- You don’t know, man, he likes her to go kinky on him. - Kyle explained.
- Cool! He’ll just love us! - He chuckled. - Just check out that mirror, man! Wow! -
They turned to look at it and Maria was sickened at the lusty expressions in their faces, they looked like demons! They were practically drooling like sick psychos. She was totally repelled and grossed out.
- Yeah. Well, let’s get to business! - Said Kyle rubbing his hands.
Maria saw the two guys climb on the bed and straddle Michael’s thighs and then place their hands on his buttocks, spreading him. Kyle knelt between them and she shuddered knowing exactly what they were looking at.
- He looks damn tight! - Said the one on the right.
- You have no idea! - Said Kyle with mock seriousness and got them all giggling.
Then the one on the left, just like that, plunged his finger deep into Michael.
He jerked and gritted his teeth, the air hissing through them at the not totally unexpected sharp pain, because he knew it was coming, but not when and how, at least not that bad, due to the lack of lubrication.
- Hey! - Kyle protested, grabbing the black wrist and yanking the hand away, making Michael gasp at the new bout of unsuspected pain, the sudden removal hurting as bad as the vicious penetration.
- What? - The guy said.
- You should have wet it! - Kyle scolded.
- Oh, sure, yeah, sorry kid. - He said, giving Michael’s butt a couple of spanks and a squeeze.
- They must have something …- The other one thought aloud, looking around.
Kyle’s eyes were drawn to the nighstand and the jar with the green cap. He nudged the guy on the right and gestured to it. His longer arm reached for it and handed it to Kyle, whose hand was out to receive it. He opened it and passed it under their noses so they could take a sniff.
- That’s kind of familiar…- One of them said and the other one agreed. Maria still had no way of identifying which one was which.
- Menthol! For the awesome fire and ice effect! The utmost, dude! - Kyle assured them.
- You’ve already tried it, right? -
- Oh yeah! - Kyle wiggled his eyebrows and got them on the giggles again. Maria thought that not even the coke had been able to rid them of that stage of stupidity.
- Wait, let’s put that on hold. I’m sure the taste won’t agree with the beer in my gut. - Kyle said and leant over, putting his hands high up on the inside of Michael’s thighs and the lowest part of his buttocks. He kept him apart and dove in to eat him out. Maria wondered if he could taste her in there, as she had done just that to him not so long ago. Kyle was too busy to give any sign, struggling to keep Michael still with the help of the other guys, and the second he came up for air, he was pushed back and replaced by the one on the left who was faster that his friend. He raised his arm and kept him at bay with his elbow. Just as he was about to make contact, Kyle took his can of beer from the floor and rinsed Michael with a swig of it.
- Hey! What was that for? - The guy complained.
- C’mon man, I thought you’d like it, I didn’t last much on a dry mouth! - Kyle calmed him down.
- Yeah, good idea! - He smiled as he struggled for the upper hand with the other guy. - Quit it, will you? Anyway, we’re leaving the best for the last, huh? Where the tongue is concerned, the “Rhino” rules, man! - He said.
“ Oh,” thought Maria, “so that’s the “Rhino”, well finally!”
The said beast opened his mouth and let out a tongue that easily beat Gene Simmons’ of Kiss for at least and inch, wiggling it every which way, showing what he was capable of. Kyle and the “Brickwall” were cackling and punching each other’s arms. Then the “Brickwall” went for it. Michael was efficiently held down, though he managed a few squirms. Kyle’s brilliant idea of dousing him with beer had made just what was needed go into him along with the “Brickwall’s” tongue and the sensitivity came to him as if he had drunk it. “Dammit Kyle! Why did you have to do that!” Cursed Michael and then, when he was through, the “Rhino” pushed him aside and went for the kill. So far, Michael had held on, clutching the sheet and shutting his eyes tight, his lips parted and moaning. But the “Rhino” was something else. Maria saw his eyes open with a look of confusion, then shut again tight, his teeth bit his lower lip hard, then he buried his face in the pillow, and his hand let go off the sheet and clutched it again, ripping it. He was writhing and bucking, and Maria had to admit the man was driving her boyfriend wild with his huge tongue. She had no way of suspecting that the beer had something to do with it. His stamina was way above the other ones, but it had a limit. He raised his head and took a deep breath.
- Wow man! He tastes like cotton candy spiked with beer! - He exclaimed.
- Yeah, doesn’t he? That’s weird. I like! - Said the “Brickwall”.
- The show must go on! - Announced Kyle and retrieved the jar, scooping some of the greasy stuff and taking back his place in the middle. The other two watched entranced. Kyle pushed all he could inside Michael and then rubbed the rest outside. Then he proceeded to insert his finger slowly, twisting and screwing it as he went all the way in. Michael was squirming again, but the guys decided they liked it, probably it turned them on, so they only concentrated in keeping him spread enough for their visual enjoyment. Kyle was sliding in and out, and turned to the others.
- He can take two now. - He assured them.
But he wasn’t counting on both being just as fast and pushing in together. Michael gasped and Maria saw his already taut body go rock hard.
- Shit! - They all screamed together as Michael growled, with three fingers up his ass.
- Well, move it, what are you waiting for? - Kyle encouraged them, and got them pumping in and out each at their own time, totally out of sync. Then Kyle was moving alone, the other two up to the knuckle. Kyle shoved deep too and gazed right and left at the funny looks on their faces.
- You guys ok? - He wondered.
- Shit man, this kid has some ass! I had to freeze or I would have come through my finger! Don’t ask me how, man. Never felt that before in my life! Look at the “Rhino”, dude, he’s ready for a finger orgasm too, I swear. -
- Wow! If he can do this to my finger, my cock will just want to marry him! - Slurred the “Rhino”. - Jeeesus, dude! Let’s get to it! I just can’t wait! -
- One at a time, huh? I don’t want him bleeding yet. - Kyle chuckled. - I’ll go first and wait until I tell you too, ok? -
Kyle pulled his finger out slowly, then he nudged the “Brickwall”, and he did the same, but the second he was out, he shoved it back in and out.
- Sorry, couldn’t help it…- He said guiltily.
The “Rhino” pumped him a couple of times too, before pulling out.
- Ok, them, on with the porno! - Said the “Brickwall”, and they started stripping.
Maria watched the three naked men and couldn’t help comparing them with Michael.They were all similar, except for the colour of skin. One white, the other one quite dark, and the third one almost jet black. The two black guys could pass as twins, thin as wires, with very defined abs and arms, but not much below the waist, except for their out of proportion erect cocks. Kyle was about the same, but being much shorter, he didn’t seem as thin as he was. The two older guys reminded her of Max, paint him black and he could be the triplet. What was it with guys and abs? She would much rather have a good pair of legs and a round butt, just what they were all lacking and Michael excelled in. She didn’t go much for guys that looked like they were in dire need of a bra, or that they could go for some kind of support where a man shouldn’t. Michael had the kind of definition she liked, without the imposed exaggeration of the other ones. Even the size of his cock was perfect for her, she didn’t like to be intimidated by something that could cause her discomfort and perhaps, damage. No way! She liked to enjoy, where Michael liked to suffer.
- Which flavour do you think he’ll like first, vanilla, chocolate or licorice? - Chuckled Kyle.
- Well, the “Brickwall seems to rule in that area, so maybe he should wrap it up, not to spoil it for us. And you’re almost there, man, so I guess I should start. I’m not as thick as you guys, though I’ve had no complaints. - He grinned, and nodded when they accepted. Kyle went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He raised the vibrator by the chord and dangled it as he licked his lips. He placed in on the bed for the aftermath, and found what he was looking for: a bottle of baby oil with a pop-up cap. Then he got hold of the rolled up sleeping bag and the others got the message. They pulled Michael’s hips up so that Kyle could get it under him, keeping him raised and bent over.
Kyle and the “Brickwall” took their places at Michael’s thighs and buttocks to watch the action, their hot hands holding, spreading and caressing.
- Here…- Said Kyle and held the jar for the “Rhino”. He smeared a generous glob on the head of his cock and pressed it against Michael’s
tight opening. Kyle tipped the bottle of oil and coated his whole length, making it slick and shiny. He started it in, but met a lot of resistance, so to make it happen, he gave a hard shove and buried it in. Michael grunted but dealt, his insides fighting but losing, as he felt them stretching to allow it in. The progress was slow, but unrelenting, and soon he was completely filled by the chocolate coloured meat, feeling it slide in and out of him, the friction heating it up. The fingers digging into Michael were bruising him painfully, treating the cock inside him with a strong grip, so that it gave him the itch and scratched it at the same time. Michael braced his hips up on his knees, as the man rammed him hard, going deep and slamming into his body, then rising and thrusting against his prostate until he couldn’t hold back and he came, triggering the man inside him, who needed a few deep short stabs to get there, a little after him. The cum shooting into him stung, and Michael shuddered with the memory of another black cock, spurting fire into him. Soon after, he felt it sliding out of him, and he heard the familiar voice.
- Relax and enjoy, Michael, I’ll make it hurt real good! - Kyle’s thicker cock was forced into him, his guts protesting but having to accept, as it throbbed all the way in. Michael clenched hard against it, proving Kyle right and making it hurt damn good. Every time Kyle shoved in, Michael contracted, making it open him until their bodies slammed together, fighting it so that it hurt just as bad as the last thrust. Kyle would prod his prostate once, and drive deep a few times after, to make him last as much as he could. It was Michael who started begging for release, not with words but with body language, twisting from one side to the other, as Kyle screwed it into him. He pumped a few short fast ones and then a slow deep one that made Michael buck back to get it as deep as it could go. Michael was writhing and moaning as Kyle was fucking the daylights out of him and Maria could tell why he had left him so sore before they left Laurie’s. Now she was worried thinking how Michael would be able to take the “Brickwall” who was definitely longer and thicker. Kyle was now giving it to him hard, Michael adjusting his body to how he wanted it to enter him, and when he just couldn’t take it anymore, he got Kyle where he wanted him and came whimpering and sobbing into the pillow, as Kyle was exploding into him right after. Kyle buried deep, shuddering and pulling Michael against him, staying inside as long as he could. When he came out, he raised his hand for the “Brickwall” to hold it a sec, and he chuckled as he watched his cum leaking out of the alien boy.
- We just made a chocolate milkshake in there. - Kyle giggled, gathering it with his finger to rim Michael with it, cause the “Brickwall” was sure going to tear his ass, sore as he was now. - Go for it man, this is what I call a “sacrifice”. Ready to bleed, boy? - Kyle spanked Michael’s ass hard, making him wince.
If Maria had had a gun in her hand, she would have found the way to come out of the closet, pun intended, definitely, and shoot the three of them dead in the head, Kyle twice, cause the smurf absolutely deserved to die at least twice. She saw the “Brickwall” struggling to get into Michael, in spite of the cum, the extra Vaseline and baby oil he had used. I wasn’t the fault of the lubrication, it was that he was just too big. But he wouldn’t give up, he took a deep breath and simply rammed. He had been trying to ease it in by pressure but it hadn’t worked, so all that remained was brute force, and he felt Michael’s flesh tearing to allow him in. Michael’s whole body shuddered in excruciating pain, but the jet black cock didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt. He pulled out and rammed in again, and again, heedless of the damage he was causing. Michael was burning, inside and out, the huge black cock felt like it was wrapped in sandpaper, scraping him raw, and the man simple kept going, nonstop, enjoying the tight encasement and the resistance the boy was putting up, to the maximum. The cum of the two previous fuckers was squeezed out of him with each savage thrust, and this time, it was the “Brickwall” who went for the kill. He jabbed against his prostate and immediately changed direction and buried in deep, he kept this up until the pain was simply exquisite and even the orgasm hurt. The pain was unbearable, because the “Brickwall” didn’t come with him, or right after as the others had, it took him at least a minute to start spurting his scalding poison into him, and his erection also lasted until Michael felt he would pass out. When it started finally slipping out, it was as if a four pronged barb was being yanked out of him, ripping into his flesh and taking his guts along with it. He knew he was bleeding, he had suffered several tears, and he just hoped he would be able to get Max before he fainted or went into a coma. “Maria must be going out of her mind.” He thought, and he hoped she would keep her promise.
- Hey man, do you have peroxide? Maybe his chick dyes her hair, go check ok? - The “Brickwall” was holding a white t-shirt all bunched up against Michael, and it was rapidly turning red.
Kyle came back from the bathroom with a plastic bottle of the stuff and handed it to his friend who checked the label and shook his head.
- It’s too damn strong, but it will have to do. Wait, I need something to shoot it in. - He went to the bathroom with Kyle, hoping to find a syringe, but found instead a plastic bottle with an applicator tip which Maria had used to streak her hair once, not wanting to bother Isabel, so he filled it with the peroxide.
They had left the “Rhino” in charge of the staunching, and in two swift moves, the “Brickwall” pulled the soaked t-shirt away and shoved the applicator into Michael, injecting the full contents into him. Michael ripped the sheet to shreds and bit his lip till it bled.
- Give me that thing. - He pointed but seeing Kyle’s hesitation he insisted. - Yes, the toy! C’mon man, I know what I’m doing! -
Kyle handed him over the vibrator and watched the “Brickwall” soak it in the oil. He pulled out the tip of the bottle out of Michael and some pinkish foam started frothing out of the shivering boy. He stuck in the toy until it disappeared completely into him, with just the chord coming out of him, and nodded.
- He’ll be good as new, sore, sure, but healing. He’s feverish right now, but he will sleep it off as he heals. Oh by the way, I’m a paramedic, don’t worry, now we all need some sleep, or we’ll never make the bus. You staying with him, man? Ok, I’ll take the couch and the “Rhino” here, can take the sleeping bag. The kid doesn’t need it anymore. - He pulled it from under Michael as he held him up with his other arm and eased him back on the bed. He spanked Michael a couple again and covered him to mid thighs.
- Thanks, kid, best fuck of my life, I’m quite serious. It’s real hard to find someone who can take all of me and brave enough to do so. Anytime you want me. Hope you do. Night, Kyle. - And he left the room as if what had just happened had been one hell of a treat, but it was now over. The “Rhino” followed him toting the sleeping bag, and they turned out the lights on the way out.
Chapter 130
Maria trusted Michael with her life, but she was getting quite worried. He was the only one who knew exactly where she was, and now he was too hurt to be able to do anything about it. Even if he could, he wouldn’t expose her while the other two were in there, and the guys had seemed to have no problems getting ready to take a snooze. The effect of the coke must have already worn out, used as they were to it, but with Kyle it probably was a whole different story, since it had been his first time. There was no way of knowing how it had really affected him. He had sat at the foot of the bed, in the middle and lain back so that his knees were draped over the edge and his body was between Michael’s legs. His head had fallen back heavily on Michael’s ass, and he grunted and writhed under him to accommodate the discomfort of Kyle’s head on him. Heads could be quite heavy, especially on his sore butt plus a vibrator up his ass, even if it was turned off. Michael had kept sending her his vibes during the whole brutal rape, cause though he had allowed it to happen to protect her, it had still been an unwilling act, and she had been able to register and read them. They had began a strong pink turning a deeper shade of red as the pain peaked, going to almost burgundy at the end. But now she was getting the pink flecked with red in a kind of strobe effect, not constant, and each time more distant, and she wasn’t liking it. They had left the lights on, and she could see he was breathing evenly, though a little harded than normal cause she could hear him clearly. He was hurting, but dealing with it. The guy seemed to have taken care of him quite efficiently, but what she was getting assured her he was in pain and feverish and uncomfortable. She wished there was a way to get Max, she should have brought her cell phone with her into the closet. It was lying unseen on the opposite side of the bed, where she had dropped it and shoved it under the bed but within reach. She would just have to rest, cause sleep was out of the question except perhaps for a few cat naps, until the two black jerks would leave to get their bus, and then she would be able to try to wake Kyle…oh my god, Kyle! If Michael was right and he wouldn’t remember what had happened, would it be fair to tell him? What about Jim? How would he react if he knew what Kyle had been up to? The beers he could cope with, but snorting? And raping Michael, luring his friends to do it too? Jim had also been healed by Max, and eventually he would turn on the alien side. Even if they kept the whole thing away from him, when that happened, he would probably be able to get some flashes from Kyle, and find out what kind of sick stuff his son had been doing to Michael. She didn’t want to be anywhere near the neighbourhood of the Valentis when that happened. Kyle would be curious when he woke up about what he was doing there and how he had got there. She hoped he wouldn’t ask what they had been up to, cause she would have a hard time deciding whether to tell him the truth, or invent some pious lie not to make him feel bad. Unfortunately, he would be able to pick up the real thing from Michael. The way things had been going with them, she knew Kyle couldn’t keep his hands away from Michael, touching him every chance he had, and Michael’s vibes could be powerful. He definitely wouldn’t do it on purpose, but unwittingly, yes. She hated being in her shoes when the whole thing came out in the open, as it would, whether she liked it or not. She remembered dozing and waking up several times, finding Kyle snoring and Michael sleeping fitfully, moaning and squirming, trying uselessly to get rid of Kyle’s obnoxious head. She must have blacked out again, cause the next thing she remembered, was the guys coming into the room and looking at the two sleeping boys. They woke Kyle up, and sent him to the bathroom without the least protest. While he was gone, the “Brickwall” pulled out the dilator, wiped it with a corner of the sheet, and nodded. He went to the drawer of the nighttable and found a tube of ointment left over by Stuart, which was a little less than half full.
- Jackpot! - He chuckled. - I was just hoping for plain Vaseline, but this is so much better! Guess he’s in the habit of having his ass broken! -
The “Rhino” shook his head and chuckled, as the “Brickwall” rolled his eyes.
He applied it with the help of the “Rhino” in the spreading, soothing Michael with some words which Maria didn’t get to hear clearly, and tossed it empty on the floor. He slid in the vibrator again carefully, as Michael protested with squirms and moans, to no avail, and frowned when he touched his cheek.
- The fever persists, but Kyle will do something about it, I’m sure. We have to go man. C’mon. - They left as they heard the toilet flush, after Kyle had taken an endless pee, getting rid of all the beer from their unusual party, and then the sound of water made it clear he was about to take a shower. Kyle came back into the room wrapped in a towel, and Maria saw her chance. Her promise to Michael was long kept, and she started screaming her head off for Kyle. She saw him yelp and crane his neck in every direction, trying to find out where it was coming from.
- The mirror, you idiot! Had you ever seen it before? And please! Will you put on some clothes? -
- Shit! He said and grabbed his pants and t-shirt from the floor, getting them on as fast as he could before dropping the towel.
His eyes were really open now, and he went to the mirror, placing his hands on the smooth surface. He slid them left and right, up and down, squinting his eyes, trying to see beyond it.
- Maria? What are you doing in there? - He asked perplexed.
- Wake Michael up! He’s the only one who can get me out of here! -
- How…why…what? - He went, nothing making sense at all.
The screeching of a car outside made them both jump.
- What time is it, Kyle? - Asked Maria, and he checked his watch.
- Almost 5:30. - He answered and ran to hide by the bed as they heard the front door burst open and three voices, one male and two female made their way towards the room. Max and Isabel rushed in with a shaky Liz held between them.
- She’s in there! - She exclaimed pointing to the mirror.
- I thought there was a closet there… - Observed Isabel.
- There was. - Said Max, and waved his hand bringing the closet and the door back.
Liz and Isabel had rushed to Michael, after glaring at Kyle, who didn’t know why they did it. Then Maria came out and approached the bed with Max, glaring at Kyle too, on the way there.
- What? What? - Kyle asked, pissed and baffled.
- You idiot! You retarded moron! Don’t you ever dare set a foot here again with Michael if one of us isn’t here with you! I mean Liz, Isabel or me! Dumbo here is not included! - Maria shouted at him, furious.
- Hey! I had nothing to do with this! - Snapped Max, clearly offended.
- Ok, then, I’m sorry! - Maria screamed back.
- What the hell is going on? - Kyle persisted, not ready to give up, for his own good, his curiosity gaining over.
Max and Isabel pounced on him and grabbed his head from both sides, needing just a few seconds to brief him on the whole thing. Kyle shook their hands away, his mouth open in shock. He took a couple of steps to the bed and slumped on the floor with his back against the lower edge. He flexed his knees and buried his face on them, his arms wrapped around his head in obvious shame. Max used his healing powers on Michael, his connection with him still holding. He somewhat managed to ease his fever, and Michael opened his eyes to find them by his side.
- Maria? - Was the first word out of his lips.
- I’m here, Michael, I’m fine! - She knelt on the floor and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his mouth. - You ok now? -
- Now I am…Maria, I was so worried about you, I thought you wouldn’t be able to keep your promise…- He told her, staring into her eyes, his full of love.
- I almost couldn’t Michael, but I couldn’t break a promise to you. - She kissed him again.
- Hey, how did you guys…? - Maria couldn’t finish as Liz immediately told her what she had been through.
- I took half a valium, just to get a good night’s sleep and my empathy kicked in just as usual, but the stupid pill didn’t let me wake up, no matter how much I tried. It was the worst nightmare of my life, knowing what was going on and not being able to do anything about it! I knew my alarm would be able to wake me up but that would be at 5:30. Then something totally unexpected happened at 5:00 am, Isabel dreamwalked me, and I told her everything. She got Max and picked me up and we raced right over. - Liz explained.
- It was just like it happened with Laurie! I wasn’t doing it by myself, but these anguished vibes from Liz got me there, and before I knew it, I was with Liz, who was totally freaking out with Michael’s ordeal. - Isabel said.
- Could you get this thing out of my ass? It’s getting me horny! - Michael reminded Max to finish what he had begun with his healing.
- Michael! - Went Maria, Liz and Isabel together, outraged.
- Hey, sorry, ok? - Michael apologized.
- Anybody home? - The voice of Jim Valenti came from the open door, which no one had remembered to close.
- Shit! - This time from everyone.
- Get up, get up! - 12 hands heaved Michael off the bed and half pushed half carried him to the bathroom. Max rushed back and made sure to wipe out all the evidence left on the bed, and clean the blood soaked t-shirt. Then he hurriedly crammed the empty tube of ointment with the Menthol Vaseline jar and the baby oil into the drawer shutting it quietly.
- Where are you kids? - Jim insisted, knocking a couple of times on the open door.
He had heard some rustling just beyond his range of view, and some muffled voices, and thought it was getting kind of weird.
- Hey, Jim! - Max and Liz came out to meet him, and Kyle walked behind them, still barefoot.
- Dad…- He said stifling a yawn.
- Well, how did it go? What did you guys do last night? - Jim asked, grinning unsuspecting.
Kyle took a deep breath hating to lie to his father while he still could.
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Chapter 131
- Well? - Jim said, smiling impatiently, arching his eyebrows as Kyle sighed.
- Ahhh, what can I say, they were really glad to see him, and Michael was pleasantly surprised. The guys wanted him to have a beer with us but of course, Michael would have none of it, so we teased him and roughed him up a bit, you know? Typical guy thing, horsing around, and Michael fought us back and dealt.The “Brickwall” got a little out of hand but then he made it up to him. I ended sleeping in Michael’s room and they guys camped down here on the couch and the sleeping bag. - He pointed to the last mentioned item, still on the floor. - They left in a hurry to catch their bus, but they woke me up before they did. -
Jim knew he wasn’t getting the whole deal, because Kyle was doing his silly clowning around, turning it all into a joke, and not meeting his eyes for more that a second, whatever he was keeping to himself, he hoped he knew what he was doing. They had just been through a similar thing when they returned from Tucson, and Kyle was just as evasive. At least Isabel had come out straight at him and told him there had been a whole lot of deep stuff going on lately and they would find the right time to put him up to date soon enough. He was grateful to her, and a little put out by Kyle’s lack of trust in him. He followed them as they filed into the kitchen for some breakfast.
- Michael’s still asleep? - Jim asked.
- Maria and Isabel are taking care of that. - And as if on cue, the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom reached their ears. Jim shrugged and wondered what Amy would think of that, but she knew how to deal with her daughter and it was still none of his business.
Michael trudged into the bathroom, flanked by Isabel and Maria. He grabbed the washbasin and pushed back his hips.
- Will you please take it out? - He begged them.
- Michael, the guy said he was a paramedic and he seemed to know what he was doing…- Maria observed.
- Maria, Max just healed me, I don’t need to go around with a plug up my ass, especially not to school! - He clarified, frowning at their giggles.
- Ok, you’re right, just hang on, Michael. - Isabel said as she reached between his thighs taking hold of the chord and started tugging at it.
- Uunnngghhh! - Went Michael as he felt it sliding out of him. And then:
- Ahhh! - In obvious relief.
- Ok, shower with you! -
There was a discreet knock on the door, and Liz came into the bathroom as Michael was about to get into the shower stall. She rushed to him and hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms tight around his stomach, her cheek against his back. Maria and Isabel watched in shock her shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly. Michael’s hands rubbed Liz’s forearms trying to calm her down.
- Hey. Liz…it’s ok…- He whispered over his shoulder.
There was nothing sexual at all in the interaction between the tall boy and the small girl. She let go and stepped back, a little embarrassed by her outburst. Michael turned around and reached out for her, drawing her to him in another totally asexual embrace. It was just her way of expressing her regret for not having been able to prevent him from suffering like this yet again. He leant his head down and buried his face in her hair, kissing it and running his fingers through it.
- I’m fine, honest, don’t get all stressed up, it’s not good for you…- He crooned sothingly into her dark tresses. He gently held her back by her arms and smiled at her. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her hand and smiled back at him. He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her forehead. Then he winked at her and turned to have his shower.
- I’ll never take Valium again, I promise! - Liz exclaimed.
- What the hell were you taking that for? - Growled Michael from the shower.
- I’ve only done it twice, because I needed a good night’s sleep without my empathy driving me nuts. - She looked down, knowing she might have given him the wrong impression.
- What do you mean? - Asked Isabel.
- The first time was a couple of nights ago after Maria told me what she had planned that night with Michael. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep, and anyway Maria would and did tell me everything the next day…- She blushed. - That one was 10mgs and it absolutely knocked me out! Yesterday I only took half a pill, that’s how I was able to register what was going on, but couldn’t wake up! It was so frustrating! - Liz frowned.
- You’re not taking that again, ever! You hear? - Michael roared, making Liz shudder.
- I swear! Trust me, I’ll never do it again - Liz confirmed her decision.
- Talk to Kyle, maybe his meditation thing could help. - Isabel suggested.
- What, the ooohhhmmmmms? No way, my parent will think I’ve lost it and have me confined! - Liz shook her head in denial.
- There are different techniques, believe me, you don’t need to sound retarded. Ask him. - Isabel had to laugh.
- I’m not very keen on anything to do with Kyle, right now. - Liz made a face of clear disgust.
- My mum will probably know of some book or someone who can help you with this mind control stuff, I’ve heard it works wonders. I’ll find out for you, ok? - Maria said giving her a hug.
Liz nodded and smiled weakly. She was really considering that possibility.
When the girls had finished babying Michael up, they came out of the bathroom to find the guys sitting on the couch watching some sports. Michael had his breakfast and when he came to join them, Max got up and headed for the door.
- Ok, let’s go, we’ll barely make it on time. - They started following him, but Jim just stayed sitting down.
- Mind if I finish watching the game? - He asked, mostly Michael, being his place.
- No, go ahead. - He told him. - There’s Snapple on the fridge, and some beers the guys left behind. Help yourself and take them if you want, cause I’m not into that. -
- Sure will, thanks kid. - Jim assured him.
- Could you give a ride home? - Isabel asked Max.
- Don’t worry, I’ll drive you over right away. This thing will finish in 10 minutes tops. That ok for you? - Jim said.
- Sure, thanks. - Isabel sat down next to Jim as the door closed and they heard the car leave.
Jim took the remote control and pointed it to the TV set turning it off. Isabel turned to look at him not understanding what he was up to.
- I think this is the perfect time you were talking about to brief me on these last days, don’t you think so? - Jim said, very serious.
Isabel nodded and sighed. She reached her hands to him palms up, and Jim placed his in hers. The connection was made, but being just two persons, and so much to pass on, it took them nearly an hour to get it all done. Isabel smartly decided not to disclose any of Kyle’s issues with Michael, leaving it for him to do so when he thought the time was right. Jim took his hands away from hers, and Isabel was shocked by the expression on his face. His mouth was working, and tears were running down from his tightly shut eyes.
- Jim? You ok? - She asked shyly, his reaction had been completely predictable.
He slowly opened his eyes slowly, using his fisted hand to get rid of the tears blurring his sight, his face a mask of grief.
- I’ll never forgive myself! None of this would have happened to him if I had accepted it the first time they asked me to adopt him. How could I be so thick-headed? I’ll never forgive myself! - He repeated as more tears flooded his eyes.
Isabel reached for his hands again and squeezed them.
- Jim, it wasn’t your fault. I just wasn’t meant to be. It was the same with Amy and with my parents. If we had told them there was another boy, they would have at least kept asking about him and tried to find him at the orphanage. But it didn’t happen because it wasn’t for him. Maybe if things had been different, he wouldn’t be the way he is now. Look how well he turned out in spite of everything! Those terrible experiences made him into the boy we know today. - Isabel said, convincingly.
- You couldn’t…- Jim said, thinking aloud, and making Isabel think he was doing a Maria thing. What did he mean?
- You couldn’t talk when you were adopted. - He clarified.
- But we could only a couple of months later, so that they thought we had just forgotten the skill from the trauma. That was the only explanation they had for us to catch on so fast. We were still in time to, at least, save him from Hank, if not from some of the other nuts. -
- Yeah, right! Destiny is a strong thing, makes you wonder, huh? - Jim said.
- You mean about me and Michael? - She whispered apprehensively.
- No, sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up. - Jim excused himself. - I meant how most of the things that happened to him in Antar and to his DNA donor and namesakes repeated themselves here on Earth just like those Antares who abducted him said they had and would. - Jim observed.
Isabel just nodded, not trusting her voice. Jim’s subtle change of subject was totally unexpected and took her by surprise.
- What’s going on with Kyle, Isabel? I know for sure something is but I don’t know what and it has me very worried. - He actually looked it too.
- Now that Liz has started having these changes which are obviously due to Max’s healing, Kyle is trying to face the facts that he will eventually have to go through similar changes too, though we don’t know if they will be the same. - She was also using the half truth technique, hoping it would hold.
Apparently it did, and Jim grew thoughtful for a few minutes before he dropped the next bomb.
- What does it have to do with Michael? - He asked, deadpan.
- Michael? - Isabel repeated trying to gain some time to think of something.
- I feel these vibes between those two...kind of like…I don’t know…I’m sure Kyle is straight, and Michael is with Maria, but lately, it’s like Kyle’s infatuated with Michael, and I don’t know what to make out of it…-
- I think that finding out the kind of warrior Michael really is, has Kyle looking up to him, you know, like in awe? Guess we all are, he’s not the only one. - Isabel’s words did make some sense, still Jim didn’t seem to buy it, but pretended to do so.
He nodded and sat there, digesting all of it, or at least trying to. He went to the kitchen and brought himself a beer and a Snapple for Isabel.
- What are you going to do about Jesse? - Deadpan again.
- Keep him on our sides, as I’ve been told to do for our own good. - She answered unenthusiastically.
- I would have never imagined that Jesse…- Jim started, shaking his head.
- We don’t know for sure! - Snapped Isabel, interrupting him.
- Of course, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to jump into conclusions. - He said, patting her hand and looking really contrite.
Isabel sat staring sadly at her hands.
- Jim, do you have a VCR? - She asked him.
- Sure do, why? -
- While I briefed you about all that stuff, there were some things that got me thinking and I need to get an answer to them. I’ll give you a treat, if you’re up to it. - She gave him a secretive grin, and Jim was all for it.
She got Langley’s video tape from Max’s hiding place and they left for Jim’s house. Once there, she slid the tape in, rewound it, and turned to Jim.
- Ready to meet Kal Langley? - She asked.
- I hope he likes me…- Said Jim with a sigh.
Langley flashed in the screen and smiled fondly at Isabel.
- Milady…- He said dipping his head in respect.
- This is Jim Valenti. - She introduced him.
- Very glad to meet you and my absolute gratefulness for the help you have given us. - Kal said, nodding.
- My pleasure. Don’t let me interrupt you. - He said, turning to Isabel.
She told Langley how these new questions had come into her mind.
- I’m here for you, just ask. - He smiled.
- Ok, let’s see, you said you had not seen us as adults and couldn’t identify Max when he visited you in Los Angeles, but you saw us at the white room incident. -
- I saw the incident, but I kept your faces blurred beyond recognition for the reason I told you: I didn’t want to react to your appearance in a suspicious way under any circumstance. The first time I really saw all of you guys was when you first used the tape. -
- The River Dog that took care of Michael during that week after we were rescued by the Evans, was an old man. How can he be the same at the reservation? - Isabel wondered.
- He is not exactly the same person, the one at the reservation is the son of the original one. But as Indian tradition goes, they have these spiritual ceremonies in which the older one passes his memories to his firstborn, and he got them from his father. So though he isn’t the real one, he knows what the original one knew. -
- You said the Antares had not mastered the shape shifting ability that Khivar’s people had, so how could you and Nasedo do it? -
- We almost had it when Max became “king”…- He still kind of choked on the word. - After you died, we were able to master it thanks to an herb that the Andes people used to enable them to go into a trance and travel outside the body, incidentally, they still use it today, the shamans in Peru, I swear it’s true, it’s called “ayahuasca”. That did the trick and the ability was given to us, the two protectors, to be able to take care of you more efficiently.
- What about our DNA donors? Now that the cat is out of the bag, I guess you can tell me they looked like we did in Antar. -
- Yes, well, you didn’t look exactly like you do here. The only coincidence is that you were also beautiful and Max was kind of somber there too. It was pure luck that the Dupree boy looked so much like Rath-Michael, and of course, impossible to repeat. -
- Ava and Rath…the dupes, you know?...They didn’t seem to like each other…-
- Guess I’m kind of responsible for that. They knew what had happened in Antar, and it was a one way thing. Rath-Michael was never into Ava-Tess, so neither was Rath of Michael here either. So Ava, the dupe, kept herself away from Rath because she was scared of what she had brought on before and she was also afraid of Lonnie and Zan, and Rath resented her for what she had done to them. They believed that as long as they kept their distance, it would be ok. Since it was Max and Tess who went to the summit, they thought everything was alright between them, so they didn’t consider it necessary to mention those issues. -
- Why couldn’t Ava respect us and let us be, I mean Rath-Michael’s and me, if she could see we were so in love with each other? I don’t think it was cool being with a guy while he thought you were someone else…-
- Your behaviour when you were together made her terribly jealous, especially when everyone thought it was so cute, and loved the way you carried on. -
- Oh my god, what did we do? Were we so…scandalous?...-
Langley scoffed and shook his head. Then he beckoned to them.
- C’mon, I’ll show you. Place your hands here against mine on the screen. -
They did so, mystified, and the images invaded their minds.
The huge dining room was full of people. Everyone was having fun and then they spotted the couple. Rath-Michael was speaking with Zan-Max while Vilandra-Isabel was hugging him from behind, glued to his back, her hands sliding up and down the sides of his thighs, and Ava Tess was having a hard time keeping her eyes away from what she was doing to him. She looked very uncomfortable. Then they were called to the table where Ava-Tess ended sitting between Zan-Max and Rath-Michael. She looked down and his thigh was a scant millimeter away from her. She pretended to reach out for some tidbit and rubbed against him for a few seconds, and was very disappointed because Rath-Michael was so busy kissing Vilandra-Isabel that he didn’t even register it. Then Zan-Max had the brilliant idea of craving for a specific kind of wine that was away from his reach and in front of his sister but beyond her reach also. He asked Rath-Michael if he could get it for him and he complied. He got up from his seat and stretched over the table reaching for it, but still didn’t make it, so he kind of slithered on the table on his belly to get to it. Vilandra-Isabel started laughing and spanked Rath-Michael’s ass which was just under her hand. Ava-Tess was about to have an orgasm or a stroke as she watched him right beside her writhing on the table, his ass as near to her hand as it was to Vilandra-Isabel’s. She couldn’t help herself and spanked him one, as she laughingly told him to behave himself and sit up. The whole roomful of people was looking at him and laughing. Her hand tingled with the contact and almost got her off, but he just took it in stride and with a final squirm, reached the container and slid back to hand it over to Zan-Max, who didn’t look amused at all, and was regretting asking for the wine. Rath-Michael couldn’t care less, and he turned to his love beside him and started kissing her again. The images ended and they were back at Jim’s.
- Oh god, I’m so embarrassed, we actually behaved like that? And nobody said anything about it? - She couldn’t believe it.
- It was expected of you. Zan-Max was a total let down, being so reserved, because, of course, his lack of Royal Blood, which is what made Rath-Michael so daring and reckless. -
- Ok, Langley, thank you very much and glad to see you. - She smiled.
- Same here, always at your service. - He smiled back and the cassette was automatically ejected, unlike the last time, probably because of the lack of interruptions and because the remote control was not touched at all.
- Wow! That was, as you kids say, awesome! - Jim was still gaping at the TV screen.
- I’ll have to share this with the other as soon as they come back from school. I will have to find a way to keep the last part from Maria, not to make her feel bad. She’s doing great with Michael and I don’t want anything to change. You know? I don’t think it concerns anyone in a way that it may influence them anyway if they don’t know about it. It can also make Liz and Max rather uncomfortable, so I guess I’ll just leave it out, period. I’ll only bring it up if it becomes necessary, which I doubt. -She decided.
- Yep, good thinking. - Jim agreed.
When the gang arrived at school, they were immediately summoned, without Kyle, to the principal’s office. Well, they were expecting it anyway. First, Forrester lectured Maria and Michael into letting others give them any drugs in any way at all and hoping they had learned their lesson with what had happened to them yesterday. Then he went for Max practically telling him he had been very stupid for allowing himself to be talked into putting Michael in danger, even if he trusted Liz’s empirical medical skills. And then he told Liz that her good intentions could easily have ended in a tragedy if any of them had been allergic to the components of the drugs she had used on them. He realized an excellent student like her needed to blow off some steam once in a while, which she rarely did, so he was going to be very lenient with her this time and they could all return to their classes and think about it to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. They were all looking down, the picture of regret, and trudged out of the office. Then they had to take off full speed to the nearest bathroom to laugh their heads off. They kept the lowest profile possible during the whole day and as they were ready to leave school, they received Isabel’s call to come over to Jim’s.
- Well? - Jim said, smiling impatiently, arching his eyebrows as Kyle sighed.
- Ahhh, what can I say, they were really glad to see him, and Michael was pleasantly surprised. The guys wanted him to have a beer with us but of course, Michael would have none of it, so we teased him and roughed him up a bit, you know? Typical guy thing, horsing around, and Michael fought us back and dealt.The “Brickwall” got a little out of hand but then he made it up to him. I ended sleeping in Michael’s room and they guys camped down here on the couch and the sleeping bag. - He pointed to the last mentioned item, still on the floor. - They left in a hurry to catch their bus, but they woke me up before they did. -
Jim knew he wasn’t getting the whole deal, because Kyle was doing his silly clowning around, turning it all into a joke, and not meeting his eyes for more that a second, whatever he was keeping to himself, he hoped he knew what he was doing. They had just been through a similar thing when they returned from Tucson, and Kyle was just as evasive. At least Isabel had come out straight at him and told him there had been a whole lot of deep stuff going on lately and they would find the right time to put him up to date soon enough. He was grateful to her, and a little put out by Kyle’s lack of trust in him. He followed them as they filed into the kitchen for some breakfast.
- Michael’s still asleep? - Jim asked.
- Maria and Isabel are taking care of that. - And as if on cue, the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom reached their ears. Jim shrugged and wondered what Amy would think of that, but she knew how to deal with her daughter and it was still none of his business.
Michael trudged into the bathroom, flanked by Isabel and Maria. He grabbed the washbasin and pushed back his hips.
- Will you please take it out? - He begged them.
- Michael, the guy said he was a paramedic and he seemed to know what he was doing…- Maria observed.
- Maria, Max just healed me, I don’t need to go around with a plug up my ass, especially not to school! - He clarified, frowning at their giggles.
- Ok, you’re right, just hang on, Michael. - Isabel said as she reached between his thighs taking hold of the chord and started tugging at it.
- Uunnngghhh! - Went Michael as he felt it sliding out of him. And then:
- Ahhh! - In obvious relief.
- Ok, shower with you! -
There was a discreet knock on the door, and Liz came into the bathroom as Michael was about to get into the shower stall. She rushed to him and hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms tight around his stomach, her cheek against his back. Maria and Isabel watched in shock her shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly. Michael’s hands rubbed Liz’s forearms trying to calm her down.
- Hey. Liz…it’s ok…- He whispered over his shoulder.
There was nothing sexual at all in the interaction between the tall boy and the small girl. She let go and stepped back, a little embarrassed by her outburst. Michael turned around and reached out for her, drawing her to him in another totally asexual embrace. It was just her way of expressing her regret for not having been able to prevent him from suffering like this yet again. He leant his head down and buried his face in her hair, kissing it and running his fingers through it.
- I’m fine, honest, don’t get all stressed up, it’s not good for you…- He crooned sothingly into her dark tresses. He gently held her back by her arms and smiled at her. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her hand and smiled back at him. He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her forehead. Then he winked at her and turned to have his shower.
- I’ll never take Valium again, I promise! - Liz exclaimed.
- What the hell were you taking that for? - Growled Michael from the shower.
- I’ve only done it twice, because I needed a good night’s sleep without my empathy driving me nuts. - She looked down, knowing she might have given him the wrong impression.
- What do you mean? - Asked Isabel.
- The first time was a couple of nights ago after Maria told me what she had planned that night with Michael. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep, and anyway Maria would and did tell me everything the next day…- She blushed. - That one was 10mgs and it absolutely knocked me out! Yesterday I only took half a pill, that’s how I was able to register what was going on, but couldn’t wake up! It was so frustrating! - Liz frowned.
- You’re not taking that again, ever! You hear? - Michael roared, making Liz shudder.
- I swear! Trust me, I’ll never do it again - Liz confirmed her decision.
- Talk to Kyle, maybe his meditation thing could help. - Isabel suggested.
- What, the ooohhhmmmmms? No way, my parent will think I’ve lost it and have me confined! - Liz shook her head in denial.
- There are different techniques, believe me, you don’t need to sound retarded. Ask him. - Isabel had to laugh.
- I’m not very keen on anything to do with Kyle, right now. - Liz made a face of clear disgust.
- My mum will probably know of some book or someone who can help you with this mind control stuff, I’ve heard it works wonders. I’ll find out for you, ok? - Maria said giving her a hug.
Liz nodded and smiled weakly. She was really considering that possibility.
When the girls had finished babying Michael up, they came out of the bathroom to find the guys sitting on the couch watching some sports. Michael had his breakfast and when he came to join them, Max got up and headed for the door.
- Ok, let’s go, we’ll barely make it on time. - They started following him, but Jim just stayed sitting down.
- Mind if I finish watching the game? - He asked, mostly Michael, being his place.
- No, go ahead. - He told him. - There’s Snapple on the fridge, and some beers the guys left behind. Help yourself and take them if you want, cause I’m not into that. -
- Sure will, thanks kid. - Jim assured him.
- Could you give a ride home? - Isabel asked Max.
- Don’t worry, I’ll drive you over right away. This thing will finish in 10 minutes tops. That ok for you? - Jim said.
- Sure, thanks. - Isabel sat down next to Jim as the door closed and they heard the car leave.
Jim took the remote control and pointed it to the TV set turning it off. Isabel turned to look at him not understanding what he was up to.
- I think this is the perfect time you were talking about to brief me on these last days, don’t you think so? - Jim said, very serious.
Isabel nodded and sighed. She reached her hands to him palms up, and Jim placed his in hers. The connection was made, but being just two persons, and so much to pass on, it took them nearly an hour to get it all done. Isabel smartly decided not to disclose any of Kyle’s issues with Michael, leaving it for him to do so when he thought the time was right. Jim took his hands away from hers, and Isabel was shocked by the expression on his face. His mouth was working, and tears were running down from his tightly shut eyes.
- Jim? You ok? - She asked shyly, his reaction had been completely predictable.
He slowly opened his eyes slowly, using his fisted hand to get rid of the tears blurring his sight, his face a mask of grief.
- I’ll never forgive myself! None of this would have happened to him if I had accepted it the first time they asked me to adopt him. How could I be so thick-headed? I’ll never forgive myself! - He repeated as more tears flooded his eyes.
Isabel reached for his hands again and squeezed them.
- Jim, it wasn’t your fault. I just wasn’t meant to be. It was the same with Amy and with my parents. If we had told them there was another boy, they would have at least kept asking about him and tried to find him at the orphanage. But it didn’t happen because it wasn’t for him. Maybe if things had been different, he wouldn’t be the way he is now. Look how well he turned out in spite of everything! Those terrible experiences made him into the boy we know today. - Isabel said, convincingly.
- You couldn’t…- Jim said, thinking aloud, and making Isabel think he was doing a Maria thing. What did he mean?
- You couldn’t talk when you were adopted. - He clarified.
- But we could only a couple of months later, so that they thought we had just forgotten the skill from the trauma. That was the only explanation they had for us to catch on so fast. We were still in time to, at least, save him from Hank, if not from some of the other nuts. -
- Yeah, right! Destiny is a strong thing, makes you wonder, huh? - Jim said.
- You mean about me and Michael? - She whispered apprehensively.
- No, sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up. - Jim excused himself. - I meant how most of the things that happened to him in Antar and to his DNA donor and namesakes repeated themselves here on Earth just like those Antares who abducted him said they had and would. - Jim observed.
Isabel just nodded, not trusting her voice. Jim’s subtle change of subject was totally unexpected and took her by surprise.
- What’s going on with Kyle, Isabel? I know for sure something is but I don’t know what and it has me very worried. - He actually looked it too.
- Now that Liz has started having these changes which are obviously due to Max’s healing, Kyle is trying to face the facts that he will eventually have to go through similar changes too, though we don’t know if they will be the same. - She was also using the half truth technique, hoping it would hold.
Apparently it did, and Jim grew thoughtful for a few minutes before he dropped the next bomb.
- What does it have to do with Michael? - He asked, deadpan.
- Michael? - Isabel repeated trying to gain some time to think of something.
- I feel these vibes between those two...kind of like…I don’t know…I’m sure Kyle is straight, and Michael is with Maria, but lately, it’s like Kyle’s infatuated with Michael, and I don’t know what to make out of it…-
- I think that finding out the kind of warrior Michael really is, has Kyle looking up to him, you know, like in awe? Guess we all are, he’s not the only one. - Isabel’s words did make some sense, still Jim didn’t seem to buy it, but pretended to do so.
He nodded and sat there, digesting all of it, or at least trying to. He went to the kitchen and brought himself a beer and a Snapple for Isabel.
- What are you going to do about Jesse? - Deadpan again.
- Keep him on our sides, as I’ve been told to do for our own good. - She answered unenthusiastically.
- I would have never imagined that Jesse…- Jim started, shaking his head.
- We don’t know for sure! - Snapped Isabel, interrupting him.
- Of course, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to jump into conclusions. - He said, patting her hand and looking really contrite.
Isabel sat staring sadly at her hands.
- Jim, do you have a VCR? - She asked him.
- Sure do, why? -
- While I briefed you about all that stuff, there were some things that got me thinking and I need to get an answer to them. I’ll give you a treat, if you’re up to it. - She gave him a secretive grin, and Jim was all for it.
She got Langley’s video tape from Max’s hiding place and they left for Jim’s house. Once there, she slid the tape in, rewound it, and turned to Jim.
- Ready to meet Kal Langley? - She asked.
- I hope he likes me…- Said Jim with a sigh.
Langley flashed in the screen and smiled fondly at Isabel.
- Milady…- He said dipping his head in respect.
- This is Jim Valenti. - She introduced him.
- Very glad to meet you and my absolute gratefulness for the help you have given us. - Kal said, nodding.
- My pleasure. Don’t let me interrupt you. - He said, turning to Isabel.
She told Langley how these new questions had come into her mind.
- I’m here for you, just ask. - He smiled.
- Ok, let’s see, you said you had not seen us as adults and couldn’t identify Max when he visited you in Los Angeles, but you saw us at the white room incident. -
- I saw the incident, but I kept your faces blurred beyond recognition for the reason I told you: I didn’t want to react to your appearance in a suspicious way under any circumstance. The first time I really saw all of you guys was when you first used the tape. -
- The River Dog that took care of Michael during that week after we were rescued by the Evans, was an old man. How can he be the same at the reservation? - Isabel wondered.
- He is not exactly the same person, the one at the reservation is the son of the original one. But as Indian tradition goes, they have these spiritual ceremonies in which the older one passes his memories to his firstborn, and he got them from his father. So though he isn’t the real one, he knows what the original one knew. -
- You said the Antares had not mastered the shape shifting ability that Khivar’s people had, so how could you and Nasedo do it? -
- We almost had it when Max became “king”…- He still kind of choked on the word. - After you died, we were able to master it thanks to an herb that the Andes people used to enable them to go into a trance and travel outside the body, incidentally, they still use it today, the shamans in Peru, I swear it’s true, it’s called “ayahuasca”. That did the trick and the ability was given to us, the two protectors, to be able to take care of you more efficiently.
- What about our DNA donors? Now that the cat is out of the bag, I guess you can tell me they looked like we did in Antar. -
- Yes, well, you didn’t look exactly like you do here. The only coincidence is that you were also beautiful and Max was kind of somber there too. It was pure luck that the Dupree boy looked so much like Rath-Michael, and of course, impossible to repeat. -
- Ava and Rath…the dupes, you know?...They didn’t seem to like each other…-
- Guess I’m kind of responsible for that. They knew what had happened in Antar, and it was a one way thing. Rath-Michael was never into Ava-Tess, so neither was Rath of Michael here either. So Ava, the dupe, kept herself away from Rath because she was scared of what she had brought on before and she was also afraid of Lonnie and Zan, and Rath resented her for what she had done to them. They believed that as long as they kept their distance, it would be ok. Since it was Max and Tess who went to the summit, they thought everything was alright between them, so they didn’t consider it necessary to mention those issues. -
- Why couldn’t Ava respect us and let us be, I mean Rath-Michael’s and me, if she could see we were so in love with each other? I don’t think it was cool being with a guy while he thought you were someone else…-
- Your behaviour when you were together made her terribly jealous, especially when everyone thought it was so cute, and loved the way you carried on. -
- Oh my god, what did we do? Were we so…scandalous?...-
Langley scoffed and shook his head. Then he beckoned to them.
- C’mon, I’ll show you. Place your hands here against mine on the screen. -
They did so, mystified, and the images invaded their minds.
The huge dining room was full of people. Everyone was having fun and then they spotted the couple. Rath-Michael was speaking with Zan-Max while Vilandra-Isabel was hugging him from behind, glued to his back, her hands sliding up and down the sides of his thighs, and Ava Tess was having a hard time keeping her eyes away from what she was doing to him. She looked very uncomfortable. Then they were called to the table where Ava-Tess ended sitting between Zan-Max and Rath-Michael. She looked down and his thigh was a scant millimeter away from her. She pretended to reach out for some tidbit and rubbed against him for a few seconds, and was very disappointed because Rath-Michael was so busy kissing Vilandra-Isabel that he didn’t even register it. Then Zan-Max had the brilliant idea of craving for a specific kind of wine that was away from his reach and in front of his sister but beyond her reach also. He asked Rath-Michael if he could get it for him and he complied. He got up from his seat and stretched over the table reaching for it, but still didn’t make it, so he kind of slithered on the table on his belly to get to it. Vilandra-Isabel started laughing and spanked Rath-Michael’s ass which was just under her hand. Ava-Tess was about to have an orgasm or a stroke as she watched him right beside her writhing on the table, his ass as near to her hand as it was to Vilandra-Isabel’s. She couldn’t help herself and spanked him one, as she laughingly told him to behave himself and sit up. The whole roomful of people was looking at him and laughing. Her hand tingled with the contact and almost got her off, but he just took it in stride and with a final squirm, reached the container and slid back to hand it over to Zan-Max, who didn’t look amused at all, and was regretting asking for the wine. Rath-Michael couldn’t care less, and he turned to his love beside him and started kissing her again. The images ended and they were back at Jim’s.
- Oh god, I’m so embarrassed, we actually behaved like that? And nobody said anything about it? - She couldn’t believe it.
- It was expected of you. Zan-Max was a total let down, being so reserved, because, of course, his lack of Royal Blood, which is what made Rath-Michael so daring and reckless. -
- Ok, Langley, thank you very much and glad to see you. - She smiled.
- Same here, always at your service. - He smiled back and the cassette was automatically ejected, unlike the last time, probably because of the lack of interruptions and because the remote control was not touched at all.
- Wow! That was, as you kids say, awesome! - Jim was still gaping at the TV screen.
- I’ll have to share this with the other as soon as they come back from school. I will have to find a way to keep the last part from Maria, not to make her feel bad. She’s doing great with Michael and I don’t want anything to change. You know? I don’t think it concerns anyone in a way that it may influence them anyway if they don’t know about it. It can also make Liz and Max rather uncomfortable, so I guess I’ll just leave it out, period. I’ll only bring it up if it becomes necessary, which I doubt. -She decided.
- Yep, good thinking. - Jim agreed.
When the gang arrived at school, they were immediately summoned, without Kyle, to the principal’s office. Well, they were expecting it anyway. First, Forrester lectured Maria and Michael into letting others give them any drugs in any way at all and hoping they had learned their lesson with what had happened to them yesterday. Then he went for Max practically telling him he had been very stupid for allowing himself to be talked into putting Michael in danger, even if he trusted Liz’s empirical medical skills. And then he told Liz that her good intentions could easily have ended in a tragedy if any of them had been allergic to the components of the drugs she had used on them. He realized an excellent student like her needed to blow off some steam once in a while, which she rarely did, so he was going to be very lenient with her this time and they could all return to their classes and think about it to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. They were all looking down, the picture of regret, and trudged out of the office. Then they had to take off full speed to the nearest bathroom to laugh their heads off. They kept the lowest profile possible during the whole day and as they were ready to leave school, they received Isabel’s call to come over to Jim’s.
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Chapter 132
When they arrived, they were expecting them with 3 huge pizzas, and as the smell drew them to the dining room, Jim stood in front of Michael and hugged him tight against him. Michael hugged back with an uncertain look in his face, so Isabel caught his eye and just nodded, to let him know he would find out what it was all about in due time. When he let go off him, he held him at arm’s length with a sad look and Michael could have sworn his eyes were kind of shiny with a hint of tears. Jim reached up and patted his cheek a couple of times before he led him to the others. As they were wolfing down their second lunch, Isabel told them what they had been up to. Everyone was perfectly ok with it and said it was the right thing to do. Michael winked at Isabel, fully understanding Jim’s confusing behaviour Although Kyle apparently also agreed, he seemed a little quiet and unsure, so Isabel just gave him a nod and he knew exactly what she meant. He immediately relaxed and sent a pepperoni flying straight at one of Max’s ears with accurate aim, the gooey sauce making it stick efficiently to it.
- Shit, Kyle! - Max complained peeling the offending piece of sausage off him with a look of disgust as Kyle got ready to throw another one to his other ear. Max covered both his ears with his hands just in case.
- I think earrings would sure suit you fine! You have the potential to really show them off! - Kyle clowned.
- Fuck off, and quit it so I can eat, or I promise I will give you the fingernail and toenail polish to go with my earrings, and nothing will remove them until they grow out! - Max threatened.
- Ok, ok, truce! - Kyle dropped the second pepperoni on his slice and shook his hands in front of him in defeat.
He was grinning again, totally at ease after Isabel’s reassurance. Once the pizza and the surprise icecream were consumed, they went to the living area to share with the others the new information Langley had provided in answer to Isabel’s questions, except the last one concerning her and Rath- Michael’s public behaviour in Antar. Once the connection was over, it took them about a minute at the most to store the info and went right on. The girls got together with their typical chit-chat making the boys shake their heads and roll their eyes condescendingly.
- I heard the “fashion fiends” saying they will have those cute t-shirts with the little straps on one of the morning hour sales at the mall, so we better get there as soon as they open up not to miss it! - Maria’s eyes danced enthusiastically, and they all agreed with her.
Kyle told Max they seriously needed some guy bonding with an early session on jogging, and decided to meet at 7:30 at a certain park which happened to be halfway from both their homes.
- How about it, Michael? - Max asked. - You’re not doing anything special tomorrow, are you? - He asked sarcastically.
- Isn’t it Saturday? - He received nods from them. - No way dude, I’m sleeping as late as I can. As you have heard, the girls will be at a shopping spree, and that means Maria is coming right after to give me a private fashion show, and you know how that ends, huh? - Michael grinned mischievously.
- Ah, forget him, we’ll go. - Max and Kyle punched each other’s arms in confirmation.
They said their goodbyes and left, Kyle tagging along with them.
Michael, Maria and Liz were working at the Crashdown in a couple of hours till closing time, to make up for all their absences. Mr. Parker had made a deal with them to do it every Friday for the next two months and they would be even. It was really fair, as he had had one hell of a time during Michael’s stay at the hospital and then their trip for the Spring Break. They went to Michael’s and spent the time getting all their schoolwork done so they wouldn’t have to worry or do it all wrong at the last moment. Isabel agreed to help Michael with his and ended doing most of it herself as he lay sprawled on the bed with Isabel sitting beside him. Sure, he answered what she asked him, but she wrote it all down like a personal secretary. As she was doing the last sentence, Maria appeared at the door and shook her head. Isabel shrugged with a guilty look and they both giggled.
- He has a way of getting you to do just what he wants, sometimes. - Maria whispered in Isabel’s ear, making sure Michael didn’t hear her. Isabel nodded and they watched Michael open one eye trying to figure out what Maria had told her. They ended laughing hard, and Isabel got up and left him all to his girlfriend. She was barely out of the room when she heard the door slam behind her and Michael’s contrite: “Sorry” as if anyone else could slam it like that. Isabel sighed and joined the others who took the hint and started leaving. Liz gave a discreet knock and Michael, quite sure of who it was, reassured her.
- We’ll be on time, don’t worry! -
- Maria, your mother needed the Jetta, remember? - Liz reminded her.
- Oh shit! - From Maria.
- I’ll drive it over and I’ll have Max pick you up…-
- We’ll take the bike! - Shouted Michael.
- Are you up to it? - Liz sounded unsure.
- Yes, mother! - Michael again.
Liz giggled for all answer and caught up with the rest of them outside, taking Maria’s car with Kyle. She knew Amy was out and wasn’t due for another half hour so she wouldn’t need to think up an excuse and Amy would think Maria drove it home. When Michael and Maria arrived at the Crashdown, their look of satisfaction was imminent. Michael strutted in, all macho, but Maria skipped behind him rubbing his ass and sending his whole look down the drain.
- Maria! - He frowned, reaching back and slapping gently her hands away.
The chuckles and giggles starting around the full place had her blushing and she rushed ahead of him to the safety of the back room.
- What was that? - Liz asked her grinning.
- Oh, men! I told him to put a cushion under his tush because the seat of the bike is kind of hard but he would have none of it, and I caught him wincing when we arrived and he got down. Of course he had to admit to me he was kind of sore, but see what I get to try and ease his pain! - She said indignantly, then ended arching her brows in understanding at Liz’s face, which told her exactly what she and the customers were thinking.
- Oh, they have such dirty minds! - She exclaimed outraged.
- But they’re right! - Liz assured her.
Maria rolled her eyes and went to her locker to change. She found Michael shirtless, about to put on his work t-shirt and rushed to him before he could do so.
- Wait, wait, wait! - She went, as she wrapped her arms around his stomach and covered what she could of his back with kisses, nips and licks before Liz called out to them from the door:
- My dad’s coming! -
Michael rushed out of the room pulling his t-shirt on, leaving the room for Maria to change hurriedly.
- Hey kid, you’re just on time! - Said Jeff Parker, slapping Michael’s back fondly as their paths crossed.
- Maria’s changing…- Michael told him, holding him by the arm.
- Uh oh, I’ll send Liz for the napkins, then. - He walked Michael to the kitchen and turned towards his daughter.
The night went on in its usual pace, nothing out of the ordinary, and they went home after closing. Max, Isabel and Kyle followed Michael and Maria as they rode the bike home, and then, after a lot of honking and hollering, they managed to let go off each other and stop kissing. Maria had to be home when her mother came from doing the inventory of the stuff she had just brought to her store, so she would drop like a stone. Maria would wait to hear her soft snores, and rush over to Michael’s until Liz and Isabel picked her up next day to go to the mall. Amy would have been duly informed on her arrival of Maria’s shopping plans so she wouldn’t be surprised not to find her home when she got up next morning. Max and Isabel were back to their parents’ home until Isabel would reluctantly return to her married life when Jesse came back from Boston. Liz, of course, would stay home and keep her promise to stay away from the lure of the valium, as everything seemed to be in a peacefull stage. She still had her doubts when she started getting the M&M vibes going full into sex, so she closed her eyes and concentrated in a song she currently liked, and bingo! Just like Kyle had said, she was asleep. Things at the Evans’ residence were a little different though. Isabel was again sucked unsuspectingly into a dream she hadn’t bargained for. It was Ava, and she was in this tacky little room, looking very sad. Dream Isabel went over to her and saw her open her eyes wide and smile, reaching her hands out to her. “Thank you, thank you so much for coming! “
- Ava! Are you alright? - Isabel asked her, concerned at the depressed expression on her face.
- Oh, I’m fine, it’s just that…I’ve never been on my own my whole life, and even though I had my issues with Zan, Lonnie and Rath, they were there if I needed them. - Her New York accent was almost gone, but the wistful look in her eyes was getting to be too much for Isabel.
- Have you heard from them? Do you know where they are, what they’re doing? - Isabel asked her in a frenzy to find out.
- Zan wasn’t dead. He suspected Lonnie’s intentions for some time, and how she was trying to convince Rath into siding with her, so he was kind of expecting it to happen, and prepared himself for it. He used his shield and just shed his empty carcass. He had been hiding inside the mind of a homeless guy, gradually regenerating into his own image. He suspected Lonnie’s intentions for some time, and how she was trying to convince Rath into siding with her, so he was kind of expecting it to happen, and prepared himself for it. He had been connecting with me, very weakly, but clear enough for just a couple of minutes before it faded away. When he fully recovered his original looks, he wanted me to be with him when he took his revenge against them, but I didn’t want to do it and he sensed it, so he grew even more bitter. He cornered them in an abandoned warehouse they used to go after they stole as many wallets as they could, and where they would split the money, zapping the evidence into smoke. He got them completely by surprise, in full concentration, and sent Lonnie flying against the wall. She cracked her skull open like a melon against a metal peg, dying instantly. At the same time, using his other hand, though the blast was weaker, he zapped Rath in the stomach, his guts spilling on the floor. He knew he was alive, but he was done for. He was the only one who could heal him, and like hell he would. Rath lay there on his belly, his blood spreading under him as Zan walked up to him smiling coldly, and kicked him in the ribs. Rath looked up and begged him to stick his guts back in and heal him, that it had all been Lonnie’s doing. Zan knew it was true, but still it had been Rath who pushed him into the path of the coming truck, and he wasn’t forgetting that. “If it hadn’t been for my shield, my guts would have spilled on the floor like yours right now.” He told him, but Rath said he had calculated his fall so that the truck would just pass over him, too high to even touch him and the tyres too wide to even come near him. Zan placed his hand on Rath’s back over his heart, and confirmed he was telling him the truth. But Zan was too far gone and just wanted to come to me and live together, without the constant threat of Lonnie against his life, and Rath, tempting me to go to him like our protector had told us it had happened in Antar. It was so unfair, cause Rath felt no attraction to me, and though I did, I wasn’t about to cause our destruction again. This was the opportunity he wanted, of a new life, together, getting a proper education, and a good job, to survive in decent conditions until we could find the way to go back and claim our throne. He was so thirsty of vengeance that he wasn’t thinking clearly. He didn’t realize that without Rath, he was nothing. Who would do his fighting? He needed the strength of his warrior and the charisma of his Royal Blood to rally the Antares to him.So he turned his back on Rath and left him to die, slowly and cruelly. But he wasn’t counting on Rath’s strength, and the second he turned, Rath gathered all he had left in him, so that before Zan could even suspect it, he zapped him in the head, cracking it as effectively as the peg had done to Lonnie’s. He fell back with his brain splattered on the ground and his eyes open and staring. So now I’m completely alone! - Ava had begun crying openly when the deaths began, and her whole body was trembling with her sobs.
- Oh no, Ava! When did this happen? - Isabel asked her, crying herself.
- I don’t know, about two…three weeks ago? - She answered choking on her tears.
- You must come to us! We will go and get you! Where are you? - Isabel knew she would eventually end up with them, as they had been told, so maybe this was the opportunity they needed to get her back.
- No, I can’t right now. You see, this old lady took me in, and she has this little store that gives her enough to live. She fell in front of me in the street and broke her leg, so I helped her and she asked me to work for her until she got well enough to tend her store again. She lives on the room next door to me, and I can live here for free, and she gives me all I need for the time being. I can’t leave her now. She will soon be back on her feet, and then I will get in touch with you again. Wait for me. - Ava and the small room started fading.
Isabel sat up in her bed and opened her eyes, her heart was going a million miles an hour. She waited until it slowed back to normal and went to Max’s room. She knocked softly and opened the door, finding him awake, sitting up, watching TV.
- Iz, you ok? You look so pale! - He said with a shocked look as he turned towards her.
- Keep it down! - She said and sat on the bed beside him.
- Max, you won’t believe this…- She began.
- Oh no! What now? - He interrupted her, and closed his mouth as she frowned at him.
He sat in silence, his eyes going wide and his jaw hitting the bed as she told him of her dream. She had noticed he jumped and shivered when she told him of Rath’s fatal injury, but she waited until she had spilled all her beans to ask him.
- Remember that day when we watched the Langley video, after Jesse left and Liz went to the bathroom and so did I? - He said and Isabel nodded.
- Neither of us did that. Liz went to your room because she felt Michael needed her, and she gave me one of her mental nudges, so I went to them.
Michael was apparently having a nightmare, I took Liz’s hand and saw him lying on his belly with his hands under him clutching at his stomach, we actually saw the blood spreading out under him through Liz’s empathy, and he begged me to “stick them back in and heal him.” But he called me Max, not Zan, and Liz said it was just a nightmare, but she could tell he was blocking something out. Knowing Michael, Liz suspected he was keeping the pain away from her to protect her from it. He was obviously blocking out the fact that our dupes were getting killed. He doesn’t seem to remember it at all, or I’m sure he would’ve told us. - Max said thoughtfully.
- I don’t know, Max, if it affected him so much to block it out, maybe we shouldn’t make him remember it until it’s absolutely necessary. - She said, sounding very concerned.
- Yeah, I guess you’re right! - Max sighed. - Let’s just wait and find the right time, ok? He said he couldn’t block you out anymore, right? Why don’t you dreamwalk him to make sure Ava didn’t get through to him too? - Max asked. - I just hope they’re not…you know? Maria is there with him. -
- If they’re at it, then I won’t be able to do it since he’ll be awake, right? - Isabel reminded him how her power worked.
Max nodded and went to sit at the easy chair so she could do her thing comfortably. Isabel closed her eyes, took a deep breath and visibly relaxed. “She is getting so good at it.” Max observed. She stayed asleep for a reasonable number of minutes to assure Max she had found him sleeping. Soon after, she opened her eyes and sat up.
- Yes, they had been at it until a few minutes before. He was deeply asleep and he has the information stored in his subconscious, as I thought, but he doesn’t remember it. He only needs a small nudge to bring it all out, so it’s up to us to get it from him if we have to. We wait, ok? Ava is the only one left now, so our original four square will be complete again, the four dupes are gone now. It’s only us, we’re on our own. - Isabel got up and silently padded back to her room, leaving Max to his own thoughts. She went to sleep again without further interruptions.
Next morning, Max and Kyle met as accorded, at the park and jogged around some, but tired much sooner than they had expected.
- Shit! We suck! - Kyle wheezed, as Max panted beside him.
- Breakfast? - Max suggested when he was able to talk normally again.
- Right! - Kyle nodded, and they walked to the nearest cafeteria.
Isabel took Max’s keys and went to Liz’s first, at around 8:20. They had a luscious breakfast and bagged lots of goodies for Maria to consume on the way. They arrived at Michael’s at 8:45 and honked loudly. Maria came running out ready to go. Liz handed her a bag for Michael and Maria raced back in with it and placed a post-it on Michael’s bathroom door, where he was sure to see it, informing him of his breakfast in the bag on the kitchen table. She was out in scant seconds, and they were off. They shopped until they got really hungry and realized it was almost 1:00 pm. They had a quick lunch and Maria and Isabel decided to go for shoes. Liz wasn’t interested as she had just bought two pairs last week and decided to call it a day. She told them she was going back to help her dad with the weekend shopping to keep him on their side, and Maria asked her to check on Michael on the way there. Liz took the bus and stopped at Michael’s as she had promised Maria. She was about to knock and found that the door was just to. She was initially alarmed, but her empathy detected nothing wrong, so probably Maria just didn’t close it right on her hurried way out. She went in and heard Metallica blaring full volume so it was useless to call him. She sensed him in the bathroom and went there. She stood on the door pleasantly surprised to see him in tiny sweat shorts riding up his butt as he was inside the shower stall sticking something on the tiled wall. He was so into it that he hadn’t sensed her. She walked up to him and goosed him making him jerk. He turned over his shoulder with a mock sexy look.
- Hey, Liz! -
- What are you doing? - She asked him, full curiosity.
- I got these for Maria that night inTucson just before the hold up. She had seen them here at the mall and I wanted to give them to her, but she said Amy hated the damn things. So when I saw them again, I thought I would put them here for her. - He said smiling, thinking of her face when she saw them. They were green frogs, blue dolphins pink flowers and yellow stars with suckers that stuck to the tiles.
Liz looked at him and felt the love with which he was doing this for Maria, and adored him for it. They were perhaps little things he did for her, but they were so thoughtful and with such tenderness, that to her, they beat any dinner at an expensive restaurant, or all the flower bouquets, or even $50 per ounce perfume. Michael may not be able to afford what Max could buy, but what he gave was far more valuable: his whole heart. She wanted to rush to him, hold him tight against her and kiss him all over.
- I’m sure they’re completely clean now, but could you please check I didn’t miss anything? I don’t want her to get bad vibes and upset her. - He asked her with a pleading look.
- What do you mean? - She asked him, not getting it.
- They were in the back pockets of my jeans at the shooting and they were kind of bloody, you know? I can’t believe the bullets totally missed them. I’ve had them soaking for about an hour, the water turned red so I rinsed them twice. I think they’re clean now, but I want to be double sure. - He said, not wanting to screw up.
Her heart went out to him, remembering how hurt he had been, and yet he only cared that she would enjoy them without the least disturbing memory.
He moved aside and she walked in close and did as he asked her. The last row was a little too high for her, and she told him they were the only ones she couldn’t account for, and the reason for it. She felt his strong big hands go around her ribs, under her breasts as he lifted her effortlessly so she could have them right in front of her eyes. He went from left to right very slowly.
- Well? - He asked her, holding her carefully away from his body, his thoughts as innocent as a child’s. Liz was again so touched by this tall, strong boy, who could be so sweet and well intentioned, that it just broke her heart to think they had been scared of him when they found out what he really was.
- They’re perfect. Not a spot on them. - She assured him.
He lowered her gently back to the floor and smiled at her thankfully.
- Do you think she’ll like them? - He asked her eagerly.
- I’m sure she will. -She smiled back at him. - They’re beautiful! -
- I can get some for you, if you want me to, tell me what you like, or come with me and choose them yourself! - She could feel his own kind of love for her, and she was very flattered.
- Sure, great, thank you! - “I’ll like anything you choose for me, because you’ll be thinking of me when you do so, and even if I go with you, I will let you pick what you want for me, because they will mean the world to me.” She thought as she looked into his honey coloured eyes, liquid with the light from the small window just above the tiles. She could see in them that he had felt her thoughts as she had been so carried away that she had forgotten their empathy completely. She blushed deep red and closed her chocolate eyes in embarrassment. She felt him hugging her close to him, and she was absolutely lost in his warmth.
- Hey, it’s ok, I love you too, Maria knows, and she’s ok with it. She knows how different it is, but it’s love anyway. I can feel how much you love me too, not like you do Max, at all. It’s alright, it’s still love. - He kissed the top of her head and gave her a gentle squeeze before he let go of her. Liz looked up at him and went on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He knew she would be little short so he bent down to help her reach her goal.
- I have to go, you’re the best, you know? - She smiled at him fondly, wanting to touch him again, but afraid to.
- Sure! - He smirked, smugly and she couldn’t help giggling.
- Did you have your breakfast? - She asked as she backed out of the bathroom.
- Yeah, thanks for choosing just what I like, for me. - He winked at her.
Liz turned and ran out the apartment while she still could, and closed the door behind her. She had to stay there against it, while her heart stabilized and she was back in control of her body and mind. Michael had such a hold on her that it frightened her. She knew Maria might freak out, but she was telling her everything to the last detail as soon as she got talk to her. Michael belonged to Maria and she didn’t want her to think otherwise.
When they arrived, they were expecting them with 3 huge pizzas, and as the smell drew them to the dining room, Jim stood in front of Michael and hugged him tight against him. Michael hugged back with an uncertain look in his face, so Isabel caught his eye and just nodded, to let him know he would find out what it was all about in due time. When he let go off him, he held him at arm’s length with a sad look and Michael could have sworn his eyes were kind of shiny with a hint of tears. Jim reached up and patted his cheek a couple of times before he led him to the others. As they were wolfing down their second lunch, Isabel told them what they had been up to. Everyone was perfectly ok with it and said it was the right thing to do. Michael winked at Isabel, fully understanding Jim’s confusing behaviour Although Kyle apparently also agreed, he seemed a little quiet and unsure, so Isabel just gave him a nod and he knew exactly what she meant. He immediately relaxed and sent a pepperoni flying straight at one of Max’s ears with accurate aim, the gooey sauce making it stick efficiently to it.
- Shit, Kyle! - Max complained peeling the offending piece of sausage off him with a look of disgust as Kyle got ready to throw another one to his other ear. Max covered both his ears with his hands just in case.
- I think earrings would sure suit you fine! You have the potential to really show them off! - Kyle clowned.
- Fuck off, and quit it so I can eat, or I promise I will give you the fingernail and toenail polish to go with my earrings, and nothing will remove them until they grow out! - Max threatened.
- Ok, ok, truce! - Kyle dropped the second pepperoni on his slice and shook his hands in front of him in defeat.
He was grinning again, totally at ease after Isabel’s reassurance. Once the pizza and the surprise icecream were consumed, they went to the living area to share with the others the new information Langley had provided in answer to Isabel’s questions, except the last one concerning her and Rath- Michael’s public behaviour in Antar. Once the connection was over, it took them about a minute at the most to store the info and went right on. The girls got together with their typical chit-chat making the boys shake their heads and roll their eyes condescendingly.
- I heard the “fashion fiends” saying they will have those cute t-shirts with the little straps on one of the morning hour sales at the mall, so we better get there as soon as they open up not to miss it! - Maria’s eyes danced enthusiastically, and they all agreed with her.
Kyle told Max they seriously needed some guy bonding with an early session on jogging, and decided to meet at 7:30 at a certain park which happened to be halfway from both their homes.
- How about it, Michael? - Max asked. - You’re not doing anything special tomorrow, are you? - He asked sarcastically.
- Isn’t it Saturday? - He received nods from them. - No way dude, I’m sleeping as late as I can. As you have heard, the girls will be at a shopping spree, and that means Maria is coming right after to give me a private fashion show, and you know how that ends, huh? - Michael grinned mischievously.
- Ah, forget him, we’ll go. - Max and Kyle punched each other’s arms in confirmation.
They said their goodbyes and left, Kyle tagging along with them.
Michael, Maria and Liz were working at the Crashdown in a couple of hours till closing time, to make up for all their absences. Mr. Parker had made a deal with them to do it every Friday for the next two months and they would be even. It was really fair, as he had had one hell of a time during Michael’s stay at the hospital and then their trip for the Spring Break. They went to Michael’s and spent the time getting all their schoolwork done so they wouldn’t have to worry or do it all wrong at the last moment. Isabel agreed to help Michael with his and ended doing most of it herself as he lay sprawled on the bed with Isabel sitting beside him. Sure, he answered what she asked him, but she wrote it all down like a personal secretary. As she was doing the last sentence, Maria appeared at the door and shook her head. Isabel shrugged with a guilty look and they both giggled.
- He has a way of getting you to do just what he wants, sometimes. - Maria whispered in Isabel’s ear, making sure Michael didn’t hear her. Isabel nodded and they watched Michael open one eye trying to figure out what Maria had told her. They ended laughing hard, and Isabel got up and left him all to his girlfriend. She was barely out of the room when she heard the door slam behind her and Michael’s contrite: “Sorry” as if anyone else could slam it like that. Isabel sighed and joined the others who took the hint and started leaving. Liz gave a discreet knock and Michael, quite sure of who it was, reassured her.
- We’ll be on time, don’t worry! -
- Maria, your mother needed the Jetta, remember? - Liz reminded her.
- Oh shit! - From Maria.
- I’ll drive it over and I’ll have Max pick you up…-
- We’ll take the bike! - Shouted Michael.
- Are you up to it? - Liz sounded unsure.
- Yes, mother! - Michael again.
Liz giggled for all answer and caught up with the rest of them outside, taking Maria’s car with Kyle. She knew Amy was out and wasn’t due for another half hour so she wouldn’t need to think up an excuse and Amy would think Maria drove it home. When Michael and Maria arrived at the Crashdown, their look of satisfaction was imminent. Michael strutted in, all macho, but Maria skipped behind him rubbing his ass and sending his whole look down the drain.
- Maria! - He frowned, reaching back and slapping gently her hands away.
The chuckles and giggles starting around the full place had her blushing and she rushed ahead of him to the safety of the back room.
- What was that? - Liz asked her grinning.
- Oh, men! I told him to put a cushion under his tush because the seat of the bike is kind of hard but he would have none of it, and I caught him wincing when we arrived and he got down. Of course he had to admit to me he was kind of sore, but see what I get to try and ease his pain! - She said indignantly, then ended arching her brows in understanding at Liz’s face, which told her exactly what she and the customers were thinking.
- Oh, they have such dirty minds! - She exclaimed outraged.
- But they’re right! - Liz assured her.
Maria rolled her eyes and went to her locker to change. She found Michael shirtless, about to put on his work t-shirt and rushed to him before he could do so.
- Wait, wait, wait! - She went, as she wrapped her arms around his stomach and covered what she could of his back with kisses, nips and licks before Liz called out to them from the door:
- My dad’s coming! -
Michael rushed out of the room pulling his t-shirt on, leaving the room for Maria to change hurriedly.
- Hey kid, you’re just on time! - Said Jeff Parker, slapping Michael’s back fondly as their paths crossed.
- Maria’s changing…- Michael told him, holding him by the arm.
- Uh oh, I’ll send Liz for the napkins, then. - He walked Michael to the kitchen and turned towards his daughter.
The night went on in its usual pace, nothing out of the ordinary, and they went home after closing. Max, Isabel and Kyle followed Michael and Maria as they rode the bike home, and then, after a lot of honking and hollering, they managed to let go off each other and stop kissing. Maria had to be home when her mother came from doing the inventory of the stuff she had just brought to her store, so she would drop like a stone. Maria would wait to hear her soft snores, and rush over to Michael’s until Liz and Isabel picked her up next day to go to the mall. Amy would have been duly informed on her arrival of Maria’s shopping plans so she wouldn’t be surprised not to find her home when she got up next morning. Max and Isabel were back to their parents’ home until Isabel would reluctantly return to her married life when Jesse came back from Boston. Liz, of course, would stay home and keep her promise to stay away from the lure of the valium, as everything seemed to be in a peacefull stage. She still had her doubts when she started getting the M&M vibes going full into sex, so she closed her eyes and concentrated in a song she currently liked, and bingo! Just like Kyle had said, she was asleep. Things at the Evans’ residence were a little different though. Isabel was again sucked unsuspectingly into a dream she hadn’t bargained for. It was Ava, and she was in this tacky little room, looking very sad. Dream Isabel went over to her and saw her open her eyes wide and smile, reaching her hands out to her. “Thank you, thank you so much for coming! “
- Ava! Are you alright? - Isabel asked her, concerned at the depressed expression on her face.
- Oh, I’m fine, it’s just that…I’ve never been on my own my whole life, and even though I had my issues with Zan, Lonnie and Rath, they were there if I needed them. - Her New York accent was almost gone, but the wistful look in her eyes was getting to be too much for Isabel.
- Have you heard from them? Do you know where they are, what they’re doing? - Isabel asked her in a frenzy to find out.
- Zan wasn’t dead. He suspected Lonnie’s intentions for some time, and how she was trying to convince Rath into siding with her, so he was kind of expecting it to happen, and prepared himself for it. He used his shield and just shed his empty carcass. He had been hiding inside the mind of a homeless guy, gradually regenerating into his own image. He suspected Lonnie’s intentions for some time, and how she was trying to convince Rath into siding with her, so he was kind of expecting it to happen, and prepared himself for it. He had been connecting with me, very weakly, but clear enough for just a couple of minutes before it faded away. When he fully recovered his original looks, he wanted me to be with him when he took his revenge against them, but I didn’t want to do it and he sensed it, so he grew even more bitter. He cornered them in an abandoned warehouse they used to go after they stole as many wallets as they could, and where they would split the money, zapping the evidence into smoke. He got them completely by surprise, in full concentration, and sent Lonnie flying against the wall. She cracked her skull open like a melon against a metal peg, dying instantly. At the same time, using his other hand, though the blast was weaker, he zapped Rath in the stomach, his guts spilling on the floor. He knew he was alive, but he was done for. He was the only one who could heal him, and like hell he would. Rath lay there on his belly, his blood spreading under him as Zan walked up to him smiling coldly, and kicked him in the ribs. Rath looked up and begged him to stick his guts back in and heal him, that it had all been Lonnie’s doing. Zan knew it was true, but still it had been Rath who pushed him into the path of the coming truck, and he wasn’t forgetting that. “If it hadn’t been for my shield, my guts would have spilled on the floor like yours right now.” He told him, but Rath said he had calculated his fall so that the truck would just pass over him, too high to even touch him and the tyres too wide to even come near him. Zan placed his hand on Rath’s back over his heart, and confirmed he was telling him the truth. But Zan was too far gone and just wanted to come to me and live together, without the constant threat of Lonnie against his life, and Rath, tempting me to go to him like our protector had told us it had happened in Antar. It was so unfair, cause Rath felt no attraction to me, and though I did, I wasn’t about to cause our destruction again. This was the opportunity he wanted, of a new life, together, getting a proper education, and a good job, to survive in decent conditions until we could find the way to go back and claim our throne. He was so thirsty of vengeance that he wasn’t thinking clearly. He didn’t realize that without Rath, he was nothing. Who would do his fighting? He needed the strength of his warrior and the charisma of his Royal Blood to rally the Antares to him.So he turned his back on Rath and left him to die, slowly and cruelly. But he wasn’t counting on Rath’s strength, and the second he turned, Rath gathered all he had left in him, so that before Zan could even suspect it, he zapped him in the head, cracking it as effectively as the peg had done to Lonnie’s. He fell back with his brain splattered on the ground and his eyes open and staring. So now I’m completely alone! - Ava had begun crying openly when the deaths began, and her whole body was trembling with her sobs.
- Oh no, Ava! When did this happen? - Isabel asked her, crying herself.
- I don’t know, about two…three weeks ago? - She answered choking on her tears.
- You must come to us! We will go and get you! Where are you? - Isabel knew she would eventually end up with them, as they had been told, so maybe this was the opportunity they needed to get her back.
- No, I can’t right now. You see, this old lady took me in, and she has this little store that gives her enough to live. She fell in front of me in the street and broke her leg, so I helped her and she asked me to work for her until she got well enough to tend her store again. She lives on the room next door to me, and I can live here for free, and she gives me all I need for the time being. I can’t leave her now. She will soon be back on her feet, and then I will get in touch with you again. Wait for me. - Ava and the small room started fading.
Isabel sat up in her bed and opened her eyes, her heart was going a million miles an hour. She waited until it slowed back to normal and went to Max’s room. She knocked softly and opened the door, finding him awake, sitting up, watching TV.
- Iz, you ok? You look so pale! - He said with a shocked look as he turned towards her.
- Keep it down! - She said and sat on the bed beside him.
- Max, you won’t believe this…- She began.
- Oh no! What now? - He interrupted her, and closed his mouth as she frowned at him.
He sat in silence, his eyes going wide and his jaw hitting the bed as she told him of her dream. She had noticed he jumped and shivered when she told him of Rath’s fatal injury, but she waited until she had spilled all her beans to ask him.
- Remember that day when we watched the Langley video, after Jesse left and Liz went to the bathroom and so did I? - He said and Isabel nodded.
- Neither of us did that. Liz went to your room because she felt Michael needed her, and she gave me one of her mental nudges, so I went to them.
Michael was apparently having a nightmare, I took Liz’s hand and saw him lying on his belly with his hands under him clutching at his stomach, we actually saw the blood spreading out under him through Liz’s empathy, and he begged me to “stick them back in and heal him.” But he called me Max, not Zan, and Liz said it was just a nightmare, but she could tell he was blocking something out. Knowing Michael, Liz suspected he was keeping the pain away from her to protect her from it. He was obviously blocking out the fact that our dupes were getting killed. He doesn’t seem to remember it at all, or I’m sure he would’ve told us. - Max said thoughtfully.
- I don’t know, Max, if it affected him so much to block it out, maybe we shouldn’t make him remember it until it’s absolutely necessary. - She said, sounding very concerned.
- Yeah, I guess you’re right! - Max sighed. - Let’s just wait and find the right time, ok? He said he couldn’t block you out anymore, right? Why don’t you dreamwalk him to make sure Ava didn’t get through to him too? - Max asked. - I just hope they’re not…you know? Maria is there with him. -
- If they’re at it, then I won’t be able to do it since he’ll be awake, right? - Isabel reminded him how her power worked.
Max nodded and went to sit at the easy chair so she could do her thing comfortably. Isabel closed her eyes, took a deep breath and visibly relaxed. “She is getting so good at it.” Max observed. She stayed asleep for a reasonable number of minutes to assure Max she had found him sleeping. Soon after, she opened her eyes and sat up.
- Yes, they had been at it until a few minutes before. He was deeply asleep and he has the information stored in his subconscious, as I thought, but he doesn’t remember it. He only needs a small nudge to bring it all out, so it’s up to us to get it from him if we have to. We wait, ok? Ava is the only one left now, so our original four square will be complete again, the four dupes are gone now. It’s only us, we’re on our own. - Isabel got up and silently padded back to her room, leaving Max to his own thoughts. She went to sleep again without further interruptions.
Next morning, Max and Kyle met as accorded, at the park and jogged around some, but tired much sooner than they had expected.
- Shit! We suck! - Kyle wheezed, as Max panted beside him.
- Breakfast? - Max suggested when he was able to talk normally again.
- Right! - Kyle nodded, and they walked to the nearest cafeteria.
Isabel took Max’s keys and went to Liz’s first, at around 8:20. They had a luscious breakfast and bagged lots of goodies for Maria to consume on the way. They arrived at Michael’s at 8:45 and honked loudly. Maria came running out ready to go. Liz handed her a bag for Michael and Maria raced back in with it and placed a post-it on Michael’s bathroom door, where he was sure to see it, informing him of his breakfast in the bag on the kitchen table. She was out in scant seconds, and they were off. They shopped until they got really hungry and realized it was almost 1:00 pm. They had a quick lunch and Maria and Isabel decided to go for shoes. Liz wasn’t interested as she had just bought two pairs last week and decided to call it a day. She told them she was going back to help her dad with the weekend shopping to keep him on their side, and Maria asked her to check on Michael on the way there. Liz took the bus and stopped at Michael’s as she had promised Maria. She was about to knock and found that the door was just to. She was initially alarmed, but her empathy detected nothing wrong, so probably Maria just didn’t close it right on her hurried way out. She went in and heard Metallica blaring full volume so it was useless to call him. She sensed him in the bathroom and went there. She stood on the door pleasantly surprised to see him in tiny sweat shorts riding up his butt as he was inside the shower stall sticking something on the tiled wall. He was so into it that he hadn’t sensed her. She walked up to him and goosed him making him jerk. He turned over his shoulder with a mock sexy look.
- Hey, Liz! -
- What are you doing? - She asked him, full curiosity.
- I got these for Maria that night inTucson just before the hold up. She had seen them here at the mall and I wanted to give them to her, but she said Amy hated the damn things. So when I saw them again, I thought I would put them here for her. - He said smiling, thinking of her face when she saw them. They were green frogs, blue dolphins pink flowers and yellow stars with suckers that stuck to the tiles.
Liz looked at him and felt the love with which he was doing this for Maria, and adored him for it. They were perhaps little things he did for her, but they were so thoughtful and with such tenderness, that to her, they beat any dinner at an expensive restaurant, or all the flower bouquets, or even $50 per ounce perfume. Michael may not be able to afford what Max could buy, but what he gave was far more valuable: his whole heart. She wanted to rush to him, hold him tight against her and kiss him all over.
- I’m sure they’re completely clean now, but could you please check I didn’t miss anything? I don’t want her to get bad vibes and upset her. - He asked her with a pleading look.
- What do you mean? - She asked him, not getting it.
- They were in the back pockets of my jeans at the shooting and they were kind of bloody, you know? I can’t believe the bullets totally missed them. I’ve had them soaking for about an hour, the water turned red so I rinsed them twice. I think they’re clean now, but I want to be double sure. - He said, not wanting to screw up.
Her heart went out to him, remembering how hurt he had been, and yet he only cared that she would enjoy them without the least disturbing memory.
He moved aside and she walked in close and did as he asked her. The last row was a little too high for her, and she told him they were the only ones she couldn’t account for, and the reason for it. She felt his strong big hands go around her ribs, under her breasts as he lifted her effortlessly so she could have them right in front of her eyes. He went from left to right very slowly.
- Well? - He asked her, holding her carefully away from his body, his thoughts as innocent as a child’s. Liz was again so touched by this tall, strong boy, who could be so sweet and well intentioned, that it just broke her heart to think they had been scared of him when they found out what he really was.
- They’re perfect. Not a spot on them. - She assured him.
He lowered her gently back to the floor and smiled at her thankfully.
- Do you think she’ll like them? - He asked her eagerly.
- I’m sure she will. -She smiled back at him. - They’re beautiful! -
- I can get some for you, if you want me to, tell me what you like, or come with me and choose them yourself! - She could feel his own kind of love for her, and she was very flattered.
- Sure, great, thank you! - “I’ll like anything you choose for me, because you’ll be thinking of me when you do so, and even if I go with you, I will let you pick what you want for me, because they will mean the world to me.” She thought as she looked into his honey coloured eyes, liquid with the light from the small window just above the tiles. She could see in them that he had felt her thoughts as she had been so carried away that she had forgotten their empathy completely. She blushed deep red and closed her chocolate eyes in embarrassment. She felt him hugging her close to him, and she was absolutely lost in his warmth.
- Hey, it’s ok, I love you too, Maria knows, and she’s ok with it. She knows how different it is, but it’s love anyway. I can feel how much you love me too, not like you do Max, at all. It’s alright, it’s still love. - He kissed the top of her head and gave her a gentle squeeze before he let go of her. Liz looked up at him and went on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He knew she would be little short so he bent down to help her reach her goal.
- I have to go, you’re the best, you know? - She smiled at him fondly, wanting to touch him again, but afraid to.
- Sure! - He smirked, smugly and she couldn’t help giggling.
- Did you have your breakfast? - She asked as she backed out of the bathroom.
- Yeah, thanks for choosing just what I like, for me. - He winked at her.
Liz turned and ran out the apartment while she still could, and closed the door behind her. She had to stay there against it, while her heart stabilized and she was back in control of her body and mind. Michael had such a hold on her that it frightened her. She knew Maria might freak out, but she was telling her everything to the last detail as soon as she got talk to her. Michael belonged to Maria and she didn’t want her to think otherwise.
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Chapter 133
As soon as she arrived at the Crashdown, Liz called Maria’s cell phone.
- Where are you? - She asked her.
- I just dropped Isabel home. Why? -
- You haven’t seen Michael yet? -
- No, I’m heading over to him…is he alright? - Maria asked, suddenly worried.
- Sure, he’s fine, he’s sleeping, so you should kiss him awake. I caught him doing something real nice for you. -
- Really? What? Tell me! - Maria demanded.
- I can’t, it’s a surprise, but you’ll love it. It’s in the bathroom. - Liz said and hanged up.
Maria arrived at Michael’s and rushed to the bathroom. She froze at the door, the shower was right in front of her eyes and she didn’t have much to look around for. She stared open mouthed at the tiled wall at the back, the frogs, dolphins, stars and flowers jumping out at her in a colourful display.. She clapped her hands over her mouth not to scream in delight. Not that it would have woken Michael up, but anyway, that wasn’t the way she was planning to do it. She backed away for as long as she could, and turned to the couch. Michael was asleep just like Liz had said. He lay kind of sideways, he probably had been watching TV when he started getting sleepy, and he turned it off before he completely passed out. Maria slumped to the floor by the couch and captured his mouth as her hand caressed him from his hip to his ribs and back again. He automatically kissed her back, and when she felt he seemed to be trying to say something, she backed off just enough to hear him whisper: “Maria…” Her lips went to his again muttering: “Michael, oh Michael, Michael, Michael.” She saw his eyes opening sleepily and she closed them back with kisses before returning to his mouth. This time she wasn’t letting him go. Michael rolled towards her, slithering off the couch as she straightened her legs and he straddled them, lying over her. His hands slid under her head to protect it from the hard floor. They kissed until they were choking and pulled back for a deep breath and back again, Maria’s nails raking his back. Some minutes later, she placed her hands on his cheeks and held him back. He opened his eyes and she almost drowned in the liquid honey pools.
-.I was in the bathroom…- She told him looking serious.
- Did…did you like them? - Michael said doubtfully, wincing in anticipation.
- Of course I liked them! They’re just what I wanted! Thank you, thank you, thank you! - She rambled and slid her hands back from his cheeks burying her fingers in his hair and pulling him down to her waiting mouth until they were dizzy with pleasure.
- Ok, let me up. I want to show you what I bought. - Maria said.
- Do we have time? - He asked.
- What do you mean? - She checked her watch. - Oh shit! I didn’t know it was so late! C’mon Spaceboy, we’re working tonight! -
She helped him change and pushed him over to her car.
- I’ll show you later! - She pinched him hard, as he climbed into the Jetta.
As soon as they could, Liz and Maria took a break. The girls got together in the back room and Liz took Maria’s hands in hers telling her what had happened at Michael’s. She could feel Liz was uncomfortable but she wasn’t hiding anything. Maria squeezed her hands and Liz dared raise her eyes and meet her best friend’s.
- Thank you for loving him, Liz. Of course I’m ok with it. I know you won’t do anything behind my back. - Maria smiled at her.
- But Maria…- Liz began.
- No, chica. The circumstances that led to the Enigma thing weren’t totally your fault. I’ve already told you, so leave that in the past and bury it, ok? -
Liz nodded, reassured, and squeezed Maria’s hands back.
When closing time finally came and Maria and Michael were already changed and ready to leave, Amy called in a fit of fury, demanding her daughter to get home right away. Maria looked at her cell phone with a sad look, she hadn’t been able to say a single word after her “Hi mom”.
- What was that? - Asked Liz, and Michael did the same with his eyes.
- Mom wants me home right away. From her tone, the oven is still acting up and she has a batch of pies to bake for tomorrow. - She shook her head in dismay.
- I can fix it for her. All you have to do is tell her I have experience with the ovens here and keep her away from the kitchen while I do my thing. - Michael told her.
- Oh, would you? I love you, Spaceboy! C’mon! - She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to the car.
- Where are you going? - Michael asked as he noticed they were heading towards his place instead of Maria’s.
- I need something to keep her busy while you work. - She stopped in front of his apartment and rushed in to come back with one big shopping bag.
- What about the other ones? - He knew Maria had brought three shopping bags.
- Oh those are for you. Anyway if she sees what they contain, she’ll ground me for a year! - She giggled.
- What did you buy? - She asked, mystified.
- Don’t ask, I have a surprise from the sex shop and if my mom sees that, I will become a complete orphan and will have to move in with you. - She giggled again.
Michael smirked and started fantasizing with whatever was in the bags.
When they entered the kitchen by the back door, Amy gave Michael a frigid glare.
- Michael…- She said trying to make it pass as a greeting.
- Mom, Michael has offered to fix the oven cause he’s real good at it and has had a lot of practice at the Crashdown. - Maria told her.
Amy’s expression changed completely. She started smiling but before she could utter a single word, Maria grabbed her hand and had her following her rather unwillingly to the living room.
- Maria! I want to…- She protested.
- No mom, let him work, he won’t do it right if we distract him, here let me show you…- Maria had her hooked looking at her shopping until Michael waited a prudent time not to seem suspiciously fast, and called them. Of course everything was working perfectly well, and Amy was jumping up and down like a little girl and clinging to him, kissing his cheeks and going:
- Oh Michael! Thank you, thank you, thank you! - Sounding just like Maria and looking like an older version of her. Michael couldn’t help thinking that jerk De Luca was a total idiot for having left them. He was treated to a whole cherry pie, and what he couldn’t finish eating, Amy wrapped up for him to take home. When Michael kissed Amy goodbye, she insisted on Maria driving him and just winked at them and said: “have a good time.”
Maria spent an hour giving Michael a private fashion show with her recent acquisitions, but kept a smaller shopping bag away from him, forbidding him to even take a peek cause it was a surprise for next week-end. Then they made love for another hour and decided not to incur in Amy’s wrath so Maria drove back home with Michael following her on his bike to make sure she arrived home alright. They spent the next twenty minutes saying good-bye unendingly until the light in the kitchen was turned on and Michael took off.
Michael woke up to the sound of hooting and whistling somewhere nearby and thought he had left the TV set on last night. Then he remembered he had gone straight to bed, risking a peek into Maria’s secret shopping bag, but whatever was inside was contained in a black velvet wrapping, so he just let it be. Then he had flopped on his bed and blacked out. What the hell was going on outside. He pushed up sleepily and walked out the door to find Max and Kyle on the couch watching a game. He heard female voices nearby and found Maria, Liz and Isabel in the kitchen stuffing themselves with ice cream and listening to Isabel’s latest news on Stuart.
- Michael! - He heard behind him and something rather hard smashed against his butt.
- Shit! - He said and turned to find the guys chuckling and an empty can of cherry cola on the floor. He bent down to pick it up with the intention of throwing it right back at them when he heard:
- Jesus, Michael! You’ll give us a heart attack! - From Isabel.
He realized he was buck naked so he said a hurried: “Sorry” and padded to his room to put on some shorts. When he came out, they were already making up their minds about a lunch delivery and he pulled Maria’s wrist up to his eyes and saw it was almost 1:00 pm. As they waited, he went in for a shower and he came out with a towel around his waist to get some clothes in his bedroom. Maria and Liz were crouching in a corner with the “surprise” and giggling together. When he was two steps away from them and had almost managed to get a glimpse of the secret thing, Isabel came into the room and called him. Maria and Liz turned and jumped sky high when they saw him. Maria tossed the bag into the back of his closet and cursed like a truck driver.
- Maria! - Went Liz and Isabel together, shocked by what was coming out of her mouth.
- Sorry…- Said Maria, blushing, and turned on Michael.
- Don’t you ever do that to me again! - She tried to yank the towel away from him, but Michael managed to cling to it and keep at least, his front covered.
Isabel rolled her eyes and left with Liz telling them over her shoulder that lunch was ready. Maria helped him into sweat shorts hurriedly and when they came out they found there was some pasta, some Chinese, a huge Pizza and some nondescript thing that no one wanted to take the responsibility of having ordered, but there it was. Michael came to the conclusion it was some kind of omelette and tried some, saying it was damn good, and eating the whole thing straight from the container it was in with his hands before they could stop him, escaping from them all around the place while he stuffed himself. When he let them catch him, it was too late: it was all gone and he was laughing his head off. When Maria snatched the empty container from him, she knew it was definitely from the Chinese restaurant, so she called to find out what had killed him, in case he didn’t make it. It turned out to be an innocent flounder and avalone omelette which had been jogged around a little too much to be correctly identified, that was all, and they could all rest assured they weren’t going to lose him. Kyle confessed he had not dared try it cause it looked like puke, and he was bombarded with everything they could get their hands on for grossing them out. Michael, of course napped all the rest of the afternoon with everyone taking peeks at him, not totally convinced of the information given to them by the restaurant, cause the thing looked far from harmless, but he slept peacefully until he was rudely awakened by everyone shaking him at the same time. They had him in the shower before he could accurately register what was happening and then Maria took over screaming everyone out of the bathroom, giggling, chuckling and protesting, the last being Kyle’s contribution. As they were about to leave, Maria returned hurriedly to Michael’s closet and shoved the mysterious bag in a common plastic food store one, keeping it glued to her body. When they arrived at the Crashdown, she secured it in her locker. It was a calm Sunday night, Isabel and Kyle were at the back booth and soon the three girls got together and decided to have another girls’ day next Saturday, and made Liz promise she wouldn’t chicken out too early again. They would spent some reasonable time at the mall in the morning, and then have a great time at the movies and then more chick flicks and ice cream in the evening at Isabel’s room at the Evans’. No boys allowed at all, they would rest of all male company until next day. By closing time, Amy called Maria again to remind her next day was a school day and she wanted her home right away. Maria and Michael took ages to say their goodnights on the couch of the backroom with Liz on the lookout for her father.
The whole week, they behaved like model students, Michael included to everyone’s surprise, the eraser room absolutely out of bounds because the neurotic janitor went to check it out every half hour during the whole week, so no one had a chance at it. Liz’s dad took pity on his young employees and gave them Friday and Saturday night off. Max and Isabel had promised their parents to spend a family night with them on Friday, so they had to stay home and watch videos nonstop with them. Liz and Maria had something going that evening so it was ok with them. Then Max promised his father he would help him with the neigbours’ meeting barbecue on Saturday night, since there was nothing else to do, if he would have Saturday and Sunday for himself during the daytime. Kyle was doing the same with his father that Friday, and Jim got a call from his band friends saying they had a great gig on Saturday night so they would get together in the morning and practice their heads off to be in sync for the evening. Jim had programmed that Saturday for a home fixing day with Kyle, so he asked him to stay home and do what he could as compensation for being away from home most of the time lately, plus the trip to Phoenix. Kyle said it was reasonable and promised. Of course, when he heard his father snoring, he called Max and told him he would need his help around the house next day and to get Michael too. He knew things would turn out much better with a little alien help but his father didn’t need to know. Max went to Liz’s early on Saturday before she left for the girls’ day and had a heart to heart talk with her making her agree to spend Sunday with him. She seemed tired and kept yawning but he decided not to ask since she had accepted spending next day with him and he didn’t want to give her any reason to change her mind. He drove over to Michael to drag him out of bed to help Kyle, and was surprised to find Maria leaving hurriedly looking just as tired and yawning like Liz had. Isabel came honking with Liz in Maria’s car and she hopped in as Max waved them off.
Chapter 134
Maria and Isabel were surprised when Jim Valenti called them on Sunday at about 10:30 asking them to go over because he needed their opinion on something important. Liz had left a few minutes ago with Max who, being next door, came knocking and waking them all up. They arrived at the Valenti’s and were about to ring the door when Jim yelled to them it was open. They entered the house to find him sitting on the easy chair looking quite pissed. He gestured to the couch and asked them to sit down. They did so quite intrigued.
- I am very sorry because I will have to be very blunt but I know I have to consider you adults, because you are both sexually active. - Maria’s eyes looked ready to pop out of her head when Jim continued. - Calm down Maria, your mom knows too. Can I go on? - Maria nodded just looking kind of pale. - My band, the Kit Shickers, had a juicy gig yesterday, so we spent the morning practicing, had a quick lunch and left right after to be there early and get everything ready. It wasn’t that far, just in Carlsbad. I had planned to stay home with Kyle, doing some badly needed fixing around the house, my budget being rather…well, you know, so I asked my son, to stay home and do what he could, and today I would go on with him to finish what he couldn’t. I don’t think it was too much to ask, since he’s hardly been home this last month or so, with all the stuff you kids have been going through, and he’s been away 10 days for the Spring break which I thought he deserved. So we do our thing…-
- How did it go? - Yelled Kyle from his room.
- Fine! Shut up! - Jim looked and sounded very upset. Maria and Isabel wee surprised that he wasn’t joining them. Jim continued. - And we get paid even much more than we expected. We stay until the whole thing is over, and have some coffee for breakfast to be back home as soon as possible. We stop at the doughnut place, because I know how much Kyle likes them, and I buy a whole bag of them for him in payment for his help. They drop me at the back door and I can’t wait to surprise him. I go first to the garage and see the door has been fixed, the hinge totally repaired, the cupboard has the drawers closed, so I try them and they all work fine. I turn on the light and the bulb has been changed. I enter the kitchen and the wall paper is glued back on the wall and the grease stains are gone. I leave my stuff there and I check the bathroom to see the tap is not leaking anymore, I turn on the shower and the spray is like brand new, not spewing everywhere. I’m so proud of my son, thinking the poor guy has spent the whole day slaving around the house. I go to the living room not getting why I can’t hear the sports channel on the TV, it’s 10:20am, but I hear some muttering so I suspect he’s speaking on the phone and has turned the volume down. I look around but the TV set of off and the phone is on the hook. The mutterings are coming from his room and I think: “I can’t believe it! Kyle has got himself a cell phone? But he hates the damn things!” So I tip toe over and the door is not completely closed as it looked but almost. I can see him on his knees at the foot of the bed with his head thrown back and I think: “Oh my god, he dumped Buddha and he’s back to Christianity! He’s praying!” But then I notice his mouth is not moving and I still hear what I had thought were mutterings and now seem like groans. The voice doesn’t sound like Kyle, it’s lower pitched, it sounds more like…Michael? I push the door expecting the creaking to make him turn towards me, but he has been thorough there too, and it opens quietly. And there, on the bed, belly down, stark naked and jackknifed over I don’t know what, is Michael and Kyle, my straight, responsible son is plugged into the alien boy’s butt! Now I’m the one surprised, dumb with it, and since I’m totally in mute mode, I can’t help listening. Michael starts talking clearly, confirming that what I had heard before were groans, as they had obviously just finished whatever they had been doing. He goes: “Shit Kyle, it hurts!” Then Kyle:”Sorry Michael, I shouldn’t have been so rough!” “It’s ok, dude, it hurts good, it’s just that yesterday when Max picked me up to come here to help you, he had to do his healing thing, then he gave me a quickie in the shower, then after lunch at the pool in the desert, you and him took turns on me twice each, that’s six times, man, then when he dropped us here, you had me “picking up the soap”(Jim mimicked the quotation marks with his fingers) from the shower, that’s seven. Then when you put me here to bed, you stayed with me and screwed me number eight, and this one now is nine! Hey, I’m damn sore, but Max is with Liz today and I can’t call him!” “I’ll take care of you.” and Kyle’s hands on his ass start massaging him. I’m going nuts here, thinking about you, Maria, how you’re going to freak out when you find out about this and I hear Michael mention your name, so I start listening again from where I’m frozen. Kyle is spanking Michael and saying: “C’mon, tell me, man!” And Michael goes: “Ow! Ok, but stop it!” So Kyle just massages him again and he goes on: “They did the threesome yesterday. They had got one of those things that they strap on and it was black and huge, man!” “As big as mine?” “No dude, as big as Leroy’s, you know, Hank’s nigger friend? Liz did me as I did Maria, and then the other way around, thing is they each did me twice in the end, that’s why Max had to do his thing when he came for me, I couldn’t even stand up, like now! Shit, man, Maria is going to kill me, and then she’s going after you. Better hide or leave town, and if you can’t you better learn to sing opera, you know what I mean, cause she’s going to rid you of your whole equipment to make sure it never happens again,” He chuckled ending in a gasp and winced. “Fuck, hurts even to laugh!” Just then I felt my voice had somehow come back, so I say, “Oh, I’m sure it does!” and Kyle turns and sees me and now he’s the one who’s dumb with his eyes popping out of his head. I see his fingers digging hard into Michael’s ass and he goes: “Ungh! Kyle! Go easy there! They used the belt on me too! Ohhh, you’re finally sliding out! Hey, that was cool dude, you sounded just like your fa…”- And that’s as far as he got cause he had turned over his shoulder as he spoke and seen the way Kyle was looking towards the door so he followed his eyes and met mine. He just went “Oh Shit!” and buried his face in his arms. I decide not to scream like I feel like doing and just tell them to get decent and wait until I call them and went to call you girls. I wanted Liz and Max too but their cell phones are off and they’re not home.
- They’ve decided to…- Maria started in a thread of voice.
- Bond today…- Isabel finished just as softly and shaky too.
- I guess morality has been totally scratched out of you dictionaries, huh? -
He scoffed shaking his head. - Ok then, I’ll get to them later. Ok, Kyle, Michael, come out here. You’re decent, I presume? -
They heard light footsteps coming towards them from the direction of Kyle’s bedroom. Kyle was wearing a sweat shirt and matching pants, and Michael was wearing black shorts and a t-shirt of the same colour, both indecently snug, being Kyle’s.
- Sit! - Barked Jim, and Kyle sat by the girls on the couch, but Michael just stood beside them.
- Well? - He snapped at Michael, seeing him hesitate.
- I’m kind of hurting there…you know? - He said softly.
- Sit! - Jim repeated even louder.
Michael sighed and sat not quite straight, rather sideways, wincing.
- Kyle? I’m waiting! What do you have to say for yourself? - Jim spat.
- Dad, I know this sounds stupid, but it’s not what you think…- He turned to Maria and Isabel and back to his father, meeting his eyes just for fractions of seconds, very ashamed. - I’m not gay! I swear! -
- So how would you call it? You were doing some alien probing for the sake of scientific investigation? - Jim exclaimed sarcastically.
Michael started laughing but Jim’s look shut him up.
- It’s only Michael dad, It’s…I don’t know…he sends these vibes…and I feel the need to…you know…- Kyle explained, haltingly.
- No, I don’t know! I’ve never felt anything like that for another guy, because I guess I’m normal! - Jim shouted.
- I’m sorry dad, but none of your friends or the guys you hang with are aliens. I haven’t felt this for any other guy, I swear! - Kyle was about to cry.
- What about Max? - Asked Jim.
- Nooo! Not at all! - Kyle shouted, outraged.
- Well Michael? Any reasonable explanation? - Jim glared at him.
- I can’t explain it sir, sorry. - Michael was wincing and squirming on the couch.
- Ok kid, lie down, I don’t want you passing out here! - Jim told Michael.
Michael started lying over the other three on the couch and Jim reacted.
- What are you doing? On the floor! - He yelled.
Michael scoffed and stretched out on the ground, his face on his arms. Maria got up and went to Michael, placing her hand on his shoulder. Jim stared at her, his mouth working but the words not coming out.
- C’mon Michael, I don’t like the way this is going, and you’re not feeling well, let me take you home, you should be in bed. - Isabel also went to them and the two girls helped Michael up.
- Are you girls out of your minds? Are you alright with what he is doing to you? - Jim managed to say.
- He’s not doing anything to us. We don’t like the way things are with him, but he can’t help them. He doesn’t do them to offend or to insult. Neither does Kyle. I think you two need to be alone and work it out. We have to go. We need to take care of Michael. - Isabel gave Jim a sympathetic look and wrapped her arm around Michael’s waist.
Maria didn’t look at either of the Valenti’s. She just got Michael from the other side and led him to the door.
- Bye Jim, thanks for calling us. - Said Maria without turning, as they left the house and opened the back door of the Jetta, for Michael to crawl in and stretch out the best he could.
They drove a couple of blocks in absolute silence, then Maria broke it.
- I don’t know what’s going to happen now. - She said shaking her head.
- Give him time to sort everything out. Jim’s a good person, he just needs to take it slow. He’ll be fine, you’ll see. - Isabel nodded. - Once we get with Max and Liz, they will go and talk some sense into him. If someone can, they will. -
- Isabel, this does not make any sense at all according to human standards. If my mother finds out what goes on with Michael, she’ll just shoot through the ceiling! And she’ll ground me for life if she survives the experience, Michael also banned from my life, of course! - She whined.
They drove a few more blocks quietly until they had to stop at a red light. Maria reached back and touched Michael’s hip.
- You ok? - She asked him.
- Yeah…- He whispered softly.
Maria turned over her shoulder and saw Isabel’s hand on his thigh, then the two girls’ eyes met in a deep look of mutual understanding. A car started honking behind them and they noticed that the light had changed. Maria frowned and stuck her left hand out of the window ready to give the finger to whoever had dared interrupt them and spoil the moment. She glanced into the rear mirror just in time to change the offensive gesture intended to a wave and a friendly smile. The lady sounded vaguely familiar, probably a friend of Amy’s, but definitely a nice person. Then she recognized her and her eyes popped out of her head.
- Oh my god, oh my god! It’s Jenny! Michael! It’s Jenny! - Maria opened the door and burst out of the car breaking into a run. Michael jerked up on all fours, somehow managed to zap the door open without a scratch on it, and crawled out of the car. Once completely outside, he bounced to his feet and half jogged half limped after Maria. The lady had also rushed out of her car and Isabel could see she was smallish, thin and Latin looking. As she and Maria were lost in a close embrace, Michael crashed into their sides, wrapping his arms around them and raising them off the ground. When he put them down and let go, the surprised woman exclaimed:
- Maria! Oh my god, Michael? - Both women were smiling widely while Michael’s lips wore his typical smirk.
- When did you arrive? - Maria shouted.
- Early today and I’m leaving in the evening. I’m on my way to some conferences in Phoenix for 5 days and then straight back to Buenos Aires. We’re doing fine there. I came one day before to stop in Roswell and visit some friends. - She explained.
- Have you seen my mom? - Maria asked.
- I’m on my way there, hoping to see you too, but my wishes came true sooner, with one hell of a bonus, huh? She beamed at Michael and then looked at them back and forth. - You’re together, right? -
- Yes. - Said Michael, pulling Maria to him and quite sure of himself.
- What’s wrong with you? You’re limping? - Jenny asked him, and Michael remembered that nothing escaped her.
- Nah, I was just sprawled out on the back seat snoozing, my leg must’ve gone to sleep, that’s all. - He lied, smirking.
Jenny’s look told him she wasn’t buying it at all, but was just letting him get away with it.
- Oh shit! I have to run, I’m so short of time! - She took one of their hands in hers. - Jeez, kids, you really made my day! -
She gave Maria a serious look.
- Take care of him. He needs you. - She whispered in her ear, sure Michael could hear her.
- I know. - Maria whispered back with the same effect.
Then she turned to Michael and pulled him over to her tugging at his hand. She leant over to kiss him and he bend down to make it easier for her.
- She loves you. - She whispered against his cheek as she kissed him there.
Michael nodded, smiling and kissed her forehead. By then, some cars were still honking and most were overpassing them, yelling as they did so: “C’mon, hey!” “Go park somewhere” and “Clear the way”, but nothing offensive like they would in a big city. Jenny walked back quickly to her car, apologizing, and Michael and Maria hurried back to theirs. He crawled back in and Isabel asked him:
- Is that THE Jenny that took care of you? - Michael nodded, sighing.
They started driving again, lost in their thoughts. When they arrived, Michael backed out of the Jetta and went into the apartment with Maria and Isabel holding on to him from both sides. He stretched out on his bed with the girls sitting beside him, rubbing his back.
- Maria…- He whispered.
- Shhh, I know. - She whispered back.
- It’s true! I can’t explain it! - He told her.
- I know. - She repeated.
- Please, don’t hate me. - He moaned.
- I can’t hate you for following your instincts, Michael! - She said.
- Yeah, like you can’t hate a bird for crapping on your windshield, and you can’t hate a stray cat for messing up your trash cans cause he’s hungry and homeless, or a dog, for barking at you when you pass by the house he lives in and protects…- He scoffed, sounding totally defeated.
- Michael, you’re not an animal! I can’t judge you for what you do like I can’t judge a kid for siding with his brother or sister when they behave like jerks, or defending his mother for stealing cause she’s a junkie, or still loving his dad though he’s a drunken bastard and …- She stopped, shocked at what she had been about to say.
- Like Hank…- Michael said softly.
- Michael, he wasn’t your real father…- She whispered.
- But he was all I had…- He groaned.
Maria slid to her knees on the floor by the bed and laid her forehead on his shoulder, sobbing
- Now you have me, Michael, you have all of us. - She added, as she heard Isabel sobbing too.
- I’m calling Max. - Isabel said.
- No! Isabel, I’m ok, just sore, that’s all. If you don’t mind staying with me, I’ll be even better, but if you have something else to do, I’ll just sleep, no sweat. - He assured them, including Maria.
Both girls exchanged looks and nodded.
- We’re staying with you. - Maria told him. - But you need to sleep. -
Kyle and Jim sat quietly after Maria, Michael and Isabel left, not daring to look at each other.
- Dad, I’m being absolutely honest, I don’t understand it, it’s something about Michael. It’s not like he does anything on purpose, it’s just the way he moves, or the way he smirks, or that look in his eyes. It just screams “sex” at me, like no girl can. When I touch him, an electric jolt goes up my arm, even if it’s accidental.
- How this is going on? - Jim asked, really trying to understand.
- The attraction? For years, thought I didn’t take it like that until we got closer. Before, I thought it was just envy, because he was so much taller, because he had those perfect long legs, because all the girls were drooling after him and he didn’t give a damn about them. That time we went to Las Cruces, just before the shooting at the Crashdown, he took the ball away from me when I was playing basketball with my friends. I scuttled behind him and pulled his shorts down to make him give it back or drop it cause he was holding it away from me and there was no way I could get it back. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He reached back and grabbed me by the hair with lightning speed and covered his front with me, as he kept me off the ground eye to eye with him. He growled at Max to pull his shorts up and dropped me when he did. I had gashed his thigh with the metal comet in my wrist brace and he ripped it off me, tossed it to Max and left. Now I know it was to wash away his blood from it. I was so grateful he didn’t beat the crap out of me and I couldn’t take his gorgeous round ass away from my mind. When we returned, I found my buddies had taken revenge on their hands cowardly sumitting him by kicking his balls from behind. Then they blindfolded him, tied him up and raped him in the gym after classes.
I asked Willy how it had been, and he went: “Wow, man, so tight! We were tearing his ass up, but he just gritted his teeth and kept quiet. We never thought he was going to brave it out like that. Dammit, we wanted him screaming!” I had to stop myself from slamming my fist into his ugly face, I was so jealous! I hoped they would all be expelled, but he hadn’t been able to see them or hear them because they had been mum throughout the whole thing, all he could hear were their grunts when they were screwing him so they were safe from identification, but of course he knew who they were, but had no way of proving it. The janitor found him with a relay race stick up his ass and untied him, saying he was calling the principal and the cops, but he said it was just a prank from his buddies, and he wasn’t snitching on them, so he had to let him go. I kept having this dream where I was raping him and my friends kept protesting that they also wanted to do it. But Michael turned to look at me and said: “No! Just you!” Oh my god, I’m such a pervert! -
- I can’t say I understand you, cause it’s never happened to me, but I have to admit there’s something about that boy…- Jim was wondering.
- You see? You’ve felt it too! How can you say it’s never happened to you?- Kyle acused him.
- No Kyle, it’s not like that. I mean he’s the kind of guy whose just naturally attractive, he had this special charisma, you can’t miss him when you’re in the same room with him, like you have to look at him, to know he’s there. You know? To me it’s not sex, it’s…I don’t know…- Jim said, confused.
- That’s just what I mean, I don’t know what it is, but I can’t help what he makes me feel. It’s just like I need him and he feels it and he’s there for me, no questions asked, he just let me do to him whatever I want. I know I’m hurting him, but he just takes it, without complaining. For me. - Kyle shut his eyes, transported to his moments of pleasure with the alien boy.
- Listen Kyle, I need some time to think this out, ok. I’ve got a hell of a headache and I need an aspirin. Is there anything else that needs fixing?-
- No dad, it’s all done. -
- Ok, then let me be for a while, and oh, by the way, you’re grounded! -
Jim went to the kitchen, and Kyle turned on the TV.
- No TV either! - Jim growled. - Go ask your Buddha and I hope he has some answers, cause I don’t! -
Kyle heard him slam a door and he went quietly to his bedroom.
Chapter 133
As soon as she arrived at the Crashdown, Liz called Maria’s cell phone.
- Where are you? - She asked her.
- I just dropped Isabel home. Why? -
- You haven’t seen Michael yet? -
- No, I’m heading over to him…is he alright? - Maria asked, suddenly worried.
- Sure, he’s fine, he’s sleeping, so you should kiss him awake. I caught him doing something real nice for you. -
- Really? What? Tell me! - Maria demanded.
- I can’t, it’s a surprise, but you’ll love it. It’s in the bathroom. - Liz said and hanged up.
Maria arrived at Michael’s and rushed to the bathroom. She froze at the door, the shower was right in front of her eyes and she didn’t have much to look around for. She stared open mouthed at the tiled wall at the back, the frogs, dolphins, stars and flowers jumping out at her in a colourful display.. She clapped her hands over her mouth not to scream in delight. Not that it would have woken Michael up, but anyway, that wasn’t the way she was planning to do it. She backed away for as long as she could, and turned to the couch. Michael was asleep just like Liz had said. He lay kind of sideways, he probably had been watching TV when he started getting sleepy, and he turned it off before he completely passed out. Maria slumped to the floor by the couch and captured his mouth as her hand caressed him from his hip to his ribs and back again. He automatically kissed her back, and when she felt he seemed to be trying to say something, she backed off just enough to hear him whisper: “Maria…” Her lips went to his again muttering: “Michael, oh Michael, Michael, Michael.” She saw his eyes opening sleepily and she closed them back with kisses before returning to his mouth. This time she wasn’t letting him go. Michael rolled towards her, slithering off the couch as she straightened her legs and he straddled them, lying over her. His hands slid under her head to protect it from the hard floor. They kissed until they were choking and pulled back for a deep breath and back again, Maria’s nails raking his back. Some minutes later, she placed her hands on his cheeks and held him back. He opened his eyes and she almost drowned in the liquid honey pools.
-.I was in the bathroom…- She told him looking serious.
- Did…did you like them? - Michael said doubtfully, wincing in anticipation.
- Of course I liked them! They’re just what I wanted! Thank you, thank you, thank you! - She rambled and slid her hands back from his cheeks burying her fingers in his hair and pulling him down to her waiting mouth until they were dizzy with pleasure.
- Ok, let me up. I want to show you what I bought. - Maria said.
- Do we have time? - He asked.
- What do you mean? - She checked her watch. - Oh shit! I didn’t know it was so late! C’mon Spaceboy, we’re working tonight! -
She helped him change and pushed him over to her car.
- I’ll show you later! - She pinched him hard, as he climbed into the Jetta.
As soon as they could, Liz and Maria took a break. The girls got together in the back room and Liz took Maria’s hands in hers telling her what had happened at Michael’s. She could feel Liz was uncomfortable but she wasn’t hiding anything. Maria squeezed her hands and Liz dared raise her eyes and meet her best friend’s.
- Thank you for loving him, Liz. Of course I’m ok with it. I know you won’t do anything behind my back. - Maria smiled at her.
- But Maria…- Liz began.
- No, chica. The circumstances that led to the Enigma thing weren’t totally your fault. I’ve already told you, so leave that in the past and bury it, ok? -
Liz nodded, reassured, and squeezed Maria’s hands back.
When closing time finally came and Maria and Michael were already changed and ready to leave, Amy called in a fit of fury, demanding her daughter to get home right away. Maria looked at her cell phone with a sad look, she hadn’t been able to say a single word after her “Hi mom”.
- What was that? - Asked Liz, and Michael did the same with his eyes.
- Mom wants me home right away. From her tone, the oven is still acting up and she has a batch of pies to bake for tomorrow. - She shook her head in dismay.
- I can fix it for her. All you have to do is tell her I have experience with the ovens here and keep her away from the kitchen while I do my thing. - Michael told her.
- Oh, would you? I love you, Spaceboy! C’mon! - She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to the car.
- Where are you going? - Michael asked as he noticed they were heading towards his place instead of Maria’s.
- I need something to keep her busy while you work. - She stopped in front of his apartment and rushed in to come back with one big shopping bag.
- What about the other ones? - He knew Maria had brought three shopping bags.
- Oh those are for you. Anyway if she sees what they contain, she’ll ground me for a year! - She giggled.
- What did you buy? - She asked, mystified.
- Don’t ask, I have a surprise from the sex shop and if my mom sees that, I will become a complete orphan and will have to move in with you. - She giggled again.
Michael smirked and started fantasizing with whatever was in the bags.
When they entered the kitchen by the back door, Amy gave Michael a frigid glare.
- Michael…- She said trying to make it pass as a greeting.
- Mom, Michael has offered to fix the oven cause he’s real good at it and has had a lot of practice at the Crashdown. - Maria told her.
Amy’s expression changed completely. She started smiling but before she could utter a single word, Maria grabbed her hand and had her following her rather unwillingly to the living room.
- Maria! I want to…- She protested.
- No mom, let him work, he won’t do it right if we distract him, here let me show you…- Maria had her hooked looking at her shopping until Michael waited a prudent time not to seem suspiciously fast, and called them. Of course everything was working perfectly well, and Amy was jumping up and down like a little girl and clinging to him, kissing his cheeks and going:
- Oh Michael! Thank you, thank you, thank you! - Sounding just like Maria and looking like an older version of her. Michael couldn’t help thinking that jerk De Luca was a total idiot for having left them. He was treated to a whole cherry pie, and what he couldn’t finish eating, Amy wrapped up for him to take home. When Michael kissed Amy goodbye, she insisted on Maria driving him and just winked at them and said: “have a good time.”
Maria spent an hour giving Michael a private fashion show with her recent acquisitions, but kept a smaller shopping bag away from him, forbidding him to even take a peek cause it was a surprise for next week-end. Then they made love for another hour and decided not to incur in Amy’s wrath so Maria drove back home with Michael following her on his bike to make sure she arrived home alright. They spent the next twenty minutes saying good-bye unendingly until the light in the kitchen was turned on and Michael took off.
Michael woke up to the sound of hooting and whistling somewhere nearby and thought he had left the TV set on last night. Then he remembered he had gone straight to bed, risking a peek into Maria’s secret shopping bag, but whatever was inside was contained in a black velvet wrapping, so he just let it be. Then he had flopped on his bed and blacked out. What the hell was going on outside. He pushed up sleepily and walked out the door to find Max and Kyle on the couch watching a game. He heard female voices nearby and found Maria, Liz and Isabel in the kitchen stuffing themselves with ice cream and listening to Isabel’s latest news on Stuart.
- Michael! - He heard behind him and something rather hard smashed against his butt.
- Shit! - He said and turned to find the guys chuckling and an empty can of cherry cola on the floor. He bent down to pick it up with the intention of throwing it right back at them when he heard:
- Jesus, Michael! You’ll give us a heart attack! - From Isabel.
He realized he was buck naked so he said a hurried: “Sorry” and padded to his room to put on some shorts. When he came out, they were already making up their minds about a lunch delivery and he pulled Maria’s wrist up to his eyes and saw it was almost 1:00 pm. As they waited, he went in for a shower and he came out with a towel around his waist to get some clothes in his bedroom. Maria and Liz were crouching in a corner with the “surprise” and giggling together. When he was two steps away from them and had almost managed to get a glimpse of the secret thing, Isabel came into the room and called him. Maria and Liz turned and jumped sky high when they saw him. Maria tossed the bag into the back of his closet and cursed like a truck driver.
- Maria! - Went Liz and Isabel together, shocked by what was coming out of her mouth.
- Sorry…- Said Maria, blushing, and turned on Michael.
- Don’t you ever do that to me again! - She tried to yank the towel away from him, but Michael managed to cling to it and keep at least, his front covered.
Isabel rolled her eyes and left with Liz telling them over her shoulder that lunch was ready. Maria helped him into sweat shorts hurriedly and when they came out they found there was some pasta, some Chinese, a huge Pizza and some nondescript thing that no one wanted to take the responsibility of having ordered, but there it was. Michael came to the conclusion it was some kind of omelette and tried some, saying it was damn good, and eating the whole thing straight from the container it was in with his hands before they could stop him, escaping from them all around the place while he stuffed himself. When he let them catch him, it was too late: it was all gone and he was laughing his head off. When Maria snatched the empty container from him, she knew it was definitely from the Chinese restaurant, so she called to find out what had killed him, in case he didn’t make it. It turned out to be an innocent flounder and avalone omelette which had been jogged around a little too much to be correctly identified, that was all, and they could all rest assured they weren’t going to lose him. Kyle confessed he had not dared try it cause it looked like puke, and he was bombarded with everything they could get their hands on for grossing them out. Michael, of course napped all the rest of the afternoon with everyone taking peeks at him, not totally convinced of the information given to them by the restaurant, cause the thing looked far from harmless, but he slept peacefully until he was rudely awakened by everyone shaking him at the same time. They had him in the shower before he could accurately register what was happening and then Maria took over screaming everyone out of the bathroom, giggling, chuckling and protesting, the last being Kyle’s contribution. As they were about to leave, Maria returned hurriedly to Michael’s closet and shoved the mysterious bag in a common plastic food store one, keeping it glued to her body. When they arrived at the Crashdown, she secured it in her locker. It was a calm Sunday night, Isabel and Kyle were at the back booth and soon the three girls got together and decided to have another girls’ day next Saturday, and made Liz promise she wouldn’t chicken out too early again. They would spent some reasonable time at the mall in the morning, and then have a great time at the movies and then more chick flicks and ice cream in the evening at Isabel’s room at the Evans’. No boys allowed at all, they would rest of all male company until next day. By closing time, Amy called Maria again to remind her next day was a school day and she wanted her home right away. Maria and Michael took ages to say their goodnights on the couch of the backroom with Liz on the lookout for her father.
The whole week, they behaved like model students, Michael included to everyone’s surprise, the eraser room absolutely out of bounds because the neurotic janitor went to check it out every half hour during the whole week, so no one had a chance at it. Liz’s dad took pity on his young employees and gave them Friday and Saturday night off. Max and Isabel had promised their parents to spend a family night with them on Friday, so they had to stay home and watch videos nonstop with them. Liz and Maria had something going that evening so it was ok with them. Then Max promised his father he would help him with the neigbours’ meeting barbecue on Saturday night, since there was nothing else to do, if he would have Saturday and Sunday for himself during the daytime. Kyle was doing the same with his father that Friday, and Jim got a call from his band friends saying they had a great gig on Saturday night so they would get together in the morning and practice their heads off to be in sync for the evening. Jim had programmed that Saturday for a home fixing day with Kyle, so he asked him to stay home and do what he could as compensation for being away from home most of the time lately, plus the trip to Phoenix. Kyle said it was reasonable and promised. Of course, when he heard his father snoring, he called Max and told him he would need his help around the house next day and to get Michael too. He knew things would turn out much better with a little alien help but his father didn’t need to know. Max went to Liz’s early on Saturday before she left for the girls’ day and had a heart to heart talk with her making her agree to spend Sunday with him. She seemed tired and kept yawning but he decided not to ask since she had accepted spending next day with him and he didn’t want to give her any reason to change her mind. He drove over to Michael to drag him out of bed to help Kyle, and was surprised to find Maria leaving hurriedly looking just as tired and yawning like Liz had. Isabel came honking with Liz in Maria’s car and she hopped in as Max waved them off.
Chapter 134
Maria and Isabel were surprised when Jim Valenti called them on Sunday at about 10:30 asking them to go over because he needed their opinion on something important. Liz had left a few minutes ago with Max who, being next door, came knocking and waking them all up. They arrived at the Valenti’s and were about to ring the door when Jim yelled to them it was open. They entered the house to find him sitting on the easy chair looking quite pissed. He gestured to the couch and asked them to sit down. They did so quite intrigued.
- I am very sorry because I will have to be very blunt but I know I have to consider you adults, because you are both sexually active. - Maria’s eyes looked ready to pop out of her head when Jim continued. - Calm down Maria, your mom knows too. Can I go on? - Maria nodded just looking kind of pale. - My band, the Kit Shickers, had a juicy gig yesterday, so we spent the morning practicing, had a quick lunch and left right after to be there early and get everything ready. It wasn’t that far, just in Carlsbad. I had planned to stay home with Kyle, doing some badly needed fixing around the house, my budget being rather…well, you know, so I asked my son, to stay home and do what he could, and today I would go on with him to finish what he couldn’t. I don’t think it was too much to ask, since he’s hardly been home this last month or so, with all the stuff you kids have been going through, and he’s been away 10 days for the Spring break which I thought he deserved. So we do our thing…-
- How did it go? - Yelled Kyle from his room.
- Fine! Shut up! - Jim looked and sounded very upset. Maria and Isabel wee surprised that he wasn’t joining them. Jim continued. - And we get paid even much more than we expected. We stay until the whole thing is over, and have some coffee for breakfast to be back home as soon as possible. We stop at the doughnut place, because I know how much Kyle likes them, and I buy a whole bag of them for him in payment for his help. They drop me at the back door and I can’t wait to surprise him. I go first to the garage and see the door has been fixed, the hinge totally repaired, the cupboard has the drawers closed, so I try them and they all work fine. I turn on the light and the bulb has been changed. I enter the kitchen and the wall paper is glued back on the wall and the grease stains are gone. I leave my stuff there and I check the bathroom to see the tap is not leaking anymore, I turn on the shower and the spray is like brand new, not spewing everywhere. I’m so proud of my son, thinking the poor guy has spent the whole day slaving around the house. I go to the living room not getting why I can’t hear the sports channel on the TV, it’s 10:20am, but I hear some muttering so I suspect he’s speaking on the phone and has turned the volume down. I look around but the TV set of off and the phone is on the hook. The mutterings are coming from his room and I think: “I can’t believe it! Kyle has got himself a cell phone? But he hates the damn things!” So I tip toe over and the door is not completely closed as it looked but almost. I can see him on his knees at the foot of the bed with his head thrown back and I think: “Oh my god, he dumped Buddha and he’s back to Christianity! He’s praying!” But then I notice his mouth is not moving and I still hear what I had thought were mutterings and now seem like groans. The voice doesn’t sound like Kyle, it’s lower pitched, it sounds more like…Michael? I push the door expecting the creaking to make him turn towards me, but he has been thorough there too, and it opens quietly. And there, on the bed, belly down, stark naked and jackknifed over I don’t know what, is Michael and Kyle, my straight, responsible son is plugged into the alien boy’s butt! Now I’m the one surprised, dumb with it, and since I’m totally in mute mode, I can’t help listening. Michael starts talking clearly, confirming that what I had heard before were groans, as they had obviously just finished whatever they had been doing. He goes: “Shit Kyle, it hurts!” Then Kyle:”Sorry Michael, I shouldn’t have been so rough!” “It’s ok, dude, it hurts good, it’s just that yesterday when Max picked me up to come here to help you, he had to do his healing thing, then he gave me a quickie in the shower, then after lunch at the pool in the desert, you and him took turns on me twice each, that’s six times, man, then when he dropped us here, you had me “picking up the soap”(Jim mimicked the quotation marks with his fingers) from the shower, that’s seven. Then when you put me here to bed, you stayed with me and screwed me number eight, and this one now is nine! Hey, I’m damn sore, but Max is with Liz today and I can’t call him!” “I’ll take care of you.” and Kyle’s hands on his ass start massaging him. I’m going nuts here, thinking about you, Maria, how you’re going to freak out when you find out about this and I hear Michael mention your name, so I start listening again from where I’m frozen. Kyle is spanking Michael and saying: “C’mon, tell me, man!” And Michael goes: “Ow! Ok, but stop it!” So Kyle just massages him again and he goes on: “They did the threesome yesterday. They had got one of those things that they strap on and it was black and huge, man!” “As big as mine?” “No dude, as big as Leroy’s, you know, Hank’s nigger friend? Liz did me as I did Maria, and then the other way around, thing is they each did me twice in the end, that’s why Max had to do his thing when he came for me, I couldn’t even stand up, like now! Shit, man, Maria is going to kill me, and then she’s going after you. Better hide or leave town, and if you can’t you better learn to sing opera, you know what I mean, cause she’s going to rid you of your whole equipment to make sure it never happens again,” He chuckled ending in a gasp and winced. “Fuck, hurts even to laugh!” Just then I felt my voice had somehow come back, so I say, “Oh, I’m sure it does!” and Kyle turns and sees me and now he’s the one who’s dumb with his eyes popping out of his head. I see his fingers digging hard into Michael’s ass and he goes: “Ungh! Kyle! Go easy there! They used the belt on me too! Ohhh, you’re finally sliding out! Hey, that was cool dude, you sounded just like your fa…”- And that’s as far as he got cause he had turned over his shoulder as he spoke and seen the way Kyle was looking towards the door so he followed his eyes and met mine. He just went “Oh Shit!” and buried his face in his arms. I decide not to scream like I feel like doing and just tell them to get decent and wait until I call them and went to call you girls. I wanted Liz and Max too but their cell phones are off and they’re not home.
- They’ve decided to…- Maria started in a thread of voice.
- Bond today…- Isabel finished just as softly and shaky too.
- I guess morality has been totally scratched out of you dictionaries, huh? -
He scoffed shaking his head. - Ok then, I’ll get to them later. Ok, Kyle, Michael, come out here. You’re decent, I presume? -
They heard light footsteps coming towards them from the direction of Kyle’s bedroom. Kyle was wearing a sweat shirt and matching pants, and Michael was wearing black shorts and a t-shirt of the same colour, both indecently snug, being Kyle’s.
- Sit! - Barked Jim, and Kyle sat by the girls on the couch, but Michael just stood beside them.
- Well? - He snapped at Michael, seeing him hesitate.
- I’m kind of hurting there…you know? - He said softly.
- Sit! - Jim repeated even louder.
Michael sighed and sat not quite straight, rather sideways, wincing.
- Kyle? I’m waiting! What do you have to say for yourself? - Jim spat.
- Dad, I know this sounds stupid, but it’s not what you think…- He turned to Maria and Isabel and back to his father, meeting his eyes just for fractions of seconds, very ashamed. - I’m not gay! I swear! -
- So how would you call it? You were doing some alien probing for the sake of scientific investigation? - Jim exclaimed sarcastically.
Michael started laughing but Jim’s look shut him up.
- It’s only Michael dad, It’s…I don’t know…he sends these vibes…and I feel the need to…you know…- Kyle explained, haltingly.
- No, I don’t know! I’ve never felt anything like that for another guy, because I guess I’m normal! - Jim shouted.
- I’m sorry dad, but none of your friends or the guys you hang with are aliens. I haven’t felt this for any other guy, I swear! - Kyle was about to cry.
- What about Max? - Asked Jim.
- Nooo! Not at all! - Kyle shouted, outraged.
- Well Michael? Any reasonable explanation? - Jim glared at him.
- I can’t explain it sir, sorry. - Michael was wincing and squirming on the couch.
- Ok kid, lie down, I don’t want you passing out here! - Jim told Michael.
Michael started lying over the other three on the couch and Jim reacted.
- What are you doing? On the floor! - He yelled.
Michael scoffed and stretched out on the ground, his face on his arms. Maria got up and went to Michael, placing her hand on his shoulder. Jim stared at her, his mouth working but the words not coming out.
- C’mon Michael, I don’t like the way this is going, and you’re not feeling well, let me take you home, you should be in bed. - Isabel also went to them and the two girls helped Michael up.
- Are you girls out of your minds? Are you alright with what he is doing to you? - Jim managed to say.
- He’s not doing anything to us. We don’t like the way things are with him, but he can’t help them. He doesn’t do them to offend or to insult. Neither does Kyle. I think you two need to be alone and work it out. We have to go. We need to take care of Michael. - Isabel gave Jim a sympathetic look and wrapped her arm around Michael’s waist.
Maria didn’t look at either of the Valenti’s. She just got Michael from the other side and led him to the door.
- Bye Jim, thanks for calling us. - Said Maria without turning, as they left the house and opened the back door of the Jetta, for Michael to crawl in and stretch out the best he could.
They drove a couple of blocks in absolute silence, then Maria broke it.
- I don’t know what’s going to happen now. - She said shaking her head.
- Give him time to sort everything out. Jim’s a good person, he just needs to take it slow. He’ll be fine, you’ll see. - Isabel nodded. - Once we get with Max and Liz, they will go and talk some sense into him. If someone can, they will. -
- Isabel, this does not make any sense at all according to human standards. If my mother finds out what goes on with Michael, she’ll just shoot through the ceiling! And she’ll ground me for life if she survives the experience, Michael also banned from my life, of course! - She whined.
They drove a few more blocks quietly until they had to stop at a red light. Maria reached back and touched Michael’s hip.
- You ok? - She asked him.
- Yeah…- He whispered softly.
Maria turned over her shoulder and saw Isabel’s hand on his thigh, then the two girls’ eyes met in a deep look of mutual understanding. A car started honking behind them and they noticed that the light had changed. Maria frowned and stuck her left hand out of the window ready to give the finger to whoever had dared interrupt them and spoil the moment. She glanced into the rear mirror just in time to change the offensive gesture intended to a wave and a friendly smile. The lady sounded vaguely familiar, probably a friend of Amy’s, but definitely a nice person. Then she recognized her and her eyes popped out of her head.
- Oh my god, oh my god! It’s Jenny! Michael! It’s Jenny! - Maria opened the door and burst out of the car breaking into a run. Michael jerked up on all fours, somehow managed to zap the door open without a scratch on it, and crawled out of the car. Once completely outside, he bounced to his feet and half jogged half limped after Maria. The lady had also rushed out of her car and Isabel could see she was smallish, thin and Latin looking. As she and Maria were lost in a close embrace, Michael crashed into their sides, wrapping his arms around them and raising them off the ground. When he put them down and let go, the surprised woman exclaimed:
- Maria! Oh my god, Michael? - Both women were smiling widely while Michael’s lips wore his typical smirk.
- When did you arrive? - Maria shouted.
- Early today and I’m leaving in the evening. I’m on my way to some conferences in Phoenix for 5 days and then straight back to Buenos Aires. We’re doing fine there. I came one day before to stop in Roswell and visit some friends. - She explained.
- Have you seen my mom? - Maria asked.
- I’m on my way there, hoping to see you too, but my wishes came true sooner, with one hell of a bonus, huh? She beamed at Michael and then looked at them back and forth. - You’re together, right? -
- Yes. - Said Michael, pulling Maria to him and quite sure of himself.
- What’s wrong with you? You’re limping? - Jenny asked him, and Michael remembered that nothing escaped her.
- Nah, I was just sprawled out on the back seat snoozing, my leg must’ve gone to sleep, that’s all. - He lied, smirking.
Jenny’s look told him she wasn’t buying it at all, but was just letting him get away with it.
- Oh shit! I have to run, I’m so short of time! - She took one of their hands in hers. - Jeez, kids, you really made my day! -
She gave Maria a serious look.
- Take care of him. He needs you. - She whispered in her ear, sure Michael could hear her.
- I know. - Maria whispered back with the same effect.
Then she turned to Michael and pulled him over to her tugging at his hand. She leant over to kiss him and he bend down to make it easier for her.
- She loves you. - She whispered against his cheek as she kissed him there.
Michael nodded, smiling and kissed her forehead. By then, some cars were still honking and most were overpassing them, yelling as they did so: “C’mon, hey!” “Go park somewhere” and “Clear the way”, but nothing offensive like they would in a big city. Jenny walked back quickly to her car, apologizing, and Michael and Maria hurried back to theirs. He crawled back in and Isabel asked him:
- Is that THE Jenny that took care of you? - Michael nodded, sighing.
They started driving again, lost in their thoughts. When they arrived, Michael backed out of the Jetta and went into the apartment with Maria and Isabel holding on to him from both sides. He stretched out on his bed with the girls sitting beside him, rubbing his back.
- Maria…- He whispered.
- Shhh, I know. - She whispered back.
- It’s true! I can’t explain it! - He told her.
- I know. - She repeated.
- Please, don’t hate me. - He moaned.
- I can’t hate you for following your instincts, Michael! - She said.
- Yeah, like you can’t hate a bird for crapping on your windshield, and you can’t hate a stray cat for messing up your trash cans cause he’s hungry and homeless, or a dog, for barking at you when you pass by the house he lives in and protects…- He scoffed, sounding totally defeated.
- Michael, you’re not an animal! I can’t judge you for what you do like I can’t judge a kid for siding with his brother or sister when they behave like jerks, or defending his mother for stealing cause she’s a junkie, or still loving his dad though he’s a drunken bastard and …- She stopped, shocked at what she had been about to say.
- Like Hank…- Michael said softly.
- Michael, he wasn’t your real father…- She whispered.
- But he was all I had…- He groaned.
Maria slid to her knees on the floor by the bed and laid her forehead on his shoulder, sobbing
- Now you have me, Michael, you have all of us. - She added, as she heard Isabel sobbing too.
- I’m calling Max. - Isabel said.
- No! Isabel, I’m ok, just sore, that’s all. If you don’t mind staying with me, I’ll be even better, but if you have something else to do, I’ll just sleep, no sweat. - He assured them, including Maria.
Both girls exchanged looks and nodded.
- We’re staying with you. - Maria told him. - But you need to sleep. -
Kyle and Jim sat quietly after Maria, Michael and Isabel left, not daring to look at each other.
- Dad, I’m being absolutely honest, I don’t understand it, it’s something about Michael. It’s not like he does anything on purpose, it’s just the way he moves, or the way he smirks, or that look in his eyes. It just screams “sex” at me, like no girl can. When I touch him, an electric jolt goes up my arm, even if it’s accidental.
- How this is going on? - Jim asked, really trying to understand.
- The attraction? For years, thought I didn’t take it like that until we got closer. Before, I thought it was just envy, because he was so much taller, because he had those perfect long legs, because all the girls were drooling after him and he didn’t give a damn about them. That time we went to Las Cruces, just before the shooting at the Crashdown, he took the ball away from me when I was playing basketball with my friends. I scuttled behind him and pulled his shorts down to make him give it back or drop it cause he was holding it away from me and there was no way I could get it back. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He reached back and grabbed me by the hair with lightning speed and covered his front with me, as he kept me off the ground eye to eye with him. He growled at Max to pull his shorts up and dropped me when he did. I had gashed his thigh with the metal comet in my wrist brace and he ripped it off me, tossed it to Max and left. Now I know it was to wash away his blood from it. I was so grateful he didn’t beat the crap out of me and I couldn’t take his gorgeous round ass away from my mind. When we returned, I found my buddies had taken revenge on their hands cowardly sumitting him by kicking his balls from behind. Then they blindfolded him, tied him up and raped him in the gym after classes.
I asked Willy how it had been, and he went: “Wow, man, so tight! We were tearing his ass up, but he just gritted his teeth and kept quiet. We never thought he was going to brave it out like that. Dammit, we wanted him screaming!” I had to stop myself from slamming my fist into his ugly face, I was so jealous! I hoped they would all be expelled, but he hadn’t been able to see them or hear them because they had been mum throughout the whole thing, all he could hear were their grunts when they were screwing him so they were safe from identification, but of course he knew who they were, but had no way of proving it. The janitor found him with a relay race stick up his ass and untied him, saying he was calling the principal and the cops, but he said it was just a prank from his buddies, and he wasn’t snitching on them, so he had to let him go. I kept having this dream where I was raping him and my friends kept protesting that they also wanted to do it. But Michael turned to look at me and said: “No! Just you!” Oh my god, I’m such a pervert! -
- I can’t say I understand you, cause it’s never happened to me, but I have to admit there’s something about that boy…- Jim was wondering.
- You see? You’ve felt it too! How can you say it’s never happened to you?- Kyle acused him.
- No Kyle, it’s not like that. I mean he’s the kind of guy whose just naturally attractive, he had this special charisma, you can’t miss him when you’re in the same room with him, like you have to look at him, to know he’s there. You know? To me it’s not sex, it’s…I don’t know…- Jim said, confused.
- That’s just what I mean, I don’t know what it is, but I can’t help what he makes me feel. It’s just like I need him and he feels it and he’s there for me, no questions asked, he just let me do to him whatever I want. I know I’m hurting him, but he just takes it, without complaining. For me. - Kyle shut his eyes, transported to his moments of pleasure with the alien boy.
- Listen Kyle, I need some time to think this out, ok. I’ve got a hell of a headache and I need an aspirin. Is there anything else that needs fixing?-
- No dad, it’s all done. -
- Ok, then let me be for a while, and oh, by the way, you’re grounded! -
Jim went to the kitchen, and Kyle turned on the TV.
- No TV either! - Jim growled. - Go ask your Buddha and I hope he has some answers, cause I don’t! -
Kyle heard him slam a door and he went quietly to his bedroom.
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Sorry for a mistake, the question Jim asks Kyle before he answers him about the attraction he feels for Michael, should have been:
- How long has this been going on? -
- How long has this been going on? -
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Chapter 135
Max and Liz left the Evans’ home after 10am Sunday morning cause last night’s girl thing had ended in Isabel’s room. They drove quietly until they arrived at the desert and he told her to get down. She was surprised because it wasn’t the pod chamber he was taking her to. He had parked by some bushes and made them cover and hide the car completely. Then he walked her to the secluded pool, knowing as she followed him to the sandy beach, that she could feel Michael all over the place.
- No one will interrupt us here. Only Michael, Isabel and Kyle know of this place. - He assured her.
- Maria doesn’t? - She asked surprised.
- Probably, but I’m not aware of it, maybe she doesn’t, she hasn’t told you about it, has she? - He answered her with another question.
- No, she hasn’t. -
They sat in silence, watching the water, not knowing where to begin. Max reached over and took her hand. She turned to him so they were sitting facing each other and took his other hand.
- I’m not keeping anything from you. - She said and flashed him the wild night she had shared with Maria and Michael.
- Neither am I. - Said Max and did the same with the day before, since he arrived at Michael’s until he left them at Kyle’s.
They took their time, and after a short while, they both started talking together. They stopped, and Max took a decision.
- Ladies first. - He said with a small smile, as Liz nodded, but as she was about to start speaking, he interrupted her.
- Just one thing before you begin. I want you to know that I have no rights whatsoever over you. You’re completely free to do what you want, and to choose whom you want to be with. I only hope you will give me a chance because of what we had before. It was the best that ever happened to me. I’ll never forgive myself for having been such a jerk and spoilt it all. It shouldn’t have been that way, but I admit it was totally my fault. - He looked down at his hands, waiting for her to continue.
- Max, we have both made a lot of mistakes, taking for granted what wasn’t really there, Tess played us both with her schemes. Now that I know what she was going through, I can’t blame her because who knows what I would have done if I had been in her place. Most probably the same things she did. I know this empathy with Michael freaks you out, but it isn’t our fault. Michael is very special to me. You know about our crush, Maria’s and mine, but she has him and I’m glad for her. It’s hard to explain what I feel for Michael, originally it was some kind of infatuation, which has gradually turned into admiration. Here…- She flashed him the incident in Michael’s bathroom. - I love him for the kind of person he is, in spite of the suffering he has gone through, he’s always ready to give. That’s why I knew he wouldn’t refuse me that night of the Enigma party. I hadn’t planned it, it just happened. It’s true that I had drunk a little as I finished cleaning, but not enough to act stupid or totally plastered. Just enough to feel relaxed and uncaring, just wanting to do what I felt like, without thinking of anyone else but me, and Michael was there to indulge me. My sexual inhibitions were simply off and gave me the weirdest feelings. - She flashed him the strange scene she had been transported to with the Spartan soldiers. - If he hadn’t spoken, I’m sure I would have experienced a homosexual encounter with him as I was merged with the mentor. I was so disappointed that it didn’t happen until we did the threesome and my empathy made the rubber thing feel like part of myself. I fully understood Kyle then, and also you and your healing thing. But then when I saw Michael and Maria together, in their own private world, I realized how bad I needed to have that again in my life, someone just for me, and I had had it in you, so I decided to give you this chance if you wanted to give me another one too. - She looked down at her hands too, not sure of how he would react. Max gave them a squeeze.
- Liz, I know what the Michael vibes are like. I don’t think anyone can resist them. If I can’t, how can I judge you for going just through what I also do? It wouldn’t be fair. It’s the same for Kyle, there’s nothing he can do about it. I miss what we had too, it filled my life like Maria fills Michael’s. I was jealous of them and I almost spoiled it through my unfair advice to Michael not to meddle with humans cause I was doubtful of my bonding with you. I couldn’t believe you would actually go for it. I had no right to interfere where I wasn’t concerned but he was going much faster than I was and I couldn’t accept it. I’m glad they’re together, I really am. That four way thing we had at Michael’s the other day…-
- It was really a three way thing, it was Michael that brought me along. That’s one of the things he does that makes me love him. He really didn’t need me, neither of you did, but he was there for me, including me, when no one else did or were so in their thing to remember me. He did, though. That’s how Michael is, that’s what is so special about him. - Liz whispered.
- Yes, well, it was amazing, he was giving himself to Maria, to you and to me. Only he can do that, must be his Royal Blood, definitely. Liz, I don’t mind sharing him with you because I know you’re also ok with what I do to him. But Maria? That just blew my mind! - He exclaimed.
- Don’t underestimate her, Max. Maria is so in sync with Michael that she knows that it’s all sex to him. But the love he has for her is not shared and is hers alone. If you can accept that, they you’re alright. Yes, he loves us, but in a different way. Each one in his own special way. But to us, he’s sex on legs, we can’t help it anymore than he can. If we can live with it, then we’ll be fine, because he has proved there’s enough of him for everyone of us. God, Max, I’m thinking that if they knew at school what’s going on with us, we would be confined in a nuthouse for life! - Liz shook her head.
- No, I think they’d be so jealous, they’d do anything they could to be part of our lives. - Max scoffed, thinking how that would get him accepted by all of them.
- Yeah, they’re so sex starved…I’m sorry for them. - Her eyes softened as they locked on Max’s.
- Li, I came here with the main purpose of trying to convince you to come back to me, and to…I don’t know how to put it, to…- He didn’t know how to put it to make sure she wouldn’t reject him.
- To bond with me? - She said softly.
He just nodded, not trusting his voice.
- I know how much you enjoy the kinky stuff Michael goes for, but I…-
- It’s not your thing, I know Max, and I’m only into that with Michael. There’s no way I could do that with anyone else. -
- But would you… - Max said timidly, not daring to look up, not sure of her reaction.
- Yes Max, I’m ready to go all the way with you. - She smiled.
- Are you sure? What if you change your mind after…when it’s too late? -
- I won’t. I have also been giving it a thought a few times lately, I just needed the opportunity to make it come true, and it’s right here. -
- Liz, your empathy…it was here…Kyle and I…- Max stuttered.
- I know, I can feel it. Michael turns Kyle into an animal! Thank you for controlling him and sparing Michael from more serious damage, and for healing what you couldn’t prevent. - She gave him a smile that he hadn’t seen directed at him in some time.
- Come here…- He took her in his arms and kissed her. It was a quick one, to start slowly, in case she wanted to back out.
- I wish my lips were fuller…- He whispered, letting her know she had been feeling the difference.
- It’s you, Max, you’re not Michael. - She said, guilty of not having blocked that out from him when she knew she could. She fought to go back to that time when she fantasized with Michael’s full lips but still hadn’t kissed them.
She remembered that time Maria had told her she loved to give him milk and kiss him right after because he tasted like a baby who had just suckled. And a few nights ago, she had seen Maria do just that at the Crashdown, and when she caught her staring at them, told her to kiss Michael and taste her “baby”. She had felt shy, but Maria had easily coaxed her into it, while Michael watched the whole thing smirking and eager for her to do it. She could feel him and she complied. And yes, he tasted like a baby, it was so endearing. Then Maria kissed him again and she left before she started craving to do it again. Max’s voice brought her out of her thoughts.
- Is it ok? - She knew she had blocked him successfully. Everything would go fine then.
- Sure, I was going back to BT…- She had to laugh at Max’s baffled look.
- Before Tess…- She elaborated and Max nodded with a frown.
- Wish we could really do it. I feel bad for her, but she did mess our lives, and we didn’t need that. - Max admitted.
Liz started taking her top off but Max stopped her.
- Wait, let me do it. - He helped her do it slowly, refusing to use his powers, until all her clothes lay at her side. He waited for her to do the same for him but she was either stalling or…no, she hadn’t changed her mind.
- Should I? - Asked Max as he started undressing, and she just nodded her acceptance, but she did nothing to help him. At least she wasn’t stopping him or dressing back again.
Max lay back beside her and reached out for her.
- Ride me. - He asked her, and she slid on him.
She felt his erection against her and was turned on by the fact that Max’s cock had been inside Michael so many times. She was going to feel what he did and being on top, she felt in charge. She was a little intimidated because Max was larger than Michael, and she wasn’t into pain at all. She was glad she wasn’t a virgin, and she rubbed herself on it until she felt she was wet enough to take it. She reached down and took hold of it aiming it at her and taking it very slowly. When it was finally inside, she realized she could cope with it, if she took it just as easy. Soon, she was managing quite well, ready to pull away if Max shoved in too hard or tried anything she wasn’t up to, but he was very patient with her, and it was taking her too long to come. Max reached down and started using his finger, lubed with his saliva to stimulate her nub, and that finally got her going. The second she started coming, Max let himself go, obviously waiting for her and her delay had him almost beating her to it. It was great, but different. Maybe it was the position, but she was grateful it was different from what Michael liked, so she couldn’t compare them. The aftermath was great, but different too. While with Michael she had felt she was floating, with Max she felt she was being held there by him and it lacked the lazy relaxed feeling the taller boy gave her. Max was holding her there, Michael let her go to feel what she wished not what he wanted her to feel, in absolute freedom, not restrained and guided where Max wanted her to be. Max couldn’t help being controlling. It was his nature. They were so different…they felt so different. Michael’s cock caressed, Max’s cock possessed. When it was all over, she rose from his chest where she was crouching and felt like waking up on her desk in school where she had rarely taken a snooze, but now she had remembered she had. She missed the cuddly feeling of Michael’s body, the velvet skin with the hard muscles underneath and the silky hair. Max was too thin and wiry, his skin coarser, like his hair. She felt she was being unfair to Max and shook Michael away from her mind. He wasn’t here but Max had hinted at sharing him, so she was looking forward to it, as long as Maria was there with them. She slid off Max, in dire need to stretch her legs. She lay beside him and he pulled her to spoon his side as his hand caressed her hair and the other held her hand.
- Was it alright? Did you like it? - He asked, full of doubts.
- Yes, of course, why wouldn’t I? - She whispered back, knowing he was thinking of the differences she would certainly feel. - Shhh, just relax, it’s fine, it’s ok. -
They must have dozed off cause Max woke up with a start and Liz’s eyes opened and knew she wasn’t with Michael. There was now hiff of cotton candy, but of some slightly pungent after shave. Max…she identified as she was on the verge of jumping up, not sure what was happening. She managed to relax just in time not to startle Max and spoil the moment. Max moved Liz’s hand down to his bloating cock, and encouraged her to hold it. She wasn’t sure what he expected, so she jacked him slowly. His other hand was on her back, pushing her down and she realized he was maneuvering her to get it in her mouth. She bent her legs so she was again crouching on her knees but at his side, not over him. Once he had her where he wanted, his hand went to her core, and his fingers went into her, encouraging her juices to flow again. His hand was smaller and bonier than Michael’s and his movements were more erratic, as if he wasn’t completely sure he was doing it right. She helped him moving against them and getting what he was working at. She had about half his cock in her mouth, using her lips and tongue to please him, but he kept trying to bury it deeper in her mouth and she struggled to limit him, already about to gag. When she felt he could make it, she pulled away and sat over it again, as Max seemed to favour that position. Probably he thought he was doing what pleased her most, as it did him. Well, in this case it did. She didn’t think she could cope with Max over her, she would probably push him off and it just wouldn’t do. She didn’t want him in control, that wouldn’t work with him. How he was doing it was fine, that’s where she wanted him: under her. She set the pace again and this time she managed to come a little sooner, pulling his hand to her clit as soon as he was inside her. The second time she came, she felt him there with her, and she thought it would work, because now she knew for sure what to expect and how, and she was ok with it. They dozed again, in Max’s kind of aftermath and woke up craving for food.
Max and Liz left the Evans’ home after 10am Sunday morning cause last night’s girl thing had ended in Isabel’s room. They drove quietly until they arrived at the desert and he told her to get down. She was surprised because it wasn’t the pod chamber he was taking her to. He had parked by some bushes and made them cover and hide the car completely. Then he walked her to the secluded pool, knowing as she followed him to the sandy beach, that she could feel Michael all over the place.
- No one will interrupt us here. Only Michael, Isabel and Kyle know of this place. - He assured her.
- Maria doesn’t? - She asked surprised.
- Probably, but I’m not aware of it, maybe she doesn’t, she hasn’t told you about it, has she? - He answered her with another question.
- No, she hasn’t. -
They sat in silence, watching the water, not knowing where to begin. Max reached over and took her hand. She turned to him so they were sitting facing each other and took his other hand.
- I’m not keeping anything from you. - She said and flashed him the wild night she had shared with Maria and Michael.
- Neither am I. - Said Max and did the same with the day before, since he arrived at Michael’s until he left them at Kyle’s.
They took their time, and after a short while, they both started talking together. They stopped, and Max took a decision.
- Ladies first. - He said with a small smile, as Liz nodded, but as she was about to start speaking, he interrupted her.
- Just one thing before you begin. I want you to know that I have no rights whatsoever over you. You’re completely free to do what you want, and to choose whom you want to be with. I only hope you will give me a chance because of what we had before. It was the best that ever happened to me. I’ll never forgive myself for having been such a jerk and spoilt it all. It shouldn’t have been that way, but I admit it was totally my fault. - He looked down at his hands, waiting for her to continue.
- Max, we have both made a lot of mistakes, taking for granted what wasn’t really there, Tess played us both with her schemes. Now that I know what she was going through, I can’t blame her because who knows what I would have done if I had been in her place. Most probably the same things she did. I know this empathy with Michael freaks you out, but it isn’t our fault. Michael is very special to me. You know about our crush, Maria’s and mine, but she has him and I’m glad for her. It’s hard to explain what I feel for Michael, originally it was some kind of infatuation, which has gradually turned into admiration. Here…- She flashed him the incident in Michael’s bathroom. - I love him for the kind of person he is, in spite of the suffering he has gone through, he’s always ready to give. That’s why I knew he wouldn’t refuse me that night of the Enigma party. I hadn’t planned it, it just happened. It’s true that I had drunk a little as I finished cleaning, but not enough to act stupid or totally plastered. Just enough to feel relaxed and uncaring, just wanting to do what I felt like, without thinking of anyone else but me, and Michael was there to indulge me. My sexual inhibitions were simply off and gave me the weirdest feelings. - She flashed him the strange scene she had been transported to with the Spartan soldiers. - If he hadn’t spoken, I’m sure I would have experienced a homosexual encounter with him as I was merged with the mentor. I was so disappointed that it didn’t happen until we did the threesome and my empathy made the rubber thing feel like part of myself. I fully understood Kyle then, and also you and your healing thing. But then when I saw Michael and Maria together, in their own private world, I realized how bad I needed to have that again in my life, someone just for me, and I had had it in you, so I decided to give you this chance if you wanted to give me another one too. - She looked down at her hands too, not sure of how he would react. Max gave them a squeeze.
- Liz, I know what the Michael vibes are like. I don’t think anyone can resist them. If I can’t, how can I judge you for going just through what I also do? It wouldn’t be fair. It’s the same for Kyle, there’s nothing he can do about it. I miss what we had too, it filled my life like Maria fills Michael’s. I was jealous of them and I almost spoiled it through my unfair advice to Michael not to meddle with humans cause I was doubtful of my bonding with you. I couldn’t believe you would actually go for it. I had no right to interfere where I wasn’t concerned but he was going much faster than I was and I couldn’t accept it. I’m glad they’re together, I really am. That four way thing we had at Michael’s the other day…-
- It was really a three way thing, it was Michael that brought me along. That’s one of the things he does that makes me love him. He really didn’t need me, neither of you did, but he was there for me, including me, when no one else did or were so in their thing to remember me. He did, though. That’s how Michael is, that’s what is so special about him. - Liz whispered.
- Yes, well, it was amazing, he was giving himself to Maria, to you and to me. Only he can do that, must be his Royal Blood, definitely. Liz, I don’t mind sharing him with you because I know you’re also ok with what I do to him. But Maria? That just blew my mind! - He exclaimed.
- Don’t underestimate her, Max. Maria is so in sync with Michael that she knows that it’s all sex to him. But the love he has for her is not shared and is hers alone. If you can accept that, they you’re alright. Yes, he loves us, but in a different way. Each one in his own special way. But to us, he’s sex on legs, we can’t help it anymore than he can. If we can live with it, then we’ll be fine, because he has proved there’s enough of him for everyone of us. God, Max, I’m thinking that if they knew at school what’s going on with us, we would be confined in a nuthouse for life! - Liz shook her head.
- No, I think they’d be so jealous, they’d do anything they could to be part of our lives. - Max scoffed, thinking how that would get him accepted by all of them.
- Yeah, they’re so sex starved…I’m sorry for them. - Her eyes softened as they locked on Max’s.
- Li, I came here with the main purpose of trying to convince you to come back to me, and to…I don’t know how to put it, to…- He didn’t know how to put it to make sure she wouldn’t reject him.
- To bond with me? - She said softly.
He just nodded, not trusting his voice.
- I know how much you enjoy the kinky stuff Michael goes for, but I…-
- It’s not your thing, I know Max, and I’m only into that with Michael. There’s no way I could do that with anyone else. -
- But would you… - Max said timidly, not daring to look up, not sure of her reaction.
- Yes Max, I’m ready to go all the way with you. - She smiled.
- Are you sure? What if you change your mind after…when it’s too late? -
- I won’t. I have also been giving it a thought a few times lately, I just needed the opportunity to make it come true, and it’s right here. -
- Liz, your empathy…it was here…Kyle and I…- Max stuttered.
- I know, I can feel it. Michael turns Kyle into an animal! Thank you for controlling him and sparing Michael from more serious damage, and for healing what you couldn’t prevent. - She gave him a smile that he hadn’t seen directed at him in some time.
- Come here…- He took her in his arms and kissed her. It was a quick one, to start slowly, in case she wanted to back out.
- I wish my lips were fuller…- He whispered, letting her know she had been feeling the difference.
- It’s you, Max, you’re not Michael. - She said, guilty of not having blocked that out from him when she knew she could. She fought to go back to that time when she fantasized with Michael’s full lips but still hadn’t kissed them.
She remembered that time Maria had told her she loved to give him milk and kiss him right after because he tasted like a baby who had just suckled. And a few nights ago, she had seen Maria do just that at the Crashdown, and when she caught her staring at them, told her to kiss Michael and taste her “baby”. She had felt shy, but Maria had easily coaxed her into it, while Michael watched the whole thing smirking and eager for her to do it. She could feel him and she complied. And yes, he tasted like a baby, it was so endearing. Then Maria kissed him again and she left before she started craving to do it again. Max’s voice brought her out of her thoughts.
- Is it ok? - She knew she had blocked him successfully. Everything would go fine then.
- Sure, I was going back to BT…- She had to laugh at Max’s baffled look.
- Before Tess…- She elaborated and Max nodded with a frown.
- Wish we could really do it. I feel bad for her, but she did mess our lives, and we didn’t need that. - Max admitted.
Liz started taking her top off but Max stopped her.
- Wait, let me do it. - He helped her do it slowly, refusing to use his powers, until all her clothes lay at her side. He waited for her to do the same for him but she was either stalling or…no, she hadn’t changed her mind.
- Should I? - Asked Max as he started undressing, and she just nodded her acceptance, but she did nothing to help him. At least she wasn’t stopping him or dressing back again.
Max lay back beside her and reached out for her.
- Ride me. - He asked her, and she slid on him.
She felt his erection against her and was turned on by the fact that Max’s cock had been inside Michael so many times. She was going to feel what he did and being on top, she felt in charge. She was a little intimidated because Max was larger than Michael, and she wasn’t into pain at all. She was glad she wasn’t a virgin, and she rubbed herself on it until she felt she was wet enough to take it. She reached down and took hold of it aiming it at her and taking it very slowly. When it was finally inside, she realized she could cope with it, if she took it just as easy. Soon, she was managing quite well, ready to pull away if Max shoved in too hard or tried anything she wasn’t up to, but he was very patient with her, and it was taking her too long to come. Max reached down and started using his finger, lubed with his saliva to stimulate her nub, and that finally got her going. The second she started coming, Max let himself go, obviously waiting for her and her delay had him almost beating her to it. It was great, but different. Maybe it was the position, but she was grateful it was different from what Michael liked, so she couldn’t compare them. The aftermath was great, but different too. While with Michael she had felt she was floating, with Max she felt she was being held there by him and it lacked the lazy relaxed feeling the taller boy gave her. Max was holding her there, Michael let her go to feel what she wished not what he wanted her to feel, in absolute freedom, not restrained and guided where Max wanted her to be. Max couldn’t help being controlling. It was his nature. They were so different…they felt so different. Michael’s cock caressed, Max’s cock possessed. When it was all over, she rose from his chest where she was crouching and felt like waking up on her desk in school where she had rarely taken a snooze, but now she had remembered she had. She missed the cuddly feeling of Michael’s body, the velvet skin with the hard muscles underneath and the silky hair. Max was too thin and wiry, his skin coarser, like his hair. She felt she was being unfair to Max and shook Michael away from her mind. He wasn’t here but Max had hinted at sharing him, so she was looking forward to it, as long as Maria was there with them. She slid off Max, in dire need to stretch her legs. She lay beside him and he pulled her to spoon his side as his hand caressed her hair and the other held her hand.
- Was it alright? Did you like it? - He asked, full of doubts.
- Yes, of course, why wouldn’t I? - She whispered back, knowing he was thinking of the differences she would certainly feel. - Shhh, just relax, it’s fine, it’s ok. -
They must have dozed off cause Max woke up with a start and Liz’s eyes opened and knew she wasn’t with Michael. There was now hiff of cotton candy, but of some slightly pungent after shave. Max…she identified as she was on the verge of jumping up, not sure what was happening. She managed to relax just in time not to startle Max and spoil the moment. Max moved Liz’s hand down to his bloating cock, and encouraged her to hold it. She wasn’t sure what he expected, so she jacked him slowly. His other hand was on her back, pushing her down and she realized he was maneuvering her to get it in her mouth. She bent her legs so she was again crouching on her knees but at his side, not over him. Once he had her where he wanted, his hand went to her core, and his fingers went into her, encouraging her juices to flow again. His hand was smaller and bonier than Michael’s and his movements were more erratic, as if he wasn’t completely sure he was doing it right. She helped him moving against them and getting what he was working at. She had about half his cock in her mouth, using her lips and tongue to please him, but he kept trying to bury it deeper in her mouth and she struggled to limit him, already about to gag. When she felt he could make it, she pulled away and sat over it again, as Max seemed to favour that position. Probably he thought he was doing what pleased her most, as it did him. Well, in this case it did. She didn’t think she could cope with Max over her, she would probably push him off and it just wouldn’t do. She didn’t want him in control, that wouldn’t work with him. How he was doing it was fine, that’s where she wanted him: under her. She set the pace again and this time she managed to come a little sooner, pulling his hand to her clit as soon as he was inside her. The second time she came, she felt him there with her, and she thought it would work, because now she knew for sure what to expect and how, and she was ok with it. They dozed again, in Max’s kind of aftermath and woke up craving for food.
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Chapter 136
It had gone pretty well and neither Max nor Liz wanted to overdo it. They got dressed and started out of pool. Max walked in front with Liz’s hand possessively in his. Liz was trying to get her thoughts together and couldn’t feel free to do so with the forced connection. She pretended to trip and took the opportunity to let go of Max’s hand. Apparently Max bought it or realized she needed some time to herself so he let her be. Yesterday she had forced herself to focus completely in their girls’ thing that she had only got little nudges from her empathy to let her know Michael was having sex several times that day and night. She could identify accurately Max and Kyle, Max only in the late morning, then Kyle only in the evening and just when they were leaving today. Michael was dealing alright and she sensed no urgency, and then once on the road with Max, she totally focused on him and set the nudges on hold. Now as she let go, she started feeling some uneasiness and somehow Jim had something to do with it. Then a person she didn’t know gave them a pleasant unexpected moment. Then she sensed restlessness from Michael but Maria and Isabel were with him and soon he started relaxing. He was asleep now. Still nothing felt that urgent and she turned her full focus back to Max. They arrived at the car and decided on a very late lunch since it was just over 2pm, and they found this country style diner they had passed by several times but never stopped. It was a family kind of place cause it was full of kids and had an awesome playground. Liz couldn’t help wondering if she would ever have a normal family, if she would eventually be able to have kids with Max. She found it hard to imagine Michael and Maria with kids, Maria was a screamer and Michael would definitely be a spoiler, and that could be a big problem. She scoffed and smiled.
- Penny for your thoughts. - Max sounded like her father.
- Penny? No way sir! It’s the 21st century! Nothing less than ten bucks! - She giggled.
- Well, ok if you think they’re worth it…- Max joked along. - Is everything ok? -
- There’s been some kind of hang up with Jim, but it’s over now, Kyle is home, they’re cool. Michael is with Maria and Isabel, they’ve met someone they really appreciate. They’re at Michael’s now. He was kind of restless but somehow they’ve managed to get him to relax and he’s sleeping now. I get some rather fuzzy vibes with Stuart and a woman I can’t quite place. But it’s all ok. They don’t need us. - Liz nodded looking smug.
- Does a weather report go with it? - Max asked looking silly.
Liz grabbed a plastic spoon and tossed it at his head, and they both ended giggling. The food was quite good, and after humouring Liz and letting her sit on a swing for a reasonable time, until they started getting frowns from the kids that were waiting for it, they decided it was time to go. Liz kept going for Michael, a little worried in spite of the soft vibes she got back every time, so they drove straight over to his place. The Jetta was parked outside and as they went in, they found Maria and Isabel snuggled on the couch, one on each end enjoying an old movie. They sent them welcome smiles and turned off the tube. Liz sat between the two girls and Max pulled the easy chair over.
- How are you guys? - Asked Maria with a little tense smile.
- Oh great. You won’t believe where we had lunch! At the “Geek Grove”! And it was fine, honest! Surprisingly good, I even managed to get a swing all to myself until the kids started getting pissed and about to attack me, so we thought that was it. - She chuckled. - Ok, I’ve had my empathy thing on hold, but I still got a few weird nudges. What has been going on? -
- Ok, we’ll brief you guys…- Isabel reached out and made the circle.
Max and Liz saw the incident at the Valenti’s and the one with Jenny. Then they saw them arrive at Michael’s and he was very upset about Jim being pissed at him and thinking they shouldn’t have left Kyle to face Jim alone, he felt bad at having caused a problem between them because he thought Jim was a great person. Isabel and Maria kept telling him not to worry, that Jim and Kyle were father and son and they would work it out just fine, but they needed some time alone to come to terms and that’s what they were giving them. They told him to calm down and made him lie down and rubbed him down until he fell asleep, but he was very restless, and he was mumbling and tossing and of course wouldn’t wake up. He felt a little hot but they checked and it was just a touch of fever, nothing alarming. Still, Maria was getting real jittery and right then Stuart called Isabel on his lunch break. After some small talk, saying he had spoken to Laurie and they were having lunch next day so when he called her she would talk to her too, Isabel told Stuart what had happened. Stuart asked her if there was nothing she could do, but she said he was all worked up and he seemed to be blocking her out. She told him Max wasn’t there so he simply preferred not to ask and suggested to give him a sedative to make sure he got the rest he needed. Liz would have no problems giving it to him. So Isabel told him she and Max were on the bonding thing, their cell phones probably off, and he chuckled. He told her he thought he could fix something and then asked her if Maria was there. Isabel said yes, of course, she was very worried. So he said: “uh oh, I was thinking of calling Susan and asking her to go over and do it for him, but now with Maria there…” Isabel told him to do it and she would take care of THAT problem. She talked to Maria and convinced her it was for the best, and Michael needed it, so if she wasn’t up to it, she could go take a drive and she would call her as soon as Susan left. But Maria decided she was cool with it, and when Susan came, she miraculously behaved almost nicely. Susan was very gentle and caring with Michael, Stuart had told her to give him a big dose, dividing the infiltration into three smaller doses on both sides cause he had problems with absorption, and that had worked for him. Michael moaned, writhed and winced, half awaking several times with Susan’s voice crooning soothingly to him. Then she gave him a quick massage telling the girls to keep it up for a while and gave them her pager and cell phone in case they needed anything anytime. She was in a hurry cause she was short of time, supposedly having lunch at the hospital’s cafeteria, so Maria raced to the kitchen to bring her a Snapple and asked Isabel to get her a slice of Pizza. Isabel heated it nicely in the kitchen and gave it to Susan in one of the empty waxed containers from the Chinese delivery. Susan thanked them and rushed off. They massaged him for almost half an hour until he finally started relaxing and sleeping peacefully. So the Valenti issue turned out to have Maria making her peace with Susan, and at least something good came out of it. They all went to the bedroom to find Michael was fast asleep and then the doorbell was ringing. Isabel went to open the door and found the Valenti’s standing there looking contrite.
- I need to speak to Michael. - Said Jim, very calm now, and Kyle silly grin told them everything was ok.
Isabel had them come in and while Maria and Liz went to the kitchen to get everybody a well deserved helping of icecream, Isabel briefed them of what had happened after they left their house. Jim sat there upset, shaking his head as Max and Isabel moved closer to him and placed their hands on his arms.
- Don’t blame yourself, Jim. Michael’s like that, he doesn’t mean any harm, usually it’s him who gets mostly hurt, at least where the physical part is concerned, and someone is bound to get pissed at him. - Max explained.
- He hates to have upset you, he respects you very much. - Isabel told him.
Jim got up and went to Michael’s room to find Kyle was already there, rubbing his sore butt. He blushed and pulled his hand away when he saw his father looking at him, but Jim just nodded and sat on the bed beside the sleeping boy. To everyone’s surprise, he started rubbing Michael and arched his eyebrows at Kyle.
- Well, he’s hurting, isn’t him? He needs a massage. - And Kyle smiled at his father and went on, on his side. Max sat by Michael’s shoulder and Isabel came in and froze at the door in total surprise at what she saw. Max just nodded and smiled. She gave Max one of the dishes and she took the other one, sitting at Michael’s other shoulder. Amazingly, Kyle’s and Jim’s actions were those of a brother and a father taking care of a hurt sibling and son. Max and Isabel were moved and Liz interrupted her chat with Maria to feel the vibes and tell her best friend about them, so they were as moved as their friends at the bedroom. Michael would whimper, and squirm every now and then and the improvised masseurs would go even gentler and turn to look at his face. They breathed relieved when he calmed down and stopped wincing.
Maria captured Liz in the kitchen to know what had gone on to the smallest detail and got so lost in it that Isabel came and got the icecream for Kyle and Jim, meaning to return for hers and Max’s. Liz was telling Maria all about her bonding when Liz was surprised by Michael’s pleasant vibes as he felt Jim and Kyle’s hands on him soothing his pain with such love and concern that the effect it had on him was more effective than any drug that could be injected into his body. Liz just wished that they had come earlier.
Maria held her hands and shook her head at Liz’s sad look.
- I’m sorry, we thought we were doing the best for him, there was no way we could know they would come. - Maria also had a sad look.
- I know, it’s ok. I’m glad they have made him feel better. - Liz reassured her.
- So you’re with Max again now, the real thing, soul mates? - Maria said, beginning to smile again.
- We’re getting there, but just like Jim with Kyle, we have to give it some time. - Liz observed. - I don’t think we’ll be that fast, but it’s going ok. -
- I’m so glad! Everything is falling back into place. I’m sure Jim will be sheriff again soon, and I saw Kyle giving the eye to Laurie…- Maria rambled on.
- Maria! You’re turning into a match maker! Let them be! - Liz giggled.
- Somebody threatened us with ice cream! - Said Jim grinning, as he entered the kitchen. Liz rushed to get him and Kyle who was right behind him, a heaping bowl each, fishing in a drawer for the spoons.
- Is everything ok? - Asked Liz, tentatively.
- Well, kind of. I’m not totally ok with it, but there’s a lot of stuff I’m not totally ok with, and have to live with it. So I guess I’ll deal, though I can’t say I will eventually understand it. What’s important right now, is that Michael is ok, there’s no doubts it just about kills him to upset any of us, whom he considers practically family, and in spite of all, I love him as a son, he’s a great kid. - Jim looked down and scooped some ice cream into his mouth.
- I feel very responsible too, Michael was just being there for me, I wasn’t thinking straight cause I was just after my sick needs. I’m so sorry. - Kyle started eating his ice cream too, as if it were the cure for all evils. Then both Valentis were aware of everyone’s eyes on them, watching them stuff themselves and looked up, self conscious.
- What? - Said Kyle with his mouth full.
- Kyle! - Went the girls and started giggling.
- Someone will have to cover for Michael cause he was supposed to be working tonight and he won’t be able to make it. - Liz said, concerned.
- I flip a mean burger, right dad? - Said Kyle, who had thankfully swallowed before speaking this time.
- Ok, you’re on…you’ll be the cook for tonight. - Liz accepted him.
Kyle nodded, satisfied.
- Someone will have to stay with Michael, cause you girls are both working the shift too and I’m sure Max will be back at his booth at the Crashdown until closing time, at least. - All eyes went to Max, Liz’s included and he blushed a deep red. - So I guess I will stay with him, ok Maria? -
- Of course, Isabel, he’s in the best hands ever. - She smiled back at her.
They went back to the living room and Kyle turned on the TV with a reasonable volume before anyone could protest. Isabel gave them the latest on Stuart and his lunch next day with Laurie. Kyle’s attention immediately caught by Michael’s sister’s name. That threw Jim into total confusion. Kyle had liked Liz, then Isabel, he was sure he still did, now he liked Laurie and he just loved to fuck Michael? That was sooo weird. A game started and the guys just went for it, so the girl’s ended back first at the kitchen, tidying up, and then at Michael’s bedroom. They sprawled around the room and bed knowing Michael was MIA, and apart from his sleeping body, they had the room to themselves.
- Maria, can I see your new toy? - Asked Isabel, her embarrassment showing but her curiosity winning over.
- Sure! Liz, we need a lookout! - Liz raced to the door and opened it just a sliver to see them all into the tube. She jumped back when the door closed back softly and she turned to see a grinning Isabel with her palm facing in her direction. Liz went back and sat on the bed, her hand massaging Michael’s thigh and feeling his vibes of pleasure shooting up her arm.
Maria, meanwhile, dove into the closet, that was now giving her the creeps for obvious reasons, and fished the fancy black and gold bag.
- Tadaaah - She went and in one quick move, pulled the thing out and placed it over her navel, holding the straps against her hips but without fastening them.
- Oh my god! - Went Isabel, her eyes jumping out of her sockets. - Liz, didn’t you topple over when you wore that thing? - She asked seriously, and the small brunette cracked up with laughter.
- It’s very light in spite of being quite solid! - Maria explained and handed it over to Isabel.
She started reaching out automatically, and pulled her hand back right away, afraid to touch the mean looking thing.
- C’mon Isabel, it won’t bite! - Liz giggled.
- Wow! - Said Isabel, and reached out again and laid a finger on it. She frowned and gathering her courage, grabbed it.
- Shit! It feels so real! - She cried out surprised.
- The girl’s no virgin! - Teased Maria and Isabel blushed pink and grinned.
- How does it feel…using it…- She was doubtful of the verb that would go with the action.
- With my empathy, just like if it was my own. - Said Liz.
- Really? - Isabel’s jaw dropped.
- Ooohhhhh, I hate you! - Maria threw at Liz in not so mock envy.
Liz chuckled wickedly, and arched her eyebrows at them.
- You’ll just have to wait. Michael has promised to give you empathy as your power when the time comes. You’ll get there, don’t worry. - Comforted her, and Maria just nodded, full of impatience. She knelt by Michael and kissed his sleep warm cheek, and he slithered and sighed her name.
- Ooohhh, he’s dreaming with me. Right Liz? - Maria begged Liz to confirm her suspicions.
- You bet! - Said Liz, pretending to concentrate on him. Sure, Maria was on his mind, as were all the rest, male and female. He had just identified the scent and touch of Maria, when she kissed him, as he would have done with any of his friends. Liz just let Maria have her wish, as the best friend she was.
There was a discreet knock on the door and they went berserk hiding the toy in its bag and tossing it inside the closet-
- Girls, I don’t want you to be late for work…- Jim said from the other side of the door.
- It’s locked…- Isabel mouthed at them, and they breathed in relief.
- Sure, we’ll be out right away. - Liz answered, and Jim returned to the couch not wanting to think what was going on in there.
Liz went to the bed and made sure Michael was fine, and kissed his cheek getting back his smirk which told her with full clarity that she had gone through to him, with all her love.
Maria knelt on the floor by the bed and kissed first the corner of his lips to test him, and when he started turning his face to her, she captured his lips and turned it into a ful fledged French one. He didn’t mention her name this time, but he didn’t need to. Maria got up quite dizzy and followed Liz out of the room.
- Ok, we’re ready. - They told Max and Kyle who looked eager to go.
- Listen Isabel, I have at least three games to watch, one after the other and it’s the same to me to watch them here or at home, so go with your friends and have some fun. I will stay and check on Michael every few minutes and you can call anytime to make sure everything is fine. I’ll be in touch if I need you guys, ok? - Jim told her and them.
- Ok, thanks a lot Jim, but if you need to leave, just give me a ring and I’ll have Max drive me over. - Said Isabel, giving him a hug.
Jim went to the fridge and got one of the beers Kyle’s friends had left over and he had forgotten to take home the other day, and settled down comfortably on the couch. They waved goodbye to him and closed the door.
It had gone pretty well and neither Max nor Liz wanted to overdo it. They got dressed and started out of pool. Max walked in front with Liz’s hand possessively in his. Liz was trying to get her thoughts together and couldn’t feel free to do so with the forced connection. She pretended to trip and took the opportunity to let go of Max’s hand. Apparently Max bought it or realized she needed some time to herself so he let her be. Yesterday she had forced herself to focus completely in their girls’ thing that she had only got little nudges from her empathy to let her know Michael was having sex several times that day and night. She could identify accurately Max and Kyle, Max only in the late morning, then Kyle only in the evening and just when they were leaving today. Michael was dealing alright and she sensed no urgency, and then once on the road with Max, she totally focused on him and set the nudges on hold. Now as she let go, she started feeling some uneasiness and somehow Jim had something to do with it. Then a person she didn’t know gave them a pleasant unexpected moment. Then she sensed restlessness from Michael but Maria and Isabel were with him and soon he started relaxing. He was asleep now. Still nothing felt that urgent and she turned her full focus back to Max. They arrived at the car and decided on a very late lunch since it was just over 2pm, and they found this country style diner they had passed by several times but never stopped. It was a family kind of place cause it was full of kids and had an awesome playground. Liz couldn’t help wondering if she would ever have a normal family, if she would eventually be able to have kids with Max. She found it hard to imagine Michael and Maria with kids, Maria was a screamer and Michael would definitely be a spoiler, and that could be a big problem. She scoffed and smiled.
- Penny for your thoughts. - Max sounded like her father.
- Penny? No way sir! It’s the 21st century! Nothing less than ten bucks! - She giggled.
- Well, ok if you think they’re worth it…- Max joked along. - Is everything ok? -
- There’s been some kind of hang up with Jim, but it’s over now, Kyle is home, they’re cool. Michael is with Maria and Isabel, they’ve met someone they really appreciate. They’re at Michael’s now. He was kind of restless but somehow they’ve managed to get him to relax and he’s sleeping now. I get some rather fuzzy vibes with Stuart and a woman I can’t quite place. But it’s all ok. They don’t need us. - Liz nodded looking smug.
- Does a weather report go with it? - Max asked looking silly.
Liz grabbed a plastic spoon and tossed it at his head, and they both ended giggling. The food was quite good, and after humouring Liz and letting her sit on a swing for a reasonable time, until they started getting frowns from the kids that were waiting for it, they decided it was time to go. Liz kept going for Michael, a little worried in spite of the soft vibes she got back every time, so they drove straight over to his place. The Jetta was parked outside and as they went in, they found Maria and Isabel snuggled on the couch, one on each end enjoying an old movie. They sent them welcome smiles and turned off the tube. Liz sat between the two girls and Max pulled the easy chair over.
- How are you guys? - Asked Maria with a little tense smile.
- Oh great. You won’t believe where we had lunch! At the “Geek Grove”! And it was fine, honest! Surprisingly good, I even managed to get a swing all to myself until the kids started getting pissed and about to attack me, so we thought that was it. - She chuckled. - Ok, I’ve had my empathy thing on hold, but I still got a few weird nudges. What has been going on? -
- Ok, we’ll brief you guys…- Isabel reached out and made the circle.
Max and Liz saw the incident at the Valenti’s and the one with Jenny. Then they saw them arrive at Michael’s and he was very upset about Jim being pissed at him and thinking they shouldn’t have left Kyle to face Jim alone, he felt bad at having caused a problem between them because he thought Jim was a great person. Isabel and Maria kept telling him not to worry, that Jim and Kyle were father and son and they would work it out just fine, but they needed some time alone to come to terms and that’s what they were giving them. They told him to calm down and made him lie down and rubbed him down until he fell asleep, but he was very restless, and he was mumbling and tossing and of course wouldn’t wake up. He felt a little hot but they checked and it was just a touch of fever, nothing alarming. Still, Maria was getting real jittery and right then Stuart called Isabel on his lunch break. After some small talk, saying he had spoken to Laurie and they were having lunch next day so when he called her she would talk to her too, Isabel told Stuart what had happened. Stuart asked her if there was nothing she could do, but she said he was all worked up and he seemed to be blocking her out. She told him Max wasn’t there so he simply preferred not to ask and suggested to give him a sedative to make sure he got the rest he needed. Liz would have no problems giving it to him. So Isabel told him she and Max were on the bonding thing, their cell phones probably off, and he chuckled. He told her he thought he could fix something and then asked her if Maria was there. Isabel said yes, of course, she was very worried. So he said: “uh oh, I was thinking of calling Susan and asking her to go over and do it for him, but now with Maria there…” Isabel told him to do it and she would take care of THAT problem. She talked to Maria and convinced her it was for the best, and Michael needed it, so if she wasn’t up to it, she could go take a drive and she would call her as soon as Susan left. But Maria decided she was cool with it, and when Susan came, she miraculously behaved almost nicely. Susan was very gentle and caring with Michael, Stuart had told her to give him a big dose, dividing the infiltration into three smaller doses on both sides cause he had problems with absorption, and that had worked for him. Michael moaned, writhed and winced, half awaking several times with Susan’s voice crooning soothingly to him. Then she gave him a quick massage telling the girls to keep it up for a while and gave them her pager and cell phone in case they needed anything anytime. She was in a hurry cause she was short of time, supposedly having lunch at the hospital’s cafeteria, so Maria raced to the kitchen to bring her a Snapple and asked Isabel to get her a slice of Pizza. Isabel heated it nicely in the kitchen and gave it to Susan in one of the empty waxed containers from the Chinese delivery. Susan thanked them and rushed off. They massaged him for almost half an hour until he finally started relaxing and sleeping peacefully. So the Valenti issue turned out to have Maria making her peace with Susan, and at least something good came out of it. They all went to the bedroom to find Michael was fast asleep and then the doorbell was ringing. Isabel went to open the door and found the Valenti’s standing there looking contrite.
- I need to speak to Michael. - Said Jim, very calm now, and Kyle silly grin told them everything was ok.
Isabel had them come in and while Maria and Liz went to the kitchen to get everybody a well deserved helping of icecream, Isabel briefed them of what had happened after they left their house. Jim sat there upset, shaking his head as Max and Isabel moved closer to him and placed their hands on his arms.
- Don’t blame yourself, Jim. Michael’s like that, he doesn’t mean any harm, usually it’s him who gets mostly hurt, at least where the physical part is concerned, and someone is bound to get pissed at him. - Max explained.
- He hates to have upset you, he respects you very much. - Isabel told him.
Jim got up and went to Michael’s room to find Kyle was already there, rubbing his sore butt. He blushed and pulled his hand away when he saw his father looking at him, but Jim just nodded and sat on the bed beside the sleeping boy. To everyone’s surprise, he started rubbing Michael and arched his eyebrows at Kyle.
- Well, he’s hurting, isn’t him? He needs a massage. - And Kyle smiled at his father and went on, on his side. Max sat by Michael’s shoulder and Isabel came in and froze at the door in total surprise at what she saw. Max just nodded and smiled. She gave Max one of the dishes and she took the other one, sitting at Michael’s other shoulder. Amazingly, Kyle’s and Jim’s actions were those of a brother and a father taking care of a hurt sibling and son. Max and Isabel were moved and Liz interrupted her chat with Maria to feel the vibes and tell her best friend about them, so they were as moved as their friends at the bedroom. Michael would whimper, and squirm every now and then and the improvised masseurs would go even gentler and turn to look at his face. They breathed relieved when he calmed down and stopped wincing.
Maria captured Liz in the kitchen to know what had gone on to the smallest detail and got so lost in it that Isabel came and got the icecream for Kyle and Jim, meaning to return for hers and Max’s. Liz was telling Maria all about her bonding when Liz was surprised by Michael’s pleasant vibes as he felt Jim and Kyle’s hands on him soothing his pain with such love and concern that the effect it had on him was more effective than any drug that could be injected into his body. Liz just wished that they had come earlier.
Maria held her hands and shook her head at Liz’s sad look.
- I’m sorry, we thought we were doing the best for him, there was no way we could know they would come. - Maria also had a sad look.
- I know, it’s ok. I’m glad they have made him feel better. - Liz reassured her.
- So you’re with Max again now, the real thing, soul mates? - Maria said, beginning to smile again.
- We’re getting there, but just like Jim with Kyle, we have to give it some time. - Liz observed. - I don’t think we’ll be that fast, but it’s going ok. -
- I’m so glad! Everything is falling back into place. I’m sure Jim will be sheriff again soon, and I saw Kyle giving the eye to Laurie…- Maria rambled on.
- Maria! You’re turning into a match maker! Let them be! - Liz giggled.
- Somebody threatened us with ice cream! - Said Jim grinning, as he entered the kitchen. Liz rushed to get him and Kyle who was right behind him, a heaping bowl each, fishing in a drawer for the spoons.
- Is everything ok? - Asked Liz, tentatively.
- Well, kind of. I’m not totally ok with it, but there’s a lot of stuff I’m not totally ok with, and have to live with it. So I guess I’ll deal, though I can’t say I will eventually understand it. What’s important right now, is that Michael is ok, there’s no doubts it just about kills him to upset any of us, whom he considers practically family, and in spite of all, I love him as a son, he’s a great kid. - Jim looked down and scooped some ice cream into his mouth.
- I feel very responsible too, Michael was just being there for me, I wasn’t thinking straight cause I was just after my sick needs. I’m so sorry. - Kyle started eating his ice cream too, as if it were the cure for all evils. Then both Valentis were aware of everyone’s eyes on them, watching them stuff themselves and looked up, self conscious.
- What? - Said Kyle with his mouth full.
- Kyle! - Went the girls and started giggling.
- Someone will have to cover for Michael cause he was supposed to be working tonight and he won’t be able to make it. - Liz said, concerned.
- I flip a mean burger, right dad? - Said Kyle, who had thankfully swallowed before speaking this time.
- Ok, you’re on…you’ll be the cook for tonight. - Liz accepted him.
Kyle nodded, satisfied.
- Someone will have to stay with Michael, cause you girls are both working the shift too and I’m sure Max will be back at his booth at the Crashdown until closing time, at least. - All eyes went to Max, Liz’s included and he blushed a deep red. - So I guess I will stay with him, ok Maria? -
- Of course, Isabel, he’s in the best hands ever. - She smiled back at her.
They went back to the living room and Kyle turned on the TV with a reasonable volume before anyone could protest. Isabel gave them the latest on Stuart and his lunch next day with Laurie. Kyle’s attention immediately caught by Michael’s sister’s name. That threw Jim into total confusion. Kyle had liked Liz, then Isabel, he was sure he still did, now he liked Laurie and he just loved to fuck Michael? That was sooo weird. A game started and the guys just went for it, so the girl’s ended back first at the kitchen, tidying up, and then at Michael’s bedroom. They sprawled around the room and bed knowing Michael was MIA, and apart from his sleeping body, they had the room to themselves.
- Maria, can I see your new toy? - Asked Isabel, her embarrassment showing but her curiosity winning over.
- Sure! Liz, we need a lookout! - Liz raced to the door and opened it just a sliver to see them all into the tube. She jumped back when the door closed back softly and she turned to see a grinning Isabel with her palm facing in her direction. Liz went back and sat on the bed, her hand massaging Michael’s thigh and feeling his vibes of pleasure shooting up her arm.
Maria, meanwhile, dove into the closet, that was now giving her the creeps for obvious reasons, and fished the fancy black and gold bag.
- Tadaaah - She went and in one quick move, pulled the thing out and placed it over her navel, holding the straps against her hips but without fastening them.
- Oh my god! - Went Isabel, her eyes jumping out of her sockets. - Liz, didn’t you topple over when you wore that thing? - She asked seriously, and the small brunette cracked up with laughter.
- It’s very light in spite of being quite solid! - Maria explained and handed it over to Isabel.
She started reaching out automatically, and pulled her hand back right away, afraid to touch the mean looking thing.
- C’mon Isabel, it won’t bite! - Liz giggled.
- Wow! - Said Isabel, and reached out again and laid a finger on it. She frowned and gathering her courage, grabbed it.
- Shit! It feels so real! - She cried out surprised.
- The girl’s no virgin! - Teased Maria and Isabel blushed pink and grinned.
- How does it feel…using it…- She was doubtful of the verb that would go with the action.
- With my empathy, just like if it was my own. - Said Liz.
- Really? - Isabel’s jaw dropped.
- Ooohhhhh, I hate you! - Maria threw at Liz in not so mock envy.
Liz chuckled wickedly, and arched her eyebrows at them.
- You’ll just have to wait. Michael has promised to give you empathy as your power when the time comes. You’ll get there, don’t worry. - Comforted her, and Maria just nodded, full of impatience. She knelt by Michael and kissed his sleep warm cheek, and he slithered and sighed her name.
- Ooohhh, he’s dreaming with me. Right Liz? - Maria begged Liz to confirm her suspicions.
- You bet! - Said Liz, pretending to concentrate on him. Sure, Maria was on his mind, as were all the rest, male and female. He had just identified the scent and touch of Maria, when she kissed him, as he would have done with any of his friends. Liz just let Maria have her wish, as the best friend she was.
There was a discreet knock on the door and they went berserk hiding the toy in its bag and tossing it inside the closet-
- Girls, I don’t want you to be late for work…- Jim said from the other side of the door.
- It’s locked…- Isabel mouthed at them, and they breathed in relief.
- Sure, we’ll be out right away. - Liz answered, and Jim returned to the couch not wanting to think what was going on in there.
Liz went to the bed and made sure Michael was fine, and kissed his cheek getting back his smirk which told her with full clarity that she had gone through to him, with all her love.
Maria knelt on the floor by the bed and kissed first the corner of his lips to test him, and when he started turning his face to her, she captured his lips and turned it into a ful fledged French one. He didn’t mention her name this time, but he didn’t need to. Maria got up quite dizzy and followed Liz out of the room.
- Ok, we’re ready. - They told Max and Kyle who looked eager to go.
- Listen Isabel, I have at least three games to watch, one after the other and it’s the same to me to watch them here or at home, so go with your friends and have some fun. I will stay and check on Michael every few minutes and you can call anytime to make sure everything is fine. I’ll be in touch if I need you guys, ok? - Jim told her and them.
- Ok, thanks a lot Jim, but if you need to leave, just give me a ring and I’ll have Max drive me over. - Said Isabel, giving him a hug.
Jim went to the fridge and got one of the beers Kyle’s friends had left over and he had forgotten to take home the other day, and settled down comfortably on the couch. They waved goodbye to him and closed the door.
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the martyr of antar
Chapter 137
In spite of all the teasing, Kyle was doing alright, he wasn’t as fast as Michael was, but he wasn’t alien either, at least not yet. Isabel was helping Liz and Maria but mostly Kyle and Max was just bossing everyone around and having a lot of fun.
Jim watched his games and checked on Michael everytime the commercials hit the tube. The kid was doing ok. Each time he went to the bedroom, he found him fast asleep. He was still wearing the sleeveless black t-shirt and matching shorts that belonged to Kyle and they were very tight on him, being much larger than his son. He was about to return, when he heard the charity commercial that took an extra 5 minutes and that they kept running everyday at this time. He just wasn’t up to it, so he sat by the bed and rubbed Michael’s back. The boy snuggled against the bed and smiled.
- Jim…- He sighed.
- Yes kid, I’m here, you just rest, we’ll just have to have a chat, the two of us, and see what comes out of it, huh? - Jim was surprised how he had recognized him even if he was asleep.
- Hurts…- Michael moaned and winced.
- Of course it hurts, Maria and Isabel said you had six needles into you, three on each side. And I don’t even want to remember Kyle’s contribution cause there’s nothing I can do about that…Here, let me rub you. - He slid further down so he was sitting by his thigh, and reached over and rubbed his butt with both hands.
The boy was squirming under his hands, no doubts he was sore, but the heat of his hands and the massage would ease his pain right away. He was ashamed to say that both him and Kyle were scared shitless of needles and wouldn’t let them anywhere near them. He was thankful that they had always been quite healthy not to need to submit to such treatments. Kyle had been hurt only twice, once Max had healed him, and then he broke his ankle at a basketball game, but it was a clean fracture and once it was set, he was fine. He took aspirins and the other stronger pills they gave him at the hospital and that was it. He knew the boy under his hands had been turned into a regular pin cushion lately and was sorry he had had such a hard time. He heard the game was back again and jumped up to go. Michael winced and moaned his name again. He sounded a little…stressed? No way, he was under a strong sedative, alien or no alien.
- Be right back, ok? In the next commercials. Just sleep tight, I’m right next door. - He squeezed his thigh and took off.
When the next commercials hit again, he returned to the bedroom and was shocked to see the back of Michael’s t-shirt was drenched in sweat, and the boy was writhing and moaning.
- Hey, Michael, you ok? - He reached out and touched his cheek and he was burning. - Oh shit! Max! -
Jim raced to the phone and called Max’s cell phone.
- Hey Jim, missing us already? - Answered Max half laughing.
- I need you here, right away! Michael is burning up! - Jim hissed into the phone.
- Shiit! I’ll be right over. Don’t call anyone else, ok? Let me check him out first. -
As he got out of the booth, he saw Liz coming towards him with a worried look in her face. She knew.
- It’s ok, I’m going right over. I’ll call you from there, don’t tell the others or they’ll freak out, ok? - Max whispered.
- That’s just what I was thinking. I’ll tell them I sent you on an errand if they ask, and if they insist I’ll just say it’s a surprise. I won’t be lying. - She whispered back and kissed him quickly on the lips.
Max nodded and raced out of the Crashdown.
He burst into the room and found Jim had pulled as far up as he could the drenched t-shirt and was cooling him with a wet hand towel. He moved aside and let Max work. With a wipe of his hand he had the dripping t-shirt off his shoulders. He placed his hands over Michael and felt the heat coming from his body. He found nothing wrong with him, there was nothing he could heal. His gut was chafed from all the action of the last couple of days, but he was regenerating at his own alien pace, and it was going alright. Then he remembered the fever Isabel had given him that day at her apartment and it somehow felt very much the same. But Jim had been the only one with him so it wasn’t alien, then it couldn’t be that bad.
- Jim, how was he the last time you checked on him before you found him like this? - Max asked him.
- He was fine. I had an extra 5 minutes because they were giving a long commercial, so I massaged his butt some when he said it hurt him. I had touched his cheek when I came in to let him know I was here, and he whispered my name. I was surprised he knew who it was, drugged as he is. So I sat by him and rubbed him down until the game was back. I got up and told him I would be right back, and he just sounded upset, as if he didn’t want me to leave. -
They had been whispering, not to bother Michael any more than was necessary, but the boy managed to catch their soft sounds.
- I’m sorry Jim…I didn’t mean to…make you angry…please I don’t want you …to be mad at me…I’m so sorry…Jim, please…- Michael groaned.
- That’s it, he thinks you’re angry with him, knowing him, he probably thinks you hate him. What did you say to him? - Max asked Jim.
- I…I don’t remember exactly, that we would have to talk…something like that. I didn’t mean to sound harsh, that’s the way I talk, I didn’t mean to make him think I was mad at him…- Jim was very worried.
- It’s not your fault Jim, it’s his alien reactions, sometimes they make the drugs not work at all and sometimes they make them work different in him. They gave him the sedative because he was stressing about making you angry, so when he heard you, he probably blocked most of the drug out and got doubly stressed again. He must have misinterpreted the fact that you want to talk to him thinking you’re mad at him. His temperature is high but I don’t know exactly how much, I think there’s a thermometer in the drawer. - Max got it and the Vaseline, then he stuck his fingers into the waistband of the snug shorts. He struggled to pull them down.
- What did he do, spray these on? - Max complained.
- They’re Kyle’s…- Jim told him.
- Oh…- He used his powers and sent the shorts crumpling on the floor with the wet t-shirt. He took the thermometer and opened the jar. He was about to dip it in when Jim made a suggestion.
- Why don’t you take it in his mouth? - Jim asked, not very sure he wanted to witness that.
- You’re welcome to try. - Said Max and handed him the thermometer.
Jim took it and when he put it against Michael’s lips, but he turned his face away and raising his arm, buried it into it.
- Michael, please…- Jim pleaded as Max shook his head.
- He’s too sensitive, the chemical taste of the mercury makes him puke. -
- It has no taste! - Jim said.
- Sure, to you and even me. But his Royal Blood makes him feel it, and it makes him sick. - Max informed him.
- Ok then, you do it. - Jim surrendered it to Max.
He lubed it and slid it in very carefully, remembering his and Kyle’s incursions in that delicate area in the last 24 hours. Michael whimpered but lay still. Max and Jim sat beside Michael, rubbing his back as he muttered on and on into his arms where his face was buried and they couldn’t make out what he was saying at all. When they were just about 30 seconds away from the 5 minutes, Michael’s phone rang and Max raced to answer it. It was Liz asking him why he didn’t answer his cell phone and Max realized that in his hurry he had left it in the car. He told her to hold on and ran out to get it, yelling to Jim from the door to take the thermometer out. Jim reluctantly reached and took it, starting to pull it out very slowly. Michael moaned and Jim stopped afraid he was hurting him, but didn’t count on Michael suddenly bucking against his hand and he made a direct contact with the warm velvety soft skin between his buttocks. A jolt of electricity shot up Jim’s arm all the way to his brain and Jim sat down hard on the bed and couldn’t pull away from Michael much like it had happened to Diane. Instead of flashes, Jim got a stab of incredible pleasure, so intense that it was like the best orgasm he had ever had in his life. Jim could only sit there, as wave after wave of the amazing sensations shook his senses.
- Jim! How high is it? - Max asked him as Liz waited on the phone.
Jim didn’t answer so Max told Liz to hold it as he went to the bedroom not sure of what he would find there. He saw what was happening and pulled Jim’s hand away, retrieving the thermometer at the same time. Michael gasped and Jim’s eyes rolled back to the front and opened completely.
He saw Max looking at him and saying something but he couldn’t hear him.
- Jim? - Ok, that was clear enough now.
- What the hell was that? - He asked in a shaky voice.
- You just got one of the “Michael vibes” Kyle told you about. - Max nodded.
- Oh my god! - He looked at the thermometer in his hand. - OH MY GOD! - He shouted, and Max took it from him. The mercury was of course, all the way up. “Shit!” Max thought.
- Hey, take it easy, it’s not that bad in an alien, it’s like about 103º. - Max tried to calm him down, but he was far from doing it.
- And that’s alright? Are you out of your mind? - Jim was getting hysterical.
- Wait a sec…- He rushed to the phone and told Liz hurriedly what had happened.
- It’s Jim, like Isabel, that has caused it. Michael needs to hear from him that he’s not angry with him. Tell him to try and send all the love he can to him, he must be in contact with him. If he reassures him, I think the fever will go away. But he must be very convincing. Go, do it and call me as soon as you can. -
Max returned to the room and saw Jim staring at Michael in what he could only identify as awe. He went as sat beside him, whispering everything Liz had told him to do.
- Max, I feel so bad, I never meant for this to get so out of hand. Of course I don’t approve of what Kyle has been doing to Michael, or Michael’s consenting to Kyle’s every wish, but I don’t like to see Michael hurting in any way, be it physical or psychological. - Jim whispered back.
- Then do as Liz says, you know her empathy with Michael and she’s telling you what he needs to hear from you to feel better. You will need to make a physical contact with him. - Max instructed, watching Jim’s eyebrows shoot up and his eyes open wide.
- Just place your hands anywhere on his body that you’re comfortable with, ok? - Max had to smile at Jim’s outraged and a little scared expression.
- He won’t…- Jim remembered what had happened when he touched him a couple of minutes ago.
- No, he won’t, I assure you, not through this kind of contact. - Max whispered.
- Ok…- Jim breathed, very relieved.
He sat high up on the bed and placed his hands on Michael’s shoulders hearing him sigh. Still, he was expecting the jolt which didn’t come. Max sat on the other side about halfway down and placed his hands on Michael’s back.
- I’ll give you a boost with my energy, ok? - He smiled at Jim and he nodded back.
Jim watched Max close his eyes in concentration and he did the same, not quite sure of how he was going to do this.
- Just think what you want him to hear and feel from you…- Max said softly, sensing Jim’s confusion.
Jim decided to do things in chronological order. He went back to the first time he saw Michael as a child at the orphanage when they suggested he adopted him. He pictured him and told the boy he was so sorry he hadn’t accepted it, cause he would never have treated him mean, or hurt him. Probably a spanking if he was bad. “What if I really screwed up?” Michael sent back to him. Perhaps a little butt warming with my belt but never the buckle! I’m sorry I considered you a bad ass punk because you lived with Hank, it wasn’t fair and that was so mean of me. When I got to know you well, and saw the kind of person you really are, so caring with those around you, so protective of those you love, my heart went out for you. I’ll never forget that conversation we had when I had to jail you because of the Whitaker woman, you were in such pain for having killed Pierce, that you showed me a side of you that was even more human than even we humans are, and I loved you for it. I had many nightmares of Pierce pointing his gun at me, and you, fearlessly stepping between us, but Pierce managing to shoot you and you dying in my arms as Max ran away from the place. I couldn’t be at peace until I saw you again alive and well. Michael, I love you for risking your life to save mine, I love you for being there for Kyle though I don’t understand that kind of relationship, specially when it causes you pain, I love you too much to see you suffering like this, please, get well so I can hug you in my arms and feel you safe again! Michael sent back: “Hey Jim, you feel I’ve been bad, and I know I have, I need you to punish me to feel better, that will make things right. You have to do it if you really love me. My real father would, I’m sure.” Punish you? What do you want me to do, ground you? You’d have to move in with us! No way! Maria would drive me crazy! Why are you chuckling? “Spank me, Jim, I deserve it, you just said you would do it if I was bad.” Jim pulled his hands away from Michael, shaking his head in denial. Max opened his eyes finding the contact had been broken.
- Jim, he’s telling you what he needs. You have to do it. - Max insisted.
- No! He doesn’t deserve it! Kyle had a lot to do with it and I’ve only grounded him! - Jim exploded.
- But you can’t ground Michael, you already told him so…- Max went on.
- He needs to get rid of that fever and only you can do it. -
- Why can’t you do it? - Jim’s voice was pleading.
- Cause I didn’t give it to him. It was the same with River Dog. Only he could take it away from him, and once with Isabel, though she couldn’t do it cause she would have had to have sex with him and she wouldn’t because of Maria. So Stuart took care of him and it worked because of his link with Isabel. - Max told him.
- You mean Isabel and Stuart?...- Jim’s eyes went wide again.
- No, nothing has happened yet as far as I know, but yes, they love each other, and that’s very strong. Your love can heal him, Jim. Prove it by doing what he’s asking you to. - Max was extremely convincing.
- Will it take his fever away? - Jim started giving up.
- I’m sure it will. - Max assured him.
Jim shook his head and rolled his eyes, and Max couldn’t help thinking he was being as dramatic as Maria. Probably she got it from Amy, and Jim was catching it from her too. Max cleared his throat to cover his chuckle and Jim turned to him and nodded. He knelt on the floor beside the bed, and placed his left hand on Michael’s thigh. He felt the boy push up against it and he shot an uncertain glance at Max. The other alien nodded at him too and smiled. He knelt on the other side of the bed, across from Jim and placed one hand on Michael’s other thigh and the other on the small of his back.
- Now! - He said, watching Jim gulp and raise his right hand.
Jim brought it down on Michael’s butt hard, but not that hard, remembering the injections the boy had just had. Michael gasped and tightened. Jim felt the muscles contract under his hand and wondered what Kyle felt when he touched him there. The flesh was firm and silky soft, as a girl’s, and as the warmth started heating up his hand, he raised it again, and brought it down just as hard. Michael’s breath hissed through his teeth.
- Harder! - He whispered. - Punish me! Make it hurt! -
Jim glared at Max who was looking at Michael’s reddening ass and evading Jim’s eyes in case he decided to back down.
- Shit! - Jim barked and did as Michael told him to.
This time Michael’s body jerked and he moaned but took it. Jim gave him three more and stopped. Michael was writhing on the bed, expecting the pain to continue. Jim looked up at Max and bore holes into his head with his glare. Max had to meet his eyes.
- Half a dozen is enough? - Jim bit off each word as Max shrugged and concentrated in his contact with Michael’s body.
- He’s cooled down some, huh? -
Jim concentrated on Michael’s thigh under his hand, and yes, he was still quite hot but not as burning as before. He nodded.
- He’s still not there, though, I would complete the dozen. - Max suggested and lowered his eyes again.
- Shit! - Jim exclaimed again, and went on with the torture.
Michael grunted when he was struck, and slithered and purred as he waited for the next one. Jim decided it was better not to stop to think, or think at all until he was done. By the time the last one fell, his palm was tingling and Michael’s ass was RED! Jim felt it was burning, but the boy’s thigh wasn’t even half as hot.
- Well? - Jim shot at Max. He saw him squeeze his hands on Michael’s flesh and nodded.
- Give him a couple extra as a bonus, and we’ll check him out. - Max accepted.
Jim complied and sat back on his heels.
- That’s enough! Michael! Behave yourself! You’re fine now! - Jim snapped as Michael lay squirming and snuggling on the bed.
- You heard Jim, now let’s give you a shower, ok? And then we’ll let you choose the delivery. - Max whacked him an unexpected stinging one and Michael growled.
- Are you sure he’s ok now? - Jim didn’t seem quite convinced though Michael wasn’t sweating or burning anymore.
- Let’s make sure…- Max said and proceeded to take his temperature again.
Jim frowned and sat on the floor holding Michael’s hand in both of his. The boy squeezed back and Jim felt these peaceful soothing waves bathe him completely. “Aliens! He thought. “They’re really out of this world!” He shook his head and wished he could get a female one for himself. Too bad Isabel was too young and she was like a daughter to him. “I’m sorry Kyle, how could I know what it was like? I’m not into boys at all, alien or not, but I have to admit this one’s really special!”
- Ok…- Max’s voice got him out of his thoughts and he watched Max pull out the instrument and check it.
He handed it over to Jim who received it gingerly, knowing where it had been and what he had felt in that neighbourhood. He read 99.7.
- It’s still kind of high…- He frowned.
- He’s stabilizing. 99.3 is normal in him, so he’s almost there. - Max said.
“Hot blooded on top of all!” Jim thought. “No wonder Maria drools after him and Amy’s scared of what those two are about. At least he hasn’t got her pregnant yet.” Jim chuckled at what was going on in his mind. He saw Max giving him this weird look and Jim was glad he was totally unaware of what he was thinking.
- Yeah, just glad he’s alright…You give him a shower and I’ll check the tube. Ok? - Jim headed for the door.
- He’s bigger and heavier than me…I’m afraid I’ll need a hand, cause he’s rather dizzy…- Max was now the one pleading.
Jim stopped on his tracks and turned to look at them. Max had Michael on his hands and knees and was helping him onto his feet. Michael stood there swaying as Max tried to hold him steady. Jim sighed and went to hold him up from the other side. They trudged to the bathroom and eased him into the shower stall as he braced himself on the wall, his cheek and forearms against the tiles.
- Ok, thanks, I think I can take it from here. - Max gave Jim an apologetic silly grin.
Jim was watching the colourful display on the back wall with an amused look.
- They’re for Maria, I got them for her in Tucson. - Michael said in a slurred voice, his eyes half closed, his lips curving into a smile Jim had rarely seen.
- Nice touch, she must have loved them…- Jim smiled back fondly at him.
- She did…- He answered with closed eyes now, and Jim could see he was absolutely relaxed, the spray hitting him between his shoulder blades, the water sliding all the way down his body.
Max reached over and lathered his back and then his front as Michael stood there, holding himself up against the wall. Though he wanted badly to leave, Jim’s feet were nailed to the floor and he wondered if it had anything to do with some yet unknown alien power. He couldn’t take his eyes away from Max’s hand sliding down Michael’s back, over and between his buttocks and thighs and he was afraid he might start drooling, though he was sure he was still far from that stage of senility. “What the hell’s wrong with me!” He scolded himself and forcefully yanked his eyes away from Michael’s body and marched himself out to the couch, where he sat, struggling to clear his mind and to concentrate in the game on the screen.
Meanwhile at the Crashdown, the vibes reaching Liz through her empathy with Michael were so strong, she had had to ask for a much needed break and gone to sit on the couch. Maria missed her immediately and went to find her. She knew unfailingly it had to do with Michael, and she shouted to Isabel and Kyle. There were just a couple of customers, being a thankfully slow night, and the tall alien girl and the short human boy rushed over.
- What is it? What is it? - Isabel asked, chorused by Kyle, both looking scared.
- Michael has a high fever…- Liz droned with closed eyes, briefing them out with what was going on with the said alien boy. - Jim has been checking him during commercial breaks and he told him they would have to talk on the Kyle issues. Michael misinterpreted it thinking Jim was really pissed at him and reacted boosting up his body temperature. I felt it and sent Max over. He’s checked it and it’s very high. Michael accidentally gave Jim one of his jolts and Jim is understanding what Kyle’s been going through with Michael. Max set up a communication between them after he spoke with me on the phone and I suggested it might work out. They’ve reached an understanding. Michael has demanded punishment from Jim to atone for his behaviour. Jim is complying and he’s spanking him hard. Liz stopped to take deep breaths to be able to continue.
- Oh my god! Jim is spanking Michael? - Maria shouted in her shrillest voice.
- Good for him! I need some help here! - Someone yelled back, followed by several chuckles and giggles.
They looked towards the restaurant and realized to their dismay that it was filling up rapidly, Jeff Parker was taking orders and he was the one they had heard. Kyle raced to the kitchen and Isabel hurried out to help Jeff. Liz came out of her trance and the second Isabel came to pick up and order, she whispered loud enough for Kyle to hear too.
- It worked, his fever in down now and Max is giving him a shower. -
They all nodded thankfully, and went on working.
In spite of all the teasing, Kyle was doing alright, he wasn’t as fast as Michael was, but he wasn’t alien either, at least not yet. Isabel was helping Liz and Maria but mostly Kyle and Max was just bossing everyone around and having a lot of fun.
Jim watched his games and checked on Michael everytime the commercials hit the tube. The kid was doing ok. Each time he went to the bedroom, he found him fast asleep. He was still wearing the sleeveless black t-shirt and matching shorts that belonged to Kyle and they were very tight on him, being much larger than his son. He was about to return, when he heard the charity commercial that took an extra 5 minutes and that they kept running everyday at this time. He just wasn’t up to it, so he sat by the bed and rubbed Michael’s back. The boy snuggled against the bed and smiled.
- Jim…- He sighed.
- Yes kid, I’m here, you just rest, we’ll just have to have a chat, the two of us, and see what comes out of it, huh? - Jim was surprised how he had recognized him even if he was asleep.
- Hurts…- Michael moaned and winced.
- Of course it hurts, Maria and Isabel said you had six needles into you, three on each side. And I don’t even want to remember Kyle’s contribution cause there’s nothing I can do about that…Here, let me rub you. - He slid further down so he was sitting by his thigh, and reached over and rubbed his butt with both hands.
The boy was squirming under his hands, no doubts he was sore, but the heat of his hands and the massage would ease his pain right away. He was ashamed to say that both him and Kyle were scared shitless of needles and wouldn’t let them anywhere near them. He was thankful that they had always been quite healthy not to need to submit to such treatments. Kyle had been hurt only twice, once Max had healed him, and then he broke his ankle at a basketball game, but it was a clean fracture and once it was set, he was fine. He took aspirins and the other stronger pills they gave him at the hospital and that was it. He knew the boy under his hands had been turned into a regular pin cushion lately and was sorry he had had such a hard time. He heard the game was back again and jumped up to go. Michael winced and moaned his name again. He sounded a little…stressed? No way, he was under a strong sedative, alien or no alien.
- Be right back, ok? In the next commercials. Just sleep tight, I’m right next door. - He squeezed his thigh and took off.
When the next commercials hit again, he returned to the bedroom and was shocked to see the back of Michael’s t-shirt was drenched in sweat, and the boy was writhing and moaning.
- Hey, Michael, you ok? - He reached out and touched his cheek and he was burning. - Oh shit! Max! -
Jim raced to the phone and called Max’s cell phone.
- Hey Jim, missing us already? - Answered Max half laughing.
- I need you here, right away! Michael is burning up! - Jim hissed into the phone.
- Shiit! I’ll be right over. Don’t call anyone else, ok? Let me check him out first. -
As he got out of the booth, he saw Liz coming towards him with a worried look in her face. She knew.
- It’s ok, I’m going right over. I’ll call you from there, don’t tell the others or they’ll freak out, ok? - Max whispered.
- That’s just what I was thinking. I’ll tell them I sent you on an errand if they ask, and if they insist I’ll just say it’s a surprise. I won’t be lying. - She whispered back and kissed him quickly on the lips.
Max nodded and raced out of the Crashdown.
He burst into the room and found Jim had pulled as far up as he could the drenched t-shirt and was cooling him with a wet hand towel. He moved aside and let Max work. With a wipe of his hand he had the dripping t-shirt off his shoulders. He placed his hands over Michael and felt the heat coming from his body. He found nothing wrong with him, there was nothing he could heal. His gut was chafed from all the action of the last couple of days, but he was regenerating at his own alien pace, and it was going alright. Then he remembered the fever Isabel had given him that day at her apartment and it somehow felt very much the same. But Jim had been the only one with him so it wasn’t alien, then it couldn’t be that bad.
- Jim, how was he the last time you checked on him before you found him like this? - Max asked him.
- He was fine. I had an extra 5 minutes because they were giving a long commercial, so I massaged his butt some when he said it hurt him. I had touched his cheek when I came in to let him know I was here, and he whispered my name. I was surprised he knew who it was, drugged as he is. So I sat by him and rubbed him down until the game was back. I got up and told him I would be right back, and he just sounded upset, as if he didn’t want me to leave. -
They had been whispering, not to bother Michael any more than was necessary, but the boy managed to catch their soft sounds.
- I’m sorry Jim…I didn’t mean to…make you angry…please I don’t want you …to be mad at me…I’m so sorry…Jim, please…- Michael groaned.
- That’s it, he thinks you’re angry with him, knowing him, he probably thinks you hate him. What did you say to him? - Max asked Jim.
- I…I don’t remember exactly, that we would have to talk…something like that. I didn’t mean to sound harsh, that’s the way I talk, I didn’t mean to make him think I was mad at him…- Jim was very worried.
- It’s not your fault Jim, it’s his alien reactions, sometimes they make the drugs not work at all and sometimes they make them work different in him. They gave him the sedative because he was stressing about making you angry, so when he heard you, he probably blocked most of the drug out and got doubly stressed again. He must have misinterpreted the fact that you want to talk to him thinking you’re mad at him. His temperature is high but I don’t know exactly how much, I think there’s a thermometer in the drawer. - Max got it and the Vaseline, then he stuck his fingers into the waistband of the snug shorts. He struggled to pull them down.
- What did he do, spray these on? - Max complained.
- They’re Kyle’s…- Jim told him.
- Oh…- He used his powers and sent the shorts crumpling on the floor with the wet t-shirt. He took the thermometer and opened the jar. He was about to dip it in when Jim made a suggestion.
- Why don’t you take it in his mouth? - Jim asked, not very sure he wanted to witness that.
- You’re welcome to try. - Said Max and handed him the thermometer.
Jim took it and when he put it against Michael’s lips, but he turned his face away and raising his arm, buried it into it.
- Michael, please…- Jim pleaded as Max shook his head.
- He’s too sensitive, the chemical taste of the mercury makes him puke. -
- It has no taste! - Jim said.
- Sure, to you and even me. But his Royal Blood makes him feel it, and it makes him sick. - Max informed him.
- Ok then, you do it. - Jim surrendered it to Max.
He lubed it and slid it in very carefully, remembering his and Kyle’s incursions in that delicate area in the last 24 hours. Michael whimpered but lay still. Max and Jim sat beside Michael, rubbing his back as he muttered on and on into his arms where his face was buried and they couldn’t make out what he was saying at all. When they were just about 30 seconds away from the 5 minutes, Michael’s phone rang and Max raced to answer it. It was Liz asking him why he didn’t answer his cell phone and Max realized that in his hurry he had left it in the car. He told her to hold on and ran out to get it, yelling to Jim from the door to take the thermometer out. Jim reluctantly reached and took it, starting to pull it out very slowly. Michael moaned and Jim stopped afraid he was hurting him, but didn’t count on Michael suddenly bucking against his hand and he made a direct contact with the warm velvety soft skin between his buttocks. A jolt of electricity shot up Jim’s arm all the way to his brain and Jim sat down hard on the bed and couldn’t pull away from Michael much like it had happened to Diane. Instead of flashes, Jim got a stab of incredible pleasure, so intense that it was like the best orgasm he had ever had in his life. Jim could only sit there, as wave after wave of the amazing sensations shook his senses.
- Jim! How high is it? - Max asked him as Liz waited on the phone.
Jim didn’t answer so Max told Liz to hold it as he went to the bedroom not sure of what he would find there. He saw what was happening and pulled Jim’s hand away, retrieving the thermometer at the same time. Michael gasped and Jim’s eyes rolled back to the front and opened completely.
He saw Max looking at him and saying something but he couldn’t hear him.
- Jim? - Ok, that was clear enough now.
- What the hell was that? - He asked in a shaky voice.
- You just got one of the “Michael vibes” Kyle told you about. - Max nodded.
- Oh my god! - He looked at the thermometer in his hand. - OH MY GOD! - He shouted, and Max took it from him. The mercury was of course, all the way up. “Shit!” Max thought.
- Hey, take it easy, it’s not that bad in an alien, it’s like about 103º. - Max tried to calm him down, but he was far from doing it.
- And that’s alright? Are you out of your mind? - Jim was getting hysterical.
- Wait a sec…- He rushed to the phone and told Liz hurriedly what had happened.
- It’s Jim, like Isabel, that has caused it. Michael needs to hear from him that he’s not angry with him. Tell him to try and send all the love he can to him, he must be in contact with him. If he reassures him, I think the fever will go away. But he must be very convincing. Go, do it and call me as soon as you can. -
Max returned to the room and saw Jim staring at Michael in what he could only identify as awe. He went as sat beside him, whispering everything Liz had told him to do.
- Max, I feel so bad, I never meant for this to get so out of hand. Of course I don’t approve of what Kyle has been doing to Michael, or Michael’s consenting to Kyle’s every wish, but I don’t like to see Michael hurting in any way, be it physical or psychological. - Jim whispered back.
- Then do as Liz says, you know her empathy with Michael and she’s telling you what he needs to hear from you to feel better. You will need to make a physical contact with him. - Max instructed, watching Jim’s eyebrows shoot up and his eyes open wide.
- Just place your hands anywhere on his body that you’re comfortable with, ok? - Max had to smile at Jim’s outraged and a little scared expression.
- He won’t…- Jim remembered what had happened when he touched him a couple of minutes ago.
- No, he won’t, I assure you, not through this kind of contact. - Max whispered.
- Ok…- Jim breathed, very relieved.
He sat high up on the bed and placed his hands on Michael’s shoulders hearing him sigh. Still, he was expecting the jolt which didn’t come. Max sat on the other side about halfway down and placed his hands on Michael’s back.
- I’ll give you a boost with my energy, ok? - He smiled at Jim and he nodded back.
Jim watched Max close his eyes in concentration and he did the same, not quite sure of how he was going to do this.
- Just think what you want him to hear and feel from you…- Max said softly, sensing Jim’s confusion.
Jim decided to do things in chronological order. He went back to the first time he saw Michael as a child at the orphanage when they suggested he adopted him. He pictured him and told the boy he was so sorry he hadn’t accepted it, cause he would never have treated him mean, or hurt him. Probably a spanking if he was bad. “What if I really screwed up?” Michael sent back to him. Perhaps a little butt warming with my belt but never the buckle! I’m sorry I considered you a bad ass punk because you lived with Hank, it wasn’t fair and that was so mean of me. When I got to know you well, and saw the kind of person you really are, so caring with those around you, so protective of those you love, my heart went out for you. I’ll never forget that conversation we had when I had to jail you because of the Whitaker woman, you were in such pain for having killed Pierce, that you showed me a side of you that was even more human than even we humans are, and I loved you for it. I had many nightmares of Pierce pointing his gun at me, and you, fearlessly stepping between us, but Pierce managing to shoot you and you dying in my arms as Max ran away from the place. I couldn’t be at peace until I saw you again alive and well. Michael, I love you for risking your life to save mine, I love you for being there for Kyle though I don’t understand that kind of relationship, specially when it causes you pain, I love you too much to see you suffering like this, please, get well so I can hug you in my arms and feel you safe again! Michael sent back: “Hey Jim, you feel I’ve been bad, and I know I have, I need you to punish me to feel better, that will make things right. You have to do it if you really love me. My real father would, I’m sure.” Punish you? What do you want me to do, ground you? You’d have to move in with us! No way! Maria would drive me crazy! Why are you chuckling? “Spank me, Jim, I deserve it, you just said you would do it if I was bad.” Jim pulled his hands away from Michael, shaking his head in denial. Max opened his eyes finding the contact had been broken.
- Jim, he’s telling you what he needs. You have to do it. - Max insisted.
- No! He doesn’t deserve it! Kyle had a lot to do with it and I’ve only grounded him! - Jim exploded.
- But you can’t ground Michael, you already told him so…- Max went on.
- He needs to get rid of that fever and only you can do it. -
- Why can’t you do it? - Jim’s voice was pleading.
- Cause I didn’t give it to him. It was the same with River Dog. Only he could take it away from him, and once with Isabel, though she couldn’t do it cause she would have had to have sex with him and she wouldn’t because of Maria. So Stuart took care of him and it worked because of his link with Isabel. - Max told him.
- You mean Isabel and Stuart?...- Jim’s eyes went wide again.
- No, nothing has happened yet as far as I know, but yes, they love each other, and that’s very strong. Your love can heal him, Jim. Prove it by doing what he’s asking you to. - Max was extremely convincing.
- Will it take his fever away? - Jim started giving up.
- I’m sure it will. - Max assured him.
Jim shook his head and rolled his eyes, and Max couldn’t help thinking he was being as dramatic as Maria. Probably she got it from Amy, and Jim was catching it from her too. Max cleared his throat to cover his chuckle and Jim turned to him and nodded. He knelt on the floor beside the bed, and placed his left hand on Michael’s thigh. He felt the boy push up against it and he shot an uncertain glance at Max. The other alien nodded at him too and smiled. He knelt on the other side of the bed, across from Jim and placed one hand on Michael’s other thigh and the other on the small of his back.
- Now! - He said, watching Jim gulp and raise his right hand.
Jim brought it down on Michael’s butt hard, but not that hard, remembering the injections the boy had just had. Michael gasped and tightened. Jim felt the muscles contract under his hand and wondered what Kyle felt when he touched him there. The flesh was firm and silky soft, as a girl’s, and as the warmth started heating up his hand, he raised it again, and brought it down just as hard. Michael’s breath hissed through his teeth.
- Harder! - He whispered. - Punish me! Make it hurt! -
Jim glared at Max who was looking at Michael’s reddening ass and evading Jim’s eyes in case he decided to back down.
- Shit! - Jim barked and did as Michael told him to.
This time Michael’s body jerked and he moaned but took it. Jim gave him three more and stopped. Michael was writhing on the bed, expecting the pain to continue. Jim looked up at Max and bore holes into his head with his glare. Max had to meet his eyes.
- Half a dozen is enough? - Jim bit off each word as Max shrugged and concentrated in his contact with Michael’s body.
- He’s cooled down some, huh? -
Jim concentrated on Michael’s thigh under his hand, and yes, he was still quite hot but not as burning as before. He nodded.
- He’s still not there, though, I would complete the dozen. - Max suggested and lowered his eyes again.
- Shit! - Jim exclaimed again, and went on with the torture.
Michael grunted when he was struck, and slithered and purred as he waited for the next one. Jim decided it was better not to stop to think, or think at all until he was done. By the time the last one fell, his palm was tingling and Michael’s ass was RED! Jim felt it was burning, but the boy’s thigh wasn’t even half as hot.
- Well? - Jim shot at Max. He saw him squeeze his hands on Michael’s flesh and nodded.
- Give him a couple extra as a bonus, and we’ll check him out. - Max accepted.
Jim complied and sat back on his heels.
- That’s enough! Michael! Behave yourself! You’re fine now! - Jim snapped as Michael lay squirming and snuggling on the bed.
- You heard Jim, now let’s give you a shower, ok? And then we’ll let you choose the delivery. - Max whacked him an unexpected stinging one and Michael growled.
- Are you sure he’s ok now? - Jim didn’t seem quite convinced though Michael wasn’t sweating or burning anymore.
- Let’s make sure…- Max said and proceeded to take his temperature again.
Jim frowned and sat on the floor holding Michael’s hand in both of his. The boy squeezed back and Jim felt these peaceful soothing waves bathe him completely. “Aliens! He thought. “They’re really out of this world!” He shook his head and wished he could get a female one for himself. Too bad Isabel was too young and she was like a daughter to him. “I’m sorry Kyle, how could I know what it was like? I’m not into boys at all, alien or not, but I have to admit this one’s really special!”
- Ok…- Max’s voice got him out of his thoughts and he watched Max pull out the instrument and check it.
He handed it over to Jim who received it gingerly, knowing where it had been and what he had felt in that neighbourhood. He read 99.7.
- It’s still kind of high…- He frowned.
- He’s stabilizing. 99.3 is normal in him, so he’s almost there. - Max said.
“Hot blooded on top of all!” Jim thought. “No wonder Maria drools after him and Amy’s scared of what those two are about. At least he hasn’t got her pregnant yet.” Jim chuckled at what was going on in his mind. He saw Max giving him this weird look and Jim was glad he was totally unaware of what he was thinking.
- Yeah, just glad he’s alright…You give him a shower and I’ll check the tube. Ok? - Jim headed for the door.
- He’s bigger and heavier than me…I’m afraid I’ll need a hand, cause he’s rather dizzy…- Max was now the one pleading.
Jim stopped on his tracks and turned to look at them. Max had Michael on his hands and knees and was helping him onto his feet. Michael stood there swaying as Max tried to hold him steady. Jim sighed and went to hold him up from the other side. They trudged to the bathroom and eased him into the shower stall as he braced himself on the wall, his cheek and forearms against the tiles.
- Ok, thanks, I think I can take it from here. - Max gave Jim an apologetic silly grin.
Jim was watching the colourful display on the back wall with an amused look.
- They’re for Maria, I got them for her in Tucson. - Michael said in a slurred voice, his eyes half closed, his lips curving into a smile Jim had rarely seen.
- Nice touch, she must have loved them…- Jim smiled back fondly at him.
- She did…- He answered with closed eyes now, and Jim could see he was absolutely relaxed, the spray hitting him between his shoulder blades, the water sliding all the way down his body.
Max reached over and lathered his back and then his front as Michael stood there, holding himself up against the wall. Though he wanted badly to leave, Jim’s feet were nailed to the floor and he wondered if it had anything to do with some yet unknown alien power. He couldn’t take his eyes away from Max’s hand sliding down Michael’s back, over and between his buttocks and thighs and he was afraid he might start drooling, though he was sure he was still far from that stage of senility. “What the hell’s wrong with me!” He scolded himself and forcefully yanked his eyes away from Michael’s body and marched himself out to the couch, where he sat, struggling to clear his mind and to concentrate in the game on the screen.
Meanwhile at the Crashdown, the vibes reaching Liz through her empathy with Michael were so strong, she had had to ask for a much needed break and gone to sit on the couch. Maria missed her immediately and went to find her. She knew unfailingly it had to do with Michael, and she shouted to Isabel and Kyle. There were just a couple of customers, being a thankfully slow night, and the tall alien girl and the short human boy rushed over.
- What is it? What is it? - Isabel asked, chorused by Kyle, both looking scared.
- Michael has a high fever…- Liz droned with closed eyes, briefing them out with what was going on with the said alien boy. - Jim has been checking him during commercial breaks and he told him they would have to talk on the Kyle issues. Michael misinterpreted it thinking Jim was really pissed at him and reacted boosting up his body temperature. I felt it and sent Max over. He’s checked it and it’s very high. Michael accidentally gave Jim one of his jolts and Jim is understanding what Kyle’s been going through with Michael. Max set up a communication between them after he spoke with me on the phone and I suggested it might work out. They’ve reached an understanding. Michael has demanded punishment from Jim to atone for his behaviour. Jim is complying and he’s spanking him hard. Liz stopped to take deep breaths to be able to continue.
- Oh my god! Jim is spanking Michael? - Maria shouted in her shrillest voice.
- Good for him! I need some help here! - Someone yelled back, followed by several chuckles and giggles.
They looked towards the restaurant and realized to their dismay that it was filling up rapidly, Jeff Parker was taking orders and he was the one they had heard. Kyle raced to the kitchen and Isabel hurried out to help Jeff. Liz came out of her trance and the second Isabel came to pick up and order, she whispered loud enough for Kyle to hear too.
- It worked, his fever in down now and Max is giving him a shower. -
They all nodded thankfully, and went on working.
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Chapter 138
By the time they all came back, they rushed to Michael to find him sleeping so they let him be. Liz confirmed he was at resting quietly and noticed Jim looked at him in a rather different way. He put his arm around Kyle and they seemed to be alright again.
- Well guys, tomorrow’s a school day, so we’re going home. - Jim announced and led Kyle to the door.
As soon as they had left, Liz gave Max a sneaky smile.
- The jolt may have been accidental, but it was just what they needed. - She said nodding.
- Jolt? What jolt? - Asked Isabel, intrigued, Maria beside her was all ears.
Max and Liz told them all about it and had them and they had to agree, that yes, it had worked, but it shouldn’t have been like that. Maria’s cell phone rang and then Liz’s just seconds apart. They frowned and said ok. It was Amy and Jeff reminding them tomorrow was a school day, as if they didn’t know. Maria and Liz went to check on Michael before leaving and Max and Isabel decided they would both stay. Max called their parents and informed their decision telling them Michael needed them. That was enough for Philip but Diane agreed reluctantly. She couldn’t help remembering their weird bed arrangements. Max took the couch and Isabel unrolled the sleeping bag along the bed, clutching Michael’s hand which was hanging down the side. About an hour after Max turned off the TV set and had finally started dozing, he heard Michael shouting in his bedroom.
- No! No! -
Max raced to him and found he was apparently having a nightmare and Isabel was dreamwalking him. She was frowning and shaking her head.
Max decided to just watch and let her finish doing her thing, but she started crying and screaming Michael’s name. Max shook her awake and she sat up looking scared. She looked around and when she realized where she was, she sighed, relieved.
- Isabel, what was that about? - Max asked urgently.
She reached over and rubbed Michael’s back. He started relaxing and stopped tossing and moaning.
- He looked just like them! - She said.
- What? - Max didn’t understand what she meant.
- It was the Dupree twins’ uncles’ death. They were his spitting image, just like Michael is theirs. The three Michaels could pass for identical triplets with grandpa Charles thrown in too. It’s creeping me out! - She sobbed.
Max knelt by her and hugged her, trying his best to recomfort her.
- It was just a nightmare Isabel, ok? - He assured her.
- Ok, but I know the resemblance thing is true! - She insisted.
- Ok, just go back to sleep but don’t dreamwalk him again, I’ll stay here. - He told her.
- I didn’t dreamwalk him, I was just sucked in like with Laurie.
Max brought the cushions and fused them together, then he pulled her up.
- You’ll be better here, I’ll take the sleeping bag. -
Isabel nodded and obeyed.
- Maybe he had to relive that too, I don’t know why or what’s the connection it was like pending? It should be over now. - She said.
- I hope so. - Max really meant it.
- Me too. - Isabel jumped with the sound of Max’s cell phone.
It was Liz. She had felt the nightmare, so Max told her Isabel’s theory and she agreed. It must have been true, because apart from a few groans and fidgets, Michael managed to keep on sleeping for the rest of the night. Liz briefed Maria next morning as they they brought breakfast to the others. After a nice shower courtesy of Maria, Michael was soon dressed, fed and ready to leave. Isabel asked them to drop her at her mom’s and Michael insisted on riding his bike to school. He went to pick up Kyle and they met at the parking lot. It was clear to everyone from Maria’s look, that she wasn’t that pleased by the way Kyle was glued to Michael’s back when they arrived. Things got weird at school. Michael was too quiet and kept zoning off. Then at gym, he suddenly turned in the opposite direction and sprawled on the ground as if he had tripped, but Max could find nothing to trip on. He just lay there unmoving and they were starting to crown around him. Max knelt beside him and put his hand on his back, shaking him gently.
- Hey yo dude, lay off! - Michael snapped, sounding angry.
Max pulled away surprised and watched him getting up slowly. He noticed they were all staring at him.
- What? - Turning and glaring at them, all around him.
Max risked putting his hand on his shoulder, and when Michael faced him, he blinked and seemed to recognize him.
.- You ok; Michael? - Max asked him.
- Sure, why? - He wondered and went on where he had left as if nothing had happened at all.
Apparently no one anything of it, knowing how temperamental Michael was, but Max didn’t’ buy it. Michael didn’t show up at lunch but neither did Maria, so they were together until she joined them and they asked about him. She said he had told her he needed to go for a ride to clear his mind of the stuff from last night, but insisted he needed to be by himself.
- It was kind of strange, he even asked “please”, can you believe it? - She giggled nervously.
They all turned to Liz and she knew what they wanted so she concentrated.
- He feels relaxed, with the wind on his face so he must just be taking a ride, I feel nothing wrong. -
But he didn’t turn up to any of the remaining classes, and by the time the schoolday was over, he hadn’t shown up yet. Liz hadn’t shared any of the classes with any of them and by the time they met at the lockers, she had a worried look on her face.
- What? What? - Maria shrieked, so they all herded her to the parking lot before she caught the wrong attention.
Once inside the Jetta, she just let go.
- Oh my god, he’s crashed! He’s hurt! He’s dying out there somewhere! Alone! -
- No he’s not, and he’s not alone. - Liz said.
- What? With a woman? - Liz didn’t dare confirm it.
- And two guys. - She continued.
- They’re double dating! - Maria accused, going red with anger.
- No, they’re all on to him, but one of the guys is…reluctant?.., going red with anger.
- No, they’re all on to him, but one of the guys is…reluctant?...Yes. -
- Who are they? He know them? - Max asked.
- Yes, they’re like you. - Liz answered.
- Shit! Skins! - Kyle exploded.
- No, they’re not enemies, but still they’re not trustworthy, there’s something about them, like…as if…they’re there but at the same time they’re not. -
- What do you mean? - Max inquired.
- I…I can’t explain it, I don’t understand it! - She shouted back, confused.
Then her eyes opened wide and her jaw hit the floor as she covered it with both hands.
- They’re the dupes! - She exclaimed.
- No, that’s impossible, they’re dead. - Max said confidently.
- I know, but it’s them, I’m positive! - Quite sure of herself.
- Ava? - Asked Max, not convinced.
- No, Zan, Rath and Lonnie. Michael calls her Lannie. -
- Yes, he did so in Antar, just him. - Max could barely be heard.
- I can’t go on. - Liz whispered, shaking her head.
- What? Are you nuts? We must find him! - Screamed Maria.
- I can’t! He sensed me and he blocked me out! - Liz yelled back.
- He can’t do that! - Maria went on screaming desperately.
- Yes he can, he’s Royal Blooded, he’s in control, he’s protecting us! - Liz sobbed, her eyes full of tears.
By the time they all came back, they rushed to Michael to find him sleeping so they let him be. Liz confirmed he was at resting quietly and noticed Jim looked at him in a rather different way. He put his arm around Kyle and they seemed to be alright again.
- Well guys, tomorrow’s a school day, so we’re going home. - Jim announced and led Kyle to the door.
As soon as they had left, Liz gave Max a sneaky smile.
- The jolt may have been accidental, but it was just what they needed. - She said nodding.
- Jolt? What jolt? - Asked Isabel, intrigued, Maria beside her was all ears.
Max and Liz told them all about it and had them and they had to agree, that yes, it had worked, but it shouldn’t have been like that. Maria’s cell phone rang and then Liz’s just seconds apart. They frowned and said ok. It was Amy and Jeff reminding them tomorrow was a school day, as if they didn’t know. Maria and Liz went to check on Michael before leaving and Max and Isabel decided they would both stay. Max called their parents and informed their decision telling them Michael needed them. That was enough for Philip but Diane agreed reluctantly. She couldn’t help remembering their weird bed arrangements. Max took the couch and Isabel unrolled the sleeping bag along the bed, clutching Michael’s hand which was hanging down the side. About an hour after Max turned off the TV set and had finally started dozing, he heard Michael shouting in his bedroom.
- No! No! -
Max raced to him and found he was apparently having a nightmare and Isabel was dreamwalking him. She was frowning and shaking her head.
Max decided to just watch and let her finish doing her thing, but she started crying and screaming Michael’s name. Max shook her awake and she sat up looking scared. She looked around and when she realized where she was, she sighed, relieved.
- Isabel, what was that about? - Max asked urgently.
She reached over and rubbed Michael’s back. He started relaxing and stopped tossing and moaning.
- He looked just like them! - She said.
- What? - Max didn’t understand what she meant.
- It was the Dupree twins’ uncles’ death. They were his spitting image, just like Michael is theirs. The three Michaels could pass for identical triplets with grandpa Charles thrown in too. It’s creeping me out! - She sobbed.
Max knelt by her and hugged her, trying his best to recomfort her.
- It was just a nightmare Isabel, ok? - He assured her.
- Ok, but I know the resemblance thing is true! - She insisted.
- Ok, just go back to sleep but don’t dreamwalk him again, I’ll stay here. - He told her.
- I didn’t dreamwalk him, I was just sucked in like with Laurie.
Max brought the cushions and fused them together, then he pulled her up.
- You’ll be better here, I’ll take the sleeping bag. -
Isabel nodded and obeyed.
- Maybe he had to relive that too, I don’t know why or what’s the connection it was like pending? It should be over now. - She said.
- I hope so. - Max really meant it.
- Me too. - Isabel jumped with the sound of Max’s cell phone.
It was Liz. She had felt the nightmare, so Max told her Isabel’s theory and she agreed. It must have been true, because apart from a few groans and fidgets, Michael managed to keep on sleeping for the rest of the night. Liz briefed Maria next morning as they they brought breakfast to the others. After a nice shower courtesy of Maria, Michael was soon dressed, fed and ready to leave. Isabel asked them to drop her at her mom’s and Michael insisted on riding his bike to school. He went to pick up Kyle and they met at the parking lot. It was clear to everyone from Maria’s look, that she wasn’t that pleased by the way Kyle was glued to Michael’s back when they arrived. Things got weird at school. Michael was too quiet and kept zoning off. Then at gym, he suddenly turned in the opposite direction and sprawled on the ground as if he had tripped, but Max could find nothing to trip on. He just lay there unmoving and they were starting to crown around him. Max knelt beside him and put his hand on his back, shaking him gently.
- Hey yo dude, lay off! - Michael snapped, sounding angry.
Max pulled away surprised and watched him getting up slowly. He noticed they were all staring at him.
- What? - Turning and glaring at them, all around him.
Max risked putting his hand on his shoulder, and when Michael faced him, he blinked and seemed to recognize him.
.- You ok; Michael? - Max asked him.
- Sure, why? - He wondered and went on where he had left as if nothing had happened at all.
Apparently no one anything of it, knowing how temperamental Michael was, but Max didn’t’ buy it. Michael didn’t show up at lunch but neither did Maria, so they were together until she joined them and they asked about him. She said he had told her he needed to go for a ride to clear his mind of the stuff from last night, but insisted he needed to be by himself.
- It was kind of strange, he even asked “please”, can you believe it? - She giggled nervously.
They all turned to Liz and she knew what they wanted so she concentrated.
- He feels relaxed, with the wind on his face so he must just be taking a ride, I feel nothing wrong. -
But he didn’t turn up to any of the remaining classes, and by the time the schoolday was over, he hadn’t shown up yet. Liz hadn’t shared any of the classes with any of them and by the time they met at the lockers, she had a worried look on her face.
- What? What? - Maria shrieked, so they all herded her to the parking lot before she caught the wrong attention.
Once inside the Jetta, she just let go.
- Oh my god, he’s crashed! He’s hurt! He’s dying out there somewhere! Alone! -
- No he’s not, and he’s not alone. - Liz said.
- What? With a woman? - Liz didn’t dare confirm it.
- And two guys. - She continued.
- They’re double dating! - Maria accused, going red with anger.
- No, they’re all on to him, but one of the guys is…reluctant?.., going red with anger.
- No, they’re all on to him, but one of the guys is…reluctant?...Yes. -
- Who are they? He know them? - Max asked.
- Yes, they’re like you. - Liz answered.
- Shit! Skins! - Kyle exploded.
- No, they’re not enemies, but still they’re not trustworthy, there’s something about them, like…as if…they’re there but at the same time they’re not. -
- What do you mean? - Max inquired.
- I…I can’t explain it, I don’t understand it! - She shouted back, confused.
Then her eyes opened wide and her jaw hit the floor as she covered it with both hands.
- They’re the dupes! - She exclaimed.
- No, that’s impossible, they’re dead. - Max said confidently.
- I know, but it’s them, I’m positive! - Quite sure of herself.
- Ava? - Asked Max, not convinced.
- No, Zan, Rath and Lonnie. Michael calls her Lannie. -
- Yes, he did so in Antar, just him. - Max could barely be heard.
- I can’t go on. - Liz whispered, shaking her head.
- What? Are you nuts? We must find him! - Screamed Maria.
- I can’t! He sensed me and he blocked me out! - Liz yelled back.
- He can’t do that! - Maria went on screaming desperately.
- Yes he can, he’s Royal Blooded, he’s in control, he’s protecting us! - Liz sobbed, her eyes full of tears.
ALIENS FULL TILT!